[Adult Urban] Lonely Officialdom (Final Chapter) - 27

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Chapter 167

Seeing Li Huan and Ling Shan leave, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing each other's deep exhales, they exchanged a glance and couldn't help but smile.

"What are you laughing at? Feeling guilty?" Ye Tong glared at the man who had taken her, her anger rising.

"Hehe, why am I feeling guilty?" Zhang Bing touched his nose and smiled awkwardly. "Actually, you sensed it, didn't you? Sister Huan and Sister Shan are very easy to get along with; they'll both welcome you!"

"Dream on!" Ye Tong understood Zhang Bing's meaning perfectly. "Who wants to get along with them?"

Zhang Bing didn't speak further. He knew that although Ye Tong had breathed a sigh of relief and decided to recover before leaving, he wasn't sure if she would become one of his girlfriends. After a night of getting to know her, he knew this woman had a strong sense of independence and didn't want to be bound by love for life.

After they finished eating, Zhang Bing helped Ye Tong lie down in bed, finding her the most comfortable position to watch TV. He then handed her the TV control so she could choose her favorite program. He then went to clean up the trash and tidy the room, bustling around like a stay-at-home dad.

Ye Tong's eyes were fixed on the TV screen, but she felt uneasy. The more this man promised her, the harder it was for her to leave. However, she really didn't want to share the fading feelings of several women, especially since these women were so generous and forgiving, which made her feel ashamed.

Zhang Bing ran out of the bathroom and looked at Ye Tong, saying, "Should I take your clothes to the dry cleaners?"

"Ah—no!" Ye Tong quickly stopped him, her face flushed with embarrassment. Underneath her clothes were her underwear and bra.

"Hehe, it's okay—of course I'll wash your underwear and bras myself. I don't want anyone else to see my dear's underwear!" Zhang Bing went out with a grin. "Don't worry, the stains on your underwear yesterday were from me. I'll definitely wash them clean for you today, hehe!"

Ye Tong was speechless, her face burning red. Men always say such lewd things, but thinking about her seductive behavior last night, and how she had completely soaked her underwear, she felt a surge of irritation.

After washing the clothes, Zhang Bing ran up to Ye Tong, sweating profusely, and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else I need to do?"

"No."

"Do you need to pee?"

"No."

"Are you thirsty?"

"No."

"Want some fruit? There are apples, pears, watermelons, and strawberries—or should I wash some of each?"

"No." "

Then—" Zhang Bing turned around, having finished all the chores. "Let me give you a shoulder massage."

"Why are you being so nice to me? Are you feeling guilty?" Ye Tong turned her head to look at the man busy behind her.

"No. This is my own choice. Because you are my woman, and a man must take good care of his woman!" Zhang Bing said tenderly, looking into Ye Tong's eyes.

Fortunately, Ye Tong didn't have to endure Zhang Bing's tenderness for long, because soon, Ling Shan brought over the two well-fed and well-rested little girls. The two little ones would snuggle in their father's arms, vying for his attention, then run to grab the TV to watch their favorite cartoons, and then pester the new pretty aunt to tell them stories, keeping the two adults busy and focused entirely on taking care of these two darlings. They didn't have time to secretly wink or flirt.

"Sigh, these two girls are so cute. I envy Li Huan and Ling Shan, having such smart and adorable children by their side. They are so lucky!" After telling a story and coaxing the girls to watch cartoons, Ye Tong sighed to Zhang Bing.

"If you like, you can have one yourself!" Zhang Bing still looked at her with that sly grin. He had been looking at her like that while she was telling stories, and Ye Tong's glares at him had no effect.

"Are you trying to kill me? How can I have a baby when I'm not even married yet?" Ye Tong blurted out her thoughts in a coquettish tone. As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how embarrassing she had made. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Zhang Bing, who was grinning mischievously, covering her face and not daring to look at him.

"Aunt Tongtong, are you going to have a little brother with Dad Sankun too? Then you have to work hard like Aunt Yanyan!" Ai'er, who was engrossed in watching TV, overheard this and immediately ran to Ye Tong's side with great interest, saying in a childish voice full of concern, "Although I want Mom to have one herself, if Aunt Tongtong has a little brother, Ai'er can still help you take care of him. Ai'er will love her little brother and sister!" "

Me too!" Feifei, forgetting her favorite cartoon, climbed up to Ye Tong to claim credit, "I'll also take care of the little brothers as an older sister. Mom will have one, Aunt Shanshan will have one, Aunt Yanyan will have one, and Aunt Tongtong will have another, so I'll have four little brothers to take care of. I'll have two, and Sister Ai'er will have two. We'll definitely take good care of them, just like we take care of our Xiaobai!" Xiaobai is Feifei's family's pet dog, which she loves very much and often plays with and takes great care of.

Ye Tong was practically dizzy. She was a young woman, and these girls were shouting so loudly about her having a baby! If anyone heard this, they'd laugh themselves to death. If the media reporters heard it, her newspapers and television would be a mess tomorrow—luckily, she knew her worries were unfounded. To block visitors and prevent Ye Tong's identity from being exposed, Zhang Bing had Deng Chunguang arrange for two policemen to guard the corridor of the intensive care unit. Combined with Ling Shan's people, this allowed them to play around so peacefully! Deng Chunguang's deployment of police was perfectly legitimate; after all, given Ye Tong's social status, police protection was a matter of course.

"Alright, you two little darlings, come to Daddy. Aunt Tongtong needs to rest after giving birth to her little brother. You can't disturb her, or she might get angry and give birth to a little sister!" Zhang Bing, afraid of embarrassing Ye Tong, quickly called the children over, but he wasn't about to let her off easily, spouting nonsense.

The two little girls, eager to have a little brother as a toy, obediently complied. But Ye Tong didn't see it that way. This man always teased her, trying to embarrass her. If it were anyone else, she would have slapped them or given them a cold shoulder, letting them make a fool of themselves. But with him, she couldn't get angry at all. On the contrary, she secretly liked his roguish tone. Sigh—

fortunately, soon a steady stream of people came to visit Zhang Bing, and Zhang Bing no longer had a chance to tease Ye Tong. Although there were both official and underworld guards at the entrance, acquaintances couldn't stop them, and municipal and provincial leaders were even less likely to be stopped.

The first to arrive were the Huang brothers, Huang Jiangang and Huang Jianming, who also brought Zhang Ming. Before they could exchange more than a few words, Vice Governor Li and his wife arrived. The old lady even brought her own chicken soup and insisted that Zhang Bing finish it. The two elderly people learned about Zhang Bing's hospitalization last night, through a report from Vice Governor Li and Deng Chunguang. They scolded Li Huan for keeping it a secret for a while. They wanted to come see their godson then, but Li Huan dissuaded them. This morning, Vice Governor Li had some urgent business to attend to at work, and at his wife's urging, they came over together—after all, the two elderly people already considered Zhang Bing their own son, and their love for him was unparalleled.

After a few pleasantries, the old lady insisted on staying to take care of Zhang Bing and her beloved granddaughter. Vice Governor Li

, Huang Jiangang, and others left one after another, as it was the first day back to work after the New Year holiday, and everyone was quite busy. A little while later, several more groups arrived: Zheng Wenbin representing Secretary Zhang, Guan Zhigao representing his father, and Chang Yujie representing Elder Chang. Wang Yicheng also made time to come; he had been informed by County Head Ma, who had rushed over immediately after Ma Pei returned home yesterday afternoon.

