Chapter 21: I Thought Ms. Qin Liked Running Around Naked
"Half of the entertainment industry belongs to Luanhuang."
Back in the last century, before the fan economy and the entertainment industry had a complete profit chain like today, Shen Corporation's Luanhuang Entertainment had already taken shape.
It could almost be compared to Shaw Brothers at its peak. For a long time, Luanhuang Entertainment led a wave of silver-screen trends and smoothly navigated several shifts in the entertainment industry. Unlike Shaw Brothers, which declined, it only grew more and more prosperous.
If the Shen family hadn’t been destroyed over twenty years ago due to a "kidnapping case," causing Luanhuang to face total ruin, it wouldn't have needed Pei Corporation’s investment.
In recent years, there have been rumors that the orphaned survivor of the Shen family has returned to Licheng but has remained behind the scenes, refusing to show up. Even so, Luanhuang has released several influential movies and TV dramas. With Pei Corporation’s investment, its reputation and influence are slowly growing.
Qin Mo opened her phone’s email and looked through the video Cheng Xiao sent her.
"Movie King Wei Nan secretly spotted at an Aocheng casino, suspected of using his new movie to launder money."
The short video was blurry. From a few seconds of a woman's side profile and back view, it was barely possible to recognize her as the Movie Queen.
Such a flashy title had already made the video’s intention and the narrative it aimed to push crystal clear. Qin Mo watched it once, then closed the video, got out of bed, and went outside.
Veteran Movie King Wei Nan was one of Luanhuang’s "backbones." Money laundering has always been the focus of attacks. No matter why Wei Nan went to the casino, the people behind this were clearly trying to smear the rising Luanhuang. If they could drag Pei Corporation into it too, it would be killing two birds with one stone.
While thinking about this sudden PR crisis, Qin Mo squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush and started washing up, completely unaware that she was still naked.
Her alluring jade-like body still had traces of last night’s passion. A faint red plum blossom bloomed on her neck, marking the lingering intimacy.
However, as someone with a bit of a workaholic nature, Qin Mo's mind was entirely occupied with the PR case. Not only did she not realize she was undressed, but she also calmly finished washing up, opened the door, and walked into the living room.
Shen Jin was checking whether the custard buns steaming in the pot were ready to eat. Hearing the sound, she turned her head.
A completely naked and delicate figure suddenly appeared in sight. Her twin peaks stood proudly, their tips flushed a deep red, blooming against the cold whiteness like a single red petal in the snow—striking yet otherworldly.
Her gaze slid down the slim, firm waist to that triangular spot, wandering freely through the thick black curls. At that moment, Shen Jin remembered how her hand touched and had slipped through the soaked little forest last night.
Their rough, coarse hair had been pressed together from their wild lovemaking, sticking tightly to their lower bellies. The wetness between them had completely soaked the hair, making it smooth and soft to the touch.
Shen Jin remembered how her fingers played between the black curls, gently parting them as she combed through. Qin Mo’s hair, just like her, was adorable—always playfully brushing against Shen Jin’s fingers.
Their love juices overflowed but Qin Mo was especially so. After giving in completely to the pleasure of the flesh, the wetness in her tender slit seemed endless. Every time Shen Jin thrust into her, a few drops would happily spill out.
Her fingers were wrapped in the soft, slick flesh, completely soaked. When she reached for Qin Mo’s curls again, she only ended up spreading more of the juices onto the dark patch to nourish it.
Clear nectar kept flowing from the flower, soaking the soft curls. When Shen Jin rubbed them with her hand, a fine, silky lather appeared.
The soft sizzling sound was lewd. Shen Jin reached down with her thumb, pressing the raised pearl and rolling it.
"Aha~"
In her ears, it was as if Qin Mo’s soft moans echoed, followed by a rush of love juices spurting onto her own lower abdomen.
Even with just a few steps between them, simply looking at Qin Mo’s naked body was enough to make Shen Jin feel aroused.
She gulped, her eyes burning.
Only then did Qin Mo realize she was completely naked. Panic surged in her heart, and she instinctively tried to cover her private parts.
But the moment her fingertips touched the soreness of her lower abdomen and the two tender mounds on her chest, her whole body trembled.
Shen Jin’s gaze was simply too intense. It felt almost tangible like a warm, gentle hand slowly brushing over her body.
Unlike the lewd and almost voyeuristic stares of certain men she had encountered at social gatherings, Shen Jin’s eyes burned with pure heat, carrying not a trace of insult.
Her passionate tenderness was just like when she pleased Qin Mo in bed—gentle, considerate, never rough. It was a touch that cherished her.
Qin Mo’s body suddenly felt a little hot.
The hand-like gaze seemed to be kneading her breasts. Qin Mo could clearly feel her covered tips slowly hardening, burning with heat.
That hand seemed to be gently rubbing the soft flesh, playing with her breasts over and over, lovingly pinching her sensitive peaks before gliding downward to squeeze the supple curves of her hips.
Under Shen Jin’s intense gaze, Qin Mo’s memories once again merged with last night.
Their passionate, unrestrained lovemaking had been more intense than any intimacy she had ever experienced before.
