Chapter 550 - 265: Maybach
Chapter 550: Chapter 265: Maybach
Lin Ping had specially chosen this outfit for Lin Shen today. If Anan and Zhao Ya hadn’t been here, she would have worn something even sexier.
"President Lin, do I look pretty?"
Seeing that no one else was around, Lin Ping momentarily overcame her shyness. She slowly walked toward Lin Shen, shrugging her trench coat partially off to hang in the crook of her arm. Then, she spun around, fully displaying what she wore underneath.
"Very nice."
Lin Shen nodded, satisfied. He stepped forward and kissed the sexy red lips Lin Ping eagerly offered, whispering in her ear.
"But have you forgotten about the important matter?"
’The important matter?’
Lin Ping had wanted to keep kissing him, but his question brought her back to her senses. The daze cleared from her beautiful eyes as realization dawned.
"Oh no! I forgot to bring down the clothes I bought for you!"
"Go on, get them."
Lin Shen reached out and playfully slapped her voluptuous rear through the trench coat, chuckling.
"And one more thing. Change into an outfit that’s more... convenient. And don’t forget to bring protection."
’!?’
Hearing this, Lin Ping’s face instantly flushed beet red. She quickly lowered her bashful gaze and stepped back into the elevator.
’More convenient...’
’Protection...’
’Is President Lin implying he wants to... do *that* with me later?’
’Are we going to get a room somewhere?’
’But Mom would get suspicious!’
’But I really want to be intimate with President Lin, too...’
Lin Ping bit her lip, her black-stockinged legs rubbing against each other.
In fact, ever since she’d learned Lin Shen was coming over, she’d been looking forward to tonight with immense anticipation.
She had even planned to have a passionate "battle" with him in the master bedroom or the living room after putting Anan to bed.
But then, her mother had shown up unexpectedly from her hometown!
This had completely shattered Lin Ping’s plans, and after some deliberation, she’d had no choice but to abandon them.
But it seemed Lin Shen wasn’t ready to give up. He still wanted to "comfort" her properly.
This stirred a deep flutter of excitement and a flush of heat within Lin Ping.
’President Lin hasn’t lost interest in me!’
Secretly delighted, Lin Ping hurried back upstairs. When she got home, she found her mother had already cleared the dining table and was about to put Anan to bed.
"Has Shen left?"
"Not yet."
Lin Ping trotted into the master bedroom and began packing the autumn clothes she had bought for Lin Shen from the closet.
"I bought some clothes for President Lin and I’m going to take them down to him."
"So many?"
Seeing her daughter so attentive to a man—a man who already had a girlfriend, no less—made Zhao Ya a little worried.
"You must have spent a lot of money on these, right? Just from the looks of them, the quality seems quite good."
"I bought them with the money President Lin gave me, so it wasn’t much..."
Lin Ping answered reflexively, then suddenly realized her words might make Zhao Ya suspicious. She quickly added a lie to cover her tracks.
"I bought these clothes for President Lin with the bonus I received after starting the job. Think of it as a bit of professional networking."
"That makes sense."
Zhao Ya nodded in agreement.
"Even though you and Shen have a good relationship, it’s still necessary to make these gestures to strengthen it. After all, your current position isn’t your strong suit."
"Mm."
Seeing that her mother showed no signs of leaving the master bedroom, Lin Ping whispered.
"Mom, could you step out for a minute?"
"You’re just packing clothes. Is there something I’m not supposed to see?"
"Oh, come on! Just go put Anan to bed."
Lin Ping wheedled, gently pushing Zhao Ya out of the master bedroom.
"You’ve had a long day after your train ride, you should get some rest. Don’t wait up for me. You can sleep with Anan tonight. Her bed is big enough, and you two can chat."
"Fine."
Zhao Ya sensed that her daughter was hiding something, but she didn’t plan to press the issue.
’She’s an adult, after all. No need to be overbearing.’
’As long as she isn’t being taken advantage of, it’s fine.’