The young people got along very well, especially after seeing Ye Tong. They were all captivated by her elegant demeanor. Guan Zhigao even recognized Ye Tong's identity and immediately exchanged pleasantries with her. Fortunately, with Old Madam Li personally overseeing things, the group didn't dare to go too far. Soon after, they left one after another with regret and reluctance. Zheng Wenbin, in particular, looked at Ye Tong with obvious sparkling eyes.

Around noon, Zhang Bing's mother, escorted by Zhang Hong, arrived again, carrying two thermos flasks full of bone broth. The two elderly women had met yesterday and chatted happily. After all, their shared love for Zhang Bing made them overlook the difference in their social status, and Madam Li wasn't the kind of petty person who looked down on others.

"Brother, Mom wouldn't let me go to work so she could bring you bone broth, so my company can't open today. Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?" Watching Zhang Bing frown as he struggled to swallow the thick, greasy bone broth, Zhang Hong chuckled inwardly. She and her brother had suffered from this soup for over a decade; of course, the smell made them nauseous. It was quite a coincidence that her brother could swallow it. Last time, she had secretly thrown the soup away.

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"You brat, what are you saying? Is your brother's health more important than the opening of your company? If your brother's health collapses, who will help you run the company?" Although she knew her sister was joking, her mother still criticized her anxiously, "You even kept it from me when she was hit by a car so badly last time, and now she's in the hospital again. What if something happens? You must recover before going back to work, eldest sister, what do you say?"

Old Madam Li quickly chimed in, "Yes, Xiaobing, health is the foundation of everything. You must fully recover before being discharged from the hospital. You can't do dangerous things anymore, and you can't let your parents and relatives worry!" The old lady also included herself in the family group. She hadn't slept well all night after learning about Zhang Bing's accident.

The brother and sister smiled pitifully. Zhang Hong even stuck her tongue out at Zhang Bing and glared at him, implying that their mother favored her son. Zhang Bing secretly laughed. His sister, who used to talk back to their mother when she was young and immature, had become much less so in recent years. The siblings understood their mother's tendency to nag and always tolerated it; after all, it was their mother's way of expressing love.

The two elderly people ignored the siblings' antics and continued their friendly conversation. Ye Tong, however, couldn't hold back any longer. She was so amused by the two children's behavior that she trembled with laughter, waking her son who was napping beside her.

"Hehe, it's nothing. I was just admiring your deep sibling bond. You're so happy!" Seeing the siblings' questioning looks, Ye Tong quickly comforted her son while explaining with a smile. She couldn't help but think of herself. As an only child, she truly envied this deep sibling bond; that warm and tacit understanding of blood ties was something friends couldn't experience.

Zhang Hong chuckled mischievously upon hearing this. She walked to Ye Tong's bedside, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Ye Tong, if you were my sister-in-law, your bond with your husband would definitely be stronger than our sibling bond, wouldn't you say?" Zhang Hong was a shrewd woman. She sensed something was off about her brother's relationship with this big star as soon as she entered the room. Seeing their subtle, almost flirtatious exchanges, she knew she might have another sister-in-law, something she wanted to see. For her, the more sisters-in-law the better, so she boldly probed.

Ye Tong blushed deeply, but surprisingly, she didn't retort. She simply pretended not to hear and continued playing with her awakened daughter.

"Daddy Sankun, I want an apple!" Her daughter, tired from playing, crawled to Zhang Bing's side and whined. Like Fei Fei, she had learned to be more obedient, knowing that asking her father was more effective than her mother. Everyone agreed that Zhang Bing spoiled his two girls too much.

Zhang Bing smiled affectionately, kissed her little cheek, and picked up an apple from the bedside table to peel.

"Brother, Daddy. Me too!" Feifei, who was sleeping next to Zhang Bing, woke up at this moment. Having just heard her son's voice, she immediately started to whine and tried to get up.

The little girl was used to being pampered by Zhang Bing and didn't want to exert herself. She clung to Zhang Bing's arm as she tried to get up. Zhang Bing wasn't expecting this, and Feifei's arm, which was holding a fruit knife, was pulled hard. He lost control of his hand, and the knife sliced his finger holding the apple, drawing blood.

"Ah—Daddy's finger is bleeding!" His son, seeing this, cried out in alarm, startling everyone who rushed over to check.

"Hehe, it's nothing, just a little cut. A bandage will do!" Zhang Bing, startled, breathed on his injured finger to ease the pain, and quickly told the crowd. His mother, still worried, examined the finger carefully before finally relaxing and running out to call a nurse to bandage it.

After the nurse finished bandaging him and everyone else had left, Zhang Bing got up and went to the bathroom. He took out a fruit knife from his pocket and lightly cut his finger. Sure enough, it bled easily. Unconvinced, Zhang Bing took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and made several cuts in the places where the thieves had stabbed him the day before. Faint bloodstains appeared quickly in each cut, and one slightly deeper cut even bled.

Zhang Bing slumped to the ground, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow. Yesterday, when he learned he possessed invulnerability, he felt shock, elation, bewilderment, and loss. Now, his powers were inexplicably gone, and he was back to being an ordinary person whose life could be ended with a fruit knife. He felt a bitter smile, a sense of joy, and still a deep sense of loss. He could only say, this world is truly cruel!

Zhang Bing knew, of course, that the culprit was his trip to the Yonghe Temple. After thinking for a moment, he dialed Master Hulun's number.

After listening quietly to Zhang Bing recount the entire incident, Master Hulun's voice on the phone was clearly very excited. "Congratulations, Benefactor Zhang! The monk's assessment is accurate; you are indeed a person with a deep connection to Buddhism!" "

I would like to hear more details! Please enlighten me, Master!" Zhang Bing had calmed down by now. After all, for him, the trip to Yonghe Temple still felt like a dream, and he still harbored some doubts.

"Before the Buddha of Joy attained Buddhahood, his body had experienced this condition many times. According to the secret records of my Tibetan Buddhist scriptures, the Buddha of Joy would become invulnerable after each sexual encounter. When his body encountered danger, it would automatically activate a protective function, which would last for about 10 days, and could only protect him once. After 10 days or after the one protection, the invulnerability would automatically dissipate, and he would return to a normal body—" Master Hulun spoke animatedly and eloquently. Zhang Bing couldn't imagine a 60-year-old monk so excitedly gesturing.

"Finally, I implore you once again, benefactor, please make a trip to the Potala Palace, the holy land of Buddhism, as soon as possible!" Hulun

, perhaps realizing his lapse in composure, reluctantly hung up the phone after saying this. Damn it, it seems this confirms Shakyamuni's words once again. Judging from Hulun's overjoyed tone, he probably thinks so too. Could he really be the reincarnation of that Joyful Buddha? But these bodhisattvas are truly no good; some are so shameless, encouraging promiscuity, and even more outrageous, emphasizing the role of sex—isn't this clearly to satisfy their own lust and perverted psychology?

However, despite his anger and cursing, Zhang Bing didn't lose his composure. He knew he had to tell Old Master Jiang immediately, otherwise, if the old man made a wrong decision, he would be blamed.

He told Old Master Jiang about his discovery, but dared not tell him about Master Hulun, fearing the old man would accuse him of being shameless and promiscuous, using it as an excuse for his womanizing. After all, his numerous women were a factor that the Jiang family found difficult to forgive.

"You stay in the hospital and wait for my arrangements. Don't worry about anything else!" The old man repeated his usual words before hanging up.

Dinner was prepared by her mother at Li Huan's house and brought over. Seeing Zhang Bing and Ye Tong finish eating, her mother left after giving them repeated instructions, and her sister took her home. After work, the other women came to visit for a while, and Zhang Bing finally saw them off around 9 pm.

