[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - 29

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Chapter Three: The Flames of War, Section One: New Power (Part Two)

Suddenly, the gunfire subsided. The black woman fell silent, her attention fixed on the commotion outside the door.
Yan Lanyin's eyes welled up with tears, almost spilling over again. How lucky her friend was! But who would save her? When would she escape this hellish life?
A cacophony of footsteps and voices sounded outside. Suddenly, the black woman leaped like a cheetah, gun in hand, flung open the door, and rushed out.
In that instant, Yan Lanyin desperately turned her body toward the open door—there lay light, there was freedom! But light and freedom seemed so far away, so unattainable!
At that moment, the two Arabs, freed from their mental constraints, simultaneously reached a climax. Perhaps the threat of death had intensified, and the sudden climax had infused them with a morbid frenzy. They roared. The one in front gripped her breasts, the white flesh spilling out like wet flour between his fingers; the one behind gripped her thighs, his nails piercing her skin, digging deep into her flesh.
The two men stood up, lifting her into the air. Their enormous penises nearly cleaved her in two, and wave after wave of semen pounded against her uterus, rushing into her rectum, churning her body in excruciating pain.
At that moment, perhaps it was her yearning for light that gave her courage, perhaps the fearless spirit of the woman in black that moved her, or perhaps the deadly brutality of the two foreign men that enraged her, Yan Lanyin suddenly erupted. She slammed her elbow into the head of the man behind her, causing blood to spurt from his nose. The man in front, before he could react, was punched in the chest, the force sending his short, stout body tumbling to the ground along with the chair.
He fell backward, his penis ejaculating its last stream of semen, the powerful impact sending it hurtling towards Yan Lanyin's cheek. She instinctively reached out to block it.
At that moment, the open door closed, plunging the room into darkness. Yan Lanyin's heart sank in that instant. The door could be easily opened, but could she walk out? Could she abandon Feixue and Weizheng?
The answer was no! Her hand, which had been trying to block the semen, suddenly lost its strength. The milky, viscous substance hit the corner of her lips, extinguishing the flame burning in her heart.
She was too lazy to wipe it away; it would just keep coming back anyway. She stood there quietly, her face expressionless, her soul seemingly detached from her body. The room was eerily quiet, with the faint sound of dripping semen dripping from between her legs onto the floor.
The two Arabs slowly got up, momentarily at a loss. They were furious at being attacked for no reason, but dared not approach.
The standoff continued, and then gunshots rang out outside. She worried for the woman in black; she hoped she would succeed. If she, like herself, became a prey for men's sexual abuse, it would be a great tragedy!
Perhaps seeing that Yan Lanyin didn't move, the two Arabs approached her. One of them retrieved a set of handcuffs, leg irons, and chains from the room—a SM device.
Yan Lanyin did not resist, letting them twist her hands behind her back, forcefully press her to the ground, and put shackles on her feet. The silver chains gleamed as they connected her hands and feet, binding her freedom in an X-shape on her back.
Only after being shackled did the two Arabs gain confidence. Looking at their murderous glares, Yan Lanyin knew that tonight would be another long, stormy night.
Chapter Three: The Flames of War, Section One: New Power (Part Three)
Hong Kong, Silver Moon Pavilion. Since seeing Mo Tian, Fu Shaomin had been waiting by the Silver Moon Pavilion every night. Only a day later, she saw him again.
When Mo Tian arrived, there were many people at the entrance of the Silver Moon Pavilion. He was pushed inside as soon as he got out of the car, and she couldn't find an opportunity to strike.
Fu Shaomin decided to wait, but by 1 a.m., most of the customers had left, but Mo Tian still hadn't come out. She couldn't hold back any longer and decided to go in, find him, and kill him.
Finding a secluded spot, Fu Shaomin climbed over the wall but didn't see anyone. She lay hidden in the grass, observing for a long time. Seeing that the third floor had the most lit rooms, she went to the back of the building and climbed up the drainpipe.
She wasn't sure if Mo Tian was there, nor did she know the true situation in the building. Acting rashly would be dangerous, but the fire of revenge blinded her; she had only one thought—to kill Mo Tian.
Reaching the third floor, she faintly heard voices coming from a room with tightly drawn curtains. She listened carefully, and one of the voices was Mo Tian's.
Fu Shaomin took a deep breath, leaped, and flew towards the window. Amidst the deafening crash of shattering glass, she burst into the room like a bird. Mid-air, she already had her gun in hand. She was very confident in her marksmanship; at such close range, Mo Tian couldn't possibly escape.
Once inside the room, she realized her mistake. There was no one inside; the voices were coming from a loudspeaker. Knowing something was wrong, she turned and rushed towards the window, but an iron gate suddenly rose up, blocking the window and her escape route.
Before she could react, several figures leaped out from behind the sofa and curtains. They were dressed in black and wielded metal rods, each a foot long and as thick as a thumb, retractable like antennas. Fu Shaomin raised her gun to fire, but a rod struck her wrist, knocking the gun from her hand.
Despite being in dire straits, Fu Shaomin remained calm, parrying the metal rods that came hurtling towards her from both sides, leaping into the air, and delivering a flying kick to her enemies. There were five people surrounding her, all of them Li Quan's bodyguards. They were skilled in martial arts and armed. Although Fu Shaomin was brave, she was outnumbered and found herself in a fierce battle.
During the fight, the door swung open, and Mo Tian and Li Quan walked in, followed by Liu Xiong, the leader of the Crimson Flag Hall, and a dozen or so members of the Black Dragon Society. The Silver Moon Tower was a stronghold of the Black Dragon Society, equipped with a highly advanced security system and surveillance cameras throughout. Therefore, the moment Fu Shaomin stepped into the Silver Moon Tower, she was already under the Black Dragon Society's surveillance.
Fu Shaomin saw Mo Tian and roared, trying to rush over, but a barrage of clubs blocked her way. "
You choose the path to hell when there's a way to heaven! You didn't get enough fun in Yunnan, and now you've run into this mess!" Mo Tian also hated her intensely. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have been captured in Yunnan and had his martial arts crippled. "
Young Master Tian, what do you plan to do with her?" Li Quan learned from Mo Tian that she was a policewoman from the mainland. Although it would be a pity to kill such a beautiful woman, the shrewd man wouldn't let a woman displease Mo Zhentian's son. "
Beat her to death!" Mo Tian gritted his teeth and said.
Hearing Mo Tian's order, several men in black turned their gazes to Li Quan. Although Li Quan sighed inwardly, he could only nod in agreement.
The men in black swung their metal clubs with increased power, but the clubs were thin, so even if they hit a vital spot, it wouldn't be fatal. Despite her desperate resistance, Fu Shaomin was relentlessly struck by the whistling blows of the clubs. Her long hair was disheveled, her breathing rapid, her black coat and trousers, along with her purple shirt, were tattered, and her fair skin was covered with bright red welts.
Soon, Fu Shaomin was knocked to the ground, unable to resist. She clutched her head, her almost naked body rolling on the ground. The men in black, bent over, continued to rain blows upon her with their clubs. At this rate, she would be beaten to death soon. "
Wait," Mo Tian said coldly. The men in black stopped, two of them grabbing Fu Shaomin's shoulders and dragging her to her feet, forcing her to kneel on the ground.
"You're the one who made me wish I were dead!" Mo Tian strode forward, snatched a metal club, and struck her head repeatedly, blood gushing from Fu Shaomin's forehead.
"You'll die a horrible death!" Fu Shaomin raised her head, staring intently at Mo Tian, the burning flames of hatred in her eyes chilling everyone to the bone.
