[Urban Life] Chapter of the Siku Quanshu (Complete Library of the Four Treasuries) - 31-33

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39. Modern Sex Demon Story: Yang Jie - The Rape Trap -

Chapter 1: The Rape Demon's Plan

"The High Court today ruled that Liu Shiyang, former managing director of the listed company Jincheng Development, was guilty of three counts of bribery and embezzlement and sentenced to six months in prison..." As soon as the news aired, Jincheng's stock price immediately plummeted by five points. Mi Jian happily propped his feet up on the executive desk. Under his control, Fengling Group's biggest rival—Jincheng Development—was in an unprecedented predicament. Liu Shiyang was in prison, and his wife… A beautiful young woman's image flashed in Mi Jian's mind—Yang Jie.

Mi Jian, Yang Jie, and Liu Shiyang were actually university classmates, and the three were originally very close. However, after Mi Jian's girlfriend immigrated, he fell madly in love with Yang Jie, who was already Liu's fiancée. Mi Jian's relentless pursuit failed, and watching Yang Jie don her wedding dress and become Mrs. Liu filled him with hatred. Furthermore, the two families, originally close friends, gradually drifted apart due to business competition. Mr. Mi had ruthlessly defeated the Liu family in the business world. Mi Jian, in turn, harbored wicked thoughts, wanting to possess Yang Jie. Now, the opportunity had arrived. He picked up the phone and dialed Yang Jie's number. Yang Jie's anxious and helpless voice came through the receiver…

Yang Jie was indeed lost and helpless. Her husband was convicted, the company's situation had deteriorated rapidly, and her father-in-law had suffered a stroke and been hospitalized. Now, creditors were piling up at her door, and she spent every day exhausted. Hearing Mi Jian's voice, she felt a glimmer of hope. When Mi Jian directly proposed a loan to tide them over, Yang Jie hesitated. She knew that such a short-term loan was extremely risky at the moment; if she couldn't repay it, the family business would fall into the hands of others.

But seeing her father-in-law so desperate for the company, she couldn't bear it, so she signed a 12 million yuan agreement with Mi Jian in her own name.

Mi Jian didn't sign the agreement himself. But when he saw Yang Jie's delicate signature on the contract, he understood that this beautiful Yang Jie was walking step by step into the trap he had laid. He held Yang Jie's photo and masturbated under the light...

Chapter Two: The Carefully Planned Trap

. A month passed in the blink of an eye.

The deadline for loan repayment was drawing ever closer, and the company's financial situation remained dire. The entire Liu family was filled with worry. Yang Jie didn't want to see her elderly in-laws having to beg for help everywhere. For her husband's sake, she decided to go to Mi Jian one more time, begging him for another extension. She had a feeling that Mi Jian would agree, after all, he had pursued her so passionately.

When his secretary relayed Yang Jie's call, Mi Jian was signing documents behind his executive desk. He picked up the receiver, and a familiar, gentle voice came through: "Hello, Jian, this is Yang Jie."

"Jessica, hello, what's up? What can I do for you?"

"I want to talk to you about that loan. When are you free?"

"I'm sorry, Jessica, I have a big project on my plate right now, and I really can't get away."

"Michael, I won't take up too much of your time."

"Alright then, I'm not so busy on Monday night, Monday it is. 10 PM, the top floor of the Regal King Kong Hotel by the sea, I'll be waiting for you."

"Thank you, Michael."

Hanging up the phone, a cruel smile appeared on Mi Jian's lips.

"Yang Jie, oh Yang Jie, I swore I would have your body. I've waited three years for this day, and you'll finally fall into my grasp..."

With a forceful pull of his right hand, a pencil snapped in two. He had laid a trap, waiting for Yang Jie to walk right into his trap.

In the blink of an eye, a week had slipped through her fingers. After dinner, Yang Jie sent her fourth sister home, then helped her in-laws take their medicine and put them to bed. She returned to her room, changed into a light blue floral sundress, layered with a white openwork long-sleeved cardigan, put on white high-heeled sandals, tidied her long black hair, grabbed a small white handbag, and went out. Not wanting to disturb her family, she didn't drive herself but hailed a taxi. October

was nearing the end of autumn, the sky was high and clear, a bright moon hung high in the sky, but the night wind already carried a chill, and Yang Jie unconsciously tightened her sweater. Looking at the brightly lit streets and bustling traffic, she felt a pang of worry. What if Mi Jian refused to grant her leniency? The company would definitely sue her, a devastating blow to her in-laws and her husband in prison. She slightly furrowed her brow. Before she knew it, the imposing tycoon, King Kong, arrived. This was the Mi family's ancestral business, now managed by Mi Jian, so Yang Jie wasn't surprised that Mi Jian had invited her here. She entered the lobby, and a waiter immediately greeted her, leading her to the executive elevator. The top floor was actually a presidential suite. Yang Jie walked to the deep red door, calmed her nervousness, and rang the doorbell.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong," the melodious bell rang, and Mi Jian emerged from the bathroom, donning a bathrobe and drying his wet hair with a towel. He opened the door, and standing before him stood a beautiful woman, none other than Yang Jie, whom he had long admired.

She still had her long, flowing hair, a light blue dress, a white lace sweater, and white high-heeled sandals that revealed her delicate, shapely feet. She exuded an ethereal aura. He was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered and ushered Yang Jie into the house.

"You look beautiful today, Jessica." Yang Jie hadn't heard a man praise her like this in a long time. Three years after her marriage, she rarely appeared in public, preferring to stay home and care for her in-laws. But she remained proud of her body. Every time she bathed, she would stand before the large full-length mirror, admiring her still-perfect reflection: her smooth, black hair, her fair and delicate skin, her high, firm breasts, her flat, smooth abdomen, her slender, alluring waist, her full, soft hips, and her long, shapely legs—even beauty pageant contestants couldn't compare. This often made her revel in self-admiration. It was a pity her husband was busy with business and neglected his beautiful wife.

Hearing Mi Jian's praise today, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Mi Jian invited Yang Jie to sit on the leather sofa by the window in the living room. His eyes were already fixed on the beautiful, shy, and stunningly beautiful young woman before him—the woman he had once been infatuated with, yet who had ultimately become his friend's wife, the prey he had orchestrated step by step into his trap. Compared to three years ago, she was still as beautiful as ever; marriage had only added to her radiance, a mature charm, and a brilliance she exuded in every gesture—a charm she had never possessed in her youth. The thought of this beauty soon being his possession made him feel a surge of desire. He hurriedly went to the back of the small bar. He took out two glasses, poured amber-colored XO into one, and then added some pre-prepared white powder to the glass on the left. The liquor instantly became cloudy, then cleared again. He added a few ice cubes, and carried the glass to Yang Jie.

"Jessica, how come you're only focused on being a happy housewife after getting married, and you don't even care about us old classmates

anymore?" "No, it's just that I'm really busy. You know Shiyang, he doesn't care about anything except business, and my father-in-law isn't well, so I have to do a lot of things at home. And now Shiyang's in trouble again."

"Don't be sad. Just ask if you need any help, and I'll definitely help if I can!"

"Thank you, Michael. I came today because I need your help. Shiyang's loan to you is due at the end of the month. But you know, with Shiyang's lawsuit and my father-in-law's illness, I really don't have enough working capital. Considering our family history and that you, Shiyang, and I are classmates, could you please give it a little longer?"

"Well, I'm sorry, Jessica, it's not that I don't want to help you, but although I handled the loan, the final decision rests with my father and older brother. Plus, I'm currently working on a project, and I don't have enough working capital, so..."

"Michael, please."

"I really have my own difficulties." Silence fell over the room. After an unknown amount of time, Mi Jian walked up to Yang Jie and said, "The ice has melted, let me get you a new cup."

"No, thank you." Yang Jie took the glass and took a sip. She hadn't expected Mi Jian to refuse her so readily. The rich brandy had a bitter taste.

"Michael, can't you really wait a little longer, even just two weeks?"

"You can't possibly be so stingy that you can't even afford the interest on a mere 2 million, can you?"

"You don't know, we're really desperate right now."

Yang Jie picked up the glass and downed the rest of the liquor in one gulp. Mi Jian was secretly delighted and poured her another glass. Yang Jie looked worried, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with sorrow, which aroused Mi Jian's lust, making him want to pounce on her and strip her naked.

The room fell silent again, the bright moonlight shining on Yang Jie, as if urging her to leave as soon as possible.

"Actually, you do have a way out." Mi Jian tried to suppress his wildly beating heart, even his tone of voice sounded a little strange.

"You could cash out the stocks, or invite other uncles and elders to take over the company, or even sell the house. You wouldn't be in this situation."

"But Shiyang has mortgaged the stocks and the house deed."

"This...sigh, Shiyang...it's all my fault for not persuading him!" Mi Jian sighed dramatically, secretly watching Yang Jie's expression. Her gaze began to glaze over, and a faint blush rose on her jade-like cheeks. The drug in the wine was taking effect. Mi Jian started rambling on about trivial matters. His goal was clear: to stall her. In ten minutes, once the drug took effect, this vibrant beauty's alluring body would be at his mercy.

Yang Jie felt her vision blurring; Mi Jian's face across from her seemed unfocused. She thought she had drunk too much and would feel better after a rest. However, the blurry feeling grew stronger, and gradually, it felt as if her head was floating. She felt very tired; yes, she had been exhausted these past few days and really needed a good rest. She heard Mi Jian's concerned voice in her ear: "Are you feeling unwell?" After a pause, he continued, "You are truly beautiful. Liu Shiyang has such a beautiful wife, yet he is unlucky enough to not be able to enjoy her. It breaks my heart!"

As he finished speaking, his figure seemed to float in front of her, his hand seemingly gently stroking her hair. Yang Jie was helpless against his provocative actions. Mi Jian continued, "Beautiful lady, you have a priceless treasure that you haven't made good use of!" Yang Jie replied, "What is it?"

Her voice was already very weak.

"Hahahaha..."

Mi Jian's voice suddenly became very smug.

"Your body, your beautiful body!" Mi Jian brought his mouth close to Yang Jie's ear, leering as he spoke. Yang Jie was filled with shame, but she couldn't escape Mi Jian's hot breath.

"Actually, I'd be happy to solve your problem. If you're willing, I can help you with not only the financial one, but also the physical one." Mi Jian's words grew increasingly lewd, his tone more and more unrestrained.

"If you're willing to spend the night with me, your body is worth at least 500,000 yuan per time. Spend a year with me, and the 12 million yuan debt will be paid off. How about it, my beauty?" "

You opportunistic scoundrel, you're worse than an animal!" Yang Jie grew increasingly ashamed and angry, wanting to stand up and slap Mi Jian, but she no longer had the strength to speak. She felt her head growing heavier, her body weaker, her vision blurring, and sleepiness creeping in... The devil's hand had gripped her tightly. She no longer knew where she was or what was about to happen. Only Mi Jian's sinister smile and cloyingly sweet voice lingered in her mind. Everything else was unknown. As her eyelids slowly closed, she finally lost consciousness.

Looking at the unconscious Yang Jie, Mi Jian could no longer contain himself and burst into wild laughter: "Yang Jie, oh Yang Jie, three years ago I couldn't have you, but today you're still in my hands, my beauty. In a moment, I'll let you taste what it means to wish you were dead! That will soothe my three years of longing. Hahahaha..." Amidst the laughter, Mi Jian touched Yang Jie's smooth cheek, his left hand supporting her jade-like neck, his right hand reaching under her thighs, and with a sudden effort, he lifted her up, then walked step by step towards the bedroom...

Chapter Three: The Body Under the Moonlight

- The Tycoon King Kong's Rooftop Presidential Residence In the master bedroom of the suite, a beautiful young woman lay on a large, comfortable mahogany bed. Her long, black hair was draped over the snow-white pillow, her hands limply bent at her lower abdomen, her alluring breasts rising and falling gently with her breath. Her body was slightly turned to the side, revealing her beautiful curves. The hem of her light blue slip dress only covered the middle of her calves, revealing a section of her fair, smooth, and delicate legs. The thin straps of her white high-heeled sandals outlined her perfect, snow-white feet. Her smooth ankles and glistening toes ignited a burning desire in the man standing beside her. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows were not drawn, offering a view of the harbor at night. The round moon concealed its radiance behind a thin layer of clouds, seemingly unwilling to witness the unleashing of lust.

Mi Jian stood by the bed for a long time, his gaze lingering on every part of Yang Jie's body. Her perfect curves and fair skin made his heart race. He slowly squatted down, carefully examining the sleeping beauty's delicate face—her small nose, long eyelashes, and fragrant red lips—a face that had appeared in his dreams countless times, now lying right before him. He extended his right hand, as if afraid of waking her, and gently placed it on her fair calf. Her smooth skin was like silk, and his hand trembled slightly with excitement. His hand slowly moved down to her ankle, gently kneading it. The delicate skin was warm and lustrous; he simply didn't want to move away. He unbuckled the delicate straps of Yang Jie's high-heeled sandals, took her left foot in his hand, and carefully removed the shoe. Then he removed Yang Jie's right shoe and placed it beside the bed. Yang Jie's jade-like feet were now fully exposed before him. He bent down and rubbed his face against her toes and the back of her feet; the smooth, slightly cool skin aroused his desire. He licked Yang Jie's toes with his tongue, then gently sucked on each glistening toe... His tongue traced the arch of her foot, down to her ankle, and then continued upwards, lingering on her fair calves. His hands held her soft feet, slowly parting her legs.

Yang Jie's skirt was slowly lifted, gradually revealing her long, shapely legs. Mi Jian lifted the skirt all the way up to her thighs, even the lace trim of her white, openwork panties was faintly visible. Yang Jie's

shapely, smooth legs were right in front of him, her skin so white and lustrous, her lines delicate and beautiful, like ivory carvings—legs that would drive any man wild! He placed his right hand on her thigh; it felt warm and smooth, and when he gently pressed it, it was incredibly elastic. Mi Jian could no longer resist; he pounced on her, embracing her thighs and caressing them. How wondrous the feeling was: those alluring legs, smooth and white, warm, soft, and supple, without an ounce of excess fat, possessing both the firmness of a young girl's legs and the soft touch and luster of a mature woman's, were finally in his hands. He couldn't bear to part with those ivory legs, touching them again and again, as if he wanted to drain that tender, supple body dry. He kissed, licked, and sucked incessantly, the warm sensation and fair skin bringing his sexual desire to new heights.

After a round of caresses and kisses, Mi Jian's cheeks flushed slightly. He turned Yang Jie's body over, making her lie face down on the bed. Mi Jian panted, and began to undress Yang Jie…

Mi Jian's breathing grew heavier, his eyes bloodshot, like a hungry beast greedily eyeing its prey.

Yang Jie's face was turned to the side, her slender neck curving into a beautiful line. He stroked her hair and kissed her neck deeply. Then he took her left hand and kissed her flawless, white palm. Yang Jie was wearing a white, long-sleeved, open-front lace sweater without buttons. He grabbed the back of her collar and pulled it down, revealing her shoulders. He then pulled her left hand out of the sleeve, followed by her right, and the sweater was in his hand. Mi Jian's hand reached for the waistband of her blue sundress, where a pretty bow was tied. He grabbed one end of the belt and tugged, the bow came undone, and the two belts fluttered down on either side of her body, loosening the dress. Mi Jian then reached for the zipper of the sundress. With a "whoosh," the zipper opened from the back to the waist, and the sundress automatically parted to reveal a large expanse of Yang Jie's fair, white skin. Mi Jian placed his hand on her smooth, beautiful back, carefully feeling the heavenly skin, the delicate sensation traveling from his palm to his core. He pulled the two thin straps down her smooth arms from her shoulders until they passed over his palms, and the skirt was pulled down to her waist. Yang Jie was now only wearing a strapless white bra. He gently reached down to her abdomen, lifting her body, and then pulled the skirt down from her waist to her ankles, removing it completely. He held the skirt up to his nose and smelled it; it emitted a faint fragrance.

Yang Jie's body on the bed was mostly exposed; apart from the bra and panties, her ivory-smooth, white skin was clearly visible, and her graceful curves were fully revealed. The sight of Yang Jie's half-naked body astonished Mi Jian: "Absolutely stunning!"

He gently turned Yang Jie's delicate body over. Her bra was a three-quarter cup with lace trim. Through the inside of the bra, he could see the curves of her breasts and the faint outline of her cleavage. Her white high-slit panties were so sheer that he could almost see her slightly raised mons pubis and glossy black pubic hair. Mi Jian admired her from head to toe for a while, then took out a standard-lens camera from the bedside table and began taking pictures carefully.

"Click, click, click," one photo after another was captured by the camera from different angles. When Mi Jian thought he had enough, he put down the camera and prepared for the most exciting final move.

He took a deep breath, bent down, and reached his left hand down Yang Jie's smooth back, skillfully unhooking the bra. His right hand slowly swept across her chest, and the bra was in his hand. Then, Yang Jie's alluring breasts, trembling slightly, were completely exposed to his gaze: her fair, jade-like skin, her cone-shaped, erect breasts, her smooth, beautiful lines, and her two tender, tempting nipples exuded the charm of a mature young woman—she was simply a masterpiece! Mi Jian was momentarily dazzled, his hands hesitant to touch her soft, warm chest. He reached out and lifted the top edge of Yang Jie's panties, pulling them down forcefully until they were above her knees, revealing her mons pubis and glossy black pubic hair—the most private and precious part of a woman. Mi Jian slowly pulled her panties off, completing the first step of his sadistic act: Yang Jie's clothes were instantly stripped off, her fair body completely naked before the lecherous demon's eyes, her smooth, white body flawless, like a sculpture carved from jade. Moonlight streamed softly through the French windows, bathing Yang Jie in its glow, making her body radiate a gentle, pleasing light, like a sleeping goddess. Three years of marriage, bathed in the warmth of love, had made Yang Jie increasingly captivating. This flawless body, on this beautiful night, should have been in her own bedroom, enjoying the tender care of her beloved husband. Yet now, she lay sprawled on a strange bed, her cloud-like hair, snow-white skin, breasts as soft as doves, her mysterious lower body never before seen by outsiders, her long, slender, and glistening legs—all completely exposed, utterly naked before a man she considered a "friend." Her smooth skin, soft breasts, and mysterious lower body were about to be defiled, yet she did not resist, for she was powerless to stop it. Even the moonlight could not stop the man beside the bed from raping the naked body before him.

He wasn't in a hurry to ravage the naked beauty's body; instead, he greedily gazed at the soft, fragrant flesh before him. He had doubled the dose of aphrodisiac in the wine Yang Jie had drunk. Her delicate, fair, and pure body was now at his mercy. "I never imagined Yang Jie's naked body was so beautiful, so crystal clear, so curvaceous, so alluring. Her skin is as smooth as satin, her breasts are full, her nipples are pointed… Liu Shiyang is truly blessed to have married Yang Jie. Hmph, but having stolen my woman, he's destined for great misfortune. Tonight, let me savor the taste of his beautiful wife, hahaha, Jessica, beautiful Jessica, I can't hold back my cum, hahaha…" Mi Jian muttered smugly to himself. Before tasting his friend's wife, he still had work to do.

The camera lens was pointed at Yang Jie's flawless naked body, and he even posed her body in various lewd positions, then photographed them one by one.

"With these nude photos, Yang Jie will be my slave from now on!"

he chuckled to himself. Soon, two rolls of film were used up. Mi Jian put down the camera, took out a black hood, and put it on, leaving only his eyes, nose, and mouth exposed. He picked up a remote control, pressed a button on the ceiling, and a small red light illuminated—a hidden camera. He wanted to record the rape; it was his habit. Having done all this, he quickly stripped off his clothes, brandishing his massive penis, and walked step by step toward Yang Jie's unconscious, snow-white body…

Section Four: The Destruction of the Lustful Demon.

Compared to Yang Jie's crystal-clear white body, Mi Jian's skin was dark and rough, especially his thick, red penis, erect like a venomous snake. Compared to Yang Jie's delicate hands, Mi Jian's hands appeared coarse and hairy. With these large hands, he stripped Yang Jie of all her clothes and jewelry, leaving her body completely naked and exposed.

His hands brushed aside a strand of hair from Yang Jie's forehead, his fingertips touching her smooth brow. His fingers slid down her oval face to her chin, then her delicate neck, and finally her shapely shoulders. At each spot, he savored the skin beneath his fingers, until they reached Yang Jie's high, firm breasts. Her breasts were cone-shaped like a young girl's, still upright and without sagging. Their beautiful curves extended to her armpits, like two snow-white jade peaks. At the summit were pale pink areolas with pointed red nipples. The delicate nipples remained as soft as a young girl's, and her smooth, white skin was like solidified cream, giving him a warm, moist feeling. Under Mi Jian's gentle touch, the smooth skin undulated slightly with his fingertips. He placed his entire palm on her breasts, then cupped them in his hands. Her high, firm breasts were incredibly elastic, and unlike the dove-like breasts of a young girl, they were remarkably soft, without any hint of roughness. A light sweep of the palm across their surface revealed a subtle tremor, exuding the allure and beauty of a mature woman. Mi Jian positioned Yang Jie's arms high, making the contours of her chest even more pronounced. He ran his fingers under her armpits, groping them. Because of her sundress, Yang Jie had shaved her armpit hair clean, revealing porcelain-white, smooth skin, especially the delicate inner sides of her arms. He caressed Yang Jie's fair, smooth breasts again and again, reluctant to let go. The warm, moist sensation ignited his lust. Seeing his massive member nearly starved for more, he gently rubbed Yang Jie's breasts for a while longer, flicking her nipples a few times before reluctantly moving downwards.

If Yang Jie's chest was like a proud snow-capped peak, her lower abdomen was a vast plain, flat and white. Here, the curves of her body formed a beautiful arc, the lower edge of her breasts naturally extending to her slender waist. In the center of her flat abdomen was a round navel. Having never given birth, the skin on her abdomen was a flawless expanse of snow-white, smooth skin, without a trace of childbirth. Yang Jie's waist was probably only 25 inches, without excess fat, yet not excessively thin, making it incredibly smooth to the touch. Her slender waist continued down to below her navel, connecting with her fair thighs on the outside, transitioning downwards and inwards to her snow-white lower abdomen. Her lower abdomen had a gentle upward curve, and where it met her thighs was the mound of her pubic hair, a sight every man desires to see—the alluring hill of Venus. Yang Jie's pubic hair appeared smooth and full, the dark pubic hair further emphasizing the whiteness of her lower abdomen and thighs. Her pubic hair wasn't very thick or extensive, starting only 3 or 4 centimeters above her pubic area and spreading down in a triangular pattern along the inner sides of her groin. The fine, soft black pubic hair couldn't completely conceal the fullness and whiteness of her mons pubis, making her lower abdomen appear extremely alluring and captivating. Mi Jian was mesmerized, naturally not forgetting to stroke her mons pubis and pluck at her pubic hair. Yang Jie's two snow-white thighs were gently crossed, concealing the entrance to her lovely, mysterious garden in the dark forest between her legs—the only passage into her body and the source of his pleasure. His hands slid down Yang Jie's waist, past her snow-white thighs, rounded knees, and beautiful calves, finally resting on her smooth ankles. He grabbed her ankles and forcefully pulled them apart. As Yang Jie's two jade-like legs slowly opened, the mysterious garden within the dark forest protected by her legs was gradually revealed.

