Chapter 65 The Temptation of Luk Yee
Luk Yee tried to focus on Ming-tsu's face while he made his overtures to
her, but he soon found that that was not so easy to do. Ming-tsu's
beautifully-furnished rooms were perfumed with rich intoxicating scents that
called to mind the legendary pleasure dome of Xanadu. A brightly polished
hardwood floor, partly covered by a pair of magnificent Persian carpets,
vibrantly-colored wall-hangings, and exquisite curios of porcelain, crystal, and
jade all clamored for his attention.
But the lithe, sensual body of the ebony-haired beauty who had sunk
luxuriously into a large, over-stuffed chair was the cynosure which attracted
Luk Yee's appreciative gaze and held it fast. Ming-tsu had curled herself into
an artfully erotic pose with her legs tucked beneath her. As if guided by the
hand of a mischievous, lustful demigod, her dark green robe had fallen away from
her bare legs.
It occurred to Luk Yee that Ming-tsu was dressed much as he had pictured
her in the erotic daydream he had had after their last fleeting encounter
{Chapter 43}. Clad in a brief but clinging black shift, she was lounging lazily
in a chair rather than on the bed of his imagination. But she wore the same
seductive, half-pouting expression and displayed the same golden thighs and
eye-catching cleavage that he had envisioned in his amorous reverie a couple of
nights earlier, after he had informed her that Li Chang had left the city.
"Ming-tsu," Luk began nervously, as he inhaled the faint but unmistakable
tart, sweet scent of orange blossom which enveloped her, "I must contact Li
Chang on a matter of great importance. Have you heard from him? I do not know
how to reach him."
Ming-tsu slid one bare leg against the other in a movement so subtle that
Luk Yee could hardly think it intentional, and yet so provocative that her
guest's eyes were drawn to her silky, golden thighs as if by some unseen
magnetic force. Ming-tsu smiled enigmatically as Luk Yee's eyes drifted
downward until he caught himself and jerked his gaze upward from her shapely
thigh-flesh and met her enticing brown eyes with his own.
"No, Luk Yee. I have not heard from him since you told me he had left the
city a few nights ago." And she would not hear from her former lover ever
again, she thought to herself, now that his body was anchored to the harbor
floor. "You seem very anxious this morning. Is there anything wrong?"
Ming-tsu leaned a little closer to Luk Yee in feigned concern. The
movement caused the emerald fabric of the robe to open into a wider V.
Luk Yee licked at his dry lips, trying desperately to keep his eyes trained
on Ming-tsu's lovely face. But not glancing surreptitiously at the
freshly-oiled, semi-nude orbs of flesh that were partly revealed by her
bewitching decolletage was as difficult as ignoring the brilliantly-colored
skyrockets that lit up the Shanghai sky on a New Years' night.
"Please forgive my appearance. I - I slept in the streets last night."
"In the streets?" Ming-tsu purred. "Curious lodgings for a proud new
bridegroom." She raised an elegant eyebrow questioningly. "Have you and your
wife had a falling out?"
"No, no, it is not what you think," Luk blushed furiously. Although
Ming-tsu was only a year or two older than himself, she seemed possessed of a
worldly experience that dwarfed his own. Like most young men of his age Luk Yee
had made a few trips to brothels before his marriage. There, his experiences,
while satisfying in a strictly physical sense, had been somewhat unfulfilling.
Since he was a man of very modest means, his sexual partners at the brothels
had been neither particularly attractive, nor had they taken much interest in
maximizing his pleasure. Then, when he had married, his beautiful wife, for
reasons he had yet to understand, had kept him at arm's length. He did not
consider himself a man of an excessively carnal nature, but there was no
question that his enforced celibacy, especially given the many hours each day
that he spent with his attractive young bride, had raised his level of sexual
tension, of sexual need, to a fever pitch. Even in his fatigue he could feel his
manhood reacting to Ming-tsu's provocative presence.