Mo Tian laughed in fury, throwing away the stick. "I originally wanted to beat you to death with one blow, but that would be too easy on you. Since you like being fucked, today I'll let you have your fill." He turned to the crowd and said, "Those who want to go first, let me go first." Liu Xiong, who was standing beside Li Quan, was already itching to get his hands on her. Hearing this, he strode forward, squatted down beside her, and ripped off her panties. His huge hands grabbed her buttocks. "This girl's ass is so sexy!" Liu Xiong laughed loudly.
From the moment she fell into the trap, Fu Shaomin had no intention of leaving alive. Death wasn't frightening; she had long harbored the will to die. But the inability to avenge her enemies and the prospect of further humiliation filled her with resentment, a surge of pain and despair washing over her.
Liu Xiong unzipped his trousers, revealing his enormous, ugly penis. He spat into his palm and smeared it haphazardly on Fu Shaomin's genitals, then prepared to thrust in. "
Wait!" Li Quan suddenly shouted, holding a walkie-talkie. His subordinate had just reported that another masked woman had broken into the Silver Moon Tower.
Gunshots rang out suddenly, and at close range. "Young Master Mo, please leave first," Li Quan said calmly. If Mo Tian were to die here, he wouldn't be spared even with ten heads. Protected by four guards, Mo Tian entered a hidden door leading directly to the basement, where several bulletproof cars were located for a safe evacuation.
The thirty-odd guards of Silver Moon Tower were personally selected by Li Quan. They were all skilled in martial arts and firearms, their abilities comparable to elite special forces units worldwide. He was confident that whoever entered, even a Phoenix Warrior, wouldn't leave easily.
The gunfight raged in the corridors between the second and third floors. The opposing force had skillfully disrupted the surveillance system, preventing them from pinpointing her location.
After a while, the gunfire subsided, and a guard reported that the enemy was out of ammunition. Li Quan, who had captured her alive, gave the order via walkie-talkie. Soon, the guard reported that the attacker had been captured. "
Let's go see who this amazing person is," Li Quan said, delighted. He and Liu Xiong left the room, and he pointed at Fu Shaomin, saying, "She might be part of the same group."
On the second floor, more than a dozen guards in black surrounded a woman. She wore a black trench coat and high-waisted black trousers, with broad shoulders, a slender waist, and long legs. The lines of her chest revealed her full breasts. Although her face was covered by a silk scarf, her crescent-shaped eyes shone like stars. Judging from those eyes alone, Li Quan was certain she was a beauty, and a very young one at that. "
Who are you?" Li Quan gestured, and his subordinate removed the silk scarf. As expected, she was even more beautiful than he had imagined, with exquisitely sculpted features and a striking, unforgettable appearance. "
Your name is Li Quan, general manager of Zhentian Company. You're a legitimate businessman in name only, but in reality, a lackey of the Black Dragon Society." The young woman smiled slightly, her expression calm despite being held at gunpoint. "
She's with you, isn't she?" Li Quan pointed to Fu Shaomin, who was being held by the guards. Fu Shaomin's eyes were filled with confusion; she clearly didn't recognize her. Seeing her naked and wounded, the young woman's eyes flashed with even more murderous intent.
The girl's extraordinary composure made Li Quan feel that something was amiss. As he pondered this, Liu Xiong stepped forward from the crowd, walked up to the girl, and seeing her still so stubborn even at this point, he swung his hand and struck her cheek hard.
Bright red blood seeped from the girl's mouth, and she defiantly turned her head, spitting the bloody saliva onto Liu Xiong's face. "
Damn it, if it weren't for your looks, I would have killed you with one blow!" She had ruined his plans, and Liu Xiong, with nowhere to vent his anger, reached out, grabbed her collar, and ripped open her tight underwear, pulling it up to her waist along with her purple bra.
Instantly, all the men present stared wide-eyed. The girl's hemispherical breasts were exquisitely beautiful, the nipples in the center of the spheres slightly upturned as if suspended by a thread, the pale pink nipples like the finishing touch on the peaks of her jade-like breasts.
Her clothes were torn open, but the girl didn't resist or try to cover herself, leaving her breasts exposed to everyone.
Liu Xiong's hands gripped those alluring breasts tightly, and everyone's eyes were filled with envy, wishing they could touch them too.
Only Li Quan sensed the danger. He looked around and suddenly saw a figure appear out of nowhere, swiftly taking down the two guards holding Fu Shaomin. She supported the swaying Fu Shaomin with one hand, and held a gun in the other, the dark muzzle pointed at Li Quan. She was the mysterious woman hiding in Yan Lanyin's room.
Li Quan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body chilled to the bone. He secretly regretted underestimating his opponents. There were two of them. Although the first one had been detected by the surveillance system, she had sabotaged the cameras along the way, allowing the second one to infiltrate undetected. The first one had deliberately been captured to lure them out. Li Quan had to admire their cunning and audacity. "
Everyone, don't move!" The woman with the gun was also masked, slightly taller than the captured girl, with a more alluring figure and a more intense murderous aura.
"Can you kill all these people by yourself? I just need to order them to fire at once, and I guarantee you'll be riddled with bullets," Li Quan said with a smile. "
Don't be so confident!" the girl said coldly. "First of all, you'll definitely die before they fire. And besides, I guarantee your useless henchmen aren't even capable of firing a shot. Want to take a gamble?" Cold sweat began to bead on Li Quan's forehead. For some reason, a heavy weight pressed on his heart, making it difficult to even breathe. He was also certain that this mysterious woman possessed the abilities she claimed. "What do you want?" his voice was hoarse. "
I just want to take her away. I don't want to kill anyone today," the mysterious girl said. "
Okay, no problem," Li Quan agreed as if possessed, even he himself couldn't believe how quickly she responded. In his eyes, she seemed much taller, like a giant, an invincible giant, and fear gripped his heart.
The young woman helped Fu Shaomin walk slowly past. "Anyone who's thinking of shooting, I guarantee they'll be the first to die!" Her murderous gaze swept over the crowd, leaving everyone speechless, as if bewitched. No one dared to raise a gun, or even consider firing.
As she slowly passed the crowd, Liu Xiong suddenly roared and attacked her with a palm strike. Before the palm even landed, his powerful inner energy pressed down like a mountain. "
I know it's you!" The mysterious woman snorted coldly, turning her face towards Liu Xiong. The instant their eyes met, Liu Xiong felt as if he had been struck hard in the heart by a sledgehammer. His inner energy scattered, and his expression changed drastically. He had heard that those who had cultivated martial arts to the highest level could subdue their enemies invisibly with just their will and killing intent. Could this mysterious woman actually possess such legendary cultivation?
A gunshot rang out, and Liu Xiong, shot in the left shoulder, staggered and crashed into the wall. Almost simultaneously, his palm strike, though greatly weakened, struck the mysterious woman's chest. She groaned, her body slamming into the wall on the other side, blood gushing from her mouth and staining her veil.
In that split second, the crowd, as if under a spell, regained their senses, and several began to stir, preparing to retaliate. "
Anyone who dares to move will surely die," the girl said in a deep voice, though her voice was somewhat hoarse.
Liu Xiong, still wounded, was extremely puzzled. She could dispel his true energy with just a glance—what kind of martial arts was that? Yet she had been injured by his palm strike, and it didn't seem like she knew any ancient martial arts. This was too incomprehensible.
She held her gun level, her gaze sweeping over them. The crowd, as if bewitched, dared not move until the three of them disappeared from sight. Only then did they snap out of their daze and frantically chase after them, only to see them get into a car—they couldn't catch up.
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The island is teeming with experts and heavily guarded. The defenses are overseen by the Azure Dragon, the leader of the Five Divine Beasts, the Indian Demon Monk Ananda, the leader of the Four Demons, and the Vermilion Bird Yulan, one of the Five Divine Beasts, among other masters.
