The Road of No Return for Prostitutes

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The subway in Wuhan, where I studied, was always so crowded. I felt like my bra was about to burst out of my skin. I don't know which sleazy guy squeezed my butt so hard when he got on the train. I really wanted to curse him out, but there was nothing I could do. If you don't have money, you have to squeeze onto the subway, and getting groped on the subway is normal.

After more than ten stops, I finally arrived at Qiaokou Road Station. After getting off the subway, I dragged my tired body forward and bought a chive pancake and a serving of cold noodles. It was so hot. I really wanted to gulp down several bottles of iced drinks on the street, but I couldn't. I had to save money, and I couldn't ask my family for money after graduation.

I walked back to school. Our school was very small. The boys joked that if you kicked a football long enough on the field, it would fly out of the school. Even a decent elementary school was a whole size bigger than our school.

My dorm is near a nine-story old building on the south side of the school. Even the windows are iron bars from the 1990s, not even aluminum alloy. Every time I walk into this campus, into this dorm, and smell the stench from the communal toilets, and then think about my own ninth-floor dorm, I feel like I want to die.

The ninth floor is full of graduating third-year students, and there are hardly any people left now. There are only two of us left in our dorm. I pushed open the door. "Xiaoying's back. How was your day?" It was Miao Miao who spoke. She was shirtless, watching "Empresses in the Palace" on her Apple computer while chatting. The floor was a mess. This brat had ruined the dorm again all day!

"You slut, can't you tidy up the room? I'm exhausted from looking for a job every day, and I have to clean up your room like I'm serving an ancestor. Don't you have any conscience?" I picked up the bottle of orange juice she had left on the table and scolded her.

"Tch, who the hell told you to go find a job? With our lousy major, if you go to the job market, they won't even hire you to clean toilets. What is Wuhan Design Institute? It's just a migrant worker college. At best, you'll become a decorator after graduation. Look at the guys in our school, they all look like idiots. If I had known it would be like this, I would have preferred to go to Lanxiang Technical School." Miao Miao spat sunflower seed shells on the ground and said.

I leaned weakly against the bed, rubbing my temples. "Alright, stop complaining about your poor grades. If you scored over 600 on the college entrance exam, who would come to this school? And Miao Miao, even if you look down on the boys at our school, you can't just sleep around with those losers from Wuhan University. Do you know what your classmates call you? They call you a 'bus'."

Miao Miao scoffed indifferently, "I'm a bus, but I'm also a subway, a train! I even put his dad in there! I'm willing! I just like playing with these stupid men! I'm just sexually active! So what? One isn't enough for me? I also want to talk to you! What have you been doing for the past three years?

All you did was attend student council meetings and study. What's the use of studying? You're still a virgin after graduating from university. What a waste of your figure and face! You can't even get a thousand..." "I can't even find a job. Take Hua Ge, whom I met the other day, for example. He's incredibly rich, worth millions. He even introduced me to someone, and you wouldn't take it. You should take better care of yourself. Don't look like a haggard old woman in your early twenties. Do you really need some tall, handsome oppa?"

I was speechless. That Hua Ge was just a bunch of idiots. I simply couldn't accept it. During my three years of college, Miao Miao was my best friend. Although we had very different personalities, I still enjoyed hearing this slut talk about her scandalous affairs, like how this guy had a big penis, that guy had a good tongue, and so-and-so's family was rich, etc. She said that college wasn't about studying, but about meeting more men and understanding them better. The thing she said most often was that men only value a woman's sex, so you have to use your sex life to earn more money.

I said, "Then why don't you just go out and sell yourself?" She said that she was already selling herself, just at a higher level, for a higher price.

I ignored him. This argument had been going on for three years, always a tit-for-tat, but I knew deep down I was slowly losing. The world truly laughs at poverty, not prostitution. While my classmates occasionally teased Miao Miao, they sometimes looked at me with genuine contempt.

Because I was poor. I wore clothes from the night market costing a few dollars, and my meals never exceeded six dollars. Aside from Miao Miao's sponsorship, I never attended class reunions. My only cosmetic was a white porcelain bottle of Da Youyi (a brand of cosmetics), and even my underwear was old, faded and yellowed from washing. This was partly why I didn't have a girlfriend in college

. Although most guys only care about looks, if you're too poor, even average-looking guys won't pay attention to you, because they'd rather find a girl with slightly better conditions and average looks. College is like society.

I banished my distractions and started tidying up the house, while she scratched her bottom with her little hands, then picked up a potato chip from the table, put it in her mouth, and continued watching her "Empresses in the Palace." I really don't know how this girl grew up. I've never seen her wash her underwear; she basically wears it for a week and then throws it away. If she hasn't had time to buy a new one, she just turns it inside out and continues wearing it.

In my mind, Miao Miao is actually a legend. She stopped asking her family for money when she started junior high school, and by high school, she was already going out to hotels with other men. Although I've never seen her have any savings, she'll buy anything she wants without batting an eye. Look at this Armani business suit of mine; she got it from some rich guy last month, at least she calls all men rich guys.

"I planted orchids on campus..." Her phone rang. Every time I hear this ringtone, I think it's too jarring. Such a flirtatious person using such an innocent ringtone—she's definitely just pretending to be innocent.

"Hello? Ah, it's Brother Dao. I'm working on my resume right now... Yeah, I've graduated, so I need to hurry up and find a job...

I've been out all day...

Oh dear! You said you'd come to your company to be my secret agent, but how could I possibly go to your company...

You wanted to treat me to dinner tonight...

Well... I just got to school...

