[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - 9

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Chapter 17 of The Rising Storm

(17)
The Alex Mountains were untouched by human civilization, filled with towering trees too large for two people to encircle, and a dazzling array of strange and exotic animals. Shui Ling, however, had no interest in appreciating this wondrous natural landscape; her attention was entirely focused on an Indonesian military outpost a hundred meters ahead.
Getting out of the vast mountains was already extremely difficult, let alone being surrounded by the enemy and carrying an injured person. Fortunately, during their escape, Jiang Tingting rolled down a steep slope and twisted her ankle, but accidentally discovered an extremely well-hidden natural cave behind a large rock. The entrance was covered with tall grass, making it difficult to spot even when close.
Shui Ling and the others hid in the cave, which blocked the signal of Fiza's tracker, causing the pursuing enemy to lose their target and fail to catch them after a whole day of searching.
But hiding in the cave forever wasn't a solution, and their rations were running out. Fiza suggested that with a radio, he could summon his elite troops, who could reach Mount Alex in just ten hours. Shui Ling and Jiang Lan risked their lives, walking dozens of kilometers through enemy search parties, until they found an enemy outpost.
A slight noise behind them made Shui Ling turn her head alertly.
"It's me," Jiang Lan said.
Shui Ling breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How is it?"
"There are at least ten men in this outpost. Three are at the entrance, at least four in the house on the left, and at least three in the one on the right," Jiang Lan said.
Shui Ling gritted her teeth and said, "Alan, it seems we'll have to wait until nightfall to make our move."
Jiang Lan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Although time was precious, eliminating ten well-trained soldiers before the first shot was fired in broad daylight was highly unlikely.
The two lay silently in the tall grass, their grass-green camouflage uniforms blending seamlessly into the undergrowth, making them difficult to spot even if someone approached.
Jiang Lan looked up at the setting sun and said, "Time is passing so slowly!"
Shui Ling had a good impression of her colleague. Although she didn't talk much, Shui Ling could tell at a glance that she was definitely police officer material. "What's wrong, getting impatient?" she teased.
Jiang Lan shook her head and said, "I'm not impatient, I'm just worried about Sister Hong and the others. They haven't shown up at the meeting place yet, sigh..." Jiang Lan sighed deeply.
Shui Ling's heart also skipped a beat. Her comrades, who had risked their lives together, were now missing, and she felt particularly depressed.
"Sister Ling, look." Jiang Lan tugged at Shui Ling's sleeve.
A small Indonesian patrol team was approaching in the distance, one of them carrying a naked woman on his shoulder. Although she couldn't see her face clearly at first, Shui Ling's intuition told her that the woman must be one of Sheng Hongyu, Ying Ying, or Ruan Shaojun.
"Lie down." Shui Ling pressed Jiang Lan's shoulders, making her lie down. Judging from their route, the Indonesian soldiers would pass by a small path about 10 meters ahead of them. A slight misstep could lead to their discovery.
Shui Ling felt Jiang Lan's shoulders trembling slightly, knowing she was extremely agitated. Shui Ling whispered in her ear, "Alan, don't be impulsive."
When the group reached them, the soldier handed the woman on his back to another man and ran to urinate in the nearby bushes. In that instant, both Shui Ling and Jiang Lan clearly saw that the soldier was carrying Sheng Hongyu.
Her eyes were closed, as if she had fainted. Her pale face looked extremely haggard, even her bright red lips had lost their color. Her body was a gruesome sight, covered in bruises and welts, her snow-white breasts bearing countless finger marks left from abuse.
Shui Ling glanced at Jiang Lan, only to see her face flushed red, her eyes bloodshot, and she knew something was wrong. As expected, Jiang Lan suddenly broke free from Shui Ling's grasp, leaping up like a cheetah. She rushed to the man carrying Sheng Hongyu, slashing his neck with a single blow. Before he fell, she caught Sheng Hongyu, lifting her unconscious body towards Shui Ling.
"Take Sister Hong and run—"
Having run out of ammunition during the breakout, Jiang Lan could only fight with her fists and feet, forcing the men to break through her defenses. Meanwhile, the guards at the outpost had been alerted and rushed out with their weapons.
Shui Ling hesitated for a moment. Outnumbered and with Sheng Hongyu still unconscious, the disparity in strength was too great; she had no chance to help Jiang Lan escape. If they didn't leave immediately, none of the three would escape. Gritting her teeth, Shui Ling rolled down the slope with Sheng Hongyu in her arms. She didn't want Jiang Lan's impulsive yet admirable action to be in vain.
Watching Shui Ling disappear into the distance, Jiang Lan smiled slightly. Without Sheng Hongyu, she couldn't have personally killed Tang Qiang, who had raped her and was also her father's murderer. In her heart, Sheng Hongyu was closer than family; for her, she would sacrifice everything without hesitation.
The enemy had already fanned out, surrounding her completely. Jiang Lan was skilled in shooting and demolition, and although her hand-to-hand combat skills had been honed by Sheng Hongyu, she could handle two or three people without a problem, but she was no match for more than a dozen well-trained soldiers. The Indonesian soldiers didn't fire either. In this desolate wilderness, women were more precious than gold. Although one had just escaped, another was immediately coming their way; they were determined to capture her alive.
A heavy kick landed on Jiang Lan's thigh. Exhausted, she stumbled back several steps, tripped over an overgrown vine, and fell to the ground with a thud, unable to get up for a moment.
The men around her drew ever closer. A nightmare from five years ago gripped her heart like a giant hand, suffocating her. She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose death to defend her dignity.
Jiang Lan pulled out her last grenade from her pocket, pulled the pin, and stared contemptuously at the approaching enemies. The air froze. The surrounding enemies were shocked by her suicidal act. Jiang Lan closed her eyes with a smile. Though she felt a lingering attachment to the world, she had no regrets.
In that final moment, Jiang Lan felt a sharp pain in her wrist. The man closest to her had kicked her wrist precisely, sending the grenade flying in an arc.
With a deafening explosion, the men, like wolves, swarmed forward, pinning her to the ground. Her courage in dying alongside the enemy made them no longer dare to underestimate their opponent.
Through the smoke, the outpost captain, his eyes bloodshot, charged forward, pistol in hand. The grenade, though it hadn't seriously injured him, had sent his younger brother to his death; the pain of losing a loved one fueled his uncontrollable rage.
The cold barrel of the gun pressed against Jiang Lan's temple. Just as the captain was about to pull the trigger, a lieutenant beside him grabbed his hand. "Killing her like this is too easy. Let the brothers gang rape her first, then torture her to death."
Jiang Lan couldn't understand their words, but seeing the gun barrel lower, she knew what was about to happen. She shouted, "Kill me! Kill me if you dare!"
No one paid any attention to her cries. In this primeval jungle, humans were more savage than wild beasts.
Jiang Lan was carried into the outpost. Someone brought a cot, over a meter wide, from inside and placed it on the open ground. The men surrounded the cot.
Faced with the captured beauty, desire had clouded everyone's judgment. The men surrounding the bed lashed out at her from all sides, Jiang Lan's grass-green military uniform fluttering away like fallen leaves, her alluring ivory body rapidly exposed to the men's eyes. Although she knew she couldn't escape this fate, Jiang Lan still made a final stand, kicking away two men who were on top of her.
Her resistance ignited the soldiers' fury. "Hold her legs!" the captain ordered.
Taking advantage of their numbers, Jiang Lan's legs were pinned down by several men. The captain raised the butt of his rifle and slammed it down on Jiang Lan's knee. With a crisp "crack," bone broke, and Jiang Lan screamed in agony. Her kneecap was shattered. Then, her other knee suffered the same blow.
Severely injured, Jiang Lan lost her last ability to resist. Amidst the men's whistles and screams, the captain's penis brutally penetrated her. He grabbed Jiang Lan's breasts and thrust wildly.
Tears welled in Jiang Lan's eyes, her vision filled with the images of these irrational beasts. She endured the endless pain inflicted upon her by the men, the shame of being gang-raped again, and the shadow of death, like a giant hand gripping her already fragile heart.
Her body was flipped over, the pain from her already shattered knees hitting the bed intensifying. Then, another sharp pain shot through her anus as a large penis filled her entire vaginal opening. Jiang Lan's limbs convulsed, and she let out a series of shrill, miserable screams.
The man behind her gripped her bare, full buttocks tightly and began to thrust violently and rapidly!
His thick, hard penis moved in and out between her snow-white thighs, penetrating her tender anal flesh. A trickle of blood gradually flowed from her torn anus.
Jiang Lan's head was spinning. After the intense pain, she almost lost all feeling below her waist. Her round buttocks swayed uncontrollably from side to side with each thrust, and her full breasts shook violently. One man went down, and another took his place. She was manipulated into various positions and continuously raped by the men.
"Hurry up, I can't wait any longer," the captain, who had a blood feud with Jiang Lan for killing his brother, urged his men on.
Jiang Lan saw a strong murderous intent in his red eyes, and she knew that her young life might end at any moment. It would be a lie to say she wasn't afraid of death; she was only in her early twenties, how could she not cherish her life? But fate had pushed her to the brink of life and death, and now she had no choice.
After the last man got off Jiang Lan, she was bound to four wooden stakes in a spread-eagle position. The Indonesian torture of the stake was an extremely cruel punishment inflicted on adulterous women by the local indigenous people. A two- to three-foot-long wooden stick with a pointed tip and a rounded body was slowly inserted into the woman's vagina. The woman subjected to this punishment would suffer immense pain and slowly die.
"You killed my brother, now it's time for you to pay for your blood debt," the captain said viciously, shoving the stick into Jiang Lan's vagina. Because the stick was hastily found, the tip was thicker than a teacup, and it couldn't fit into Jiang Lan's narrow vagina. The captain stabbed several times with force, and Jiang Lan's vagina was instantly a bloody mess.
"Damn it!" the captain cursed, pulling out his dagger and thrusting it into Jiang Lan's vagina. He forcefully ripped open the vaginal opening and shoved the wooden stick inside. Jiang Lan, whose lower body was already numb, endured excruciating pain again. Her body arched, her fists clenched, and she screamed towards the sky. Seeing the woman who had just brought them pleasure in such agony, some of the surrounding men felt a pang of pity, and several of the more timid ones quickly left.
The captain's dagger flashed across Jiang Lan's chest, ripping off her two bright red nipples, which rolled onto the grass. Two jets of blood, each over a foot high, shot up from her snow-white breasts.
