bigabreads Chapter 199 Unbreakable? The twins knelt down, cradling her jade-like feet, their eyes red and panti
Chapter 199 Unbreakable? The twins knelt down, cradling her jade-like feet, their eyes red and panti
On a snowy night, murderous intent lurked in the shadows.
Outside the cotton warehouse on the back mountain of the Qin family, several furtive shadowy figures had just poured kerosene on the base of the wall and hadn't even had time to light their tinder when two large hands, like iron pincers, suddenly emerged from the darkness.
"Click."
A sound like bones cracking rang out sharply in the howling north wind.
"Why are you coming to my house to warm yourself by the fire so late at night instead of sleeping?"
Qin Feng, the fifth brother, emerged from the shadows, carrying the leader of the men in black like a chick.
With his other hand, he was still tossing and turning a heavy iron ore, his face bearing that usual honest yet chilling smile:
"It's a pity, my cotton is precious and can't withstand smoke."
How about... borrowing some of your bones to add some liveliness to this winter night?
The man in black was terrified. Just as he was about to cry for help, Qin Yun, the sixth brother, suddenly appeared from the side and kicked him in the back of the knee, causing him to kneel in the snow.
"Brother, don't waste your breath on them."
Qin Yun held a newly developed high-carbon steel crowbar that gleamed coldly in his hand. His eyes were as sinister as a venomous snake flicking its tongue, completely unlike his usual charming and coquettish self in front of Su Wan.
"Wan'er just fell asleep. If we wake her up, we'll all get a beating."
They tied people up and threw them into the coal mine to dig coal.
We're short-staffed.
Although the warehouse doors were tightly closed, the chilling atmosphere was even more biting than the swirling snow.
What Madam Song thought was a "fire attack on the camps" was completely extinguished before it even started, under the overwhelming force of the Qin brothers.
……
The next morning, the snow stopped and the sky cleared.
Inside the dye shop, Madam Song, sporting two huge dark circles under her eyes, paced back and forth in the main hall.
She was waiting, waiting for the news that the Qin family's cotton warehouse had been reduced to ashes, waiting for that little vixen Su Wan to come crying and begging her to give her a few cotton-padded clothes.
However, what awaited them was a deafening cacophony of gongs and drums throughout the streets.
"Quick, go see! The Qin family has produced another miraculous item!"
"I heard it's some kind of 'glass fiber'! It's more transparent than gauze and warmer than cotton!"
"And those shoes! Oh my goodness, those heels are as thin as nails, how can you even walk in them?"
Song Niangzi's heart skipped a beat.
It didn't burn properly?
She hurriedly opened the window and saw that the catwalk that she hated so much had been set up again in front of Qin's Clothing Store across the street.
This time, however, the stage setup was different.
The previous high-powered light pillars have been replaced by an ambiguous, dim, yellowish underlight.
The red carpet was strewn with white petals, creating an atmosphere of ultimate luxury and allure.
"Thump...thump...thump..."
A strange and crisp sound slowly emanated from backstage.
That wasn't the sound of drums, nor was it the sound of musical instruments.
It was the sound of some kind of hard material striking the wooden floor.
The pace is slow, yet every step is fraught with danger.
Each sound felt like a footstep on the very tip of one's heart.
"That is..."
The crowd held their breath.
The curtain was pulled back slightly.
Su Wan came out.
She was wearing a very short black velvet cheongsam.
The cheongsam was just long enough to cover her thighs, and the zipper on the side was pulled all the way up, covering her upper body completely, giving her an abstinent and dignified appearance.
But the lower body...
The entire venue fell silent for a moment, followed by a burst of suppressed gasps.
She wasn't wearing pants or a skirt.
Instead, it was wrapped in a layer of "skin" that was as smoky and misty as well as pitch black as ink.
Those were glass stockings made by the Qin twins using high-polymer materials from their space, working day and night to draw and mix them with the finest mulberry silk.
