[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - Chapter 28

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In Chapter 12 of "Surrounded

by Enemies," Mo Zhentian laughed heartily. Her question amused him greatly, like a kindergarten child pointing at a penis and asking, "What's this for?" "
Tell me about the different ways you've done it," Mo Zhentian said with a smile.
Yan Feixue blushed even more, and she murmured softly, "I've done it here, eleven in total. The thirteen men behind me..." She first pointed to her naked genitals, then to her back. "
The back? Where behind? Show me!" Mo Zhentian was clearly teasing her.
Helpless, Yan Feixue could only stretch her hand between her thighs, her fingertips pressing against her anus, and said, "Here." "

And how else?" Mo Zhentian continued to press. "
There were probably sixty or seventy men who did oral sex, and also..." She pointed to her pear-shaped breasts. She didn't reveal the other methods or numbers of men she knew she had been with. Fortunately, Mo Zhentian was already very satisfied and didn't press further.
"How does it feel to be with a man?" Mo Zhentian suddenly asked.
These words touched a nerve with Yan Feixue. The blush on her face vanished instantly, leaving her terribly pale. "Fine, I like men," she stammered, her gaze somewhat vacant. This was the answer Li Quan had taught her; she had to answer it this way. The same answer was almost a conditioned reflex in front of Li Quan, eliciting little reaction. But today, in front of a strange man, her answer was so unnatural, so forced, so desperate. "
Is that so?" Mo Zhentian chuckled sinisterly. "You're really that cheap? Let me try." He abruptly lifted his black robe. He wasn't wearing anything underneath; between his bronze, muscular legs, a massive penis stood erect.
Yan Feixue propped herself up on her toes, shifting forward a few inches. She grasped the penis, aimed it at her private parts, and slowly lowered herself down. Although Li Quan had tried every method to train her, he was very protective of her vital parts. This was why, over several months, only eleven men had entered her secret place. Therefore, Yan Feixue's vagina remained very tight. While Mo Zhentian's penis was shorter than Tex's, its thickness was in no way inferior.
Mo Zhentian's enormous glans was the size of a child's fist, making the first hurdle of entry particularly difficult. Just as she managed to squeeze in a little, a sharp pain shot through her sprained right ankle, causing her to sway and sit on Mo Zhentian's lap. "
I'm sorry," Yan Feixue said, her voice trembling with tears. Crying was not allowed in front of Li Quan; each time she cried, the punishment was extremely severe.
Mo Zhentian coldly watched her as she struggled to rise onto her tiptoes again, but failed once more. Her right ankle was swollen and she couldn't exert any strength. She could only place her hands on Mo Zhentian's shoulders to maintain her balance, and then groped, trying to get his penis into her body. But without the guidance of her hands, and without Mo Zhentian's cooperation, the more anxious she became, the more his penis would only wriggle around her secret place, unable to penetrate. In desperation, Yan Feixue threw herself onto Mo Zhentian, freeing her hands to take his penis into her body, slowly and laboriously swallowing the enormous shaft.
Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't fall. Yan Feixue gripped his penis and began to writhe her hips. Mo Zhentian enjoyed the tingling sensation from the glans, feeling a surge of pleasure, but it wasn't quite enough stimulation. "Your sister's skills in bed aren't bad either," he thought, wanting to find the point where she would break down.
Yan Feixue's movements froze for a long while before slowly resuming. "
In a few days, I'll bring your sister over. A threesome would be even more exciting," Mo Zhentian continued. "
What did you say?!" Yan Feixue stopped, glaring at Mo Zhentian. "
Your sister is a woman too, why can't I have sex with her?" Mo Zhentian said. "
My sister is a policewoman!" Yan Feixue said. "
You can't have sex with a policewoman?" Mo Zhentian retorted.
Yan Feixue was speechless. Her sister was her only family, her only hope. When someone insulted her, she couldn't bear it.
"You want your sister to rescue you someday, don't you?" Mo Zhentian said coldly.
Yan Feixue didn't answer, but the expectant look on her face gave the answer. Mo Zhentian pressed a remote control on the chair, turning on the television screen opposite. Before Yan Feixue could even turn around, he heard a familiar voice—his sister's voice. She was screaming in agony, just like when he had raped her, along with the man's maniacal laughter, so piercing, so heart-wrenching. She slowly turned around. Sure enough, on the huge television screen was her sister. Her imposing police uniform was torn to the ground, and several men, like wild beasts, were on top of her. The penises thrusting inside her sister's body felt like sharp blades piercing her heart.
Yan Feixue screamed wildly, her twisted leg jutting out as she stumbled to the television screen, clutching the cold screen and sobbing uncontrollably. Her naked body curled up like a dying swan! A weeping swan! That's more like it! Mo Zhentian stood up, his lust surging. He rushed to Yan Feixue's back, pressing her buttocks down, and thrusting his penis into her.
