The brother of the teenage drug lord

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This is the girl's room.
Moon-white curtains, cream-colored furniture, typical Rococo architectural style—the ceiling and walls connect with curved surfaces, and murals adorn the corners. The interior walls are a rose-red base color with gold moldings. The wainscoting is intricately framed, with a lace border around the edges and a light pink brocade center. The exquisite detail and elaborate decorations evoke the romantic atmosphere of Versailles.
A girl sits against the sofa on a handmade Turkish rug, her snow-white dress appearing even more pristine and radiant against the rug's beautiful, intricate patterns. She holds a book of poetry, her clear, melodious voice like the gentle flow of a spring.
"But has that thread of fate been broken—
the one that bound your lovely soul to fortune?
Has it left you in this cruel world,
leaving you heartbroken and filled with sorrow?
Yet, you, my grief-stricken beauty,
though you drink the bitter wine of sorrow,
dream that you will meet the one you love, and
in heaven, never to be parted again."
An elegant and magnetic voice came from the young man resting his head on her lap. "Zijin, you're reciting Shelley's 'To Mary,' aren't you?"
Yin Zijin gathered her long, loose hair and tucked it behind her ear. "Brother, if your love goes against your principles, what will you do?"
Yin Shang's cold voice was devoid of any emotion. “I will destroy it with my own hands, my so-called love.”
Yin Zijin smiled, a smile so faint it was almost invisible. “But you can’t do it, can you? Because you’ve fallen in love with ‘him’.”
Yin Shang smiled bitterly. “Zijin, I’m tired. Let me sleep. You know perfectly well that now, I can only sleep peacefully beside you.” His calm facade crumbled, his voice filled with weariness. “Could you…sing me your lullaby one more time?”
“Okay.” Yin Zijin adjusted the soft pillow on her lap, her hand, painted with purple nail polish, gently brushing her brother’s cheek. Her rosy lips softly chanted a beautiful, soothing lullaby, the melody known to the listener as a “lullaby.” Yin Shang
, twenty years old, English name Koy Exxon, is the current leader of one of Colombia’s three major drug cartels, “Black Lily.” His public identity is that of an upper-class Colombian nobleman, the only son of the Exxon family. He runs several multinational corporations, earns a substantial annual income, and possesses impeccable looks and a charming personality, making him the prince charming of many young girls' dreams. Several years ago, he donated $13 million to Commonwealth member states in Africa for disaster relief and was knighted by the Queen of England.
Yin Zijin, whose English name is Alivia Exxon, is the younger sister of the current leader of one of Colombia's three major drug cartels, "Black Lily." Her public identity is that of the only daughter of the Exxon family, a Colombian aristocratic family. However, there is no evidence to suggest any connection to drug trafficking. Additional note: Although unrelated to the case, she is also rumored to be one of the three most powerful witches in the world.
The above is the record of this brother and sister in Interpol's files.
Waking up, after settling his sister, who had unknowingly fallen asleep, Yin Shang opened a door at the end of the corridor. Drawing back the curtains, the bright afternoon sunlight streamed through the tinted glass, illuminating everything in the room.
Several iron chains hung from the ceiling, tightly fastened to the limbs of a young man, suspending him in mid-air, his toes unable to touch the ground. The young man's naked body was tightly bound by the chains, completely unable to move. The young man's skin was a healthy wheat color, radiating a vibrant glow, which, against the silver chains and the black restraints, created a visually stunning effect.
Yin Shang removed the gag from his mouth, lifted his chin, and made the other man's eyes meet his gaze. "Looks like you slept well last night, ICPO Officer Duan Hui."
The young man named Duan Hui was about twenty-five years old, and he was soaked in sweat. Sweat streamed down his forehead, tracing his impeccably muscular physique, showing that he had expended most of his attention and energy resisting the effects of the electric vibrator in his anus.
Only after the gag was removed did Duan Hui have a chance to speak.