The captain's rifle butt pounded on the base of the wooden stick inserted into Jiang Lan's body, each strike pushing it forward several inches, and Jiang Lan's screams grew louder. Soon, the three-foot-long stick was more than halfway in; her uterus had been ruptured, and the stick was pushing further into her abdomen.
Jiang Lan had stopped screaming, her eyes gradually becoming dull and lifeless. Everyone could see that she was about to die, and the blood flowing from her body stained the green grass beneath her crimson.
"You can wait here to die slowly. Come on, let's go drink." The captain turned and left, and his men followed him.
(17) Cold Blade, Deep Affection (Continued)
The night was hazy, and a waning moon hung in the sky. The cold moonlight painted the earth with a desolate color. Sheng Hongyu and Shui Ling stood in front of Jiang Lan, who had already perished, bowing their heads in silence. At the deepest part of the night, Shui Ling and Sheng Hongyu broke into the enemy camp and, with their agile skills, successfully annihilated all sixteen enemies, most of whom met their demise in their sleep. But all of this could not save Jiang Lan's young life.
Gazing at the wounded corpse, Sheng Hongyu couldn't contain her grief. She knelt on one knee, plunging the blood-stained serrated dagger she held deep into the earth, sobbing uncontrollably, "Alan, I've avenged you. Rest in peace!"
Shui Ling was also shocked by this cruel reality. A young life had ended in such agony, and at that moment, she felt a fear she had never felt before. Suppressing her myriad emotions, she said to the tearful Sheng Hongyu, "Let's go. Time is too precious for us now."
Sheng Hongyu took off her coat, wrapped Jiang Lan's body in it, hoisted it onto her shoulder, and strode out of the military camp. Shui Ling silently followed behind her.
Outside the camp, Sheng Hongyu laid Jiang Lan down under a large rock, cut some pine branches, and covered her with them. "Jiang Lan, wait for me. I will definitely come back for you," she vowed silently.
The two carefully evaded the enemy search party and returned to the cave where Fiza was hiding. Upon seeing Sheng Hongyu obtain the radio, Fiza was overjoyed and eagerly stepped out of the cave to begin transmitting.
"Not ten hours, just eight hours, and my airborne division will be here, annihilating Habley in one fell swoop!" Fiza began to boast. A sense
of unease swept through Sheng Hongyu. She quickly climbed a tall tree and, looking into the distance, saw enemy torches moving, their target being their direction.
"Not good," she thought, leaping back to the ground. A thought flashed through her mind, and she shouted, "I suspect the enemy has planted a tracking device on Fiza! Commander Fiza, take off your clothes!"
With his life hanging in the balance, Fiza dared not be careless and quickly removed all his clothes, leaving only his underwear. Sheng Hongyu carefully examined his clothing but found nothing.
Fiza suddenly remembered something and said, "I remember once they gave me anesthesia. When I woke up, my inner thigh was numb and itchy, and there was a small lump."
Following his pointing, Sheng Hongyu indeed found a small lump on the inside of Fiza's right thigh. She pressed it, pulled out a dagger, and said, "Commander Fiza, you have to bear the pain." The dagger flashed, and a metal ball slightly larger than a grain of rice landed in Sheng Hongyu's palm.
Fiza gritted his teeth in pain, and Jiang Tingting quickly tore off a long strip of cloth to bandage him.
"Our whereabouts have been exposed. I just saw the enemy surrounding us from all sides. The only way is for me to use this tracker to lure away the enemy pursuers. You all should stay where you are. This cave is very well hidden; it's hard to spot even during the day." Sheng Hongyu's solution was the only feasible option.
"I'll go lure the enemy away!" Jiang Tingting said.
“You can’t do it. You have too little experience fighting the enemy, and you’ve injured your foot. You’ll be captured by the enemy if you can’t get out of the encirclement, and you won’t be able to lure the enemy away.” Sheng Hongyu was half telling the truth, and half saying that the operation was too dangerous, and she didn’t want Jiang Tingting to suffer the same fate.
“I’ll go. When I came back just now, I saw you could barely walk
. How can you lure the enemy away? I’m the most suitable.” Shui Ling suddenly said. Sheng Hongyu’s energy and physical strength were indeed at their limit. Any other woman who had been raped by more than a hundred men would not be able to walk, but Sheng Hongyu really didn’t want Shui Ling to take the risk.
“Don’t say anything more, it’s decided.” Shui Ling snatched the tracking device from Sheng Hongyu’s hand and threw it into the dark night. “
Shui Ling, remember that Fiza’s troops will arrive in eight hours. Don’t give up easily. I’ll wait for you to come back.” Sheng Hongyu shouted after Shui Ling’s back.

"What? You failed to intercept him? Bastards, I'll kill you all!" Hajiri cursed into the walkie-talkie, staring at the tracking screen on his device. The small, flashing dot had once again escaped his encirclement.
Fidi, standing nearby, said slyly, "Hajri, that old guy can't escape. I know this area best. The road he took is a dead end. As long as we stick close behind, he won't be able to get away."
Hajiri's eyes lit up. "You're more familiar with this area. You lead the way. This time, we can't let him get away again."
In these towering mountains, all modern transportation was useless; they had to rely solely on their own two legs. Fidi had been traveling for most of the night, and although exhausted, he had to force himself to keep running.
...
Shui Ling leaned against a large tree, panting heavily. From the moment she set foot in Indonesia, she hadn't had a good night's sleep. Being captured twice, and nearly raped twice, pierced her heart like a small knife. This wasn't Hong Kong, after all. Facing the ferocious army, she felt for the first time how weak she was, especially after witnessing the brutal murder of Jiang Lan. This bloody scene left an indelible mark on her heart, a mark she hadn't even realized had torn a small hole in her once unwavering will.
After running for over three hours, passing through three enemy lines, Shui Ling's strength was almost completely exhausted. The enemy wasn't far away; only by continuing forward could she have a chance of survival. Before escaping again, Shui Ling hesitated for a moment, threw the tracking device into the grass, and began to run frantically.
Surrounding her were cliffs dozens of meters high, with only one straight path leading forward. Dragging her weary legs, Shui Ling didn't know that what lay ahead was a dead end.
...Hajiri
, clutching the tracker his men had retrieved from the bushes, said with a grim face, "Fidi, we've been tricked! I just couldn't understand how that old guy could run so fast and break through our encirclement."
Fidi cried out anxiously, "What do we do now? This vast mountain range, where are we supposed to look?"
Hajiri pondered for a moment, then said, "The tracker lost and regained signal at the same location. I reckon they must have found a cave, rendering the tracker ineffective. I think they're still in the same spot. I'll take some men back now; you take a platoon and continue the chase to catch the person who tricked us and find some clues on him." ...
Shui
Ling ran to the end of the road and gasped. Ahead lay a cliff dozens of meters high, with no path ahead, and the pursuers were getting closer and closer.
Shui Ling took a deep breath, removed her camouflage uniform, riddled with holes from being scratched by tree branches, stretched her numb limbs, and then began her run-up. She sprinted to the edge of the cliff, leaped, and grabbed a protruding rock, clinging to the almost 90-degree angle like a gecko. She had systematically studied rock climbing and loved the sport; in several competitions, even professional climbers had been defeated by her. But this wasn't a sport, nor a competition, but a life-or-death challenge. Even she herself wasn't confident she could climb this nearly 100-meter-high cliff with only a dagger.
Shui Ling carefully searched for footholds and gaps between herself and the cliff face. After climbing about ten meters, her strength was nearing its limit. At this moment, Fidi had already arrived at the bottom of the cliff with his entire group.
Fidi and his men searched the bottom for a while but found nothing, becoming increasingly frustrated. He hadn't expected anyone to be able to climb the cliff with their bare hands.
"Let's go," Fidi said, preparing to return.
Seeing them preparing to leave, Shui Ling was overjoyed. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, her foot slipped, and the rock beneath her shifted. In desperation, she inserted her dagger into a crevice to steady herself, but the rock loosened and rolled away with a loud thud.
Shui Ling cursed inwardly; sure enough, more than ten powerful flashlights shone directly on her, leaving her nowhere to hide.
Although they were more than ten meters apart, Fidi immediately recognized the girl in the white vest, suspended in mid-air, as more striking than any of the women he had captured before. He waved for his soldiers not to fire, and said in broken Chinese, "Girl, you've been spotted. Come down quickly; we won't hurt you."
Shui Ling was filled with despair. If she had just held on for five more minutes, she could have escaped this ordeal, but now she was like a caged beast, with no way to escape.
Fidi called out a few times, and seeing that she showed no intention of coming down, he grabbed a K47 submachine gun and fired more than twenty rounds at Shui Ling's head.
Even the toughest person would be terrified if bullets were flying at their head less than a meter away, and Shui Ling was no exception. Her ears were ringing, and the fear of death overwhelmed her once again. Before Fidi had finished firing, her hand slipped, and she plummeted downwards. Upon landing, a sharp pain shot through her right leg, and she collapsed to the ground
, unable to rise. The enemy quickly surrounded her, seven or eight dark gun barrels pressed against her. Shui Ling was roughly dragged up, her hands tied behind her back, and a thick rope wrapped around her neck and body several times, binding her tightly. Fidi pushed through the crowd and walked to Shui Ling's side. She was indeed a stunning beauty, her angelic face and devilish figure perfectly combined, enough to steal any man's soul.
"Who are you?"
"What is your relationship with Fiza?"
"Where is Fiza now?"
Fidi asked several times in succession, and Shui Ling answered with silence.
Fidi's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his face darkening. He pulled a three-finger-wide leather belt from his waist, and the two men holding Shui Ling's shoulders quickly released their grip and stepped aside.
Shui Ling staggered, a sharp pain shooting through her right ankle. She endured it, bracing herself on her toes as she shakily straightened up. Fidi, still holding the belt, pointed at her, swaying like a willow in the wind, and shouted, "You still won't talk, huh!" Seeing that she didn't answer, the belt whistled as it struck her right arm, leaving a long red mark on her alabaster skin. Shui Ling didn't flinch or utter a sound. Her tightly furrowed brows conveyed her pain, but her furious eyes also showed that she wouldn't yield.
Fidi showed no mercy, lashing her body with the belt like a storm. With each lash, shocking welts appeared on Shui Ling's skin. Her white vest quickly tore to shreds, but thankfully she was wearing a bra, so the belt's grazes on her chest didn't directly harm her breasts.
Fidi swung the belt, feeling a strange pleasure with each strike. His inherently cruel nature led him to derive pleasure from torturing women, and this was no exception. Although he longed to pin her down and unleash his increasingly intense desire, this was a critical moment. He knew all too well the dire consequences if Fiza escaped, so he hoped to use this most direct method to pry open her mouth.