"No!" Yan Feixue screamed, a cry that was unclear whether for her sister or for her own tragic fate. She turned sharply, resisting desperately, but under Mo Zhentian's clutches, she was as weak and powerless as a lamb to the slaughter. This resistance only fueled Mo Zhentian's heightened lust. Her figure was almost invisible against his massive body; only her swollen, ballet-shoe-clad right foot was visible, tilted high, her trembling calf and taut toes seeming to dance in mid-air, or perhaps telling of endless pain … ………
... At this moment, Fu Shaomin was extremely confused. Struggling with her desires, she was unaware that someone was watching her from a dark corner of the disco, and she didn't see anyone quietly switch her drink. The music stopped abruptly, Fu Shaomin returned to her seat, picked up her drink, and gulped down most of it. When the music started again, she went back to the dance floor. She planned to dance until she was exhausted before going home and falling asleep; perhaps only in this way could she escape the torment of her desires. After dancing for five minutes, she felt something was wrong. She felt lightheaded, as if walking on clouds; her head was spinning, and her vision was blurring. A sense of alarm flashed through her mind. She tried to return to her seat, but she couldn't move steadily. Suddenly, two men squeezed through the crowd, grabbing her arms on either side. Fu Shaomin instinctively resisted, but she had no strength. The two men dragged her through the crowd, up the stairs, to the second floor where the karaoke rooms were located. They took her directly into one of the rooms and threw her onto the sofa. " You, you, you want to...do it." What...? Although Fu Shaomin realized the danger, he couldn't even speak clearly, so what could he do? ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Editor's Note: I don't want to go into detail about Fu Shaomin's story afterward. Writing this part lacks passion, and even if I forced it, the quality wouldn't be very high. However, not developing the plot here would hinder the later story. Therefore, I'll give a brief overview, and if there's an opportunity, I'll add more details later. I know that this method isn't something a mature writer should use, but this has happened twice in *Blazing Fire*. The first was the section with Lin Lan's subordinate Zhu Jing, and the second was the ending of Shui Ling's time in Indonesia. Now, in the third chapter, I'm allowing myself to do it again. I think things shouldn't happen more than three times, and I hope it won't happen again in the future. The following events: Fu Shaomin falls into a trap set by Ding Wei, Ge Tianling's assistant. After a struggle, she is raped by Ding Wei. Ge Tianling follows her to the disco and discovers Ding Wei's plot. To win Ge Tianling over, Ding Wei tries to get him to join in on Fu Shaomin's abuse. At a critical moment, Ge Tianling has a change of heart and notifies the police captain. Ding Wei is killed in the ensuing struggle. Ge Tianling repents to Fu Shaomin again and receives her forgiveness. Meanwhile, Yuan Qiang commits suicide by jumping from a building in the mental hospital, plunging Fu Shaomin into deep grief.

To help her resolve her inner turmoil, Captain Xing arranged for her to attend an East Asian female police training program organized by Interpol in Hong Kong, hoping that work would alleviate her pain. Fu Shaomin went to Hong Kong alone.

Chapter 3: The Flames of War, Section 1: New Power (Part 1)
The Dark Cult is powerful and aims to dominate the world. However, with the rapid development of technology in the 21st century, even the strongest members of the Dark Cult cannot defeat a modern army on their own. Therefore, the Dark Cult's strategy is to instigate wars, eliminate their nemesis Feng in the chaos, and unify the world.
The world order is constantly changing, but peace and development are what people desire. Although the Dark Cult instigated local wars in some regions, the flames of war did not spread globally. Coupled with Feng's all-out counterattack, the Dark Cult has been unable to gain a decisive advantage.
The most intense battle between the Dark Cult and Feng is in the United States, because the United States is the world's most powerful military nation. Fortunately, the United States is a democratic country. Although the Dark Cult can control some key figures in the military and political circles, it cannot influence the Senate or the American people. Therefore, in this Korean War, the United States and China reached an agreement that as long as North Korea does not use nuclear weapons, neither side will send troops, regardless of the outcome.
Although the cult's conspiracy failed, the situation remains extremely serious. If North Korea is defeated, the cult will control the entire Korean Peninsula and provoke China. If China responds, the cult will fuel the flames and incite the United States to intervene, making World War III inevitable. While China may not be without the ability to fight, the prospect of widespread bloodshed and devastation is something China does not wish to see.
North Korea and South Korea are militarily comparable, with North Korea having 150,000 more troops. South Korea's advantage lies in its stronger economy and more advanced military equipment, but North Korea, influenced by its unique political environment, has soldiers with a stronger spirit of sacrifice. Therefore, when Kim Jong-il proposed a full-scale attack to defeat South Korea and unify North Korea in a short period, it was not a myth; many in the North Korean military leadership agreed with this strategy.