That hand-like gaze seemed to slip between her legs, teasing her sensitive nub, slowly moving back and forth.
Fingertips brushed along the flower’s seam, trailing down to the crease between her cheeks before returning, then slipping into the warm little hole...
Qin Mo shamefully realized that just from Shen Jin’s gaze alone, her heart was already fluttering—and she was already slightly wet.
Suddenly, her body lifted into the air as Shen Jin scooped her up in her arms.
“Ah?”
Caught off guard, Qin Mo instinctively wrapped her arms around Shen Jin’s neck. When she realized what she had just done, her face flushed red with embarrassment.
Oh god, she was completely naked and being princess-carried by a mistress!
Especially after having such lewd thoughts just moments ago—Qin Mo couldn’t help but scold herself for being shameless. She struggled to get down.
“Shen Jin, I-I can walk by myself…”
The warm little kitten wriggled in her arms, truly testing Shen Jin’s self-control.
“Be good~ Don’t move.”
Shen Jin suppressed the urge to fuck Qin Mo again to ease the heat in her body. Turning around, she strode into the bedroom in two steps and placed her on the bed.
Qin Mo felt very ashamed of herself. Even if the other person was her kept woman, and even if her skills were undeniably good, she still—she still couldn’t be fantasizing about her like this, could she?
Feeling guilty, she hurriedly pulled the blanket over herself. Just as she was thinking of a way to break the awkwardness, she suddenly saw Shen Jin starting to undress!
She was only wearing a robe—with nothing underneath!
All it took was untying the belt and slipping off the robe, and she would be completely naked!
“Hey, hey!” Qin Mo’s face turned red as she hurriedly stopped her. “Shen Jin, w-what are you doing?”
Thinking the other woman wanted to roll in the sheets again, Qin Mo quickly called a halt. “I have to go to the office later—I need to work overtime!”
“Overtime?”
Shen Jin paused, then blinked innocently at Qin Mo.
“I thought Ms. Qin wasn’t wearing clothes because you liked running around naked at home, so I was going to undress and keep you company.”
“Uh… haha.”
Qin Mo let out an awkward laugh, thinking to herself: As expected of a professional mistress—not only was she bold and skilled, but she was also very “considerate.”
Really, if there were training schools for this kind of profession, Qin Mo would definitely give a five-star review.
“I… ahem.” Qin Mo cleared her throat, trying to sound serious and professional. “I need to go to the office.”
The unspoken message was that she no longer required any *services.* She glanced at the wardrobe, doing her best to hide her awkwardness.
“Could you… grab me some clothes? The third set from the right.”
“Of course, Ms. Qin.”
Shen Jin was indeed a dutiful kept woman. While turning to get the clothes, she smoothly shrugged off her robe.
Qin Mo: "..."
Seeing Shen Jin standing there completely naked—whether it was her breasts or the neatly groomed triangle below—it was as if she were putting herself on display for inspection. Qin Mo blushed and quickly averted her gaze.
For some reason, she suddenly recalled a past scandal she had handled: a successful businessman keeping a young bikini model as his mistress abroad.
Back then, Qin Mo had thought that such self-righteous men were not only oblivious to their wives' beauty but were also just creatures ruled by lust, thinking entirely with their lower bodies.
But now… Qin Mo secretly glanced at Shen Jin’s naked body again.
Men's self-control was unreliable, but mistresses probably did everything they could to seduce—just like Shen Jin?
With nothing underneath her robe, even Qin Mo, as a woman, felt tempted. Let alone a man already thinking of cheating?
Her thoughts drifted further and further. Unconsciously, Qin Mo thought of her own marriage again—of the mistress her ex-husband had cheated with.
Big breasts, a slim waist, and round hips—her figure was indeed great.
A mix of emotions welled up inside her. Qin Mo lowered her head and looked at her own body. She often attended body-shaping classes for work, but…
Even at home, when facing a husband who was supposed to be intimate with her, Qin Mo would instinctively choose more conservative clothing and wear home underwear to avoid being too exposed.
Zhang Minsheng had once tried to touch Qin Mo during the day, but his hand was blocked by a layer of underwear, and his interest immediately waned.
"You are a woman. It's fine to be reserved outside, but what's with you at home?"
A lady in public and a slut in bed—this was probably what many husbands wished their wives to be.
But this made Qin Mo very uncomfortable. She did not like being treated as a "slut" by her husband, even if it was just a form of intimacy.
Qin Mo sighed and wrapped herself more tightly in the blanket. Just as she was about to look up to see if Shen Jin had found her clothes, she was suddenly kissed.
At some point, Shen Jin had leaned in, tilting her head to place a kiss on Qin Mo’s cheek.
"Ms. Qin is truly sexy," Shen Jin's voice was low and alluring. "With clothes on, and without them too."
Such unrestrained praise made Qin Mo freeze for a moment before she silently questioned herself: Am I sexy?
Women in public relations already had enough trouble with tasteless, uncultured men having inappropriate thoughts about them. Qin Mo had maintained her professional, abstinent image precisely to avoid being fantasized about.
And now, someone actually found her restraint… sexy?