With everyone gone, the VIP ward became Zhang Bing and Ye Tong's private space again.

Zhang Bing became Ye Tong's personal caretaker once more. Serving tea, pouring water, bathing, even helping her urinate—although they had crossed the final line, Ye Tong was still quite shy in this regard. Zhang Bing repeatedly offered, both subtly and directly, to help Ye Tong bathe, but she refused each time.

Zhang Bing was extremely frustrated. What couple would leave their husbands out of the shower? It seemed Ye Tong still hadn't accepted him. The revolution wasn't over yet, comrades still needed to work hard.

After finishing everything, Ye Tong comfortably lay in bed, revealing her captivating eyes, and said to Zhang Bing, "Thank you. You can sleep in your own bed now."

"Um—Tongtong, I think it's better if I sleep here. If you need water or need to pee at night, it'll be easier to have someone look after you. It's inconvenient if you wake up while I'm over there, and what if I fall asleep?—Besides, we already slept together last night. Reviewing what we've learned is essential for learning new things; let's practice what we did last night so you don't forget—" Zhang Bing came up with one excuse after another, holding the woman's soft body tightly.

"No," Ye Tong refused outright.

"Then—give me a kiss. You know, because of your sexiness and charm, I lost control of my emotions and lost my virginity to you. We've progressed too fast—you have to make up for everything from holding hands to our first kiss, the second kiss, and the third kiss—" Zhang Bing stood at the head of the bed, speaking eloquently like a teacher giving a serious lecture, completely devoid of any sense of shame. But his only student, Ye Tong, blushed furiously.

"No. We're not allowed to have any more intimate contact." Ye Tong refused again, her face red.

Zhang Bing slammed down on the bed, holding Ye Tong's shoulders tightly, looking at her flushed and angry face, and said, "Everyone has to take responsibility for their actions. You've taken me, do you think you can just walk away now?"

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Ye Tong pushed Zhang Bing several times under the covers, trying to push him away, but to no avail. She said angrily, "Who took advantage of whom? I didn't ask you to take responsibility!"

"Okay. Then I'll take responsibility for you." Zhang Bing replied with a smile.

"————" Ye Tong's eyes turned red with anger, glaring at him fiercely.

"If you don't want me to sleep here, fine. Give me my first kiss as compensation." Zhang Bing pointed to his mouth. He couldn't be too hasty with a woman like Ye Tong. He had to take it one step at a time, otherwise, he'd really lose more than he gained.

Ye Tong thought for a moment, knowing that she wouldn't get rid of this scoundrel without making some sacrifices. Blushing, she pecked Zhang Bing on the cheek.

"I want my first kiss, not a physical kiss—the two have different levels of skill," Zhang Bing said unsatisfied.

Ye Tong glared at Zhang Bing, then leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Only then did Zhang Bing run back to his bed, satisfied.

However, Zhang Bing, still savoring his first kiss in bed, hadn't even been there for two minutes when the phone rang. It was Grandpa Jiang calling personally. "Ten minutes from now, come to the hospital entrance. Someone will take you to a place for a checkup. Don't make a fuss, and don't tell anyone about this. We'll take you back before dawn."

Having chosen to trust Grandpa Jiang, Zhang Bing had no choice but to continue trusting and obeying, even though the whole thing felt mysterious, like he was being secretly used as a guinea pig.

After telling Ye Tong he had something to do, Zhang Bing went to the hospital entrance to wait.

A moment later, two stern-faced young men approached.

"Mr. Zhang Bing?" The taller man in the middle forced a smile, but it was more bitter than anything else.

Seeing Zhang Bing nod, the taller man waved, and a car with military license plates sped up. The two men politely invited Zhang Bing into the car, then hurriedly drove away, all without a care in the world—after all, it was perfectly normal for a military vehicle to come to the provincial military hospital.

"Mr. Zhang, because this operation involves some military secrets, please cooperate as much as possible at all times, and it's best not to ask any questions. Afterwards, do not reveal anything you saw or heard to anyone. We guarantee we will bring you back in six hours!" The tall man was very polite, sitting next to Zhang Bing and quietly instructing him.

"Asking is pointless, I might as well just ask Old Master Jiang!" Zhang Bing muttered to himself, though he didn't dare say it aloud; he simply nodded silently to the tall man.

The car windows were specially made, making it impossible to see outside. Bored, Zhang Bing simply closed his eyes to rest. He knew he wouldn't have much time to rest later, so he should make the most of it.

After getting out of the car, they found themselves at an airport. Judging from the surrounding layout, it was definitely a military airport, probably still classified. Seeing that the surrounding area was all mountains, they were taken onto a plane and flown northwest for an hour, arriving in a mountainous region of Shaanxi. Zhang Bing knew it was Shaanxi because the pilot had just communicated with the ground, revealing the location. The rest was jargon, which Zhang Bing couldn't understand and didn't care to listen to, as it was irrelevant to him. Actually, he was astonished by the speed of this military aircraft. A civilian flight to Beijing takes two and a half hours, but this one to Shaanxi only took an hour—it was incredibly advanced! No wonder there were rumors online that military technology was 50 years ahead of civilian technology; it seemed there was some truth to that.

After disembarking, they were in another sealed military vehicle, which stopped in less than 10 minutes. Emerging from

there, they found themselves in a secret underground research institute. The two tall men were left to wait, while Zhang Bing was led inside by a stunningly beautiful woman with an equally cold expression. First, he was sprayed with disinfectant in a sealed room. Then he changed into white clothes given to him by the beautiful woman, and shoes made of some kind of lightweight material. Then, under the woman's guidance, he underwent various machine examinations. Besides the usual electrocardiogram and electroencephalogram, there were many other tests Zhang Bing was unfamiliar with, forcing him to mechanically perform various postures, almost driving him mad. But it wasn't over yet; next came blood draws, extraction of hair, skin flakes, body hair, and armpit hair. Two syringes were filled with blood, Zhang Bing estimated it was a full 800cc, which pained him greatly.

"We also need you to provide stool, urine, and testicle samples. Please go to the next room to prepare!" The elderly doctor in the white coat was kind and gentle, though ruthless when extracting Zhang Bing's blood.

"Ah—" Zhang Bing was so frightened he almost jumped up, "But I don't have any—"

"We absolutely need them, go—" The old man didn't let him finish, waving his hand, and the beautiful woman who had been accompanying him grabbed Zhang Bing by the neck and pulled him out.

"Hey, beautiful, can't you be a little gentler? You're so pretty, but so rude! You'll never get married!" Hong Wen couldn't take it anymore. This woman hadn't treated him like a human being the whole way, constantly ordering him around and manipulating him at will, greatly hurting Zhang Bing's male pride—why wasn't his luck with beautiful women and women working up?

"Shut your mouth!" The beautiful woman looked at him coldly, her beautiful phoenix eyes flashing with murderous intent. "The toilet's inside that door, hurry up and go in!"

Zhang Bing had no choice; he couldn't get away with this by arguing. He could only take the three blankets the woman handed him and reluctantly go inside.

After holding it in for 20 minutes, Zhang Bing finally produced a pile of yellow, foul-smelling, runny feces and a cup of unbearably sour, yellowish, turbid boy's urine. He covered his nose, handed them to the beautiful woman, and quickly ran far away.

The beautiful woman looked disgusted, but she endured it, carefully examining the contents of the cup. Only after confirming it was feces and urine did she put it away with a cloth, which lessened the smell in the air considerably.