War is imminent, with North Korea and South Korea making final preparations. The shadow of war hangs over the entire Korean Peninsula . **********
... This all-female unit repeatedly achieved remarkable feats during the war, inflicting heavy losses on the enemy. Admittedly, the strength of over ten thousand people was insufficient to reverse the course of the war; the decisive factor in the First Korean War was the Chinese People's Volunteer Army. However, this spontaneously organized army played an immeasurable role in boosting the morale of the Korean people and strengthening their determination to defend their homeland. Therefore, after the war, under the instructions of the Supreme Leader, this army was preserved and named after the national flower, the azalea. The Azalea Army is a symbol of North Korea's indomitable spirit and a source of pride for the Korean people. North Korea is a traditional country where a planned economy still dominates, hindering its economic development. However, it is precisely within this unique system that the Azalea Army concentrated the elite of North Korean women. In the eyes of the Korean people, serving three years in the Azalea Army is far more honorable than attending university for three years. This is not only due to the belief in serving the country and the influence of the Azalea Army, but also to the importance placed on the military within North Korea's planned economy. Generally, retired soldiers and officers are often given better jobs than university graduates. Therefore, every year, the number of applicants for the Jindalai Army exceeds 400,000, but only one-twentieth are ultimately selected. To join the Jindalai Army, one must be at least 1.60 meters tall. While there are no specific appearance requirements, everyone appreciates beauty, and under equal conditions, examiners often intentionally or unintentionally favor girls with regular, attractive features. Thus, some jokingly say that 50% of North Korea's beautiful girls are from Jindalai. While this is somewhat exaggerated, anyone who has witnessed the Jindalai Army's drills is captivated by these youthful, beautiful, and spirited girls. Every morning at Nampo Central Square, the Jindalai Army honor guard raises the flag. At dawn, dozens of people gather in the square to watch seven 1.75-meter-tall girls, dressed in military uniforms, march confidently across the square. This group of girls changes weekly, leaving many astonished at how many soldiers in the army are more beautiful than actresses. Of course, while people may admire and admire, few in North Korea dare to even consider recruiting soldiers. Several powerful figures, like Kim Yong-sung, had hinted at their intentions to Park Hyon-kook, either openly or covertly, but Park Hyon-kook had always refused. Intimidated by Park Hyon-kook's influence, no one dared to make the same move again. The Kim Dal-rae Army Group consisted of four corps: the 81st, 82nd, and 83rd Corps were conventional corps, while the 86th Corps was mechanized, totaling over 70,000 personnel—the smallest of North Korea's eight army groups. Following the Military Commission meeting convened by Kim Dal-ri, North Korea issued its highest-level mobilization order. Entering the Kim Dal-rae camp, the atmosphere was noticeably different. The number of vehicles and personnel on the camp's roads had surged. Ammunition, supplies, and medicines were rapidly converging from all directions and being distributed to various combat units. Many female soldiers were packing their gear, ready for immediate deployment. Each corps and division was holding mobilization rallies and oath-taking ceremonies; the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder. The carefree laughter of young girls was no longer heard in the barracks. Acquaintances greeted each other with a few words of farewell, and close friends even embraced. In the solemn atmosphere, the expressions of the girls hurrying by varied. Some were resolute, their determination to sacrifice themselves for their country written on their faces; some had bright eyes, revealing fearlessness and longing for war; others looked bewildered, filled with doubts about the future; and of course, a few female soldiers had eyes like frightened deer, their hearts filled with fear of war and death... They were too young! Park Hyun-kook stood on the fourth-floor balcony of the Red Building in the center of the barracks. The Red Building was the heart of the Jindalai Army, four stories high, serving as the operational command post for the entire army group. Lin Lan and Jin Yingzi stood on either side of her, watching the bustling, orderly flow of people below. They would grow in battle. Jin Yingzi's cheeks were slightly flushed. Although she didn't entirely agree with Jin Dingli's military operation plan, since the war had begun, shedding the last drop of blood for her country was a soldier's destiny, and her heart was filled with a desire for battle. According to the plan, Jin Dajun was the third echelon. Only if the front lines failed, the enemy crossed the 38th parallel, or launched a surprise attack on the rear would there be a real war. Therefore, she was conflicted. On one hand, she hoped for a decisive victory, preventing the war from reaching her homeland. But if that happened, as a soldier, she wouldn't even have the chance to fight in this major battle, a regret she would carry for life. She had considered asking Park Hyun-kook to transfer her to the First Army Group, but being a mature soldier, she suppressed this irrational idea. " Yes! They will grow, but the price of growth is too high!" Park Hyun-kook sighed. Peace had lasted for over fifty years, and everyone's understanding of war came from books. The cruelty of war was unimaginable to these energetic and vibrant girls in their twenties. She was someone who had emerged from darkness; although she hadn't experienced war herself, she had an incredibly profound understanding of darkness. In this war, the apparent opponent was South Korea, but in reality, the Dark Cult was secretly controlling the conflict; the outcome was unpredictable.