"Shang, Shang, you...you mustn't go on like this." His tone was scattered and his voice weak and feeble, but there was an unwavering determination within it. "Listen...listen to me..."
Yin Shang sneered, his long, slender, white fingers sliding down his neck, collarbone, and stopping at the nipple ring on his chest. The small metal ring, forcibly put on just a few days ago, gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
He maliciously tugged at one of them. "So you're going to plead guilty, huh? But Officer Duan seems to have forgotten that both the Blackfriars Royal Court in London and the Central Court in Columbia have acquitted me. Legally speaking, I have no grounds for acquittal."
Treated in this way on his most sensitive spot, Duan Hui's body tensed, and he involuntarily let out a muffled, short groan. His clear, resolute eyes momentarily clouded over. Pain, a sharp, piercing pain assaulted his nerves, yet within that pain lay something, something ambiguous… His
soft, short hair, soaked with sweat, clung smoothly to his forehead. The restrained expression on Duan Hui's face, coupled with his handsome features and bewildered eyes, possessed a strange allure, tempting one to further torment him.
Seeing this, a spark flickered deep within Yin Shang's eyes. He turned off the vibrator and pulled it out. Turning around, he retrieved a bottle of red wine and an exquisite glass from a nearby cabinet.
Duan Hui let out a long sigh. As his mind relaxed, he realized that every bone and every part of his body ached and felt numb. Having been suspended in mid-air for three days, he felt completely like a puppet, manipulated by Yin Shang at his whim.
Adjusting the length of the chains, Yin Shang laid Duan Hui on the red carpet floor. He bent down, reached out, and pried open Duan Hui's mouth, pouring a glass of red wine into it. "You still have the nerve to come to me at a time like this, Officer Duan. I'm speechless at your foolish sense of justice and professional ethics."
"Cough..." Duan Hui choked on the sudden liquid, coughing. "Shang, you...you shouldn't go down this wrong path..." His face flushed red from the cough. "Do you want more innocent people to..."
"become victims of my cocaine and four Sidewinder tactical nuclear missiles, is that it?" Yin Shang smiled coldly. "Interpol's intelligence is quite reliable."
Duan Hui felt a chill, recalling the information he had gathered.
Reports indicated a recent illegal arms deal involving the purchase of four Sidewinder tactical nuclear missiles from a CIA official under the guise of an African country. The transaction, valued at $250 million, was conducted through a Swiss National Bank account.
Clearly, this was a threat from "Black Lily" to the UN Office Against Drug Abuse and Illicit Trafficking and Interpol. Colombia, Venezuela, Brazil, Peru, and Ecuador, under the coordination of the UN Office on Drugs and Crime, originally planned to form a five-nation joint anti-drug force to continue the armed anti-drug operation against Colombia three months prior. However, various indications suggest that Yin Shang, the leader of the "Black Lily" group, who was acquitted a month earlier due to insufficient evidence, was the true purchaser of the four Sidewinder tactical nuclear missiles.
Once this information was confirmed, no one dared to act rashly. Yin Shang possessed no fewer than five or six supersonic fighter jets, capable of escaping the blast radius within three minutes. The consequences of any one of these four missiles exploding in the bustling metropolis of Bogotá would be unimaginably severe.
“So, go back and tell ICPO and the UN Office on Drugs and Crime that they'd better not mess with me.” Yin Shang grabbed Duan Hui’s hair and lifted his head. “Of course, I’ll let you ‘enjoy’ yourself before you go back.” As he spoke, he tossed a pill into Duan Hui’s mouth and then downed a glass of wine.
“You should thank me. Out of respect for your opponent, I’ll be the only spectator for the rest of this good show.” Yin Shang sat leisurely on the floor, his expression like that of someone watching a performance. “Because I admire your acting skills very much—it actually made me believe that you really love me.”
Duan Hui’s expression dimmed when he heard the last sentence. “I…” He only managed to utter one word before being interrupted by a strange feeling rising from within his body.
“The drug works really fast.” Yin Shang elegantly adjusted his posture, speaking in a tone and expression as if discussing the weather.