A few months earlier Luk Yee had listened spellbound one evening while Li
Chang had told him over drinks that it was not uncommon for he and Ming-tsu to
make love long into the night, and occasionally until dawn. Li Chang had made
this observation, not in a bragging or gloating manner, but with a
matter-of-fact air of wonder that such a ravishingly desirable creature as
Ming-tsu had chosen an ordinary man such as himself as the principal instrument
of her sexual pleasure. Li Chang did little more than hint at the specific
details of their embraces, but Luk Yee was left with the definite impression
that Ming-tsu's enthusiasm and artistry neglected no conceivable pleasures of
the flesh.
Luk had recently finished a course in western music at the university and
he had come away from that memorable conversation with his friend with the fancy
that Ming-tsu might be compared to a sexual musician who could play every
instrument in the orchestra with equal virtuosity. That she could stroke a man
with the delicacy of a harpist, or the vigor of a virtuoso violinist. That she
could use her mouth with either the light touch of a flautist or the more
energetic zeal of a trumpeter. That her exquisite body was equally capable of
vibrating like a reed in a gentle breeze, or pulsing with the rhythmic, pounding
passion of a tympanum in the service of a master drummer.
The sultry object of his musical musings was sitting with her weight on her
right hip, her shapely legs curled under her, seemingly oblivious to the fact
that her dark robe had fallen away from them. Once again she slid her left
thigh gently against her right, in a gesture so subtle that a geometer might
have had a hard time proving that she had moved at all, but so alluring that it
attracted Luk's eye like a shooting star on a clear summer night.
Blushing again, Luk Yee forced himself to jerk his appreciative glance from
Ming-tsu's golden thighs. When his eyes met hers he found mischief there. Her
lips were curled into a sensual smile that seemed to say, 'I have seduced men
whose experience is to yours as the Emperor's is to his shoemaker. Do you
imagine that you can resist my charms when they could not?' Knowing nothing of
the Night of the Forty Lashes, Luk Yee wondered if Li Chang was fully aware of
the effect Ming-tsu's seductive witchcraft had on other men.
As Luk Yee attempted to re-focus his attention on the purpose of his
visit, he considered how much he should tell Ming-tsu. Although he knew that Li
Chang loved and admired her, he also knew that Li Chang had kept his true
identity and purpose from her. As far as she knew, Li Chang was a Scorpion
district leader, nothing more. Luk Yee decided that it would be unwise for him
to tell Ming-tsu more about Li Chang than his friend had volunteered.
Furthermore, it was only proper that he should consider her safety, too. If the
Scorpions had come looking for him, because of his relationship with Li Chang,
surely there was a good chance that they would be seeking her out, too. He
decided to err on the side of caution, and to tell her as little as possible.
After taking another deep breath he began. "I spent the night in the streets
because my wife is missing; I have been up all night searching for her."
"Oh! How terrible! You must be exhausted. Please, let me make some tea."
Ming-tsu uncurled herself from the chair with a sensual grace that made Luk Yee
lick his dry lips. Then, while Ming-tsu busied herself boiling water on a small
fire, Luk Yee briefly explained that he was hopeful that she could help him find
Wen-chi. He did not tell her the true reasons for his desire to contact Wen-chi
-- that if anyone could help him secure the release of his wife and continue the
struggle with the Scorpions, it was the wise old man who had been more than a
father to Li Chang.
"Ah, yes," Ming-tsu whispered as she poured the boiling water over the
aromatic tea leaves she had deposited in a beautiful teapot made of white kaolin
porcelain. "Li Chang always spoke most highly of him." As soon as the words
were out of her mouth she realized her error, but proceeded to put the teapot
and a cup on a tray and carried it over to the table and set them down next to
the gilt letter-opener.
Luk Yee looked up at her sharply when she spoke of Li Chang in the past
tense. Nervously, Ming-tsu murmured, "I mean that when he spoke of Wen-chi, he
always did so with the greatest of respect."
Accepting her explanation graciously, Luk Yee spoke with evident admiration
and reverence for the wisdom of Wen-chi, while the tea brewed.
When the tea was ready, Ming-tsu poured a cup and presented it to Luk Yee,
bowing respectfully to her guest as she did so. But it was not respect that she
wished to convey with her bow -- it was the stunning sensuality of her body.