Once Zhao Ya had carried Anan to the other bedroom, Lin Ping quickly shed her trench coat and rummaged through the closet for a change of clothes.
This time, however, it wasn’t a nightgown. It was the risqué lingerie she and Lin Shen often used in bed.
Black mesh veiled the pale skin of her stomach, its lace trim adding a hint of seduction.
The X-shaped straps that crisscrossed her chest, in particular, elevated the entire ensemble.
You had to admit, the designers of this kind of lingerie knew exactly how to use the least amount of fabric to maximize a man’s interest.
Every detail exuded a mouth-watering allure.
On top of that, Lin Ping’s own figure was exquisite. Her voluptuous, graceful body was like a perfect mannequin, showing off the sexiness of the lingerie even better than a professional model, the two complementing each other perfectly.
After putting on the lingerie, she did a twirl in front of the full-length mirror, seemingly quite pleased with her new "battle armor" that she had carefully selected online.
Of course, it needed accessories.
For instance, a collar for her neck with a small jangling bell—this was Lin Ping’s favorite little prop.
Especially after the last time Lin Shen had put it on her himself, she’d felt a dependent thrill, as if she were completely his possession.
This filled her with an exceptional sweetness.
’No wonder so many people like these kinds of props. They really do set the mood.’
Lin Ping mused to herself, then changed her black stockings.
She swapped her pantyhose for a garter-style pair. Not only was this visually sexier, but it was also more convenient for... certain activities.
This was exactly what Lin Shen had wanted.
With her preparations complete, she took a box of condoms from a closet drawer and tucked it into her pocket before wrapping the trench coat tightly around herself.
’If anyone saw what I’m wearing underneath, I’d die of shame!’
Just the thought of going out dressed like this made Lin Ping’s cheeks burn and her heart pound with nervousness and anxiety.
Even with the trench coat for cover, she couldn’t help but worry.
But of course, along with the worry came a thrill unlike anything she had ever felt before.
Lin Ping left her apartment and pressed the elevator button, silently praying that it would be empty.
As it turned out, Murphy’s Law held true once again.
The worst-case scenario is always the most likely to occur.
As luck would have it, when the elevator doors opened on the 12th floor, two older women were inside, planning to take their Samoyed for a late-night walk.
At the sight, Lin Ping’s heart skipped a beat, then began to race.
’Oh no!’
’There really are people in here!’
’I’ll just wait for the next one...’
Seeing Lin Ping blushing and hesitating to get in, the two women assumed she was afraid of dogs. They immediately muzzled their pet and called out to her.
"Come on in, dearie! Our Cream doesn’t bite."
"Um..."
Lin Ping wanted to refuse, but the two women were overly friendly. One even held the door for her, making it clear they weren’t going anywhere until she got in.
Left with no choice, Lin Ping stepped into the elevator, pulling her trench coat even tighter around herself, terrified they would notice something was off.
Luckily, the ride was quick, and the elevator soon reached the ground floor.
After the two women led their dog away, Lin Ping let out a long sigh of relief. Her anxious heart gradually calmed, but it was replaced by a strange sense of disappointment.
She steadied herself against the wall as she slowly stepped out of the elevator. Lin Shen was waiting by the entrance, and when he saw her, a wicked smile played on his lips.
"Did you have company on the way down?"
"Mm."
Lin Ping held one arm across her chest to cover herself and clutched the shopping bags in her other hand, her face full of shyness.
"President Lin, where’s your car? I need to put these clothes in the trunk."
"This way."
Lin Shen smiled and led Lin Ping to his Maybach S680. As soon as she placed the clothes in the trunk, he wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind and murmured.
"Did anyone see?"
"Of course not!"
Lin Ping replied coyly. Her eyes darted upward and she spotted a security camera nearby. "President Lin," she whispered, "let’s go somewhere else. There’s a camera here."
"Get in."
Lin Shen patted Lin Ping’s rear, gesturing for her to get into the passenger seat. He slid into the driver’s seat and moved the car to a dark, deserted corner nearby.
Inside the car, a sultry, ambiguous atmosphere began to spread.
