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Subject: Culture-Rich Asians 1 CULTURE-RICH ASIANS Chapter 1 By Jupiter Wang The 20th century galleon trade in Manila had drawn thousands of Chinese businessmen to this archipelagic southeast Asian country. These days, countless business corporations in the Philippines are owned by Chinese immigrants. China is actually the second largest foreign investor in the Philippines. The Philippines, dubbed as ‘Pearl of the Orient Seas’, is home to a hundred million of people and about a million of them are Chinese. Large percentage of them dwells in Metropolitan Manila. It is then quite normal to see a Chinese in every corner of Metro Manila. The Wu Travel Enterprise is a Chinese company that had invested over a billion peso in a decade span. The chair and founder of this company is a young pure Chinese man, Wu Jing. He founded the company when he was just twenty. After a decade, Wu Travel Enterprise had extended from Shandong to several Asian countries. He has been included in the Top 15 most successful businessmen in Chinese magazine for three consecutive years. Chairman Wu, as the board call him, is not a man who spends his day working in a company. He actually appointed a CEO to do all the work for him. The reason is he wanted to be a good father to his son. Chairman Wu has an eleven-year-old son. He never married the mother of his child. The woman happened to be a worker in a club. Chairman Wu only spent a single night with her. The woman, who he had incidentally impregnated, tried to reach out to him after a couple of weeks, asking if he wanted to take the child because if not, she would have an abortion. Of course, he didn’t believe he is the father so easily, knowing what kind of work the woman does. So he paid a specialist to run a paternal test. He was indeed istanbul travesti the father of the child, so he had someone to care of the woman and his child. There were complications on her pregnancy. On the day the infant was born, the woman’s breath lasted. Wu Jing took the lovely boy in his arms, and the infant smiled so dearly. He was just nineteen at that time, and the Wu Travel Enterprise had just been founded. From then on, he treated the boy as his lucky charm and the precious treasure he has in this world. Because the boy is exceptionally calm and peaceful when he is holding him, Chairman Wu named his son Wu Ping. Ping’er grew up into a good-natured and loving son. His bond with his dad is unbreakable. He lets his dad know everything about him, telling him stories of how his day in school went and about the people he met. They live in a luxurious condo unit in Hanhai. During school breaks, Wu Jing brings his son to travel in Asian countries where he had invested. This year, he received positive reports from Manila regarding his investments. So he planned to bring his son to the tropical country immediately after school days are over. Ping’er is a healthy-looking boy. He is a little bit taller than boys his age. His complexion is the least trait he got from his dad. He is just a smaller version of Wu Jing. And Wu Jing’s looks aren’t to be underestimated. With his fair skin, towering height and great body, he is often mistaken as an actor or a Chinese idol. He was once offered a role in a Chinese drama series, but he rejected it without further thinking. Smart and dashingly handsome, no woman will not fall for him. Even his son admires him. Ping’er often claims how lucky he is to be his father’s son. The last day of school has come. Swarms kadıköy travesti of sixth-graders dashed outside the school building, wearing summer school uniform of white and yellow polo shirt and yellow tracksuit shorts. Among them is Wu Ping. Wu Jing easily spotted him with his short hair and white skin. The boy beamed when he saw his dad waiting. He ran towards him and hugged his dad, not caring what his classmates would think of him. “Are we leaving?” Ping’er asked, still smiling. “Sure,” his dad said. “Get in.” They entered the car and Ping’er sat beside his dad at the shotgun, which he declared as his Ping’s seat when he was younger. Before starting the engine, Wu Jing leaned towards his son and pecked thd boy’s cheek. “I thought you wouldn’t do that,” Ping’er said, his smile never ceasing. “Aren’t you worried if your classmates saw your dad kissing you?” “Not at all,” Ping’er boldly stated. “Oh. Is that so?” Wu Jing can’t help but grin at his son’s remark. He placed his hand on the boy’s smooth leg and slowly caressed it up and down. He leaned again to sniff Ping’er’s neck. “What did you do today? You’re sweaty.” “We played cat and mouse soccer today.” “I see.” Wu Jing instantly got intoxicated with Ping’er sweaty boyish scent, and he can’t get enough. He whiffed the boy’s neck, the back of his ears and his hair and scalp while still caressing the smoothness of Ping’er’s legs. Ping’er, on the other hand, enjoys the attention his dad is giving him. He secretly wished that his dad would do it forever. Wu Jing’s hand moved upward to to his son’s thigh. He lingers his hand there for some time until the boy couldn’t take it anymore. He softly squirmed as his boner tented up his shorts. “What is it?” Wu Jing asked, his nose still on the boy’s bakırköy travesti neck. “C-can you touch it, daddy?” “Touch what?” Wu Jing played like he doesn’t know what the boy was talking about and Ping’er turned into a deep shade of red. Wu Jing chuckled. He smooched the boy’s lips before moving his hand directly into Ping’er’s crotch through the shorts’ thigh opening. He came across his brief and slipped inside it. There, he met the boy’s proudly erect three inches boyhood and dangling set of balls. Now, Ping’er’s foreskin still cannot be retracted. It was tight but his dad loves pulling it up and down. Ping’er goes crazy when his dad is on it. He can’t describe the feeling, but he longs for it as soon as his dad’s hand left his crotch. Wu Jing fondles his boy’s penis and balls inside their car in the middle of the school. The squirming boy under his touch turned him on so much that he started licking and savoring the salty skin on Ping’er’s chin, neck and ears. Unaware of their surroundings, the two Wus did not notice Ping’er’s homeroom teacher approaching until he knocked on the car’s window. The two of them were startled. Wu Jing pulled his head from his son’s savory neck but left his working hand on Ping’er’s crotch. He opened the window partially, just enough for the teacher to see both their heads. “Good day, Mr. Wu. Wu Ping left his lunch box in our classroom,” the teacher said, clueless of what is going on inside his student’s shorts. “Thank you, Mr. Shin.” Wu Jing took the lunch box with his free hand. He looked at Ping’er. “What will you say to your teacher?” Little Wu was out of his mind, lost in pleasures of wonderland. Wu Jing has to pinch the tip of his foreskin to pull the boy back to reality. “Thank you, sir. See you next-aah!” The young Wu can’t help but moan as he approaches orgasm. The boy’s body trembled and sweat poured down his temples. “What’s wrong, Wu Ping?” his teacher asked concerned. When the pleasure finally subsided, Ping’er said, “I-I think I’m having a sore throat.”

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