Mi Jian's breathing became heavy as his gaze traveled upwards along the smooth inner thighs: the raised mons pubis extended downwards, forming a narrow triangle at the base of the thighs, flanked by full, raised labia majora, like two tightly closed jade doors, leaving only a small, deep red slit. A small, round opening was faintly visible in the center of the slit, and above the slit was a pink clitoris. Dark pubic hair was only distributed around the clitoris and the upper edge of the labia majora. Most of the labia majora's original pink color was exposed, appearing very tender. The lower edges of the labia majora met, forming a thin frenulum that continued down to the tightly closed anus, like a chrysanthemum wheel. Here lay a precipitous valley, the skin regaining its crystalline white color. On either side were round, plump buttocks, white and soft like curdled milk. Mi Jian bent Yang Jie's legs, placed his hands on her knees, and slid his hands up the inner thighs until he stopped at the base of her thighs. He extended his two thumbs and carefully placed them on Yang Jie's two delicate labia majora. The thin, tender skin seemed ready to burst at any moment. His other fingers played with Yang Jie's mons pubis and pubic hair; he even considered plucking her pubic hair. Mi Jian gently parted the labia majora, and the jade gate slowly opened. He was amazed by the structure of this female body. Inside the pink gate was another small gate—a pair of labia minora. Deeper still, the round little opening of the vulva was finally revealed. This alluring vulva was about to welcome a new guest. Mi Jian felt his huge penis become extremely hard, eager to try and penetrate this small opening, straight to the uterus. He reached out his left hand and gently pinched and rubbed Yang Jie's clitoris, while his right index finger circled her labia majora before slowly inserting it into her vagina…

The simultaneous stimulation of her clitoris and vagina caused Yang Jie's body to gradually react: her long eyelashes began to tremble, a blush crept onto her pretty face, her labia majora grew increasingly red under Mi Jian's caresses, and clear vaginal fluid began to overflow. Mi Jian seemed to sense the changes in Yang Jie's body, and his left hand moved to her soft, white breasts. Her firm, snow-white breasts were pinched, kneaded, rubbed, grasped, and squeezed under his hands; the smooth skin gradually trembled, and her fair complexion gradually turned pink under his constant caresses. Mi Jian began to kiss Yang Jie's nipples; the pitiful red cherries slowly became bright red and firm under his constant licking and sucking. His right hand's caresses on her genitals gradually escalated. His index finger began to slide in and out of her vagina, occasionally lifting the vaginal walls. Yang Jie's genitals, deprived of caresses for a long time, were suddenly attacked, secreting more and more lubrication. He put his index finger in his mouth and tasted it; it had a slightly sweet flavor. Mi Jian simply sat on the edge of the bed, lifted Yang Jie's flawless white body around the waist, and laid her horizontally in his arms. Yang Jie's slender waist rested on his hairy thighs, her delicate neck nestled in his strong arms, her head tilted back, her long black hair cascading down her fair, naked body. Her lower body leaned limply against the edge of the bed, forming a curved line, her snow-white body exuding a faint fragrance. Mi Jian buried his head in her breasts, sucking and licking them. His left hand supported her smooth back, while his right hand caressed her high breasts, flat stomach, fair thighs, and soft buttocks. Occasionally, he would slip his hand between her legs, fondling her slightly raised mons pubis and delicate vulva. His penis was already erect, touching her skin, which was as soft and delicate as almond tofu and as smooth and white as a peeled egg. Yang Jie's naked body was held tightly, rising and falling with Mi Jian's movements. Her long hair was disheveled and draped over her back, as if dividing her body. Under Mi Jian's prolonged caresses, especially the constant stimulation of her breasts and vulva, her pure body became increasingly charming and beautiful. Mi Jian sucked on Yang Jie's nipples, his eyes scanning the naked woman with lustful eyes. Seeing Yang Jie's increasingly obvious reactions, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. His right hand noticed that Yang Jie's genitals were thoroughly wet, even her pubic hair was damp. He knew her pure and innocent body had become sensitive, the "foreplay" was sufficient, and he could begin to "enter"

her body and continue exploring.

Yang Jie's body was placed back on the bed. Mi Jian had her lie flat in front of him, raised her hands above her head, bent her legs, and then pulled her knees as far apart as possible, pressing them down until they were almost horizontal, spreading her snow-white thighs as wide as possible. Yang Jie's lower abdomen became noticeably protruding upwards because of this, and her entire perineum was clearly exposed. This position of the naked female body seemed to express a request for pleasure, rather than an effort to resist being raped. Mi Jian had experienced many forms of intercourse, most of which were rape and defilement. He felt that the most ordinary position was the easiest way to reach orgasm. Tonight, for the first time enjoying Yang Jie, he naturally wanted to use the most direct method. He knelt by the bed, grasping Yang Jie's slender, delicate fingers and rubbing his thick, red, veiny penis against hers. Her cool, jade-like hands, devoid of any impurity, made his raging penis involuntarily bow down in worship. Then his penis touched Yang Jie's hair, the strands stimulating his glans with a tingling, electric sensation. His hot penis swept across her fair face, pressing directly against Yang Jie's thin, red lips. Mi Jian imagined the poignant yet sensual scene of Yang Jie performing oral sex on him. His penis slid over her jade-like neck, stopping at Yang Jie's chest, alternating between thrusting into her soft, white breasts, like a vicious butcher's knife wielding a lamb to the slaughter. His penis continued downwards, crossing the snow-white plains, passing through the dark forest, and traversing the pink valley, without stopping, until it reached the glistening base of her thighs. There, his penis drew a circle, stopped, and thrust rhythmically towards Yang Jie's tender vulva. Mi Jian straightened up, placed his hands on Yang Jie's slender waist, and secured her legs with his feet. He adjusted his penis one last time and slowly pushed forward. The moment the glans touched her labia majora, Mi Jian stopped. The bright red glans pressed against the clitoris in the center of the slit, his penis throbbing rhythmically, the glans gently tapping against the entrance. Mi Jian very slowly parted Yang Jie's labia majora, and then, like a wild horse, his penis plunged straight into her secret place. The instant it entered, a warm, tightly enveloping sensation surged through him…

The wicked serpent, its tongue flicking, finally forced open Yang Jie's long-dormant flower. Since her husband's imprisonment, Yang Jie had been alone in her empty room, remaining chaste and virgin, having gone without caresses and intimacy for who knows how long. In her loneliness, she would discover how much her young body craved the nourishment of sex. Her husband's return, their satisfying union, would only result in a dream upon waking. But today, she felt a long-lost excitement in her sleep: in her dream, her chest, genitals, and thighs seemed to receive her husband's loving caresses again, and her lower body felt a squeezing and stretching sensation. Yang Jie couldn't help but let out a soft moan: "Ah..." The feeling was so real, pleasure mixed with some pain, surging like waves, as if her body was being thrown high into the sky and then quickly plunged into the sea. After the gradually forcibly squeezed and ground sensation, there was a slow expansion, the peak of which was followed by a sudden loss and emptiness. Yang Jie remained unconscious, unable to move her body, yet her instincts compelled her to utter ecstatic moans: "Ah... um... um..." Her body, initially cool from being naked, slowly began to burn, her soft form gradually warming and burning, fine beads of sweat appearing on her fair forehead. A blush spread across her pale skin, radiating a captivating glow. Her innocent face wore a shy expression of pleasure, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Her glistening lower body secreted copious amounts of fluid, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet beneath her. Even her pink vulva began to open and close with the ebb and flow of the fluid. Yang Jie felt a blissful sensation, like "rain after a long drought," spreading through every corner of her body, an unparalleled pleasure that made every pore on her body open. She desperately wished time wouldn't pass so quickly. She called out her husband's name, her throat emitting muffled sounds. Mi Jian clearly felt the jade-like body beneath him slowly relaxing, not a forced surrender, but a genuine surrender of the body. Hearing Yang Jie softly call her husband's name, Mi Jian's rage flared. His erect penis, hard and red, pounded into her core with all its might, completely devoid of the initial tenderness. He wanted to inflict pain, to make her groan, to make her cry!

Yang Jie gradually realized this feeling was different from before. This feeling lacked tenderness and affection, instead possessing an unstoppable force, an increasingly domineering force, as if determined to pierce her love cunt. The ebb and flow of the tide grew shorter, the impact stronger, and her body gradually couldn't keep up with the rhythm and intensity. The pleasurable sensations diminished, replaced by increasing forced pain. Why was her husband so impatient and violent today? She wanted to open her eyes, but had no strength. She began to feel terror, the tearing pain in her lower body becoming increasingly clear. In an instant, the sky seemed to be filled with thunder and lightning, and the sea became a raging torrent.

Suddenly, a gigantic manta ray appeared before her, whipping up a massive wave that crashed down on her. The manta ray extended several long tentacles, pulling her into the dark depths of the sea. Terrified, she screamed, but her husband was nowhere to be seen. The manta ray's strange, bell-like eyes stared at her with a peculiar gaze, burning with lust. Its fiery tentacles coiled around her limbs and chest, pulling her outwards. Yang Jie felt the manta ray's tentacles tightening around her body, making her feel suffocated. The pressure of the seawater increased, and the manta ray's tentacles penetrated her body through her mouth, nose, and lower body, relentlessly pushing deeper. The pain intensified, as if her body was being torn in two. Her breathing became rapid, her entire body aching. Her long eyelashes trembled, and a look of pain appeared on her beautiful face, her brows furrowing slightly. Her cries for help turned into weak, painful moans: "Ah...ah..."

A crystal tear rolled down her smooth cheek and onto the sheets, then another. Another wave of squeezing sensation washed over her, stronger than ever before, like a large wooden stake being driven straight into her body. This pressure left her without the strength to even cry out for help.

Yang Jie was drenched in fragrant sweat, and the manta ray quietly opened its blood-red maw, swallowing her naked body…

As soon as Mi Jian's penis entered Yang Jie's body, he felt a warm, tightly wrapped sensation, making it difficult to advance further. He hadn't expected Jessica, after three years of marriage, to still have such a narrow and tight vagina. Liu Shiyang wouldn't have much time with his wife, Mi Jian thought. So he patiently and slowly widened her vagina, his penis thrusting in and out, slowly grinding and rotating, not in a hurry to penetrate all the way in. At the same time, his hands seized the opportunity to knead Yang Jie's high, soft, and elastic breasts. His hands touched Yang Jie's smooth back; the delicate skin felt smoother than silk. Yang Jie's buttocks were full and plump without being exaggerated, her slender waist naturally transitioning to her round, snow-white breasts, like two high plateaus, exceptionally soft, with a deep valley between them. Mi Jian forcefully pried open the rounded plateaus and plunged into the valley, his index finger finding the closed anus. He took the prepared thin glass rod and forcefully inserted it. The glass rod was inside Yang Jie's anus, while his penis diligently explored her secret vagina. Through the part that had been penetrated, Mi Jian clearly felt the warmth of Yang Jie's body temperature and the embrace of her flesh walls. This warm embrace brought endless stimulation with his slow, rhythmic thrusting. At the same time, he also noticed that Yang Jie's body reacted to the simultaneous attack on her vagina and anus: a weak moan, a flushed cheek, a shy smile, making her look incredibly delicate and alluring, like a flower waiting to be picked. More importantly, her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid, which effectively lubricated Mi Jian's exceptionally thick penis. Sure enough, the thrusting became smoother and smoother, penetrating deeper and deeper, and Mi Jian's thrusts became more frequent and forceful. Looking at Yang Jie's pleasurable expression, as if hearing her call out her husband's name, Mi Jian chuckled to himself: "My beauty, your husband is too incompetent. Let me enjoy you properly. In a moment, you'll be begging for life, unable to die, and then we'll see if you're still so satisfied." He thrust even more vigorously, occasionally grinding the head of his penis against the walls of Yang Jie's vagina, the glass rod penetrating deeper and deeper. Sure enough, under the increasingly intense thrusting, Yang Jie's vagina gradually opened, unable to resist the relentless impact of his penis. Mi Jian simply lifted Yang Jie's two jade-like legs high, placing them on his shoulders. He rubbed his stubble-covered face against the most delicate and white part of her inner thighs, grabbed her groin with both hands and pressed her back, while forcefully thrusting his penis forward. With a "plop," most of his huge and long penis plunged into Yang Jie's body. The rod withdrew slightly, and with a forceful push, he leaned forward, his lower abdomen slamming against Yang Jie's pubic area, pressing against her rounded mons pubis. This hill of Venus had finally been conquered. His 20-centimeter-long penis went straight in, completely penetrating Yang Jie's body to the root. Their pubic hair intertwined, Mi Jian's coarse, thick pubic hair and abdominal hair prickling against Yang Jie's torso. Yang Jie's secret vagina had finally been opened! Mi Jian clearly felt his glans hitting the soft, warm cervix. Yang Jie subconsciously let out an "Ah," filled with pain. Mi Jian began thrusting forcefully, his venomous penis thrashing and stabbing fiercely inside Yang Jie's vagina. The immense impact sent Yang Jie's naked body swaying up and down, his lower abdomen slamming against hers, their pubic bones rubbing together, their pubic hair making a rustling sound. Each time his penis withdrew, the force of the movements caused a small amount of Yang Jie's vaginal lining to be pulled out, revealing her red bud. His penis was covered in Yang Jie's vaginal fluid, making a "plop, plop" sound with each thrust. Yang Jie had never experienced such frenzied intercourse, such intense penetration. Her pristine white body clearly no longer felt the comfort it had before, and she instinctively tried to escape. However, under the influence of the drug, she was completely unable to control herself; only moans of "Ah-um...um" and painful expressions could express her resistance to the rape.

Mi Jian looked with satisfaction at the beautiful body he was defiling beneath him. His lust remained high, because he wanted revenge—revenge for the rejection he had received three years ago. Jealousy and desire fully unleashed his animalistic nature, leading him to set this trap of rape. Having finally obtained the body of his dream lover, what more could he ask for? His hands, fingers spread wide, gripped Yang Jie's firm, beautiful breasts tightly, squeezing them as if to tear off those two mounds of tender white flesh. His tongue licked and sucked every part of Yang Jie's body, clear saliva forming a glistening film on her jade-like skin. His penis continued to thrust tirelessly inside Yang Jie, and with each withdrawal, he would wipe a handful of the nectar clinging to his penis and smear it all over Yang Jie's snow-white breasts and thighs.

Mi Jian appeared very excited, beads of sweat dripping from his face, chest, and back onto Yang Jie's naked body.

Yang Jie was suffering endless agony. Her face gradually paled from the pain, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans covered her entire body with each convulsion. Yang Jie's tears, the love juices from her vagina, their sweat, and Mi Jian's saliva mixed together, creating a salty-sweet taste that ironically accentuated Yang Jie's faint, alluring fragrance.

On the large bed under the moonlight, a poignant and alluring scene unfolded: a dark-skinned, tall, and muscular man, laughing wildly, tightly embraced the flawless, radiant body of the unconscious, naked, beautiful young woman, thrusting relentlessly into her. Both of them were soaked in sweat, yet the man continued to roll around on the bed, clinging to the woman's jade-like body like a crab.

Mi Jian's frenzied fucking finally came to an end. He held Yang Jie's body tightly, taking a short rest. His large penis remained stiff like an erect spear, thrusting straight into Yang Jie's vagina, but no longer pumping back and forth; the glass rod had been withdrawn from her anus. Sweating profusely, he didn't bother wiping his face, clinging tightly to Yang Jie as if afraid she would fly away. This exquisitely beautiful woman finally got a moment's respite. Due to the relentless thrusting of his enormous penis, Yang Jie's entire vagina was forcibly dilated, and the delicate mucous membrane of her cervix became congested and red from the impact of the glans. Her labia majora were swollen from the prolonged pressure. Mi Jian's prolonged refusal to withdraw his penis intensified the pain, leaving her drenched in sweat, her long, black hair clinging to her back, her pale face devoid of color from the pain. Only her long, drawn-out breaths, rising and falling with her chest, suggested a sliver of life remaining. What a pitiful sight, a vibrant and beautiful woman, ravaged by a demon! But clearly, Mi Jian's rape was not yet over. He lifted Yang Jie's body, letting her plump, soft buttocks sit on his lower abdomen. He embraced her lower abdomen from behind, gently pinching her round, sexy nipples with both hands. His penis, pointing upwards, was still inside Yang Jie's love cunt, and he began a new round of assault. Because of the sitting position, Mi Jian didn't need to thrust forcefully; gravity caused Yang Jie's body to sink down, and her soft cervix automatically pushed against his glans with each thrust. Her beautiful, fair arms hung limply, her slender neck unable to support her weight, leaning against Mi Jian's shoulder. Her flat, white abdomen trembled with the up-and-down movements, revealing her allure. The new pain was even more intense than before. Even in her unconscious state, Yang Jie still let out long sighs. Her soul no longer belonged to herself; the impact on her body slowly faded, because she was no longer capable of feeling it.

Mi Jian's rape continued. He positioned Yang Jie in various positions, ravaging her to his heart's content. Her pale, naked body sobbed under the moonlight… The thrusting lasted for a full hour. Finally, Mi Jian couldn't hold back any longer. A stream of hot liquid shot out from his glans, spraying every last drop into Yang Jie's still-pure uterus. He pulled out his limp penis, laughing triumphantly, "Now, you belong to me completely, hahahaha…" The cloudy semen flowed down her cervix, over her vagina, and down to the sides of Yang Jie's snow-white thighs, forming filthy patches.

Mi Jian rubbed Yang Jie's genitals vigorously a few times, smeared it on her face and lips, and then fell asleep wearily on top of her.

Chapter Five: The Endless Nightmare

When Mi Jian awoke, the distant harbor was just beginning to lighten. A night of intense activity left him both hungry and thirsty. He climbed off Yang Jie's body, grabbed some food and drink from the refrigerator to fill his stomach, and went to the bathroom for a shower. Warm water gushed from the massage showerhead, and he thoroughly enjoyed the hot bath. When he returned to the bedroom, Yang Jie was still fast asleep. Suddenly, Mi Jian had an idea. He went to the bedside, picked up the naked woman, and carried her to the bathroom.

In the large, deep red bathtub, the showerheads sprayed water continuously. Yang Jie's body was gently placed in the water. Mi Jian's movements were careful and gentle. Her entire crystalline body was submerged in the warm water, with only her head above the surface. Mi Jian carefully placed Yang Jie's neck on a towel on the edge of the tub before stepping into the tub himself.

He washed Yang Jie's jet-black hair and gently wiped her smooth, white body with a towel, cleaning away sweat, saliva, and semen. As he washed, he admired her body. The beautiful young woman, exhausted from a night of humiliation, gradually regained her radiance and charm under the warm water and careful washing. Her pink skin, rubbed raw, gradually became snow-white and translucent. Mi Jian admired Yang Jie's flawless naked body from head to toe, like a work of art. Her already smooth skin appeared even more lustrous in the water, and the gentle ripples made her body seem like something out of a dream. Mi Jian gently caressed her, and his penis became erect again. He then lifted Yang Jie's body, placing himself beneath her, and his penis began searching for the garden within. After some effort, the glans found the opening of her secret vagina and easily slipped inside with a "slip." Mi Jian began their encounter in the bathtub, completely captivated by her pristine white body. Their bodies intertwined once more. The vigorous movements splashed water everywhere. Sex in the water seemed effortless. After another round of thrusting, Mi Jian felt an unbearable urge in his lower body. With a long sigh, his hot semen gushed forth like a burst dam, shooting into Yang Jie's uterus. A trickle of cloudy white fluid quietly flowed into the bathtub, quickly dissipating without a trace. He lay in the bathtub, panting, holding Yang Jie. The water gradually cooled. After washing Yang Jie's body again, he lifted her from the tub, took an orange towel to dry her, wrapped it around her body, and gently carried her back to the bedroom, placing her back on the bed. Mi Jian then changed his clothes, took the tape from the video camera, put it and the camera into his travel bag, and left the wealthy man's luxurious room.

Time passed, he didn't know how much. The bright sunshine had long since dispelled the morning mist and chill, spreading its warmth across the land. The bay's waters were a deep, clear blue, and the sky a brilliant azure. Golden sunlight streamed through the glass window, bathing Yang Jie in its warmth. The sleeping beauty finally awoke slowly.

Yang Jie felt completely unwell. She slowly sat up in bed, leaning against the edge. The sunlight stung her eyes, making it hard to open them. After a while, she finally managed to make out her surroundings. She was lying in a luxurious room on a comfortable mahogany bed. A huge floor-to-ceiling window opened before her, offering a panoramic view of the bay. Where was she?

How did she end up sleeping here? Questions flooded her mind. Ah, her whole body ached terribly, as if it were falling apart. Her head was spinning, and she felt dizzy and lightheaded. Her lower body was burning with a sharp, stabbing pain. What was happening? Then, Yang Jie was shocked to discover that, apart from being wrapped in a bath towel, she was completely naked from the waist down, with her jade-like arms, fragrant shoulders, and two fair legs exposed. On the pale blue sheet beneath her, a large, clearly soiled stain remained… Yang Jie instantly understood what had happened. The rendezvous at the luxury hotel that night, Mi Jian's ulterior motives, the amber-colored wine, the cruel voice saying, "...

I want your body…

" and the pleasure and pain from her dream all rushed back to her. She immediately understood what had happened: she had been raped! Her proud, pure body had been defiled! It was Mi Jian! Her friend, her classmate. He had drugged and raped her! Instantly, Yang Jie was plunged into fear, despair, regret, shame, anger, and confusion. Various thoughts raged through her mind, leaving her completely bewildered. Yang Jie sat blankly on the edge of the bed, unable to hold back her tears.

The heavy door opened, and Mi Jian, beaming, walked in, impeccably dressed in a suit.

"You're awake."

"You shameless beast!" Yang Jie's large eyes were filled with fury, wishing she could tear him to pieces. She clutched her chest tightly, tears still streaking her delicate face, looking like a pear blossom battered by rain.

Mi Jian stared at her, sitting opposite her on the bed.

"Even when you're angry, you're still beautiful."