Soon, Shui Ling's body was covered in welts, her already tattered military trousers reduced to shorts, revealing her alluring legs.
"Ah!" Shui Ling cried out in pain, falling heavily onto the hard rock. Fidi had kicked her injured right leg, and she could no longer maintain her balance.
“You can finally talk! I thought you were mute.” Fidi sat on her left lap, grabbed her right foot, and took off her shoes. Sure enough, her ankle was swollen.
“Falling from such a height, you twisted your ankle. Let me help you move it around.” Fidi grabbed her soft foot and twisted it hard, making her already injured right foot even worse.
Shui Ling cried out in pain again, her face pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down her forehead. Seeing that this trick worked quite well, Fidi
grabbed her slender foot and twisted it wildly, until Shui Ling almost fainted from the pain.
“Now you remember where Fiza is, right?” Fidi released her foot and grabbed the strap of her bra. Shui Ling involuntarily sat up, and because the bra strap was pulled, most of her left breast was in Fidi’s view.
"Oh—" Fiza exclaimed in surprise, his attention immediately drawn to Shui Ling's breasts, which were much larger than those of most women. He impatiently reached out with his other hand, grabbed the other bra strap, and pulled down with both hands simultaneously, ripping Shui Ling's bra up to her waist. Her full, firm breasts were once again exposed to all the men. With ropes wrapped around her breasts above and below, Shui Ling's breasts protruded even more dramatically, causing all the men around to hold their breath, their gazes fixed on her perfect breasts.
The fierce light in Fiza's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a burning desire that grew stronger and stronger. This wasn't the first time Shui Ling had seen this look in his eyes. Sure enough, Fiza straddled Shui Ling's lower abdomen, reaching out to firmly grasp the tip of her breast, pinching her large, red-bean-sized nipple between his fingers and kneading it vigorously. He felt the smooth texture, and an electric-like pleasure surged through his body.
Perhaps it was the allure of Shui Ling's breasts that made Fydi pull down his pants, his erect penis plunging into her deep cleavage. He gripped the outer sides of her breasts, his penis sandwiched between them like a sausage between two buns.
"Ugh—" Fydi knelt down, moaning with extreme pleasure, his penis thrusting rapidly between her tightly squeezed breasts.
This way of being humiliated by a man was something Shui Ling had never imagined. Her breasts were gripped painfully, and the bulging, snake-like glans repeatedly broke through the confines of her breasts, brazenly appearing before her eyes, filling her with indescribable disgust and shame.
Her body was pressed tightly against her, and Shui Ling began to feel short of breath. She gasped for air, her mouth wide open. Fydi noticed her open mouth and thrust his penis forcefully into her red lips, but then cried out in pain and withdrew, because Shui Ling had bitten off the penis that had entered her mouth.
"Damn it, you dare bite me!" Consumed by lust, Fidi pulled out a pistol and pressed it against her temple. The exquisite moment he had just experienced in her mouth had overwhelmed him.
"Open your mouth and lick it properly, or I'll kill you!" Fidi roared in Indonesian, pressing his penis against her lips.
Although she couldn't understand his words, Shui Ling understood his meaning, but how could her pride yield to her enemy?
"Bang!" Fidi fired a shot near Shui Ling's ear. The deafening sound pierced her eardrums, her blood freezing instantly. The shadow of death once again enveloped her mind, filling her with an overwhelming fear.
The dark muzzle of the gun was once again pressed against her brow. Instinct told Shui Ling that if she didn't satisfy his demands, he, blinded by lust, would shoot. "Am I going to die like this? No—" Shui Ling cried out in her heart, her will beginning to waver.
"Crack!" Fidi pulled the trigger, the sound like a death knell striking Shui Ling's no longer invincible heart.
"No—" At this last moment, Shui Ling finally opened her tightly closed pearly teeth, and the waiting penis seized the opportunity to enter her mouth. Shui Ling's eyes widened; the penis that had entered her mouth was smelly and hard, pressing against her throat, making her extremely nauseous.
Fiza summoned a henchman, who held Shui Ling's head and brought her mouth close to her breasts. Fiza pulled his penis out of Shui Ling's mouth and re-inserted it between her breasts, then began thrusting between her mouth and breasts. Shui Ling had lost the courage to resist any longer, letting his penis go in and out of her mouth. Soon, a viscous liquid entered her mouth, followed by Fiza's semen shooting all over her head and face.
Shui Ling couldn't help but cry out, "Mmm-mmm." Satisfied, Fiza repeated his old trick, threatening to kill her if she didn't reveal Fiza's whereabouts. Faced with this crucial matter, Shui Ling stood firm, preferring death to speaking, leaving Fiza helpless.
Afterwards: Fidi escorted Shui Ling back, but they encountered Disia on the way. To save Shui Ling, Disia sacrificed herself along with Fidi. At this time, Fiza's troops had arrived, and Sheng Hongyu, Fiza, and Jiang Tingting finally escaped danger at the last minute. In the enemy camp, the bodies of Ying Ying and Ruan Shaojun were found, and Sheng Hongyu was devastated.
Shui Ling survived the ordeal and successfully rescued Shu Yiping. She bid farewell to Sheng Hongyu with her injuries and returned to Hong Kong. Sheng Hongyu remained in Indonesia to assist Fiza in fighting against Hablay.
Although Ding Fei had arrived in Indonesia, Hablay was stubborn and refused to let him participate in the operation. In a fit of anger, Ding Fei also returned to Hong Kong and began to plan a new operation.

Surrounded by Enemies, Chapter 1

: Driving a Wolf into a Tiger's Den.
"I'm back." Fu Ai, a reporter from the Ming Pao News Department, opened the door and entered the house. The moment she turned on the light, a masked man in black jumped out from behind the door, a gleaming dagger held to her slender neck.
Fu Yuan's mouth gaped open, terrified by the sudden shock. She saw the inner room door wide open, and her parents lying on the floor, bound like dumplings.
A tall, masked man in black stood up from the living room sofa and walked towards her.
"You...you mustn't hurt them! You want money, right? I..." Fu Yuan was convinced they were robbers, thinking that if she was willing to pay, she might escape.
"Shut up! If you want to live, you have to do as I say," the man in black interrupted her.
Fu Yuan nodded frantically, repeatedly saying, "Yes, yes."
"You're good friends with Ji Xiaoyun from the interview department," the man in black said.
Fu Yuan didn't immediately understand his meaning, so she truthfully replied, "We're quite familiar with each other, we get along well."
"You should know her phone number," the man in black continued.
"Yes," Fu Yuan dared not lie.
"Now call her and tell her to come here. Once she arrives, I'll release you," the man in black added.
"What do you want with her? Do you have a grudge against her?" Before Fu Yuan could finish speaking, the person behind her pulled hard, and a dagger sliced through her delicate skin at her neck. The chill ran through her entire body. Fu Yuan quickly said, "I'll hit her, I'll hit her."
The dagger that had terrified her was finally withdrawn. Fu Yuan touched the wound; blood was already seeping out. She walked to the telephone, picked it up, and began to dial.
"You're frightened, so your speech might be a little slurred. Take your time. Don't worry, as long as you get Ji Xiaoyun here, we won't harm your whole family," the man in black said in a relatively polite tone.
"I know, I know." Hearing them say this, Fu Yuan felt a little relieved. She picked up the phone and dialed a number.
The call was quickly connected. Fu Yuan followed their instructions and asked Ji Xiaoyun to come to her house. Ji Xiaoyun told her she was in Yuen Long and would arrive in about an hour.
Fu Yuan put down the phone and whispered, "She'll be here in an hour."
One of the men in black nodded in satisfaction, pulled out a walkie-talkie, and said, "The prey will be here in an hour. All units, prepare."
Fu Yuan found their actions very strange, like a scene from a police drama, and couldn't help but ask, "You guys aren't police, are you?"
The man in black laughed loudly, "Second brother, this little chick says we're police, isn't that hilarious?"
These two were Fang Jun and Fang Min, the Black Wind Duo, under Ren Yuantian of the Black Dragon Society's Earthly Fiend Hall. In their early years on the mainland, they had learned martial arts and the Black Fiend Palm from a wandering monk, and were rarely defeated. Due to their many evil deeds, they fled to Hong Kong five years ago and were recruited by Ren Yuantian as his subordinates, becoming the Earthly Fiend Hall's ace assassins. Because the Black Dragon Society had sent people to ambush Ji Xiaoyun several times, but all attempts had failed, Ren Yuantian recommended the two to deal with Ji Xiaoyun. The two were dismissive of this mission, thinking that it was a waste of their talents to deal with a mere reporter, but they dared not disobey orders.
Fang Min laughed and said, "Miss, you're wrong. We're not police officers, we're the police's nemesis."
Fu Yuan was getting more and more confused, so she could only smile and say, "Please have a seat, would you like me to get you some fruit?"
Fang Min glanced at her sideways and said, "Brother, this chick's looks are average,
but her figure is pretty good. How about we warm up a bit?" Fang Jun knew his brother's lecherous nature. This reporter named Fu Yuan, while not a stunning beauty, was still youthful and attractive with a well-proportioned figure. He immediately said, "You decide."
With his brother's approval, Fang Min swiftly picked up Fu Yuan and threw her onto the mahogany dining table in the center of the living room.
"Let me go, help—" Fu Yuan hadn't expected the man who had been so polite and promised to let her go to assault her. She frantically waved her hands and kicked her legs, screaming loudly.
Fang Min's large, fan-like hand gripped her neck. "If you scream again, I'll strangle you." Fang Min's large hand, honed from practicing the Black Demon Palm technique, squeezed her fragile neck, making a cracking sound. Fu Yuan was immediately in so much pain that she couldn't breathe, her face flushed red from suffocation.
Just as Fu Yuan was about to faint from lack of oxygen, Fang Min loosened his grip slightly and said, "Don't make me unhappy again, or I'll snap your beautiful neck."
As Fang Min began to slowly remove her clothes, Fu Yuan no longer dared to resist. She whimpered, letting Fang Min's hands grope her naked body.
"Please, let me go," Fu Yuan pleaded through her tears, but the groans of the weak could not move Fang Min's heart of stone. The Black Dragon Society believed in the principle of "might makes right," and the strong were kings and the weak were outlaws. No member of the Black Dragon Society would show the slightest sympathy for the weak.
