The moment Sister Manqing collapsed onto the bed, her once-elegant long hair spread across the light blue sheets like spilled ink. Without her glasses to hide behind, her eyes looked dazed and helpless; the aura of authority from her long-held high position was completely shattered by this narrow room filled with masculine sweat. I leaned in, forcefully pressing my knees between her thighs, which were still twitching slightly from the car vibrations earlier. The sapphire-blue silk skirt hem bunched into a tangled mess at the top of her thighs, revealing large patches of ivory-white, yet alluringly flushed mature skin.