"Now, turn around and let me examine your hips!"
Since her heavy breasts couldn't produce milk on demand yet, Adrian decided not to waste any more effort on them for the moment. He gave her chest a final, firm pat before handing down his next instruction.
Qin Yumo felt like an item of livestock standing in an open market, having her mouth pried open and her teeth critically evaluated by a high-society buyer.
Yet, the second the terrifying weight of the 50-million-yuan contract crossed her mind, a wave of profound relief washed away her lingering pride. Although she had always recognized her exceptional beauty and physical allure, she was realistic enough to know that her odds of earning 50 million yuan in her entire white-collar lifetime were virtually zero. For the sake of that life-changing sum, enduring this humiliation was a trivial trade-off!
After all, a catastrophic 20-million-yuan debt judgment was waiting to destroy her, and Qin Yumo had zero desire to spend twenty years rotting in a state prison for financial fraud.
Forcing a bright, charming smile onto her face, she slowly turned her back to him, bending slightly to present her firm, rounded buttocks.
"A remarkably fine, athletic rear," Adrian noted, reaching out to firmly cup the plump flesh. "Do you maintain a strict conditioning routine?"
Comparing her form to Nan Xiang's, Qin Yumo's hips were slightly less voluminous, but the flesh possessed higher tone and elasticity. Nan Xiang's rear was full and round, yet lacked physical tightness—a natural consequence of minimal physical exercise. The classical ideal of a traditional beauty emphasized serene, low-impact grace; Nan Xiang's most strenuous activity was traditional dance, which paled in comparison to Qin Yumo's daily sessions in high-end fitness studios.
"This cow maintains a rigorous daily conditioning regimen, Master," Qin Yumo cooed, offering a sweet, ingratiating smile over her shoulder. "She can easily execute a hundred deep squats in a single set!"
As a mature, elite white-collar woman, daily fitness and body sculpting had been essential investments—assets engineered specifically to elevate her professional and personal image. In the past, she had envisioned leveraging her looks and figure to secure a high-society bachelor, rather than standing bare as a private piece of livestock being critically evaluated.
"Well now... aren't you quite the rare anatomical prize?" Adrian remarked softly as his fingers explored further, letting out a low hum of surprise.
Qin Yumo's cheeks flushed a deep, burning crimson. She had always been acutely aware that her labia majora were significantly fuller and more prominent than those of average women. In fact, she had spent years actively avoiding public bathhouses and communal saunas for fear of being subjected to strange, judgment-filled glares.
"Stick your hips up higher. Let me take a proper look," Adrian commanded, slapping her rear and causing the firm flesh to jiggle jiggle under the chandelier.
Qin Yumo obeyed without a second's hesitation, bending deep over the edge of the sofa, completely exposing her firm, elastic hips and her unusually lush, swollen private anatomy to his unfiltered gaze.
Adrian had only caught a brief, passing glimpse of her intimate structure when she pressed her body onto the contract earlier. Now that she was properly positioned, he was genuinely surprised to discover that her anatomy was entirely distinct from anything he had previously encountered in this world.
Her outer labia were exceptionally full, plump, and rounded—arching seamlessly toward her rear like a second, delicate set of cushions nestled between her thighs.
"What should I call this exquisite trait of yours?" Adrian asked curiously, his fingers casually parting the lush, warm flesh.
"A... a cow's enlarged labia, Master," Qin Yumo stammered through her intense blushing. She had secretly consulted specialized gynecologists in the past and knew that in clinical medical terms, her unique proportions were technically classified as a minor anatomical variation!
"In common slang, others refer to a tight mons as a 'steamed bun,'" Adrian chuckled, idly rolling the plump flesh between his thumb and forefinger. "But yours goes far beyond a simple bun—it's a giant, overflowing loaf!"
Back in the apocalyptic world, he had encountered classic, pristine variations; Saeko Busujima had possessed a flawless, hairless 'white tiger' structure that provided an exquisite, mind-melting friction upon penetration. Yet Qin Yumo's natural labia were easily two to three times fuller than Saeko's. 'If this woman ever dared to wear tight yoga pants in public, people would assume she was concealing a thick meat package in her crotch!'
As his hand gently manipulated the outer lips, slipping between his fingers, Adrian parted the folds further, only to discover that her inner channel was already glistening with a thick, clear pool of moisture.
"You truly are a natural-born piece of elite livestock," Adrian teased softly, inserting his middle finger into her warm, slick depth. "Look at how drenched you are already."
Qin Yumo was a mature, twenty-eight-year-old woman whose physiological responses were fully developed. Furthermore, she had been buried under suffocating financial terror for over two months, completely suppressing her personal intimate drive. Now, with a dominant man's large, warm hands exploring her most sensitive, guarded areas, her biology responded with explosive, instinctual force.
"Ah...! The cow is overflowing simply from being handled by her Master!" she gasped, her voice dropping into a breathless purr. "It's entirely... because Master's masculine charm is far too overwhelming!"
While she felt an intense, burning shame at having her deepest anatomical secret exposed and toyed with so casually, a genuine, undeniable surge of electric pleasure surged through her core. Her hips began to move involuntarily, rocking back against his touch as a thick, continuous stream of fluid seeped from her channel, thoroughly coating her plump outer lips.
"Incredible," Adrian murmured, feeling the heavy, warm slickness covering his hand.
He had previously assumed that such top-tier, hyper-responsive physical traits were merely exaggerated urban legends, never expecting to encounter a pristine, natural example in reality. Her lush, swollen labia were completely drenched; holding them felt like grasping soaked, velvety silk—simultaneously soft, elastic, and scorching hot.
"You shameless slut," Adrian whispered, giving the wet flesh a firm, teasing pinch. "It's fortunate you encountered me. Otherwise, with a body as naturally depraved as this, wouldn't you have eventually ended up as the absolute top courtesan in an underground syndicate?"
"Ahhh—! It is the supreme blessing of this cow's life to belong to her Master!" Qin Yumo let out a series of soft, melodious moans, her entire body turning limp against the cushions as if her bones had dissolved.
Once a person completely surrenders their pride and self-esteem, the barriers blocking their rawest, animalistic desires effortlessly crumble away. Streams of slick arousal continued to ooze from her core, overflowing in such abundance that it could easily fill a wine glass. And this was merely the result of casual, superficial play!
Feeling that his hand could no longer comfortably contain the wet, overflowing warmth of her flesh, Adrian pushed Qin Yumo flat against the polished surface of the mahogany table.
He unbuckled his leather belt, letting his thick, fully erect shaft spring free—sculpted, heavy, and throbbing with dark heat.
"Stand firm, cow. Your Master is going to give you a proper, deep internal cleaning!"
With one smooth, heavy thrust, his massive shaft was instantly swallowed whole by her warm, slick depth.
It was the absolute first time Adrian had ever encountered a physical structure capable of completely, seamlessly enclosing his massive circumference right from the very initial point of entry. Her unique, lush outer labia didn't yield or gap open; instead, they wrapped tightly around his shaft, clutching his girth firmly from the tip all the way down to the base.
'This woman,' Adrian thought with a dark, satisfied smile as he drove his hips forward, 'is truly a gift engineered by heaven for a dominant man.'
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