Chapter 4: The Humiliation of the Beautiful Mature Woman (2)

Chapter 4: The Humiliation of the Beautiful Mature Woman (2)

At night, under the moonlight, Huahai's Huangpu Port had lost its daytime bustle. Trees along the riverbanks stood like silent guards, and the river flowed quietly, dotted by the lights of a few large ships.

A red sedan was parked by the riverbank. A woman leaned against it, glancing around anxiously as if waiting for someone.

Blinded by the headlights, she raised her delicate hand to shield her eyes. A SUV sped toward her and came to an abrupt stop nearby, kicking up dust.

Two burly men jumped out of the vehicle, scanning their surroundings. The fat one glanced at the woman and asked coldly, "Madam Lu, did you bring the item?"

The other, a tall and skinny man, stared at her greedily, swallowing as he thought to himself: So this is Luo Shuang?

What a beautiful mature woman!

That brat Lu Wenxiong really is damn lucky… what a waste…

She appeared to be around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. Beneath her slender willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of moist, alluring eyes. Together with her fair, faintly flushed, tender cheeks, they formed a flawless face. Her smooth, elegant hair was styled into a dignified bun. She wore a blue, low-cut sleeveless long dress, a pink lace trim encircling her slender neck and extending downward along the curve of her chest. Her full, high breasts pushed the elastic blue fabric upward, with two obvious protrusions at the tips—clearly her nipples. Her smooth, pale back and shoulders connected to willow-like arms, fully exposed. The slit of her dress extended up to her waist, revealing her snow-white, plump thighs wrapped in sheer flesh-toned crystal stockings. Her round, full hips arched upward at an astonishing angle, forming a seductive curve with her slender waist. Her small, delicate feet were clad in sky-blue pointed high heels, perfectly accentuating her tall, graceful figure. Under the lights and moonlight, she exuded the soft, alluring charm of a mature married woman.

"I brought the item. Chen Liwu promised me that as long as he saw it, he would definitely release Lu Wenxiong," Luo Shuang asked anxiously.

"Madam Lu, President Lu is safe with us," the fat man sneered. "As long as I take this back, President Chen will naturally order his release." He glanced at the thin man. "Mule, go check if it's what President Chen wants." He casually patted the skinny man's arm.

Mule understood the signal—the boss had ordered them to kill Luo Shuang after getting the item. But looking at this charming, seductive woman before him, he felt ****. At the very least, he wanted to have some fun first before killing her to silence her.

He leered at Luo Shuang and swaggered toward her. "Madam Lu seems very concerned about President Lu. Don't worry, you'll see him soon. No delay in your reunion. As they say, a short separation is better than a honeymoon—President Lu is going to be busy tonight."

"Wenxiong must have been blind. I kept telling him not to cooperate with Chen Liwu, but he wouldn't listen. He insisted on seeking skin from a tiger. Now we know what kind of heartless beast that man is."

Luo Shuang paid no attention to the man's lecherous gaze or his nonsense. Irritated and distracted, she took a suitcase from the car, placed it on the hood, adjusted the combination lock, and opened it. A jade pendant, crystal-clear and emerald green, emitted a strange glow under the moonlight.

At once, Mule's lustful grin froze. The fat man in the distance widened his small eyes and swallowed hard. "As expected… a fine item…"

Seeing that Luo Shuang hadn't tried anything, the fat man walked over, closed the suitcase, and sneered. "Madam Lu, we'll take this. Tonight, we guarantee you'll be reunited with President Lu."

With a glance, he signaled Mule to finish things cleanly, then picked up the suitcase and turned back toward the car.

Luo Shuang knew she was at their mercy. All she could do was go back and wait for her husband to be released.

Just as she was about to return to her car, Mule grinned wickedly. "Madam Lu can't wait to reunite with her husband, huh? They say women in their thirties are the most fiery. How about letting me relieve that fire under me first?"

"Bullshit! Bastard!" Luo Shuang spat in disgust.

Mule's lust got the better of him. He grabbed her pale wrist and laughed obscenely. "Let's see if Madam Lu is talking nonsense, and let you see just what kind of bastard I am, hehe…"

"What are you doing? Mmm—" Luo Shuang tried to scream, but his filthy hand covered her cherry lips.

"Mule, what the hell are you doing?" the fat man frowned and cursed. "If you delay President Chen's business, you know what he'll do to you."

"Come on, Fat Brother, this woman is so beautiful—and dressed so sexy. Let your brother have a go first!" Mule said as he pushed Luo Shuang down onto the hood. "I'll treat you to nightlife later. Anyway, she's as good as dead. Let her taste a man one last time before she dies."

Only then did Luo Shuang realize they had orders to kill her. She had underestimated Chen Liwu's cruelty. She regretted not asking her elder sister Luo Ning for help—given her sister's status, things wouldn't have come to this. But she had feared the conflict between the Luo family and the Chen family, and worried her husband's shady dealings would anger her sister. She had misjudged Chen Liwu as too lenient.

"Please… don't… someone, help…!" Luo Shuang struggled desperately. She had only heard of such **** before—never experienced it. Now, after her husband's ****, she was about to face **** and ****. Terror overwhelmed her as she twisted her body and fought back, but the deserted riverbank was silent. No one would come.

Mule tightly gripped her slender arms, his thick fingers digging into her delicate skin. His other hand grabbed her calf, feeling the silky smoothness of her stocking-covered skin, cool to the touch.

"Call out, bitch!" Mule slapped her hard twice, snarling. "Even if someone were here, who would dare interfere?"

The fat man watched as her long, full legs writhed under the headlights, exposed again and again. He swallowed and patted the suitcase. "Hurry up, Mule! We still have to report back. You'll have plenty of fun at the nightclub—why waste time on a dying woman?"

"Fat Brother, you won't find goods like this in any nightclub," Mule laughed, pinning her down harder. "Want me to hold her while you take a turn?"

"Just hurry up!" the fat man said, but still came over and helped hold her down.

"Wow, Madam Lu is really turned on—look, it's already completely wet!"

The two men restrained her limbs. No matter how she struggled, twisting her slender waist like a snake, she couldn't escape.

Their rough handling only intensified her humiliation. Mule's large hand groped her inner thighs even more aggressively.

Unable to endure it any longer, the beautiful woman frowned in pain. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Her body trembled as if shocked by electricity. Under the humiliating molestation at her inner thighs, her slender waist arched backward involuntarily.