"Join me in the back."
After turning off the engine, Lin Shen opened his door and gestured for Lin Ping to join him in the back seat.
The moment she was settled, he immediately commanded.
"Take off the coat."
"..."
Lin Ping bit her lip. The privacy of the car’s interior gradually eased her anxiety, which transformed into a potent mixture of affection and desire for Lin Shen.
And, of course, the carnal desires of a young woman.
Without further hesitation, Lin Ping shrugged off her trench coat, revealing her "battle armor" to Lin Shen. "President Lin, are you satisfied with this?" she asked in a soft, coquettish voice, like a child seeking praise.
"..."
Lin Shen didn’t answer right away. Instead, his scorching, appraising gaze roamed over Lin Ping’s body, making her face flush crimson.
...
The heat in Lin Shen’s eyes intensified, and the smile on his lips grew wider.
"Very nice. Looks like you’re getting impatient, too. Was it because you had company in the elevator?"
"Yes! It scared me to death! It’s all your fault, President Lin, for making me wear this out. What would I have done if someone had found out?"
Lin Ping complained coquettishly, still a little shaken by the experience.
However, the strange thrill that came with this novel experience was slowly becoming addictive.
Lin Ping threw herself into Lin Shen’s arms, hooking her own around his neck. She eagerly offered her luscious, kissable lips for his enjoyment, murmuring with desire.
"You’ll have to make it up to me~"
"Making demands of me now, are we?"
Lin Shen raised an eyebrow at Lin Ping’s coquettish "reproach," not angry in the least.
He knew this was just part of the foreplay she craved.
So Lin Shen played along. His arms clamped around her like iron tongs, holding her body fast as he domineeringly plundered the sweetness of her mouth.
"Then I’ll have to properly punish this wanton woman, who can’t even wait to sneak downstairs for a tryst with her lover while her own daughter and mother are still at home!"
Faced with Lin Shen’s "insult," Lin Ping felt no sadness or displeasure. Instead, a strange excitement stirred within her.
In the cramped confines of the Maybach S680, the passionate atmosphere grew increasingly sultry, and the entire car seemed to melt into the night.
「11:00 PM.」
Anxi Garden, Building 5, Apartment 1203.
CLICK—!
The faint sound of a key turning in the lock was followed by the main door being pushed open quietly.
Lin Ping tiptoed inside. The first thing she did was slip off her high heels, terrified the sound would wake the sleeping Anan and her mother.
However, when she turned on the living room light, she was shocked to find a figure sitting on the sofa!
The sight gave Lin Ping a start. When she saw who it was, she asked, dumbfounded.
"Mom? Why are you still awake?"
"I was waiting for you."
Zhao Ya said, her eyes fixed on Lin Ping.
"It’s so late. What were you doing?"
"I told you, I was seeing President Lin off..."
Lin Ping mumbled, her voice laced with guilt. She slipped on her slippers and tried to escape into the master bedroom, but Zhao Ya’s cold voice stopped her.
"Come and sit down. I have something to ask you."
"Can’t we talk about it tomorrow? It’s so late."
Lin Ping’s heart pounded. She realized her affair with Lin Shen might have been exposed and tried to stall for time.
But Zhao Ya clearly wasn’t going to give her that chance.
"We’re settling this tonight."
"Then let me just go change my clothes first."
"No!"
Zhao Ya patted the spot beside her, her voice firm.
"Come here and sit! You’re not getting out of this tonight!"
"..."
Seeing her mother’s firm stance, Lin Ping panicked. But with no good excuse to escape, she could only walk silently to the far end of the sofa, sitting as far away from Zhao Ya as possible.
She was terrified her mother would see what she was wearing underneath her coat. If that happened, she’d want the ground to swallow her whole.
Zhao Ya carefully studied her daughter’s flustered expression and evasive eyes.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, with a few strands stuck to her sweat-dampened forehead.
Her cheeks held an unnatural, feverish flush.
It was already autumn. Unless one had been engaged in strenuous exercise, it was impossible to get that hot.