With her eyes cast downward, in the ancient posture that reflected an Asian
woman's traditional deference to men, Ming-tsu held her pose for a long moment,
drawing Luk Yee's tired eyes inexorably upward from the shredded leaves that
floated on the surface of his teacup, until they fastened on the deep V of her
open robe. Luk's hands trembled slightly as he drank in the beauty of her
close-set breasts, nude almost to the nipples, in the scandalously low-cut black
chemise.
Despite his resolve not to do so, and despite his affection and very real
concern for his wife, Luk Yee could not tear his eyes from the banquet of
breast-fruits that hovered before him. Ming-tsu was near enough to him that he
could make out the barely perceptible network of faint bluish veins, muted by
the amber-gold skin-tones which gave her treasures their honeyed glow. Luk
reached out to take the teacup from Ming-tsu with a trembling hand; when his
hand touched hers, an electric current seemed to pass between them, an
electricity that seemed to cause Ming-tsu's ripe nipples to swell with desire.
Her erect breast-nuggets pressed proudly against the filmy black silk which
concealed them but did nothing to disguise their bold and shameless arousal.
Ming-tsu looked up then, her dark brown eyes catching him in the act of
visually ravishing her charms. Luk Yee, his throat dry, licked at his lips
again as he tore his lust-hungry eyes from the gleaming curves of her
proud-nippled pleasure-globes and returned her gaze. He felt as awkward and
inexperienced as he had on his first trip to a brothel.
Ming-tsu smiled a courtesan's smile, her alluring, crimson-daubed lips
parted slightly, framing her sparkling white teeth. A schoolgirl could have
sensed that Luk Yee's hunger for her was palpable; for an accomplished
seductress like herself it was only a question of turning Luk's infatuation to
her own purposes. She scrutinized him carefully. He was young and slender, but
possessed, no doubt, of a wiry strength. Not bad looking at all, really, if one
overlooked his rather gauche naivete. This would be a seduction, Ming-tsu
imagined, that would be as enjoyable as it was productive of result. For
surely, if she could entrap Li's chief lieutenant, the confusion about the
pearls would be forgiven...
"Please," Ming-tsu whispered in a husky voice to Luk Yee, gracefully
sliding sideways in such a way that her emerald nightgown, as if in response to
an unspoken command, once again fell away from her tawny thighs. "You look
exhausted. Why don't you stay here until you recover your strength?" Her hand
reached out to touch his forearm and Luk Yee almost shivered at the lightness of
her touch. How would those soft, warm hands feel, he wondered, on his bare back
if he ... as he ...
"There is plenty of room with Li away," Ming-tsu finished her sentence
with a kittenish moue that was one part hospitality and nine parts seduction.
The invitation in Ming-tsu's voice was unmistakable. Her manner left
little doubt in Luk Yee's mind that if he were to recline in Li Chang's bed to
recover his strength, Li Chang's lover would be only too happy to join him,
should he so choose. And Li Chang was far away, in Taipei. Who would ever
know?
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While Ming-tsu stepped gracefully away to pour a cup of tea for herself,
Luk Yee's felt his testicles pulse with desire and his manly young cock stiffen
with lust as he imagined himself pressing his reclining body against hers,
kissing her moist lips deeply as their bodies entwined themselves in a long,
slow, languorous dance of passion. After that first embrace, she would undress
him with a courtesan's practiced skill, admiring his trim and healthy young body
with her hungry brown eyes, before slipping gracefully out of her own flimsy
garments which had played such a useful role in his seduction. Then she would
return to his arms, her scented body nude and pulsing with desire.
Luk pictured himself worshiping Ming-tsu's surging, proud-nippled breasts
with his lips and tongue and teeth, anointing every inch of her delectable
pleasure-globes with ardent kisses, tongueing her bronze breast-buds until they
were as rigid with desire as his throbbing organ. He would mouth her delicious
love-pellets, encouraged by her soft moans of passion, seizing them between his
his lips, and then gently nipping at the thrusting pebbles with his teeth, while
her warm body writhed beneath him in shameless ecstasy.
