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Chapter 7 Part 2 Miss Lin's Zither and the Night's Games
In front of the pagoda, the guzheng's melody came through the closed doors, making all three of us dazed.
Suddenly, the doors opened and another beauty came out, but this one wore a standard business outfit; her aura totally different from Lanrui's, her smile much more approachable, and she seemed younger.
"Miss Yunyun, Mrs. Zhang, and Mr. Chen, you've arrived. Mr. Lin and Mr. Zhang and the others are inside. Please enter."
She bowed, voice soft, as not to disturb the music within.
Who was she? Another assistant? Mr. Lin had so many...
Yunyun laughed in a whisper, "Xiao Ding, thanks. Who's playing?"
"The Miss," Xiao Ding replied.
"Oh, no wonder what a rare mood for her to play."
"Yes, Miss is in great spirits today. When you go in, please keep quiet and don't interrupt her."
Besides the zither, sandalwood incense burned; the lighting was soft, the combined scent and sounds spiritual. We entered quietly, not daring to interrupt.
The room's décor was antique. Just past the entry, tall bookshelves separated the space. Rounding them, we saw row after row of high-backed chairs, each with a side table with fruit or tea. Zhang Yong sat on the left, tea in hand, head cocked in rapt attention.
Others men, women, young and old sat as well, all formally and dignifiedly dressed.
We silently took a row at the back, moving not at all. Likewise, the others did not look at us.
Everyone's attention was on the woman playing guzheng front and center. Only her side profile and back could be seen. She wore a crimson ancient dress silk brocade seated cross-legged for the zither, skirt pooled on the carpet like a red flower. Her bare shoulders and arms were covered by a sheer veil, making her glow all the more alluring.
Pearled hairpins and tassels adorned her hairbun, beads trailing down by her ears.
She was playing at a passionate part; her eyes half-closed and cheeks flushed, pale hands dancing on the zither. From behind, I saw her slim back sway, hands plucking, sweeping, strumming the strings.
The sound was like rivers and stars, endless and ceaseless; fast and sharp like rain, slow and gentle as drizzle on leaves, bold as bamboo in snow, soft as willows in a breeze.
Closing my eyes even from the back row, though her face could not be seen one could imagine her as a fairy dancing, robes swirling.
No need to say more four words suffice: We were enthralled.
But just at the climax, as the strings sang sharply, the music suddenly stopped.
We snapped out of it, about to applaud, but suddenly the woman stood up as if possessed, shoulders trembling, the veil falling. Then, in a trance, she pulled apart her gold-embroidered sash; at once, her gown loosened, and letting her hands fall, the dress, made of smooth fabric, cascaded to the ground.
First it slipped from her chest out bounced dazzling, snow-white, rounded breasts. Even from her side and back, I could see they weren't ordinary. My heart skipped.
Then the dress dropped from her slim waist to reveal her firm, beautiful hips, and between them, even her furry mound.
Last, it fell past her stunning, shapely legs, pooling at her petite, fair ankles, reluctant to depart.
The audience was silent, all stunned. She stood fully revealed her flawless body, slender and elegant, on full display.
Then she raised her hands and removed all her hair ornaments and pins, shaking her head so her waist-length black hair a glossy drape rippling with rainbow colors.
Her slender waist, so light. The most tender sight to stir the soul.
Unclad, her face still showed no sign of relaxation like someone in a trance, tilting her head up, lips parted, gazing heavenward. Then she sat cross-legged again, hands flying playing the zither madly.
Now the strings roared, as if lashed by a hurricane with a completely unrestrained and wild energy. No longer music, but gusts of force, unending, wave after wave, as if ten thousand billows would cut us in two.
"She's in a trance," Yunyun whispered.
"She often does this… plays naked?" I whispered back.
"No, very rarely. Only seen it once or twice. She must be in an amazing mood today."
"It seems… you know her very well," I added. Yunyun didn't answer.
At last, Miss Lin's fingers finished the final note; hands lifted from the instrument.
Breathing hard, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and her breasts quivered lightly. As she stood, I could see even between her legs, moisture had already seeped through.
A hush hung over the room, then a thunderous round of applause and cheers.
