The Accident of a Young Reporter (Family Incest Adult Novel)

"Thank you, Director. Today's interview ends here. The short report will be published in the newspaper tomorrow. The interview part will be published in full A4 in about a week. The content will be mailed to you for your review."

The innocent girl in front of him gave him a sweet smile, seemingly harmless, but the Director of the National Intelligence Agency, Shen Zhao, knew that this girl with delicate features, who looked like a little princess who had grown up in the palm of her hand and didn't care about the world, was not an easy person to deal with.

After graduating from a university with a journalism degree, he joined Today News, the most selective newspaper in the country. Within a year of his employment, he was awarded the title of Today News' Best Reporter. His special report on investigating corruption cases also won the National Journalism Award. Not only does he have extraordinary abilities in researching information and conducting interviews, but he also has certain skills. To be able to obtain important informants and key information within just a few months of entering the industry, he had to have extraordinary abilities in conducting research and conducting interviews.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhao smiled at Chen Xintian and said, "No. Miss Chen has worked hard too." After that, he glanced at Chen Xintian's chest vaguely. She was wearing a very simple white shirt, a black suit jacket, a thin leather belt, a short skirt, and thin black stockings today. Such an outfit was very conventional no matter how you looked at it - if she hadn't unbuttoned her shirt to the third button and worn eye-catching black lace underwear.

This girl knows her strengths very well. She is blessed with a slim waist and big breasts, estimated to be 34E.

Chen Xintian pressed the stop button on the recorder on the table and put it into her bag, but she still sat steadily on the big chair in the director's office, showing no intention of leaving.

"Director, the rumors about you and the president have started to spread again recently. Are the government officials really not planning to do anything?"

Look at her innocent face, as if the sharp political reporter does not exist at all. People who don't know the truth would think she is a familiar junior chatting casually with the elder.

"Rumors stop at the wise." Chen Zhao was of course happy to play the role of an elder and chatted half-truthfully with Chen Xintian.

After chatting like this for about ten minutes, Shen Zhao almost thought that Chen Xintian really just wanted to chat with him, but suddenly Chen Xintian got into the most confidential task of the National Intelligence Agency recently: "I heard that the Military Department is busy checking a batch of files related to the 319 incident. Does the director have any news?"

No one would believe that this girl naively wanted to ask herself if she had any rumors. She asked this just to confirm whether the Intelligence Bureau was busy with the same thing. The level of the 319 incident was actually not high, because the subsequent 325 massacre was a more important key, and it was also the main force that the Intelligence Bureau has been trying hard to cover up in recent days.

"That's right..." Chen Zhao stood up with a smile, walked around the big desk and came to Chen Xintian. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Ms. Chen is very smart."

At that moment, Chen Xintian almost thought that Shen Zhao was going to tell her the secret.

The next moment, she found her hands handcuffed to the armrests of a large chair, and her right earlobe seemed to have an electric current flowing through it - before she had time to think about whether Shen Zhao had licked her ear, she felt a chill in her chest -

Shen Zhao's slender fingers reached between her breasts and took out a small black machine that flashed green light. It was less than a centimeter long and was a miniature recorder.

"I've been annoyed by this green light for a long time, Miss Chen." Shen Zhao glanced at her, crushed the recorder, threw it into the trash can, and kicked Chen Xintian's bag next to the chair to the corner of the wall.

"After so many years in politics, the only thing I've learned is: Never believe a reporter when he says 'the interview is over.'"

"You are excellent. But the secrets of the Intelligence Agency will always remain secrets."

Chen Xintian felt Shen Zhao's fingertips sliding back and forth on her carotid artery, extremely gentle, yet also extremely cold. She felt a huge fear. Although her one-year career as a reporter could not be said to be smooth sailing, she had cooperated with her colleagues, found important clues in many dangerous situations, and reported important news. But she had never been like this time, when what was clearly a threat to her life was in front of her.

"Miss Chen should not be able to say too much." Shen Zhao's fingers had slid from her neck back between her breasts, and a smooth touch came from his fingertips. Chen Xintian not only had proud breasts, but also had a round and firm breast shape. The lace underwear only covered half of her breasts, and it seemed that there was no support underneath. Shen Zhao could not help but slide his whole hand into her shirt, wanting to hold Chen Xintian's right breast, but found that this girl's breasts were bigger than he had imagined, and he could not hold them all in his hand.

Chen Xintian was so frightened that her mouth opened slightly and her body was stiff. She was usually the quickest and smartest person, but now she was completely unable to think and helplessly let others knead her breasts.

