Capítulo 16: Chapter 16 The Woman Under the Table
"Ms. Miao is here."
Just then, someone came running in from outside.
Soon, a woman dressed in a red suit, flanked by several flamboyant ladies, walked in.
Exceedingly beautiful, she stood out among the nearly hundred beauties present – some of whom were quite stunning themselves – but they still paled in comparison to her. Moreover, she exuded a powerful aura that never left her.
"Ms. Miao."
"Ms. Miao."
Everyone in the private room paused their conversations and stood up.
With her hips swaying, the woman entered amidst all eyes upon her.
As she passed by Tang Feng, her gaze lingered on him for a moment before she withdrew it.
Even though it was just a brief look, Tang Feng felt a shiver run down his spine.
It was as if a ferocious beast had just fixed its eyes on him.
Ms. Miao took her seat at the head of the table.
"Alright, please sit," she gestured with her hand.
Without a word, everyone found their seats and sat down, well-practiced in this ritual, void of any chaos.
Tang Feng sat down at the second table following Huo Hui, all the while observing his surroundings.
Though he was still somewhat naive, it didn't mean he was foolish.
He could see that the nearly hundred women were not one cohesive group; they were divided into several factions, each with their own leader.
And his sister-in-law, she was the leader of one of these factions.
Looking at the diverse array of scheming minds within the room, his gaze inadvertently drifted towards Ms. Miao.
Being able to command so many women, keeping them in line, spoke volumes of Ms. Miao's capabilities.
Her skill was comparable to that of the old village chief back in his village.
As he curiously scrutinized Ms. Miao, she suddenly turned her head to look back at him.
Even across more than ten meters, their eyes met.
Making eye contact with those piercing eyes, he felt as though he was being seen through, and panic stricken, quickly averted his gaze, not daring to meet eyes again.
This woman was too formidable.
The waiter soon brought in the dishes.
The vast table was laden with food and drink, not only varied in type but also clearly appealing in color, aroma, and flavor, dazzling Tang Feng.
Having grown up in the village, the most extravagant feast he had ever eaten was the one the village chief hosted for his son's wedding.
But that banquet seemed rather modest compared to the spread before him now.
He couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion.
Indeed, the city was beyond compare with their village.
The feast on this table alone could probably match the yearly income of someone from his village.
The women were uninhibited, and when it came to drinking, each was fiercer than the last.
As the only man, Tang Feng ended up being forced to drink several extra glasses.
If it weren't for his unusual gift, he likely would have been floored by these women by now.
"Drink less, don't let these lunatics get you drunk,"
came the familiar voice of Han Ling in his ear.
Tang Feng turned his head and noticed that, at some point, Han Ling had switched places with Zhou Yun.
In that moment, Han Ling's face was flushed, her beautiful eyes brimming with ripples.
Tonight, Han Ling, her upper body clad in a low-cut light-colored short sleeve, the soft fabric accentuated the fullness of her chest, making her particularly tempting.
Beneath that, she wore a long horsehair skirt; though her lovely legs were concealed, her petite waist was all the more striking.
Feeling tipsy, Han Ling leaned in and sprawled over Tang Feng's shoulder.
Her ample chest crushed against Tang Feng's arm.
Full of spring.
"Come stay the night with sis, I'll take real good care of you," Han Ling whispered, her cheek pressed against the side of Tang Feng's face.
Hearing Han Ling's words, Tang Feng felt a tingling sensation inside, and couldn't help but be slightly tempted.
But he didn't immediately agree to Han Ling's proposal.
His sister-in-law had drunk quite a bit tonight. If he went out with Han Ling now, who would look after her if she got drunk at home, all alone?
"What, can't stop worrying about your sister-in-law?" Han Ling saw right through Tang Feng's thoughts and asked with a mischievous smile.
Tang Feng nodded.
"Let me tell you, Sister Hui can hold her liquor like no other. All these bitches here, not a single one of them can outdrink her. Sister Hui won't get drunk," said Han Ling with a giggle.
As they were talking, a quarrel erupted nearby.
Following the noise, Tang Feng saw at the end of his gaze a flamboyantly dressed woman pointing at Huo Hui's nose, spewing some nasty words.
"That bitch's name is Li Ling; she's always been at odds with Sister Hui, constantly looking for trouble with her. In the future, if you see her, don't you give her the time of day," Han Ling said, leaning on Tang Feng's shoulder, watching the scene.
Tang Feng noticed a hand stealthily slipping into his trousers.
Then that restless hand began fumbling with his balls from below, carefully playing with them.
"My good little brother, you're so big; sis really likes it. Tonight, just come out with me; I want to play to my heart's content," Han Ling said, nibbling on Tang Feng's earlobe, her voice whiny and seductive.
Before long, she didn't forget to blow gently into Tang Feng's ear.
Tang Feng shivered uncontrollably.
Han Ling quietly played with the eager beast, and despite having already savored it, having it in her hand again made her G-spot flutter with excitement.
As she played, she was already soaking wet.
Glancing around, she saw people leaving their table to drink at others, while some were drunkenly crying and laughing together. After a thought, she slid down Tang Feng's body.
Finally, she disappeared entirely under the table.
Tang Feng felt his zipper being pulled down, then his member enveloped in a warm embrace.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the black hair below him.
This woman was bold.
With so many people around, she dared...
If someone saw, what then?
Although frightened, Tang Feng didn't dare to move. He sat there quietly, letting Han Ling have her way.
"Tang Feng, where's Han Ling?" Zhou Yun, reeking of alcohol, returned to her seat with a wine glass in hand.
She sat next to Tang Feng, just like Han Ling had before, and rested her head on his shoulder.
The faint scent of perfume mingled with the smell of alcohol hit him hard.
At this moment, Tang Feng's heart was in his throat.
Beneath the table, hidden by the tablecloth, Han Ling was on her knees, mouth full of cucumber, passionately bobbing her head.
If Zhou Yun casually lifted the tablecloth, she could see Han Ling.
A woman kneeling below him, another resting on him—Tang Feng had never encountered such a situation before.
"Hey, little brother, got a girlfriend?" Zhou Yun, somewhat tipsy, asked as she lay on Tang Feng's shoulder.
Tang Feng's scalp tingled, but he shook his head truthfully.
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