Thinking of the Demonic Sect, she turned slightly and glanced at Lin Lan. Ji Dongying must have her reasons for keeping her by her side. Recently, she had accidentally discovered that Lin Lan had a peculiar predictive ability regarding certain upcoming events, especially war. She had even organized several live-fire exercises specifically for this purpose, and Lin Lan had accurately predicted which side would win each time. She had also correctly predicted the duel between Che Haize and Jin Dingli. Whether this ability was related to her identity as a witch, or whether it was the work of that mysterious power, remained a mystery. "
Lin Lan, what do you think?" Park Hyun-kook asked. "
Although I don't remember my past, you told me I was originally a soldier." Lin Lan paused, then continued, "At this moment, I think that can't be wrong. Although I know war means death, if war is unavoidable, I will still be at the forefront." Lin Lan speaks English, Japanese, Russian, and Korean. Her amnesia hadn't affected her language abilities, so she had no language barrier in Korea.
Park Hyun-kook was taken aback. She hadn't expected that Kim Young-ja and Lin Lan both had such a strong fighting spirit. Yes! As the commander of an army group, in the face of an inevitable war, any slight hesitation could lead to enormous losses. She had to be alert, clear her mind, and ensure the survival of the Jindalai Army, entrusted to her by her sister—this was a responsibility she had to shoulder. She smiled brightly, casting aside thoughts of life, death, honor, disgrace, and sorrow. War was like a game of chess, and chess was like war; she had become one with the game.
In the operations room, all eight members—the commanders and chiefs of staff of the four armies—were present. Jin Yingzi pointed to the hanging map of the Korean Peninsula and began assigning operational tasks.
Currently, our First to Sixth Armies had all assembled along the Third and Eighth Parallels. Once the war began, our army would launch a full-scale attack. The Fifth and Sixth Armies would target Seoul, striking the enemy's heart; the Second and Third Armies would attack Incheon; the Fourth Army would take Uijeongbu via Jeongok-ri; and the First Army would advance along the right flank, targeting Chuncheon. According to current intelligence, South Korea's nationwide mobilization is not yet fully complete. There are approximately 400,000 troops in four army groups along the 3rd and 8th parallels, giving our army a numerical advantage. The Central Military Commission has set the capture of Seoul, Incheon, Uijeongbu, and Chuncheon as the first-phase strategic objective. If we can capture them successfully, victory will be in our hands. The 7th Army Group, as the second echelon, is assembling in Pyeongsan. Our army group is responsible for organizing the inner line defense, mainly to prevent enemy flanking maneuvers or airborne attacks. Now, I announce the defense plan formulated by the army group's operational command: the 81st Army is in Pyongyang, the 82nd Army is in Sawon-ri, two divisions of the 83rd Army are in Sincheo, and two divisions are in Suncheon. The 86th Army, together with the command, will remain in Nampo. Analysis shows that these are the cities the enemy is likely to attack. Each area has a considerable number of militia organizations. We must cooperate with the local militia to do a good job in defense and ensure the absolute safety of all major cities. Now, please let Commander Park speak. Kim Young-ja finished explaining the operational plan.
Park Hyun-kook stood up. "Commanders," he said, "war is about to begin, yet our Jindalai Army remains in the rear, unable to engage the enemy in direct combat. I imagine some comrades are harboring resentment. As a commander, I must boost the morale of my soldiers." Park Hyun-kook paused, then continued, "I don't see it that way! The Central Military Commission may be protecting us by leaving us in the rear, but those who stay until the end are often the trump cards. Think about it: if the war enters a stalemate, we can conserve our strength and, once engaged in battle, will surely turn the tide." Park Hyun-kook continued, "War is unpredictable. Although we are confident of victory, we must consider the worst-case scenario. We cannot rule out the possibility of setbacks at the front, or the enemy crossing the 3rd or 8th parallel. In that case, the entire defensive burden will fall on our shoulders. Therefore, once each army reaches its designated location, it must construct and improve its fortifications with maximum effort, organize local paramilitary forces, and strengthen its defenses. Gentlemen, war is cruel. I hope you are all fully prepared. At all times, remain calm and composed." Park Hyun-kook glanced at the crowd and finally said, "Comrades, see you on the battlefield!" Watching them depart, Park Hyun-kook fell into deep thought. She felt it necessary to go to the First Army Group and speak with Cha Hae-taek.
************ After years of painstaking effort, the Demonic Cult had essentially gained control of South Korea's entire military and political system. Without Lian Hong-ni, war would have broken out a year ago. It wasn't until Fang Chen severely injured Lian Hong-ni, disrupted the inter-Korean peace talks, and regained control of President Kim Kwang-jung that the situation was reversed, and the war resumed.