"But I believe that after Miss Chen has learned her lesson, she should know that there are some people you cannot afford to offend."

Shen Zhao's other hand was not idle either. It slowly moved up along the inside of her thigh, reached under her skirt, and began to caress her in circles.

“No…ah…”

Chen Xintian came to her senses and stretched out her foot to kick, but was quickly separated by Shen Zhao. He pulled his hand out from under her skirt, quickly spread her legs apart, took a step forward, stuck between her legs, and also stuck her chair between the desk and himself, then went back under her skirt to continue exploring her private parts.

"Don't move."

"Director, I..." Chen Xintian wanted to beg for mercy but didn't know what to say. If she said that she didn't mean that, political matters were often obscure, and one or two words were tacitly understood. It was not a good excuse to never say it clearly.

Shen Zhao glanced at her and simply kissed her directly, sealing her mouth. The hand that was caressing her chest now reached into her lace underwear and teased her nipples, while the other hand tore off her stockings, pushed aside her panties, and reached towards the hole.

My fingers are wet and slippery.

"Chief, can you... not... do that..." Feeling that the fortress underneath had been breached, Chen Xintian couldn't even speak complete sentences.

"Where?" Chen Zhao's middle finger was already moving in and out of her hole, and waves of stimulation came over her, making it impossible for her to concentrate and think.

"There..." Chen Xintian could only repeat what she had just said.

"Where? I don't know unless you tell me clearly." The hand on her chest began to unbutton her shirt, trying to push her lace bra away, but failed because her breasts were too big.

"Down...down..." Chen Xintian squeezed out these words from between her teeth and felt her whole face getting hot.

"What's down there? Xintian." Chen Zhao still pretended not to know and continued to ask her.

"Just...just...next..." Chen Xintian felt the attack of the middle finger was getting stronger and stronger, and the stimulation it brought to her was getting stronger and stronger.

"It seems that Xintian really doesn't know. This is your pussy. If you want your pussy to be spared, you must say it clearly." As Chen Zhao spoke, he deliberately increased the intensity of his movements, and along with the love juice flowing out of Chen Xintian's body, a sizzling sound was made.

"Little..." Chen Xintian was completely unable to utter that word.

"Do you want to rest, little pussy?" Chen Zhao finally succeeded in pushing the lace bra to the top of her chest, and began to wantonly knead Chen Xintian's breasts, which were exposed but looked even more attractive under the white shirt and suit jacket.

"Hmm..." Chen Xintian nodded.

"You should say 'Xintian's pussy wants to rest.'" The smile on Chen Zhao's face, which has always been considered friendly in the political circle, now looks malicious.

"My little... hole... wants... to rest." Chen Xintian squeezed out these words from between her teeth. She felt extremely ashamed. At the same time, waves of pleasure came from her chest and lower body, making her feel distracted.

"Whose pussy wants a break?"

"My heart is at peace..."

"What happened to Xintian?"

"My heart is calm...my pussy...I want to rest..."

"Very good." Chen Zhao pulled out his middle finger very happily. Chen Xintian suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her body. Before she could condemn herself for having such an idea, Chen Zhao had already unbuckled his belt, took out his erect penis, and placed it in front of Chen Xintian. She subconsciously turned her head away, but was pinched by Chen Zhao's hand covered with love juice on her chin. He exerted a little force on his hand, forcing her to open her mouth. He leaned forward and stuffed the penis into Chen Xintian's mouth.

"However, if the lower hole wants to rest, you have to switch to the upper one." As he said this, he started moving in her mouth.

Chen Xintian's mouth is very small, and it still looks slightly pouting when it is closed. At this moment, she is holding Chen Zhao's cock in her mouth. If you ignore her frightened eyes, she looks like she can't let go of it. Looking at Chen Xintian's slightly pouting pink lips, and her warm and moist mouth, Chen Zhao feels a little harder under him, so he clamps her jaw and thrusts more fiercely.

With her mouth filled with Chen Zhao's big rod, Chen Xintian couldn't say anything. Although her lower body was temporarily out of danger of being played with, the chair cushion, underwear, and stockings were all stained with flowing love juice. The big hand on her chest was still kneading her relentlessly, occasionally brushing across her nipple, bringing a strange electric shock feeling.

Feeling her trembling, Shen Zhao slowed down his pace, and gently drew circles around her nipples with his fingers, and asked, "Do you like it, Xintian?"

Chen Xintian was so ashamed and angry that she shook her head vigorously.

"Oh, it seems I have to work harder." Chen Zhao pulled out his penis, bent down, and inserted his penis into Chen Xintian's moist vagina.