"You beast in wolf's clothing! I'll definitely report you!"

"Go ahead," Mi Jian casually tossed an envelope over. "Take a look at what's inside. If you don't want to change your mind, then go ahead." The envelope wasn't sealed, and a stack of obscene photos tumbled out. In the photos, a beautiful young woman lay naked on the bed, posing in various extremely lewd and obscene positions. This person was herself! Yang Jie was filled with shame and tore the photos to shreds.

"Tear it up. There are two whole rolls of these photos, and I still have the negatives," Mi Jian sneered.

"You're despicable, shameless, you're not human!" Yang Jie raised her hand to slap him. Mi Jian grabbed Yang Jie's wrist, his tone suddenly turning cold and ruthless: "Go ahead and curse. You already have 500,000 in your account.

I'll come looking for you again, so you'd better not run away. You have to do whatever I tell you. Otherwise, hmph, be careful these photos get leaked, then, hmph!" After saying that, he reached out and touched Yang Jie's fair thigh, pushed her onto the bed, and laughed wildly as he walked away. Only the nearly fainting young woman remained, lying on the bed, weeping silently.

Suddenly, it started to rain outside, the drizzling rain bringing a gray mist to the city. On the long seawall, a beautiful young woman walked aimlessly in the rain. The rain had soaked her to the bone, but she paid no heed, just walking and walking, her face blurred with a mixture of tears and rainwater. The terrible day was almost over, but what about tomorrow? What would tomorrow bring? And the day after? Perhaps an endless nightmare awaited her…

Chapter 40: The Modern Pervert's Story - Xiao Xiaoyun,

Section 1: Haiwan University.

It was another busy Monday morning. As usual, Xiao Xiaoyun was awakened by the incessantly ringing alarm clock. She glanced at her watch, “Oh no, it’s seven o’clock!” After a hurried wash, Xiao Xiaoyun drank a glass of milk, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and rode her beautiful red “Magnolia” motorcycle to school. Xiao’s mother walked out of the yard worriedly, calling after her daughter’s departing figure, “Yun’er, be careful! Come back early on Saturday.” Xiao Xiaoyun turned around, waved goodbye to her mother with a flourish, and her floral dress disappeared into the early summer morning light.

The red magnolia sped through the fresh morning air, quickly crossing the magnificent bay bridge and entering Lingzhou Island. Xiao Xiaoyun drove along the road for a while before arriving at the main gate of her school, the nationally renowned Haiwan University.

Upon entering, Xiao Xiaoyun saw a large group of her classmates, each riding their own motorcycles back to school. Xiao Xiaoyun was a third-year economics student at Haiwan University.

Like many students in Haiwan City, she always stayed at school until the weekend before returning to her home in the city, then going back to school on Monday. Therefore, every Monday morning, the school gate was always the liveliest place on campus.

"Wendy, good morning!"

"Hi! Susan! Hi! Serina!" Xiaoyun greeted her friends along the way, slowly driving towards the teaching area on the winding mountain road, following the impressive flow of traffic.

"We're probably going to be late again today. We might not even be able to find a parking spot."

"Yeah, the school is so big, we might not even make it by nine if we walk."

"Of course, you're so fat, you might not even make it by ten!"

"You're asking for it!" A group of lively, youthful girls couldn't wait to start joking, attracting the attention of the surrounding boys.

Haiwan University is the oldest and most prestigious institution of higher learning in the city, its arts and sciences programs unparalleled in the country. Thanks to years of development and strong government support, Haiwan University occupies the scenic Lingzhou Island, becoming an irreplaceable gem of Haiwan City. The university is nestled on the Pacific coast, with all its buildings facing the vast ocean. For safety reasons, the teaching areas, stadium, and library are all located around the mountaintop, while the dormitories for teachers and students are built at the foot of the mountains on either side, ensuring they don't disturb each other. On the other side of the mountain, closer to the land, there were gurgling springs, lush trees, and quiet mountain paths, usually sparsely populated, making it a favorite spot for couples to meet. When Xiao Tian stood on the hilltop and looked down, the various blooming flowers attracted colorful butterflies, a truly beautiful sight.

A winding road, passing through the greenery on both sides, connected the spacious campus, making motor vehicles the main mode of transportation for teachers and students. Therefore, during commuting hours, long lines of cars became a common sight on campus, just like today.

Xiao Xiaoyun and her friends finally found a parking spot. Just as they were locking their cars, a commotion suddenly arose behind them. It turned out that several older boys, taking advantage of their strength, had occupied the freshmen's parking spaces. Two of the boys, with dyed blonde hair, whistled at Yun: "Look, that's the economics department's campus belle."

"She really is gorgeous. Hi, campus belle, look over here! Hehe..." Yun responded coldly to their teasing. She really hated these obnoxious boys who went around telling everyone they were the "campus belle," attracting curious and envious glances wherever they went. Especially one of them, the son of a big real estate tycoon named Mi Jian, who relentlessly pursued her, sending flowers and asking her to dance, always acting like a bookish nerd—it was disgusting. Yun was extremely disgusted by this and always refused them outright. A few weeks ago, she even transferred all the flowers Mi Jian sent to a children's welfare home, which really annoyed him, so he hadn't appeared in front of her for several weeks. She never expected to run into them again today.

"Wendy, ignore these scoundrels, let's go." The girlfriends dragged Yun by the hand, and the group took their backpacks from the back of the motorcycle, running up the stairs without even glancing back at the group behind them. Those guys, having made a fool of themselves, only received a few beautiful, graceful figures and the snickers of those around them, and had

no choice but to head to their classrooms. A tall boy in the distance witnessed all this, his fists clenched tightly, a wolf-like glint in his triangular eyes. His companion patted him on the shoulder and said, "What's up, Mi Jian? Still haven't won over your school beauty?"

The boy called Mi Jian said resentfully, "Just you wait, she definitely won't get away. Yun, you'll regret this." Unfortunately, the motorcycle engine was too loud, and no one heard these words clearly as everyone rushed into the teaching building.

The second period,

a week slipped through their fingers. Friday afternoon arrived in the blink of an eye, and it was Xiao Xiaoyun's turn to be on duty in the student computer lab. She was working on her thesis on the computer while waiting for other users to leave. Before she knew it, it was early June, and final exams were fast approaching. As the top female student in her department, Xiaoyun always valued her studies and was highly regarded by her professors. Completely immersed in her thesis, her hands flew across the keyboard, oblivious to the passing time, until she realized the computer lab was empty. She glanced at the clock.

"It's almost 6:45! Oh no, Mom and Dad must be getting impatient!" Xiao Xiaoyun quickly finished organizing her materials, shut down the main server, carefully locked the doors and windows, and rushed downstairs.

Because it was the weekend, the tall teaching building was deserted. Xiao Xiaoyun hurried downstairs, heading towards the motorcycle parked in the bike shed at the bottom of the building. The campus suddenly fell silent as evening approached, and the sky gradually darkened. Xiao Xiaoyun couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Rumors of perverts lurking around the school had been circulating recently, and the thought still frightened her. She quickly took out her car key, inserted it into the ignition, and prepared to start the car. However, something unexpected happened: Mulan, usually so reliable, wouldn't start today. Xiao Xiaoyun tried dozens of times, but the car wouldn't respond at all.

"Oh no, the car's broken down." The car breaking down at this crucial moment made Xiao Xiaoyun anxious. Looking around, apart from the streetlights that were already on, everything was pitch black. Where could she find someone so late? Xiao Xiaoyun stamped her foot in frustration. Her watch showed it was already 7:05 PM. Xiao Xiaoyun was at a loss, staring at the motionless Mulan. She was on a hill on campus. It would take nearly 20 minutes to walk down from there, no matter which way you went. It was indeed very unsafe for a girl to walk alone on such a dark campus path.

But staying on the hilltop was even more unsafe. If she encountered a criminal, she would be completely helpless.

Yun was frantic. After much deliberation, she finally decided to walk back to her dormitory.

On the dimly lit campus path, besides a couple of streetlights, only Yun's lonely figure remained. The lights of the dormitory area below seemed incredibly distant, and Yun felt her heart pounding. The chirping of unknown insects in the roadside grass added to the eerie atmosphere.

A gust of mountain wind blew past, rustling the leaves overhead, startling Yun so much she barely cried out. She hugged her arms tightly, her thin dress offering little protection from the mountain chill, and shivered slightly. She regretted not going back to the computer lab to call someone to pick her up. But she was already halfway there, and turning back was impossible. Yun had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue walking.

"Shh, shh," her flat sandals made a soft sound on the sandy roadside. Yun nervously stared at the dark mountain path ahead, her fingers gripping her backpack tightly. The mountain road bends here, splitting into two paths, one uphill and one downhill. The uphill stone steps lead to the gymnasium on the mountainside, while the downhill path leads to the dormitory area at the foot of the mountain. Yun felt a glimmer of hope; in about seven or eight minutes, she would reach the bottom of the mountain, and she unconsciously relaxed her pace.

The sound of a motorcycle engine "putt-putt-putt" came from the winding mountain road behind her. Yun looked back and saw a Wild Wolf 250C motorcycle appearing not far behind her. The headlights weren't on, and the shadows from the trees made it impossible for Yun to see the rider's face clearly, only that he was a man wearing a dark helmet.

An ominous feeling rose in Yun's heart; Wild Wolf was tracking her, so she gradually quickened her pace. The engine sound behind her grew clearer; Wild Wolf was slowly approaching. The man on the motorcycle kept the speed low, unhurriedly closing the distance with Yun, seemingly intentionally putting psychological pressure on her. Yun felt an increasingly intense terror; her intuition told her the man behind her intended to harm her. Yun looked ahead; still no one was in sight. The road was flanked by a forest; if she were dragged in, she would have no way to call for help. Unconsciously, Yun had reached a fork in the road. In her tension and fear, she made a decision: she would take the small path behind the stadium, where there were stone steps that the motorcycle couldn't possibly take. So, she walked up the stone steps leading to the stadium, and as soon as she turned onto them, Yun began to run frantically upwards. The wolf behind her noticed her intention and immediately accelerated down the steps, but Yun had already reached the halfway point. The wolf reached the bottom of the steps and could no longer catch up, so it could only spin in circles at the bottom. The man on the motorcycle took off his black racing helmet and shouted loudly at the stone steps, "Hey, don't run!

I'm not a bad guy! I was just teasing you.

" In the quiet hillside, apart from the still-running engine of the motorcycle, no one answered. The man shouted again, but still no response. What a coward! He ran away so fast after just a little scare! What bad luck.

He muttered a few words, then put his helmet back on, gripped the accelerator of the Wolf, and sped off down the mountain. The Wolf roared and quickly disappeared into the dark highway. At that moment, a tall, dark figure stood behind a tree on the other side of the road. In the darkness, a pair of eyes gleaming with a terrifying light watched Yun walk up the stone steps. Seeing that the Wolf had finally left, he also emerged from behind the tree, crossed the road, and followed the direction Yun had run, climbing the steps. He wore rubber-soled leather boots, and his footsteps on the stone steps made no sound. When he passed the streetlights, the dim light still clearly illuminated his face: small, fierce eyes, a hooked nose, thin, slightly pale lips, and a faint smile—it was Mi Jian!

Yun had already run onto the platform of the stadium. She hid on a large rock beside the stone steps, panting heavily. The frantic run had made her heart pound as if it were about to burst. The intense running combined with her nervousness... Beads of sweat glistened on her smooth forehead. Yun leaned quietly against the stone wall to calm her racing heart. She had heard the knight's words, but no one would believe such nonsense at a time like this. Yun was glad she had acted decisively. The sound of a motorcycle leaving echoed below. Yun waited until all was quiet before taking a handkerchief from her bag to wipe the sweat from her face. She looked at the stone steps; no one was following. She waited a while longer, making sure she was safe, before stepping out from behind the stone and heading towards the massive gymnasium building.

The gymnasium at Haiwan University was a newly completed building. Yun knew that if she crossed the gymnasium and went down another set of stone steps, she would reach her dormitory. Although the streetlights weren't even working yet around the gymnasium, making it darker and more secluded than the main road below, the thought of potentially encountering that "wolf" again if she went down the main road made Yun decide to cross the gymnasium and take the back path. Night had completely fallen, and there wasn't a single moon in the sky. Yun walked on the empty platform, enveloped in a thick darkness. The trees on both sides of the gymnasium rustled in the night wind, their shadows like menacing monsters. Perhaps because of the tense escape earlier, Yun was no longer afraid. She even untied her hair tie, letting her smooth hair flutter in the night breeze. The dormitory lights were now clearly visible, and Yun's tense heart finally relaxed slightly. Although what had just happened had left her shaken, she had at least escaped, and thinking of that, she felt deeply fortunate. Now, all she had to do was go down the stone steps to reach the dormitory, and Yun couldn't help but lower her guard.

Turning the last corner, Yun saw the stone steps in front of her. Just as she was about to step down, a gust of wind suddenly swept up behind her, lifting Yun's skirt and revealing a pair of glistening, snow-white thighs. Yun quickly bent down and pressed down on the fluttering hem of her skirt. Just then, a tall male figure leaped out from behind a large rock beside the steps. He jumped behind Xiao Xiaoyun and suddenly grabbed her. Caught completely off guard, Xiao Xiaoyun was about to scream in terror when a large hand wearing work gloves tightly covered her mouth and nose. Xiao Xiaoyun struggled desperately, but the man's other hand gripped her waist like an iron clamp, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free. The two became entangled at the entrance to the stone steps. In the chaos and struggle, Xiao Xiaoyun couldn't see the person behind her at all, only that his head was covered by something grayish, like nylon stockings. Xiao Xiaoyun felt the hand covering her mouth and nose was incredibly strong; she felt like she was suffocating, so she stomped her feet behind her with all her might. The tall man groaned, clearly hurt by Yun's actions. Yun felt the "iron clamp" around her waist loosen, and she tried to free herself from the other hand on her face. However, the man delivered a swift chop to the back of Xiao Xiaoyun's head, causing her to see stars and lose the ability to resist. Her backpack slipped from her shoulder to her feet.

The

masked man who suddenly appeared and attacked Yun was Mi Jian. He had secretly sabotaged the ignition of Xiao Xiaoyun's red magnolia car and had been following her, waiting for his chance. The appearance of the wolf almost ruined his plans. But when Xiao Xiaoyun frantically ran into the stadium, Mi Jian knew this beautiful girl was no match for him. He took a shortcut, waiting by the stone steps Xiao Xiaoyun passed, and launched a surprise attack when she wasn't paying attention. Mi Jian's chop indeed temporarily rendered Xiao Xiaoyun unable to resist, and he dragged her into the dark stadium. Passing the entrance to the stands, Mi Jian dragged Xiao Xiaoyun's soft body to the unused basement.

Xiao Xiaoyun's senses gradually returned. She suddenly realized she was being dragged forward in a pitch-black place and immediately remembered the attack a few minutes earlier.

"Could it be him again?"

Her head throbbed with pain, but she hadn't lost her ability to think. She looked up at the lecherous man beside her. He was about 1.8 meters tall and very strong. He wore a stocking over his head and gloves, clearly not an ordinary thug, and judging from his physique, he wasn't the "wild wolf" from before. Xiao Xiaoyun's heart skipped a beat. "Oh no, I've run into a real pervert. What should I do this time?"

With a loud crash, like an iron gate being pushed open, Xiao Xiaoyun felt herself being thrown to the ground. She closed her eyes, expecting to be badly injured, but the moment she hit the ground, it felt soft like a mattress. She wasn't injured at all, and didn't even feel any pain.

A sharp "crack" sounded as the power was switched on. Xiao Xiaoyun, who had been battling darkness for a long time, was suddenly enveloped in a blinding light, the bright glare making it impossible for her to open her eyes. After her eyes adjusted, she finally saw where she was—a room of about a thousand square feet, painted a dark green, with all the windows boarded up, and thick protective mats piled on the floor. This was clearly one of the rooms in a gymnasium, perhaps a place for judo or wrestling practice. Because of the recent renovations, the air was thick with the smell of paint, and Xiao Xiaoyun coughed softly. Lying on the protective mats, she secretly glanced at the man beside her. His tall frame seemed even more cruel and tyrannical, and she was worried about the treatment she would receive.

Mi Jian kicked off one of his boots; his toes were slightly red and swollen. He hadn't expected Xiao Xiaoyun to resist him and even stomp on his foot. He glared fiercely at the girl beside him; her fair skin, heaving breasts, and rounded feet directly stimulated his senses. Mi Jian walked over step by step, placing his foot on Xiao Xiaoyun's soft breasts and kneading them. The beautiful girl beneath his feet trembled slightly, desperately trying to protect her breasts.

Mi Jian carefully examined the beautiful woman he had longed for: 1.65 meters tall, she possessed the mature charm of a 21-year-old; a delicate and beautiful face, dark and bright almond-shaped eyes, small and rosy lips, a thin silver necklace adorning her slender neck with a translucent jade pendant; her skin a perfect milky white, without a single flaw; her arms delicate and white, even and soft, like two pieces of carved jade; her legs long and slender, tender and alluring; her ten adorable toes neatly arranged like ten silkworms. Although hidden beneath her bra, her breasts appeared hemispherical in shape and of moderate size, rising and falling gently with her breath. Her large, round-necked, coffee-colored, short-sleeved dress was made of sheer fabric, creating a semi-transparent effect. Despite being double-layered with overlapping fabric at the chest and lower abdomen, the outline of her bra was still faintly visible under the bright light at close range. The shallow, wide neckline and short sleeves accentuated her smooth, delicate shoulders, and the form-fitting dress displayed her slender waist and rounded hips without reservation. "No wonder she's the school beauty," Mi Jian thought to himself, "truly a stunning beauty, one in a million." He slowly squatted down and reached out to gently caress Xiao Xiaoyun through her clothes. Xiao Xiaoyun shuddered as if electrocuted, shrinking back. Mi Jian grabbed her arm and pulled her back to his side.

"No, please, don't!" Xiao Xiaoyun cried out her first plea.

Mi Jian pushed Xiao Xiaoyun down onto the mat, pinning her wrists down with one hand to prevent her from struggling, while his other hand impatiently reached for her thin dress. Xiao Xiaoyun's legs kicked and struggled to prevent Mi Jian from succeeding.

Mi Jian, enraged, grabbed the hem of the dress and ripped it open, revealing a tear in the beautiful fabric. He took the opportunity to slip his hand inside and caress her.

Mi Jian had already removed his gloves, and Xiao Xiaoyun could clearly feel his large, hairy hand gripping her thigh tightly. The delicate skin was smooth and supple; Mi Jian squeezed it hard, finding it elastic and soft. He then began to savor the voluptuous body of this young woman. Mi Jian's hand reached the inside of Xiao Xiaoyun's thigh; the delicate skin unique to young women made all the pores on his body open. His hand continued to move upwards, soon touching the most sensitive spot for a woman—the mons pubis. Although he couldn't see it, Mi Jian could clearly feel that cute little mound under his fingers, so he began to knead it through her underwear.

"Ah...

"

Xiao Xiaoyun groaned. She was still a virgin, how could she resist such an invasion? Her soft thighs tensed instantly, and her long, slender fingers clenched tightly together. Only one thought occupied her mind: only by breaking out of this room could she have a chance to escape. So Xiao Xiaoyun struggled even harder, twisting her body and thrusting her knee towards Mi Jian's lower body. The force that erupted in the critical moment made Mi Jian let out a cry of pain. Just as Mi Jian was about to continue his actions, he was caught off guard by Xiao Xiaoyun's sudden counterattack and felt a sharp pain in his lower body, forcing him to release his grip. The prey in the trap. Just as he clutched his groin, Xiao Xiaoyun used all her strength to push him to the ground and rushed towards the iron gate. Mi Jian reached out to grab Yun's raised arm, but it was too late; he only managed to tear off the knot at the top of her sleeve. Xiao Xiaoyun still rushed past him. Mi Jian endured the pain and got up, lunging at Yun's back, but still couldn't catch her. Yun had already reached the iron gate, but a huge steel lock firmly secured it. Yun couldn't open it at all. She pounded on the iron gate with all her might, desperately crying out, "Help me, help me!" Her clear voice echoed in the room. Yun turned around, her back against the iron door, terror overwhelming her. Mi Jian had caught up by then, limping from the pain. Looking at the beautiful girl, trembling with nowhere to escape, his lust burned fiercely. The two faced off, the situation completely in Mi Jian's hands. Yun desperately tried to back away, but she had nowhere to retreat. Mi Jian was enraged by this brave girl; she had not only rejected him time and time again, but had also almost hurt him. He wanted to take revenge on her, to completely conquer her. So he approached the helpless girl step by step, and then punched her hard in the stomach.

"Ah..." Yun screamed, the violent impact causing her to double over. Then, another heavy blow landed on her back, and Yun immediately knelt on the mat. Mi Jian grabbed Yun's soft, long hair and pulled hard. Yun's beautiful face was pulled back, her fair and delicate features contorted in agony, her bright eyes already brimming with tears. Mi Jian slapped Yun twice more, wiping her of her strength and disorientation, thus extinguishing any will to resist. Yun's delicate, fair face turned pink. Mi Jian didn't continue hitting her. He didn't want to cripple such a beautiful woman so quickly; he needed a beautiful prey, so that raping her would bring a more intense pleasure. He grabbed Yun's long, black hair and dragged her back to the center of the room.

Mi Jian lifted the hem of Yun's dress high, tearing it open forcefully from bottom to top. With a "rip," a long tear appeared in the coffee-colored dress from the hem to the waist, revealing her snow-white, jade-like thighs. Mi Jian used a little more force, and the entire dress was torn in two, this time revealing Yun's pink panties.

"Ah, stop! Please, I'll give you anything, just don't do this to me!" Yun covered her private parts with her hands and cried out in anguish. The masked Mi Jian remained silent, then reached out and grabbed the round neckline of the dress. Amid Yun's desperate pleas, a piece of fabric was torn from the front of the dress, revealing the pink bra and its straps. Mi Jian threw away the fabric in his hand, then ripped off the sleeve that was already half-lost. Because of the excessive force, one of Yun's bra straps was also torn off her shapely shoulder. Yun's upper body was almost completely exposed; beneath the pink bra, the shape of her beautiful breasts was vaguely visible, and a few inches of flawless, snow-white skin were exposed between the two cups. The gently rising, soft curves were clearly visible, even the shallow cleavage between her breasts shyly appeared before Mi Jian's eyes. Yun lowered her head, blocking Mi Jian's lewd gaze, one hand tightly covering her chest, and slowly crawled on the mat. Mi Jian followed behind, one foot on her ankle. He stood beside Yun, lifted her ankle, and bent her knees to 90 degrees. He gently rubbed Yun's pair of fair and smooth calves with the back of his hand, then broke the straps of Yun's coffee-colored flat sandals. Yun then felt the restraint on her feet disappear, and the shoes were kicked far away by Mi Jian to the corner of the wall. Mi Jian looked at Yun's fair, clean, delicate, and glossy soles, his lust rising, and he bent down, grabbed them in his hand, and kissed them. Mi Jian straddled Yun and began relentlessly tearing at her tattered dress. With a series of "shh, shh" sounds, the lower part of the dress was ripped into strips of fabric, scattering around Yun. Yun's smooth, snow-white thighs and round, plump buttocks were gradually revealed. Pushing aside the dress, now reduced to countless shreds, Mi Jian grabbed the last remaining belt. With a "rip," the sound of tearing fabric was so clear in the quiet night. Yun was left only in her pink underwear.