"And what about **?" the woman demanded, her eyes gleaming as she pressed Zhang Bing.

Zhang Bing shrugged helplessly. "Sorry, I can't hold that in."

The woman didn't reply, turning on the plasma TV on the wall and switching to a channel that was playing porn. A black man and a blonde woman were having sex. Zhang Bing was immediately captivated—damn, the footage was so clear, so much more advanced than what he'd downloaded from the internet before! Even the pubic hair around the woman's vulva was clearly visible during the action.

"I'll be back in 10 minutes, hope you're done soon!" The woman's disgust was obvious, then she hurriedly grabbed two cups and left. However, Zhang Bing noticed she seemed to peek curiously at the TV, her face slightly flushed, and her steps quickened considerably as she left.

Ten minutes later, the woman returned, turning off the TV, much to Zhang Bing's dismay.

"Where's your **?"

"No!"

"No?" The woman was incredulous and angry, thinking Zhang Bing was joking.

"I can get hard, but no matter what I do, I just can't ejaculate!" Zhang Bing pointed to the tent in his pants, smiling bitterly. He wasn't intentionally teasing her; he wanted to finish quickly and leave this awful place, but for some reason, he just couldn't ejaculate.

"You can check if you don't believe me. Want me to demonstrate for you right here?" Seeing the woman's suspicious look, Zhang Bing's mischievous side emerged, and he grinned at her. He really didn't like this woman and decided to humiliate her properly.

"You—" The beautiful woman was about to strike in anger, but she immediately held back and stormed out, presumably to report to her boss.

A moment later, she returned, expressionless, her eyes filled with anger and embarrassment. She walked up to Zhang Bing, opening her mouth several times, but remained silent.

Zhang Bing ignored her, sitting on the sofa, eventually taking off his shoes and lying down to rest. If he didn't know the channel's password, he would have continued watching porn. His erection was still there, but he didn't care; he just wanted to annoy this woman. She had seen him changing clothes, so it didn't matter now. The

woman stood there for nearly five minutes, her face alternating between red and white, anger and embarrassment. Finally, she gritted her teeth, turned around, and turned on the TV again—the same porn she had just watched. Zhang Bing immediately perked up, opening his eyes and watching with great interest, even making comments as he watched.

"Hmm, this woman has a nice figure, and it feels great to touch!"

"Oh, this woman is actually a 'white tiger' (a slang term for a woman who is unattractive), my god, I wonder if it's real or fake?"

"My god, this black man is too strong, he's been going at it for an hour and he's still so vigorous, I wonder what brand of Viagra he took?"

"Sigh, black and white people are just longer and thicker than yellow people, goodness, probably about half a foot, no wonder that woman was moaning so enthusiastically and wildly!"

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Zhang Bing kept commenting, spouting all the words he had seen, heard, and could think of, while stealing glances at the woman. He wanted to embarrass her and make her feel awkward, but he was helpless.

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"Have you had enough? You're filthy, shameless!" The woman suddenly shouted, startling Zhang Bing. "Take off your pants!"

"Who's shameless? Human relations are a matter of principle—" Zhang Bing was about to retort when

the woman, seeing that Zhang Bing hadn't obeyed, angrily took off his pants herself. Zhang Bing was lying on the sofa, and the pants he'd changed into were elastic-waisted without a belt. The woman's small hands easily pulled them down along with his underwear, completely freeing his erect penis.

"Ah—it's **!" Zhang Bing screamed, quickly covering his penis. No matter how thick-skinned he was, exposing his penis to a strange woman would still make him shy, especially since this little guy was currently on the battlefield.

"Behave yourself, don't move!" the woman shouted again, startling Zhang Bing. In his daze, she used one hand to move his hands away and pin them to his chest, preventing him from moving. With her other hand, she pulled out a wet tissue and wiped Zhang Bing's erect penis. After sniffing it to make sure there was no odor, she glanced at Zhang Bing and then brought her lips to his swollen member.

Zhang Bing was completely stunned. This unexpected stroke of luck left him bewildered. This woman, who had just been cold and disgusted with him, was now giving him a blowjob—it felt like a dream.

The woman brought her small mouth close to Zhang Bing's penis, but hesitated for a long time, her face flushed, and large, pitiful tears streamed down her face, dripping onto Zhang Bing's thighs, lower abdomen, and erect penis.

This startled Zhang Bing, who quickly tried to stop her, "Hey, don't force yourself, I don't like being violated—"

"Shut up!" the woman shouted again, glaring fiercely at Zhang Bing. "If you don't ejaculate within five minutes, I'll make you suffer a terrible death!"

Without further hesitation, the woman grabbed Zhang Bing's penis with one hand, slightly opened her mouth, and took the glans in a little, licking it a few times. Finding nothing particularly frightening, she swallowed it whole!

This woman was clearly a novice, completely inexperienced. But now that things had come to this, Zhang Bing understood. This woman was trying to complete a task, wanting him to ejaculate for experiments. He just hadn't expected this research institute to be so evil, willing to use any means to achieve their goals.

What a bunch of medical lunatics! Zhang Bing thought to himself, but he couldn't stop it anymore. It seemed he could only slowly guide the woman to his climax.

Zhang Bing quickly said, "Little sister, be gentle, don't bite me!"

The woman sucked on Zhang Bing's penis with a pitiful gentleness, but her eyes were filled with hatred and anger. The two extremes were fully displayed on her beautiful face. The huge contrast stimulated Zhang Bing, causing his head to throb and his penis to suddenly become even harder.

"Ah!" The woman quickly spat it out, but the sudden swelling of the penis had pierced her throat.

Zhang Bing laughed triumphantly. The woman looked at the penis, which was long and hard, with a red and shiny head that was swollen and pointed at her nose, nodding repeatedly. The woman dared not suck on it again, fearing that it would suddenly change and fill her throat again.

For their common goal, the two had to put aside their embarrassment and hatred and cooperate.

Zhang Bing began to teach her how to hold the penis, how to move it, and also asked her to lick the penis. The woman's mouth was small, and she could only just hold the head of the penis, sucking it up and down. After she ate for a while, Zhang Bing taught her to lick the cord on the top of his head. The woman licked while watching her cousin's reaction, and seeing the man's eyes narrowing in pleasure, she couldn't help but work even harder.

However, the woman was inexperienced, and after a while, she only made Zhang Bing's penis harder and harder, without any sign of ejaculation. Zhang Bing was overwhelmed with desire, but the woman had his hands restrained, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"You're making me uncomfortable. It won't be over in an hour like this. How about you let me touch you, and I'll masturbate myself?" Zhang Bing tentatively looked at her.

The woman had long since reached her limit of humiliation and immediately stopped. However, she hesitated to let this annoying man touch her body.

"It's up to you. I can afford to wait. Do whatever you want," Zhang Bing said, his words carrying a hidden threat.

"Okay, but you—you're not allowed—to touch—down there!" The woman hesitated for a long time, her face practically dripping with sweat, before finally making her decision.

“Come on! Let me tell you how to make a man feel pleasure!” Zhang Bing led her to sit down on the sofa, and while stroking her penis, he said, “Like this—very, very quickly—”

“Ah! Like this!?” The woman couldn’t care less about being shy anymore and screamed in surprise.