"Little girl, save your energy. Scream louder when I'm fucking you!" Fang Min's middle finger parted the slit of Fu Yuan's private parts and inserted it directly into her secret place. Fu Yuan's body convulsed, and her narrow secret place sucked his finger like a small mouth. "Ah, that feels good!" Fang Min exclaimed, pressing his thumb against the clitoris of her secret place, rubbing it with both fingers simultaneously, causing Fu Yuan to scream repeatedly and tremble violently.
The two elderly people in the room, watching their beloved daughter being humiliated, were already in tears, their hearts breaking, but their hands and feet were bound, and their mouths were stuffed with cloth, rendering them unable to speak. They watched helplessly as the masked man's enormous penis slowly entered their daughter's body, listening to her heart-wrenching cries of despair, their grief and anger indescribable. Fu Yuan's father, Fu Zhenglin, could not withstand the intense stimulation; his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
"God, why don't you open your eyes and save my daughter!" Fu Yuan's mother cried out in despair.
At this moment, a gentle breeze swept through, and a young woman in a purple dress appeared in the room. She was about twenty years old, with long, flowing hair and delicate features, but her round face, somewhat disproportionate to her features, was dotted with freckles, adding a touch of disappointment. Her eyes were her most striking feature, shining like the brightest stars in the Milky Way, deep and captivating, unforgettable at first sight. These mesmerizing eyes added a touch of brilliance to her otherwise ordinary appearance. Her figure was far more striking than her looks. Standing at about 1.65 meters tall, her slender, upright shoulders perfectly conformed to modern aesthetic trends. Her snow-white, translucent skin, her arms as delicate as tender lotus roots, her undulating breasts, and her slender waist all outlined a figure with distinctly Eastern feminine beauty. Even the most discerning person could find no flaw.
The girl's face was frosty, her beautiful eyes blazing with nameless fire. "Shameless scoundrel, get out of my way!" she snapped, and with a flick of her hand, Fang Min was sent flying like a sack of lightning against the living room wall. With a muffled thud, he crashed into the wall and slid to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
"Ji Xiaoyun..." Fu Yuan cried out, not having time to think about how Ji Xiaoyun had so easily knocked the villain down like a rolling gourd. She jumped off the table, not even bothering to dress, and ran to Ji Xiaoyun's side as fast as she could, grabbing her clothes. "Xiaoyun, save me..." Overwhelmed with fear, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.
Fang Jun pulled out his walkie-talkie and called his men outside. Ji Xiaoyun didn't stop him, coldly looking at him and saying, "No need to bother anymore. There are seven men outside, and none of them can get up now."
Seeing this seemingly frail girl so easily injure her brother with a flick of her wrist and then silently eliminate the seven men outside, Fang Jun was utterly horrified. He suddenly remembered the old monk who had taught them martial arts saying when they parted: "Don't think your martial arts are very high. Chinese martial arts are profound and extensive. What I taught you was only external martial arts, and only the basics. If you encounter a true master one day, you might not even be able to withstand a single move. You two brothers must remember never to be reckless or fight."
The two men initially remembered the old monk's words, but years passed, and they never encountered the true master the monk spoke of, gradually forgetting them. Later, they met Ren Yuantian, who defeated them in just five moves during a sparring match, showing them for the first time what a master was. But now, this Ji Xiaoyun seemed to be even more skilled than Ren Yuantian. Fang Jun's
expression was uncertain; he wanted to attack, yet dared not, his heart filled with extreme conflict.
"Fu Yuan, don't be afraid." Ji Xiaoyun ignored Fang Jun, bending down to comfort the still trembling Fu Yuan, saying, "Go into the inner room first. I'm here, everything will be alright."
After Fu Yuan rushed into the inner room, Ji Xiaoyun faced Fang Jun again, coldly saying, "You brothers have committed quite a few evil deeds on the mainland. If you can withstand even one of my fingers today, I'll spare your life." As she spoke, she raised her arm, her slender index finger pointing at Fang Jun.
Drawn by her aura, Fang Jun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, but upon hearing that he only needed to block one of her fingers, his will to survive surged. He refused to believe that with his formidable martial arts skills and Black Fiend Palm technique, he couldn't withstand a single move from her.
Fang Jun raised his entire body's power to its limit, his face blazing with black energy, his hands and forearms turning purplish-black and doubling in size.
Ji Xiaoyun's lips curled into a contemptuous smile as she said in a deep voice, "Ready? Take this." Without any apparent movement, her body floated up lightly, and she thrust one finger towards Fang Jun's forehead.
The powerful, invisible aura pressed down on Fang Jun, giving him no chance to dodge. The beautiful woman's jade finger transformed into a death warrant before Fang Jun's eyes, and he realized then that he couldn't even withstand a single move. Driven by the will to survive, Fang Jun made a final, desperate struggle. He placed his left hand on his right wrist, concentrating all his power in his right palm, preparing to block her finger strike.
The instant his palm touched his fingertips, Fang Jun cried out in pain. A series of sharp cracking sounds rang out as he clearly felt his arm bones breaking inch by inch. A chilling, bone-piercing force surged through his arm's meridians, penetrating his body. His martial arts skills were utterly ineffective against this energy.
"Is this really the end for me?" Fang Jun's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll.
Ji Xiaoyun slowly withdrew her finger. She had used seventy percent of her "Frosty True Force" in that strike, but his resistance was stronger than she had anticipated. Fang Jun survived the injury, but after healing, his martial arts skills would be reduced to less than half their former strength. Ji Xiaoyun was not a bloodthirsty person. Although the two brothers deserved to die, she still didn't finish them off, even though they were barely alive. This act of mercy, however, sowed the seeds of future shame and disgrace.
Fu Yuan and her daughter helped the newly awakened Fu Zhenglin out. "Thank you, benefactor," the two elders knelt before Ji Xiaoyun.
Ji Xiaoyun quickly helped the elderly couple up, her face filled with remorse. "It's my fault for dragging your daughter into this. I was too late, and Xiaoyuan was humiliated. I'm so sorry." She knew she could no longer appear as a Ming Pao reporter, otherwise she would harm more innocent people.
After speaking, Ji Xiaoyun picked up the phone and called the police. She sighed softly and left Fu Yuan's family, who were still weeping.
After leaving Fu Yuan's house, Ji Xiaoyun took a handbag from a private safe deposit box at HSBC Bank. She didn't go home; instead, she wandered around the streets to make sure she wasn't being followed. Then she found an ordinary hotel and booked a room.
Ji Xiaoyun took a small bottle from her handbag, poured out some semi-transparent liquid, and applied it evenly to her face. Soon, her previously smooth face developed small bumps, looking somewhat frightening. She got up and went to the bathroom, poured a basin of hot water, submerged her face in the water, and rubbed her cheeks with her hands. The bumps on her face began to dissolve in the water. When Ji Xiaoyun was lifted out of the water, she had changed completely. Her round face had become an oval face, and her freckles had disappeared. She was now breathtakingly beautiful.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Ji Xiaoyun's lips, instantly enhancing her beauty and allure. It's natural for young girls to love beauty, but in the two years she'd been in Hong Kong, she hadn't revealed her true face. During those two years, she had adopted three different identities, appearing with three completely different looks. She used a disguise powder newly developed by the "Phoenix" organization. This powder, when applied to the face, perfectly matched the skin color, was water-resistant, highly breathable, and could easily alter one's appearance.
The "Phoenix" organization, after thousands of years of evolution, still centered on ancient martial arts. Various extraordinary skills emerged within the organization, and the "Frosty True Qi" that Ji Xiaoyun practiced was just one of them. The organization's highest martial art was the "Phoenix Divine
Skill" from the "Phoenix Manual," far beyond the reach of a "Young Phoenix" level warrior like Ji Xiaoyun. Even so, because ancient martial arts had been passed down for thousands of years, coupled with rapid technological advancements, those proficient in this art were becoming increasingly rare. Therefore, from the beginning of her missions, Ji Xiaoyun had rarely encountered a worthy opponent.
Entering modern society, the "Phoenix" organization, while maintaining its ancient martial arts, has also continuously expanded into modern technology. Several members of the "Phoenix" organization reside within the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and the disguise powder is one of the high-tech products researched by the Academy.
Due to the emergence of the Black Emperor and his expanding global influence, the "Phoenix" organization has taken on the responsibility of stopping his ambition to dominate the world. "Phoenix" warriors have been dispatched globally to fight the Black Emperor, resulting in a severe shortage of manpower. Therefore, for the past two years, she has been the only one in Hong Kong dealing with the Black Dragon Society. She successfully thwarted three assassination attempts by the Black Dragon Society against the Chief Executive and assassinated two leaders of the Black Dragon Society's branches, thus curbing the Black Dragon Society's ambition to completely occupy Hong Kong. However, her individual strength is ultimately limited, and with the Black Dragon Society's overseas reinforcements constantly arriving, she is already feeling exhausted.
Ji Xiaoyun filled the bathtub with hot water, slowly removing her clothes. The mirror vaguely reflected her pure, flawless, and beautiful naked body, dazzlingly beautiful.
Ji Xiaoyun sank into the hot water, feeling extremely comfortable, and couldn't help but feel a sense of languor. A moment later, her eyes sparkled with starlight in the water. Tomorrow, she would appear in Hong Kong with a completely new identity and an unfamiliar face. The battle had only just begun.
Chapter 1 Driving Wolves into Tigers (Continued)
Yan Lanyin arrived at the police station early as usual, and was greeted by Guo Yanni in the lobby.
"Sister Lanyin, you're here so early." Guo Yanni greeted her with a smile.
"Good morning." Yan Lanyin replied, her smile forced, her expression somewhat haggard.
"Do you know? Sister Shuiling came back yesterday, and Shu Yiping came back too. Sister Shuiling said she'd like to get together properly sometime." Guo Yanni told her the good news.
"Really?" A genuine smile finally appeared on Yan Lanyin's pale face. Since the last failed operation, she and Shuiling had become estranged. But despite this, Shuiling's solo trip to Indonesia to rescue Shu Yiping made her worry about Shuiling's safety, after all, they were sisters who had fought side by side.
"How about this, let's go to Sister Shuiling's house together tonight." Guo Yanni knew there was some awkwardness between her and Shuiling, and she wanted to take this opportunity to clear up the misunderstanding.
Yan Lanyin thought for a moment, then said with difficulty, "Today won't work. Zhengwei is coming back from Japan today. He's been away on business for over half a month, and it might not be appropriate for me to be away tonight!"
Guo Yanni playfully stuck out her tongue, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? No problem, we'll go tomorrow."
