The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official

Chapter 12: Chapter 12 You are the Harem Master

In the pitch-black living room, only the faint light from a cell phone illuminated Zhao Jiaqi’s classically beautiful face.

Her body, although in its thirties, didn’t have an ounce of excess fat, and its smooth texture made Lin Fan’s breathing grow heavy. Adding to the moment, the phone call was still connected, and it was her husband on the other line—a taboo act that was a novel experience not only for Lin Fan but also for Zhao Jiaqi.

Lin Fan’s hands were no longer content with just savoring the softness of her peach-shaped buttocks. He laid Zhao Jiaqi’s body flat, parted her legs with his, and moved past her flat stomach, pushed aside the tangled undergrowth, and plunged into the long-absent muddy abyss. The thrill made Zhao Jiaqi tremble as if electrocuted, her hand involuntarily tightening in a firm grip, causing Lin Fan to shudder as well.

Thus, he flipped over again, looking at the girl-like beauty lying on the yoga mat, reached out with both hands, and grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants, ready to pull them down. Removing the last barrier meant she could no longer escape.

But Zhao Jiaqi fiercely clung to the waistband, her face reddening and expression pained as she shook her head. Her heart was pounding almost out of her throat, but she still struggled to keep her breath steady. The tension was almost too much to bear, and she didn’t dare think what would happen if her pants were removed.

"You said you were going in!"

As the tug-of-war neared its end with Zhao Jiaqi’s imminent capitulation, she suddenly struggled to sit up, glaring at Lin Fan with a grave expression, her words causing Lin Fan’s hand to stop, puzzled as he looked at her. noveldrama

"Fine, I understand... go ahead, I’ll take good care of your parents... If there’s a chance, I’ll come to see you... No need to say more... Even if we’ve long lost our feelings for each other, there are things I would still do!"

Zhao Jiaqi stood up, but almost fell due to a slippery floor. Fortunately, Lin Fan was there to support her. Zhao Jiayi, hanging up the phone, didn’t say another word and quickly ran back to her room, only to reappear shortly afterward dressed in a windbreaker and carrying a shoulder bag.

"Tell Jiayi I won’t be back for a while and not to look for me... and take good care of her, she’s a poor soul!"

Zhao Jiaqi wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then stepped into her sneakers and walked out the door, leaving Lin Fan stunned in the living room. Helplessly, he walked over to the sofa, took out a cigarette, and lit it. The Disciplinary Committee had been very strict lately. If the call had come just two minutes later, perhaps things wouldn’t have ended so coldly.

"You’re back, where’s Jiaqi?"

As the sound of keys turning in the door echoed, Chen Jiayi entered carrying midnight snacks. The refreshing moisture from a recent misting made her complexion glow even more—a reminder that men were a woman’s best natural beauty remedy.

"She just got a phone call and rushed out, told me to tell you she’d had an accident and wouldn’t be back for a while!"

Eyeing Chen Jiayi in her cheongsam, Lin Fan promptly approached her, accepted the neatly packed snacks, and encircled her slender waist. The fire Zhao Jiaqi had ignited in him had yet to be extinguished; he needed to vent it properly.

"What happened?"

Chen Jiayi looked at Lin Fan, puzzled. Upon hearing that her husband might be detained, she sighed, "Everyone thinks us official’s wives are fortunate, but once misfortune strikes, we become targets of public scorn. She’s probably hiding because she fears her husband’s enemies seeking revenge. After all, the revenge taken on women is a hundred times more brutal than on men."

"Don’t worry, I’m here, and I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe."

Lin Fan greedily breathed in the scent of Chen Jiayi’s perfume. His years in the bureaucracy had never been as exhilarating as these past few days, especially since he had taken advantage of the wives of the former mayor, the deputy mayor, and the bureau chief—a scenario he had never imagined.

"So, keep striving. The higher you climb, the better you can protect me. I don’t ask for any status; all I want is peace, not to be treated like a dog that every foul man can abuse."

Leaning against Lin Fan’s chest, Chen Jiayi was no longer her usually aloof self.

"Don’t worry, you’re the only one who gets to be my bitch!"

Lin Fan had spoken and, unable to wait any longer, he enveloped Chen Jiayi’s cherry lips, while his other hand lifted her cheongsam, reaching directly into that tender spot.

His skilled movements made Chen Jiayi melt under his assault instantly; she leaned powerlessly into his embrace. Instead of carrying Chu Jiayi back to her room, Lin Fan pushed open the door to Zhao Jiaqi’s room and threw her onto the bed covered in Zhao Jiaqi’s intimate clothing.

"Do all you men get off on this kind of perversion, doing it in another woman’s bed? Does it excite you more?"

Lying on the bed, Chen Jiayi teased him by adjusting her slightly messy hair, wearing a mischievous smile as she looked at Lin Fan.

"Do you like it or not?"

Lin Fan, flashing a naughty grin, pressed down on top of Chen Jiayi, his hands already impatiently reaching beneath the cheongsam to tear apart the black stockings, revealing the lace thong underneath.

"Naughty, I suspect you just want to get it on with Zhao Jiaqi. They don’t have any marital love left, and now her husband is locked up. Should I go get her to come back here and serve you?"

Chen Jiayi pouted, her tone surprisingly playful.

"So you really want me to sleep with other women, huh? Aren’t you afraid I’ll sleep with so many, I’ll forget about you?"

Lin Fan, grinning mischievously, grabbed Chen Jiayi’s ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed. The muddy tunnel aligned perfectly with his own train, ready and waiting for battle, on the brink of eruption.

"I don’t have a title or status to hold you down. I just hope when you make it big in the future, you may remember our old times and afford me a peaceful life."

Chen Jiayi looked at Lin Fan with a wistful expression, but in the next second, Lin Fan had twisted his torso forward, the train plunging into the muddy garden. The sudden feeling of fullness made her scream in agony. It was undeniable—Lin Fan’s exceptional talent in certain aspects was truly rare.

Seeing her exhilarated-yet-pained expression, Lin Fan finally leaned down proudly, gazing directly into her watery eyes, "Remember, no matter what the future holds, you are my woman. Even without a title, you will still rule my harem!"

"Does that mean I should kneel and thank you for your grace?"

Lin Fan’s gaze was earnest, warming the heart of the worldly Chen Jiayi.

"Then let’s show what ’Motherly Dignity’ truly means tonight!"

Looking at Chen Jiayi, upper body dignified and beautiful, lower body muddy and disheveled, Lin Fan’s Dantian Fire had already erupted uncontrollably, further fueled by Zhao Jiaqi’s enticing portraits on the wall, enhancing the sultry mood.

"Alright, then let me drain you completely!"

Rolling on top of Lin Fan, Chen Jiayi, biting her lower lip, wiggled her body hard, allowing the fiery peaks to continuously sway back and forth. At this moment, she was like riding a fierce horse, wave after wave of impacts sending her spirit soaring into the clouds, until she eventually collapsed powerlessly onto Lin Fan.

"I can’t take it anymore... You’re too much... Maybe I should really bring Zhao Jiaqi back!"