Falling Phoenix Island is the world of the Demonic Sect, and also a paradise for men. The Demonic Sect's top experts love to come here because, besides fine wine, there are also beautiful women.
One of the two saints of the Demonic Cult—the Invincible Emperor Xing Tian—once ordered each continent's Demonic Cult organization to send 20 women annually, with the Asian Black Dragon Society doubling the task. How could anyone disobey the Demonic Saint's command? The Demonic Cult's power was immense, and the girls sent to Falling Phoenix Island were all exceptional beauties, chosen from among thousands.
The Phoenix Warriors imprisoned on the island were all young and beautiful, but what attracted the Demonic Cult's experts most were their status and their aura. The beauties sent to the island were quickly trained into obedient slaves, while the imprisoned Phoenix Warriors rarely submitted. To be high above, wielding a whip, and making the women who were once formidable enemies groan in pain beneath one's crotch—what a pleasurable thing that would be!
Every year, the Demonic Cult selected elites from around the world to Falling Phoenix Island for a six-month ancient martial arts training program. Only about ten out of hundreds could pass the first stage of training, after which they would have the opportunity to enter the Demon God Cave to learn even more advanced martial arts. Before entering the Demon God's Cave, there's a celebration where everyone receives a stunningly beautiful virgin as a reward, with the strongest martial artist having priority.
At the southern end of the island stand three European-style villas, three stories high, each with two rooms, generally accommodating two people. Today, over twenty young women are staying in the villas; the Demon Cult's elite training will end in half a month, and these women are the prizes for the victors.
All the rooms are dark, but starting at 11 PM, every so often, a chilling scream pierces the air.
Two armed guards stand at the villa entrance. The younger guard offers the other a cigarette; the screams come intermittently, quite frightening, and his hand trembles slightly as he takes the cigarette. "
Brother, if you saw that stuff, you'd be woken up in the middle of the night too," the other man says, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. "I've seen and heard it all before; it's nothing new!" The guard who offered the cigarette took a few deep drags. "Brother, I don't know where these twenty-odd girls came from, they're all stunning beauties. I, I..." He was a little out of breath. "If I could have one of them, my life would be worth it." He chuckled. "These girls are for cultivators. You try it if you dare. I don't have that ability." But then again, these women are better than last time. There was one in particular, and just one glance from her and my soul was bewitched. The older guard sighed, staring at the flickering cigarette butt in his hand, and said dejectedly, "Tonight, I won't fall asleep even without this cigarette." "Are you talking about the one on the top floor of Building One, the one with the long hair?" The younger guard suddenly threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. "I know you're talking about her. I've never seen such a beautiful woman in my life...
" The younger guard continued to ramble on, using the most beautiful adjectives he could think of to describe the woman.
"Do you think we have a chance to sleep with her?" The younger guard pulled out a cigarette and offered it to her again, trying to please her. "
There is still a chance," the older guard
said. "Tell me about it," the younger guard said impatiently. "
They won't stay here for long," the older guard pointed to some bungalows in the distance and said, "After they lose their virginity, most of them will have to live over there. People like us have a chance to go there once a month. If we're lucky, we might be able to sleep with her." "Great!" the younger guard said excitedly, his cheeks flushed. "
But don't be too happy yet. Why? In my experience, someone as rare as her will definitely be noticed by some big shot, and then we won't get a chance." The two stopped talking and turned their gazes to the room on the top floor of Building One, their eyes somewhat dazed.
Chapter Three: The Flames of War Section One: New Power (IV)
Hong Kong As the car drove far away from Silver Moon Building, the veiled girl took off her veil. "It's you, Instructor Gao!" Fu Shaomin called out.
Gao Yun gently wiped the bloodstains from her lips with her veil, smiling as she said, "There's nothing strange about this. You've been acting strangely these past few days. I've been watching you for a while. Once you're in the training camp, you're one of my people. How could I not help you when you're in danger?" She spoke calmly, as if she had done something very ordinary.
Fu Shaomin felt a surge of warmth in her heart, her eyes welling up with tears, and she choked out a thank you. She had come to this unfamiliar place alone, carrying countless wounds, using a facade of strength to shut herself off. But now, she had been pulled up from the abyss of despair, the fences of her heart had opened, and she no longer felt helpless. In an instant, the distance between their hearts disappeared.
Gao Yun took off her trench coat and gently draped it over her naked body. "We police officers, we deal with criminals every day. Danger is the most common thing in the world. If you were outside today, you would have come in to save me too." She took out a few tissues and wiped away a few glistening tears from Fu Shaomin's eyes, smiling as she said, "Alright, don't cry. Let me introduce you, she's also an Interpol agent." She pointed to the girl sitting in the passenger seat, straightening her torn clothes. "
My name is Sheng Hongyu. I heard Gao Yun mention you; she said you're a very good shot. Maybe we can spar sometime." Sheng Hongyu picked up the conversation, turning to smile at Fu Shaomin. "
Sure." Fu Shaomin's tears turned to laughter, her smile as radiant as a begonia after a storm. "She's an Interpol agent too?" The driver was also a young girl, but she hadn't spoken. "
I'm a Hong Kong police officer, my name is Shui Ling," the girl said, turning her head slightly. For a moment, Fu Shaomin was slightly stunned. This girl named Shui Ling was breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes were like the brightest stars, her skin was as smooth and delicate as a peach, and she possessed a unique temperament that was both noble and approachable. She was like a lotus blooming in the dark night, someone who could be remembered forever after just one glance.
Gao Yun was always thoughtful in her actions. If she and Sheng Hongyu failed to rescue the people, Shui Ling would do her best to mobilize the Hong Kong police force. Although the Black Dragon Society was powerful, it was difficult for them to control everything.
"Don't go back to the camp yet, let's find a place to apply some medicine." Gao Yun said. "
Let's go to my house. I live alone, and I have medicine at home. Let's all go together." Shui Ling suggested. "
Okay, we've been friends for so long, and I've never been to your house before." Sheng Hongyu was the first to agree. Gao Yun turned her gaze to Fu Shaomin, seeking her opinion. Fu Shaomin, of course, had no objections.
Shui Ling lived in a high-rise apartment in Central. Upon entering the room, she brought out a variety of medicines, including alcohol, mercurochrome, Yunnan Baiyao, and safflower oil. "
Let me do it," Gao Yun said, taking the medicine and having Fu Shaomin remove her tattered clothes and lie down on the sofa.
Although covered in wounds, most were superficial and didn't involve any serious injuries. A few days of rest and medication should be enough for a quick recovery. Most wounds were just red and swollen, without bleeding, requiring only alcohol for disinfection. A few broken skin and bleeding required mercurochrome and Yunnan Baiyao. Gao Yun meticulously cleaned each wound. Although it stung, Fu Shaomin didn't mind, feeling joy and relief.
Sheng Hongyu had just arrived in Hong Kong today and was dragged along by Gao Yun to help. Since she had arranged to meet Shui Ling, she brought her along as well. Sheng Hongyu and Shui Ling had fought side-by-side in Indonesia and were practically sworn brothers; their reunion today was naturally a joy. "
Is there any wine?"
"Yes, but they're all foreign liquors, just for decoration," Sheng Hongyu suddenly asked. Shui Ling didn't usually drink, which was a little strange. Sheng Hongyu used to have a high tolerance for alcohol, but she wasn't a heavy drinker.
"Foreign liquor is fine too. I'm so happy today, I'll naturally have a couple of drinks," Sheng Hongyu said. "
Okay, I'll go get them." Shui Ling went to the liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of premium Jack Daniel's whiskey, and a few stemmed crystal glasses. "
This is good." Sheng Hongyu poured most of a glass and drank it all in one gulp. She took the bottle and poured another half glass.