I haven't even showered yet, so... Okay... I can't drink... Um... Bye-bye." After saying that, Miao Miao hung up the phone. I was speechless. This girl was pretending to be innocent again. I took off her Armani business suit, which she quickly put on, grabbed her backpack, and was about to leave.

"Miao Miao... stop gambling." I said as she was about to leave.

"Silly girl." She laughed and ran out. I knew that when this girl received a call like this, she usually wouldn't be back for at least three or four days.

I lay quietly on the bed, eating the potato chips Miao Miao had left over. I noticed a pubic hair on one of the chips. I blew it away and continued eating. That's human nature. Before, I would have definitely thrown up, but now, if I'm really hungry, I'll eat it even with a pubic hair on it. I looked at the poster of Daniel Wu on the headboard.

He's my favorite male star. Which woman doesn't dream of love? They just don't show it. I also wanted to date in college, but I didn't have time, and more importantly, no good guys pursued me, not even average ones.

I came from the mountains. Although I went to a junior college, I was the only one from my village to graduate. My father sold their only water buffalo to pay for my education, so I had to find a job. But it's been two months since graduation. If it weren't for the school's support for graduates, I'd probably be sleeping on the streets. I opened my wallet; there was still thirty-four yuan and fifty cents inside.

"Ring ring." The phone rang. This Samsung phone was a gift from Miao Miao after she stopped using it.

"Hello? Dad." I answered the phone. It was Dad calling from Aunt Wu's house because we don't have a phone at home; our village doesn't even have cell phone signal.

"Xiaoying, how's work lately?"

"Great, everything's going smoothly, and my colleagues at work are very nice to me."

"That's good, that's good. Ah, it's better than being at home..."

"Dad, is something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to call and see you... okay?"

"If there's something, just say it, Dad."

"Hmm. Li Si's daughter from Nancun has grown up. Someone has arranged a marriage for her, and she's agreed to it. But nowadays, girls all want to leave this mountain valley and don't want to stay in Minjiaping. But I don't have the money to buy a house in the county. Sigh, I had to cancel the marriage." "

No, Dad, my brother is grown up too. How much... how much money does he need?" "

150,000. Your brother has earned some money working as a carpenter in the county these past two years, about 50,000. But we still don't have 100,000 left. Even if we sold our old bones, it wouldn't be enough. The other party also wants a bride price, but your brother doesn't agree to that either. Besides, your sister has only just started junior high school."

"Oh. I see. Dad, don't get upset. My brother is so capable. There will always be good girls who like him. I'll think of a way." I said softly. My brother is two years younger than me, but he's very sensible. He paid for my living expenses when I was in college. My brother once loved a girl, and she loved him too. But in the end, because of the bride price of tens of thousands of yuan, the girl married someone else. My brother was very sad, but he never complained.

As for my younger sister, who's in junior high, she's my stepmother's daughter. My mother passed away when I was thirteen, leaving my brother and me behind. Later, because my stepmother was quite honest, my father married her. Although she was very kind to us, she was just an ordinary rural woman; all she could offer was care for my father.

I wiped away my tears, stood up, and looked at myself in the mirror. This large mirror was brought back by Miao Miao. The girl in the mirror had a well-proportioned figure, firm breasts, and long, beautiful hair tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a white bra, and her breasts were almost spilling out. Yes, I really am beautiful.

I shook my head with a bitter smile. Miao Miao's computer was still on, so I continued watching "Empresses in the Palace." It was a story of palace intrigue and bloodshed, just a few women with nothing better to do throwing tantrums over a man. I was just a small, insignificant woman who could barely afford to eat; it seemed rather uninteresting.

I started thinking about my brother's situation, and finally picked up the phone. I thought I'd ask Miao Miao for money; maybe he could help. "What? You need 100,000 yuan? Damn, that's difficult. I don't have any. I just lost 30,000 yuan a few days ago, and I can't help you borrow from anyone. All the people I know are loan sharks. With your small frame, you'd be forced into prostitution if you borrowed that much. Forget it, this is the first time you, this old maid, have asked me for money. I'll try to think of a way, but we'll talk about it when I get back."

Miao Miao didn't return until noon the next day. She asked me what happened, and I briefly explained the situation, asking her to think of a solution. She naturally didn't have any money; any she had went to gambling arcades.

Miao Miao was naturally aware of my family's financial situation and knew about my brother's situation. She bit her lip, her beautiful and charming face unusually serious, and finally lit a cigarette.

"...I...I can go..." I felt like I couldn't even hear my own voice. This was the final decision I'd made after thinking about it all night.

"You can become a mistress," Miao Miao said, pausing for a moment. Actually, she wasn't being too direct; a mistress meant prostitution.

"Have you thought this through, Min Xiaoying? You'd better not regret it. Don't be fooled by my constant introductions to this and that; I really don't want you to end up like me. Most of those high-ranking officials and big businessmen are just playing around. Very few will actually turn you into their mistress. Even if they do, countless other sluts will be vying for your attention, and you won't stand a chance." Miao Miao said seriously for the first time.

"But I really need money." Yes, it had been more than half a year since graduation, including my internship, and I was already desperate after searching for a job for over six months.

"Okay, make as much money as you can while you're pretty. Yesterday I met a guy named Xin, who knows a lot of bosses and government officials. These people all keep mistresses. I'll have him find you a reliable one. If you're suitable, I can give you a hundred or two thousand, no problem. Besides, you're still a virgin. You... if you're willing, you can go to Wuhan University and find a handsome guy to deflower you."

I nodded, then shook my head. I hadn't thought about finding any handsome guy. Maybe my virginity could fetch a good price. Since I wanted to take this step, why should I care if I was a virgin or not? Besides, the man I liked was nowhere to be found. I hadn't seen him since graduating from high school.