Although Fang Chen held a high position in the Demonic Cult, he was not skilled in warfare. The one who had been orchestrating the strategy in South Korea was Chi Qi Yi Wuji, one of the Demonic Cult's Five Divine Beasts. Among the powerful figures of the Demonic Cult—the Two Emperors, the Three Saints, the Four Demons, and the Five Divine Beasts—each possessed a military genius. The Two Emperors included Chi You, the Great Emperor, responsible for the Demonic Cult's global military defense; the Three Saints included the War Saint Zhuo Bufan; the Four Demons included the Berserker Blood Demon Situ Kong; and the Five Divine Beasts included the Crimson Kirin Yi Wuji. Through various means, Yi Wuji became the Minister of Defense of South Korea, gaining control of the entire South Korean military.
Yeongdeungpo, the western gateway to Seoul, served as the city's defense and bulwark. At the Yeongdeungpo military base, Yi Wuji, having just finished a military meeting, leaned wearily against a bench in the operations room.
Tall and imposing, with red hair, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, he possessed a strikingly handsome appearance. Although only twenty-eight years old, he appeared to be in his thirties. Yi Wuji rarely smiled. When he gazed at someone, his gaze possessed a powerful, penetrating force, commanding respect without anger. He occasionally smiled, but his smile was described as unfathomable; some said that when he smiled, grand plans and actions were often brewing.
He was an orphan, adopted by the war saint Zhuo Bufan. From a very young age, he had an overwhelming urge to worship war; he was born for war, destined to have his life inextricably linked with it.
How should this battle be fought? He had been pondering this question. Although slightly inferior in total troop strength, he possessed advantages in air superiority, naval control, mobility, and equipment. If a decisive battle were to unfold near the 3rd-8th parallel, he was 90% confident of victory. However, such a large-scale battle would result in heavy casualties on both sides, a Pyrrhic victory even if won.
War is an art; the art of war lies in subduing the enemy without fighting, achieving victory with fewer troops, or obtaining the greatest victory at the lowest cost. Moreover, there was another mission to accomplish: besides defeating North Korea, he also needed to vilify North Korea in the international community. Because China sided with North Korea, vilifying North Korea would also vilify China, paving the way for future wars.
A bold plan gradually took shape in his mind. This plan undoubtedly carried great risk, but if successful, all strategic and tactical objectives would be achieved. He decided to speak with Fang Chen; the plan required his assistance .
********** ... While Bai Shuiying was detained by the military and police, she still harbored illusions. But when she saw Jin Guangzheng and his vacant eyes, she knew he was nothing but a walking corpse. She despaired, and when she tried to escape, she still fell into Fang Chen's clutches. Chapter 3: The Flames of War, Section 1: New Power (Part 2) China, Dayu Mountain Base. The base's deputy commander, Shenfeng-level Qiu Xuling, fell into deep thought. She had just received a report that the Yunnan base had been attacked. Although the casualties were not significant, Mo Tian had been rescued. According to intelligence, there was a master wearing a bronze mask, invincible. Qiu Xuling judged that it should be Hei Mo Zhentian, the leader of the Black Dragon Society of the Demonic Cult. Mo Zhentian's martial arts were extremely strong; ordinary Phoenix Warriors were no match for him. It was not surprising that he could rescue Mo Tian, but the base where Mo Tian was imprisoned was very secretive. How could he have obtained this intelligence? The Korean War was imminent, and this was the first direct confrontation between the Demonic Cult and the Phoenix in sixty years. The situation is unfavorable now. North Korea's supreme leader has suddenly fallen ill, Kim Ding-ryeol has seized military power, and Ryun Hong-ni is no match for Fang Chen. There is absolutely no chance of winning this battle.

The situation in Hong Kong was also dire. Ji Xiaoyun was missing, and Jie Hanyan had gone to Egypt to avenge Luo Ziyan, leaving Fu Xingwu to fight alone.
Two of the five powerful members of the Demonic Cult, White Tiger Yin Xiao and Black Tortoise Tu Zhenzi, had already gone to Hong Kong, and even the Indian demonic monk Ananda was expected to go. Given this situation, should they also send reinforcements to try and annihilate the Demonic Cult's remaining forces in Hong Kong?
If so, they would have to deploy a Divine Phoenix-level warrior, but there were only a handful at the base. Who would be the most suitable?
Most worryingly, there were Demonic Cult spies within the base. She had investigated for many days without success; if this threat wasn't eliminated, it would bring unimaginable disaster.
Faced with a thousand and one problems, she calmed herself and considered how to untangle this knotted knot.
◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Fu Shaomin arrived in Hong Kong. The blows she had suffered over the past month had almost completely broken her. The once cheerful girl's face no longer held a radiant smile; a cold heart had robbed her of her youthful energy and vitality.
The special training course included 16 female police officers from China, Japan, Taiwan, Malaysia, Thailand, and Singapore—all elites among their respective national police forces.