Yan Lanyin readily agreed. "It's settled then. I'm going to get back to work." Guo Yanni said goodbye to Yan Lanyin and left.
Watching Guo Yanni leave, Yan Lanyin's smile faded. She entered the elevator and went to her office on the 8th floor.
Entering her office, Yan Lanyin couldn't concentrate on her work. Instead, she went to the altar on the left side of the room, where a statue of Guan Yu was enshrined, clasped her hands together, and a string of crystal tears welled up in her eyes. Only she knew the bitterness in her heart.
To free her younger sister from the clutches of the Black Dragon Society, she had secretly sent Yan Feixue to study in Switzerland. Two weeks ago, the day after Zhengwei left on business, she received a call from the Swiss Academy of Fine Arts, informing her that her younger sister, Yan Feixue, had suddenly disappeared. Yan Lanyin was immediately thrown into a panic.
That evening, she received a call from Li Quan, the general manager of Zhentian Company, who said he had news of her sister and invited her to his house that night. Yan Lanyin went to the meeting on time. At Li Quan's house, she drank a beverage laced with a sedative and was raped by Li Quan. After regaining consciousness, Li Quan revealed his hideous face, telling her that Yan Feixue was in their hands and that only by obediently becoming his sex slave could Yan Feixue's safety be guaranteed. Deeply attached to her sister, Yan Lanyin had no choice but to agree to Li Quan's demands.
For the past two weeks, Yan Lanyin had spent the night at Li Quan's house every three days. Each time, Li Quan would give her a secret aphrodisiac made with "Seven Emotions Flower." After each dose, Yan Lanyin would lose her rationality, becoming like the most wanton harlot, allowing Li Quan to play with her at will. But after the drug wore off, the last embers of her unyielding spirit still sustained Yan Lanyin's beliefs. Li Quan had trained her for fifteen days, yet he still hadn't turned her into a complete sex slave.
Yesterday, Tex and his two black friends came to Li Quan's house. All night long, Li Quan and the three black men repeatedly raped Yan Lanyin, who had taken an overdose of "Seven Emotions Flower," until dawn.
Thinking of the painful memories of the past ten days, Yan Lanyin wept uncontrollably. She staggered to her office chair, slumped her head on the desk, and drifted off to sleep.
She didn't know how much time had passed when a series of urgent knocks on the door startled her awake. She quickly wiped away her tears and looked up, saying, "Come in."
The door opened, and in came Inspector Liu Liwei from the Major Crimes Unit.
"Inspector Liu, what can I do for you?" Seeing him enter, Yan Lanyin had to respond politely.
Liu Liwei grinned, his mouthful of yellow teeth making his already unsightly face even more unpleasant.
He sat down opposite Yan Lanyin with a nonchalant air, and said mysteriously, "I came here today mainly to ask Officer Yan to help me analyze a case. Hmm, you look terrible, you're sweating profusely."
"We're not in the same department, you should discuss your case with your colleagues," Yan Lanyin said irritably. She had no interest in discussing any case with him. She had always despised people like Liu Liwei—incompetent, greedy, and lecherous. His various misdeeds were known throughout the police station, but because he relied on his uncle, Deputy Chief Liu Rihui, many people dared not offend him and had to turn a blind eye.
"This case isn't ordinary; you'll definitely be interested," Liu Liwei said, his eyes narrowed to slits, trying to appear mysterious, but this only disgusted Yan Lanyin more.
Yan Lanyin sat down in the chair behind the desk, waved her hand, and gestured for him to leave. She really didn't want to get entangled with this scoundrel; whatever he said, she would let him leave after he finished.
Liu Liwei coughed, cleared his throat, straightened his back, and said, "There were two sisters who relied on each other since childhood. The older sister became a policewoman. During an operation, the plan failed, and the younger sister was kidnapped by criminals and raped by several men. To rescue her sister, the older sister ventured into the lion's den alone, sacrificing her body to get her sister back."
"You—" Liu Liwei's words struck Yan Lanyin like a bolt from the blue, leaving her mind in chaos.
Liu Liwei continued, "The older sister sent her younger sister abroad, but unexpectedly, the younger sister still fell into the hands of bad guys. To protect her only remaining family member from harm, the older sister had no choice but to endure humiliation and become the criminals' sex slave. Officer Yan, do you know who this older sister is?"
"What do you want?" Yan Lanyin's face was as white as paper, her hands and feet were ice-cold. She braced herself on the table, trying her best to calm herself down. Liu Liwei had hit her sore spot.
"Don't be nervous. I've long admired Inspector Yan, but we weren't meant to be before. Today, fate has given me the chance to be with her, and I, Liu, can't let it slip by. Of course, I will do my utmost to help with your sister's matter and ensure her safety." Liu Liwei took out a stack of photos from his bag and threw them on the table.
Yan Lanyin stared at the photos on the table, utterly unable to believe that the wanton woman in the pictures was herself. Under the control of drugs, she had no idea what she had done. She never imagined that Li Quan had photographed all the scenes of her promiscuity after taking the drugs. These shocking photos robbed Yan Lanyin of her last shred of courage to resist.
Liu Liwei knew that the beauty before him had succumbed. Unable to conceal his excitement, he stood up, ran to the door, locked it, and then skipped over to Yan Lanyin, who was slumped in a leather swivel chair, her forehead beaded with cold sweat and panting heavily.
"Don't look so miserable. Look at yourself in the photos, how happy you are. I, Liu Liwei, know best how to make a woman happy. I guarantee I'll make you feel like you're in heaven." Liu Liwei flipped a button on the side of the swivel chair, turning the backrest from a right angle to a 45-degree angle.
"Let me guess, what color are Inspector Yan's underwear today? White? Shouldn't it be pink? Pink suits you best!" Liu Liwei said, lifting Yan Lanyin's legs and draping them over the armrests of the chair. He lifted her dark blue pencil skirt and peered inside. "Ha, wrong guess, it's black. So sexy."
Although she had been humiliated several times, Yan Lanyin still found it particularly hard to accept. This was a police station, a place to punish evil, but now it had become the place where she was being raped. The Black Dragon Society's power was terrifying; not only could they easily kidnap her sister in Switzerland, but their henchmen were everywhere in the police station. All of this left Yan Lanyin with no hope of escaping this humiliation.
Yan Lanyin's gaze swept over a framed photo on the desk in front of her—a picture of herself and her husband. Another pang of pain shot through her heart. She had no conscience about submitting to Li Quan, but whenever she thought of her husband, a deep sense of guilt made her ashamed to face him.
Liu Liwei knelt down in front of the chair, lifting her skirt to her waist, exposing her shapely legs in flesh-colored stockings and black silk lace panties to his gaze.
"Even though you're someone else's wife, Inspector Yan's figure is still so well-maintained; no man wouldn't be tempted. Let me help you take off your stockings first." Liu Liwei's hands roamed over her thighs, slowly pulling off her stockings. A trickle of saliva escaped his lips, but he didn't notice.
Liu Liwei's hands moved from her calves to her thighs like playing the piano, his thumb pressing against her slightly raised vulva in the center of her thigh. He first gently stroked it up and down, then after a moment, he pressed his entire palm against it, roughly rubbing her vulva through the thin panties.
"Ugh—" Yan Lanyin whimpered. She suddenly felt something was wrong; his hands seemed to have magic power. She felt hot all over, an uncontrollable urge surging within her. This feeling was all too familiar. Every time this urge intensified, she would lose her mind, and afterwards, she would completely forget what she did. Li Quan, in order to train her into a true sex slave, had used the "Seven Emotions Flower" to disrupt her normal endocrine system. Now, as soon as her sensitive areas were stimulated, her lust would engulf her like a raging flood.
Seeing Yan Lanyin's reaction, Liu Liwei became even more excited. He picked up the scissors on the table and cut her panties in half, revealing her dark vulva, which aroused him greatly. He inserted his middle finger into her already wet vagina, while his thumb pressed and rubbed her engorged clitoris forcefully.
Amidst Yan Lanyin's almost weeping moans, Liu Liwei stood up, one hand still rapidly assaulting her genitals, the other unbuttoning his police uniform. In his excitement, many buttons were torn off, and with a "bang," Liu Liwei forcefully ripped off her bra and threw it on the ground.
Her snow-white breasts now appeared even more swollen. Liu Liwei lowered his head and took her already hard and erect nipples into his mouth.
"Oh!" Yan Lanyin cried out. Another sensitive area was stimulated, and she arched her back as if struck by electricity, her snow-white buttocks leaving the chair, swaying from side to side with Liu Liwei's fingers. The extremely pleasurable primal urge shattered Yan Lanyin's will.
Seeing the beauty's aroused desire, Liu Liwei could no longer restrain himself. He lifted Yan Lanyin's slender waist, laid her flat on the wide desk, and placed her thighs on his shoulders. His already erect penis thrust straight into her secret place! The moment his fingers withdrew, Yan Lanyin regained a brief moment of consciousness. With a hint of fear, she watched his penis slowly enter her body. The penis went deeper and deeper, and the sensual pleasure once again overwhelmed her reason. The last trace of shame, fear, rationality, and pride was completely taken away by the penis that penetrated to the deepest part of her body.
Amidst Yan Lanyin's frantic writhing, Liu Liwei only lasted two minutes before prematurely ejaculating inside her. The irrational Yan Lanyin was far from satisfied; she screamed in pain, rubbing her genitals with her hands. Seeing this, Liu Liwei took an imported electric dildo from his bag and inserted it into her. Yan Lanyin gripped one end of the dildo and writhed violently on the table, emitting extremely lewd sounds. The stimulation of this scene far surpassed any table dance in a nightclub. Liu Liwei lit a cigarette, sat in a chair, and watched with great interest this rare and passionate performance by a beautiful woman.
For a full ten minutes, Yan Lanyin finally stopped writhing and slowly regained her senses.
"Clap, clap, clap!" Liu Liwei clapped his hands and said, "Wonderful, wonderful, truly wonderful! Today I've had a feast for both the eyes and the palate. Such a wonderful performance is something I've never seen before in my life."
Yan Lanyin slowly pulled the still-vibrating vibrating dildo out of her vagina. The vibrating dildo was covered with the love fluid from her secret place. Her pretty face was sad. Although the past ten minutes were very vague in her mind, she knew from Liu Liwei's smug look that she had been raped by him and had made a fool of herself under the control of the aphrodisiac.
Yan Lanyin jumped off the table, a wave of dizziness forcing her to grab the edge. She pulled her torn shirt over her chest, covering her ravaged breasts, and coldly said, "Liu Liwei, you've got what you wanted. You can leave my office now."