Mi Jian finally stopped, panting, and didn't continue to undress Yun. Yun lay on her side on the mat, sobbing, like a wounded lamb, completely defenseless. So Mi Jian stepped on Yun's face with his bare feet and began to unbuckle his belt.

A stench emanated from Mi Jian's feet, making Yun feel nauseous. She closed her eyes tightly, hearing the sound of clothes falling beside her. Then she felt her body being positioned on her back, and then a warm object pressed down heavily, tightly wrapping around her. Yun's whole body was instantly surrounded by a ball of burning coals; she felt herself being bound tighter and tighter, the damp heat gradually weakening her. 01-10 Section 4: The Violence

Mi Jian tore Yun's skirt to shreds, stripped naked himself, and then pounced on Yun's snow-white, jade-like body. He panted heavily, greedily rubbing against Yun's delicate body. High-powered spotlights illuminated the stuffy room like daytime. Mi Jian's bloodshot eyes stared brazenly at the girl's snow-white, half-naked, exquisitely curvaceous body beneath him. Most of her shapely, beautiful skin was exposed; pink underwear clung tightly to her equally high breasts and buttocks, provoking even more desire than if she were completely naked. Her soft, sculpted lines unconsciously exuded allure and sensuality. Her dazzling white skin was being displayed to a stranger for the first time, revealing both girlish shyness and the allure of a mature woman. Mi Jian suddenly released her soft, beautiful body, gazing at her in a daze. He was somewhat bewildered. He had never violated another girl before, yet now he was indeed raping her, and the girl he deeply loved. He couldn't help but hesitate. Yun was surprised to find a look of confusion in the masked lecher's eyes. Yun struggled to escape towards the window, Mi Jian following behind, his gaze fixed on her glistening skin. He didn't hinder her escape. In the midst of fear and repeated pursuit, Yun's virginity had forgotten shame and embarrassment. Even in her underwear, she didn't care. As long as she could escape, as long as she wasn't raped, what more could she ask for? Her radiant, snow-white body, even in her escape, exuded a beauty and allure unlike any other girl. She remained so noble, like his goddess, unattainable. This deeply attracted Mi Jian, yet also deeply wounded him.

He had never felt a sense of submission before, but facing Yun's half-naked body, he did. Perhaps it was the repeated unrequited love that had cast a shadow of frustration over him. This shadow gradually developed into hatred and desire, and only violence and possession could quell the raging flames of lust. This was perhaps the true reason he wanted to rape his goddess.

In an instant, the struggle of reason was finally overwhelmed by lust. Yun's warm and alluring body, with its infinitely delicate softness, ignited the beast within Mi Jian, transforming him into a true lecher.

He reverted to his lecherous nature, pouncing on Yun's pristine body.

Yun had already reached the window, still with nowhere to escape. There was no longer any chance; Mi Jian had pounced from behind, grabbing her once more. Mi Jian embraced Yun from behind, and the two fell onto the mat. Mi Jian's penis stood erect, pressing against Yun's back, and his hands began to pull down her panties. The pink thong was torn down a little, then a little more, revealing most of her snow-white, round buttocks. Yun screamed and resisted, covering her chest with her hands, but the small panties could not be pulled down any further.

"I'll have to resort to force." Mi Jian ripped the small panties into several pieces with his large hand. He tore off the pieces along with the panty's belt, leaving Yun's lower body exposed before him. Mi Jian immediately saw the dark forest tightly pressed between her snow-white legs, the mysterious Garden of Eden.

"No! Please let me go! Waaah..." Yun's pleas were drowned out by sobs. Mi Jian didn't stop. He grabbed Yun's arms from behind and then ripped off the last piece of clothing, her bra.

A pair of delicate, dewy breasts, like jade peaches, were revealed with a slight tremor. The hemispherical breasts were of moderate size, with exceptionally soft lines and an exceptionally white complexion, the smooth, delicate skin shimmering with a white, translucent luster. The pointed nipples were slightly upturned, the two small, round, rosy points on top like two blooming red plum blossoms proudly standing under the dazzling lights amidst a blanket of white snow. The broken shoulder strap and bra cup simultaneously detached from Yun's body, falling silently onto the thick, soft cushions. Yun only felt a sudden chill envelop her entire body; she was now completely naked. This utterly naked, snow-white body was immediately surrounded by another naked body.

Mi Jian embraced Yun tightly, his chest pressed against her smooth, jade-like back, his lower abdomen against her soft, full buttocks, their bodies tightly intertwined. He lowered his head and kissed the back of Yun's neck, then gently bit it. The delicate skin carried the fresh scent of blooming lotus flowers. Yun cried out softly, leaving two faint red teeth marks on her fair neck. His hands roamed over Yun's smooth, white skin, as if it were satin, yearning to touch every inch of her pristine beauty. Mi Jian excitedly grasped the pair of long-desired, glistening breasts, kneading their fullness and teasing their delicate nipples. Their softness and elasticity transported him to paradise. These flawless, snow-white breasts, so smooth and warm, seemed to melt in his hands. He wanted to shout: these beautiful, dreamlike breasts now belonged to him, Mi Jian.

Mi Jian's hands slowly slid down, circling Yun's flat stomach. Several times his fingers touched the slightly raised mound of her lower abdomen. Each time he passed that beautiful arc, Yun's delicate body trembled involuntarily, her previously bent and crossed thighs straightening. Mi Jian's fingers continued to slide, lingering on her soft buttocks, caressing her rounded, cool, snow-white skin. Mi Jian lowered his head, leaving warm, moist kisses on Yun's snowy buttocks. The smooth arc of her buttocks quickly transitioned into her long, slightly undulating legs. Mi Jian tightly gripped Yun's lower body, rubbing incessantly, the coarse hair on his feet prickling against Yun's fair thighs, bringing a sensation that was both itchy and painful. His lips moved down little by little until they reached Yun's smooth, jade-like feet. Yun's feet were unadorned, appearing exceptionally white. Mi Jian held these jade-like calves in his arms, licking and kissing the clean soles of her feet with a mesmerizing fascination. He felt his groin tighten, his engorged penis, as large as a child's arm, pressed against Yun's buttocks, the bright red glans heaving maliciously, licking at Yun's tender perineum. Yun's lips parted slightly, her eyebrows furrowed, the waves of stimulation in her lower body quickly making her lose her senses, and she couldn't help but moan softly. Seeing how sensitive Yun was to stimulation of her genitals, Mi Jian became even more excited. He laid Yun flat on the mat, grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart, completely exposing Yun's Garden of Eden, then put his head between her legs.

Yun gasped and curled up, trying to squeeze her legs together, but her two fair thighs were still mercilessly spread apart, her sacred and inviolable virgin territory now directly in Mi Jian's view.

"No, don't do this," Yun's voice was so weak it was almost inaudible. Mi Jian buried his head between Yun's legs, his cheek rubbing against the inside of her thighs, while his tongue licked and sucked at the delicate, white skin on both sides. He held Yun's slender, soft waist and slowly approached her private parts. Ah, it was right in front of him! Mi Jian's heart cheered. What a wonderful place this was. Although Mi Jian had acquired enough sex knowledge from the internet, this was the first time he had ever seen a real virgin's vulva so closely. He stared intently at the mysterious triangle between Yun's legs, a triangle that had never been exposed before. The perineum hidden at the base of her snow-white thighs was such a tender pink. Below the rounded mons pubis, a triangular patch of black pubic hair continued. Mi Jian reached out a finger and gently brushed aside the slightly curled pubic hair; it was very light and soft. Below the black pubic hair was the entrance to the rich and deep valley. Mi Jian saw two pale red, delicate, and plump fleshy shells, like a jade gate tightly closed; it must be the labia majora. Mi Jian stretched out his fingers and pried open the jade gate. Wow, there was another small door inside, and the tiny hole peeking out from within must be Yun's little pussy. Without saying a word, Mi Jian kissed the pink jade gate, finding it incredibly tender, and began

to suck on it with a "sizzling" sound. Yun's lower body felt a tingling, electric shock-like sensation; she tried to close her legs, but Mi Jian's head was pressed between them.

"Ah...ah..." Yun gripped the cushion tightly, her whole body almost convulsing. Her delicate vulva, teased by Mi Jian's tongue, gradually opened, and a warm, clear liquid slowly flowed from her vagina. Mi Jian tasted it; it was sweet and sour, and he licked even more vigorously.

Yun's thighs tightened together, her feet twisting together, but she couldn't escape Mi Jian's licking and sucking.

An unprecedented urge surged within her like a raging flood, unstoppable. Yun felt her heart pounding faster and faster, and she moaned incessantly. More and more liquid flowed from her vagina, gradually wetting her soft pubic hair. Mi Jian looked at Yun's trembling breasts and tear-streaked cheeks, his erect penis growing thicker and harder. He felt he couldn't hold back any longer, so he stopped licking her vulva, turned around, and straddled Yun. Mi Jian placed Yun's legs on his shoulders and began adjusting the angle between his penis and her vagina.

Before engaging in his first sexual intercourse, he readjusted his penis one last time, then slowly bent down, preparing for the final, long-awaited thrust. He guided the head of his penis with his hand, slowly but resolutely penetrating Yun's love cunt. Yun, whose perineum was being continuously licked and sucked by Mi Jian, had fallen into a state of semi-consciousness and semi-madness. Mi Jian's sudden stop gave her a chance to catch her breath. Yun felt her legs being lifted high, a position that made her extremely ashamed. She slowly opened her eyes, but was immediately horrified by the sight before her: a bright red penis, as thick as a flashlight, was waving and thrusting towards her perineum! Yun screamed, "What are you trying to do? Let go! No!!" Yun desperately tried to close her legs, but it was too late. Mi Jian's strong arms had firmly grasped her snow-white buttocks, and his huge penis swayed and pressed between her two jade gates. Before entering Yun's body, Mi Jian gazed deeply at the beautiful girl, then thrust his hips forward, sending his penis straight into the secret passage Yun had guarded for 21 years.

"No... Ah!" With a scream from Yun, Mi Jian's penis accurately and powerfully entered the warm and narrow vagina. On his

first penetration, Mi Jian felt resistance after only a few inches.

"It must be the hymen," his intuition and knowledge told him. So Mi Jian concentrated all his strength on the glans, pushing the thin hymen to its limit. He thrust his penis forward with all his might, and after a moment of thunder and lightning, he clearly felt the resistance suddenly lessen, and his penis suddenly penetrated more than halfway. It's done, the hymen is broken! Mi Jian was incredibly excited, I have my own woman! "Ah! Stop! Ouch!!!!" Yun suddenly felt an extremely intense pain inside her body and let out a shrill scream. She knew that her hymen had been ruthlessly broken, and the pain in her body and mind made her cry out in agony.

On their first time together, and without sufficient lubrication, Yun's virgin vagina was unusually narrow. Mi Jian's thick penis was tightly surrounded by her secret passage, leaving no gaps, making penetration very difficult. Yun's vulva was extremely dilated, the delicate pink already replaced by a purplish-red.

"It hurts!! Stop!!"

She violently thrashed her upper body, her long, black hair disheveled and scattered across her chest, resembling a figure in a traditional Chinese painting. Mi Jian knew that if he forced entry, her delicate vagina would definitely tear, so he stopped his glans from advancing and slowly rotated his body, grinding his penis against her to widen the stretched vaginal walls. The intense pain of losing her virginity had just subsided when Yun was tormented by another tearing sensation from her lower body; she almost fainted. However, Mi Jian did not do that; he did not want to rape the motionless Yun. So he withdrew slightly, almost completely withdrawing his penis from Yun's body, and a large amount of clear fluid mixed with specks of bright red immediately flowed from the entrance of her secret passage. This dazzling color was the most precious virgin blood. Mi Jian looked at the bloodstains clinging to his penis, a surprised smile appearing on his face behind the mask. He thrust back in before fully withdrawing. This time, his penis finally broke through all the obstacles in the secret passage, successfully striking the tender bud deep within Eden. Mi Jian's glans found a smooth, soft haven at the end of the mysterious passage. This unopened palace of a beautiful maiden now opened its tightly closed doors to welcome its first distinguished guest. Mi Jian pulled his penis out a little more, then gently began to thrust... Yun lay

flat on the soft cushion in the middle of the room, her white legs spread open, bent and fixed in front of Mi Jian. The excruciating pain in her lower body made her feel like she was dying; even the slightest movement brought unbearable agony. In extreme terror and pain, Yun's body was as if frozen. The enormous penis continued to churn and writhe inside her, each thrust and withdrawal intensifying the pain.

"Please...please...don't...!"

"...Don't fuck me anymore...it really...hurts...it hurts!" Even pride and reserve couldn't withstand this excruciating pain. Yun's hands gripped the cushions tightly, her knuckles bent and bloodless. She dared not move, only her chest heaving violently. Mi Jian remained silent, continuing to "

gently" "caress" Yun's delicate body with his penis. Yun felt the penis's movements becoming increasingly skilled. After the initial warm-up, the penis began to rhythmically attack her body. Each time it passed the middle of her passage, the penis would stop and grind back and forth, and Yun would be completely overwhelmed by a rapid surge of pleasure. Then, the penis would rush into the depths of her passage with lightning speed, directly kissing her smooth cervix, and Yun would feel her whole body enveloped in a fierce storm. Although Yun was still weakly resisting, to onlookers it was nothing more than violent trembling of her body.

Mi Jian He leaned forward, his hands once again grasping her firm, white breasts, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth, licking and sucking. Yun's fair body was completely under Mi Jian's control, unable to move. Soon, her skin turned a rosy white, and fine beads of sweat appeared between her breasts. Aside from her panting and moaning, Yun was becoming nothing more than a puppet, completely at his mercy. With repeated thrusting, Yun's vagina overflowed with nectar, each thrust of his large penis producing a loud sound. Yun was utterly lost in ecstasy; her fingers dug deeply into Mi Jian's thick muscles, all she could remember was the shame of losing her virginity.

Mi Jian quickly changed the position of the beautiful woman beneath him. He turned Yun over, placing her weight on her bent knees, positioning her in a kneeling position. He carefully examined her high, round, snowy buttocks, forcefully spreading them apart. He exposed the secret vagina hidden deep between her buttocks, and then continued thrusting from behind.

He was a natural sex machine, tirelessly operating at high speed. Yun's fresh, beautiful, and vibrant naked body could not escape the fate of being defiled. Amidst Yun's painful moans, Mi Jian increased the pressure between their bodies. His penis no longer withdrew, but pressed tightly against the smooth cervix. He inhaled and exhaled forcefully, his lower abdomen contracting and expanding, spraying his long-accumulated, scalding semen into Yun's body. Yun cried out in terror, "No! Don't do this

!" But the viscous liquid had already penetrated every corner of her uterus. The last drop of semen shot out, and the huge penis turned into a limp snake, lying in the grayish-white semen stains and bright red blood streaks.

Mi Jian and Yun collapsed to the ground at the same time.

Chapter Five: The True Face of a Beast

Yun had been lying there for an unknown amount of time. She hoped that if she fainted, she would not have to feel that excruciating pain. The pain and humiliation in her heart were something she wished she could never wake up from, but she didn't. She could only endure the lustful ravages of the pervert on her body in endless sorrow and shame. The room light still shone brightly, illuminating her exquisitely sculpted body, shimmering with a soft, alluring glow, as if trying to drape her naked form with a thin garment.

The humiliation seemed to have faded away; Yun watched as the masked beast dressed and left the room. She struggled to sit up; her smooth, flowing hair was now disheveled, her once pristine skin was now covered in filth, and her tender, mysterious lower body was a mess. Yet her face remained beautiful, her skin still smooth and white, as if the brutal moment had never happened. Yun laboriously picked up a corner of her tattered dress from the floor, barely managing to cover her chest. All her clothes had been torn to shreds; she could barely find any cloth to cover herself.

She didn't know what time it was, but a few gusts of cold wind seeped in through the cracks in the window. Yun hugged her trembling body with her icy hands, sobbing softly. She refused to believe what she was seeing; she had been raped. In this godforsaken place, a man had not only brutally beaten her but also violently raped her.

"God, why me? Why is this happening?" Silence reigned all around; no one could hear the poor woman's cries.

Yun slowly stood up, gritting her teeth as she walked towards the door. With each step, her inner thighs burned, forcing her to spread her legs wide. The large steel padlock on the iron door was gone; the door was ajar. Yun pushed open the paint-smelling door and staggered out of the terrifying room. It was still pitch black outside, but Yun could tell she was in the lower level of the stadium stands. The empty stadium resembled a gaping maw of a demon, eerie and terrifying. Yun walked step by step down the stairs, her bare, jade-like feet touching the cold floor. It wasn't the coolness of early spring, but rather the chill of a snowy winter field, penetrating to her very core.

Yun was only draped in a few tattered pieces of cloth, most of her fair and delicate skin exposed to the air. The cold air in the gymnasium felt like a thousand little devils' hands, relentlessly groping her almost completely exposed white body. Yun forced herself to walk forward, her mind blank…

the gymnasium doors were in sight. Yun stepped onto the last step; the starry sky outside was now visible. Suddenly, a tall, dark figure appeared before her. Yun couldn't see his face, only the orange-red cigarette butt in his mouth and the white smoke rings that occasionally drifted out.

"It's him! He hasn't left yet!" Yun cried out in surprise. The dark figure indeed threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out, slowly walking towards Yun.

"Get away, don't come any closer!"

"…" The dark figure showed no sign of stopping. Yun's fragile heart couldn't withstand another blow, and her weak body was too exhausted to escape. She swayed a few times before collapsing at the end of the stone steps.

The masked man caught her as she fell, supporting her smooth back with one hand and her snow-white thighs with the other, pulling her into his arms before disappearing again into the empty darkness of the gymnasium.

Mi Jian left in a state of intense excitement and fear. He had spent months planning this day.

Everything was proceeding as he had imagined: sabotaging Wendy's motorcycle, tracking her, preparing the ambush. That wretched Wild Wolf had almost ruined his plans, but in the end, it had led Yun into his trap. He easily subdued her, stripped her naked, and raped her.

To have obtained such a beautiful virgin body on his first rape was almost unbelievable to Mi Jian. Afraid of being recognized, he remained silent, and even after it was over, he fled hastily. Walking along the school path, he kept thinking about Yun's soft, white body. Was it really going to end like this? He kept asking himself. Such a beautiful girl, only once? He was incredibly reluctant. No, he had to completely control her to satisfy his desires anytime, anywhere. He changed his mind, rushed back to his dormitory to get his camera, and then returned to the gymnasium. He intercepted her again. Holding Yun's curvaceous body, Mi Jian felt his penis begin to harden again.

"Where are you taking me?" Yun noticed that the masked man hadn't taken her back to her original room, but instead went straight to the top terrace of the gymnasium. Yun was placed on the terrazzo floor. She closed her eyes, waiting to be humiliated once more, but the masked man didn't take any further action.

"Who are you?" Yun asked. There was no answer, only silence. The masked man just stared blankly at Yun, marveling at the natural beauty and nobility bestowed upon her by heaven. He slowly removed the mask from his head.

"It's you! It was you all along!" Yun's clear eyes blazed with extreme rage.

"Mi Jian, you beast!" After discovering the beast's true identity, Yun finally erupted like a volcano. "I'm going to kill you!"

She kicked and punched Mi Jian wildly.

"...You didn't expect that, did you? I'll be your first man."

"I hate you! I'll definitely expose you!" Yun fiercely struck Mi Jian's body.

Mi Jian, driven to desperation, slapped Yun's delicate face.

"You slut, liking you is an honor for you. Other women, I wouldn't even look at. And you dared to reject me. I'll teach you a lesson you won't be able to handle." As he spoke, Mi Jian stripped Yun of her tattered clothes, exposing her fair body completely naked once again. Then he turned on his camera and began taking rapid, continuous photos.

"No, don't do this, stop!" Yun was blinded by the bright spotlight in the dark night and could only desperately struggle her snow-white body. Mi Jian stepped on Yun's delicate ankle and took pictures of Yun's still swollen perineum. Yun's struggles gradually weakened, and Mi Jian took the opportunity to change positions and take nude photos of Yun from various angles.

"Listen carefully, from today onwards, you belong to me, Mi Jian, alone.

Don't make any rash moves, otherwise, hmph, you don't want these photos to circulate in every corner of the campus.

" Yun's small mouth was pressed tightly to the ground, her fair face was trampled like a piece of white sugar cake, and tears silently streamed from her eyes. The camera shutter was close to Yun's perineum, breasts, and face, flashing incessantly. With these photos, Mi Jian had already possessed Yun both physically and mentally.

A roll of film was quickly finished. Mi Jian put down the camera and began to caress and knead Yun's firm, high breasts. He no longer had any worries and could leisurely enjoy the most beautiful body on campus. Yun felt her whole body tighten, as if she had been firmly held. Her breasts were tightly gripped by Mi Jian's large hands, and her small pink nipples quickly swelled and hardened under the stimulation of Mi Jian's fingers, like two ripe red cherries.

"...Please...please...spare...me...please..." Yun's soft lips were immediately sealed by a large mouth, leaving her breathless. Mi Jian pounced on the helpless Yun like a hungry tiger. His grown penis quickly and skillfully found its way to her, adjusted its position, and then thrust in sharply to the very end.

Chapter Six: Endless Tribulations

"Ah!! Ugh!! Ouch! I beg you, please stop fucking me, I can't take it anymore." Yun felt as if her center had been struck again, and her still-painful lower body gushed out copious amounts of honey-like fluid once more.