The course was led by Gao Yun, from the Interpol headquarters in Lyon, France. She was Chinese, very beautiful, with short, dark brown hair, large, bright eyes, a straight, delicate nose, and a small, cute mouth. Perhaps due to her long time living in France, she possessed a sophisticated and uniquely romantic air. Tall and slender, even in winter with layers of clothing, her alluring figure was still undeniable, and her height gave her the envy of many girls. She was only twenty-three years old, but after several days, all the trainees respected her. Her superior skills during training earned everyone's admiration, and her corrections of every mistake were insightful and enlightening.
After this round of special training, three of the most outstanding female officers will join Interpol. Joining Interpol is a tremendous honor, especially since failing to be selected could lead to accusations that a certain country's female police officers are inferior to others, which also involves national honor. Therefore
, everyone is giving it their all to meet the challenge. Fu Shaomin is an exception. She doesn't care about joining Interpol; she mechanically throws herself into all the training and competitions.
She isolates herself, refusing to communicate with anyone. The aphrodisiac, like a leech, still greatly troubles her. Often, in the middle of the night, she secretly gets up and goes to the bathroom. The cold water cannot extinguish the burning desire; she can only masturbate in the water. After the exhausting pleasure, tears always stream down her face uncontrollably.
Perhaps it's because of her calm mind that she performs better; Fu Shaomin ranks first in physical fitness, combat, and shooting tests. In the afternoon, a simulated hostage rescue was conducted. She didn't cooperate with her teammates, rushing in alone. Although she successfully killed all the kidnappers, the hostage also died.
Why didn't she cooperate with her teammates? Gao Yun questions her.
Fu Shaomin had forgotten how she answered her, only remembering that the woman was still yelling, and she turned and left.
Unlike others who idolized Gao Yun, nothing mattered to her. She deliberately kept her distance from Gao Yun, the reason hard to explain. Perhaps Gao Yun was too outstanding, stirring a subtle jealousy within her; perhaps Gao Yun's gaze was too penetrating, and she didn't want others to touch upon those past events.
Gao Yun stared at Fu Shaomin's retreating figure, momentarily stunned. Although she was about the same age as Fu Shaomin, she had far more experience and life experience. She knew Fu Shaomin must have a secret and probably wanted to find time to talk to her properly.
After dinner, expecting Gao Yun to speak with her, Fu Shaomin left the training camp for the first time, wandering aimlessly through the streets. The dazzling lights and beautiful night view couldn't stir her stagnant heart. Watching couples embracing intimately pass by, a pang of sorrow gripped her heart, and she almost burst into tears again.
She didn't know how long she had walked. She glanced at her watch; it was almost midnight. She should go back. Looking around, she had no idea where she was, and there were no taxis.
She had no choice but to keep walking. Suddenly, she froze, like a puppet. Her eyes widened, her mouth gaped open, and she couldn't breathe. She saw someone—someone who should never be here again, a man she would recognize even if burned to ashes, a man she hated beyond measure—Mo Tian.
He emerged from a villa and got into a black RV. Without thinking, Fu Shaomin rushed towards him as fast as she could, but the car had already started. After driving a hundred meters or so, Mo Tian's car was getting further and further away.
In her frantic rush, the flames of hatred made her lose her mind. Only one thought remained in her mind: kill Mo Tian, even if it meant dying together.
Watching the car disappear from sight, Fu Shaomin's breath went cold, her legs went weak, and she staggered, grabbing a tree by the roadside, gasping for breath. In her haste, she didn't even note the license plate number. Looking back at the villa Mo Tian had come from, she saw a large crescent-shaped sign on the roof.
It took her a long walk to finally hail a taxi, and she arrived back at the training camp close to two o'clock. In the car, the aphrodisiac had begun to take effect; for some reason, her desire was stronger than usual. She didn't go back to her dormitory but went straight to the bathroom.
As she masturbated again, a pair of eyes watched her from the darkness, their gaze filled with doubt, pity, concern, and, and, a desire, a very strong desire…◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Hong Kong Silver Moon Pavilion.
From the moment Zhou Weizheng stepped into the Silver Moon Pavilion, it was as if he had entered a dream world, stepped into paradise. Everything happening around him was clearly real, yet he couldn't believe it.
On his first visit to the Silver Moon Pavilion, after watching a thrilling performance, his mind was racing and his genitals were throbbing. He was led, in a daze, to a luxurious bedroom. He was utterly astonished to find that lying on the spacious double bed was none other than a movie star he had always admired.
Staring at the beauty who had stepped out of the silver screen, he was speechless and at a loss for words. In this surreal moment, he realized that the woman known for her aloof and glamorous image on screen possessed a passion more intense than fire. That night, he made love to her endlessly until dawn, and Zhou Weizheng was still not fully sober.