In the blink of an eye, she had drunk three glasses in a row. Shui Ling was a little dumbfounded, but she vaguely guessed the reason behind it. However, she would never say it out loud. All she could do was drink with her. As long as she was happy, what did it matter if she got drunk?
Shui Ling was right. After Sheng Hongyu lost her virginity to Hajiri in Indonesia, she was gang-raped by more than 150 men in less than 24 hours. She endured the pain and continued to fight, but the humiliating memories gnawed at her like venomous snakes. She started drinking to relieve the pain.
Gao Yun, of course, knew this too. She sighed softly and focused intently on cleaning Fu Shaomin's wounds. Since she was applying medicine, gentle caresses were inevitable. Nighttime was when the aphrodisiac took effect; Fu Shaomin felt hot all over, and her secret place slowly became moist.
Looking at Gao Yun, she saw the same burning flame as Fu Shaomin—a secret she had buried.
Several years ago, one winter in the snowy peaks of the Alps, while chasing a notorious criminal, she slipped and fell off a cliff. When her partner, Ding Lin, found her, she was frozen stiff and on the verge of death.
Ding Lin carried her to a sheltered cave, lit a fire, and the two embraced naked. Ding Lin warmed her with his body, pulling her back from the brink of death. That night, they hugged, caressed, and kissed each other. It all happened so naturally, so logically. From then on, Gao Yun lost all interest in men; Ding Lin became her only love.
A year ago, Ding Lin disappeared in Egypt. At the time, Gao Yun was tracking a drug lord in Europe. Upon hearing the news, she abandoned everything and rushed to Egypt, searching for Ding Lin for six months without success. Finally, persuaded by Bai Wuxia, she buried her grief and returned to Lyon, France.
Losing her lover, the lonely nights were naturally sleepless. Although France had a relatively open attitude towards sex, with many gay bars and clubs, these places were often chaotic, and Gao Yun naturally disdained going there. For the past six months, she had only suppressed her desires, filling the emptiness with work.
She had always had a deep impression of Fu Shaomin. When she witnessed Fu Shaomin masturbating in the bathroom, her alluring body and lingering moans further stirred her deeply buried desires.
Gao Yun tried hard to control her desires. They had only known each other for a short time, and she didn't want to frighten Fu Shaomin, since not many people could truly accept homosexuality.
Gao Yun's gaze shifted from Ding Lin's naked body, trying to distract herself. But when her gaze fell on Shui Ling, she froze. Shui Ling wasn't a big drinker. After several drinks with Sheng Hongyu, her cheeks were flushed, and she was feeling the effects of the alcohol. She felt hot all over, so she took off her outer garment and unbuttoned her shirt. Although she was still wearing a bra, it couldn't contain her enormous breasts, which heaved with each breath, a sight that was dizzying.
Gao Yun had known Shui Ling's breasts were extremely full from the first time she saw her, but seeing them in person was still quite shocking. Some say that large breasts on an Eastern woman can ruin the beauty of the body, but Shui Ling was an exception. Her breasts were very firm, and instead of sagging, they stood up slightly, full of youthful and healthy beauty.
Unconsciously, Gao Yun's hand reached across Fu Shaomin's lower abdomen and gently pressed against her private parts. Fu Shaomin let out a soft moan and her body twisted slightly. Gao Yun immediately woke up and withdrew her hand.
Fu Shaomin's face grew increasingly red, and the desire within her grew stronger. She sat up and said, "I need to use the restroom." There, there, and there... Shui Ling pointed in a direction; her house had three bathrooms: one next to the kitchen, one in the bedroom, and one in the guest room. Fu Shaomin hesitated for a moment. The bathroom in the guest room was the furthest from the living room, so she walked over there.
After Fu Shaomin left, Gao Yun remained restless. She was certain that Fu Shaomin would be masturbating in the bathroom. This was a perfect opportunity to spark a romance. Should she go or not? Her gaze swept over Shui Ling's alluring breasts again, and a flame burned brighter and brighter. Finally, she gritted her teeth, stood up, and walked towards the guest room.
The guest room door was open, but the bathroom door inside was locked. She listened intently, and a faint, alluring moan reached her ears. She hesitated for a minute, then finally reached into her pocket, pulled out a tool resembling a hairpin, and opened the door—it was far too easy for her.
The door opened slightly a crack, and peeking through, Fu Shaomin sat on the toilet with the lid down, her left leg slightly bent and her right leg propped up on the bathtub. One hand caressed her breast, the pointed buds standing erect and striking under her touch. Her other hand stroked her labia like playing the piano, her middle finger thrusting rapidly into her secret place.
Dozens of bloodstains on her white body, moving with her movements, transformed into an indescribable yet both sensual and eerie picture. A surge of heat rose within him, and he pushed open the door and went inside.
Love between people of the same sex is a complex emotion. Some fall in love because of mutual attraction, some because of narcissism, some because of a mother complex, some because of a fear of the opposite sex due to some event, and some for reasons that are inexplicable—a glance, a gesture, a word, and they fall in love.
Years ago, Gao Yun and Ding Lin developed a same-sex love amidst life-or-death situations. Ding Lin was older than her, so Gao Yun relied on her. Today, however, she felt a strong urge to protect Fu Shaomin. Driven by this thought, she slowly walked towards Fu Shaomin.
Fu Shaomin, caught in the throes of desire, suddenly saw Gao Yun. Shock froze her completely. Her first reaction was shyness; her cheeks flushed redder than apples. She lowered her hand from her breast, unsure where to put it. Her slender middle finger was stained with translucent fluid. She looked around, wanting to find a towel to wipe it off, but the towel was behind Gao Yun. She didn't know whether she should get up to get it.
Then, she was even more dumbfounded. Gao Yun quickly took off her top, trousers, and bra, revealing her trembling, ivory-like breasts. In an instant, she seemed to understand something. Her face turned even redder, her hands involuntarily clutching her chest, and her legs pressed tightly together.
Gao Yun was a little nervous. If Fu Shaomin refused, she wouldn't force her, but she still wanted to try and see if Fu
Shaomin could accept her. She took a deep breath and said, "I know you have a lot of pain in your heart. Believe me, I will help you and make you happy!" She squatted down, placing her hands on Fu Shaomin's knees. Fu Shaomin's mind was in turmoil. Yes, Gao Yun gave her a strong sense of security, and the medicine she had just applied had further aroused her desire, but this had all come too suddenly, without any preparation. She didn't know what to do.
Gao Yun looked up at her with passionate, expectant eyes. "Open your heart, leave all your sorrow behind. I swear, from now on I will fight alongside you, washing away all shame with the blood of our enemies." Perhaps it was these words that touched Fu Shaomin, perhaps it was Gao Yun's support during her most painful and confused moments, or perhaps the secret medicine from the "Heart Demon" had taken effect. Fu Shaomin's tense body relaxed, and her tightly closed legs slowly parted. "
Believe me!" As Gao Yun finished speaking, she abruptly lowered her head, her soft lips pressing tightly against the flower-red vulva. True to her decisive nature, her first strike hit the mark. There was no time for hesitation; Fu Shaomin's mind was still wavering, and she couldn't give her a chance to refuse.
Kissing each other's vulvas was an essential part of their intimate moments, and Gao Yun, skilled in the art, found the small clitoris in a flash, their tongues intertwining.
"Ah!" Fu Shaomin cried out softly, her body trembling as if struck by lightning. As Gao Yun's tongue rapidly teased the increasingly swollen clitoris, the irresistible tingling sensation made her lean forward, tightly embracing Gao Yun from behind, her fingernails digging deep into her snow-white skin.