Actually, Miao Miao was now a high-class prostitute, but she didn't care. What mistress? It was just someone paying for our bodies. Although this matter seemed sudden, I had been thinking about it for a long time. My brother's matter was just a trigger.

II. The first night

passed uneventfully. That evening, Miao Miao went out again, but she didn't return the next day. It wasn't until the third day that I received a call from her, telling me to come to the school gate and say someone was picking me up. I knew what I was going to do, so I quickly washed up, changed into new underwear, put on a t-shirt and a blue skirt, and went out.

It was a Cayenne. I sat in the back seat, clutching my skirt with both hands. I was very nervous. The luxury car drove towards the suburbs, past the Han River. We could see the Han River from our dormitory. There was a villa area on the north side of the Han River. The car entered a villa area called Hanshui Huating and stopped next to a very large villa.

"Get out of the car, come with me," the driver said casually. The

driver and I entered the villa. The villa was very large, with a yard full of precious flowers and plants, as well as some large trees whose names I didn't know. The interior of the villa was even more luxuriously decorated. I believe that any piece of furniture here would be enough for my younger brother's wedding.

We went up to the second floor and found Miao Miao in a large room. It was a huge bedroom, ridiculously large, with a snow-white carpet covering the entire room. To the right of the room was a large bed, at least three or four meters long and wide, covered with a snow-white sheet made of some kind of fur.

On the bed lay a naked man and woman, making love. The woman was slender yet incredibly voluptuous, with snow-white skin, short hair, and eyes full of passion—this was Miao Miao. The man was tall, with a crew cut and a scar on his face, and was thrusting into Miao Miao's lower body with all his might.

To the left of the bed was a large wooden table, with two people sitting opposite each other: one slightly overweight and bald, the other with a long face and a large chin, both naked, playing chess. Inside the wooden table was a huge bathtub, or rather, a bathing pool. The walls of the pool were inlaid with pale green jade, reflecting the clear water, giving it a crystal-clear appearance. It is said that Yang Guifei used such a jade bathtub to bathe in. It's good to be rich.

As I entered, all four of them looked over. Miao Miao blushed and turned her face away. The man on top of her glanced at me but continued thrusting, finally letting out a loud roar, clearly having reached orgasm.

By this time, the driver had already gone downstairs, leaving only the five of us in the room. The man on the bed got off and walked towards me naked. His large, dark penis was limp, but still incredibly large. Although I had never seen a man's penis in person, I had certainly seen plenty in the pornographic films Miao Miao had shown me. I lowered my head, clutching the hem of my skirt, remaining motionless and silent. I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

The man approached me, cupped my chin with his right hand, looked me up and down, then at my chest, buttocks, and thighs. He didn't touch anywhere else. "I heard from Xiao Miao that you urgently need money." "

Yes."

"One hundred thousand. We'll split any future profits according to the rules, but from now on you're a member of our club. You can only leave when I say so."

"..." I didn't answer, just stood there blankly, my gaze constantly drifting downwards. I didn't know why—maybe fear, maybe shame, maybe joy—but I knew my path of no return had begun.

At that moment, the two men playing chess also came over. The bald man directly reached his hand inside my skirt, stroked my inner thigh, then sniffed around me and nodded.

"Not bad, girl. You still have that virgin scent. Haha, although Third Brother said 100,000, I'll give you more if you behave well. Here's the money, so you don't have to worry about anything." The bald man said, taking out a bundle of money from a bag by the door. It wasn't bundles of 10,000 each, but ten 10,000s tied together with a rope. I'd only ever seen money like this in banks, but I'd never touched money packaged like this before. He handed the money to me directly. It was heavy. The bald man smiled and went back to the big table to continue playing chess with the horse-faced man.

I sat down on a nearby bench, my hands trembling as I stuffed the money into my leather bag, which cost a dozen or so yuan. I tried to calm myself down. One hundred thousand yuan—I'd never handled so much money in my life. Just then, Miao Miao came over, wearing only a bath towel.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

"I'm fine, thank you. I should be thanking you for the money," I said with a smile.

"Let's go get some food. Hua said he'll have you pay for Big Brother and the others tonight," Miao Miao said.

The food here was quite fancy, with both Chinese and Western chefs to serve you. I ordered foie gras with red wine and a steak. It was the first time I'd ever had both dishes, so I enjoyed it very much.

Time flew by. My first man was that bald guy. He didn't have a name; everyone here called him Big Brother, the horse-faced man was Second Brother, and Hua was Third Brother.

It was the same room where Hua Ge and Miao Miao had slept together, the same big bed, but this time I was the one lying on it. The bald man handed me a bottle of drink: "Drink this. You're a virgin, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it. It's aphrodisiac."

My face flushed, but I still drank the whole bottle. It tasted like Red Bull. Then the bald man pushed me down onto the bed, while the other two men got into the bathtub and started soaking. Miao Miao was scrubbing their backs. I couldn't accept having sex under other people's gaze, but I had to.

Is this what a prostitute's life is like? I closed my eyes. Since I'd already sold myself for money, why bother with all this? The man slowly unbuttoned my shirt, took off my skirt, and then my bra, sticking out his tongue.

"Mmm," I groaned. It was so itchy. The feeling of having my breasts in his mouth was enough to drive any woman wild. I writhed, and his other hand caressed my other breast. The sensation was incredible. I felt the aphrodisiac taking effect; my breasts grew larger and became firmer.

He licked my entire body with his tongue, then down there. It was so wet, already very wet, but he didn't care and kept licking relentlessly. I felt like I was on fire, groaning desperately. It felt like being drunk—knowing what was happening but unable to control my body.