Duan Hui’s gaze at Yin Shang gradually blurred. But the sensations in his body became clearer.
A strange feeling rose from his empty stomach, like hot steam, permeating every nerve, blood vessel, and bone in his body. First, a hazy heat, but in an instant, it seemed to transform into molten lava, surging and assaulting his senses.
Yin Shang's reaction was merely to get up and press the switch, suspending Duan Hui in mid-air again. Just as he had said, "I can remain calm under any circumstances," he was calm.
Because he had to.
He didn't live only for himself.
Duan Hui didn't notice any of this. His entire attention was focused on the effects of the aphrodisiac.
Before being suspended, he tried to move his chained limbs as much as possible; the cold chains and the rough texture of the carpet rubbing against his skin provided some relief. But once he was suspended again, even that little bit of comfort vanished. His desperate twisting only made the chains clang.
So hot…so uncomfortable…
not just hot, but the magma surging within him felt like countless tiny insects were crawling out, gnawing and licking at every point, every line, every surface of his body, causing an indescribable numbness, an indescribable tingling, an indescribable itching. All sensations converged on two places: his penis, tightly bound by the restraints, and the passage to his anus.
Yin Shang, who had orchestrated all this, was leisurely enjoying Duan Hui's torment by lust. He aroused his desire but didn't touch his body, a typical attitude of playing with a pet, absolutely domineering, absolutely indifferent,
and absolutely ruthless.
He looked at the base of his penis, the area where the two testicles met, slowly swelling and turning purple, the color becoming somewhat ominous. Only then did Yin Shang approach Duan Hui, take out a playing card from his pocket, and with a single horizontal stroke, cleanly sliced through the thin black leather sheath without leaving a single mark.
Duan Hui let out a comfortable sigh.
Before the thin leather cover even hit the ground, a pool of thick, white liquid appeared on the carpet.
But soon, Duan Hui realized that the excruciating tingling and itching hadn't subsided in the slightest; in fact, it was getting worse. Could it be…? His eyes, filled with terror and shame, turned to Yin Shang. He remained silent, biting his lower lip tightly, trying to stifle any sound. Thin streaks of bright red blood trickled down his torn lips.
“That’s right. If it’s not inserted ‘from behind,’ you’ll never be free.” Yin Shang grinned sinisterly. “Now, you understand why I removed it first, right?”
It? Duan Hui was a beat slow to realize Yin Shang was referring to the electric vibrator. His handsome face contorted with embarrassment.
Yin Shang leisurely savored every expression on Duan Hui's face. A flush rose on Duan Hui's face and body from lust and shame, like a rose blooming at midnight, possessing an indescribable allure.
Duan Hui was an upright and resolute man, strong and unyielding. His eyes, when meeting his gaze, were always clear and pure, like a lake without a trace of impurity. But now…
now he was struggling and panting, his breathing heavy and disordered. Those eyes were now filled with fire and water. The fire was the fire of thirsty desire, the water the misty moisture at the corners of his eyes.
He wanted… he wanted something to penetrate him…
Duan Hui felt ashamed of this desire, while struggling to muster the sanity that was almost consumed by madness. But… the more he tried to concentrate on not thinking about it, the more acute his physical sensations became.
He felt as if he were being roasted on a rack, the heat of the flames being absorbed into his blood. Every cell in his body was screaming, craving to be penetrated, to be fucked! And the desire grew stronger with each wave.
Slowly, his consciousness seemed to overlap with that day, their first time together.
At that moment, Yin Shang's eyes held a smile and tenderness, along with a touch of ease and mischief—
"Hui, don't give me that seductive look, okay? If I lose control, you'll be the one who gets hurt!"
"Still have the energy to think about other things? Looks like Officer Duan is quite relaxed." Yin Shang's emotionless voice pulled him back to reality. The latter pulled a whip from the various training tools laid out to the side, using the handle to lift his chin. "Or is it that for your lewd body, this level of drug effect is just child's play?"

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