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The next afternoon, after class, Shawn Young was just about to grab a bite with his three buddies when he got a call from Vivian Fang. She said she was waiting for him in her office on the fifth floor of Harmony Tower.
As soon as Shawn heard, he perked right up. He knew exactly what this was about—Vivian wanted him to come over and give her a supernatural massage to drive out the bugs. Without wasting a second, he dashed into the shower, scrubbed up, and put on what he thought was his coolest outfit. Strutting out the dorm, he flagged down a cab and headed straight for Harmony Tower.
Harmony Tower—right in the heart of downtown, prime real estate, towering and grand. It was the headquarters of Harmony Realty Group, famous throughout Nanning. The cab dropped Shawn at the entrance, and he stepped out, gazing up at the impressive building.
Shawn straightened up and strode confidently toward the entrance. No sooner had he stepped into the lobby than he spotted a stunning woman coming his way. She was dressed in a sharp black-and-white business suit, her figure curvy and elegant, long hair flowing, and her whole vibe classy yet approachable. She stopped in front of Shawn, gave him a polite smile, and asked, "Hello, are you Mr. Young?"
"Oh! Yeah, I'm Shawn Young. And you are...?" Shawn asked, a bit surprised.
"Hi! I'm Leah Zhang, Chairwoman Fang's secretary. She asked me to come down and welcome you. Please, follow me—Chairwoman Fang is waiting for you in her office." Leah smiled warmly as she spoke.
"Oh, great! Thanks a lot—" Shawn replied, quickly and politely.
"Haha—no trouble at all. Let's go!" Leah said, turning on her heel and leading Shawn into one of the elevators in the lobby.
They rode straight up to the fifth floor, where most of the offices belonged to Harmony Realty Group's senior management. Vivian Fang, as chairwoman, liked her peace and quiet, so her office was set apart from the other departments, in a large, private space near the elevator.
It was after work hours, so most of the managers on that floor had already left, making the place super quiet. Leah Zhang led Shawn Young down the hall for a few dozen meters, stopping outside a grand, luxurious office. A curtain was drawn over the doorway, so you couldn't see inside.
Leah knocked on the office door, and Vivian Fang's voice came from inside: "Hmm, is that you, Leah?"
"Yes, it's me, Chairwoman. Mr. Young is here!" Leah replied.
"Oh! Great, let him in. Leah, you can head home now!" Vivian called out from inside.
"Mr. Young, please go in—Chairwoman Fang is waiting for you! I'm off now, see you!" Leah gave Shawn a quick glance, waved, and headed back to the elevator. As soon as Leah left, Shawn straightened his back, excitement bubbling up as he pushed open the office door. Inside, he saw Vivian Fang dressed in a stunning white business suit, sitting at her desk going through paperwork. Her hair was styled in a beautiful, vintage half-up bun—a look straight out of a Tang dynasty painting, though hers was a modern twist, elegant without being overly elaborate. The gorgeous hairstyle, paired with her mature, alluring face, made her look like a goddess stepping out of an ancient masterpiece.
Vivian looked up as Shawn entered, immediately standing. She clasped her hands gracefully above her waist, the office AC stirring her skirt and drawing attention to her beautiful legs. Beauty is all about flawless details, and Vivian was the epitome of mature charm—at the most irresistible age for a woman. Unlike a lively young girl, her allure was all about ripeness, tempting and impossible to ignore. Dressed in white, her curves were perfect, her face radiant, every inch of her exuding seductive, sophisticated energy. Her hair, her face, her legs—everything about her was stunning! White stockings paired with her suit gave her an extra dash of allure; honestly, Vivian in stockings was at least three times more captivating than without. Shawn couldn't help but let his imagination run wild, thinking about the endless beauty hidden beneath those white stockings!
Vivian gave Shawn a slightly nervous smile, quickly walked to the door, and locked it behind him. Then she said, "I—I'm a little nervous. Everyone's gone home, so I picked this time for you to come. You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all—not at all, haha—" Shawn was anything but bothered.
"So—are you ready? Should we get started?" Vivian asked, a little shy.
"Oh! Yeah, I'm ready. You just need to find somewhere to lie down." Shawn's heart was pounding.
"Oh! I came prepared—right here!" Vivian walked to the far end of the office, pulled aside a curtain, and revealed a big, soft white bed.
Vivian said, "When work gets exhausting or it's too late to go home, I just crash here. So, let's do it here!"
"Do it here—" Shawn's heart was pounding. That sounded awfully suggestive! But he nodded right away and said, "Alright, Aunt Vivian, let's get started! You can go ahead and take off your clothes now—"
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"Oh! Okay—okay—" Vivian nodded, her pretty face blushing as she started to undress. She slowly slipped out of her white business suit, revealing a breathtaking, gorgeous body—this time she wore a white bra on top and, below, white panties connected to white stockings! Her snow-white, luscious figure, the white lingerie, the white stockings—so white! So tempting!
Damn! That little strip of fabric was drawn tight, disappearing into her most mysterious places. Honestly, Shawn was jealous of that thong! No doubt about it—the allure of a sexy mature woman was just too much to handle!
Vivian tried to unhook her bra herself but was too nervous and couldn't get it. She shot Shawn a shy glance, climbed onto the bed, lay down on her stomach, and whispered, "Um—Shawn, I can't undo the clasp on my bra. Can you help me?"
"Oh—sure, sure—" Shawn felt his mouth go dry. Vivian was basically asking him to commit a crime! Still, he stepped forward, hands trembling as he fumbled with the clasp on her smooth, flawless back, finally getting it undone after a long moment.
Vivian pulled her bra off to the side but stayed lying there, face flushed, and asked Shawn, "So, Shawn, how do you want to start?"
"Oh! I channel my energy into my palms, then use massage to slowly drive out the remaining Soul-Leech bugs in your body. I—I just need a glass of water first—where's the water?" Honestly, Shawn was so parched, he just wanted something to cool himself down.
"Oh, there's a water dispenser near the office door, and cups right next to it," Vivian said.
"Oh! Great, I'll grab some water—" Shawn hurried over, grabbed a cup, and gulped down a big glass of cold water. Still, it barely cooled his burning desire. He returned with the water and set it down by the bed.
"Can we start now?" Vivian asked again.
"Yeah, let's begin—" Shawn took a deep breath, fighting down his wicked thoughts, then focused his energy into his palms, ready to get started.