He spread my legs, and his large, dark thing was aimed at my genitals. It was huge and thick.

"Sss!" I flinched, clearly feeling that warm, big thing enter my body. It hurt, but I didn't scream. He kissed my neck and ears, then began thrusting wildly. I felt that dark thing almost penetrate my abdomen, and I made soft, moaning sounds.

My vagina was warm inside, and I could clearly feel something huge thrusting in and out. I desperately tried to respond, holding him tightly, and he held me just as tightly. I could barely breathe, but I liked it. I changed positions a few more times as he asked. I was clumsy, but he said that's how virgins are, and they need to be trained slowly. He said that sex is just a man trying his best to ravage a woman's body.

I felt a heat inside my vagina, and a thick liquid entered my body. He ejaculated, and I orgasmed too. My vagina contracted, my uterus spasmed. It was the first time someone had penetrated me, the first time someone had ejaculated on me. It was really different. Because of the aphrodisiac, I didn't feel any pain, but rather an inexplicable pleasure.

Then the second man came on top. He wasn't as gentle as the bald man. He grabbed my head and shoved his huge penis into my mouth. It was big, it tasted fishy, and it was hard to breathe.

That huge penis almost shoved deep into my throat; I felt it was about to reach my stomach. It smelled fishy and stinky, and I wanted to vomit, but instinctively I opened my mouth wide, letting him go in even deeper. He thrust in and out without any tenderness. I just gagged, trying to wrap my tongue around that enormous penis to prevent it from going in so deep, but that big thing still went in that deep. I let out muffled moans and heavy breathing from deep in my throat.

I was indeed a slut, just that I hadn't had the chance to be wanton before. I desperately twisted my hips, making a sound like a bitch. Hua Ge came over too, and he inserted it into my anus. It was an intense feeling of defecating. Horse Face's two testicles kept hitting my jaw with their constant throbbing, and my saliva kept flowing down their testicles onto the bed.

Finally, a stenchy liquid entered deep into my throat, and I swallowed it all without resistance. I didn't vomit, but I did vomit a few mouthfuls of Horse Face's pubic hair.

I'm so tired this night, I feel like I'm about to collapse. It turns out I've wasted the past twenty-odd years. This is what a woman is like, even though I'm a prostitute now. These three are my first clients, and also my bosses.

III. The Life of a Prostitute

South of the Han River, by the Moshui Lake, beside Hanyang Avenue, this is a wealthy area, also a high-end club district. Every night, luxury cars come and go in these upscale clubs, carrying high-ranking officials, tycoons, or ruthless figures, embracing alluring girls and riding them.

In short, this is no ordinary red-light district. Summer 2012 in Wuhan was hot, but the Moshui Lake area was even hotter. Each upscale club made over a million yuan every night, and all the clubs with "Hua" in their names belonged to Brother Hua.

Miao Miao and I were assigned to Huayuelou, which is located on the north side of Moshui Lake, in a fairly good location. The manager of Huayuelou is a woman in her early thirties, whom we all call Sister Yue. Sister Yue is said to have been having an affair with Brother Hua since she was a teenager. She is a very feminine woman who always wears her hair up in a bun and various cheongsams. She is very serious about her work and even personally demonstrates sex techniques to new prostitutes. Therefore, Huayuelou is considered the most famous club on the shore of Moshui Lake.

On my third day at the club, I only had one client. Sister Yue was looking after me, saying I was new and had just lost my virginity, so I needed to familiarize myself with the place. She said one client every two days would be enough. Bored, I leaned back on the sofa in the lobby and looked at my training notes. These were Sister Yue's training materials, which included the distribution of all the neurons in a man's body and

detailed instructions on stimulating various parts of a man's body with the tongue, lips, fingers, breasts, and buttocks. Of course, very few men would enjoy this full service. Either the prostitutes omitted some details, or the men were impatient and wouldn't wait for you to finish. But according to Sister Yue, skills are never a burden, and the more you learn, the more useful it will be.

There were very few people at the club, but those who were there were all big shots. A chubby guy walked in with four bodyguards. I frowned. The girls at the club called him "Sesame Ball" because he was not only fat but also had a face and body covered in freckles. But this Sesame Ball was very rich; it was said he had connections with high-ranking officials in the city. He made his fortune early on by contracting manhole covers in the city center, and now he was involved in real estate.

"Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue, is there anyone new here? Introduce me," Sesame Ball swaggered in and sat down at the bar at the front of the hall, calling out. The bartender quickly made him a drink, which he downed in one gulp.

I cursed my bad luck inwardly. Everyone was busy today, and I was the only one in the hall. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go up to him: "Hello, are you President Xie? Sister Yue mentioned you a while ago. What brings you here today?" I awkwardly began.

"Hey, new here, never seen you before, what's your name?" Seeing me sit down next to him, he immediately touched my chest. I initially flinched reflexively, but ultimately let him do as he pleased. After all, everyone here is a VIP; without a card, you probably couldn't even get through the main entrance.

"Xiao Ying." I frowned. He slipped his hand inside my clothes from my collar, kneading it forcefully. I clung tightly to him, trying to appear professional.

"Xiao Ying, hehe, not bad. Want something to drink?" Ma Tuan said, downing two more drinks.

I shook my head.

"Upstairs," Ma Tuan said, pulling me upstairs.

His usual private room was 303 on the third floor. I helped him undress, filled the tub, and then we took a bath together. I put my head under the tub and gave him a blowjob. He screamed and yelled, and I choked on some water, but there was nothing I could do. That's the job; he paid so much, so he had to provide services that weren't available elsewhere.