Zhang Bing, enjoying the sensation, pulled the woman close and kissed her lips. His tongue slipped through her tightly closed teeth, sweeping through her mouth. The woman, forced to resist, could only extend her tongue to fight back. Zhang Bing's right hand became increasingly aggressive, while his left hand slipped under her armpit, capturing her breasts and gently kneading them. He was simultaneously enjoying three places, listening to the gasps of climaxing men and women on television, his emotions rising higher and higher. His penis grew larger and harder. Then, feeling he was about to ejaculate, he quickly pulled away from the woman's mouth, saying, "Quick! Lick brother!"

He simultaneously pressed down on the woman's shoulders, forcing her to lie down. The woman obediently opened her mouth, about to take his penis in, when suddenly a stream of white, sticky fluid shot out from his glans, some spraying onto her face, some landing in her mouth. The woman, forgetting to curse him, quickly grabbed a nearby cup to catch the remaining fluid, squeezing her penis with her small hands to collect all the residue into the cup.

After finishing her work, she finally had time to clean the disgusting liquid from her face and mouth. She quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe it clean, but she couldn't get rid of the contents of her mouth, and it still tasted bad. Kind-hearted Zhang Bing handed her a glass of water she had just drunk from. She rinsed her mouth with the water, and after using several glasses, she felt better.

"Alright, wait here. Don't wander off!" Finally having completed her task, the woman let out a long sigh, her cold expression returning. She gave Zhang Bing a curt order and hurried away.

Damn it, she used her and then turned her back on her? This woman is truly cold-blooded! Zhang Bing was extremely frustrated, even regretting that she had felt some sympathy and hadn't properly teased her.

About fifteen minutes later, the woman came back in. It was clear she had washed her face and reapplied her makeup. She still had a cold expression, but the embarrassment and shyness from before were gone; she looked completely mechanical.

"Let's go, I'll see you out. You can go back now." The woman glanced at him, then turned and walked out. She didn't look at Zhang Bing again or say a word until she handed him over to the two men who had brought him there. Even when she told Zhang Bing to go back to the sterilization room to change, she remained silent.

"Damn it, no matter what, I finally shot you in the mouth and face, leaving you with an unforgettable impression. You can't wash away that feeling even if you wash your face and brush your teeth, hmph!" Zhang Bing felt ignored and was somewhat annoyed. Watching the woman's departing figure, he could only offer a self-deprecating smile.

Unbeknownst to him, where they couldn't see, the woman finally stopped, leaning against the wall, secretly watching Zhang Bing's receding figure on the CCTV. Her face was red, tears streaming down her face, and she was somewhat angry, muttering to herself, "A strange man!"

"Hehe, I think he's a very interesting man, and very suitable for you, Yuqing!" The door opened, and the old doctor walked in.

"Professor!" The woman named Yuqing blushed deeply. "You said such a shameless man was suitable for me? You're joking with me again."

"Yuqing, it's not good for you, a delicate girl like you, to stay in this secret research lab with us old men. It's a waste of your talent. You should talk to your father about transferring you out." The old man affectionately stroked the woman's hair. "Girl, dedicating yourself to medicine doesn't require staying here. You can make a difference anywhere."

"But this is where the highest level of Chinese medicine technology is located! I had to go to great lengths to beg my father to let me in. I don't want to leave like this. I haven't even been here for a year, and I haven't learned anything yet!" "Girl, go

out. I hope you have your own love, experience enough family, love, and friendship before you come back here to dedicate yourself to medicine!" The old man smiled and shook his head. "I forced you to help that kid solve his problem earlier to see your own mindset. You're not ready to dedicate your whole life to this place. Forcing yourself to stay here won't do you much good in terms of medical skills."

"Professor, what should I do?" Yuqing lowered her head and thought for a long time, her mind wavering.

"The preliminary results are in. That kid's body has many mysteries. I believe he'll cause some trouble." The professor watched Zhang Bing and his group walk further and further away on TV, and sighed. "The combination of the human body and nature is very mysterious, producing things that modern medicine cannot yet explain. If you have the chance, go out and follow that kid. I believe you can study a lot from his body."

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When the two expressionless men took Zhang Bing back to the hospital, it was only 5 a.m. Ye Tong was still fast asleep, hugging her pillow, pouting. She was probably angry with Zhang Bing in her sleep.

Lying in bed, Zhang Bing tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The ordeal of this night was far too bizarre compared to his peaceful life of the previous 30 years. He always wanted to uncover the secrets of that underground laboratory and those ridiculously fast military aircraft. And what about that woman, who was clearly a novice and possibly a prostitute, who actually performed sex for him? He couldn't figure out why—that woman was just too beautiful and had too much charisma, a cold and aloof aura, an aura that made men feel proud to conquer her. Thinking of her clumsy attempts to masturbate him, her angry yet helpless expression, her complex eyes mixed with shyness and disgust, Zhang Bing's little brother involuntarily hardened again. A fire was burning inside him, and his skin was hot and his face was flushed.

Several deep breaths proved ineffective; instead, his desire grew stronger. Zhang Bing felt a pang of fear. He vividly remembered his experience at the hotel after his trip to Yonghe Temple. Master Hulun's warning that the consequences might turn him into a complete idiot had terrified him, leaving him constantly on edge. Now, that very feeling was resurfacing. After all, he had just experienced something so mysterious, and over 1000cc of blood had been drawn from him. Yet, he seemed completely unaffected. What else could it be but the work of those divine powers?

Women! Zhang Bing had come to understand these past few days: the only requirement for these divine powers was a woman, though sometimes a special permission was needed. Whether it was an excuse used by the gods to deceive the world and satisfy their own desires, or whether the union of men and women could create perfect harmony, he now had to find a woman to test his abilities. He couldn't just sit and wait for his doom.

The woman beside him would definitely not agree, and Zhang Bing didn't intend to sleep with just one woman, so he turned his attention to other women—after much thought, Qing'er was still the most suitable. After all, he lived alone, and Qing'er was very cooperative; more importantly, his sweet vacation with Qing'er had been ruined by Ma Pei, and now that he was going on a date with her, he was sure to move her deeply.

No sooner said than done! Hong Wen got dressed, left a note for Ye Tong saying he had to go, and took a taxi straight to Qing'er's house.

Although he had a key to Qing'er's house, opening the door at this hour might frighten her, and she might even think a thief had broken in. So, Zhang Bing called Qing'er and woke her up.

"Why are you here at this hour?" Qing'er looked sleepy, her eyes barely open, but she was delighted to see Zhang Bing. She pulled him inside and nestled into his arms, hugging his waist. "You have to make up for my lack of sleep! Lack of sleep will give you panda eyes!"

"Okay, I'll make it up to you right now, my darling Qing'er!" Zhang Bing had the same idea. Amidst the woman's soft moans, he scooped Qing'er up and carried her to the bedroom, where they fell onto the bed and began to kiss passionately.

"Hmm—you smell weird, go take a shower first?" Qing'er frowned, avoiding his kisses, and braced herself against Zhang Bing to prevent him from kissing her again.

"Really—okay!" Zhang Bing had been somewhat impatient, but sex is something that requires mutual cooperation and affection. Seeing the determination in Qing'er's eyes, he could only nod in agreement.

But Zhang Bing walked to the door and then came back, grinning at Qing'er who was catching up on sleep on the bed. "My dear little darling, how about we take a bath together?"

"You're going to die—shameless, always thinking up crooked ideas!" Qing'er knew that Zhang Bing was always full of tricks after she had fooled around with him in the office last time. Now that she heard him coming up with another idea, she instinctively refused. Although she had heard that taking a bath together was romantic and was somewhat looking forward to it, she still couldn't let go of the idea.