Mi Jian's penis began to work again, in sync with his hands constantly flicking and pinching her glistening breasts, his red penis thrusting in and out, sometimes slowly, sometimes rapidly. Yun's sanity was almost shattered; she trembled and wept amidst the endless humiliation. But she gradually felt a strange change in her body. The pain in her lower body was still intense, but it seemed less unbearable than before. An unprecedented impulse rose from her lower abdomen, causing her to involuntarily embrace Mi Jian's body. The physical reaction made her involuntarily murmur in her sleep. Mi Jian quickly noticed this subtle change, so he thrust even harder. The two lay on their sides, Mi Jian's legs holding her vulva in place, moving back and forth, his hands reaching out from under Yun's armpits, tightly grasping her pair of fair breasts. Yun trembled incessantly, but her body was completely relaxed like cotton, all resistance and escape ceased. Yun completely opened her body to Mi Jian, welcoming his thrusts, experiencing the gradually intensifying pleasure. Her smooth forehead, neck, cleavage, back, and thighs were all wet, and her long, flowing hair was soaked with sweat, clumped together and scattered on the ground. Two burning bodies embraced tightly on the cool stone ground, reaching climax simultaneously. With another powerful ejaculation of Mi Jian's thick semen, Yun trembled violently as she endured the impact. On this deserted mountain terrace, a man and a woman finally completed their first sexual intercourse.

"Yun, you're so beautiful. Don't cry, you're my woman now, I'll take care of you." Mi Jian gently caressed Xiao Xiaoyun's firm breasts.

"You...beast! I hate you!" Yun was so grief-stricken she could barely speak.

"Think it over yourself, you have no other choice. I'll come back to you." Mi Jian left those words and his shirt behind, turning and driving away without looking back. Yun was left sitting alone on the ground, looking at her ravaged, naked body. She covered her face and wept bitterly. With those shameful photos, what choice did she have?

It was another busy Monday morning. On the campus road, Mi Jian drove his dazzling silver BMW, arrogantly overtaking groups of motorcyclists. Everyone was astonished to see that the beautiful woman sitting beside the driver was their school beauty—Xiao Xiaoyun.

A motorcyclist was pulled to the side of the road by a BMW. Just as he was about to lash out, he was shocked to discover a couple inside the car. His mouth gaped open, and after a long pause, he finally managed to stammer, "Damn, this guy really got the school beauty!"

The campus was once again bustling with activity.

Chapter 41: A Modern Pervert's Tale: Li Yingying - The Coercion of Nude Photos.

Section 1: The New English Teacher.

In the bright and sunny month of September, the English Department at Gulf University welcomed another batch of new students. On the afternoon before the start of the semester, the English department teachers, as usual, sat down in the spacious conference room of the department office building. Department Head Pro. Newton and the principal entered the conference room with a young, beautiful, and dignified lady, and the noisy atmosphere immediately subsided. All the teachers simultaneously gazed at the beautiful young woman in a suit behind the principal, involuntarily exclaiming in their hearts: Wow, she's so beautiful! The principal smiled and looked around at everyone, then invited the shy-looking girl to the front, saying, "Happy new school year, teachers! I'm sure you all had a wonderful holiday. Today, I'd like to introduce a new colleague—Ms. Li Yingying. Let's welcome Ms. Li Yingying with applause." As soon as the principal finished speaking, enthusiastic applause erupted in the meeting room.

"Hello everyone, I'm Li Yingying. If you'd like, you can call me Rachel. I look forward to your guidance and support in the future,"

Li Yingying said with a smile and a bow to express her gratitude. And so, the new school year began.

Rachel's life at Gulf University started exceptionally smoothly. Trusting a young woman who had just earned her master's degree, the department assigned her to teach English to the first-year students. The professors in the department were all intelligent, elegant, and charming. Under their careful guidance, Rachel quickly became familiar with her work, and her linguistic proficiency gradually became apparent. Her clear thinking and unique teaching style quickly won the students' approval, and her outstanding figure and beauty made her the focus of attention on campus. The number of students attending her class surged from a dozen to over 180. Rachel wasn't surprised by this start, as she had always been confident in her appearance and abilities. Even at night, when she sat under the lamp, writing and confiding her longing for her husband in Australia, she didn't hide her confidence. She had fallen in love with everything here. The beautiful and peaceful campus, the joyful work, the friendly colleagues, and the bright and lovely students—this was simply the ideal life for a teacher.

"Peter, how I long for you to come back to me soon. This beautiful seaside city will be our best home." With longing for her husband and dreams of a bright future, Rachel drifted off to sleep.

The second section, "The Wolf's Stalking, " read

, "Good afternoon everyone! Today we are going to talk about animals in the American continent." It was another sunny afternoon, and as usual, the spacious classroom was packed with students. Rachel smiled at the pairs of attentive eyes below the podium and began her lively lecture. Her clear, bright eyes sparkled with intelligence, and the sea of dark heads below the podium were drawn into a wondrous world by her melodious voice. In a corner of the classroom, a student sat half-submerged, dressed no differently from the others—a t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and small glasses perched on his nose. However, the books open on his desk weren't first-year textbooks; the books in his drawer indicated he was a third-year student. Of course, the other students didn't know this ordinary-looking young man wasn't their classmate. This third-year student lowered his head, but his eyes were fixed intently on Yingying, who was lecturing diligently—more intently than anyone else in the classroom. He wasn't listening; his eyes didn't reveal a thirst for knowledge, but rather something like… animalistic lust!

"Ring..." Another class ended, and the students crowded around Yingying, the quiet classroom suddenly becoming lively. No one noticed the strange young man quietly picking up his textbook and leaving. As he passed the podium, he glanced back at the beautiful Yingying, a strange smile suddenly appearing on his lips. He didn't stop, walking gracefully out of the classroom. From then on, every afternoon, whenever it was Yingying's class, this young man would be seen. He always sat quietly in a corner of the classroom, not saying a word, making him almost unnoticed. However, every move Yingying made was observed by his sharp eyes, like a wolf patiently waiting for its prey. He would occasionally jot down a few strokes in his notebook. No one had ever seen what he wrote in it. On the edge of the notebook was a black stamp. Those who knew seal script would recognize the pattern on the stamp as a name—Mi Jian!

Mi Jian had been attending the freshman class for three weeks now, and only 25 days had passed since the start of the semester. In fact, he had heard about Li Yingying's arrival from his junior classmates long ago. Although he always looked down on the younger male students in the university, he never missed any news that interested him. Li Yingying's name had already taken flight, becoming the talk of the town among all the male students in the school. How could Mi Jian not know about it? He had even learned everything about Li Yingying, including her age, hometown, address, husband's occupation, hobbies, and even her height, weight, and measurements—all of course, he had found this information by hacking into the school's computer files. This young and beautiful female teacher had become his next target. He began to secretly follow Li Yingying and record her daily activities in a notebook, a technique he learned from a detective software called "Tracking and Tracking" that he had downloaded from the internet. He entered Li Yingying's movements into the computer every day and soon discovered her routine: as a young female teacher whose husband was abroad and who had just joined a new school, Li Yingying had neither relatives nor close friends in the Gulf region. She lived alone in an apartment provided by the university for single teachers, her life unbelievably simple. Every day, besides preparing lessons and teaching, she swam and did bodybuilding at the campus faculty fitness center, occasionally tutoring students in the evenings. Otherwise, she stayed in her dormitory, with no other social activities. Even on Saturdays and Sundays, when most students had left for home and most teachers were out enjoying the weekend, she was always in her department office or computer room. Mi Jian, organizing his research data at the computer, thought to himself: "Such a young and beautiful woman, her life is so low-key and quiet. It would be a waste not to give her some comfort." He reached out and tore down a photo from the computer screen, kissing the beautiful image of long, flowing hair and a simple white dress. Holding the photo, he whispered, "Baby, I'm here!" The beautiful woman in the photo was none other than Li Yingying, the young female teacher Mi Jian had been secretly plotting to possess.

The third surprise attack

came on another weekend. On Friday afternoon, as the teachers were leaving get off work, they were discussing their plans for the next few days. Because of the public holiday, they would have a four-day weekend, and most of the English department teachers had their own plans. Rachel had just finished teaching and returned to the office when several people asked, "Rachel, what are your plans for the weekend?" Yingying smiled and replied, "I bought my train ticket for Sunday; I plan to go home the day after tomorrow. I heard you're planning to go diving, is that right?"

"Yes, I was planning to invite you to come along. Is your home far?"

"Not far, just two hours by high-speed train. I haven't been home in a long time, and I want to see my parents. Have fun!" "

I wish you a pleasant trip too. Bye!"

"Thank you! Bye!" Outside the office door, the setting sun cast a long shadow of a man, who seemed to be listening to the conversation inside. As a series of hurried footsteps approached the door, the man's figure vanished in a flash.

Night fell quickly, and the campus, bustling for a week, gradually quieted down. The lights in the classrooms and office buildings went out, and the student dormitories were no longer noisy. The dense woods echoed with the loud chirping of cicadas. Yingying returned to her dormitory and quickly dialed home. She planned to go home; she hadn't been with her mother in a long time and missed her parents dearly. She also had good news to tell them: her beloved husband would be returning home next month to visit! Yingying's face was filled with happiness; she was so happy she almost laughed out loud.

At that very moment, in another dormitory room, someone was laughing so hard he almost shouted with joy. This person was, of course, Mi Jian. He knew Yingying was going home the day after tomorrow. "Following her usual routine, she'll definitely go to the English department office tomorrow. The university's teaching area will be deserted then, giving me the perfect opportunity to make my move." Mi Jian was ecstatic; his chance had arrived. That night, both Mi Jian and Yingying slept soundly.

The next day, Saturday morning at nine o'clock. Yingying woke up to bright sunshine. Judging from the clear view outside the window, it was a beautiful, sunny day. After washing up and having breakfast, Yingying began to dress. She changed into a light gray-blue mid-sleeve V-neck t-shirt, a white A-line skirt, sheer nylon stockings, and cream-colored high-heeled shoes. She twirled in front of the mirror, her snow-white dress billowing as she looked back. Her skin was like snow, her hair like clouds, her figure slender and graceful. The youthful goddess who had driven all the boys in her department crazy during her university years appeared before her once more. She smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead, applied a thin layer of foundation, and a touch of lipstick. Then, she slung her handbag over her shoulder and headed towards the office building. It was Saturday, and as usual, she needed to go back to the department to prepare next week's lesson plans. More importantly, she needed to make an IP phone call with her husband in Australia. Although they had only been separated for six months, it felt like a long time for the newlywed couple, so she cherished their limited online time each week. Yingying entered the office building, took the elevator, and quickly reached the sixth floor. She opened the iron gate of her office door, walked down the long corridor, and then turned around and closed the gate. The office building was deserted, eerily quiet, but Yingying was already used to the tranquility. Her high heels clicked crisply on the concrete floor of the corridor until she entered an office at the end of the corridor. Yingying put down her handbag, sat down at her desk, and began reviewing next week's lecture notes. Time passed slowly in the stillness. After sitting for a while, Yingying felt thirsty, picked up her water glass, and went into the adjacent lecture hall. Meanwhile

, Mi Jian had already infiltrated the office building. He couldn't contain his nervous excitement, which was why he woke up at seven o'clock. His roommates had all left, and he quickly packed rope, a master key, condoms, a knife, and anesthetic into his green military-style backpack, then sneaked into the English department's office building under the cover of dawn.

Along the way, he was cautious and on guard, but he didn't see a single soul. With his intimate knowledge of the campus architecture, he took the elevator to the top floor, where the English Department's offices were located, and where Yingying frequented every weekend. The building housing the English Department was called the "Gao Weiwen Building," donated by an alumnus of Ocean University. Rectangular and six stories high, it was built against the hillside, with staircases on one side and long corridors connecting the various rooms on each floor. The English Department was on the sixth floor; at the end of the corridor was the department's lecture hall, and near the elevator was a locked iron gate. In the middle were the teachers' offices. Mi Jian already knew that Yingying's office was the innermost one. He took out the master key he had prepared and easily opened the iron gate.

He had originally planned to hide in Yingying's office and launch a surprise attack as soon as she entered, but for some reason, he changed his mind. He locked the iron gate again and went back to the seventh-floor rooftop to hide. In a state of anxiety and excitement, he kept checking his watch. Around ten o'clock, the familiar sound of high heels finally came from downstairs, followed by the sound of a door opening.

"They're here!" Mi Jian's heart rate was almost over 100 beats per minute. He carefully made his way downstairs, step by step approaching the open office, secretly clutching a can of highly effective anesthetic spray in his hand. Then he took a deep breath and rushed into the office. The bright and clean room was empty. A stack of manuscripts lay open on the large desk, and a white handbag hung diagonally on the back of the chair. Li Yingying was nowhere to be seen.

Mi Jian was puzzled, but he quickly hid the anesthetic spray. Just then, the thick soundproof door to the adjacent lecture hall was pushed open, and Yingying appeared before Mi Jian, holding a cup. Both of them were startled. Yingying was puzzled by the young man dressed like a student with a green backpack appearing in the office building at this time. She asked, "Are you a student? How did you get in?" Mi Jian was even more surprised to be discovered and was momentarily at a loss for words, only managing a stammering "Um." However, he quickly composed himself: "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm a second-year engineering student. I'm here to deliver something to Professor Lin Daolong."

"Oh, I see. But student, it's the weekend today, Professor Lin is on holiday and won't be back to work until next Tuesday. Should I pass it on to him?" Yingying said as she entered the office, seemingly having no recollection of this "student" in her mind. But she clearly still believed him; in her eyes, all students were honest and lovely, but she immediately paid the price for it.

"Come on, come in," Yingying beckoned to Mi Jian.

"It's nothing really, you can give it to the teacher too,"

Mi Jian said calmly as he entered the room and walked to Yingying's side.

"What is that?" Mi Jian handed the anesthetic nozzle to Yingying and suddenly pressed the button. A white mist-like liquid sprayed towards Yingying.

"Ugh..." Yingying felt a pungent smell hit her face. She took a breath and immediately felt dizzy.

Yingying quickly covered her mouth and nose with her hands. "Classmate, what are you doing?" Mi Jian leaned forward and continued spraying the medicine into Yingying's face. Yingying panicked and reached for a water glass on the table, then threw it at Mi Jian.

The glass hit Mi Jian's hand holding the sprayer, and the boiling water spilled out, scalding him. The sprayer clattered to the ground. Taking advantage of Mi Jian's momentary lapse in attention, Yingying pushed him away and ran towards the door.

Caught off guard, Mi Jian let Yingying rush out of the room. He knew that if he didn't subdue the female teacher, he would be in trouble, so he ignored the burning pain in his hand and chased after her.

Yingying dashed out and quickly crossed the corridor. Although her high heels prevented her from running too fast, and the sudden attack had thrown her into a panic, she knew that once she got into the elevator, she would have a chance to escape the man chasing her. Yingying ran and shouted, "Help! Help!"

She had reached the metal gate; pulling it open would take her to the elevator, but the heavy footsteps behind her were getting closer. She reached out to pull the gate, but it wouldn't budge. She pulled hard, but couldn't open it. The gate was locked with a large bicycle lock. Yingying turned around and saw Mi Jian almost in front of her. She pounded on the gate, crying, "Is anyone there?! Help me! Someone help me!"

"No one will hear you, my beauty!" Mi Jian's cold voice rang in her ears.

"I've locked the iron gate. You can't get out without the key." Mi Jian smiled and shook the key in his hand, moving closer and closer to Yingying's body. Yingying leaned against the iron gate, panting, watching the man approaching in terror.

"Who are you? What do you want? No, no, don't come any closer!" Yingying desperately retreated, her hands covering her chest, but she had nowhere to escape. Mi Jian reached out and grabbed Yingying's wrist, then forcefully pulled her in front of him. His hand was so strong that Yingying felt as if her wrists had been snapped. Mi Jian subdued Yingying in an instant, then used one hand to hold her around the waist and dragged her to the other end of the corridor. Yingying struggled fiercely, trying to steady herself and not retreat, her cries for help echoing clearly in the empty office building. Seeing that Yingying refused to give in, Mi Jian knew that continuing the struggle would be very disadvantageous for him, so he grabbed Yingying's lustrous hair with one hand, clenched his other fist, and then punched her hard in the abdomen. Yingying felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, unable to breathe, and her cries for help ceased. Her body immediately bent over. Mi Jian pulled Yingying's hair back, causing her scalp to bulge. He then slapped her several times, and Yingying immediately lost her strength, a flush rising on her delicate, fair cheeks. Taking advantage of Yingying's momentary weakness, Mi Jian dragged her by her hair towards the lecture hall at the far end of the corridor, his white high heels leaving two scratch marks on the floor.

As soon as they entered the lecture hall, Yingying was shoved heavily onto the carpeted floor. She lay on the ground, clearly still recovering from the blow. Mi Jian closed the heavy soundproof door of the lecture hall and locked it with a click. He then drew all the velvet curtains, instantly plunging the lecture hall into darkness. Mi Jian seemed very familiar with the place. He pushed rows of chairs aside, dragged Yingying to the center of the lecture hall, and then turned on the dazzling spotlight.

The pale yellow spotlight shone brightly, enveloping Li Yingying's body in a circular halo.

Yingying was half-curled up, a tear streak on her beautiful face. The anesthetic she had initially inhaled had accelerated its entry into her bloodstream due to her fierce struggles, making her feel weak and powerless. Her fair and delicate skin seemed transparent under the light, crystal clear. The light blue-gray t-shirt and white A-line skirt outlined Yingying's graceful and alluring figure, while the transparent nylon stockings and white high-heeled shoes sculpted the perfect shape of her calves. Everything about her made Mi Jian drool. He walked to Yingying's side and squatted down, his hand tracing the outline of her chest under her t-shirt. Yingying gradually recovered from the pain and the sluggishness caused by the drug. She suddenly sat up and backed away.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The previous attack had instilled a deep sense of fear in her. Mi Jian chuckled and said, "Miss Li, you know perfectly well what I'm doing. There are only the two of us here. What do you think I would do?"

"Don't do anything reckless. If anyone finds out, you'll

go to jail. Do you want to break the law?" "Didn't you say the teachers are on holiday? This is a soundproof room on the sixth floor. No matter how much you shout, no one will hear you. As long as you don't tell, who will arrest me? Come on, beautiful Miss, I've been missing you so much I'm going crazy. Let me comfort your love cunt!" Mi Jian finished speaking and pounced on Yingying.

"Stop! I'm your teacher. You can't do this! Ah..." Yingying tried her best to dodge, not letting Mi Jian touch her.

"Miss, you know what? You're so beautiful, it's unbearable. I only listened to one of your lessons, and I couldn't stop. I've waited a whole month to have you, so today you have to be my woman no matter what! How can you refuse a student's request, Miss?"

"No! No!

Let me go! You beast!" Yingying tried to get up, but was pressed heavily onto the carpet and couldn't move.

Mi Jian straddled her and reached out to lift her skirt. A corner of Yingying's snow-white skirt was pulled up, revealing a white silk petticoat and two shapely thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings. The thin, elastic nylon stockings were semi-transparent, shimmering softly under the spotlight. The exquisite thighs encased in stockings revealed glimpses of their white skin, contrasting beautifully with the white slender feet. High heels, so alluring. Mi Jian's left arm was wrapped around Yingying's waist, his legs clamping her lower body, rendering her unable to struggle. His right hand was constantly caressing her under her skirt, feeling the alluring female body. Yingying was on the verge of collapse. She simply couldn't believe that one of her students was such a lecherous beast, and she couldn't believe that she was now falling into the clutches of this lecherous beast. She twisted her body, trying to pry open Mi Jian's grip with both hands, but Mi Jian clearly hadn't underestimated the female teacher's determination to resist. His left hand was... He held Yingying tightly in his arms, making it impossible for her to break free. Meanwhile, Mi Jian's right hand had already slid down the inside of Yingying's thigh to the sensitive, hidden spot where her legs met, and began to massage her with a firm yet gentle touch.

Yingying felt a long-lost tingling, itchy sensation in her lower body, like an electric shock, and her body immediately went limp. (

Section Four: Resistance and Suppression)

Yingying's legs were tightly pressed together, trying to lessen the impact of Mi Jian's caresses. Mi Jian, of course, knew very well that his fingers were feeling Yingying's... He pressed his body against her warm skin, becoming increasingly vigorous in his touch. Yingying quickly felt her mouth and tongue dry, and her eyes became slightly dizzy. After a while, seeing that Yingying's resistance was gradually weakening, Mi Jian began to shamelessly knead her round, soft buttocks. His left hand also released Yingying's waist and went behind her to unbutton her skirt.

One button, two buttons, then a "squeak" sound, and Yingying felt her tight waist loosen, knowing that the buttons and zipper of her skirt had been unbuttoned. Mi Jian began to pull the skirt down. Yingying felt extremely panicked. Was he really going to assault her? Her hands gripped the top edge of the skirt tightly, refusing to let go.

Mi Jian couldn't pull Yingying's white skirt down several times, and he became somewhat annoyed. So he turned Yingying over and instead lifted the hem of the skirt, exposing the soft, beautiful curves of Yingying's lower body and a section of smooth, snow-white skin on her waist and abdomen to Mi Jian's burning gaze. Yingying cried out in surprise, "No! Stop!"

She immediately covered her lower body with her hands. Mi Jian, aroused by her flawless white skin, was beyond stopping. Without a word, he sat on Yingying, quickly removing her high heels and tossing them aside. Then he pulled down the sides of her nylon stockings. The stockings were pulled down to her mid-thighs, revealing her off-white silk panties. The low-waisted panties barely covered the most intimate part between her legs, leaving Yingying's slender waist and long, beautiful legs completely exposed. Her fair, delicate skin was smooth and soft, like snow-white tofu. Mi Jian held Yingying's hands to prevent her from moving, then leaned down and began to kiss her passionately.

He breathed heavily, licking the base of Yingying's thighs with his wet, rough tongue, and even using his hands to lift the edge of her panties to peek at her rounded mons pubis. Mi Jian's lewd gaze made Yingying feel utterly ashamed. Since she was old enough to understand, even her closest man, her husband, had never looked at her private parts so closely or so brazenly. Today, however, she was being thoroughly exposed by a student's gaze.

"Don't look! Stop! Don't continue!"

She blushed deeply, her voice trembling.

"Teacher's mons pubis is so white and full, and her pubic hair is so soft and black. I love it so much." Mi Jian said as he slipped his fingers inside her panties and began to caress them.

"Ugh...please......

"

Yingying

's voice was so weak that she could barely hear herself. Her hands remained tightly pressed against her genitals in defense. Unable to penetrate her private parts for the time being, Mi Jian instead lifted her thighs and caressed her soft, white flesh, entering a state of frenzy.