I then used my breasts to rub his back, and then it was time for the bedroom. After some foreplay, which I led, I took out a condom.

"You really are new here, damn it. I never sleep with your cunts when I hire prostitutes. What if you ruin my precious thing? You say you're a student who just started out? Who would believe that? Use your mouth." Ma Tuan kicked me in the left breast, sending me sprawling to the ground. I felt my breathing suddenly become difficult, and my vision went black; I almost fainted.

Tears streamed down my face. I endured the excruciating pain and finally managed to climb onto the bed, taking his penis into my mouth. Fatty's penis was always small, but his was even smaller; I took his testicles in too.

He ejaculated four times that night, and I ate all the semen. It was the club's rule: even during sex, guests couldn't wipe their semen with toilet paper; they had to lick it clean with their tongues. The night felt incredibly long; I didn't fall asleep until almost dawn. When I woke up, the sesame ball was gone, and sitting next to me was Miao Miao, who had returned sometime earlier.

"Are you alright?" she asked, looking at my slightly bluish chest.

I chuckled. "It's nothing. Getting kicked once means I'll get ten thousand yuan. What's there to be afraid of?" I stood up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I brushed four times, then took a shower. I felt waves of nausea, and finally, I threw up. My first client was Sister Yue's friend. She was very gentle with me, and we only did it once that night. Actually, she wasn't really a client, just a

friend who came to support our business. I turned the water up hotter, letting it wash my skin until it turned red, as if that would make me more awake and remind me that this was the real beginning. Our price was eighteen thousand yuan a night. The club charged eight thousand, so we got ten thousand. When that guy left, they charged me an extra ten thousand, saying it was for that kick, which I naturally accepted.

I remember the first time I emptied the chamber pot as a child, I threw up everywhere, but I got used to it and didn't care anymore. It was the same with male clients. I slowly began to adapt to this life, one client a day, or two a day, laughing and joking, being two-faced. Humans are like that; they adapt quickly and learn fast. Soon, I became someone I didn't even recognize.

Gradually, Miao Miao and I became two of the most famous courtesans at Huayuelou. She went for the alluring and sexy route, while I took the quiet and reserved route, and we were doing quite well.

Winter came in the blink of an eye, and the day before yesterday, it even snowed for the first time ever. Because the air conditioning wasn't turned up very high, I caught a cold and took the opportunity to go back to attend my younger brother's wedding. My brother finally got married, and Minjiaping hadn't been this lively in a long time. I hired the best emcee and videographer. My sister-in-law is also very nice; she graduated from a teachers' college and is now a primary school teacher. I helped my brother buy a house and a Great Wall H6. Although they weren't very expensive, they were beyond everyone's imagination in this small mountain village.

"Old Liu's daughter is amazing! I heard she works for a foreigner."

"What? That's called a foreign company, a foreign enterprise."

"..."

I just smiled faintly. I didn't speak at the wedding. I was still wearing Miao Miao's Armani business suit, and carrying the old LV business handbag that Sister Yue borrowed from her, which she didn't like to carry anymore.

I left Minjiaping the day after the wedding, saying I had a business trip and might not be back for New Year's Day. An official in charge of roads and bridges wanted me to accompany him to Malaysia. Because I was pretty convincing as an intellectual, I occasionally went out with some high-ranking officials. Miao Miao would always tease me about it, though she was just envious.

Miao Miao still loved gambling and would occasionally borrow money from me. I tried to save as much as possible; after all, I couldn't be a prostitute forever. I planned to retire with a few hundred thousand yuan, do some business, or maybe go to university on my own and become a real white-collar worker.

Having entered this industry, I learned many of its legends. Some prostitutes became mothers, like Sister Yue, who basically didn't take any clients, only interviewing good university graduates. In her words, even if you didn't learn anything at university, it would cultivate your university temperament and pride. So, in our club, the minimum qualification was a college diploma.

Some prostitutes invest directly in small businesses. The most direct example is the shops in Wuhan's Benshe Mall, which were supposedly bought by prostitutes who went south years ago. Now they're incredibly popular; even a tiny shop can fetch hundreds of thousands in rent a year.

New Year's Day in Malaysia isn't as festive as it is back home. But since I've taken their money and don't have to sleep with them every day, it's naturally good. However, I can't feel happy because I always feel that something is going to happen. So, right after New Year's Day, I refused the high-ranking official's offer to stay a few more days and flew back to Wuhan. When I arrived in Wuhan, I knew I was right: Miao Miao was dead.

I went to the scene. It was an abandoned lotus field. She had been stuffed into a sack and placed in an ice hole. A group of local children had found her. Because she was found early and the weather was cold, the body hadn't swelled or decomposed. She was still so beautiful, her small mouth slightly open, her tongue sticking out long. The blood flowing from her nose and mouth had turned dark brown.

Her eyes were half-closed, as if she were asleep. Her limbs had been chopped off, revealing white bones. Her breast had been removed, the ends filled with yellow fat. Her neck had been cut open, leaving only a tiny connection. Her abdominal cavity had been ripped open from her genitals all the way to her heart. Her internal organs were stuffed into a black garbage bag, frozen solid.

This lotus field, due to its location, had become a prime spot for dumping corpses. Every year, female corpses were dumped here, and 99% of them were prostitutes. But this time, the one dumped here was Miao Miao, who had previously made scathing comments about this place. Miao Miao had once mocked those low-class prostitutes, saying they were paired with vagrants and therefore dangerous, easily robbed when they went out. But now…

I cried. The police investigation concluded that Miao Miao was tortured and murdered because of gambling debts. With the New Year approaching, they still hadn't found the killer, so we had to cremate her. I sent her ashes back to her hometown in Dengfeng. The first thing her mother said upon seeing the ashes was that she didn't have a daughter. Her family was very poor and dilapidated; I saw only half a bag of flour in the house. Her father suffered from Alzheimer's; when I came in, he was just drooling on the heated brick bed.