Several days later, Li Quan invited him to the Silver Moon Pavilion again. He was somewhat prepared beforehand, but this time the surprise was even greater. Just yesterday, he and some colleagues had watched the Miss Hong Kong pageant live, and he particularly liked one of the contestants. When he opened the door and saw her standing gracefully in the center of the room in a cheongsam, this surprise left him completely bewildered.
Every time he left the Silver Moon Pavilion, Li Quan would smile and see him off, never saying much, but Zhou Weizheng wasn't stupid; he vaguely felt that Li Quan must have a purpose in doing so.
Although he worked for the government, his power was limited. However, he was in charge of the computer vote counting for this Chief Executive election. Could Li Quan be asking him to tamper with the votes? He dared not delve into that possibility. Although he was hopelessly addicted to lust, he still possessed a shred of conscience and a bottom line he had to uphold.
He had considered refusing Li Quan's invitation, but each time he couldn't escape the craving for desire. Last time, it was a 1.8-meter-tall supermodel whose long legs drove him wild. As she left, he remarked that it was a pity she wasn't a virgin. Today, he returned to the Silver Moon Tower. In the room was a girl slightly shorter than the previous supermodel, but with an even more alluring figure. "Please be gentle with me; I'm still a virgin," were the girl's first words upon his arrival.
In the oval office on the top floor of the Silver Moon Tower, Li Quan sat grimly in a leather swivel chair. In front of him was a huge rear-projection plasma television. Every room and every corner of the Silver Moon Tower was equipped with an electronic surveillance system, and the massive screen broadcast the explosive scene in Zhou Weizheng's room.
"You got off easy, you brat!" Li Quan cursed angrily, gripping the sofa armrest. He had originally wanted to sleep with the girl Zhou Weizheng had taken his virginity from, but the painful decision to let her go left him quite annoyed. He had already spent a considerable amount of money on Zhou Weizheng, but after several tests, Li Quan knew he wouldn't be completely devoted to the underworld. However, he still had cards to play.
In a state of extreme arousal, Zhou Wei, his rock-hard penis thrusting left and right, couldn't penetrate her vagina. Just as he was becoming as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, the girl's soft hand gently grasped the shaft, guiding it. He used the momentum to thrust forcefully, squeezing his penis into the incredibly narrow vagina.
An indescribable tingling sensation, like an electric current, spread throughout his body from the tip of his penis. This immense pleasure was something he had never experienced before. The women he had known before, though beautiful, were not virgins, and the physical pleasure outweighed the emotional experience. But today, although he still didn't know her name, he was her first man, and the virginity complex buried deep in every man's heart erupted with tremendous energy.
Thinking of the word "virgin," Zhou Wei thought of his wife. The first virgin he had ever encountered was, of course, Yan Lanyin, but that disastrous wedding night shattered his dreams.
Gazing at his beautiful wife, burning with desire, he could only watch. Although Yan Lanyin mentioned it, Zhou Wei knew about her near-rape experience and suspected she was no longer a virgin.
For eight consecutive days, his patience reached its limit. When he lunged at his wife in a fit of rage, she knocked him to the ground. No man could accept such a situation. Just as his anger erupted, Yan Lanyin suggested tying her up.
After tying Yan Lanyin up, Zhou Wei was in a state of extremely complex and contradictory emotions. He was well-educated and loved his wife. Looking at the tightly bound Yan Lanyin, he felt a strong sense of guilt, but on the other hand, he also felt a thrill. She could no longer break free from his embrace as she had for the previous seven nights, and the intense desire to conquer her made the already barely suppressed flames burn even more fiercely.
While thrilling, it also reminded him of his wife, who had also been tied up, surrounded by men, who had shamelessly touched her body. This was unacceptable to him; if she had truly been raped, their nascent marriage would be shrouded in a dark cloud.
With both of them so tense before sex, how could there be any spiritual or physical connection? Yan Lanyin's pained expression and cries made Zhou Weizheng feel like a rapist, not a husband. After struggling for a long time, his penis had barely entered when Yan Lanyin begged him to hurry. At first, he was gentle, afraid of hurting her, but later, annoyed by her cries, he couldn't care less and used brute force to complete the deflowering process amidst Yan Lanyin's tears.
Although the few drops of blood made him ecstatic, this night was destined not to leave them with pleasant memories. After a hasty end, both of them remained silent.
At that very moment, in the Silver Moon Pavilion, Zhou Weizheng's penis broke through the barrier of the virgin, penetrating all the way in. The girl cried out softly, her arms outstretched, tightly hugging Zhou Weizheng, her buttocks welcoming his thrusts, trying her best to give him the greatest pleasure. Although she was a virgin, she had undergone months of training and knew how to arouse a man.
Zhou Weizheng had completely forgotten about Yan Lanyin. He was like a bull in heat, his mind filled with images of her swaying breasts, her long, shapely legs, and the blossoming virginity of her maiden…◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Yan Lanyin was also at the Silver Moon Pavilion. Zhou Weizheng was on the third floor, and she was on the second. Although they were on different floors, their room numbers were the same.
