After being bought by seven rough men and taken to the deep mountains, I was pampered.

Chapter 159 Lazy Sofa! The magistrate's wife is sprawled out like a rag doll, and the fourth so

"ah--!!!"

With a piercing scream, a figure dressed in an official robe shot out from the huge black pipe opening.

"Thump."

Magistrate Fang landed heavily on a pile of thick sponge cushions, like a jujube pit that had been spat out. His official hat, which had long since disappeared, was gone, and now his hair was disheveled, his clothes were in disarray, and he looked like a refugee who had just escaped from the Spider Cave.

"vomit……"

The intense dizziness made him lie on the mat and dry heave for a long time.

"This...this is the 'spiral slide'?" Magistrate Fang, supporting his aching back, shakily got to his feet, his face streaked with tears and snot. "This Qin family...they're trying to torture people to death!"

He swore he would never believe those twins' nonsense again! What "silky smooth downstairs experience"? That was clearly like being stuffed into his intestines and rolled around!

Magistrate Fang wiped his face, intending to find a place to sit down and calm himself down, but when he looked up, he was stunned.

This isn't the snowy, icy street outside.

This is the "VIP Immersive Experience Hall" on the first floor of Genting Apartments.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows keep out the wind and snow, and the interior is heated by full underfloor heating, making it so warm that you want to take off your clothes.

A languid, sweet incense scent filled the air—Qin An's specially blended calming fragrance, so potent that just one whiff could make your bones melt.

What shocked Magistrate Fang the most was the scene inside the hall.

There are no chairs.

There are no stools.

There wasn't even a decent couch.

The floor was covered with a three-inch-thick long-haired wool carpet, which felt like walking on clouds. Scattered on the carpet were dozens of oddly shaped, round, and soft giant cloth bags.

The cloth bags were colorful, some resembling giant steamed buns, others like large sachets.

And inside one of the purplish-red cloth bags, there was a lump of... meat?

Magistrate Fang rubbed his eyes and leaned closer to take a look.

"Madam...?"

"No wonder Madam has been going out so much these past few months to maintain her health..."

Everything seemed to be connected!

He felt a flood of past memories pounding through his mind, but the woman before him...

The magistrate's wife, Liu, who was usually dignified and never showed her teeth when she smiled, was now lying slumped in the purplish-red cloth bag without any regard for her image.

She was completely captivated.

The cloth bag seemed to have a life of its own, changing shape according to her body shape, tightly wrapping and swallowing her voluptuous body.

Her limbs were outstretched, a hot towel covered her face, and she held a glass of deep red wine in her hand, emitting soft moans of extreme pleasure.

"Hmm...don't make a sound..."

Upon hearing the sound, Liu lazily lifted a corner of the towel, revealing a dazed eye:

"You rascal? What took you so long?"

"Quick...quick, lie down...this 'lazy beanbag'...it's practically a nest made by the gods..."

"What kind of behavior is this! What kind of behavior is this?!" Magistrate Fang was so angry that his beard trembled. "Your wife is a Lady of Imperial Decree! How can you lie on the ground like a lump of mud in front of everyone?!"

"mud?"

Liu chuckled, wriggling inside the beanbag. The soft, sagging thing immediately slid down her curves, enveloping her even more tightly.

"What's wrong with being made of mud?"

"The Qin family said that being a person is too tiring, it's more comfortable to be a useless person."

"If you don't want to lie down, then get out of the way and don't block my view of the show."

"Watch a play?" Magistrate Fang was taken aback.

He followed Liu's languid gaze and looked towards the deepest part of the hall.

There was a private area separated by a screen.

The terrain was slightly elevated by two steps, and a more luxurious white fox fur carpet was laid out.

In the center of the carpet stood a huge, off-white beanbag chair, large enough to accommodate two or three people.

The sofa was filled with something, and it looked incredibly fluffy and soft, like a cloud plucked from the sky.

And trapped inside that "cloud" are two people.

