Chapter 3: The Humiliation of the Beautiful Mature Woman (1)

Chapter 3: The Humiliation of the Beautiful Mature Woman (1)

Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

In the quiet, dark room, the sound of the wall clock ticking echoed continuously.

A long time had passed. The sky outside had already brightened, yet Ye Chen still hadn’t broken free from his erotic dream. In truth, if it were only the dream itself, it wouldn’t have tormented him this much. What truly made it impossible for him to suppress his fantasies was how lewd she had been in the dream. In reality, she had always been so pure and noble—especially to him, she was like a goddess beyond the mundane world. Yet in his dream, she had been so wanton… and the dream was entirely generated by himself. Didn’t that mean he had actually imagined his own goddess as a slut?

Dazed, Ye Chen got up and walked into the bathroom. He pulled off the underwear already stained with semen, casually turned on the showerhead without adjusting the temperature, and let the cold water pour directly over his head.

Under the stimulation of the icy water, his mind cleared somewhat, and the knot in his chest temporarily loosened. After a quick rinse, he returned to the dressing area outside.

Standing before the large full-length mirror, Ye Chen blankly examined his naked body. Objectively speaking, his physique was excellent. Around 1.7 meters tall, with long, well-proportioned limbs, his muscles weren’t overly developed but still carried a sense of strength. Perhaps due to superior genetics, he also possessed an exceptionally handsome face. His rugged, masculine good looks made him popular both in school and in society.

Appearance is justice!

However, Ye Chen himself knew very well that he was nothing more than a silver spear with a wax tip. He was born into an extremely prominent family—the Ye family, one of the four great wealthy families of Huahai City. His grandfather, Ye Zhenhua, was the head of the Kyoto Military District and the current patriarch of the Ye family. His grandmother, Feng Ziling, was the current head of the Feng family—also one of Kyoto’s four great families—and the nation’s highest leader, the President. His father, Ye Yaoyang, was the CEO of the largest media and film company in Huahai, worth over a hundred billion. His mother, Luo Xue, was the second daughter of the Luo family, one of Kyoto’s four great families. She was once known as the ‘Number One Beauty of the Imperial Capital’ and now served as the chief gynecologist at Huahai First People’s Hospital.

As the direct heir of such a family, he had been given the name “Chen,” full of grandeur and meaning, clearly carrying high expectations. However, for some reason, the most powerful figure in the family—his grandfather Ye Zhenhua—didn’t like him much. Since childhood, he had strictly forbidden Ye Chen from cultivating the Ye family’s internal techniques and even **** his mother Luo Xue to take her children away from the Ye family.

From that moment on, Luo Xue had completely lost heart in the Ye family. Although she had little contact with Ye Yaoyang, she still chose to divorce him and lived peacefully as an ordinary obstetrics and gynecology director, leading a normal life. Fortunately, although Luo Xue doted on her son, she was extremely strict in his upbringing. Otherwise, even without Ye Zhenhua’s influence, with his maternal grandfather Luo Wentian still around, he might have become one of those notorious second-generation playboys in the capital—and given his background, likely one of the most dangerous among them.

As he reflected on his life, Ye Chen slightly lowered his head. By chance, he saw the limp thing between his legs. Subconsciously, he reached out and grabbed it. As it slowly hardened, he couldn’t help recalling the scenes from the dream.

Perhaps because some time had passed, the guilt in his heart wasn’t as intense as before. Soon, he began to notice some inconsistencies. Although he lived somewhat cautiously, he was definitely happy. While other heirs his age were either building achievements or indulging in debauchery, he remained as pure as a blank sheet. The most intimate physical contact he had ever experienced was only with his mother, older sister, and younger sister at home.

So why had the body of the woman in his dream felt so real?

Shaking his head, Ye Chen abandoned these troubling thoughts. He slapped the now fully erect member—just as hard as in the dream—and muttered, “It’s all your fault!” Then he quickly found a set of clothes and put them on. It was unclear whether he blamed it for not living up to expectations or for inserting itself into a place it absolutely should not have in the dream.

The night was deep, the moon bright, and the stars sparse.