Faced with the students' humiliation, Yingying was helpless. In the soundproof conference room on the top floor of the office building, let alone calling for help, even if she shouted into the microphone, no one would hear her. Watching herself sink deeper into the abyss of rape, Yingying was on the verge of tears, but who could save her? "To preserve my innocence, I must save myself!" This decision gradually became clear in her mind. Yingying then secretly glanced around; the chairs in the room had all been pushed against the wall, and there was nothing beside her. Suddenly, she saw the small knife tucked into Mi Jian's waistband, and then she had a plan. She suddenly opened her arms and hugged Mi Jian, pretending to let out a seductive moan, as if she were reaching a sexual climax.

One hand quietly reached for the handle of the knife, slowly pulled it out, and stabbed it towards Mi Jian's leg! "Ah!" After a scream, Mi Jian staggered to his feet, the knife falling onto the carpet, but there was no blood on it! Yingying failed to stab Mi Jian, and instead, he discovered her intentions.

"Slap! Slap!" Two loud slaps rang out, and Yingying fell to the ground, her hair disheveled.

"You bitch, you dare to ambush me! You're asking for death!" Two more slaps followed.

"I'm a black belt in karate, you think you can fool me? Let me tell you, there's no woman I can't have if I want her!" Mi Jian was clearly deeply enraged. He kicked the knife aside, stepped forward, and lifted Yingying up.

"Miss, you dare to use force against a student! I'll punish you!"

"Spare me, please, let me go."

"Let you go? No way, you're a beauty, it would be a waste not to have a taste."

"No! No!"

Amidst Yingying's cries of pain, Mi Jian threw her back onto the carpet, then ripped off her nylon stockings, revealing Yingying's smooth, slender legs as if a veil had been lifted. Yingying screamed and tried to pull her legs under her skirt, but Mi Jian grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her close. He used his knee to pin Yingying's hands behind her back, yanked her skirt from her waist to her ankles, and easily pulled it off. With a flick of his right hand, the snow-white skirt, like a wounded swan, floated slowly through the air and landed on the red ground not far away. Seeing Yingying's white legs completely exposed, Mi Jian laughed heartily: "Good! Indeed, dazzlingly beautiful."

He then grabbed Yingying's half-exposed, plump buttocks.

"So smooth! Hahaha!" Yingying pleaded desperately, "Please stop, you can't do this!"

Mi Jian was unmoved, reached up and lifted Yingying's blue-gray t-shirt, grabbing and kneading her firm breasts through her bra.

"How was it, was it good, Miss?" Mi Jian was fascinated by Yingying's incredibly firm, cone-shaped breasts, holding them in his hands for a long time. He pulled open the V-neck of Yingying's t-shirt until her smooth, rounded shoulders were exposed, then pulled it down, almost tearing the neckline, as it was slowly pulled off Yingying's delicate arms. A silk bra with lace was gradually revealed, and Yingying's top was pulled down to her chest and waist.

Yingying's hands were pressed behind her back, and finally the neckline of the t-shirt came out from her hands, and her top was pulled down to her lower body. Mi Jian lifted Yingying's legs and easily pulled off the t-shirt and threw it aside.

Li Yingying's half-naked body was curled up on her side on the red carpet of the English Department lecture hall, wearing only off-white underwear. The spotlights enveloped her, making her body appear exceptionally white and flawless, with a shimmering glow. Despite her desperate resistance, Yingying couldn't escape being stripped naked. Mi Jian reached out and unhooked Yingying's bra, the off-white three-quarter cups immediately loosening, revealing Yingying's firm, white breasts trembling beneath his hands. Taking advantage of Yingying's arms covering her chest, Mi Jian pulled the bra straps out from under her hands, the close-fitting bra still carrying Yingying's scent now in his hands. Mi Jian inhaled the scent emanating from the bra cups and let out a cruel laugh. Then, Mi Jian slipped his hand inside Yingying's panties and pulled them down, the panties sliding down to mid-thigh. Yingying didn't know whether to cover her chest or her genitals with her hands, so she could only curl up into a ball. But Mi Jian held her ankle with one hand, and before Yingying could react, he ripped off her panties with the other, finally exposing Yingying's lustrous and alluring body completely.

Naked before her students, Yingying felt an overwhelming urge to die. Knowing the humiliation to come would be even more unbearable, she crawled towards the door, disregarding her shame. However, her attempt to escape only provoked Mi Jian's merciless beatings. Mi Jian stacked four chairs, placing them at the four corners of Yingying's body. He used her nylon stockings as ropes, binding her hands and feet to the chairs. Yingying, head turned to the side, sobbed silently, her body bound like a starfish, powerless to save herself. Mi Jian looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, occasionally stroking Yingying's smooth skin. His fingers once again touched Yingying's vulva. The rounded mons pubis, the soft pubic hair, the delicate vulva, the warm passage—all passed under his fingers without any resistance. Every part of Teacher Yingying's body was captured by Mi Jian's eyes, even the alluring and mysterious female genitalia. Mi Jian stared intently, then took out a camera from his bag and started taking pictures.

"No! Please don't take pictures!" Yingying was nearly driven mad with the thought of her humiliating posture being photographed.

"Teacher Yingying, your body is perfect. I want to keep some souvenirs." The flash kept going off, and Mi Jian felt his penis begin to stir… Yingying had lost track of time

since the fifth chapter, the feeling of being raped

. She watched as Mi Jian took nude photos of her, then removed his clothes and slowly walked to her side, closing her eyes involuntarily. Mi Jian's breathing quickened; facing her ivory-carved, beautiful body, his blood was boiling. He slowly sat on Yingying's lower abdomen, his penis pointing directly at her smooth, beautiful breasts. The moment Mi Jian's skin touched Yingying, both of them shuddered. Yingying's warm, soft skin was exceptionally delicate, comparable to a baby's skin. Mi Jian leaned down, feeling this perfect body. He kissed her snow-white face, her snow-white neck, her snow-white shoulders. He sucked on the two tender, rosy nipples on her snow-white mounds, his hands kneading every inch of Yingying's body. The whiteness and softness of her beautiful body drove him into a frenzy of lust. Mi Jian's mouth continued to move downwards, until it reached between her open, white legs. Her pink vulva was tightly closed, hiding in the soft bush, but this could not stop Mi Jian's determination. His tongue began to tease Yingying's full labia majora repeatedly, his hands squeezing her snow-white buttocks. Yingying felt an unbearable itch in her lower body. At first, she could grit her teeth and endure it, but later it felt as if her limbs were trembling from the bone, and she finally groaned loudly: "Ah! Ah! Stop...!" Mi Jian continued to stimulate Yingying's vulva, and the pink bud finally opened, revealing a narrow, mysterious passage that was also light red. Streams of transparent nectar flowed out continuously, quickly making Yingying's vulva wet.

Yingying's love juices began to flow freely, her long-lonely vulva instinctively arousing, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"Dear Miss, I can see you haven't enjoyed yourself in a long time. Look, you're already soaking wet after just a few strokes. Let me comfort your empty vulva!" Yingying was shocked and cried out, "No! No! I'm already someone else's wife, please don't do this!"

"Hmph, any woman I like, I'll fuck her properly!" Mi Jian said, already preparing his hard penis. He licked and sucked Yingying's vulva for a while, watching her tender labia majora gradually turn red, opening and closing slightly with her breath. He then glanced at her secret place, placed his legs between Yingying's body, raised his erect penis, and thrust it straight into her body! "Ah!" Yingying screamed as Mi Jian's penis slammed into her secret passage, forcefully forcing open her tender passage. Since their marriage, Yingying hadn't spent much time with her husband, so her vagina still felt narrow and deep. Mi Jian thrust in, pulled back slightly, and then thrust again with a burst of energy, his engorged penis almost completely inside Yingying. Yingying felt another excruciating pain in her lower body, as if her body was being filled by this large, foreign object. She cried out in pain, "Stop! It hurts!" Mi Jian ignored her completely. Before Yingying could even catch her breath, he thrust in with all his might again. This time, his huge penis rotated as it burrowed in, disappearing completely into Yingying's tender vagina, the glans hitting her warm clitoris. Then, he used his hands to support Yingying's white buttocks, thrusting in and out rhythmically, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, saying as he fucked her, "How is it? Much better than your husband, right? This is just the beginning!" His penis rubbed against the walls of her vagina, the thick penis forcibly squeezing the most vulnerable part of her body, stretching the opening of her vagina as thin as paper, almost tearing it open. Yingying was tormented by the excruciating pain from the brutal intrusion, her spread white thighs convulsing uncontrollably, her hands clenched so tightly they were bloodless, and large beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead. Mi Jian grasped Yingying's firm, snow-white breasts with both hands, his fingers pinching and nibbling at the two bright red nipples. Yingying's glistening breasts felt like soft, white almond cake to the touch, and Mi Jian's hands held them tightly, unable to let go. The delicate skin could only bulge slightly under his pressure. Mi Jian was like a giant black spider, enjoying the voluptuous prey trapped in its web.

Under the bright light, Yingying had lost all sense of time. Her body had been violated, and the rape was not yet over. She stared blankly into the distance, her mind a complete blank, only mechanically pleading. Mi Jian thrust in and out of Yingying's body for a while, increasing the frequency, and then suddenly pulled out his spear. He propped himself up, his erect penis retracting its neck, and then sprayed out a stream of grayish-white, viscous, hot liquid, which landed on Yingying's delicate face and beautiful, snow-white breasts.

"Hahaha," Mi Jian smeared his semen on Yingying's soft red lips, laughing as he took photos. "Pure female teacher bound and eating semen photos, this is high-priced stuff online, hahaha..."

Yingying's lips were tightly closed, terrified by Mi Jian's perverted behavior, and she dared not move again. Mi Jian began thrusting again. The humiliated female teacher's crystal-clear naked body exuded infinite mature charm and irresistible beauty under the light. This mature and beautiful female body was something Mi Jian had never experienced before, and his long spear quickly became erect again. Mi Jian's penis pressed against the half-open jade gate and thrust forward forcefully, penetrating Yingying's fair body again. After the previous battle, Yingying's love cunt felt open and not loose. This winding and secluded secret passage was simply unforgettable. Yingying's long, slender legs were spread wide apart, and Mi Jian pressed his entire weight onto her upper body, causing her flat, fair abdomen to bulge upwards. Mi Jian's hips were pressed tightly against the snow-white skin of Yingying's lower abdomen, and his coarse pubic hair kept poking at Yingying's delicate vulvar mucosa, making a "rustling" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet lecture hall. With the grinding and thrusting of his penis, all of Yingying's resistance vanished, and she began to moan. The impact on her erogenous zones completely captivated her, and Mi Jian's kneading and caressing sent her to the height of orgasm. The female teacher's snow-white body lay naked on the ground, and the student thrust into her again and again, faster and faster, until he could no longer hold back, and finally opened Yingying's smooth flower core, shooting another stream of hot semen into the beautiful teacher's uterus without spilling a drop. Yingying clearly felt the viscous liquid spraying onto her body, and finally broke down in tears—the devastating news of being raped had become a reality for her.

Mi Jian collapsed. He had never experienced ejaculating twice in such a short time; he was utterly exhausted. He rested for a while on Yingying's naked body, listening to his teacher's painful cries. His semen and sweat were left on his teacher's fair and alluring body; her breasts and perineum were ravaged and red, and her long, smooth, black hair was scattered messily on the carpet. He stood up, dressed, and checked his watch; it was already five in the evening. This lavish feast had lasted for a full seven hours. He packed up his tools, then returned to Yingying's side, untied the nylon stockings binding her wrists, and left the silent lecture hall. The spotlights went out, the doors closed, and Yingying's pale body was plunged into deep darkness.

The sixth period of the coercive

vacation involving nude photos quickly came to an end, and the university returned to its usual bustling state. The English department teachers were puzzled because Ms. Li Yingying hadn't come to work for two days. While everyone was still speculating, Yingying called to ask the director for a week's leave. She hung up without saying anything. After hanging up, Yingying couldn't help but shed tears again. She couldn't remember how she left the lecture hall that day, only that it was already dark, and she stumbled back to her dormitory, collapsing onto her bed. She developed a high fever. In this unfamiliar city, she felt despair for the first time. She didn't know how to forget this terrible experience; she couldn't.

On the day Yingying returned to work, she received a call from her husband. He would be attending a two-day meeting in the bay area a month later. Yingying was filled with mixed emotions—joy at finally seeing her long-separated husband, even if only for two days, and sorrow at not knowing how to tell him about the rape. In the daily wait, the calendar turned to October. The moment she saw her husband at the airport, they embraced tightly, and Yingying could no longer hold back her tears. The husband was surprised that his usually independent and strong wife was crying like a little girl. He comforted her and they returned to Yingying's dormitory. That evening, when Peter wanted to be intimate with his wife, Yingying refused. Peter asked worriedly, "What's wrong, Rachel? Are you feeling unwell?" Yingying shook her head. "No, Peter, I'm fine, just a little tired."

"Then get some rest!" Leaning on her husband's broad shoulder, Yingying couldn't help but shed tears. The trauma she had suffered was still fresh in her mind. Just thinking about sex made her tremble, let alone intimacy. But how could she tell her husband that she had been raped? That night, Yingying barely slept.

Two days passed with a heavy heart and no one to confide in. Yingying knew that Peter would leave her again, leaving her alone in this unfamiliar city, living with shame and fear. After seeing her husband off, Yingying almost collapsed. On the way back to school from the airport, the sky was overcast, seemingly foreshadowing an approaching storm. The weather forecast on the car radio confirmed this. Yingying's white Citro?n drove along the university's winding mountain road to the dormitory parking lot, then she dragged her tired body towards home. As she passed the platform at the bottom of the building, she looked up at the sky. A dark cloud was approaching in the distance, and she could vaguely hear muffled thunder. Yingying opened the security door in the lobby, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the "11" button with her slender fingers. It was 2:45 PM on Tuesday. All the teachers had returned to school, and the tall dormitory building was deathly quiet.

With a "ding," the elevator stopped on the 11th floor. Yingying stepped out of the stairwell, turned right towards Block C, her home. The sound of a key turning rang out, followed by the sound of the metal gate opening. Yingying pushed open the door, and was about to turn around and close the metal gate when, in a flash, a huge force from behind pushed her into the house. Caught off guard, Yingying stumbled and fell onto the carpet. When she turned around, she saw a tall man standing behind her. He was completely shrouded in black: a black t-shirt, black jeans, even his high boots were black, and his face was covered with a black cloth, giving him a sinister look.

The man in black closed the iron gate and the door, standing motionless before Yingying. Yingying stared in terror at the mysterious intruder, her voice trembling as she asked, "Who are you? What...what do you want?" The man in black pulled out several photographs and threw them in front of Yingying. Yingying slowly picked up the photos and looked at them, her whole body trembling: On the red carpet lay a beautiful, naked woman, her hands and feet bound by nylon stockings, spread wide like a starfish. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were closed, and her body was covered in patches of grayish-white filth. The woman's face was clearly visible—it was her! These photos were obviously the nude pictures taken on the day Yingying was raped! And this man before her…

"You've forgotten me so quickly, my Rachel." A familiar voice came from the man's throat, each word reaching Yingying's ears. It was him! That devil!

Yingying stared with hatred at the lecherous demon who had stolen her innocence. The man ripped off the black cloth covering his face—it was indeed Mi Jian.

"So it really is you!" Yingying scrambled to her feet, rushed to the phone, picked up the receiver, and dialed 110 (the police emergency number). Mi Jian made no attempt to stop her; he casually sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"Hello, 110 emergency hotline, what service do you require?"

the operator's voice came through the receiver. Mi Jian hadn't expected Yingying to react so quickly. Seeing that she was about to answer the phone, Mi Jian calmed down and said unhurriedly, "Go ahead and call the police, beautiful lady. Don't forget those photos.

" Yingying's heart skipped a beat. "

I think at least a thousand people in the whole school have fantasized about having sex with you.

What if I publish these photos, or give them to the principal, or post them on pornographic websites? What do you think?

" Tiny beads of sweat appeared on Yingying's forehead. The operator's voice continued on the other end of the line, "

Hello, what assistance do you need? Can you hear me?" "If you can, please press the keypad...

"

"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you need my help?" Mi Jian smiled and stood up, walking step by step to Yingying's side.

Yingying held the receiver, silent, her thoughts in turmoil.

"Don't you want your own photos back?" Mi Jian said as he approached. Yingying thought that he was only after money. If she could get those shameful photos back, she could sue him again, but if he really released her nude photos, she wouldn't want to live anymore. Mi Jian immediately saw that Yingying was hesitant, so he took her hand holding the receiver and slowly placed it back on the base. Yingying didn't resist, and the call finally ended. Mi Jian breathed a sigh of relief and quickly unplugged the phone. He wiped away sweat, thinking to himself: That was close, I almost fell for her tricks. Luckily, I still have those photos.

Actually, Mi Jian had been lurking in the stairwell of Yingying's apartment building for a long time. That day, he didn't leave but followed Yingying home, so he knew where she lived. He continued to stalk Yingying, her every move under his watchful eye. He had long wanted to sleep with her again, but Yingying's husband had returned, forcing him to suppress his restless desires. Until today, seeing Yingying seeing her husband off at the airport, Mi Jian immediately took action. He secretly hid in the stairwell of Yingying's apartment, waiting for her through the plexiglass window. He knew that at this time, the faculty apartment was almost deserted, making it the safest time to act. Excited and anxious, he finally caught his prey. The moment Yingying, wearing a red sleeveless shirt, beige knee-length trousers, and flesh-colored open-toe high-heeled sandals, opened the door, Mi Jian crept up behind her and forcefully pushed her inside.

Thinking he had almost failed, Mi Jian's palms sweated, but he still gently embraced Yingying. Yingying forcefully shook off his hands and said, "Tell me, how much do you want?" Her voice was filled with disgust.

"Money? I don't need money, I only need you."

"What else do you want?"

"You're a smart person, you know that. Let me be blunt, one negative, you have to spend a day with me. That's all."

"You bastard!"

"I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for spreading the photos. So, think about it yourself." "

You..." Yingying felt a chill run through her body. After that day, she was destined to become a plaything in the hands of a lecherous demon. She was a weak woman, how could she resist this vicious coercion? Yingying was speechless, her eyes already brimming with tears. Mi Jian had been carefully observing Yingying's expression, and now he was certain that this beautiful and delicate female teacher was completely under his control. He took Yingying's jade-like arm and, half-helping and half-forcing, pushed her into the bedroom. 01-10 Chapter Seven: The Striptease Extravaganza

Yingying stood expressionless in front of the huge full-length mirror in the bedroom, Mi Jian behind her greedily staring at her slender body, not even blinking. Rachel in the mirror was ethereal and beautiful, like a blooming lotus flower. Today, Rachel wore a maroon sleeveless blouse, her fair arms radiating a captivating glow; she wore beige tight-fitting capri pants that hugged her waist, outlining her full hips, the hem ending just mid-calf, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, slender feet; on her feet were flesh-colored open-toe high-heeled sandals, the delicate straps accentuating her boneless feet, creating a beautiful curve in her legs that stirred the imagination. Mi Jian scrutinized Yingying's body from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, his eyes filled with hunger and provocation. One of his hands rested on Yingying's soft buttocks; the fabric of her pants was very thin, and Mi Jian could clearly see the outline of her underwear. When his fingers seemingly inadvertently slid to the deep, hidden valley between her buttocks, Yingying let out a soft moan.

"How's it going? Feeling excited?" Mi Jian's voice carried the contempt of a conqueror.

"No..." Mi Jian's fingers slipped between Yingying's legs, teasing her. Yingying was extremely uncomfortable, her body swaying as she tried to escape. Mi Jian pressed himself against Yingying's delicate body from behind, lowering his head to kiss her fair neck. Yingying's smooth skin left behind a series of wet lip prints. He embraced Yingying from the side, his garlicky breath pressing against her thin lips without warning. His tongue pried open her small mouth, licking her white, even teeth. He grabbed Yingying's hair and pulled it down, causing her to arch backward, her upper body forming a full moon shape. Mi Jian's saliva slowly flowed into Yingying's small mouth. Mi Jian held Yingying tightly in his kisses, the pressure of his mouth and chest almost suffocating her. Yingying desperately pushed against Mi Jian's steel-like back with both hands, finally managing to push his mouth away, already panting heavily. Mi Jian smacked his lips and said, "That was satisfying. Okay, are you going to take it off yourself or do you want me to help you?" Yingying couldn't bear to listen anymore.

"No, I don't want to..."

She was utterly humiliated.

A university English teacher, actually having to undress in front of her students—Rachel couldn't even imagine it. Seeing that Yingying just kept her head down and didn't say a word, Mi Jian chuckled coldly and said, "Still shy? I guess I'll have to help you."

With that, he squatted down and hugged Yingying's legs.

Mi Jian's hands caressed Yingying's smooth calves, her skin as lustrous as jade. He brought his lips to lick them, finding a hint of sweetness on his tongue. He reached down and unfastened the buckles on Yingying's high-heeled sandals, loosening the delicate straps, his hands gently stroking her white insteps. Yingying's right foot was lifted, her high heel removed, then her left. She stood barefoot on the soft carpet, her ten toes indescribably adorable, her slender feet delicate and charming. Mi Jian didn't stop. He stood up, yanked off Yingying's hair tie, and her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders. His hands moved from behind her back to her chest, kneading her high, firm breasts, then began unbuttoning her blouse. He unbuttoned it one button at a time, deliberately slowing his movements, gradually revealing Yingying's fair, smooth skin. Yingying lowered her eyes, unwilling to witness her humiliation. But Mi Jian grabbed her hair, forcing her to open her eyes. The last button of her shirt was undone, the front of the shirt parted to reveal a beige bra and a flat, white abdomen. Mi Jian parted the front of Yingying's shirt, the maroon sleeveless shirt falling to her feet through her drooping hands. Yingying quickly covered her chest with her hands. Mi Jian didn't seem to be in a hurry to undo Yingying's bra, his hands moving to her waist to undo her belt. After the thin black belt buckle was loosened, Mi Jian unbuttoned Yingying's beige pants, then zipped them up with a "squeak." Yingying's underwear was also visible, a low-rise beige thong. Mi Jian pulled down the sides of the pants, the tight pants encountering some resistance as they passed Yingying's round buttocks, but still obediently being pulled up to her ankles. Mi Jian lifted Yingying's delicate feet, took off the pants, and threw them at her feet. Yingying stood in front of the mirror wearing only a bra and panties. A sudden flash of light outside the window illuminated Yingying's dazzling white body—it was a bolt of lightning. Then came the rumble of thunder and the pounding of raindrops; a storm was approaching. Mi Jian showed no sign of stopping. He unhooked Yingying's bra, and the straps of her beige 34A two-cup bra slipped off her shoulders, causing her to clutch her arms even tighter. Mi Jian didn't forcefully pull her hands away. Instead, he spread her long, slender legs with his feet, then grabbed the edge of her beige panties and yanked them down forcefully. Her panties were pulled up to her thighs, and Mi Jian's gaze immediately fell on Yingying's two fair, round, soft, and smooth buttocks and the dark valley between them. Yingying was both ashamed and frightened, and quickly squeezed her legs together, but the mirror clearly reflected the rounded mound of her pubic hair and the dark pubic area between her white thighs. She tried to cover her lower body with her hands, but as soon as they fell, her bra slipped down, immediately exposing her alabaster breasts and rosy nipples. She could only cover her chest with one hand and her genitals with the other. Mi Jian, his eyes glued to her, pulled Yingying's panties down to her ankles, lifting her legs so the panties fell to her feet. Then, he forcefully pulled Yingying's loosened bra from over her head to her back, snatching it from her hand. Yingying was finally naked. Mi Jian then removed her rings, necklace, watch, and anklet, leaving her completely naked before him.