Qin Yue, the fourth son of the Qin family.

And then there's Madam Qin, Su Wan, who just experienced a terrifying ordeal from a great height.

Su Wan had already taken off her heavy fox fur coat and was only wearing a thin primrose-colored gauze shirt.

She seemed utterly exhausted, sinking into the enormous sofa as if she had no bones at all.

That sofa was so soft.

So soft that when she lay down, most of her body was buried in the velvet, with only a section of her snow-white neck and her bare, folded feet showing.

Qin Yue, however, was not lying down.

He sat cross-legged on the very edge of the sofa, using his body as part of the "backrest".

Su Wan's head rested naturally and intimately on his thigh, which was clad in expensive brocade.

This scene is languid and decadent, exuding a sense of decadence that makes one blush and their heart race.

"Fourth Brother... I don't want to move..."

Su Wan's voice was soft and gentle, like a piece of candy that wouldn't melt. She closed her eyes and found a more comfortable position:

"This sofa...it looks like it's going to eat you up..."

"As soon as I lay down... all my strength was drained."

Qin Yue held a bunch of dark purple grapes from the Western Regions in his hand.

He looked down at the woman who was resting her head on his lap.

From this angle, he could clearly see her trembling eyelashes, her pert nose, and her slightly parted red lips, which were dry from thirst.

"Cannibalism?"

Qin Yue chuckled softly, his voice carrying a nonchalant magnetism.

He stretched out a hand and slowly peeled the skin off a grape.

Purple juice flowed down his long, slender, and fair fingers, staining his fingertips red, making him look both alluring and erotic.

"This sofa is filled with the softest down from thousands of white geese, and the outer skin is made of velvet from the Western Regions."

"Of course it will eat people."

Qin Yue held the peeled, translucent fruit between his fingertips, but instead of feeding it directly, he gently rubbed it on Su Wan's lips.

The cool flesh of the fruit touched the warm lips.

"Well……"

Su Wan subconsciously opened her mouth, wanting to hold that bit of coolness.

But Qin Yue mischievously pulled his hand back.

"Wan'er."

His fingers, sticky with grape juice, pressed against her soft, round lips, leaving a moist, purple mark.

"It eats your body."

"Let Wan'er get trapped and unable to get out."

"And me..."

"What I want to eat... is somewhere else."

Su Wan was forced to take a small bite of the grape.

That instant.

Qin Yue's body stiffened abruptly.

Su Wan immediately sensed the change.

"Hmm!"

"Don't vomit."

Qin Yue's voice instantly became hoarse, and his usually smiling eyes now held a chilling undercurrent:

"It's leaking out."

"Don't waste it."

Qin Yue's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Those eyes, however, remained fixed on Su Wan, who was lying on his lap, like a fox savoring its prey.

"sweet."

Qin Yue licked his lips and gave his evaluation:

"These grapes... they've become even sweeter after absorbing Wan'er's flavor."

"You...you have no shame!"

Su Wan blushed and tried to climb off his lap.

But the huge beanbag chair beneath me was like a gentle swamp.

The more she struggled, the deeper she sank, and the bigger the pit became.

"what……"

She struggled a few times, but instead of getting up, she slid down and buried herself deep in the sofa from the waist down, with only her upper body still hanging on Qin Yue's legs.

This pose...

It's even more dangerous now.

Qin Yue took a deep breath, reached out and pressed down on her shoulder to stop her from moving around.

"Don't move."

"This sofa is too soft; there's no point of support."

"If Wan'er moves again..."

He leaned down, his entire body looming over her, trapping her completely between himself and the sofa:

Su Wan froze instantly.

She could tell that Qin Yue wasn't joking.

That dangerous aura had already enveloped her entire body.

"good."

Qin Yue smiled with satisfaction and picked up another grape:

"It seems one isn't enough."

"Wan'er needs to eat some more."

"The last one was sweet, but this one..."

He peeled the grape skins, and the juice splashed onto Su Wan's fair collarbone, like a blooming plum blossom:

"This one might be sour."