"Incredible! To hear Miss Lin's zither, and see her divine form all my life is worth it," one guest exclaimed, the rest nodding and offering every imaginable praise.
Miss Lin crossed her hands over her chest and stomach, bowed to the left and right.
Face on, she seemed no older than 22, not an especial beauty but as attractive as any woman I'd seen these days, with an even more perfect and enticing body.
"Bravo! Bravo!"
One man, about fifty and with a massive gut, jumped up and approached her, embracing her at the waist, naturally sliding his hand to her buttocks.
Turning to the man in the first seat, he said, "Brother Lin, thanks for letting go. Your daughter will be with me for seven days, ha ha ha."
Everyone even me was stunned; a few exchanged glances.
That "Brother Lin" Lin Xiong laughing, rose and approached. A fit, decently kept man, he did resemble Miss Lin.
"Please, Liu, guide her with care. Jia Bi, this week, serve your Uncle Liu well, understood?"
"Yes. Jia Bi understands," Miss Lin replied softly, unconcerned as Uncle Liu features twisted with lust grabbed her breast and buttocks in front of everyone.
"Too bad can't do it here. I can barely hold back. Lin, gentlemen, I'll take this beauty now to enjoy myself first, ha ha!"
He dragged Jia Bi out, even groping Xiao Ding, who opened the door.
"What filth!"
Someone cursed after they left.
"What a waste!"
A young married woman added.
Lin Xiong showed no change, only said, "We agreed he helped me with the bank, I let Jia Bi serve him a week. We've all done such. Sorry, I've ignored our new guests welcome!"
He came directly over, not waiting for Zhang Yong to introduce us, and shook my hand with apparent cordial strength.
"You're Chen Yayi? Zhang Yong just spoke of you, and your situation. Need a top doctor?"
He got straight to the point.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin, but for now that's not needed. I'll see how things go for a few days, then decide," I replied, nodding toward Zhang Yong.
"Don't be formal, just call me Brother Xiong. Anyone of Zhang Yong's is a friend of mine."
"Thank you, Brother Xiong. I'll be sure to ask for help."
He smiled, then turned to Yingzhi, not shaking hands but hugging her and squeezing her thigh, even slipping a hand into her dress to fondle her breast.
"Mrs. Zhang, long time no see you're looking better than ever. Zhang Yong must have had many come to work on you!"
"You always tease, Boss Lin. I owe you for your invite tonight; please shower me with your 'rain'."
"Such a lovely flower one shower could never suffice. Later, come bathe with me," he said, moving on.
As he approached Yunyun, she knelt spontaneously before him.
"Master, Yunyun is back tonight."
"Good! Stand up, I've missed you," Lin Xiong laughed.
"My only regret is I can't serve you forever," Yunyun continued, still kneeling.
He lifted her, "You're not my assistant anymore no need to kneel or call me Master."
"Understood!"
Grabbing Yingzhi's hand, he said, "My beauties have all arrived. Everyone enjoy themselves I'm off with Mrs. Zhang. This dress looks fine, but it'll be better coming off!"
He stripped Yingzhi, swept her away; the others all scattered in laughter, each to his pleasure. Zhang Yong whisked off a married woman, after briefly chatting with me and Yunyun about getting my ID. Soon only Yunyun was by my side.
"You're mine tonight. How many times did you fuck my sister-in-law today?" She grinned, undoing my buttons.
We joined the crowd outside Yunyun's arm on my shoulder, both of us naked among the others.
"Where do you want to play?" I asked.
"The Glass House I want to test your endurance," Yunyun grinned.
It was my seventh time today but so what.
The Glass House was a round hall with a dozen glass-walled rooms. Inside each, you could see every couple fucking body to body, flesh slapping, mouths gaping with moans. Hallway speakers broadcast the most passionate sounds from within.
"It's not random they broadcast only the most beautiful, loudest moans, Yayi. Make sure only my moans fill the hallway!"
"Leave that to me!"
Stepping into an empty room, I realized it was one-way glass. Inside, you saw only yourselves nothing but floor padding. Here, with nothing to brace against, playing would test your stamina for real…
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