Miao Miao was buried in a poplar grove not far from her family's backyard. Her mother kept cursing her, using the most offensive language imaginable. Miao Miao never returned after graduating from junior high school because her father had raped her during that time.

I went into the house first and then heard her mother's heart-wrenching cries in the poplar grove. Lunch was egg noodles; her father ate a lot, but her mother didn't. I only ate half a bowl. When I left, I threw 100,000 yuan at Miao Miao's mother, saying it was Miao Miao's savings.

Then I transferred another 300,000 yuan from my remaining savings to my younger brother. I realized that a prostitute's life is full of uncertainties, even for prostitutes in high-end clubs. The reason is simple: no prostitute will use her real personal information when she comes out. So, when they disappear, they won't leave much real information. No one will care about them. They will evaporate slowly like a drop of water and be forgotten.

IV. The Bloodshed Behind Money

I quickly returned to Wuhan. There was still no news from the police. There was only a loan shark named Chen Pi who was closely related to Miao Miao's death. However, Chen Pi had already left the country before the incident, going to Vietnam. Moreover, Chen Pi was not his real name, so there was no way to find him.

I continued to take customers, Sister Yue continued to train new people, Brother Hua would come occasionally, but the eldest and second eldest brothers never came.

Because of Miao Miao's departure, many of her high-rollers started contacting me. I also became more selective, choosing to take on better clients. My clientele gradually became more stable; I no longer take on people like Ma Tuan. My income slowly increased. When Chinese New Year arrived, I didn't go home. Most of the women had a reunion dinner and then went back to their hometowns.

Only Yue Jie, a girl from Sichuan, and I were in the club. Yue Jie had drunk a bit too much today, so I helped her into the room. "You've found out something about Miao Miao's situation lately, haven't you?" Yue Jie asked, looking at me.

I nodded.

Sister Yue chuckled, "You're the one who saves the most money here, so don't investigate this anymore. Work for another year and then leave. Go do whatever you need to do. I'll talk to Brother Hua for you."

I helped Sister Yue take off her clothes. "Sister Yue, did you find out something? I just heard from Hui that Miao Miao's death might be related to the people at the Hanyang Club."

"Min Xiaoying, I'm telling you again, don't investigate anymore. You're just a nobody. Don't end up like that silly girl Miao Miao, being chopped into pieces and thrown into a lotus pond." Sister Yue pushed me and said. I remained silent, just helped her to bed and covered her with a blanket.

Yes, Hui-zai was the driver who picked me up and took me to Brother Hua's villa. Since he's always with Brother Hua, he naturally knows a lot. Miao Miao's situation is very likely related to the people at the Hanyang Club. The Hanyang Club has always been Brother Hua's competitor, and the two often clash over a good prostitute. The logic is simple:

their clients are big shots from Wuhan and even other cities, whom they can't easily influence. Since the facilities and services are similar, they naturally focus on the prostitutes. Miao Miao is considered the top prostitute at Brother Hua's club, and she's also a gambler. They've tried to recruit her several times, but she's refused. This makes her an easy target for revenge.

I quietly nestled on the sofa watching TV, "Empresses in the Palace," Miao Miao's favorite drama, which I don't particularly like. I started watching it from the beginning today and found it quite good. I've decided not to investigate Miao Miao's situation anymore. Yes, I'm just an ordinary prostitute; getting involved in this kind of thing will only lead to a terrible end. I should focus on making money and get out of this troublesome place as soon as possible.

Gambling, prostitution, and drugs are three inseparable violent industries, and where there is profit, there is conflict. Miao Miao's death was just the beginning. After the Lantern Festival, the Sichuan girl who was on duty with us during the New Year was stabbed to death while eating rice noodles not far from the club. The murderer was very professional; with just one stab and one flick, her stomach was ripped open, and her intestines were everywhere, flowing to my feet, into the broken bowl, and into the rice noodles scattered all over the ground. Last time, Miao Miao's internal organs were in a black bag, and I only knew that it was a large lump.

Today, I finally saw fresh internal organs. The large intestine was green with yellow fat on top, shiny and oily, and the small intestine was pink. The Sichuan girl tried hard to put the intestines back, but in the end, she just lay there motionless. I was so scared that I collapsed there, thinking that I would be disemboweled soon, but no, the person ran away.

The people from the club rushed out, and I was taken back. I rested for a week before I could go back to work. I wasn't scared when Miao Miao died because I only saw the corpse. But when the Sichuan girl died, I was terrified. I kept dreaming that someone would slash my stomach open, my intestines spilling out everywhere, everyone laughing, even my penis was squirm next to me. I wanted to pull my intestines back in, but I couldn't.

Soon after, two thugs from the Hanyang club were also killed for some reason. One of the Hanyang club prostitutes was thrown from the 18th floor, and another Hanyang club prostitute was skinned alive and hung on a poplar tree on the outskirts of Hanyang.

My sisters and I were basically afraid to leave the club. Some of my sisters even quit. I didn't leave, not for any other reason, but because I recently applied for jobs at several legitimate office companies and found that I couldn't do anything else besides being a prostitute, and I couldn't fit into the office environment. It turned out Miao Miao was right; it's hard to turn back now.

Not far from Huayue Tower are Tianhua Casino and Hanyang Casino. Recently, fights and brawls have been happening daily in the area. However, despite the bloodshed between the two establishments, the big shots seeking pleasure continue to gamble and visit prostitutes as usual; the bloodshed between these establishments is naturally irrelevant to them.