More and more love juice gushed from Fu Shaomin's vulva. Gao Yun tilted her head back and said, "It's too small here. Let's go to the room, okay?" Fu Shaomin nodded almost without thinking. Gao Yun embraced her waist, and Fu Shaomin obediently placed her hand on her neck. The two walked to the bed in the guest room.
Because Gao Yun had closed the guest room door when they entered, neither Shui Ling nor Sheng Hongyu outside noticed what was happening inside. The two embraced tightly, their equally firm and full breasts rubbing against each other, their equally alluring red lips pressed together, and their equally long, beautifully contoured legs intertwined.
Perhaps due to the aphrodisiac, when Gao Yun kissed Fu Shaomin's vulva again, she instantly and uncontrollably reached the peak of sexual pleasure. Gao Yun immediately noticed the change in her body and thrust her tongue in with all her might. Fu Shaomin's thighs arched high, and her vagina contracted violently, as if pulling her tongue inward. After a spasmodic twisting, Fu Shaomin let out a long breath and straightened her legs. Fu
Shaomin had reached orgasm, but Gao Yun hadn't. She gently rotated her tongue, sucking the overflowing love juice from Fu Shaomin's vulva into her mouth little by little, before raising her head to look at Fu Shaomin.
Fu Shaomin's large, clear eyes were also looking at her. In just a few minutes, her thoughts had changed drastically. Yuan Qiang was dead; she had lost her lover. The experience of being raped had made her hate men. Unconsciously, she found Gao Yun's body so beautiful, so alluring.
After taking the aphrodisiac, which was like a leech clinging to her bones, she had relied on masturbation for satisfaction. This was completely different from the feeling of being caressed. The tidal wave of pleasure she had just experienced made her accept Gao Yun both physically and mentally. "
What are you thinking about?" Gao Yun asked nervously, seeing that Fu Shaomin hadn't spoken. She was afraid that Fu Shaomin would slap her and leave.
Fu Shaomin suddenly smiled, a smile that was extremely charming and somewhat unfathomable. "
What are you laughing at?" "Is that a question?" Gao Yun asked, puzzled. She suddenly noticed Fu Shaomin's gaze fixed on something. Following her gaze, a blush instantly spread across her face.
Fu Shaomin was clearly looking at her underpants; a coin-sized wet stain was conspicuously visible in the center of the pure white lace-trimmed fabric. "You—" Before Gao Yun could say anything, Fu Shaomin abruptly sat up, embraced her, and began sucking on her nipple. Like Gao Yun, Fu Shaomin was a person who loved and hated fiercely. If she made a decision, she would act with great boldness—killing Mo Tian was one example, and accepting Gao Yun's love was another.
In that instant, Gao Yun was overjoyed. Since losing Ding Lin, she had never felt so happy and fulfilled. As Fu Shaomin slowly removed her underpants, his soft, warm red lips pressed against her private parts, which had been closed for a year. At that moment, she melted. She let out a soft moan and tightly embraced his hot body, caressing him with her lips, her hands, and her heart, rekindling Fu Shaomin's desire, which burned even brighter and more intensely than the first time.
Outside the door, Shui Ling and Sheng Hongyu had already drunk two bottles of foreign liquor. Perhaps it was the joy of reuniting with friends who had once shared life and death, but Sheng Hongyu insisted on drinking more. Shui Ling couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she opened another bottle. Shui Ling had already drunk more than half a bottle, and both of them were close to being drunk.
"Hongyu, let's not drink anymore, okay?" Shui Ling still maintained her last bit of sobriety. "
Why not drink! I'm not drunk, I'm happy today! Come on, cheers!" Sheng Hongyu's words were somewhat indistinct. "
Let's not think about the past, let it be the past." All night, Shui Ling carefully avoided touching her wounds, but after drinking too much, she became uncontrollable in her speech.
"Hahaha!" Sheng Hongyu laughed loudly. "Let me tell you, that...that rapist of mine, named...named Hajiri, I've already killed him with one stab! So satisfying, so satisfying! Come on, bottoms up!" Shui Ling had no choice but to raise her glass and drink it all in one gulp. Through her drunken haze, she vaguely saw a glistening glint in Sheng Hongyu's eyes.
Today, when rescuing Fu Shaomin, Liu Xiong tore open Sheng Hongyu's clothes and, in full view of everyone, groped her breasts, reminding her of that hellish experience.
She was a strong warrior; without a strong will, she couldn't have calmly escaped and composedly fought back after losing her precious virginity and being gang-raped by 150 men, exceeding the limits of human endurance. But even the strongest person has a vulnerable side; the wounds left by violence are difficult to heal in a lifetime.
The word "rape" struck Shui Ling like a boulder thrown into a lake, unsettling her heart. She recalled the unknown Indonesian officer, the first man to have molested her. His dark, calloused hands, gripping her breasts, still haunted her like a ghost.
Then there was the repulsive warden, who used his short, stubby fingers to pull aside her panties. When he touched her untouched genitals, despair pierced her heart like a sharp knife.
The humiliation men inflicted on her went far beyond that. Every inch of her body bore the dirty marks of men's fingers; their penises had roamed freely between her once-proud breasts; her mouth had been filled with the filthy semen of their grotesque phalluses. Most humiliatingly, she had yielded to enemy guns. She thought she wouldn't die, but she was wrong. This dealt a devastating blow to her confidence. Although
Shui Ling was still a virgin, she no longer felt as pure as a blank sheet of paper. She feared that one day she would truly be raped; the fear of rape even surpassed the fear of death.
By the time the third bottle of wine was empty, they were all drunk. Shui Ling felt nauseous. She staggered to her feet and groped her way to the bathroom. She didn't go to the kitchen or the bedroom, but went straight to the guest room bathroom where Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin were.
She pushed open the door, but because the bed wasn't in a straight line with the door, Shui Ling didn't see them. Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin, too engrossed in
their work, didn't even hear her enter. Shui Ling immediately started vomiting, leaning against the sink. After a while, she stopped. Seeing herself in the mirror, some vomit stuck to her shirt and bra, she simply took them off, wiped herself with a towel, and stumbled out of the bathroom, then stumbled back into the room.
Gao Yun saw Shui Ling first. Staring at her large yet incredibly beautiful breasts, she gaped, speechless. Then Fu Shaomin saw her too, equally stunned by Shui Ling's angelic face and devilish figure. "
What are you doing?" Shui Ling saw them too, but being drunk, she couldn't understand why they were lying on the bed naked. To get a better look, she continued to stagger over.
When one has a tendency to like the same sex, the more beautiful the woman, the stronger the temptation. Gao Yun was naturally attracted to her, and Fu Shaomin even felt the same way, especially since they were close to climaxing, their desire burning fiercely. "
You must be playing around, I'll play with you." Shui Ling stumbled as she walked, and Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin jumped up at the same time, supporting her on either side. "
Why aren't you wearing any clothes? Are you that hot?" Shui Ling giggled, reaching out to tickle them, but being drunk, she lost her sense of direction and her hand grabbed their breasts.
Those whose desires were burning fiercely couldn't withstand such stimulation. Almost simultaneously, the two women wrapped their arms around Shui Ling's waist, and almost simultaneously, their lips pressed tightly against the buds of her nipples.
"Don't play, it tickles." Shui Ling laughed, pushing them away. But Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin didn't let go. Under their caresses, Shui Ling gradually became dazed. She couldn't possibly be fully conscious, but deep down she felt something was amiss. Yet, the tingling, itchy, and numb sensation on her breasts was strangely pleasurable. Her hands, unable to exert any strength, rested lightly on their shoulders, letting them kiss her clitoris.
Sheng Hongyu also entered, drunk as well. She practically crawled to the bedside, supporting Shui Ling as she knelt, saying, "I'll join in too." Her slurred words were unintelligible.
Shui Ling tried to regain her senses, and she succeeded, but the caresses of the three men made her body uncontrollable.