A gust of wind whipped open the bedroom curtains, and Yingying's hair flew in the wind. Her perfect body was like a jade sculpture, crystal clear and white, like a holy goddess from heaven. Mi Jian stared in disbelief. Even that day in the lecture hall, he hadn't realized Yingying's beauty was so indescribable. Her firm breasts, rosy nipples, slender waist, long, beautiful legs, snow-white skin, and smooth, flawless complexion—she was truly a celestial being. Yingying's mature body was even more alluring in her nakedness.

Mi Jian turned Yingying around, unable to suppress his increasingly rapid heartbeat, and frantically kissed her breasts, lower abdomen, and thighs. He held Yingying's snow-white body, leaving countless passionate kisses on her delicate skin. He held Yingying, kissing her incessantly, then pushed her back onto the comfortable bed, and pounced on her himself.

Chapter Eight: Perverted Rape.

Outside the bedroom, the sky was as dark as night, a torrential downpour accompanied by fierce winds relentlessly battering everything. Inside the equally dark bedroom, another storm was just beginning. Mi Jian had shed his dark attire, now revealing his own tanned body. He embracing Yingying's snow-white body, they rolled around on the large double bed. Mi Jian held Yingying's delicate feet, sucking on her small, exquisite toes and ankles. Perhaps due to years of careful nurturing, Yingying's slender feet had smooth, glistening skin, without any roughness, even the soles exuding a refreshing scent. Mi Jian sucked for a long time before gradually focusing his attention on her thighs.

Mi Jian placed his hands between Yingying's legs, caressing one of the most delicate parts of a woman's body—the inner thighs—occasionally deliberately brushing upwards against Yingying's full labia majora. Yingying didn't resist, but her body was stiff as a board. She had only one thought: that Mi Jian's rape would end quickly, so she had no choice but to submit. Mi Jian's long-starved member, now even more impatient than its owner, easily found its way into Yingying's body. Mi Jian's hands swept over her smooth, flat abdomen almost without pausing, until they touched her firm, white breasts. He kneaded Yingying's high, firm breasts and soft nipples, continuing to rub his body against her delicate lower body, deriving great pleasure from it. He then spread Yingying's legs, revealing the sweet garden he had visited just two weeks prior, preparing to enter again.

Mi Jian's penis was already at Yingying's tender jade gate. He used his fingers to part the two pink, tender labia, his lower body slowly approaching Yingying's clear thighs, adjusting the direction of his penis once more, and then thrusting his long spear straight into Yingying's jade body. Yingying was already mentally prepared, but when the penis entered, she still felt intense pain, unable to help but groan, her hands involuntarily gripping the sheets tightly.

Mi Jian's first penetration wasn't too smooth; his penis only went in a little over halfway. But he didn't seem in a hurry to go straight to the core, instead lingering in Yingying's warm secret passage, moving back and forth. Her delicate vulva quickly became engorged with blood and began to secrete nectar. Mi Jian, showing no mercy, thrust forcefully, his penis skillfully finding the clitoris and pounding it open with each stroke.

Two naked bodies, one black and one white, intertwined on the bed, their intense intercourse unfolding in the stormy afternoon. Yingying's body quickly betrayed her resolve; a captivating blush appeared on her snow-white skin, and her lower body was overflowing with sweet fragrance. Mi Jian's thick penis, with its intense sexual impact, caused her last line of defense to crumble instantly; her previously tense body immediately relaxed completely. Mi Jian's thrusts became increasingly smooth, and he felt his lower body growing hotter. He positioned Yingying on her side and continued thrusting. The wind and rain outside grew stronger, drowning out Yingying's moans in the noise.

Yingying's jade-like body shifted constantly—lying on her back, prone, half-kneeling—as Mi Jian indulged himself on her smooth, white body, his penis still inside her love cunt. After another thunderous thrust, Mi Jian, like a dog, straddled Yingying's back, her arms supporting her weight, and ejaculated his warm, viscous semen.

Some grayish-white semen flowed from Yingying's vulva, trickling down her delicate inner thighs, or dripping onto the sheets. Exhausted, Yingying collapsed onto the soft bed.

The sexually aroused Mi Jian showed no signs of stopping. He held his thick penis and ordered Yingying to kneel before him. Yingying refused, but Mi Jian forcefully grabbed her tender nipples, forcing her to kneel facing him.

"Suck it!" Mi Jian stood high before Yingying, swinging his erect penis, the red glans slapping against her face repeatedly. Yingying couldn't accept this perverted action. She kept her lips tightly shut and tried desperately to shrink back. But Mi Jian grabbed her hair and forced her face against his lower abdomen. Then he pried open her mouth and stuffed that filthy thing into Yingying's mouth.

"Take good care of my darling. If you dare hurt her, you'll see," Mi Jian said viciously, his penis pressing tightly against Yingying's throat as he moved it back and forth. Yingying's mouth was stuffed full of this ugly penis, making it hard to breathe. The thing, covered in semen and Yingying's juices, emitted a strange smell. The thought of this horrible thing being held in her mouth made Yingying feel nauseous, and she almost fainted. The grown penis pressed straight against Yingying's throat, and her face quickly turned red. Mi Jian, however, soon reached another climax. He thrust in and out a few times, then with a "Heave-ho!" he ejaculated into Yingying's mouth. The grayish-white viscous fluid shot down Yingying's throat and into her body, making a gurgling sound, and some of it flowed back out, overflowing from Yingying's small mouth. Yingying could no longer hold on and fainted on the bed. Mi Jian, not giving her a chance to catch her breath, immediately pressed down on her again, thrusting into Yingying's already red and swollen, tender vulva while she remained unconscious, until his waist was utterly sore and weak. Only then did he withdraw his limp penis

, embracing Yingying's smooth body as they lay down beside each other. Night had fallen, and the two lay asleep in bed. When Mi Jian awoke, he looked at Yingying beside him. Her white body remained pristine and untouched by the constant abuse, which reignited his lust. Mi Jian's eyes were fixed on Yingying's upturned, full, white buttocks, the small anus between her two bright moons so tightly clenched, inexplicably arousing him again. He rubbed his penis a few times, and it became erect again. He quietly climbed onto Yingying's smooth back, his hands grasping her soft, white breasts from above, while his penis aimed at Yingying's narrow anus and thrust upwards! "No! No! Not there! Stop! You've got the wrong place!

Ah…"

Yingying awoke with a start from the pain, screaming in terror. She couldn't believe Mi Jian intended to perform anal sex on her. She desperately crawled forward, hoping to escape his grasp, but Mi Jian held her breasts tightly, making it impossible for her to break free. His penis had already mercilessly penetrated her narrow anus; she was powerless to resist this nightmarish reality. With a piercing pain, Yingying screamed in agony, beads of sweat dripping onto the sheets, and a trickle of blood flowing from beside her anus. The delicate mucous membrane of her anus couldn't withstand the large foreign object and tore open. Mi Jian felt his penis tightly gripped, unable to advance even an inch further, warm liquid seeping from the side. He was at the peak of excitement; this feeling gave him an unparalleled pleasure in taking Yingying's virginity. He felt as if he had obtained her first time! This beautiful female teacher now belonged to him.

That night, he didn't leave Yingying's house, his heart filled with... Holding Yingying's fair and smooth body, he raped her four times. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Mi Jian packed his clothes, kissed Yingying's smooth, snow-white buttocks, and quietly left under the cover of darkness. Before leaving, he took the key to the front door.

Another week passed. Late on a weekend night, Mi Jian once again broke into the faculty dormitory. He swaggered into Teacher Li Yingying's house and went straight to her bedroom. Looking at the fair and beautiful female teacher sleeping on the large Simmons mattress, he quickly took off his clothes and pounced on her delicate body…

Chapter 42, Modern Pervert Story: Chen Xueling,

Section 1: The Beautiful and Gentle Nurse.

Mi Jian found it hard to believe that his strong body could fall ill so easily. That day, he played a game of ball in the pouring rain. After returning to the seaside villa, he didn't shower, but took off his jersey and went straight into the dark room to watch the midnight pornographic film he had recorded on Channel 6 the night before—Naked Horror. He'd been waiting for this movie for ages; it was definitely the king of adult films, telling the story of a masked rapist who wreaked havoc in the city, raping and humiliating his victims using various methods. The film's visuals were incredibly realistic and detailed, making Mi Jian's blood boil. He forgot he wasn't wearing any clothes, and ended up catching a chill, developing a high fever the next day. A hospital checkup revealed pneumonia! The Mi family was frantic, rushing him to the respiratory ward of Taibai Yangming Hospital, the largest and best hospital in the bay area.

Mi Jian himself wasn't worried; he only had a month left before graduation, and his father and older brother had agreed to let him manage the wealthy King Kong. July was unbearably hot; he'd much rather spend his vacation in Taibai Yangming's famously comfortable five-star hospital room. So he settled in comfortably. It was indeed very comfortable—spacious, bright, and quiet, nestled against the mountains and beside the water; no wonder even high-ranking officials loved to stay for a few days. The only inconvenience was that he couldn't do whatever he wanted. He enjoyed watching pornographic films. Mi Jian had been hospitalized for a week and was fully recovered. He began to miss the videotapes and the secret photo album in the villa. He wanted to be discharged. But one thing immediately changed his mind: he saw someone—a young and beautiful nurse. That day, as he was strolling in the corridor, he saw her dispensing medicine: her slender and well-proportioned body was wrapped in a plain white uniform, a narrow belt tightly cinching her waist, clearly showing the beautiful contours of her chest; she wore a tall swallow-shaped hat, her jet-black hair tucked inside, leaving only a single strand fluttering gently; her two jade-like legs were concealed by white stockings, but their long and slender curves were still clearly visible; on her delicate oval face, long eyelashes, clear bright eyes, white teeth, and a sweet smile made her seem like an angel descended from heaven. So he immediately pretended to faint, and with a "thud," realistically fell to the ground. Sure enough, amidst the patients' gasps, she rushed forward, supporting him and asking with concern, "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" Her gentle, melodious voice made his whole body go limp. He softly leaned all his weight on her, his head resting on her chest, one hand secretly caressing her high, firm breasts, soft as newborn pigeons. Her breath was sweet and fragrant, panting softly as she supported him, and he almost fainted. Before other doctors and nurses arrived, moved him from her arms to the stretcher, and took him back to his ward, his tightly closed eyes peeked through a crack at the name tag on her chest, which read: Chen Xueling (Shirley)

...

His condition immediately worsened; he began coughing incessantly, had a fever, and kept complaining of chest pain. The entire Mi family was extremely anxious, urging the hospital to expedite treatment, and naturally, the topic of discharge was no longer mentioned. However, what troubled the doctors was that the second young master of the Mi family's condition, which had clearly recovered, suddenly worsened again, and various tests failed to indicate any complications. This truly baffled them, and they could only keep a close watch on him. Only Mi Jian knew that he was perfectly fine; he was just looking for an excuse not to stay in the hospital so he could be with Chen Xueling every day. Unfortunately, Xueling wasn't in his care unit, so he rarely saw her. Mi Jian came up with another idea: he told the attending physician that his room was too windy. The attending physician then moved him to a room at the very end of the corridor.

Mi Jian was very satisfied. Although this room wasn't Xueling's assigned room, an unexpected bonus was that his room was diagonally opposite the nurses' break room door. He could often see the young nurses chattering happily, and Xueling's beautiful figure was among them.

Xueling was a very responsible nurse; she was very gentle with her patients. She always showed special care for very weak patients. Whenever she gave them injections or bathed them, she was always very meticulous and gentle.

Mi Jian always felt excited when he secretly watched Xue Ling care for other patients. As her soft, slender hands cleaned the patients, he would stare intently at her white palms, fantasizing that she was gently massaging his penis. Several times, he almost couldn't resist the urge to rush in, grab Xue Ling's soft, boneless hands, and rape her, barely managing to suppress his lust. Sometimes, when the nurses caring for him cleaned him, he would fantasize that it was Xue Ling, and his erect penis would betray him, causing the nurses to blush and flee as soon as they finished. But no matter how many opportunities he created, Xue Ling didn't recognize this college graduate with pneumonia. She always brushed past Mi Jian, and he could only smell her delicate, orchid-like fragrance, unable to even find a chance to strike up a conversation. Therefore, he became very depressed and withdrawn. Unbeknownst to him, Mi Jian had been in the hospital for half a month, and his "condition" seemed to be improving. He could even read in bed. Every time the nurse who cared for him entered his room, she saw Mi Jian engrossed in either lengthy reports or thick books. She thought, "This rich kid seems quite diligent. Unlike some other spoiled brats who only know how to squander money." She couldn't help but start to look at Mi Jian differently and began talking to him more often. Mi Jian was indeed diligently familiarizing himself with the company's operations; he was never one to blur the lines between work and personal life. Despite this, his sexual fantasies about Xue Ling didn't diminish at all.

Through conversations with the nurse, Mi Jian learned some things about this beauty: Xue Ling was the same age as him, both 23, a local, whose parents were both doctors who later emigrated abroad. After graduating from nursing school, Xue Ling resolutely stayed in China to serve the public, thus gaining fame in Taibai. Young and beautiful, she captivated the male doctors in the hospital, who nicknamed her "Snow Angel." Due to her outstanding performance, she received praise from all patients and colleagues, and it was said that the department planned to groom her to succeed the old head nurse. Xueling has a very close boyfriend who is pursuing a medical doctorate abroad. The happy smile on her face whenever she receives a letter from him shows how strong their relationship is. Mi Jian has developed a strong interest in this beautiful and gentle young nurse. He is determined to win Xueling's heart.

The second section focuses on the beauty of the body during a bath

. Time flies by, and it's August.

Another sweltering night. Mi Jian lies in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He gets up, intending to take a walk in the corridor. Just as he's about to open the door, he hears familiar footsteps. Peeking through the crack, he sees Xueling's figure appear in his field of vision. Right, she's on the night shift today; she must have finished her shift handover. Sure enough, he sees Xueling push open the door to the nurses' break room, her graceful figure disappearing inside before closing the door behind her. Mi Jian quietly leaves the ward, looking around. It's late; the ward is quiet, and there's not a soul in sight. He tiptoed to the door of the break room, grasped the handle, and slowly turned it—the door wasn't locked!

He quickly slipped into the break room and closed the door behind him. The break room was for nurses; it also contained restrooms, showers, and a duty room. Even male doctors never went in. The corridor lights were off, and it was pitch black all around. In the darkness, Mi Jian saw a sliver of light shining through the crack in the changing room door. He went over and pressed his ear to the door; he heard rustling sounds of things being rummaged through. Mi Jian's heart began to race. Suddenly, the sounds stopped, and footsteps sounded near the door. Mi Jian jumped in fright and quickly slipped behind a nearby door. Just then, the changing room door opened, and Xue Ling came out carrying a bag of clothes. She had removed her swallow hat, and her long, cascading hair flowed down her back. She had also taken off her belt, and under her oversized work clothes, it seemed she was only wearing a bra and panties. She had also taken off her white stockings and put on slippers, revealing a section of her fair legs and feet that looked especially white and translucent in the darkness. Mi Jian hid behind the door, watching Xue Ling enter the bathroom next door. Mi Jian saw the bathroom light flicker a few times, emitting a bright light, and then heard the bathroom door close and lock. He looked around and noticed that several adjacent rooms had continuous, wide eaves for rain protection outside their windows. So, he carefully climbed out of the window, stood on the eaves, bent down, and slowly moved to the outside of the bathroom. Nervousness made his hands sweaty; he wiped them on the wall and then slowly raised his head. His heart immediately began to pound.

The bathroom curtains were only half-drawn, and under the bright light, everything inside was clearly visible: on one side of the window was a showerhead, on the other a marble sink, and a huge mirror was embedded in the wall. Mi Jian saw everything he wanted to see: Xue Ling stood in front of the mirror with her back to him. She brushed her hair aside and began to unbutton her work uniform. The loose uniform slipped off her shoulders as the buttons were undone. Xue Ling spread her arms and pulled off the uniform, revealing a beautiful, alluring, fair, and delicate youthful body almost completely naked before Mi Jian's eyes. Underneath Xue Ling's uniform, she was wearing only a white bra and panties; nothing else. Mi Jian stared, completely mesmerized. Xueling washed her work clothes and stockings in the sink, while Mi Jian greedily admired her fair body: long, black, and smooth hair; fair and translucent skin; a slender, supple waist; narrow panties clinging to her full, round buttocks, the center naturally sagging to outline a deep valley; her snowflake-like white buttocks exposed, jiggling with each wash… Her long, shapely legs were firm and well-proportioned, tightly pressed together without a gap; her toes were slightly raised, her rounded ankles and snow-white soles making Mi Jian want to rush up and grab those beautiful feet. Xueling gave them a quick wash, wrung out her nurse's uniform, and placed it in a large basket labeled "Changing Clothes," then hung her white stockings to dry by the window. Next, she opened a large bag and took out clothes, towels, and shower gel. A blue dress, dark blue underwear, and a bath towel hung on a hook behind the door, while shower gel and other toiletries were placed on the sink. She turned around and tied her hair up on top of her head with a hair tie. Then, amidst Mi Jian's rapid breathing, Xue Ling deftly unhooked the back of her bra and slowly pulled it off, finally revealing a pair of firm, white, hemispherical breasts to Mi Jian. Before Mi Jian could catch his breath, Xue Ling bent down, removed her remaining white embroidered panties, and walked to the showerhead…

Outside the window, Mi Jian felt a buzzing in his head, followed by a delicate fragrance. A vibrant, fragrant, white body was now before him. True to her name, Xue Ling's body was as pure and white as jade. Xue Ling stood unguarded by the window, her high, firm breasts and rosy nipples within reach, and the dark, mysterious triangle beneath her white abdomen was nakedly exposed before Mi Jian's eyes. A pair of slender, delicate hands casually placed her removed underwear on the windowsill. Then, the showerhead was turned on, and a stream of warm water gushed out, splashing onto the naked, beautiful, and mature body of the young woman. The water flowed gently down Xue Ling's fair neck, over her perfect chest, flat stomach, and long, slender legs. Her mysterious dark forest, glistening with tiny, translucent water droplets, appeared exceptionally dark and shiny. Under the gentle caress of the warm water, Xue Ling's body radiated a luminous glow, her fair skin shimmering. She gently massaged her chest, abdomen, and thighs with her hands, completely wetting her snow-white body and massaging her tired limbs. Outside the window, Mi Jian watched this unparalleled "striptease" performance intently, feeling his previously limp penis now rise with hunger.

Xue Ling never imagined that at this very moment, in the darkness just inches from the window, a pair of lustful eyes were greedily watching her.

A day's work had left her feeling a little tired, and in the quiet of the night, in this space reserved for women, she was truly without any guard. Therefore, she was completely unaware that Mi Jian was secretly following her, lurking outside the window, and of course, she was also unaware that her every move was being watched. Her carefully protected, never-before-seen-by-a-man body was being feasted on by a young lecher. She moved gracefully to the bathroom mirror, squeezed some pink shower gel into her palm, and gently applied it to her body. Her beautiful, delicate hands spread the gel evenly, then gently rubbed and lathered her body, soon creating a rich foam. She gently washed herself, caressing the faint marks left by her underwear on her back and waist. Then she applied the foam to her smooth abdomen and rounded buttocks. She felt both proud and afraid of her body. She was proud of her outstanding figure, which often attracted envious and jealous discussions from other women. She was afraid that her beauty also attracted some ill-intentioned glances from men.

Blessed by heaven, her skin was exceptionally fair, smooth, and delicate. Her busy skincare routine hadn't made her prematurely haggard; instead, it had made her grow increasingly graceful and elegant. Xueling carefully massaged her mature, perfect breasts. The full, snowy peaks felt indescribably comfortable under her palms' massage. When her fingers traced the rosy tips of her nipples, she felt a surge of desire, a shiver running through her body, every pore opening up. Yes, at 23, in the prime of her life, she sometimes craved her boyfriend's caresses. But recently, her breasts had become particularly sensitive; even a gentle touch during a bath could bring about this same arousal, which made her feel somewhat embarrassed. Her hands continued downwards, to her abdomen, thighs… her hands began to scrub the mons pubis beneath her fair belly in circles, her fingers reaching between her legs to wash away the day's sweat.

Accidentally, her fingertips brushed against her delicate labia majora, and Xueling's body trembled. A tingling, itchy sensation spread throughout her body—it felt so good! Xue Ling's right hand then lingered on her lower body, slowly and gently washing it, while her left hand rested on her waist, her slender waist swaying back and forth. Her eyes quietly closed, a blush rising on her fair cheeks, and a soft moan escaped her throat... the only sound was the soft rustling of water. Xue Ling seemed to be intoxicated by the pleasurable stimulation of this moment.

Soon, she realized she was masturbating, and her right hand immediately stopped. She was clearly extremely ashamed of her actions, her pure and beautiful face turning completely red. She bent down, washing her slender calves and feet, then quickly walked to the showerhead to wash off the foam.

Mi Jian's gaze never left Xue Ling's body, watching her hands move over her flawless white flesh, he couldn't help but swallow several times. Seeing her hands gently kneading her high, white breasts, Mi Jian's penis almost burst through his pants. Her breasts were so firm and full, reminding Mi Jian of the warm, soft feeling he had when he rested his head on those snow-capped peaks in the corridor that day. Mi Jian's eyes followed Xue Ling's hands as they roamed her body, imagining himself embracing this jade-like beauty and caressing her to his heart's content. When Xue Ling's hands moved to her lower abdomen, Mi Jian didn't even blink. Her slightly raised mons pubis looked so full, and the mysterious triangle hidden between her tightly closed legs was so alluring. How wonderful it would be to touch it, to lick it! Xue Ling's soft moans reached his ears. Ah! This beautiful woman was masturbating! Mi Jian's excitement soared. Xue Ling's swaying waist, one hand caressing her genitals and the other around her waist, her tightly closed eyes, her slightly trembling long eyelashes, and her blushing, delicate face—far from being lewd, made Xue Ling appear even more innocent. Unfortunately, this alluring moment ended quickly, leaving Mi Jian with a slight sense of regret. However, the moment Xue Ling bent over to wash her calves and ankles, her rounded buttocks lifted, revealing the pink and delicate mysterious valley between her fair skin. Mi Jian's penis stood erect, as if eager to pounce and penetrate that alluring little secret. Taking advantage of Xue Ling's bent-over posture, Mi Jian swiftly reached out and secretly snatched Xue Ling's white panties from the windowsill. The narrow thong carried Xue Ling's unique body fragrance.