"If Wan'er doesn't try it... how will she know if I'm lying to her?"

"I'm not eating anymore..." Su Wan turned her head away, trying to dodge, but Qin Yue grabbed her chin.

"You must eat it."

Qin Yue's voice was both domineering and gentle:

"The skin I peeled, the skin on my hands."

"Wan'er won't eat..."

"Then I'll have to... feed you with my mouth."

As he spoke, he actually put the grape in his mouth and pretended to lean down and kiss it.

"I'll eat! I'll eat!" Su Wan exclaimed in fright, quickly opening her mouth.

Qin Yue smiled triumphantly and fed her the grape.

"Good girl."

He patted Su Wan's cheek, a gesture as if he were teasing a domesticated kitten:

"This beanbag chair...it can make you lazy."

"It can also make people...behave."

"Wan'er is lying right here."

"I can afford to support you if you lie down for the rest of your life."

……

In a corner not far away.

Magistrate Fang's mouth went dry as he watched, and the half-cold steamed bun in his hand had already been crushed into crumbs.

"This...this is utter debauchery! This is utter depravity!"

Magistrate Fang cursed, but his actions betrayed his words.

He looked at his wife, who seemed to be in heaven with bliss, and then at Master Qin and his wife, who looked like a "divine couple" (although it was a bit improper).

A strong, irrepressible surge of jealousy and longing welled up from the bottom of my heart.

"This tattered bag... is it really that comfortable?"

Magistrate Fang swallowed hard and glanced around furtively.

Nobody paid any attention to him.

Everyone's attention was focused on the couple who were "feeding grapes".

Magistrate Fang carefully walked to the nearest dark green bean bag.

He stuck out a finger and poked it.

It was really soft.

It was many times softer than the armchair in the county government office.

"Just...just give it a try."

"I am doing this to criticize! To gain a deeper understanding of this kind of corrupting, sugar-coated bullet!"

Magistrate Fang found himself a perfect excuse, then turned his back and tentatively sat down.

"puff--"

A soft sound.

Magistrate Fang felt as if his bottom had suddenly gone empty, and he instantly lost his balance.

The feeling was like falling into a giant cotton candy.

The filling granules in the beanbag flowed rapidly, following the curves of his body, filling his lower back, wrapping around his spine, and supporting his neck.

"Ouch……"

Magistrate Fang let out an unprecedented, extremely ecstatic groan.

So...so comfortable!

This all-encompassing feeling, this sense of security as if he were back in his mother's womb, instantly melted the bones in his body that had been tense all his life.

"No wonder...no wonder..."

Magistrate Fang lay in the bean bag, his eyes gradually unfocused, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth:

"No wonder Madam Qin couldn't get up..."

"This isn't a sofa..."

"This is clearly... a haven of gentle pleasures!"

He tried to move, to stand up and maintain some semblance of official authority.

However, as soon as he exerted force, the beanbag beneath him deformed, and he couldn't find any support at all.

He was like a fat toad that had fallen into quicksand; the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Finally, he could only lie there in despair (actually, he was enjoying it) with his eyes looking up at the sky.

"It's over."

"I... have also been eaten."

"This Qin family... is toxic!"

……

Just when Magistrate Fang was completely captured.

The "feeding game" over there is also nearing its end.

After feeding Qin Yue the last grape, he picked up a damp towel and slowly wiped his hands.

"Wan'er."

He looked at Su Wan, whose face was flushed and whose eyes were unfocused, and suddenly leaned close to her ear:

"We've finished eating the grapes."

"It's time to get down to business."

"What important matter?" Su Wan asked dazedly, already confused by the sofa and the grapes.

"Just now outside, didn't Wan'er take a liking to that 'neon light' thing?"

Qin Yue played with a strand of her hair, a mysterious smile playing on his lips:

"My elder brother prepared a surprise for Wan'er in the square in the center of the city."

"surprise?"

"Um."