"Come on, little darling, you take a shower every morning anyway, so let's shower together now!" Zhang Bing was excited about his sudden idea. Seeing that Qing'er wasn't too firm in her refusal, he picked her up and headed for the bathroom.

Qing'er couldn't resist him, so she followed him into the bathroom like a thief, acting all coy.

Zhang Bing was meticulous; he first drew the bathroom window and curtains, and turned up the bathroom temperature before letting Qing'er undress.

After Qing'er took off her clothes, she crossed her arms and turned her back, deliberately not letting Zhang Bing see her body. But her back and buttocks alone were already beautiful enough, and Zhang Bing immediately raised his gun in salute. He quickly stripped himself naked as well, and Qing'er naturally saw Zhang Bing's physical reaction, her face turning bright red.

"Tell me honestly, did you not get any food at the hospital, so you came here? Otherwise, why did you get hard so quickly?" Qing'er glanced at his large member, glared at him, and guessed that it was close to the truth.

"Hehe, how can you say that? I missed you. My darling Qing'er has such a captivating figure, I can't get enough of her. Everyone who sees her is mesmerized. Of course, it's normal for me to react so quickly!" Zhang Bing couldn't admit it, so he flattered her with a playful smile. Women need to be coaxed.

"You're so smooth-talking. I wonder how many women you've fooled with that mouth!" Qing'er gave him a flirtatious look, but didn't pursue the topic further. "I'll just wash our hair together. You can take a shower first!"

"Hehe, I'll help my Qing'er wife wash her hair. Your hair is long, so it'll be more comfortable for me to help you." A bath together is meant to be mutually supportive; it's not like each person can do everything themselves.

Because the bathroom space was limited, Zhang Bing sat on the edge of the tub while Qing'er sat inside. Qing'er was afraid of the cold and only agreed to squat. Zhang Bing first wet her hair, then took the shampoo and started washing Qing'er's hair. Qing'er's hair was long and thick; washing it by herself would probably be quite difficult.

At first, Qing'er had her back to Zhang Bing. Later, when Zhang Bing needed to wash the ends of her hair and found it inconvenient, he asked her to turn around. She simply lay down on Zhang Bing's lap. Zhang Bing was very careful not to let the shampoo get into her hair or eyes. Qing'er couldn't help but smile when she saw Zhang Bing's serious expression, because his "big sausage" was standing erect right in front of her.

Zhang Bing knew Qing'er was laughing at his hard sausage, but he still maintained a serious expression and focused on washing her hair.

Qing'er looked at the sausage, which was still trembling, and playfully teased the "horse eye" with her right index finger. The sausage immediately straightened up, and she chuckled. Then, she slowly traced a circle along the steel helmet's ridge with her fingertip, making the helmet gleam and without a single wrinkle.

Qing'er was very satisfied with her work. She then placed her palm against the helmet, closed her five fingers to envelop the sausage, and slowly pulled it out. Zhang Bing trembled with pleasure, and Qing'er was even happier. She continued her teasing, repeating it several times. A tear or two squeezed out of the helmet's eye. Qing'er smeared the tear on the helmet and then played with the fleshy band on the back, gently stroking it up and down. Zhang Bing washing her hair this time was already worth the price. Qing'er gently

cupped his scrotum, then gave him a wicked look, pretending to squeeze hard. Zhang Bing immediately shook his head in terror, also making a surrendering expression. Qing'er was very pleased. To show her kindness to the prisoner of war, she opened her small mouth and kissed the front of the helmet.

A few more drops of secretion flowed from Zhang Bing's eye. She brushed them away with the tip of her tongue, scattering them around, and then gently sucked on them. Qing'er's mouth was small, and it took several attempts to take the entire helmet into her mouth. Since Zhang Bing was still washing her hair, she couldn't move too much lest she bite him, so she tried to puff out her tongue, licking all over the helmet.

"Qing'er—I—I'm going to rinse you off..." Zhang Bingshuang couldn't even finish his sentence.

"Go ahead and rinse!" Qing'er's mouth was full, making her speech indistinct.

Zhang Bingshuang took a showerhead and started rinsing her hair from the ends. As he gradually rinsed the back of her head, Qing'er still wouldn't let go of the helmet, so he poured it directly over her head. She still held it in her mouth and let him rinse. Zhang Bingshuang carefully washed every last bit of foam off her hair, straightening her smooth, flowing locks. Even after he finished rinsing, she was still sucking on it.

Zhang Bingshuang cupped her face and said, "Good girl! Come take a bath."

Only then did she reluctantly let go. Zhang Bingshuang helped her up. Since there were two of them, they couldn't use the tub, so they stood on the floor. Qing'er picked up some shower gel, squeezed some out, and started applying it to Zhang Bingshuang, who also applied it to her.

After Qing'er had lathered Zhang Bingshuang's chest with foam, she went up and hugged him again, reaching down to rub his back. Zhang Bingshuang was embracing a soft, smooth body, and his erection was pressing against Qing'er's lower abdomen. He turned Qing'er around and reached behind her to massage her breasts. Qing'er closed her eyes, allowing him to fully rub them, but his hands lingered on her breasts.

He first rubbed the base while massaging her, then slowly took over the entire mountainside. Qing'er's full, plump breasts were irresistible to him, and with the lubrication of the shower gel, not only did Qing'er feel comfortable, but Zhang Bing's hands also felt even more satisfied. He then pinched the tips, the two little red beans already proudly erect, becoming swollen and hard after being caressed. Zhang Bing was insatiable; his left hand grasped Qing'er's right breast, his left forearm rubbing against the tip of her left breast, while his right hand moved to touch Qing'er's abdomen.

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Qing'er didn't know if it was pleasure or itchiness, and involuntarily twisted her body. Zhang Bing's penis was right on her buttocks, and she felt comfortable from twisting, causing it to bounce and tremble.

His hand slid across Qing'er's stomach, even digging into her belly button, making Qing'er laugh uncontrollably. At this moment, his left hand abandoned its position on the mountainside and moved downwards, crossing her lower abdomen and touching Qing'er's pubic hair.

"You still have some hair here that hasn't been washed," he said.

"That's your responsibility!" Qing'er said.

"Oh," Zhang Bing said, "that costs extra, miss."

Qing'er felt she deserved the full service, and Zhang Bing accepted her opinion, rubbing her pubic hair as well. Occasionally, Zhang Bing's hand went beyond the pubic area, getting some sticky stuff on it.

"Ah!" he said, "Miss, did you bring your own shampoo?"

Qing'er playfully slapped him back.

"That's not allowed," he added, "Our rules state that guests can't bring things in, and I have to wipe them off."

Since he believed in this rule, Qing'er had no choice but to comply. Zhang Bing's fingers gently wiped away the sticky residue. Qing'er wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. Zhang Bing lowered his head to kiss her neck, and she breathed softly, "Ah..."

Although Zhang Bing tried hard, his work wasn't effective; the sticky residue only increased with each wipe.

"Miss, what brand of shampoo is this?" he asked suspiciously. "I can't get it off!"

"I don't care!" Qing'er said with her eyes closed. "You said you were going to clean me up."

Zhang Bing realized he'd fallen into his own trap and had no choice but to continue his work, albeit awkwardly. To be on the safe side, he used his other hand as well. Qing'er was already trembling. One of Zhang Bing's hands was on her sensitive bud, while the other touched the lower opening. She wanted to make a sound of encouragement, but he sealed her lips with a kiss, so she could only use her tongue to fight back.