He would linger on Ming-tsu's mouthwatering love mounds for some time
before turning his attentions southward, licking his way leisurely down her
golden belly until his face was buried between her soft, warm, orange-scented
thighs; he would savor the rich, womanly taste and smell of her, teasing her
with his mouth as she squirmed with desire. Then he would slowly mount her
luscious body, easing his rock-hard maleness into the hot, moist gash between
her eager thighs, and make love to her with long, strong strokes while her soft
hands gripped his hips and guided him deeper and deeper into the velvety
recesses of her quivering womanhood.
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His hand shaking with desire, Luk drained his cup of tea at a draught, so
swept up by his imagination that he hardly noticed the near-scalding heat of the
pale green liquid.
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After a few minutes of such exquisitely pleasurable lunges she would roll
over on top of him and and she would ride his ready-to-burst cock with a
tantalizing variety of feminine gyrations, each shudderingly exciting, but no
two precisely alike. His eager hands would once again caress her warm breasts
while he thrust upward with the insatiable energy of youth until the nude,
dark-haired love-goddess climaxed with a series of shuddering convulsions and
fell on top of him, her perspiration-covered breasts damp and hot against his
pounding chest.
Only after he had satisfied her thoroughly, would he dare to roll her body,
glistening with the damp glow of a lover's labors, over on to her stomach so
that he might act out his final fantasy, one that he had forever been too shy to
suggest to the bored prostitutes he had frequented. But Ming-tsu, he felt
certain, would be no stranger to the less-traveled byways of male desire.
As Ming-tsu took his empty cup and poured him a second cup of tea, Luk
envisioned her shapely golden body arched face-downward on the bed, her middle
bent over a pair of oversized Persian cushions that he had appropriated, her
luscious heart-shaped bottom high in the air. He would kiss every curved inch of
her nether ovals, teasing her flesh until she was quivering with anticipation.
Then, when the muscles of her rounded bottom-cheeks were fluttering with
desire, he would spank them, gently at first. Ming-tsu would gasp with
pain-pleasure at his blows, with pleasure soon winning the erotic duel. She
would beg him to smack her harder, and he would willingly comply, using the palm
of his strong hand to give her luscious hindquarters a rosy glow. Only then,
when were delicious buttocks were rosy and wriggling, would he take his position
behind her, spreading her supple buttock cheeks apart, slowly exposing her
secret rosette, while she rolled her rounded hips enticingly, beseeching him to
master her. He would wait until she begged him breathlessly to continue, and
then he would gradually ease his virile young body forward, inserting his
throbbing phallus into her tight little muscular ring, and then slowly
increasing the speed and depths of his manly plunges, while Ming-tsu writhed in
buttock-clenching splendor beneath him. Harder, faster, deeper he would lunge,
until she was crying out softly in passionate pleasure-pain, as his swollen
testicles slapped against her rounded asscheeks...
Luk Yee pictured himself thrusting his fleshy cudgel into Ming-tsu's tiny
rectal canal until he was overtaken by a sexual ecstasy that forced his
throbbing cock to propel jet after jet of hot male sperm deep into her rear
passage. And then, he mused, he would extract his half-depleted organ from
Ming-tsu's well-ravished bottom and offer it to her. At which point Ming-tsu's
scarlet lips and wet pink tongue would polish his semen-dripping, semi-tumescent
organ to a state of saliva-clean readiness. And then the entire wondrous cycle
of erotic pleasure could begin again...
Such were the delights that could surely be his, if only ...
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"Luk Yee, what are you thinking about?" Ming-tsu interrupted his rapturous
reverie with her seductive voice, as she poured him a second cup of tea. "You
look like you are thousand miles away."
"A-a-actually," Luk stammered in embarrassment, as his eyes darted around
the room. "I was thinking about your pillows."
"My what?" she smiled, letting her eyes drop seductively to her gorgeous,
semi-nude breasts."
"N-no," Luk mumbled, blushing furiously, "the - the harem pillows - in the
corner."
The dark-eyed courtesan glanced over at the stack of pillows that had
played their part in Luk's erotic daydream. She felt the muscles in her buttocks
tense with pleasure as she recalled the ways in which she and her lover, Li
Chang, had put them to use. Luk Yee, judging from his blushing awkwardness, was
ripe for seduction.