"No, no, no!" Liu Liwei shook his index finger in front of her eyes. "How can one time satisfy a beauty like you?"
"What! You—" Yan Lanyin's eyes widened in anger. "Liu Liwei, don't push your luck."
Liu Liwei stood up abruptly, somewhat nervous. He knew that even ten of him couldn't defeat one of her. "Yan Lanyin, don't forget, your sister is still in our hands. If you don't obey us, hmph! And those photos, you don't want your husband and so many colleagues in the police station to see them, do you?"
"You!" Upon hearing Liu Liwei mention her sister, Yan Lanyin couldn't muster any more strength. Although she knew that even if she were completely subservient to Li Quan and became his woman, he would still not easily let Feixue go, she couldn't just watch her sister die. She hoped to alleviate her sister's suffering, even if it was just a little bit, she was willing to pay any price. With this thought, Yan Lanyin lowered her grip on her shirt, her firm breasts once again exposed to Liu Liwei. "Come on, hurry up!" she cried, hoping the humiliation would end soon.
"Don't be in such a rush, it's lunch break now, no one will bother us, we have plenty of time to be intimate." Seeing her soften, Liu Liwei sat back down in his chair, and with a push of his feet, moved closer to Yan Lanyin. He had just ejaculated and couldn't get hard again quickly; he needed a short rest to regain his virility.
"Come on, spread your alluring legs a little wider." He pressed his feet against Yan Lanyin's inner calves, forcibly spreading her legs apart. Yan Lanyin's genitals were a mess. Her swollen labia majora and minora were still engorged and not yet fully recovered, resembling a young girl's half-open mouth. The honey-like fluid secreted from her vagina covered the entire triangle area, making it look shiny and oily. Drops of Liu Liwei's thick, milky-white fluid dripped from her vaginal opening onto the carpet, reminding her that she had just been defiled by another man.
Liu Liwei's fingers began to probe inside her vagina again. Having already fully released her pent-up lust, Yan Lanyin felt no excitement or pleasure. After a while, seeing her lack of reaction, Liu Liwei became disheartened. "Damn it, you were so wanton just now, and now you're pretending to be all prim and proper. Come on, use your little mouth to give me some pleasure!"
Yan Lanyin was forced to kneel before him, her shoulders pressed down. Liu Liwei, holding her chin, thrust his limp, lifeless penis into her cherry-like mouth. "Suck it well, make me feel good," Liu Liwei said excitedly, kneading her breasts with his large hands. The once aloof and unapproachable policewoman was now kneeling before him, serving him with her cute little mouth. Liu Liwei felt he had struck gold. He really wanted to kneel at his uncle Liu Rihui's feet, because this opportunity had been given to him by Liu Rihui.
Liu Liwei's penis stirred in her warm, moist, and incredibly sweet mouth, gradually rekindling its passion. He felt a renewed itch in his heart. "That's enough," Liu Liwei said, bending down and pressing Yan Lanyin down onto the desk again. At this moment, Yan Lanyin had no desire left. Feeling the penis penetrating her body again, an indescribable soreness brought a few crystal tears to her eyes. Liu Liwei turned her body to the side, hoisting one leg across his shoulder, and began thrusting vigorously. He had already ejaculated once, and the beauty beneath him showed no reaction, which did not diminish his excitement at all; on the contrary, it made him able to last longer.
Lying on her side, Yan Lanyin reached out and flipped a photo of herself and her husband on the table not far in front of her. Seeing her husband's photo being violated made her extremely uncomfortable.
"What's wrong? Missing your husband?" Liu Liwei noticed this detail, picked up the photo, and placed it in front of her. "Your husband isn't any better. He's been flirting with a few secretaries in the campaign committee, doing all sorts of dirty things. But you're not much different from him..."
Hearing Liu Liwei insult her husband, she was instantly enraged. She sat up abruptly, pushing herself up on the table, and grabbed Liu Liwei's collar. Although Liu Liwei had some fancy but ineffective martial arts skills, he was no match for her. His face turned pale, and he stammered, "You, you, what do you want to do..."
Yan Lanyin glared at Liu Liwei and said, word by word, "You can insult me, but please don't insult my husband."
Seeing that Yan Lanyin didn't make a move, Liu Liwei's courage grew again, and he shouted, "Let go! I haven't had my fun yet! Don't make me lose my temper!" Although his voice was loud, he didn't dare to mention her husband again.
Yan Lanyin slowly released her grip and lay back down on the table. Her weakness was firmly held in their hands; what right did she have to resist?
Perhaps Yan Lanyin's actions had enraged Liu Liwei, and he had become crazy and perverted. He first used violence against her full breasts, grabbing and squeezing them forcefully, twisting her bright red nipples between two fingers. Not satisfied, he twisted Yan Lanyin's thighs, lower abdomen, armpits, and arms repeatedly... Although Yan Lanyin gritted her teeth in pain, she remained silent.
"You're quite tough, aren't you? Fine, I'll let you off, but you'd better cooperate properly, or you'll suffer!" Liu Liwei flipped her face down, moved her to the edge of the table, spread her thighs with his legs, and then spread her snow-white buttocks. Yan Lanyin understood what he wanted to do. Sure enough, Liu Liwei's penis was pressed against the entrance of her anus, thrusting forward with each thrust. Yan Lanyin hadn't had anal sex much, and the tension caused her to contract her buttocks, making penetration difficult, but that was the kind of thrill Liu Liwei wanted. "Your asshole is really tight, it feels so good!"
he shouted, thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke.
"Mmm..." With a long groan from Liu Liwei, his not-too-thick penis finally slid completely between her legs. The tightness and the spasms of her anus almost made him feel like he was in heaven. As he began to thrust, Yan Lanyin had to try to relax herself and accommodate his movements. On one hand, she wanted to be relieved quickly; on the other hand, her husband was returning from a business trip today, and she didn't want him to suspect anything if she was harmed by Liu Liwei.
Just as Liu Liwei was about to reach another sexual peak, the cell phone on the table rang. Because Liu Liwei was holding Yan Lanyin down, she couldn't reach the phone, so he held it in his hand.
"Give it back to me," Yan Lanyin said angrily.
"Don't make a fuss. If you lose your temper with me again, these photos will appear on your husband's desk," Liu Liwei threatened, remembering her angry expression earlier. "
Turn off your phone. Hurry up and finish, then leave," Yan Lanyin said helplessly.
"You don't want to hear it? I'll make you hear it anyway," Liu Liwei flipped open the phone and held it to her ear.
“Yinyin, it’s me.” A familiar voice came from the phone. “It’s A-Zheng.” Yan Lanyin’s eyes welled up with tears again.
“A-Zheng, where are you? Are you back in Hong Kong?” Yan Lanyin’s voice trembled slightly.
“I’m back. I just got off the plane and I’m coming right now. I’m on Nathan Road. Do you know how much I’ve missed you these past few days?” This business trip was with the Chief Executive, and the security measures were particularly tight. In more than half a month, the two of them had only spoken on the phone three times. No wonder Zhou Weizheng rushed to see her as soon as he got off the plane.
A warm current flowed through Yan Lanyin’s heart, and she choked out, “Me too! Every day… um…” She
only got halfway through her sentence before Liu Liwei’s thrust from the entrance to the bottom of the cave made her cry out in pain.
Hearing Yan Lanyin’s cry, the person on the other end of the phone hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just said I missed you too.” Yan Lanyin snatched the phone from Liu Liwei’s hand, but she didn’t dare to get rid of Liu Liwei like before. She was afraid of losing her sister and then her husband.
"It's good that you're alright..." Zhou Zhengwei began showering his wife with sweet words on one end of the phone, while Yan Lanyin on the other was in a state of utter confusion. She tried to appease her husband while gesturing for Liu Liwei to leave. But Liu Liwei refused to stop halfway, continuing to slowly thrust his penis in and out of her. Being raped while talking to her husband was driving Yan Lanyin to the brink of collapse.
"My husband is coming soon, please, please leave," Yan Lanyin pleaded, hanging up the phone. Her husband told her he would be at the office in five minutes.
"Go, I haven't had my fill yet," Liu Liwei said.
Time ticked by, and Yan Lanyin gritted her teeth, saying, "Let me go first, I'll be at your office later, okay?"
Liu Liwei considered for three seconds before saying, "Fine, it's decided then, but if you go back on your word, you know the consequences." With that, he finally left Yan Lanyin and strode away.
Yan Lanyin tidied her disheveled long hair and quickly changed into a spare police uniform. She didn't have spare underwear, as the only pair she had was torn by Liu Liwei. Just as she finished, there was a knock at the door, and Zhou Weizheng walked in, looking travel-worn. The two embraced, their lips pressed tightly together, and Yan Lanyin couldn't help but cry again. Only Yan Lanyin knew the bitterness of receiving her husband's tenderness after such violence and humiliation.
"Remember our candlelight dinner tonight, come back early." After a passionate moment, Zhou Weizheng hurriedly left again.
Watching her husband's departing figure, Yan Lanyin let out a long sigh. Her husband's love moved her, and she almost couldn't help but tell him everything that had happened. But her husband was just a weak scholar; what could he do to help? She had to face all the misfortune and endure all the suffering herself. Remembering her promise to Liu Liwei, she felt a chill run through her. She straightened her newly changed police uniform and walked out of her office.
Liu Liwei's office was across the street from hers. Walking down the street without underwear made her feel incredibly awkward, as if someone could see right through her. She was extremely tense.
When she arrived at Liu Liwei's office, his subordinate told her that Officer Liu was in the interrogation room and that she should go there to find him. Yan Lanyin went to the interrogation room, pushed open the door, and saw Liu Liwei and three other men in plainclothes. Yan Lanyin only recognized one of them, his subordinate, Quan. She didn't recognize the other two; one of the men, a bald man, had two dragons tattooed on his arm and was definitely not from the police station.
Seeing so many people, Yan Lanyin gave an awkward smile and said, "Mr. Liu, are you busy? I'll wait for you in your office." She started to leave.
"Wait," Liu Liwei said, "these are my brothers. As the saying goes, 'We share both hardship and happiness.' With such a beautiful woman before us, I specially invited a few of my brothers to share."
"What!" Yan Lanyin couldn't believe her ears. Liu Liwei actually said such a thing. "You're shameless!"
Chapter 1 Driving Wolves into Tigers (Continued Part 2)
Liu Liwei sneered, "Am I shameless? Or are you lewd!" He threw a stack of photos in front of Yan Lanyin. "Look at yourself. How many men are having sex with you at the same time? Let me tell you, six, including a black man. Look at your expression, how much pleasure you're enjoying it. And you still say I'm shameless. I only have four men here. It's child's play for you. What's shameless about that!"