Her nipples hardened, red and beautiful, the areolas deepening in color like blooming flowers. Waves of heat surged through her body, gathering into huge whirlpools, pulling her body downwards. The
drunken Sheng Hongyu tugged at the ends of Shui Ling's trousers, trying to pull them down, but because the buttons were undone, she couldn't get them down. Gao Yun gently unbuttoned her clothes, and Sheng Hongyu pulled her black high-waisted pants down to her heels.
Six hands and three mouths caressed and kissed every inch of her delicate skin. At first, she could still stand, but later her body went limp, and she had no strength left. Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin helped her lie on her back on the bed. Fu Shaomin was on top, gently touching her clitoris with her nipples. Gao Yun was beside her, gently supporting her face, licking her earlobe with her tongue. "Don't be nervous, we're best friends," she whispered, and then their lips met tightly.
After a long kiss, the dazed Shuilin felt her panties slowly slip down her thighs. Her gaze passed over Fu Shaomin and saw that Sheng Hongyu had pulled her panties down to her knees. This was her last line of defense. If it were anyone else, she might have felt resistance, but with Sheng Hongyu, she trusted her completely, and this trust caused her bottom line to collapse entirely.
Gao Yun bent down, her serpentine tongue invading Shui Ling's virgin territory. Shui Ling was a virgin, but that didn't mean she lacked desire. In less than a minute, a black flame ignited within her. Her hands flailing, grabbing Fu Shaomin's breasts. She didn't let go; instead, she squeezed them hard.
Gao Yun's tongue gently parted the pink labia, invading the secret orifice so tight it could barely fit a finger. Shui Ling cried out, arching her back, her buttocks dangling in mid-air. Gao Yun's hands slipped beneath her, supporting her thighs, her tongue pushing even deeper.
At this moment, four extraordinary women completely opened their hearts, wildly and frantically seeking the greatest stimulation and pleasure. Any one of them was so beautiful that she could drive men crazy. At this moment, all four of them were naked, breasts pressed against breasts, thighs clamped together. You kiss my nipples, I caress her private parts, and she bites your earlobe...
Amidst the seductive moans and gasps, one of them reached orgasm, her love juices gushing forth. The others focused their attention on her, giving her the greatest pleasure. Moments later, after the orgasm, the flame of desire was still not extinguished. At this moment, another woman also reached the peak of sexual love, her flame igniting again. And so it went, again and again, everyone immersed in the frenzy of love and desire.
Today, Gao Yun's target was Fu Shaomin. She never expected things to turn out this way. Shui Ling passively accepted the advances while drunk, but as far as Gao Yun knew, Sheng Hongyu wasn't a lesbian. It was hard to explain why she did this. Perhaps the alcohol was at play, perhaps she thought it was fun, perhaps she wanted to let loose after suppressing her feelings for so long, perhaps she also harbored feelings for Shui Ling, perhaps...
This world has too many "maybes," too many possibilities. Perhaps a chance encounter could lead to finding true love; perhaps a sudden change could mean leaving this world.
Perhaps, perhaps in the not-too-distant future, on this moonlit night, four extraordinary policewomen, embracing, caressing, and kissing each other, seeking solace, indulgence, and happiness, would all fall into the abyss, becoming tools for men's lust, playthings under their crotches.
Humans cannot live forever. In the short span of life, to experience true happiness is enough. The moon outside the window pierced through the clouds, its bright light bathing the earth. Although this world has many ugly aspects, this beautiful moment is unforgettable.
Chapter Three: The Flames of War, Section One: New Power (V)
Hong Kong, Silver Moon Pavilion. After Gao Yun and others rescued Fu Shaomin, Silver Moon Pavilion was in chaos. Who on earth was this person, capable of rescuing someone right under their noses and even injuring Liu Xiong?
While Li Quan was pondering this, he heard a piercing scream coming from a nearby room. He rushed over with his men and saw two Arab oil tycoons brutally beating Yan Lanyin.
He immediately shouted for them to stop. The two Arabs were shouting angrily. After someone translated, Li Quan finally understood that the masked woman had been hiding in this room, and that Yan Lanyin had beaten two people.
After saying some kind words, Li Quan asked them to leave, untied her, washed her, and brought her to his office. Li Quan said that although it was already past midnight, there were still many distinguished guests in Silver Moon Pavilion. The recent gunfight must have left them trembling with fear, and he had to go and appease them.
Li Quan saw the guests off at the door. Zhou Weizheng also came out. He had originally planned to have a deep talk with him today, but he had lost interest. After settling everything, he returned to his office.
His two subordinates bowed and left when their boss entered, leaving Yan Lanyin alone in the room. After some grooming, she looked much better, still radiant and beautiful, though the melancholy between her brows was more pronounced.
Li Quan put his arm around her waist and led her to the window. A bright moon hung in the sky. Although it was late, lights still twinkled in the distance, making Hong Kong's night view breathtaking. "
So beautiful," Li Quan said softly, gazing into Yan Lanyin's eyes. "What do you think?" Yan Lanyin replied expressionlessly, somewhat mechanically, "Yes, life is so short. On such a beautiful night, we cannot be with the one we love, nor reunite with our loved ones. Why are we so stubborn? Why do we seek out pain?" Li Quan said slowly.
Yan Lanyin did not avoid his gaze. After a long while, she gently shook her head. "I can't do it." She could abandon her dignity and sell her body, but she would never betray her friends or harm her country.
Li Quan's gaze turned cold. "One day, you'll realize it." He released her hand and sat back in his chair. "Ying Gu has taught you a lot during this time. Show me what you're capable of." Yan Lanyin remained silent and began to take off the clothes she had just put on.
The night was always so long!
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Li Quan told Mo Zhentian about the incident at Silver Moon Tower the previous night. Mo Zhentian pondered for a moment and said, "Tell me how you felt then. When that woman pointed a gun at me, it felt like a huge rock was pressing on my heart. I had no strength left. Afterwards, I asked the guards, and they had the same feeling." Li Quan felt somewhat ashamed. The mysterious woman's forced entry into Silver Moon Tower had frightened Mo Zhentian's beloved son and rescued Fu Shaomin, which made him lose face.
"That's strange," Li Quan continued. "That woman could dispel Liu Xiong's true energy with just a glance, yet she was injured by his palm strike? Was she cheating?" Mo Zhentian suddenly stood up and said, "This isn't martial arts!" "Not martial arts?" Li Quan was a little confused.
"Yes, not martial arts!" Mo Zhentian paused, then said in a deep voice, "It's a kind of spiritual power, to put it bluntly, a special ability. According to intelligence, there's an organization called the Extreme Angels, whose core members possess this ability." "Extreme Angels?!" Li Quan said, "I've heard of them. This organization uses violence to combat violence, assassinating many people they believe the law cannot punish. I've heard that most of the members are women!" He then said to Mo Zhentian, "Their strength shouldn't be underestimated. Several experts in our sect have fallen to them. How should we guard against them?"
Mo Zhentian pondered for a while and said, "Their special abilities are mainly based on mental power. Generally speaking, they cannot control many people. If they encounter someone with a particularly strong will, the effect will be reduced. Also, if they are distracted, their mental power will be greatly weakened." Just then, Ding Fei walked in and said, "President, White Tiger Yin Xiao has arrived." Mo Zhentian reported the news that Fu Xingwu might be the Holy Maiden. The Demonic Sect took this very seriously and ordered White Tiger Yin Xiao and Xuan Turtle Tu Zhenzi to rush to Hong Kong. At the same time, Ananda, one of the Four Demons, and Zhuque Yulan also rushed from Luofeng Island.
