While Zhao An was discussing matters with Qian Yuling and her daughter, engaging in illicit sexual activity, a flood of articles appeared on the Future platform, all speaking ill of Zhao An.

"The Inside Story of the Platform's Profit Distribution!"

"Drug Research for Hype?"

"The Truth Behind the Unequal Slave Contract?"

Videos targeting Zhao An and his company, both overtly and covertly, were released, including videos featuring several streamers signed to the platform. These videos claimed the platform's contracts were unacceptable, with three-year contracts and penalties of 1 billion yuan for breach of contract.

These videos quickly became a hot topic and were featured on the homepage. On the enemy's platform, videos attacking them were featured on the homepage—this mechanism was truly laughable. It felt ironic, like someone defecating on your head.

"Mmm...fuck...cough...oh...fuck grandma to death...ah...grandma...is a slut...oh...good husband's cock...so deep...oh...it's inside again..." A beautiful mature woman wearing glasses knelt on the mattress, her plump buttocks raised as she endured the violent thrusts of the young man behind her. Judging from their conversation, they were clearly a grandmother and grandson! The immoral intercourse between grandmother and grandson was even more stimulating than incest between mother and son!

The grandmother was still wearing loose pajamas and no bra, her two large breasts swaying back and forth with each thrust. The thrusts were fast and frequent, rapidly flipping her dark red labia majora in and out, scraping against the vaginal rim, rubbing against the irresistible tingling sensation. Her large, round buttocks were covered with red handprints, one large hand gripping her left buttock, using it as a support for her thrusts. A thick, fleshy penis, dripping with vaginal fluid, was thrusting in and out of her alluring slit, each time pulling out tender flesh from her vagina before forcefully shoving it back in, causing Grandma to moan with pleasure.

Her thighs were clad in light black stockings, the thin fabric revealing her fair, tender legs, stretched to its limit, her white skin seemingly about to overflow. Her feet, painted with bright red nail polish, were adorned with crystal high-heeled sandals, seemingly designed specifically to enhance the erotic atmosphere.

Grandma leaned against the headboard, struggling to breathe. With each thrust of Zhao An, she inhaled with the advance and exhaled with the withdrawal. Her grandson's penis pounding in and out of her—something traditionally reserved for husband and wife—was now being done by grandmother and grandson, which felt rather perverse.

"What is it?" Zhao An picked up his constantly ringing phone, grabbing Grandma's shapely buttocks as he continued his vigorous thrusting.

Grandma had to bend over, her upper body pressed against the mattress, one hand covering her mouth to stifle a moan. Her eyes were slightly white; the pleasure was too intense, and she could only gasp for breath, feeling an urge to climax.

"Honey, there are a lot of videos and comments on the website homepage that are detrimental to us." Huang Lin was working overtime in the office, her belly already showing. During her pregnancy, she had no libido. If Zhao An hadn't deliberately tried to have sex with her, she wouldn't have offered herself up. She was showing signs of sexual apathy; she didn't have the desire to be sexually aroused, but she wouldn't object if a man wanted to have sex with her.

It was precisely because she lacked desire that she could focus all her energy on work. Some people enjoy being sexually aroused, while others are apathetic; not every woman enjoys being sexually aroused.

Zhao An was still relentlessly having sex with his grandmother when he heard the news. He pulled out his penis, lay down on the bed, patted his grandmother's plump, round buttocks, and pointed to his own penis. "Don't worry about it. Tell the PR department to get to work. Put the video up there. Since they want to cause trouble, let's play along."

His grandmother, panting, got up, glanced at Zhao An's large penis, and straddled her grandson in her high-heeled sandals. One hand gripped his slick penis as her plump buttocks slowly lowered. Her vagina, stretched wide from being fucked, swallowed the glans completely. From behind, he could see the twenty-centimeter penis pointing straight up, being slowly swallowed by her large, round buttocks. The twenty centimeters were gradually being absorbed. It visibly descended, bit by bit, engulfing the thick, long penis. From Zhao An's angle, he could even see a curve appear on his grandmother's flabby belly. Although he couldn't see the shape, this change amused him greatly.

"Okay, honey. Is there anything else I need to be careful about?" Huang Lin asked humbly, showing a keen interest in business matters. Being sexually exploited was a prostitute's affair; in her eyes, those female anchors obsessed with lust, who spent their days flirting with Zhao An, were all prostitutes. The difference was that most prostitutes were public, available to anyone with money, while those female anchor prostitutes were private playthings, a case of using a public vehicle for private purposes.

The fact that she could call the other women who served Zhao An prostitutes showed just how proud Huang Lin was. She could tolerate Zhao An's shameless behavior, but she wouldn't flirt with other women like that.

"No need. Tell the PR department to make it look good. We've already given them the information from the Southwest Chamber of Commerce; there's no need to rush. It's 9 PM now, so they have plenty of time to process it before 9 AM tomorrow." Zhao An enjoyed his grandmother's dominant position, his eyes slightly narrowed. He was getting impatient with the Xiyu Group, which had repeatedly provoked him. These trash—if he didn't teach them a lesson, they really thought he was easy to bully!

"Okay, I understand. Honey, get some rest; your health is important." Huang Lin's tone carried a hint of concern. So what if she was a mistress? She genuinely loved Zhao An and naturally didn't care about his character. The man she loved was Zhao An; she wouldn't associate with other female anchors. She might look down on them, but she wouldn't actively cause trouble. Discord within the harem was never a good thing, and she wasn't stupid enough to do that.

"Hmm, go get checked out tomorrow if you have time, you little slut. Once you've recovered, you'll give me a second one!" Zhao An lewdly laughed, his large hand grabbing and kneading his grandmother's large breasts, feeling quite pleased with himself. Being served by his female elder in a female-superior position greatly satisfied his vanity.

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