Yan Lanyin was speechless at Liu Liwei's words. Under the influence of drugs, she didn't know anything. The photos showed her having sex with multiple men at the same time, and her expression was extremely lewd.
"How about it? My beautiful policewoman, you don't have to. You can leave now. I will never force you. How about it?" Liu Liwei said confidently. Yan
Lanyin remained silent. She knew she had no choice. She glanced at the four men with her beautiful eyes and said in a deep voice, "Okay, I agree."
The four men burst into laughter. This afternoon would be an extremely wonderful time for them.
“I know Officer Yan is highly skilled in martial arts. To prevent any violent incidents later and avoid making things unpleasant for everyone, I'll have to ask you to wear handcuffs. You won't object, will you?” Liu Liwei was somewhat frightened by Yan Lanyin's angry outburst earlier.
Yan Lanyin's hands were twisted behind her back, and a pair of gleaming steel handcuffs were fastened to her wrists. Yan Lanyin didn't resist; she had already given up, and being handcuffed or not meant the same humiliation.
“Get on the table,” Liu Liwei pointed to the wooden table in the center of the interrogation room, which was three meters long and one meter wide. Yan Lanyin obediently climbed onto the table and sat cross-legged in the center. She knew this afternoon would be difficult for her; the four men would bring her endless humiliation. But her husband's candlelight dinner awaited her that evening, and she didn't want to face him covered in bruises.
A-Quan turned off the room's fluorescent light, leaving only the spotlight above the table. The strong light enveloped Yan Lanyin in the center of the table, making her fair skin appear translucent and textured under the bright light, dazzlingly beautiful.
Liu Liwei, with the air of a host, unbuttoned Yan Lanyin's police uniform one button at a time. When only one button remained,
the bald man beside him said, "Ah Wei, don't take it all off. Half-covered is the sexiest." Another pale-faced man beside him said sinisterly, "Iron Head is right. I love working with policewomen, but someone of such high rank and so beautiful is a first for me."
Yan Lanyin's heart stirred. She recalled the case three years ago where seven female police officers were raped and murdered; the portrait described by the witness resembled the man before her.
"Alright, as you wish." Liu Liwei didn't remove her uniform, but instead pulled it over her shoulders. With her bra removed, the bright red tie hung between her towering breasts.
"Our lewd policewoman doesn't wear underwear to work." Liu Liwei rolled her skirt up to her waist, revealing her smooth, jade-like thighs and buttocks—indeed, she wasn't wearing underwear.
“What a bold and lewd policewoman! We should take some pictures to remember her.” The pale-faced man took out his camera and started snapping photos of Yan Lanyin’s half-naked body.
“Lei Gang, brother, aren’t I good enough? Another policewoman’s picture in your album. How many is this now?” Liu Liwei said with a smile to the pale-faced man.
Lei Gang said while taking pictures, “The twenty-seventh. She’s the eighth in Hong Kong.”
“How do the previous ones compare to Inspector Yan in terms of looks, figure, and temperament?” Liu Liwei asked.
Lei Gang glanced at Yan Lanyin and said sinisterly, "There's no comparison. Those seven are third-rate, while this one is first-rate. In terms of looks, figure, and temperament, she's ten times better than them. The first few claimed to be police officers, but when I tried to rape them, they were terrified, kneeling on the ground begging me to let them go. So childish, isn't that laughable! Only one policewoman was tough enough; I raped her for a whole day and night, and she finally begged for mercy. There wasn't a single one like Inspector Yan, completely naked and so calm and fearless in front of men.
Conquering women like that is what's interesting."
His words struck Yan Lanyin like thunderclaps. She trembled and asked, "Was that policewoman who wouldn't beg for mercy named Zhuang Lan?"
"Zhuang Lan?" Lei Gang pulled a notebook from his suit and flipped through it rapidly. "December 11, 1998. Yes, you're right, her name is Zhuang Lan. You know her?"
Tears welled up in Yan Lanyin's eyes again, this time not for herself, but for Zhuang Lan! Zhuang Lan was one of her closest sisters in the police station and her most capable subordinate. Two years ago, in order to capture the perverted sex fiend who had raped and murdered several female police officers, she volunteered to be bait to lure him out. But the perpetrator was always one step ahead, and the operation failed. Zhuang Lan was instead raped and murdered by the sex fiend. Yan Lanyin vowed to bring the murderer to justice, but the sex fiend disappeared without a trace. She never dreamed that one day she would encounter Zhuang Lan's killer in the police station's interrogation room. Not only could she not avenge Zhuang Lan, but everything was completely reversed. In what should have been an interrogation room, she was naked, being violated by him.
Lei Gang saw Yan Lanyin's pretty face turn pale and tears welling up. He thought she was frightened by his words. "Don't be afraid, I won't take your life today, as long as you... Oh?" Before he could finish speaking, Yan Lanyin, who was sitting cross-legged, flipped over and swept her right leg at him! Caught off guard, Lei Gang reacted swiftly, sidestepping to avoid a face injury and delivering a kick to the man's left shoulder. Lei Gang cried out in pain and fell to the ground in a sorry state.
Yan Lanyin, filled with rage, slammed her handcuffed hands on the table, launching herself into the air. This time, Tie Tou intervened, grabbing Yan Lanyin's long hair and dragging her back onto the table. Yan Lanyin attempted a back kick, striking his slicked-back bald head, but the kick felt like hitting a stone; Tie Tou didn't loosen his grip on her hair.
Her initial attack failed, and Yan Lanyin tried to resist again. A 100,000-volt electric baton was placed against her waist on her left side. A blue arc flashed across her jade-like skin, followed by a chilling crackling sound. Yan Lanyin's limbs convulsed, and she lost the ability to resist.
Lei Gang rubbed his shoulder and stood up. The smug look on his face had vanished, replaced by a sinister rage that sent chills down one's spine.
“Don’t underestimate women; they can be terrifying when they go crazy.” The bald man released his grip. “Uncuff her, and get another pair.”
Liu Liwei seemed very respectful to him, uncuffing Yan Lanyin’s handcuffs and getting another pair. Tie Tou grabbed Yan Lanyin’s trembling hands and feet with one hand, and her ankles with the other, handcuffing them together. He did the same to the other side. With a gentle push, Yan Lanyin lay flat on the table. Because her hands and feet were handcuffed, her legs were bent and raised high, her round buttocks also sticking out, her entire genitals completely and clearly exposed before them.
“Alright, Lei Gang, now you can play around without worry, do whatever you want.” Tie Tou clapped his hands and smiled at Lei Gang.
Lei Gang and Tie Tou were both members of the Black Dragon Society. Having lost face in front of his colleague, Lei Gang was even more furious, his face turning ashen as he remained silent. Liu Liwei had just boasted to the two of them that she would be absolutely obedient, and Yan Lanyin's counterattack had given him a fright. He threatened viciously, "Yan Lanyin, you're asking for trouble! You dared to attack my guest! Do you want to live?"
Yan Lanyin hadn't yet recovered from the powerful electric shock; her limbs were still numb. She snorted and said, "Your guest, the person standing in front of you, is a murderer. He killed seven of our colleagues, and he's your guest! Do you have any conscience? Any humanity?"
"Conscience, humanity? Bullshit! This world is all about power. Whoever has power can do whatever they want. Now I order you to apologize to my guest," Liu Liwei said.
"You're talking nonsense! You want me to apologize to a murderer? You... ah..." Before Yan Lanyin could finish speaking, she screamed. The stun gun in Liu Liwei's hand flashed a dazzling blue light one centimeter from her nipple. The powerful current bit into her bright red nipple, which had been soft, and it hardened instantly. Yan Lanyin screamed and rolled off the table, face down, her body curled up.
"Damn it, you dare to run away." Liu Liwei flipped over the table and straddled her back. "Let me show you something even more powerful." With that, Liu Liwei leaned down, spread her snow-white buttocks, and inserted the sharp stun gun into her anus.
"Ugh..." With a metallic object inserted into her anus, Yan Lanyin knew it was the stun gun in his hand. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like for this terrifying thing to release 100,000 volts of current into her anus. Her heart was filled with fear. She struggled and crawled forward, but Liu Liwei remained firmly on her back, the terrifying thing still deeply inserted into her anus.
"Wait!" Just as Liu Liwei was about to press the button, Tie Tou stopped him, saying, "If you do that, she'll pee and poop uncontrollably, making this place stink. It's pointless. Lei Gang has a way of making her obedient."
Liu Liwei didn't dare disobey and stood up somewhat reluctantly, saying to Lei Gang, "This girl is yours."
Lei Gang's angry expression had vanished, replaced by an even more chillingly cold one. He bent down, picked up Yan Lanyin, and placed her on a wooden chair. He secured the handcuffs to the armrests with two ropes, then pulled a 25-centimeter-long razor from his pocket.
Seeing the razor in his hand, Yan Lanyin's hair stood on end. The seven policewomen he had raped and murdered had all their hair, including their head, pubic hair, and body hair, shaved clean. Now, she couldn't escape the same horrific fate.
Lei Gang held the razor, gently stroking her leg with one hand. "Your skin is very smooth, with not much body hair. After I shave it, your skin will be even smoother."
"Don't move, yes, just like that, you'll cut yourself if you move." The gleaming blade moved back and forth on Yan Lanyin's thigh. Lei Gang's movements were very skilled, his expression focused, as if he were sculpting a work of art. The fine body hair on Yan Lanyin's legs was shaved clean.
"Okay, it looks whiter now. Awei, feel it, isn't her leg smoother?"
Lei Gang said.
To be honest, Liu Liwei did not approve of Lei Gang's hobby, but he touched her thigh and found that the skin was indeed smoother than before. He readily agreed.
"No, I beg you, please don't." Yan Lanyin's psychological defenses finally began to crumble, because the razor in Lei Gang's hand had begun to scrape her genitals, the cold chill of the razor penetrating to the deepest part of her soul. When her husband made love to her tonight, he discovered that her pubic hair had been shaved off. How could she explain this?
Yan Lanyin turned her gaze to Liu Liwei. "Liu Liwei, make him stop! Please, I beg you!"
Liu Liwei crossed his arms and said casually, "I won't beg you, you beg Lei Gang."
Lei Gang raised his head and said, "What's wrong? Scared? You were so cocky just now, now you want to beg for mercy? Too late." He then lowered his head again and began his work.
