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Chapter 20 Part 3 Banquet, Brawl, and Blackout
When I climbed out of the car, she was still astride Lin Sheng, riding him.
Yingzhi stepped out of her car, neat as ever, her appearance unchanged.
I glanced inside Zhang Yong and great‑uncle were still chatting.
"He asked if I'd be his assistant at the calligraphy school, learn calligraphy and painting. But I know what he's after he wants me to be his 'secret ink,'" she grimaced.
"Hah, still has energy at his age? You'd provide plenty of ink," I joked.
She smiled. "Honestly, I am a bit tempted. Home is dull. Let's wait for Wang Rui and Yunyun to go up first. You know the way our place is just past theirs."
I nodded. Their home always carried a hint of mystery for me.
"I'd love to play 'boob‑cannon' with you again. Wonder if we'll have time at the banquet," I teased.
"We'll see," Yingzhi's eyes sparkled. "Just don't let those bridesmaids steal you."
"Better the familiar than the new."
Most people climbing out of the cars were disheveled, only now straightening clothes.
Liu Duan took up the lucky red umbrella again. Wang Rui carried the carpet‑wrapped Yunyun, and the bridal party led the way to the elevator. Space was tight, so we went in batches.
When my turn came, I expected lively chaos at the bridal suite. Instead, I found a hush almost solemn.
The red cloth around Yunyun was gone; she was naked except for a silver collar and leash held by Wang Rui, who led her while everyone else followed.
What ritual was this?
He stopped at each neighbor's door and announced, "Hello, we're the couple from Unit F next door. My wife and I are newlyweds; today I'm bringing her for you to enjoy. Please look after us as neighbors."
Each greeting was met with polite thanks and gift exchanges, promises to attend the banquet or to "visit" the bride's body later.
This was a simplified "new wife parade," limited to neighbors. In the countryside, it would be every household in the village; the bride would be offered to all.
If there were too many, bridesmaids could pitch in, but the bride would eventually complete the circuit. Nowadays, a red envelope sufficed in most places, but some families kept the old ways.
Of six households on the floor, three only gave gifts. Only one stuck rigorously to tradition and dragged Yunyun off for an energetic session.
After the parade, a red‑and‑gold ancestral altar, topped with a gigantic phallic idol, stood in the bridal room.
Yunyun knelt naked to bow before the ancestors, offered incense, and then, at her mother‑in‑law's order, presented her sex to the altar.
The mother‑in‑law guided the massive "ancestral root" a carved stone dildo, thicker than my own into Yunyun. At once, her body flushed; her whole frame trembled as she moaned, "Ah… so strong… I can't take it…"
She drowned in climax as the idol's vibrations carried through her pelvis into her chest, making her breasts shake as if kneaded by invisible hands.
Eventually the waves subsided. The dripping relic was removed and restored to the altar.
Relatives congratulated one another, and the men moved the altar away; the husband's‑side ceremony was complete.
By then, it was 1 p.m. Everyone could roam, have sex in other rooms, or rest until the evening banquet.
After two rounds in the car, my needs weren't urgent just hunger.
Snacks were laid out, but with so many relatives and guests, I went to tell the "big uncle" of the wedding that I'd grab a meal first.
"Yayi, wait let me introduce you." Zhang Yong waved me over to a familiar face: Wang Linsheng.
We shook hands; everything clicked. But why had Zhang Yong called him "influential"?
"Yong‑ge, got a minute? Let's eat and chat downstairs," Lin Sheng suggested.
To my surprise, Yong agreed readily, and the three of us lunched together. I only sketched the rough framework of my business idea not yet knowing Lin Sheng, and with no answer from the Miss.
Zhang Yong didn't say much it wasn't his field but Lin Sheng was sharp, asking pointed questions about the plan.
"Yayi‑ge, your idea's interesting. Today's packed with wedding stuff, but let's meet again to dig deeper. Let's swap contacts," he said.
While he went to the bathroom, I asked Zhang Yong quietly, "Who exactly is Lin Sheng? Really your subordinate?"
"For now. But not in the future," Zhang Yong hinted.
He wasn't one for riddles, so suddenly I connected the dots and carefully asked, "Your group's CEO is also surnamed Wang, right?"
He didn't answer, but his eyes said enough.
Zhang Yunyun's earlier words circled back, as did Lin Sheng's own remarks in the car.
I fell silent, fiddling with a cigarette pack until I noticed Zhang Yong's curious look and snapped back.
"When do we head to the banquet?"
With both families small, the banquet was just over a dozen tables at a local hotel, plus a dressing room and a lounge for relatives to relax and, of course, exchange fluids.
The lounge was a wreck: balloons everywhere, spilled drinks, everything overturned. Outside, bridesmaids peeked in, aghast.
"This guy started on the girls the second he walked in…"
"It's supposed to be break time; everyone's tired. Couldn't he wait until tonight?"
"Do you know him? Looks like the bride's side…"
Heels clacked on the floor: Yingzhi, a bit disheveled, came running in a white blouse and only black panties, long legs bare.
"What's going on?!" She saw inside and blanched, pushing through.
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