Fifth, the sisters at Guisu Club, though afraid to go out, still occasionally need to go out. I continue working as a high-class prostitute, but recently I've received some threats from Hanyang Club. I haven't cared; besides sending most of my savings to my younger brother every month, I keep taking clients.

Until I received a USB drive. It was sent by someone via SF Express. At first, I thought it was a small item I ordered online, but then I realized it wasn't. It was a USB drive containing a long video recording the final moments of my best friend from university, Miao Miao.

In the video, Miao Miao was taken to what appeared to be an abandoned factory. She knelt on the ground, blindfolded, her body trembling uncontrollably. She was completely naked, and six men stood beside her. One of them asked her if she regretted it, and Miao Miao nodded. I saw tears streaming down her face through the blindfold. Her body was covered in bruises, clearly indicating inhuman torture.

Four men pressed her face up to the ground, holding down her limbs. She didn't resist. The man who had started questioning her then took out a long axe. The axe fell, striking Miao Miao's right inner thigh with a dull thud. Miao Miao and I screamed simultaneously. This kind of bloody torture could only have happened in ancient times.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and Miao Miao let out inhuman screams. Finally, her thigh was completely severed, then her left leg, then her right leg, and finally her two arms. The man wielding the axe easily chopped off Miao Miao's limbs. Miao Miao fainted when her left leg was severed, but her body was still twitching slightly. Yes, she had become a human stump, and those men raped her again.

The man dug off Miao Miao's breasts, which she was so proud of. Finally, he plunged a knife into her perineum. The video was very clear; I could even see Miao Miao's slightly darkened labia majora, which she said was a sign of strong libido. But today, a rude man stabbed a long knife into there, and blood mixed with urine gushed out. The man raised the long knife, blade upwards, and ripped open Miao Miao's abdomen. The warehouse was obviously very cold, and Miao Miao's blood and internal organs were steaming.

Someone put her internal organs into a black bag. Her intestines were so fat, like a pig during the Lunar New Year, except her fat was yellow. Someone brought a burlap sack and stuffed Miao Miao's limbs and internal organs into it, then her torso. But Miao Miao's head couldn't fit. Finally, the man slowly cut open her neck with a knife, then put her head on her back before sealing the burlap sack.

"You saw it too?" I didn't know when Sister Yue had come in, holding a USB drive just like mine. I realized I was covered in sweat.

I hugged Sister Yue tightly. "Sister, she...she died so tragically. They could have given her a quick death, why?" Sister Yue patted my shoulder and smiled. "We're just sex workers. In this complex world of money, we're nothing more than small fry who no one would care even if we died. That kind of torture is just to hide certain people's desires, like SM. The more pain a woman suffers, the more excited the man becomes, and the ultimate result of this pain is torture."

"I don't want to do it anymore, Sister Yue, I'm so scared." I was really scared. I didn't want to be dismembered alive, or have my internal organs ripped out.

"Then let's go."

I hesitated. "But...but Brother Hua..."

Sister Yue smiled. "It's okay, let's go tomorrow."

I nodded.

I took the train back to my hometown the next day, and then spent less than 300,000 yuan to set up a farmhouse inn in Minjiaping. Life suddenly seemed to change. Before I knew it, winter had passed and spring had come. Hua Ge really didn't pursue the matter with me. I slowly returned to a normal life.

Summer arrived quickly, and I started taking several tour groups or backpackers for barbecues. Thanks to the help of a junior high school classmate, business was pretty good. In the first month, I actually had sixteen tour groups. With the addition of selling some pork and fish from the mountains, I actually earned over 60,000 yuan.

This junior high school classmate was also my first boyfriend, named Wang Qisheng. He was a very nice person and worked at a travel agency. I usually stayed in the courtyard of a farmhouse. There were a dozen or so rooms in total. I liked the rooms on the east side. Next to the rooms was an open-air bathhouse without a roof. I liked to lie in the large bathtub inside and look at the stars. Although the bathtub wasn't inlaid with jade, I still liked it very much. After dating Wang Qisheng for a month, he slept with me in that huge bathtub.

This was my first time with the person I love, and it felt very different. He was very kind and didn't care about my past. We decided to get married in October, and I was very happy. I would occasionally call Sister Yue, and she said she was doing well. But after calling for more than two months, she said that since I had left early and her profession was special, I shouldn't call her anymore. I thought about it and agreed, thanked her profusely again, and didn't call her again. But I thought I would still let her know when we got married.

On the day of the Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day), we invited a lot of classmates from junior high, high school, and even elementary school to have a barbecue. Everyone drank from the afternoon until the evening. I had drunk a bit too much and was about to take a shower because everyone said they would party until dawn. But when I closed the bathroom door, I saw someone who surprised me greatly.

"Brother Hua, you, what are you doing here?" I smiled awkwardly and tried to open the door to go out because I saw Brother Hua lying naked in my big bathtub. But as soon as I took a step back, two people grabbed me.

"It's nothing, just a gift for your wedding." At that moment, someone brought over a large storage box. I then realized that the person holding the box and the two people holding me were actually the two workers I had just hired and a barbecue chef.

The chef placed the box in front of me and opened it.

"Sister Yue." "Waaah!"

I tried to shout, but one person had already gagged me, while the other reached under my skirt and slowly pulled down my underwear, finally silencing me with the sweaty, pungent smell of the underwear.

I cried again, because inside the box was Sister Yue. She had also been disemboweled, her limbs amputated, much like Miao Miao's death. Her breasts had also been cut off, but her facial expression wasn't one of pain; she even wore a forced smile.