They were only separated by a floor, a few meters apart, but their states of mind were completely different.
After several days of training, Yinggu arranged for her to officially start working as a prostitute, which was also Li Quan's idea. For so many days, although Yan Lanyin dared not resist under coercion, she had not given in spirit. Li Quan wanted to completely reduce her to a prostitute and give her another heavy blow.
Yan Lanyin entered the room almost at the same time as Zhou Weizheng. She was wearing a light gray suit and skirt, a flesh-colored silk skirt, and pointed high heels. She wore light makeup, like an elegant white-collar lady. Inside the room were two short, stout Arab men dressed in white robes, both with sunken eyes, high noses, and thick beards, their appearances remarkably similar.
The two foreigners were excited, shouting and babbling in a language Yan Lanyin couldn't understand a word of. She maintained a smile; this was Yinggu's request. Yinggu had told her that she could see her every move, and if her performance satisfied her, she could leave after serving the guests; otherwise, she would have to continue until Yinggu was satisfied.
Following the two Arabs' instructions, Yan Lanyin stood on the glass round table and removed her stockings and panties. She spread her legs, exposing her bare genitals for them to admire and fondle. The most difficult part was maintaining a smile as they inserted their rough, calloused fingers into her vagina and anus.
A huge penis was placed near her mouth; she blankly opened her bright red lips and swallowed the shaft, a wave of bitterness washing over her. She never dreamed that one day she would fall from a revered policewoman to a prostitute.
"Weizheng, forgive me, Feixue, forgive me," she murmured to herself as another Arab man placed her legs on his shoulders, his penis penetrating her body, almost reaching her cervix.
Fate was cruel. Yan Lanyin endured immense shame for her family and lover, while at the same time, her husband was in the same building, sleeping with another woman, and her sister Feixue couldn't escape a life of constant sexual abuse. Everyone who gives hopes for a return, but what happens when they learn the cruel truth?! People live for hope; what happens without hope?!
Both Arab men were on Viagra, incredibly powerful, their relentless, forceful thrusts causing Yan Lanyin excruciating pain in her lower body, but she had no choice but to endure it. They held Yan Lanyin, one sitting on a chair, the other attacking from behind, a pincer movement, two huge penises inserted into her vagina and anus respectively, causing Yan Lanyin to gasp in pain.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a man in black slipped in, nimbly rolling and crouching behind a wooden chair. Almost simultaneously, the two Arabs, including Yan Lanyin, felt their hearts clench tightly. It was a very strange feeling, like a daydream—awake, yet unable to move or speak.
The dark barrel of a gun was pressed against the backside of the Arab sitting in the chair. "Continue, or I'll kill you," the man in black said in English. Judging from the voice, it was a very young woman; her face was veiled, obscuring her features, but her large eyes were captivating.
After saying this, the strange pressure lessened considerably. Although the two Arabs looked terrified, they had no choice but to obey orders. At that moment, a burst of gunfire erupted outside the door.
The two Arabs didn't know why they were being forced to do this, but Yan Lanyin did. The room was equipped with surveillance cameras. In a short time, she had determined the location of the cameras and found a blind spot to hide in. Her skill, judgment, and agility were something she admired.
Although Yan Lanyin was sandwiched between two people, she could still see them over their shoulders. "Are you a police officer?" Yan Lanyin asked softly in Chinese.
The woman in black was listening intently to the sounds outside. Hearing Yan Lanyin's words, a look of doubt appeared in her eyes. Although she had reduced her mental control over them, they should still be unable to speak, but this woman seemed to be out of control. "Be
careful," Yan Lanyin said. Although she didn't answer, her intuition told her that the woman in the black trench coat was a police officer. She was somewhat worried; if she fell into Li Quan's hands, it would be worse than death.
The woman in black nodded slightly to Yan Lanyin. "Who are you?" She also felt that this woman was somewhat unusual.
A trace of pain flashed across Yan Lanyin's face. The two penises inserted into her body were still writhing, although the speed was much slower than before, but they were a stark reminder that she was nothing more than a plaything under a man's crotch.
She hesitated for a long time before softly saying, "Prostitute." That was all she could say. Could she really say that her body and soul as a Hong Kong police officer had been defiled? She didn't want to further tarnish the two sacred words in her heart—"police officer."
The woman in black wasn't too surprised. Here, those offered to men for their pleasure were, of course, prostitutes. She could speak because her willpower was stronger than the average person's; sometimes, the strength of willpower has nothing to do with profession. "
I've come to rescue a friend," the woman in black said. For some reason, perhaps because Yan Lanyin was playing the role of a prostitute, she still retained some of the qualities of a police officer. Perhaps this feeling gave her a certain warmth.

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