Mo Zhentian hosted a banquet to welcome Yin Xiao. Yin Xiao looked somewhat listless. He had suffered serious internal injuries in the battle of Seoul and had not yet fully recovered. "
Brother Yin has made great contributions in Korea and North Korea. I toast you." The Five Divine Beasts held a very high position in the sect, roughly equivalent to the leaders of the various states of the Demonic Sect. Therefore, Mo Zhentian was very polite to Yin Xiao.
Yin Xiao's face flushed slightly. Fortunately, not many people knew the details of how he had been beaten and forced to flee by Xie Hanyan. He raised his wine cup, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "That's nothing to mention. Now we need to catch Fu Xingwu quickly; we can't afford to fail. Where is Brother Xuan Gui Tu? When will he arrive in Hong Kong?" Mo Zhentian said, "Capturing a master of Fu Xingwu's caliber is much more difficult than killing her." "
I've contacted him; he'll appear at the appropriate time," Yin Xiao said.
Mo Zhentian was slightly displeased; this was clearly a lack of respect. However, he didn't show it and continued to enthusiastically urge him to drink.
Yin Xiao's mood had been low until he saw Fu Xingwu's photo, at which point his eyes lit up and his spirits lifted somewhat.
Li Quan keenly noticed his thoughts and suggested, "Lord Yin, why don't you come to my Silver Moon Pavilion to relax? I have the most beautiful women there; I guarantee you won't be bored." Yin Xiao considered it for a moment and accepted Li Quan's suggestion. After a few rounds of drinks, he followed Li Quan to the Silver Moon Pavilion. Li Quan selected the most beautiful women to serve him, and Yin Xiao vented his pent-up anger, raping one of the girls until she died, causing Li Quan great heartache.
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In the early morning, Gao Yun was the first to wake up. Four women were naked and entangled, their breasts overlapping and their beautiful legs intertwined. She slowly sat up, moved the hand that was covered by Sheng Hongyu on her chest, and her gaze fell on Shui Ling's alluring breasts beside her, her heart pounding fiercely.
Although her passionate encounter last night was intentional, the morning light was now streaming through the pale yellow velvet curtains. She knew that not everyone in the world could accept such love, and she was even a little worried about their reaction when they woke up.
Gao Yun sat up gently, surrounded by soft, ivory-white bodies. It was hard to even find a place to put her hands up; she was sitting up, but couldn't get out of bed. Fu Shaomin leaned against her, his arms tightly wrapped around her thighs. She was sleeping soundly, peacefully, and Gao Yun couldn't bear to wake her from her sweet dream.
Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over her. She was a wounded girl. Although her actions last night might have seemed like taking advantage of someone in distress, she could still explain it as loving and protecting her in her own way. But faced with Shui Ling's incredibly alluring body, she couldn't control herself, leading to this outcome. If Shui Ling could accept her love like Fu Shaomin, what should she choose? Because of her love for Ding Lin, she felt that same-sex love was no different from heterosexual love. However, loving two women simultaneously, or having two women love her, was another matter entirely.
Although not internally conflicted, Gao Yun was truly bewildered. She sighed softly, gently pulling away Fu Shaomin's arm, trying to free her legs from her embrace. Suddenly, Fu Shaomin let out a soft moan and slowly opened her eyes. Gao Yun froze, like a puppet.
Fu Shaomin's eyes were first filled with extreme confusion, then her brows furrowed. Having grown up in mainland China, she held traditional views and despised homosexuality. Last night, influenced by the secret medicine from the "Heart Demon" (a pseudonym), her promiscuous behavior was irrational.
Seeing Fu Shaomin's gaze turn cold, Gao Yun felt a surge of anxiety and didn't know what to say. After a long while, Fu Shaomin gently pulled away from her hand, lowered her head, climbed off the bed, and walked silently towards the door.
Gao Yun became even more anxious, jumping off the bed and following her into the living room. Suddenly, Fu Shaomin stopped and turned around abruptly. Gao Yun was startled and almost bumped into her.
Their eyes met, and Gao Yun lowered her gaze and softly apologized. In that instant, Fu Shaomin had already prepared her explanation, expressing her inability to accept such a thing. But when their eyes met, she felt Gao Yun's sincerity—a gaze of love, so much like the gaze Yuan Qiang had once given her. Instantly, the words she was about to say caught in her throat, and she couldn't utter a sound.
Although she wasn't looking at Fu Shaomin, Gao Yun vaguely sensed the change in Fu Shaomin's emotions. She raised her head, met her gaze, and loudly proclaimed: "I love you! I know you can't accept it, but from this moment on, I will be by your side to protect you and prevent you from getting hurt!" At this moment, it was Fu Shaomin's turn to be unable to face her burning gaze, as if she would be scalded. She had suffered humiliation, her family and loved ones had left her one by one, and in her moment of utter despair, love was what she craved most. But the constraints of tradition prevented her from accepting and facing such love.
"I know you're conflicted," Gao Yun continued. "Don't overthink it. I'm just happy to help you." Fu Shaomin remained silent for a long time. Gao Yun sighed softly and said, "No matter what you decide, I won't blame you. I'll go find you some clothes." Gao Yun absentmindedly walked to the bedroom door, almost bumping into Sheng Hongyu, who had just woken up. Although Sheng Hongyu was heavily drunk and only had a vague memory of what happened, she still knew something had occurred, and the two felt a little awkward. Although both she and Fu Shaomin were strong-willed policewomen, the humiliation of being raped left deep wounds. Suppression leads to release, especially when drunk. "
She's still not awake," Sheng Hongyu said softly. "It's fine to indulge myself, but dragging Shui Ling into this... I don't know what Shui Ling will think."
Gao Yun was also a little worried about how much she would remember.
Sheng Hongyu glanced at Shui Ling, who was lying naked on the bed. "How about we dress her?" she suggested. "It would be best if she didn't remember," she said. "Even if she did, it would be best not to point it out." Gao Yun, at a loss for words, nodded repeatedly upon hearing Sheng Hongyu's suggestion. The two picked up Shui Ling's undergarments and tiptoed to the bedside. Just as Sheng Hongyu pulled the undergarments down to her knees, Gao Yun struggled to fasten the bra clasp. Shui Ling let out a soft groan and opened her beautiful eyes.
Shui Ling's sudden awakening startled Gao and Sheng. Shui Ling couldn't recall what had happened the previous night, and seeing this strange scene, she sat up abruptly. "
What are you doing?" Shui Ling frantically pulled up the undergarments from her knees.
Gao Yun and Sheng Hongyu were speechless, dumbfounded. Gao Yun, quick-witted, stammered, "You...you drank a little...a little too much last night. We...we were worried you'd catch a cold sleeping naked." Hearing Gao Yun's explanation, Sheng Hongyu almost burst out laughing.
Last night, Shui Ling was quite drunk, but some lingering memories remained. Not fully sober, she couldn't immediately distinguish whether those memories were real or hallucinations. Even so, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked as shy as a flower. "
I'll make you a cup of tea to sober you up," Gao Yun said, turning and fleeing as if escaping. Sheng Hongyu added, "I'll go too," and followed her out of the room.
Afterwards, none of the four mentioned last night's events. Shui Ling knew those things weren't hallucinations, but she didn't say anything. Although she found it absurd, the inexplicable pleasure of indulgence was so intense, lingering in her heart.
The atmosphere was slightly awkward, and everyone said their goodbyes, fleeing Shui Ling's house as if escaping.
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change her fate. She longed to see Ji Xiaoyun, hoping for comfort, a reason and courage to persevere. But even if it was a lie, she couldn't contact her. Zhou Hong was extremely anxious. Had something happened to her? Or had she abandoned her? Afterwards, she became distracted and was repeatedly punished by Aunt Ying. Suddenly,
a bottle was thrown at her. Zhou Hong jumped in surprise, only to find Aunt Ying had somehow appeared before her, delivering the item to President Li's room. Aunt Ying said.