It clung tightly to Su Wan's legs, using the refraction of light and shadow to make her already perfect leg lines appear even longer and straighter.
Black represents mystery and taboo.
Through that translucent black layer, the faintly visible snow-white skin was like a ray of moonlight in the night, captivating and enchanting.
The most critical thing is...
The top of the stockings peeked out between the hem of the cheongsam and the top of the stockings...
It was a patch of color without any obstruction.
Surrounded by black stockings and a black cheongsam, that glimpse of white became the focus of everyone's attention, a nightmare that lingered in the minds of every man.
"This...this is outrageous!"
At the front of the crowd, several old teachers from the county school blushed, cursing "immoral and indecent behavior," and held up their folding fans to block their eyes.
But the gap in the folding fan was wider than a finger.
Their eyes were fixed on the shoes on Su Wan's feet.
They were a pair of jet-black, pointed high heels with heels as thin as steel needles.
The 10-centimeter-high stiletto heels forced Su Wan to straighten her instep, creating a stunning arch.
The muscles in his calves were slightly tense from exertion, and the lines were so smooth that they resembled a work of art sculpted by God himself.
"Da, da, da."
With each step Su Wan took, her slender heels made a crisp sound as they struck the wooden planks.
She walked slowly, even with a swaying gait.
That fragile feeling, as if she might fall at any moment and need someone to help her up, combined with her extremely aggressive black outfit, creates a kind of unexpected cuteness that could drive any man crazy.
"Everyone."
Su Wan walked to the front of the stage without using a megaphone.
She simply turned slightly to the side, lifted one foot, and gently stepped on the step in front of her.
In that instant, the hem of the cheongsam shrank slightly, and the area of that "absolute territory" instantly expanded a bit.
Several wealthy businessmen in the front row covered their noses and fell backward as blood gushed from their noses.
"This is the Qin family's new product—the 'Dark Night' series."
Su Wan's voice was languid, carrying a hint of casual teasing:
"No matter how warmly you dress in winter, don't forget..."
"A woman should not only be warm, but also beautiful."
"This 'glass fiber' is windproof, warm, and..."
She reached out her black-gloved hand and gently ran it across the stockinged calf.
However, there was no damage whatsoever.
"Unbreakable".
A smile played at the corners of her lips, her gaze drifting almost imperceptibly towards Madam Song behind the second-floor window across the street.
"Even if someone wanted to burn me with fire, or cut me with a knife..."
"The Qin family's belongings are still intact."
……
The exhibition didn't last long, but its impact was astonishing.
In less than half an hour, all the glass stockings in "Jinxiufang" were sold out.
Despite the exorbitant price—a pair of stockings cost as much as an average family's annual expenses.
But those ladies who were usually so frugal seemed to be bewitched at this moment.
"Buy! Give me ten pairs! I want to wear them back for my master!"
"I want those high heels too! Ouch, my feet hurt even though they're comfortable, but the way they walk... tsk tsk, my husband was practically staring at me like crazy just now!"
Meanwhile, Su Wan, who was at the center of this storm, was "invited" into the Qin family's most private research and development workshop.
This is the twins' territory.
Blueprints, ores, and all sorts of oddly shaped metal parts were piled up everywhere.
"Wan'er, sit here."
Qin Feng, the fifth brother, brought over a specially made high chair covered with a thick white wool blanket.
He was usually very easygoing, but at this moment he seemed a little flustered.
Those large, calloused hands, worn from years of blacksmithing, scrubbed their leather aprons vigorously, as if afraid of getting even a speck of dust on them.
As soon as Su Wan sat down, someone grabbed the high heels that had brought her so much glory on stage but now made her ankles ache.
"Does it hurt?"
Qin Yun, the sixth brother, squatted down at her feet, looked up, and his still childish face was filled with heartache and infatuation.
He carefully lifted Su Wan's right foot, as if he were holding a fragile piece of porcelain.
"Aren't these heels... a bit too high?"