Qing'er was increasingly at a disadvantage in this struggle. Zhang Bing noticed a persistent sound in her throat, so he released her mouth and kissed her cheek instead. Qing'er finally let out a soft, satisfied "Oh..." Zhang Bing cruelly intensified his finger movements, and Qing'er trembled more and more violently. Suddenly, she climaxed.

If Zhang Bing hadn't been holding her, Qing'er would have fallen to the ground; her legs were weak, and she could barely stand.

Fearing she was too excited, Zhang Bing released her and helped her to sit on the edge of the bathtub, catching her breath. He told her to rest, then knelt down and washed her feet. Qing'er sat there slumped, watching her lover carefully massaging her feet, and couldn't help but feel content, smiling happily.

Zhang Bing started washing up her legs, while Qing'er was already rinsing herself. Her method was clearly better; areas Zhang Bing had previously struggled to clean were now thoroughly rinsed by her. Although it was still water, the feeling was refreshing, not sticky.

Zhang Bing took the showerhead and rinsed the shower gel off her legs. He was still dissatisfied with his own work, so he asked Qing'er to spread her legs again. He turned the water jet to rinse her pink nipples, gently parting them with his fingers to see if he could reveal their secrets.

Qing'er wanted to cry out again, but this time Zhang Bing carefully observed as he washed, cleaning away any residue between her breasts. Qing'er didn't want it to be too stimulating and held his hand, urging him to stop, reminding him that she wasn't finished washing herself.

Zhang Bing stood up, while Qing'er remained seated. She squeezed out some more shower gel and applied it to his body. She had already applied it to his chest, so she turned him around and began rubbing his back. Zhang Bing's broad shoulders gave her a sense of security and dependence. As she rubbed the lotion, she reached Zhang Bing's buttocks, and Zhang Bing giggled. It turned out he was ticklish there. Qing'er seized this opportunity for revenge, scratching and rubbing here and there, even reaching down to tickle his buttocks. Zhang Bing quickly begged for mercy in a low voice. Qing'er then reached out and gently stroked his scrotum.

Zhang Bing's erection immediately became erect again. He turned back, and Qing'er, her hands covered in foam, washed the hard erection. Qing'er's hands, lubricated by the shower gel, scrubbed it up and down, a process quite different from how he usually did it himself. It became even more swollen and hard, making Qing'er blush and laugh as she touched it. Qing'er

knew he was enjoying it. She wanted to lick it, but with so much foam, she clasped her hands together and used them to lick it. Qing'er had helped Zhang Bing play with the sausage before, using her palm to grab it and slide it around. But now Zhang Bing was so slippery that she couldn't hold on at all, so her palm would directly rub against the pole and helmet, making his nerve endings go numb all over, and he couldn't help but let out a "uh..." sound. When

Zhang Bing and Qing'er were intimate, he always just passively received. This was the first time Qing'er had discovered that Zhang Bing could make sounds, and she was so happy that she intensified her movements. After a while, she had a new idea. She made Zhang Bing continue standing, while she climbed up behind him, her right hand still sliding around the sausage, her left hand groping his chest, and then rubbing her breasts against Zhang Bing's back. How could Zhang Bing resist? He reached back and hugged her two little bottoms, letting out a more satisfied sigh.

Zhang Bing, his eyes narrowed, said, "You've already...washed yourself...this will...make you...dirty again..."

Qing'er kept tugging, saying, "It's alright, I'll wash again."

Even the most powerful Zhang Bing couldn't resist the gentle assault. Waves of tingling numbness surged from all parts of his body, converging on his hard penis. Suddenly, his erection swelled, his glans opened, and thick semen shot out.

Although Qing'er couldn't see him from behind, she knew from his breathing and trembling that he was finished. She slowed her movements, gently squeezing out the remaining semen. Zhang Bing exhaled a long breath, turned around, and embraced her, kissing her fiercely. Qing'er let out a soft moan and hugged him tightly in return.

They separated after a long, long time. Zhang Bing then grabbed the showerhead and rinsed them both clean. Suddenly,

Zhang Bing had a strange idea and asked Qing'er if she dared to walk back to the room naked like this.

"I'm going to die!" Qing'er cursed at him, "I don't want to!"

Zhang Bing ignored her protests, grabbed his clothes, opened the door, and dragged Qing'er out. Qing'er screamed in surprise, but had no choice but to suppress her shyness and go along with his madness.

They rolled onto the bed, Zhang Bing laughing loudly. Qing'er angrily kept hitting him and turned her head away as if to ignore him. Zhang Bing lifted her head back and said seriously, "I have something to tell you."

Qing'er looked at him curiously, but Zhang Bing said, "Let's make love!"

"Make love my foot!" Qing'er said coquettishly, "I just washed up, I don't want to!"

"Then I'll fuck you!"

Zhang Bing forcefully hugged her and kissed her. She struggled a few times and refused to give in. Zhang Bing was accidentally let away by her. She squatted on the ground with her hands around her knees, giggling, meaning, let's see what you can do now.

Zhang Bing jumped off the bed, bent down and lifted her up alive. Qing'er screamed in fright. He put her back on the bed, wrapped his arms around her, and said, "Try to run away again!"

Qing'er pretended to be pitiful, pleading, "Please... let me go..."

"No!" Zhang Bing laughed and said, "How can you let a cooked duck fly away? Just accept your fate!"

Qing'er covered her face with her hands and shook her head, saying, "I'm so scared..."

Zhang Bing straightened her body, and placed one leg between her legs. Afraid of hurting her, he clumsily completed the preparatory action only after Qing'er deliberately let go. What was originally a tiger pouncing on a sheep turned into two snakes entwined. Zhang Bing still boasted, "See! Struggling is useless! Obediently listen to this king!"

Qing'er still pretended to resist. Zhang Bing grabbed a cloth strip from somewhere and blindfolded Qing'er. Qing'er was immediately plunged into darkness and felt a real sense of fear.

Seeing that Qing'er had indeed calmed down, Zhang Bing grabbed her hand, clasped their hands together, and lowered his head to kiss and bite her shoulders and neck, making Qing'er laugh again.

"Ouch!" Qing'er said, "You lecherous thief, you're so strong, I can't struggle anymore, what should I do? Fine! You come!"

Zhang Bing became smug. He and Qing'er had been writhing and struggling, and his penis was already half hard. He positioned himself, ready to pounce, but suddenly felt uneasy and asked, "Darling, if a man really comes to seduce you, you won't give up so easily, will you?"

Qing'er's eyes were covered, and she pouted innocently, saying, "What can I do? You boys are all so strong, I can't break free. Besides, look, I'm all wet from struggling down there..."

This was the truth; Qing'er's lower body was indeed wet again. Zhang Bing became even more nervous, and his penis suddenly stood erect, pressing against her vulva.

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Qing'er felt his movements and looked at him with a seductive smile: "Look—when a man pushes against me like this, I can't do anything—ah—ah—what are you doing—ah—ah—"

It turned out that Zhang Bing had started to penetrate her and was thrusting with all his might, trying to expel the jealousy he had been consuming.

Qing'er also said: "Ah—ah—like a man—he just went in all at once—I—have no strength—oh—what to do—ah—I—don't want to—resist—oh—oh—"

The more Zhang Bing listened, the harder he got. He kept thrusting and said: "No! You have to resist!"

Qing'er said: "Oh—oh—how—resist—ah—I—ah—okay—I'll resist—I'll resist—ah—"

Qing'er's way of resisting was to start swaying her waist to match his attack. Probably every flower thief in the world would welcome this kind of resistance.

Zhang Bing hurriedly said, "No! That's not how it's done!"