The sweet, secret place between her thighs tingling with desire, Ming-tsu
repeated, "Luk, you must be exhausted. You have the look of a man who is
walking in his sleep." Ming-tsu had not been overly surprised by Luk's long
silence. She had grown quite accustomed to this effect that she often had on
men. Even so experienced a lover as George Chan occasionally lost himself in
erotic fantasies in her presence. His reveries, unfortunately, usually led to
rather more painful denouements than those of her other lovers.
Luk Yee, embarrassed by the nature of his musings, tried to collect his
thoughts. His desire for Ming-tsu was palpable, his arousal almost painful,
and yet he could not bring himself to betray his wife and friend. In addition
it was not totally beyond the realm of possibility that in his state of nervous
exhaustion he had mistaken her meaning. Ming-tsu had cleverly framed her
seduction in such a way that if Luk Yee were to rebuke her for being disloyal to
Li Chang, she could easily plead that her words had been misinterpreted.
Scolding himself for his lustful thoughts, Luk Yee was at a loss as to
where to look. Ming-tsu stood in front of him now, sipping at her own cup of
aromatic green tea. If he looked straight ahead his gaze would be met by the
golden thighs that peeked out boldly from the opening in her emerald nightgown.
If he looked up to meet her gaze, her half-naked breasts would interrupt his
field of vision.
Not knowing what else to do, the young student looked downward nervously,
as he sought desperately to change the subject. Seeing the still-full teacup in
his hand, he haltingly continued. "These cups are beautiful, are they not? Liu
hand-painted a wedding set for my wife and me that is very much like these cups
that she painted for Li Chang."
The words were hardly out of Luk's mouth when he heard the crash of china
on the polished wooden floor of the room.
"Oh, no," cried Ming-tsu mournfully. "I have broken it." She stepped
quickly across the room to find a rag to mop up the spilled tea and came back
and fell to her knees to clean up the mess. Luk Yee bent down to assist her,
and busied himself picking up the larger shards of porcelain. while Ming-tsu
swabbed at the floor. Although it was not his intention, Luk Yee was rewarded
for his helpfulness by an even more delicious vista of Ming-tsu's nearly
unencumbered breasts as they did sensuous battle with the wisp of silk that
strained to contain their pendulous fullness.
Luk Yee fought manfully to restrain his eager hands from reaching out and
slipping inside the whisper-thin black silk that failed so miserably at
shielding Ming-tsu's opulent amber-gold breasts from his gaze. He was close
enough to see a vein pulsing nervously in her left breast. Strangely, Ming-tsu
did not look up to meet his gaze. Rather she continued mopping at the floor as
if she were obsessed.
When he had picked up the last piece of broken china, he whispered,
"Ming-tsu, the floor is dry." But the beautiful courtesan seemed not to hear
him. She went on scrubbing the floor as if she were mesmerized, the
back-and-forth action of her arms causing her nearly nude breasts to move gently
to and fro in the low-cut silken chemise.
When still she did not speak, but continued to swab compulsively at the
now-spotless floor, Luk Yee decided that if he watched those bewitching,
bobbling breasts for another minute he would be enslaved forever. Luk stood up
warily and glanced down at the kneeling courtesan, her lovely almond-shaped
eyes glazed with a mysterious light. Softly, Luk Yee made his apologies, and
started for the door, puzzled by whatever strange passion had overtaken this
mysterious and beautiful woman.
How was he to know that when he had mentioned Liu's name, the beautiful
face of Wen-chi's grand-daughter, her long tresses matted with the water and
seaweed of Shanghai Bay, had stared up sadly at Ming-tsu from the steaming
translucence of the teacup? The sight had caused Ming-tsu to drop the cup.
Then, when she had fallen to the floor to clean the spill, Liu's image, her soft
brown eyes filled with reproach, had been reflected in the gleaming hardwood
floor.
When Luk Yee softly closed the door behind him, Ming-tsu was still on her
knees, trying to efface the ghostly phantom that only she could see.