Zhou Hong looked at the bottle in her arms; it was lubricant. She knew its purpose. Zhou Hong stood up. When you've experienced too much, you become numb.
Arriving at Li Quan's room, Zhou Hong gently knocked on the door. Hearing Li Quan's shrill voice enter, she pushed the door open and saw a naked young girl kneeling on the bed, her hands bound behind her back and connected to her ankles with leather shackles. Her back was facing upwards, her buttocks high in the air. Her hair was disheveled, and her head was turned inwards, obscuring her face, but the beauty of her body was unparalleled, even in the Silver Moon Pavilion where beauties abounded.
Zhou Hong's heart suddenly raced for no reason. She felt the girl's back looked so familiar, but she immediately dismissed the thought. It couldn't be Ji Xiaoyun, it absolutely couldn't be her.
Li Quan sat on the sofa, also naked, his penis erect like a raging sword. "Ah Hong, go and put some lubricant on her there. Damn it, she's already been fucked and she's still so tight!" He was slightly out of breath, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
Zhou Hong walked to the bedside. Although she didn't believe for a second that the girl was Ji Xiaoyun, the beautiful body was so familiar. She knelt beside the girl, but didn't have the courage to look at her face.
The girl's jade-colored buttocks and back were covered in glistening beads of sweat, clearly indicating that Li Quan had just violated her. Zhou Hong gently parted her thighs, exposing her anus, a pale pink, beautiful, but Zhou Hong could immediately tell that it had been penetrated by a man's penis. There were two half-centimeter-long wounds above and below the anus; Li Quan's attempt to penetrate had torn the still-unhealed wounds, causing a slight oozing of blood. Zhou Hong
slid lubricant under her hand, dipped her index finger in a little, and gently applied it to the anus. She knew all too well how painful forced anal sex would be without lubricant. Stimulated by the wounds, the girl's anus tightened sharply. She let out a soft moan and turned her face towards Zhou Hong. When their eyes met, Zhou Hong's heart felt like it had been seized by a giant hand, making it hard to breathe. The girl was none other than Ji Xiaoyun, whom she had longed for day and night.
Why was it her? How could she be here? What should I do? Zhou Hong's mind was in complete chaos.
Severely injured, Ji Xiaoyun, like a tiger fallen into the plains, was bullied by dogs. She was repeatedly violated by Lei Gang and the Fang brothers. In the instant before her virginity was taken, a mysterious force within her closed her vagina, rendering her impotent. Even so, she couldn't escape her fate; the forced anal sex severely traumatized her body and soul.
The beautiful woman was snatched away by the Fang brothers, and Lei Gang, filled with resentment, complained. The story spread quickly, reaching Li Quan's ears. He sent men to retrieve Ji Xiaoyun from the Fang brothers. Li Quan held a high position in the Black Dragon Society, and the Fang brothers dared not disobey him. The two brothers were filled with remorse. Because of their first anal sex session, they had torn Ji Xiaoyun's anus. They thought that since the beauty was theirs anyway, there was no rush, and they endured the pain until the wound healed. But before the wound was fully healed, Li Quan took her away. If they had known this would happen, they would have disregarded her injuries and made sure to have their fill.
Upon seeing Ji Xiaoyun, Li Quan was also awestruck. When he discovered she was impotent, his burning lust led him to target her rear. After several attempts, he couldn't penetrate her extremely narrow anus, and his wound reopened. He had to order lubricant.
Meeting her under these circumstances, Ji Xiaoyun, though not as shocked as Zhou Hong, was still extremely surprised. Although Zhou Hong was facing away from Li Quan, if she didn't immediately regain her composure, the shrewd Li Quan would surely see through her disguise. She dared not make eye contact, as Li Quan could see her expression from his seated position.
Zhou Hong's hands had stopped moving. Ji Xiaoyun knew she was in trouble. In desperation, she kicked out with her left foot, striking Zhou Hong's thigh hard. Although her hands and feet were shackled, there was still some room for movement. This kick was extremely powerful; Zhou Hong cried out in pain, and her frozen thoughts finally began to stir.
"Haha, you've got quite the temper!" Li Quan laughed as he stood up from the sofa. Although she had lost her martial arts skills, Ji Xiaoyun still resisted to show her defiance, which was why Li Quan had handcuffed her. Therefore, Ji Xiaoyun's kick at this moment did not arouse Li Quan's suspicion.
Li Quan snatched the bottle from Zhou Hong's hand, poured some onto his hand, first applying it to his penis, then smearing the rest on Ji Xiaoyun's anus. He gripped her snow-white thighs tightly with both hands, and thrust his penis into her anus between her buttocks.
Ji Xiaoyun wanted to resist, but seeing the anger in Zhou Hong's eyes, she endured it without moving, because struggling would cause her to lose control, and if her identity was exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable. The egg-sized glans, aided by lubrication, squeezed into her anus. Ji Xiaoyun felt pain, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She turned her head to look at Zhou Hong, but her gaze was fixed on the ugly thing entering her body.
Zhou Hong's face was deathly pale. She had tasted this pain before, and she knew this humiliation better than anyone. Although Li Quan's penis was inserted into Ji Xiaoyun's body, it felt like a sharp blade piercing her own heart. Her fists clenched tightly, the veins on the back of her fair hands bulging faintly. Just as she was about to punch Li Quan, she suddenly heard Ji Xiaoyun's cry of pain. She turned her face, and their eyes finally met. Ji Xiaoyun conveyed a message in a silent language, and Zhou Hong, being extremely intelligent, immediately understood her meaning. With her meager strength, she couldn't save Ji Xiaoyun; instead, she would expose her identity. Zhou Hong slowly loosened her clenched fists, collapsing to one side as if utterly exhausted.
Li Quan was immersed in his aggressive assault, naturally oblivious to the changes in their expressions. Seeing that Ji Xiaoyun no longer resisted, he assumed she was finally afraid of him, and a sense of conquering pleasure filled his heart. Since there was no resistance, he was no longer so rough, gently and slowly pushing his penis deeper.
After a long assault, the entire massive penis disappeared between her thighs, her lower abdomen pressed tightly against her high, round buttocks. "That's a good girl, don't be afraid, I'll take good care of you." Li Quan was usually cold and ruthless towards women, but when he encountered a peerless beauty like Ji Xiaoyun, he felt a touch of tenderness.
Although he had used lubricant, the wound near her anus had still reopened, and as Li Quan began to thrust, with the dull thud of their bodies colliding, Ji Xiaoyun's thighs were already stained crimson. Li Quan was also afraid that she was too badly injured, so he no longer controlled his burgeoning desire, pressing his entire body heavily onto her buttocks, his penis convulsing violently, and his semen gushing out.
When Li Quan's penis left her body, Ji Xiaoyun's snow-white thighs were a mess of blood mixed with semen. "Hey, why are you still here? Go, go, tell Ying Gu to call Dr. Luo." Just now, Li Quan's entire attention was focused on Ji Xiaoyun, and he hadn't paid any attention to Zhou Hong beside him.
Zhou Hong hesitated, unwilling to leave Ji Xiaoyun. "What are you standing there for? Go quickly!" Li Quan shouted. Zhou Hong responded and had no choice but to leave.
A moment later, a man in his forties entered, skillfully cleaning the wound and applying medicine. The medicine was quite effective; a cooling sensation greatly reduced the pain.
As night deepened, neither Ji Xiaoyun nor Zhou Hong could sleep. Neither of them could have imagined meeting in such a place. Although they were in the same building, they seemed worlds apart. In the hellish Silver Moon Tower, when would they meet again, and what would happen?

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