Qing'er was troubled: "Oh—uh—then—how—ah—ah—"

Zhang Bing tried hard to move: "You—you can ask for help!"

"Ask—ask for help?" Qing'er was a little confused, but she didn't want to understand anything else. She was wholeheartedly enjoying herself and had no time to think about anything else.

"Yes—you can call someone to save you!" Zhang Bing suggested earnestly.

"Help—help me!" Qing'er's cry was very weak.

"That won't work!" Zhang Bing was not satisfied and increased the pace of her attack.

"Help—ah—" Qing'er raised her voice slightly: "Who will save me—"

"That's much better! Try harder," Zhang Bing encouraged her.

"Someone save me—" Qing'er had no choice but to try her best to cooperate with the man, panting heavily and raising her voice as much as possible. Anyway, the room was well soundproofed, and no one outside could hear her. "Someone—is ** me—ah—come save me—um—um—someone is—**—ah—this person—ah—is fucking me—so—um—so comfortable—ah—come—ah—come—ah—save me—come—**—ah—fuck me to death—ah—so beautiful—so—so deep—help me—it's so beautiful—ah—ah—the **man is fucking me to death—faster—faster—it's so good—I'm going to be in trouble—ah—it's coming—I can't take it anymore—ah—ah—I'm dead—oh—oh—it's over—I'm finished—"

Qing'er was talking nonsense, completely flirting, not asking for help. But this was fine too, getting the man to ejaculate quickly was also a strategy for escaping. For example, Zhang Bing couldn't take it anymore. His lover beneath him, blindfolded, was moaning incessantly. He couldn't help but imagine Qing'er being violated, and a strange pleasure arose within him. Overwhelmed with excitement, his body went out of control, and he ejaculated.

Zhang Bing, exhausted, lay on top of Qing'er, removing the blindfold. Qing'er deliberately said, "It feels so good to be violated—"

Zhang Bing didn't know if she was telling the truth or not. His penis, still inside Qing'er, which had been softening, twitched twice and began to harden again.

Qing'er noticed his change and quickly pushed him away, laughing and scolding, "Are you a pervert? Do you really like me being violated?"

Zhang Bing, pushed back onto the bed, pulled her close, saying, "I love you—you must never be violated by anyone else—I will protect my woman, Zhang Bing's woman!"

Qing'er scolded him again, "You bastard—"

"Qing'er, my darling—I'm hard again—" Zhang Bing stammered, breathing into Qing'er's earlobe.

“Just cut it off!” Qing’er glared at him, a smile playing at the corners of her eyes, and actually got up to find scissors.

“You’re so cruel!”

“Who told you to *** me!” Qing’er said.

She really found scissors, and Zhang Bing looked at her in fear, his sausage immediately softening, but she squatted down and started trimming his pubic hair. Zhang Bing said, “You’ll scare me so much I’ll become impotent.”

Qing’er laughed happily, and Zhang Bing looked at her radiant smile, especially the shallow dimples when she smiled, which were inexplicably beautiful. He reached out and stroked her face, and Qing’er rubbed her face against his hand like a cat.

After a while, Qing’er finished cutting, and Zhang Bing looked down and exclaimed, “Wow!” He said in surprise, “You’ve given me a buzz cut!”

Qing’er laughed even more happily, saying, “That way, if you go out and commit a crime, it will be easier for you to be identified!”

Zhang Bing smiled bitterly; Qing’er was still a little annoyed that he was flirting with so many women and being too promiscuous.

Zhang Bing snatched the scissors, hugged her, and kissed her. "How about I trim my Qing'er's hair?"

Qing'er gasped and turned to run away, but the room was small, and Zhang Bing immediately caught her and threw her onto the bed.

"Tell me, Miss, do you want the White Tiger or the Golden Lion King? Our shop offers a 20% discount." Zhang Bing picked up the scissors, a lewd grin on his face.

Qing'er laughed incessantly, begging for mercy, "Your Majesty, spare me! My black forest is perfectly fine now, I don't need Your Majesty's trouble."

"No, it must be cut!" Zhang Bing looked fierce, "Yesterday I met a miracle doctor named Liao Liao Yisheng. He doesn't treat colds, fevers, coughs, sneezes, or stuffy noses, thinking they're too childish; he can't treat difficult and complicated diseases either; he won't even see a doctor for late-stage cancer, saying that's just preparing for the end; he can't treat common illnesses, he only treats breast diseases, artificial respiration, and gynecological diseases, and yet he became a miracle doctor. So I must learn from him, I won't cut my long hair, and I must cut my short hair! I want to become a hairdressing saint! And I'll specialize in cutting women's hair, because women are more likely to automatically spray water, saving me the water for washing my hair!"

"Shameless—rogue, lewd!" Qing'er couldn't pretend anymore, she couldn't cooperate anymore, her ears burning as she listened to Zhang Bing's words, her face flushed with embarrassment, "Men are all the same! They only think about women."

"Think about women where?" Zhang Bing laughed and hugged her tightly, letting her little hands stroke his little brother.

“Wherever you say, that’s where it is.” Qing’er, of course, wasn’t fooled. It would be embarrassing for a woman to say it out loud.

“I think about my darling Qing’er, about every part of my wife’s body. Those are the things that fascinate me, the things I think about day and night.” Zhang Bing kissed Qing’er’s lips, smiling as he looked at her. “But where will my little brother want from my wife Qing’er’s body? It can’t talk, so it’s really hard to guess. Qing’er, tell me, is it here—here—or here?” Zhang Bing’s fingers traced across Qing’er’s lips, kneading her full breasts, then playing in the garden for a while before slowly asking Qing’er’s opinion.

“Ah—whatever—you—are—anything.” Qing’er was already weak from his caresses, desire filling her body again. She slumped in the man’s arms, hurriedly searching for his lips, unable to even speak clearly.

“Ah, how can that be? You must choose, it’s democratic and free!” Zhang Bing dodged Qing’er’s lips, but his hands didn’t stop, instead kneading even more urgently and joyfully.

"Ah—then—here!" Qing'er panicked, using all her strength to flip Zhang Bing onto the bed, straddling him, and stuffing his already erect penis into her paradise. Then she squatted down, moving up and down, her eyes filled with seductive allure.

"Oh my god, no, ma'am, I haven't even cleaned and tidied your hair yet, how can you put on a helmet? You're breaking the rules!" Zhang Bing said, but still felt sorry for Qing'er, supporting her waist with both hands to make it easier for her to move.

"It's okay—put on the helmet first—ah—faster—harder—then wash your hair—ah, comfortable—it's easier this way—it doesn't waste water—ah—push harder—" Qing'er mumbled nonsense, her eyes closed in enjoyment, her face flushed, her large, full breasts swaying in front of Zhang Bing's eyes with each movement, drawing beautiful, alluring curves that made Zhang Bing unable to resist grabbing them with both hands.

"Ah—I can't take it anymore—I want to complain—you hairdresser—your service—is so irresponsible—you expect the customer to volunteer!" Qing'er, exhausted, clung to the man, complaining.

"Fine, I'll be a responsible hairdresser, I'll be a hairdressing saint!" Zhang Bing, having enjoyed himself enough, rolled over, pinning the woman beneath him and thrusting rapidly. "I'll make sure every customer is satisfied. If they're not, I'll compensate them 10 times!"

"No, I want 100 times, 10,000 times, I want it for all eternity!" Qing'er clung tightly to the man's waist, gazing at him with adoration. "I want to be Zhang Bing's Qing'er wife forever!"

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