Wan Qian, whom Chen Mo had seen once, was at a parent-teacher meeting.
This was a woman with considerable charm, her skin as tender as a peeled egg, her figure curvy and well-defined, dressed maturely and sensually.
That image had attracted the gaze of many male teachers and students when she arrived at Chen Mo's school.
That day.
Wan Qian was wearing a floral dress, a yellow one that outlined her perfect figure extremely provocatively, with her pale cleavage and shapely legs barely hidden.
If someone didn't know her, they would never guess she was Wan Meirou's mother, but would probably think she was her older sister.
Her sensual attire made it impossible for any man who saw her not to feel a surge of desire.
For a woman like Wan Qian, it's likely that every man harbors fantasies about her.
It was said that Wan Qian was an executive at a company, and her husband ran a foreign trade firm; their home conditions were very good. As for what their marital relationship was like, few people knew.
However, Chen Mo had heard that, generally speaking, the private lives of such wealthy people were incredibly chaotic and that those who could come to such clubs were surely not upstanding individuals.
When Chen Mo saw Wan Qian, his breathing became short and rapid, his eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and his heart thumped relentlessly, unable to stay calm no matter what.
Now, Wan Qian was only wrapped in a thin layer of gauze, her delicate legs entwined, looking incredibly tempting under the glow of the lights which cast an unusual luster on them.
Upon seeing Zhang Mo enter, Wan Qian's eyes immediately brightened.
Chen Mo wasn't sure if Wan Qian recognized him, but from the current situation, it was clear Wan Qian was very satisfied with his appearance.
With his height of 1.85 meters and a naturally robust frame, Chen Mo needed no further attributes to conquer most of the lonely housewives here.
These housewives lived in secluded boredom, tormented by loneliness and overflowing ardor at night, wishing nothing more than to unleash all of their desires onto a young man.
Lying on the massage bed, Wan Qian yawned languidly.
She stretched, causing the gauze to slide off her shoulder, and her ample breasts appeared right under Chen Mo's eyes.
Chen Mo's pupils constricted, feeling as though his blood flow accelerated.
Something indefinable surged rapidly through his body, casting numerous sinful desires across his mind.
A stunning woman can turn a father and son against each other, make a boy grow into a man overnight, melt steel, and crumble boulders.
Previously, Chen Mo thought this statement was an exaggeration.
It was only after he saw Wan Qian today that he realized the saying had its basis in truth.
"Hello, guest, I am technician number 9, pleased to serve you," Chen Mo greeted as he approached the massage table.
Under the rosy glow of the lamp, Wan Qian's captivating and prideful face looked incredibly alluring.
Her shoulder-length bob haircut half-covered her eyes with its fringe.
Underneath the sheltered beautiful eyes, a wave of hunger and allure was radiating.
Chen Mo cursed in his heart, slut, the woman's demeanor was clearly impatient.
After all, having worked in the club for such a long time, he was very clear about the physical condition of these guests.
Watching Wan Qian slowly intertwining and rubbing her legs together, Chen Mo couldn't wait to take out his beast and charge at Wan Qian wildly!
"So you're Technician Number 9? Li Na told me you were very skilled, and I specifically came over to try it out. She also said you were quite handsome. Looking at you now, it turns out she wasn't lying to me," Wan Qian said slowly.
Not only was this woman charming in appearance, but even the tone of her voice had an indescribable stickiness, like honey, that unintentionally made people sink into it when listening.
Although she was older, the way she spoke was more like a little girl acting coquettishly, soft and glutinous.
Chen Mo remembered that the last time he saw Wan Qian, she had the image of a cold and noble powerful woman.
Never did he expect that all of that was just a facade put up by Wan Qian.
This was the true nature of this slut. Could this be what they call a "contrast bitch"?
The games rich people play are indeed extravagant!
Hearing Wan Qian's boasting, Zhang Mo was fully certain that Wan Qian had not recognized him as her daughter Wan Meirou's classmate, and that her reason for coming was due to the introduction by Sister Li last time.
Wearing a professional fake smile, Chen Mo nodded, "It is my honor to serve every customer well."
Wan Qian lay lazily on the massage chair, her pair of pale white rabbits slowly rising and falling with her breathing. Perhaps noticing Chen Mo staring at her jade orbs, Wan Qian felt extremely content.
Her jade legs were full and slender, leaving no room for picking flaws. If a leg aficionado saw them, it would be a case of "a leg for a lifetime."
"I'm not here for a massage. You should know I came on a referral. I just want to experience your technique and see for myself how impressive you really are down there. Li Na has praised you to the skies; you better not disappoint me!" she said.
Wan Qian was truly an old hand at this.
She didn't give Chen Mo much chance to react, directly stretching out her jade foot with red nail polish towards Chen Mo.
Wan Qian was well-maintained, even more so than Wan Meirou, with an indescribable charm that comes with mature women. It was like a ripe peach ready for the taking at any moment.
Should he wish, this juicy peach would become a toy beneath his crotch!
The jade foot was slowly exploring Chen Mo's crotch.
In the midst of the amorous atmosphere, Chen Mo's heart was already thumping wildly, and as a young fellow, an erection was inevitable, and before long, he had raised a small tent.
Chen Mo couldn't help but moan in distress in his heart.
Wan Qian was a true mature vixen, skillful indeed. She even knew how to play with and tease a man in the most lethal way.
She was using her slender toes to fiddle with Chen Mo's most sensitive spot.
Chen Mo had never encountered someone as direct as Wan Qian because the usual so-called mistresses would normally ask for a massage first, only reaching the utmost limit when they couldn't contain themselves any longer and became unbearably aroused.