Qin Yun stretched out his finger and gently pressed the red marks on Su Wan's ankle caused by the shoelaces.
There, a faint red mark was imprinted on her snow-white skin, which, against the backdrop of black stockings, revealed a cruel kind of beauty.
"It's okay, it's just a little sore after standing for a long time."
Su Wan gently twitched her toes, trying to pull her foot back.
The brothers' eyes were so direct.
Like two wolf cubs who have spotted a bone, they tried their best to suppress their instincts, but the green light surging in their eyes could not be hidden.
"Don't move."
Qin Feng suddenly knelt down on one knee and grasped her other foot.
The two brothers, one on each side, knelt at her feet like the most loyal knights.
These are the threads they drew by hand, the socks they wove by hand.
But now, when Wan'er wears it, it feels so unfamiliar, so... terrible.
Qin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had a mouthful of hot coals in his mouth.
His palms were large and hot, and through the thin stockings, the heat from his palms was continuously transmitted to Su Wan.
"Is this... what we made?"
He muttered to himself in disbelief, his fingers involuntarily applying a little force as he pinched Su Wan's calf.
Extremely soft.
"Fifth brother! Be gentle!"
Su Wan gasped in surprise, and instinctively kicked forward with her high-heeled foot.
The pointed heel pressed against Qin Feng's firm chest muscles.
"Well……"
Qin Feng grunted, but did not dodge.
in contrast.
He reached out and grabbed the foot that was pressed against his chest.
The thin, needle-like heels dug deep into the flesh of his chest, even tearing through his thin tank top.
"Wan'er..."
Qin Feng lowered his head, looking at the black pointed shoes pressing down on his chest.
He raised his head, his eyes reddening, and his usual憨憨 (simple and honest) smile now appeared twisted and fanatical.
"I polished these heels myself."
"Was it satisfying for Wan'er to step on it...?"
"If you feel it's not enough..."
"Step on this side."
"Listen...isn't Fifth Brother's heartbeat louder than the sound of blacksmithing?"
Su Wan was startled by his almost sacrificial act and tried to pull her foot back, but Qin Yun on the other side held her down.
"Brother, don't frighten Wan'er."
Although Qin Yun said that, his actions were no less restrained than Qin Feng's.
He didn't try to take the spot that had been stepped on.
Instead, he focused on the stockings on Su Wan's feet.
"Wan'er, what you said on stage just now..."
"This thing... can't be torn?"
He raised his eyes, his gaze fixed intently on the exposed section of "absolute territory".
I don't believe it.
"In this world... there is no armor that the Qin brothers cannot tear, nor... any defense that we cannot break through."
"Sixth Brother... what are you going to do?"
I want to give it a try.
Qin Yun moved closer, his nose almost touching her knee.
He took a deep breath; it was a mixture of the chemical scent of stockings and Wan'er's unique body fragrance—a kind of addictive poison.
"Try this 'absolute territory'..."
"Just how absolute is it?"
His fingers hooked the edge of the stockings and pulled them outwards sharply.
"Wan'er, look."
Qin Yun peered through the stretched-out stockings at the faintly visible skin texture beneath:
"That's what you call...indestructible."
"But if..."
He suddenly lowered his head.
He took a hard bite into the taut stockings.
"Sizzle—"
"Um……"
This sound completely ignited the powder keg in the workshop.
Qin Feng could no longer hold back.
He abruptly threw down the shoe heel in his hand, grabbed Su Wan's waist with both hands, lifted her up from the chair, and placed her on the huge worktable covered with blueprints.
Qin Feng's rough, large hands roamed wildly over the black stockings.
Qin Yun then took off her high heels.
Two loud "clangs".
The pair of high heels that drove all the women in the city crazy were thrown on the ground.
"Wan'er, these shoes are uncomfortable."
"From now on, on roads like this..."
"Let Lao Liu carry you."
"or……"
He raised his head, his eyes gleaming with a wolf-like light: