Chapter 161

Finally, the woman in black arched her willow-leaf eyebrows, looking somewhat intoxicated, and asked, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, do you want to be with your elder sister? Elder sister will satisfy you."

This question caught Zhao Desan off guard. He certainly wanted to; he truly wanted to strip this flirtatious woman in black bare, lay her on the table, and give her a good thrashing, letting her taste the pleasure of being a woman. But with Bureau Chief Zhang sitting right there, he couldn't be too flashy. He laughed generously, "Elder sister, you've had too much to drink."

The five women had finished three bottles of Moutai. Nearly one bottle had been poured into Zhao Desan's stomach by them as they scrambled to serve him. However, Zhao Desan had a high tolerance for alcohol, and one bottle of white liquor wasn't enough to get him drunk. Instead, the remaining two cups were split among the five women; with two taels each, they were already acting like they didn't know the height of the sky or the depth of the earth, behaving in an insanely wild manner.

Especially Bureau Chief Zhang—no wonder she had called him over. After two taels of liquor, she was almost drunk. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were drifting, and her tongue was tied when she spoke.

The gathering lasted until past twelve o'clock and ended amidst the women's uninhibited, dirty-joke-filled conversation. Bureau Chief Zhang had already collapsed onto the table, lying there as if she were asleep. Zhao Desan helped the women out one by one, sending them off in their respective cars, and finally returned to deal with Bureau Chief Zhang.

He grabbed Bureau Chief Zhang's arm and shook her, saying, "Bureau Chief Zhang, let's go back."

"Hmm... Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao... just take me to a nearby hotel... I'm sleepy... I want to sleep..." Bureau Chief Zhang squinted, ordering him in a daze.

Wasn't this the perfect opportunity? Ha, my chance has come! "Alright, Bureau Chief Zhang, I'll take you to the hotel to rest right now." Zhao Desan secretly rejoiced, an irrepressible look of joy appearing on his face. He lifted the forty-something-year-old woman with all his might; the faint fragrance on her body was quite pleasant to smell.

He draped one of Bureau Chief Zhang's arms over his shoulder and wrapped an arm around her waist, carefully helping her walk outside. Bureau Chief Zhang was thinner than average, so her waist was even more slender, a mere handful. Although there were clothes in the way, it didn't feel entirely like bone; despite being delicate, it felt soft to the touch. Because her waist was so thin, her plump buttocks appeared even fuller and rounder. Zhao Desan was already becoming impatient.

Carefully helping Bureau Chief Zhang out of the restaurant, the driver saw them, hurriedly tossed his cigarette, opened the car door, and ran over to help. Zhao Desan said, "Bureau Chief Zhang has had too much to drink. I'll take her to a nearby hotel to rest. You can drive back; I'll hail a taxi later."

"Oh... alright then." The driver hesitated for a moment, then got into the car and drove away.

After sending the driver away, Zhao Desan propped up the dead-drunk Bureau Chief Zhang at the restaurant entrance and looked up to scan the surroundings. He discovered that the Mingzhu Hotel was right across the street. Heaven is truly helping me! Heh heh...

He carefully crossed the road with the dead-drunk Bureau Chief Zhang, stumbled into the hotel lobby, and gently laid her down on the sofa. Bureau Chief Zhang closed her eyes, looking completely intoxicated, and asked in a daze, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao... where are we?"

"Bureau Chief Zhang, we're at the hotel. I'll get you a room and help you up to rest." Zhao Desan smiled triumphantly, though his tone remained calm.

"Oh..." Bureau Chief Zhang leaned her limp body against the sofa, too drunk to know anything.

After checking in at the front desk and getting the room card, Zhao Desan came back to help Bureau Chief Zhang up and into the elevator. In the elevator, looking at Zhang Ailing—the head of the Coal Bureau—leaning in his arms, a sinister smile rose at the corners of his mouth. His large hand, wrapped around her waist, tentatively reached downward. For a woman in her forties, her muscles were a bit loose; touching those perky buttocks felt soft and quivering, which was particularly stimulating.