The sky was as clear and pristine as the finest glass. A drizzle, as light as willow fluff, gently fell from the sky, landing on trees and the earth.

The lush grass and leaves, nourished by the rain, emitted a faint green glow.

This rain should cool down the sweltering Huahai for a while.

Unfortunately, Ye Chen paid no attention to this rare scene.

After finishing his shower, Ye Chen stepped out of the bathroom and stood by the window, gazing blankly outside. After a long while, he came back to his senses, grabbed the now-cold glass of water from the bedside table, and gulped it down. His eyes then fell on a photo frame nearby.

His right hand gently stroked the glass as he looked at the photo of a family of five. It was taken when he was six years old—the first and last photo he ever took with his father Ye Yaoyang. It was now the only intact family photo he had.

In the picture, his father Ye Yaoyang sat in the center, charming and handsome. His mother Luo Xue leaned beside him, smiling gently, her beauty unparalleled, her right hand holding young Ye Chen’s hand. His older sister Ye Qing stood to the left, like a pure white lotus—graceful and stunning. His younger sister Ye Rou clung to their father’s broad back, small and slender yet lively and pretty. As for Ye Chen, he clung to Luo Xue’s long legs, most of his body hidden behind her, only peeking out with a shy and reserved expression, appearing innocent and adorable. The entire photo was filled with warmth.

Sigh…

Ye Chen let out a deep sigh and shook his head forcefully. His mind was still muddled. The memories from waking up from that erotic dream were chaotic, and fragments of those scenes kept flashing through his mind, destroying the warmth of the moment.

He vaguely remembered that when he was six, his mother Luo Xue had taken the three siblings away from the Ye family and divorced Ye Yaoyang. What had once been an enviable fairy-tale couple in the eyes of many elites ultimately failed to stay together for life. He couldn’t help but feel the unpredictability and sorrow of life.

“Beep! Beep!” The alarm on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Midnight, Tongyu Riverbank, save the woman.

Ye Chen recalled that his mother and aunt had asked him that afternoon to help save someone. His body jolted, and his expression turned serious.

Midnight? Right now…

He checked the time—23:35. It was the alarm he had set earlier in the afternoon.

There were still twenty-five minutes left, and it wasn’t far from the Tongyu River. There was still time.

He quickly ran toward the garage. Fortunately, he had borrowed the latest Chiteng motorcycle from his best friend Han Cheng earlier that day. Only by riding it could he reach there as quickly as possible.

The Tongyu River, with its wide banks, had flowed endlessly since ancient times, nurturing boundless vitality and prosperity.

Bards had composed countless songs praising this mother-like river, yet it remained unmoved, flowing ceaselessly from its mountainous source, surging forward to the sea, never to return.

Along the Tongyu River, in the Central Plains, mountains embraced the land, lush peaks overlapped, ancient trees towered, bamboo swayed, streams babbled, and valleys and strange pools dotted the landscape. This place held mysterious caves, deep valleys, ancient lakes, and scenic relics—truly a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, rich in feng shui and talent.

Some mountains stood tall and majestic, others were graceful and enchanting. Waterfalls cascaded, peaks layered upon peaks, creating vibrant scenery.

Dense forests thrived year-round, enduring wind, frost, rain, and snow with vitality. On Misty Rain Peak, pine forests stood lush, the mountain wind roaring like waves or flowing like streams, endlessly captivating.

In autumn, the red leaves made the scenery even more enchanting.

The terrain of Misty Rain Peak was steep and dangerous, filled with strange and spectacular formations.

From the summit, one could overlook endless green mountains and rolling forests, with mist drifting like a fairyland—nature’s masterpiece, utterly mesmerizing.

Huahai City, surrounded by mountains and water, was rich in resources and strategically vital since ancient times. Now, it had become a center of economic development and industry—a key economic hub of the nation.

Summer greenery painted the world in vivid strokes under blue skies and white clouds, creating vibrant landscapes full of life.

Yet even such beauty could be interrupted by sudden storms—clouds clashing, lightning flashing like fleeting glances of affection, thunder roaring like laughter, and rainbows forming as the fruit of their union.

Blue skies, white clouds, and brilliant rainbows wove together the most beautiful scenery of summer.