"Ugh...ugh..." Overwhelmed with grief, Yan Lanyin couldn't help but cry loudly. Lei Gang carefully removed the last strand of pubic hair, then couldn't resist leaning over and gently licking Yan Lanyin's smooth labia with the tip of his tongue. Although he had raped dozens of policewomen, this one was undoubtedly the best. The excitement and thrill in his heart were indescribable.
Amidst Yan Lanyin's grief-stricken cries, Lei Gang's dark and ugly penis forcefully pried open her labia and plunged deep into her vagina. Lei Gang showed no mercy, thrusting harder and harder. Yan Lanyin's pitiful screams were the best aphrodisiac for him. With each rapid in-and-out thrust of his hard, large penis, her hairless labia were pulled and turned inside out.
Faced with such a sensual and stimulating scene, the men nearby could no longer restrain themselves, surrounding Yan Lanyin and groping her all over. Lei Gang lifted Yan Lanyin up, his iron head pressing tightly against her from behind. His penis found its way into her anus with a "plop," and Yan Lanyin, sandwiched like a meat bun, completely collapsed. Under the man's powerful thrusts, the pent-up desire within her erupted once more, and a scream—whether of pain or pleasure—gave the two men holding her supreme pleasure.
Time ticked by, and the four men had already reached the peak of their sexual desire several times. Liu Liwei, Lei Gang, and A Quan sat exhausted in their chairs, watching with amusement as the powerful Tie Tou continued his tireless assault on Yan Lan Yin.
Suddenly, Yan Lan Yin's cell phone rang from her coat.
"Is that your husband calling?" Liu Liwei stood up, took out his phone, checked the caller ID, and read out a number. Yan Lan Yin raised her pretty face, smeared with semen, and weakly said, "Please let me go, I want to go home."
Tie Tou grabbed her hair from behind and thrust his penis deep into her anus. "Go home? I haven't had my fill yet!"
Liu Liwei held the phone to Yan Lan Yin's ear, grinning, "Let you talk to your husband first, tell him you'll be home later, then you can have a good three hundred rounds with Tie Tou." He then pressed the answer button.
"Yin Yin, it's almost seven o'clock, why aren't you back yet!" Her husband's anxious urging came through the phone.
Yan Lanyin swallowed hard, suppressing her grief, and whispered, "Husband, I have something to do at the police station, I'll be back soon."
"Sigh, you're always so busy. How many times have I told you not to work so hard?"
"I know, I'll be right back, oh..." Behind her, Tie Tou began his final thrust, his penis like a crowbar, lifting Yan Lanyin's body into the air. Yan Lanyin couldn't help but cry out.
Hearing his wife's cry, Zhou Zhengwei quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
Yan Lanyin endured the tearing pain in her anus and said, "It's nothing, I tripped, that's all, I'll be back right away."
"Come back quickly," Zhou Zhengwei urged again, but before he could finish, Yan Lanyin had already hung up the phone.
Amidst Yan Lanyin's sobs, Tie Tou's semen gushed into her body. Yan Lanyin lay on the ground, milky-white filth gushing from between her raised buttocks with each contraction of her anus, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"I'll let you off the hook today since you want to meet your husband, but you have to be at my beck and call, understand?"
Liu Liwei kicked her in the buttocks and swaggered away with Tie Tou and the others.
Yan Lanyin lay on the cold floor, burying her face in her hands and sobbing...
On the other side of the room, through a one-way mirror, Liu Rihui and Li Quan sipped their tea, watching the entire violent and abusive scene unfold.
"Li Quan, why did you go to all this trouble to direct this whole thing?" Liu Rihui asked, puzzled.
"Yan Lanyin isn't an ordinary policewoman. Making her completely submit isn't easy. I had her subjected to constant humiliation in the police station to completely destroy her last shred of self-respect. Before long, she'll be as obedient as a dog. It's pitiful how much she cares about her husband. If she knew her husband was already... hehe, she'd go crazy." Li Quan said, squinting.
Yan Lanyin struggled to her feet, using her elbows to support herself. Her eyes were lifeless, her grief indescribable. After a long while, she leaned against the large glass pane, banging her head against it, and burst into tears again.
"See? Even the strongest woman can't escape this," Li Quan said.
Liu Rihui stared intently at the beautiful body on the other side of the glass, swallowing hard. He said, "I hadn't noticed before, but Yan Lanyin has a really good figure. Much better than those porn stars."
"By the way, you just said you've already got your female secretary, Zhou something, when are you going to let me have her too…"
Li Quan chuckled and said, "No problem, there's a party at my house next week, my female secretary will definitely give you a good time then. By the way, let's get down to business, how are the preparations for the 'Millennium Divine Weapon Exhibition' going?"
"Everything is proceeding as planned. The 'Millennium Divine Weapon Exhibition' will open on time on the 25th of this month. It will feature more than 600 weapons from the Yellow Emperor to the Qing Dynasty, collected from 18 museums across the country, and 18 ancient swords from the Palace Museum will also be on display…"
"Alright, I know all that. Has the mainland's National Security Bureau sent anyone with them this time?" Li Quan interrupted Liu Rihui.
"Yes, the information just came this morning. In addition to more than 20 security guards, there are two from the National Security Bureau. Here are their details." Liu Rihui handed over a color fax. "
Jie Hanyan, 22 years old, Deputy Section Chief of the Investigation Section of the Security Department of the National Security Bureau." "Li Quan read softly, his expression somewhat absent-minded.
Liu Rihui completely understood what Li Quan was thinking. When he received the fax that morning, he was also stunned by the beautiful and refined appearance of Xie Hanyan in the photo. "There's another one, even prettier than her."
Li Quan turned to the second page of the fax in his hand, and sure enough, another photo of a girl with an exceptional temperament jumped into view. The girl's eyes had a mysterious light like the starry sky, which added to the hazy beauty of her pretty face.
"Fu Xingwu..." Li Quan murmured, then shook his head vigorously and said, "Rihui, this is really strange. The National Security Bureau of the Mainland has more beauties than Hollywood. Last time, even Chairman Mo was infatuated with Lin Lan, and this time the two are even more beautiful than Lin Lan."
"Hey, then you shouldn't miss this opportunity. You should at least get one to try." "Liu Rihui said ingratiatingly.
Li Quan glanced at the opposite side, lost in thought, and noticed that Yan Lanyin had already left the room. He withdrew his gaze and said seriously, "Rihui, don't underestimate the enemy. Although Lin Lan was easily defeated last time, I believe these two won't be so easy to deal with this time. Don't be careless. Alright, I'll take my leave now."
Watching Li Quan leave, Liu Rihui picked up the two faxes again and carefully examined the two beautiful women in military uniforms. "Sigh, if only I had such good fortune." He muttered to himself.
...
"Come on, cheers." Zhou Zhengwei raised his glass to his wife.
Yan Lanyin reluctantly raised the crystal glass filled with bright red wine and said, "Cheers." After a long separation, her husband was more considerate and caring than usual, but as she drank the wine, it tasted as bitter as gall.
"Yinyin, what's wrong? Have you been too tired these past few days? Your face looks so pale." From the moment his wife entered the house, Zhou Zhengwei constantly showered her with concern and care. Yan Lanyin remained oblivious to his guilt. During Zhou Zhengwei's two-week business trip, he finally succumbed to the temptation of his secretary, Jiang Meiqin, and had relations with her. Although Jiang Meiqin wasn't as beautiful as his wife, she was passionate and exceptionally proactive, giving Zhou Zhengwei a pleasure he had never experienced with Yan Lanyin. Afterwards, Zhou Zhengwei was in a state of extreme conflict, feeling guilty towards his wife on one hand, and unable to resist Jiang Meiqin's allure on the other. On his way home, Zhou Zhengwei secretly resolved never to sleep with Jiang Meiqin again and to devote himself entirely to loving his wife.
Yan Lanyin, of course, was unaware of her husband's thoughts. Seeing his tender care, her eyes reddened as she said, "Zhengwei, you're too good to me, I..."
"It's only natural for a husband to be good to his wife. Look at you, so old, still crying. Okay, I'll clean up here, go take a shower." Zhou Zhengwei, of course, had no idea what Yan Lanyin was thinking. Gazing at his wife's beautiful face, his desire slowly began to rise.
In the bathroom, Yan Lanyin looked at her naked body in the mirror, her heart growing heavier. Should she confide in her husband? She quickly dismissed the idea; he couldn't help her, and she didn't want to bring trouble upon him. Looking at her shaved pubic area, she didn't know how to explain it to her husband. Just as her mind was in turmoil, she heard her husband's urging voice. She put on a towel and went out; she wanted to fulfill her duties as a wife.
Only a small lamp was on in the bedroom. Zhou Zhengwei sat naked on the bed, a small blanket covering his crotch, his erect penis pushing the blanket high.
Yan Lanyin, still wrapped in a towel, walked to the bedside, sat on the edge, and softly said, "Zhengwei, I've been feeling unwell down there these past few days. I went to the doctor; it's a bit inflamed. The doctor shaved my pubic hair. Don't laugh at me when you see it." "This was the only lie Yan Lanyin could think of."
"Your lower body is inflamed, can we still have sex?" Zhou Zhengwei, though burning with desire, still asked with concern.
"The doctor gave me some medicine, it's fine now, we can do it, Zhengwei, can you turn off the light?" Yan Lanyin said cautiously.
"I'll turn it off later, come on." Zhou Zhengwei pulled Yan Lanyin's arm, bent down and hugged her, tearing off the bath towel draped over her.
"Oh—" Looking at his wife's bare genitals, Zhou Zhengwei felt his mouth go dry. He lowered his head and kissed her private parts.
"Mmm..." Yan Lanyin cried out as if electrocuted, her desire rising again, and the two held each other tightly.
That night, Zhou Zhengwei enjoyed unprecedented pleasure with his wife. She was no longer the cold, wooden puppet she once was; she was unbelievably wild. Soon, Zhou Zhengwei reached orgasm, while Yan Lanyin still clung to him, repeatedly saying "I want it, I want it, I want it..." forcing Zhou Zhengwei to touch her genitals for a while before Yan Lanyin finally reached orgasm in spasms.
After her orgasm, she fell into a deep sleep. But Zhou Zhengwei was filled with doubt; his wife seemed like a different person. He suddenly remembered something Jiang Meiqin had said: "You're making love to other women here, and maybe your wife is making love to other men too." "
Does she have another man? Did the doctor really shave her pubic hair as she said?
Why has she suddenly become so proactive?"
Zhou Zhengwei began to have a headache.

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