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, where have we arrived?" Bureau Chief Zhang asked in her confusion.

"We'll be at the room in a moment," Zhao Desan replied, moving his hand slightly up from her buttocks, fearing she might notice.

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, I owe it all to you today. If you hadn't blocked those few extra drinks for me, I would have been drunk by them early on. Your tolerance is quite good." Even in her daze, Bureau Chief Zhang could still speak so normally. Her heaving chest trembled under Zhao Desan's support, and one hand hooked tightly onto his shoulder.

"Bureau Chief Zhang, this is what I should do." Zhao Desan said with sweet words. The post-drinking Bureau Chief Zhang was sexy, charming, and alluring, making Zhao Desan's imagination run wild about this woman who still possessed the charm of a mature lady.

When his hand touched Bureau Chief Zhang's fullness, he felt a chaotic, uncomfortable sensation in his heart. He didn't know if she had felt the accidental contact with his chest. Her whole body collapsed softly against Zhao Desan, and he could feel the body heat seeping through her suit, scorching his own body.

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, whether in officialdom or at a gathering with old classmates, being able to drink is a skill. I didn't expect you to be so sharp. From now on, if I go out to socialize, I'll bring you along. With you by my side, I'll feel at ease."

After Bureau Chief Zhang finished speaking, she glanced sideways at Zhao Desan. That look was soul-stirring. After looking at him, she tilted her head back onto his shoulder. In her drunken state, Zhang Ailing truly appeared to have a unique charm.

It took quite a bit of effort for Zhao Desan to help Bureau Chief Zhang onto the hotel bed. Looking at her flushed face and hazy drunken state, Zhao Desan was already overcome with impulse. He felt a strong desire for this bureau head who still retained her charm. It turned out that women in their forties also had such intoxicating moments.

Lying on the bed, Bureau Chief Zhang's large breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing, seemingly about to burst through her shirt. Her black bra was faintly visible, just like a flower bud about to bloom.

Zhao Desan had been so teased by this scene that he was a bit delirious. He wanted to be a spring rain, letting this budding flower bloom with intense passion.

At the office, Zhao Desan didn't see Bureau Chief Zhang very often. As the head of the bureau, she was busy attending various meetings, leaving Zhao Desan with the impression that she was dignified, elegant, and hard to approach. When he met her in the courtyard that time, Zhao Desan only felt that this bureau chief had some charm, but he hadn't expected to be admiring her so closely in such a hazy, drunken state now.

This was truly a rare opportunity. Zhao Desan felt he must seize this once-in-a-lifetime chance. Through multiple personal experiences, he firmly believed in Zhang Ailing's famous maxim and decided to enter her heart through her lower body. As long as he conquered this woman who held a high position in the Coal Bureau, wouldn't his future official career be less bumpy? Heh heh...

Zhao Desan sat down beside her, one hand trying to rest on her thigh. He needed to test the waters; he didn't dare to force himself on her.

Bureau Chief Zhang seemed to have noticed, half-opening her reddened eyes in her drunken haze.

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, haven't you gone to sleep yet?"

"Bureau Chief Zhang, I was afraid you might want water, so I'll stay here and keep you company."

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, you really are a clever little devil."

Bureau Chief Zhang laughed drunkenly, turned over, faced him with her plump buttocks, and then lay flat again, looking very uncomfortable.

"Bureau Chief Zhang, what's wrong? Do you want water?" Zhao Desan asked, pretending to be concerned.

"Wearing clothes is uncomfortable... I want to take them off and rest..." Bureau Chief Zhang closed her eyes, unbuttoned her suit, struggled to take off her coat, and incidentally unbuttoned the top three buttons of the shirt that was tightly bound to her body. Her snow-white, flawless skin was immediately revealed, and a ravine, shallow to deep, was filled with mystery like a bottomless pit, extending all the way inside her shirt.

Is Bureau Chief Zhang giving me a hint with this action? She actually managed to take off her coat in front of me and unbuttoned a few buttons on her chest.

"I really want you!" Zhao Desan fantasized and blurted out these words. ===== CHAPTER 162 =====