"Xiaoyue knows too much, and she used these things to threaten me, to stop me from causing you trouble. If that were all, it would be fine, but she actually reported me to the police. I hate people who betray me the most, so I slowly, slowly cut her into pieces. After you've seen it, I'll feed this bitch to the dogs."

Hua Ge stood up, gritting his teeth as he spoke, grabbing Yue Jie's breasts and kneading them forcefully. Blood flowed down into Yue Jie's cut vulva. The incision was very clean; the vagina was completely split open, the labia, pubic hair, and pubic bone all separated in the middle. The menstrual labia were very small and dark brown. But when the man she had followed since her teens used a knife to cut that place open, I really didn't know what Yue Jie was thinking.

Looking at Yue Jie's neatly arranged body in the storage box, I didn't cry but tried to open my mouth.

"You want to talk, right? You'd better not shout, or a lot of people will die." Someone removed the underwear from my mouth.

"Why? She's been with you since she was a teenager. You didn't want to marry her, fine, but why kill her?"

"Hmph, she's gone down this path and doesn't even recognize her own mother anymore. What love? She brought this on herself. Let me tell you, the Wuhan police have started thoroughly investigating clubs like ours. That idiot from the Hanyang club went in yesterday, and he'll probably get shot sooner or later. As for my club, hehe, because of my older brothers, it'll be fine. You know too much and you left my club, so you have to die today."

I saw the chef pull out a sharp knife. It was the knife they used to slaughter the sheep that morning; it still had sheep's blood and wool on it. I knew what they were going to do next. I trembled all over, but I didn't scream. I knew Hua Ge's background; he really had the ability to kill everyone who knew about this.

I closed my eyes in despair. The people holding me carried me into a large bathtub. I knelt down and was stripped naked. Suddenly, I felt like a little sow, about to be slaughtered and eaten. Perhaps I was just a little sow, destined to be stabbed and eaten.

I even fantasized about them cutting me into pieces like an animal and roasting me, then sharing me with my beloved Wang Qisheng and my middle and high school classmates.

Hua Ge injected me with ice in my groin area, and I quickly became aroused. The chef inserted two fingers into my lower body and kneaded them incessantly, and I had an orgasm. But an even greater orgasm was yet to come. The chef took out a half-foot-long sharp knife, the butcher's knife.

Hua Ge covered my mouth and held my head in place. I closed my eyes even tighter; I knew what was about to happen.

The chef stroked my abdomen and then pressed the knife against my lower abdomen. My lower abdomen contracted, and my heart pounded.

"Sss!" The sound was faint. I felt a chill in my lower abdomen. I knew the knife had pierced my abdomen, just above my pubic hair. I looked down and saw that half the knife was inside. Then came the excruciating pain.

"Ahhhhh!" I screamed in pain, but because the barbecue outside was so loud, no one could hear my final scream as someone covered my mouth and nose.

"Swish!" The knife sliced directly into my heart.

My abdomen felt light. I felt something flow out onto the ground, a strong smell of internal organs.

"This is what it feels like to be killed."

A large hole was cut in my stomach. The contrast between my snow-white skin and the bright red wound was stark. My navel was cut in half. Wang Qisheng loved my navel the most. The chef reached into my stomach, grabbed my large intestine and fat, and pulled it out.

"Ugh!" I vomited. There was food, there was blood. Tears streamed down my face, not from sadness, but from sheer agony. This pain was indescribable. To have one's stomach ripped open and internal organs removed—only the dying person could understand how blissful a painful death could be. The blade moved slowly and skillfully.

The chef slowly and expertly severed the connection between the internal organs and the abdominal cavity. He then cut open the pubic area, scooped out the uterus, and I saw my vaginal opening, still perfectly red. My labia were like a half-open mouth, half-closed, but blood was already flowing from there, and I had been separated from my owner's body, becoming a plaything in someone else's hands.

Then came the removal of my breasts. It hurt, but it didn't feel as painful as the abdominal dissection, because I was about to die. The groin was slicing open, my legs were being cut off, my arms were being cut off, and my body was slowly being dismembered.

The skin was peeled off, and the yellowish-orange fat, along with the muscle, was cut into fist-sized pieces. The internal organs were slowly washed, cut into sections, skewered with steel skewers, and then taken to the courtyard to be grilled. Puffs of smoke rose, and yellow grease dripped onto the grill, sizzling loudly.

The classmates and he ate and sang happily, but their voices grew fainter and fainter, fading into the distance.

The head of a high-class prostitute was severed; Hua Ge used her for one last oral sex act. The large bathtub was filled with blood and bits of flesh. Someone drained the tub, washing it clean, leaving no trace. Min Xiaoying's disappearance caused a stir in Minjiaping for less than a week, because someone said she had become a prostitute and abandoned Wang Qisheng.

Wang Qisheng got married in November, but the bride wasn't the high-class prostitute Min Xiaoying. The last part of Min Xiaoying's body also ended up in a storage box, becoming food for Hua Ge's Tibetan Mastiff along with her beloved Sister Yue. A new female manager arrived at Hua Yue Lou. She was very capable and, like Sister Yue, selected newly graduated college students, using both soft and hard tactics. She was also selected by Sister Yue. At that time, she and another girl from her class were tricked into going to Wuhan. In a luxurious Mercedes-Benz, Sister Yue asked them if they wanted to do it.

Her classmate refused, so she was pushed off the bus and run over by six cars that couldn't avoid her in time. Her face was disfigured and her flesh was mangled. In the end, she stayed and slowly became the top hostess at Huayue Club, slowly became the older sister, and slowly embarked on a path of no return.

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