Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Jiang Hong giggled repeatedly, her body twisting and turning as if she were being electrocuted, laughing so hard she was shaking uncontrollably. The soft flesh wrapped in her tight yoga clothes heaved violently with her laughter, making Chen Feng feel dizzy.

The two playfully wrestled on the sofa, instantly creating an ambiguous atmosphere. Jiang Hong, her face flushed and panting, pushed Chen Feng's hand away, lightly poked his forehead, and scolded, "Alright, alright, you're all sweaty. Don't let your cigarette smell rub off on me."

She stood up, tidied her slightly disheveled hair, and glanced at Chen Feng with a fleeting look in her eyes: "Since you're going to do my bidding, you have to follow the rules. I'm going to take a shower; you can wait in my room."

After saying that, she swayed her captivating waist and walked towards the bathroom with cat-like steps.

Watching the bathroom door close and hearing the sound of running water coming from inside, Chen Feng stood there and rubbed his face vigorously.

He looked around at the luxurious villa, the high-end fragrance in the air, and the woman in the bathroom who had once been unattainable.

I thought to myself, this time, I absolutely cannot back down.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and strode into Jiang Hong's bedroom.

He didn't turn on the main light, but left only a bedside floor lamp, its dim yellow light spilling onto the deep red silk bed, creating an extremely ambiguous and alluring atmosphere. He took an unopened bottle of imported essential oil from the cabinet, rubbed it slowly in his palms to warm it, and quietly waited for his prey to appear.

……

Twenty minutes later, "click".

The bathroom door opened.

A wave of warm steam, accompanied by the fresh scent of shower gel, wafted towards me.

Chen Feng suddenly looked up, his breath catching in his throat.

Jiang Hong walked out barefoot, her hair wet and disheveled over her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bathrobe, but had changed into a very daring nightgown.

It was a black tank top, as thin as a cicada's wing, barely covering anything. Her two snow-white mounds trembled with her movements, making one's blood boil. Below, she wore a pair of pajama bottoms that were so short they barely covered the top of her thighs. Her two long, straight, white legs were displayed without reservation before Chen Feng's eyes, gleaming like ivory in the dim light.

She was like a ripe peach, exuding an alluring sweet fragrance, waiting to be picked.

Seeing Chen Feng's fixed gaze, Jiang Hong's lips curled into a satisfied smile. Instead of being shy, she walked confidently to the bedside and, like a lazy Persian cat, simply lay down on it.

That pose, that S-curve from back to hips, is simply a work of art that makes one want to commit a crime.

"What are you still standing there for?" Jiang Hong buried her face in the soft pillow, her voice muffled, slightly hoarse, and soft and sweet after a bath. "Come here, my... masseuse."

This call completely ignited the powder keg within Chen Feng.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his voice became deep and magnetic: "Alright, Sister Hong, I'm coming. My technique... will definitely make you feel comfortable."

Chen Feng walked over and knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed.

He rubbed the essential oil between his palms and gently applied it to Jiang Hong's smooth and delicate back.

The sensation at that moment—smooth, warm, and elastic—was simply irresistible.

He started from her shoulders and slowly pushed down. His fingertips traced her skin with just the right amount of pressure, relieving muscle soreness while sending tingling, electric currents through her.

"Mmm...not bad..." Jiang Hong hummed comfortably, her body swaying slightly with Chen Feng's movements.

Chen Feng's hand did not linger on the shoulder for long, but instead traveled down the spine to the slender waist—the very spot where Jiang Hong had cried out in pain.

This is Jiang Hong's most sensitive and also most fascinating area.

Chen Feng increased the pressure on his hands, pressing his thumb against her waist and rubbing his palm against her side, his fingertips lightly touching the edge of her pajama bottoms.

"Ah..." Jiang Hong couldn't help but exclaim, her voice sweet and seductive, "Slow...slow down...you rascal..."

Hearing that "you nemesis" made Chen Feng's bones melt.

The room was dimly lit, filled with the aroma of essential oils and a gradually rising level of hormones.

Looking at the perfect body beneath his feet, Chen Feng felt the beast within him finally break free of its cage.

His hand was no longer confined to the waist, but slid down along that amazing curve, passing through the pitifully short pajama bottoms without any hindrance, and covering the perky, rounded breasts.

Jiang Hong froze, then went limp, her breathing becoming rapid.

"Chen Feng...you're getting bolder and bolder..." She turned her head, looking at him with hazy eyes, her red lips slightly parted, as if inviting, or as if provoking, "Are you giving me a massage, or...?"

"This is called a private massage! Sister Hong, it's guaranteed to be comfortable, just lie there and enjoy!"

Chen Feng stopped what he was doing, leaned down, brought his face close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, and said with a wicked smile:

"Sister Hong, your back pain needs thorough treatment to heal quickly!"

"You little rascal..."

After an unknown amount of time, the raging storm in the room finally subsided, and the deep red silk bed was now in a mess, as if it had just gone through a fierce battle.

Chen Feng leaned against the headboard, lit another cigarette, and roughly yet affectionately played with Jiang Hong's hair scattered on the pillow with one hand.

Looking at the woman in his arms, who was as languid as a cat, Chen Feng exhaled a smoke ring, and his eyes suddenly became deep: "Sister Hong, although I suffered a bit in the police station this time, it also taught me a lesson."

"Hmm?" Jiang Hong closed her eyes, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on Chen Feng's muscular chest, her voice lazy and husky, "What's the reason?"

"I've been thinking about our business right now," Chen Feng sighed, his tone turning serious. "Look, we seem to be doing well, with arcades, underground casinos, and the battlefield we just acquired. But to be honest, it's all hard-earned money, earned through risky and dangerous ventures."

He flicked his cigarette ash and continued, "Arcades and casinos are shady businesses, they can't be run in the light of day, and they're always at risk of being raided by the authorities. You also have to watch out for people like Liu Dapao who try to extort you. Sand fighting is a legitimate business, but it's a resource-based business. To grab that little bit of territory, you have to fight tooth and nail with scoundrels like Mad Dog Qiang. The brothers have to bleed and sweat it out."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hong slowly opened her eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in her beautiful gaze. She hadn't expected that Chen Feng, having just experienced a life-or-death ordeal and a passionate encounter, would be thinking of such things.

"So what do you want to do?" Jiang Hong propped herself up, the silk quilt slipped down, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin, but she didn't care at all.

Chen Feng's eyes gleamed. "I found a 'treasure' in the cell."

"Baby?" Jiang Hong raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on her face.

"He's a bespectacled bookworm named Shen Zhou," Chen Feng said with a smirk. "But what's in this kid's head is worth more than ten gold vaults. He said he went to that Wales thing, you know, he's into finance."

"finance?"

"Yes, finance!" Chen Feng gestured excitedly. "Sister Hong, have you heard of 'leverage'? Have you heard of 'backdoor listing'? That kid told me that if you operate it properly, money is just a string of numbers in that circle. No fighting, no need to run brothels, just sit in an air-conditioned room, type on a keyboard, use your brain, and you can turn millions into tens of millions, or even more! And the most important thing is—it's legal! Completely legal!"

"He told you that?"

"Um."

"With your brains, you got scammed and you're still helping the scammers count their money!" Jiang Hong teased.