The hot water from the showerhead, carrying steam, enveloped Xue Ling's smooth body, quickly rinsing away the foam. The warm water washed away Xue Ling's fatigue of the day. Her fair skin flushed slightly under the warm water. Xue Ling raised her hands, letting the water flow directly over her body, enjoying the comfort of the hot bath. Mi Jian, meanwhile, watched the bathing beauty from outside the window, enjoying the thrill of voyeurism. The tap was finally turned off. Xue Ling took a towel, dried herself, then took her dark blue underwear from the hook and put it on, along with a dark blue bratop and a dress. She untied her hair, tidied it, and then tied it into a ponytail. Mi Jian knew she was finished showering and, afraid she would discover him, carefully retreated to the next room. Perhaps because she was a little sleepy, Xue Ling didn't notice that her underwear on the windowsill was missing. She simply stuffed her toiletries and change of clothes into a plastic bag. Then, Mi Jian heard Xue Ling turn off the light and open the door. He hid behind the door next door until Xue Ling entered the duty room, then carefully opened the break room door and slipped back to his own room. He lay back on the bed, his mind filled with images of Xue Ling's naked, white body surrounded by steam. He covered his head with Xue Ling's underwear, inhaling her scent, and masturbated until he couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated, then fell asleep exhausted.

The next day, when he heard a knock on the door, he found a stain on the bed and Xue Ling's white, sexy panties still covering her head. He quickly hid them. In

the third section, "Conspiracy and Preparation,"

Mi Jian's condition improved rapidly, but he still refused to be discharged. He told his father that the hospital was quiet, which would be beneficial for him to study and familiarize himself with the company's business. Mr. Mi was naturally pleased and allowed him to recuperate in the hospital. Of course, Mi Jian stayed because of Xue Ling. Ever since he spied on Xue Ling after her bath that night, he had been obsessed with her fair and curvaceous body, unable to eat or sleep, thinking all day about how to possess her. He considered seducing her in the hospital room, but the risk was too great. He also considered kidnapping her on her way to work to her villa, but Xue Ling lived in the hospital, and with so many people coming and going, it would be difficult and inappropriate. Finally, by sheer chance, he discovered a place—a small house on the hospital rooftop.

One day, he took the elevator back to his ward on the 30th floor, but absentmindedly pressed the wrong floor, and the elevator took him all the way to the top floor. So he went up the stairs to the rooftop. The rooftop door was locked, but he pushed it open easily. This was the highest floor of the hospital, offering a panoramic view of the surrounding area. Mi Jian wasn't interested in the scenery; instead, he recalled the movie "Naked Horror," where a rapist's act involved binding his victim to a rooftop and subjecting them to abuse. He found the hospital rooftop to be a very safe location. Besides the cooling towers, solar panels, and water towers, there was only the elevator machine room. Above the machine room was a small room, empty except for a window, a fluorescent light, an old sofa, and a hard bed. This used to be the elevator operator's quarters, but the hospital dismissed him to save costs, and no one came up there anymore. Even the night guards never went up to the rooftop, so it was eerily quiet all day long. Mi Jian picked the lock on the small room, went inside, and was very satisfied. The window opened towards the sea; even with the lights on, no one could see him. This was the perfect place for humiliation! A plan had formed in Mi Jian's mind.

In the following days, Mi Jian began to choose the time for the attack. He knew that only when Xue Ling finished her shift and was alone would she be least likely to be discovered, making it the best time to strike. Saturday nights were the quietest time in the hospital, and the night shift ended at 11 pm. Xue Ling often didn't sleep in the duty room after her shift but went back to her dormitory. Therefore, the route from her duty room to her dormitory was the best place for him to strike.

After repeated reconnaissance, Mi Jian discovered that the main road from the lobby to the dormitory was frequently patrolled by guards; the only way to strike was inside the ward building. Next to the nurses' break room was a large door, behind which was the stairwell for the ward freight elevator. Beyond the stairwell was another large door leading to the fire escape. Because of its proximity, nurses always preferred to take this elevator downstairs, and Xue Ling was no exception. On Saturday nights, no one would use this elevator, so as long as he hid in the stairwell, subdued Xue Ling while she waited for the elevator, and then took her to the rooftop, it would be a flawless operation. Mi Jian applauded his criminal genius. He sneaked back to the villa and secretly took a mattress and two sticks of Indian sedative incense to the rooftop hut. He then checked the nurses' schedules during their rounds and discovered that Xue Ling was scheduled to work the night shift the coming Saturday. He began to look forward to Saturday. On Friday afternoon, he asked his attending physician for leave to go home, which was approved, ensuring no one would suspect him. On

Saturday night, he returned to the hospital in a hospital gown, made one last check of the rooftop hut, and hid in the fire escape behind the elevator shaft with the sedative incense. With

everything prepared, his heart began to pound nervously.

He kept checking his watch, and when he saw the nurse on duty emerge from the elevator and enter the ward, he put on a mask, opened the fire door, lit the sedative incense, placed it in the elevator shaft, and hid behind the door again, waiting for that beautiful figure to appear…

Section Four: The Lights of the Rooftop Hut

It was another hot night. Xueling finished writing her shift handover log, glanced at the wall clock—it was 10:45 PM, 15 minutes until the handover. Xueling made her final rounds of the wards. Since it was the weekend, many patients had taken leave to go home, so several rooms were empty. Returning to the nurses' office, her replacement was already there. After a few words of conversation, Xueling briefed them on the conditions of several critically ill patients, ending her night shift.

As usual, Xueling removed her hat, belt, and shoes in the changing room, took her change of clothes, and went into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, she emerged wearing a dark blue, button-down, sleeved short dress, her hair tied up with a blue hair tie. She put her toiletries back in the changing room, packed her underwear in a plastic bag and put it in her handbag, put on a pair of one-and-a-half-inch thick, flat, dark blue strappy sandals, and walked out of the break room towards the elevator. Xue Ling had no idea she was walking step by step into the clutches of a lecherous maniac. Her light footsteps made a melodious sound on the marble floor as she headed towards the elevator. Then, with her delicate hands, she pushed open the heavy, metal-clad fire door in front of the elevator, and with a click, Xue Ling's figure stepped into the darkness of the elevator. As soon as Xue Ling entered the elevator, she sensed something was wrong: a strange white smoke filled the dark space, carrying a fragrance she had never smelled before. At first, she didn't pay much attention, assuming some patients had been secretly smoking there. But soon she was shocked. After taking a couple of puffs of the fragrance, she felt drowsy. Just a few steps from the elevator door, she suddenly felt weak all over, unable to take another step. She stumbled, almost falling, but luckily she grabbed the wall for support. Xueling, fighting off her growing weariness, struggled to the elevator, leaning against the wall, and pressed the button. The elevator doors opened slowly and silently. In the elevator's light, she saw an incense stick beside the door, its burning tip emitting wisps of white smoke. Just then, the door behind her clicked open, followed by hurried footsteps. Xueling then felt a pair of strong, powerful arms encircle her slender waist from behind. These arms possessed immense strength, easily lifting her light body onto their shoulders. Before Xueling could scream, her vision blurred, and her feet left the ground. She only had time to see that the person holding her was a man in a blue and white striped hospital gown. He wore a baseball cap pulled low over his head and a large white mask, his eyes gleaming with a lewd light. Xueling's screams were like a kitten's meow, inaudible to anyone. She felt herself being carried into the elevator, and then, in fear and despair, the elevator doors closed silently and slowly. Xue Ling felt a sudden darkness engulf her, and then she knew nothing more.

Mi Jian, watching nervously from behind the fire door, breathed heavily when he heard Xue Ling's footsteps.

The Indian aphrodisiac he had lit in the elevator was from a magician; it was said to be used by Indian princes to subdue defiant women, and its potency was so strong that just one or two puffs would render one immobile for 12 hours. Sure enough,

Xue Ling was immediately under the influence of the aphrodisiac upon entering the elevator. Seeing her open the elevator door, Mi Jian knew he couldn't miss this opportunity. He took several deep breaths, held his breath, pushed open the fire door, and strode forward. He embraced Xue Ling's soft body from behind, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and entered the elevator. Xue Ling was powerless to resist. Without hesitation, he pressed the "36" button, then watched as the elevator doors slowly closed and began to ascend rapidly. Only then did he dare to take a long breath. The aphrodisiac was too potent; he didn't want to fall for it himself. The elevator smoothly ascended to the 36th floor, the top floor.

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened. Mi Jian carried the unconscious Xue Ling out of the elevator and into a long, dark corridor. This area was usually the administrative office, and of course, no one was there now. Mi Jian skillfully navigated two turns and arrived at the stairwell leading to the rooftop. Perhaps due to his excitement, Mi Jian almost tripped while climbing the stairs. He adjusted Xue Ling on his shoulder and used his foot to push open the slightly ajar rooftop door.

A cool night breeze blew in from the sea, making Mi Jian realize he was already drenched in sweat. Passing the whirring cooling tower, Mi Jian went straight to the second floor of the elevator machine room and slipped into the small room next door. High up in the hospital building, in a corner of the rooftop, no one noticed that a light had suddenly come on in a small window on this midsummer night.

Mi Jian turned on the fluorescent light, and the darkness of the small room was immediately dispelled by the bright light. He gently placed Xue Ling on the old sofa in the middle of the small room and turned to leave. He went straight to the rooftop door, closed it again, and locked it from the inside. He had gone to great lengths to ensure a perfect start to his plan and didn't want to take any risks. After finishing all this, he returned to the cabin, his clothes soaked with sweat. He took off his hat, mask, and clothes, leaving only a black face mask, and began to scrutinize his prey leaning against the sofa.

Xue Ling was softly reclining on the sofa, her head resting on one armrest, her hands folded in front of her chest. Her dark blue short-sleeved dress was beltless, with a row of buttons down the front, and the hem was very short, only about ten centimeters above her knees, revealing a large portion of Xue Ling's beautiful, fair, and slender legs. The dress was narrow and form-fitting, thus exposing Xue Ling's graceful figure. At this moment, her body was half-reclined, her jade-like legs bent and dangling over the edge of the chair. Xue Ling had a pair of beautiful feet, and the deep blue strappy sandals she wore made her crystal-clear feet appear like pure white lotuses. Ten perfectly proportioned toes were neatly displayed, their carefully manicured nails coated with a thin layer of clear nail polish, like ten rose petals applied.

At the heel, her rounded ankles were alluring, and through the gap between her ankles and the shoe, one could see her white soles. Her calves were snow-white, like sections of jade lotus roots, slender and firm, their smooth skin gleaming with a captivating luster. Her short dress couldn't conceal her long thighs, and her bent posture left one side of her thigh almost completely exposed. Mi Jian's gaze was fixed directly on the exposed area on the back of Xue Ling's thigh, the fair and delicate skin stimulating his lust. He stood up, straightened Xue Ling's leaning body, rested her head on the back of the chair, slightly raised it, and placed her hands on the armrests. He knelt down, reached out and grasped Xue Ling's snow-white calves, pulling them straight. Then, he tilted his head, his gaze following the smooth curve of her thighs down into her skirt… His hands held Xue Ling's slender legs in his, the delicate, smooth skin feeling like jade, cool and moist. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Xue Ling's calves.

After a passionate kiss, he lifted Xue Ling's left foot and placed it on his knee as he knelt, beginning to unfasten the shoe buckle on the outside of her foot. The buckle came undone, the thin shoelace slipped out, and one of Xue Ling's beautiful feet was freed, revealed to Mi Jian. Soon, Mi Jian also took off Xue Ling's right shoe, then held these crystal-clear feet in his hands, admiring them closely. These jade feet were perfect; any addition or subtraction would be too much or too little. Their skin color, shape, and softness were all exquisite. Mi Jian couldn't resist kneeling down and licking them.

After playing with her to his heart's content, Mi Jian gently put Xue Ling's bare feet down and began to caress her shapely thighs with both hands.

His hand moved higher and higher over the smooth skin, eventually reaching inside Xue Ling's skirt. His hand groped and quickly touched the base of her thighs. The skirt was so tight that he had to extend one hand, but at the same time, his other hand had already lifted the edge of Xue Ling's panties, his fingers slipping between her legs. He felt a mound and a soft patch of grass on top—Xue Ling's full mons pubis and lovely pubic hair. Mi Jian couldn't help but smile smugly. So one hand began to happily caress her mons pubis, while the other hand eagerly began to unbutton Xue Ling's dress. He unbuttoned the dress one button at a time from bottom to top, slowly revealing the beautiful dark blue thong between her white thighs, and of course, his own hand inside. Then he saw a patch of white—Xue Ling's beautiful lower abdomen. Then even her dark blue bratop was revealed—it was real silk. As he unbuttoned the last button, he withdrew his other hand from her mons pubis. He grabbed the loosened collar of her dress and pulled it apart, then pulled it down by the collar, until the blue dress was down to her elbows, leaving Xue Ling only in her dark blue underwear. Mi Jian stared at her full, seemingly bursting breasts below her snow-white neck and couldn't help but reach out and touch them. Even through the bra, the soft, elastic breasts made him swallow hard.

He pulled the bratop up to Xue Ling's chin, and her two snow-white, alluring breasts were once again exposed to Mi Jian. Ever since that night of peeping, these crystal-white peaks had haunted Mi Jian's dreams, and now he could finally enjoy these unguarded, beautiful breasts to his heart's content. Without a word, Mi Jian immediately grabbed these delicate, smooth beauties and began to knead them. Xue Ling's breasts were evenly hemispherical, with fair and translucent skin, incredibly delicate. Her areolas and nipples were small, pink, petite, and extremely sensitive; a gentle touch was enough to make the two soft, adorable little points quickly stand erect, their color turning a vibrant peach-pink. Recalling Xue Ling's shy demeanor while washing her breasts in the shower that night, Mi Jian suspected that Xue Ling's beautiful breasts might never have been touched by a man.

The thought that Xue Ling might still be a virgin, and that he might be her first man, excited Mi Jian. He forgot about continuing to savor the beauty of Xue Ling's soft, warm chest; one hand placed on Xue Ling's lower back, forcefully lifting her up, while the other hand simultaneously grabbed the top edge of Xue Ling's panties and pulled them down forcefully.

After some effort, the dark blue panties were finally pulled down to her knees, and as the mound of Xue Ling's abdomen and the grassy area became visible, the opening of the mysterious garden hidden between her legs was finally revealed.

Impatient, Mi Jian didn't even finish pulling down Xue Ling's panties before his right hand reached straight for the lower part of the black triangle at the base of her thigh.

His purpose was to check and confirm. His right index finger quickly found the secret place in the valley within the dark forest. Without thinking twice, he parted the delicate jade gate and thrust inside! His rough fingers soon encountered an obstacle; a thin membrane blocked the way, leaving only a small opening in the middle... Xue Ling was a virgin! The beautiful, white body beneath him, half-undressed, was an undeflowered virgin! This discovery filled Mi Jian with ecstatic joy, almost making him jump for joy. In a frenzy of ecstasy, he opened his backpack, took out the camera he had prepared beforehand, and started taking pictures of Xue Ling, who was half-naked, her clothes mostly off, her private parts completely exposed. Blinding flashes and the clicking of

camera shutters echoed from the rooftop hut... Perhaps it was Mi Jian's rough examination of her genitals, perhaps it was the constant flashing of the camera, or perhaps the effects of the sleeping potion had worn off prematurely due to insufficient inhalation—in any case, Xue Ling slowly woke up while Mi Jian was taking pictures. Her vision gradually cleared, and what she saw immediately shocked the young and beautiful girl: she was in a small hut, slumped against a sofa, her clothes disheveled: her skirt was unbuttoned and pulled down behind her back, her bra top was pulled down to her neck, and her underwear was pulled up to her knees. She was almost completely naked, her white breasts and private parts completely exposed to the night wind. What terrified her even more was that a man wearing only a black mask, revealing his mouth, nose, and eyes, and completely naked, was holding a camera and taking pictures incessantly. Xue Ling remembered fainting in the elevator and being carried on the shoulder of a man in a hospital gown… She had encountered a pervert! This terrifying thought flashed through her mind for the first time, and she struggled and cried for help, but her limbs seemed not to belong to her; she couldn't move them at all, and couldn't even utter a sound.

"I've inhaled anesthetic!" Professional instinct made Xue Ling realize what had happened, and her heart was immediately gripped by immense terror. The flashes continued, and Xue Ling dared not imagine what might happen next.

Mi Jian saw Xue Ling gradually waking up, still calmly pressing the shutter. He knew that even if Xue Ling regained consciousness, her body would still be unable to move; she was still a lamb to the slaughter, and watching her pain and helplessness during the process of having her virginity taken from her made Mi Jian exceptionally excited. He put down the camera, squatted down in front of Xue Ling, and gently stroked her entire body. When Xue Ling saw the stranger's large hands reaching towards her pristine, untouched white body, her breathing immediately quickened, her high, firm breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath. The moment those large hands touched her smooth, white skin, her body tensed. Mi Jian's hands slid from her thighs, lower abdomen, and slender waist upwards, the white skin as smooth as satin. His hands reached Xue Ling's high breasts, grasping one of her round, glistening breasts as if holding two snow-white jade balls, kneading and caressing them wantonly. At the same time, his head buried itself in Xue Ling's abdomen, licking and sucking her delicate, jade-like skin. His mouth moved lower and lower, suddenly pressing against the rounded mons pubis between Xue Ling's legs, gently kissing and nibbling. When her two most sensitive areas were touched, Xue Ling felt a tingling, electric-like sensation coursing through her body. Her smooth skin trembled slightly, her thin, red lips parted slightly, revealing a row of neat, white teeth, and her clear eyes held a confused yet irresistible look. Her long eyelashes began to tremble incessantly.

Mi Jian clearly felt the slight changes in the body beneath his hands. He was delighted by Xue Ling's sensitivity, so he slid his hand to her buttocks, placed her hands on his shoulders, and lifted her up with a forceful lift.

He quickly walked to the bed, which was already covered with a dark green mattress, and gently laid her down. Xue Ling was already panting heavily from Mi Jian's caresses. When she was lifted and placed on the bed, she understood what fate awaited her.

She was terrified that her virginity, which she had guarded for 23 years, was about to be taken by a stranger, that her pure and innocent body would be violated. But she was powerless to resist, and a crystal-clear tear finally welled up in her eye. Mi Jian, who had been waiting for a long time, turned Xue Ling over, reached out and pulled off her hair tie, causing her long, beautiful black hair to cascade down. He grabbed her short dress, which had slipped down to her elbows, and yanked it down, tossing it back. The dark blue dress, like a wounded butterfly, drifted far away to the ground. Next, he unhooked the clasp of Xue Ling's bra at the back, then forcefully pulled the dark blue bratop from her head to her back and held it in his hand, leaving Xue Ling's upper body naked. Mi Jian then removed her silk panties, which had fallen to her knees, from between her legs, completely exposing Xue Ling's body.

He brought Xue Ling's underwear to his nose and smelled it. Besides the fragrance of bath soap left from her recent shower, he also smelled Xue Ling's unique, orchid-like fragrance. He took a deep breath, then pulled her panties over his head. He reached out and ripped off the thin silver chain around Xue Ling's neck. The pendant was a silver cross given to her by her boyfriend, but it had been carelessly tossed into the dust under the bed. Having done this, Mi Jian turned Xue Ling's naked, pristine white body over, laying her flat in the center of the bed.

"Even if Jesus were alive again, he couldn't save you, my beauty," Mi Jian whispered in Xue Ling's ear.

Xue Ling remained as quiet as a docile lamb, allowing the demon to remove her clothes piece by piece until she was completely naked. Now, her flawless, snow-white body was exposed before the demon. Her proud, perfect curves, smooth, white skin, soft, firm breasts, and tender, all-encompassing beauty—this precious body that every man would fight to protect—was now defenselessly exposed to the demon's grasp, ready to be ravaged and defiled. The demon's eyes were filled with bestial lust, staring intently at her, his gaze frequently lingering on her chest and genitals. Xue Ling was filled with shame and fear, yet unable to stop this lewd gaze from ravaging her. With her arms outstretched and her long, slender legs spread wide, Mi Jian positioned the naked woman in a "X" shape, a helpless and poignant posture, allowing every part of her youthful and alluring body to be within his sight. He took the camera and captured this provocative moment. He kept changing angles to photograph Xue Ling's naked body until the film ran out. The intense flashes and her masochistic pose brought tears to Xue Ling's eyes. Her pitiful eyes were filled with pleading, as if begging Mi Jian to stop his humiliation and violation. However, when Mi Jian met the girl's desperate gaze, it only fueled his long-suppressed desire for her.

Mi Jian put down the camera, sat on the edge of the bed, and his penis, now swollen and thick, rubbed against Xue Ling's delicate face. Xue Ling was terrified by the large penis and tightly closed her eyes. Xue Ling felt that ugly thing rubbing against her body, slowly circling from her cheeks and neck to her breasts. Every place rubbed felt hot, and she felt a strong sense of disgust. Mi Jian let out two triumphant chuckles, like the hooting of an owl. Suddenly, Mi Jian pounced on Xue Ling, his large mouth pressing tightly against her thin, tender lips in a passionate kiss. His rough tongue roughly pried open her mouth, plunging inside and teasing her relentlessly, unwilling to leave for a long time. His heavy breathing and hot breaths almost suffocated Xue Ling. Mi Jian's hands also began to caress Xue Ling's body, his movements firm and powerful, repeatedly stroking her radiant, flawless white skin. Xue Ling's beautiful ankles, long, white legs, flat and smooth abdomen, and firm, snow-white breasts all obediently received his warm, wet palms. He bent down and began to kiss Xue Ling's beautiful feet, sucking on her delicate toes and licking her smooth soles with his tongue. The incredibly itchy sensation lasted for a while, and Xue Ling felt his tongue wriggling along her thigh. Mi Jian kissed Xue Ling's delicate, smooth skin, kneading her breasts as he went. His fingers pinched her cute little nipples, pulling them upwards, then flicking and teasing them with his index finger. Eventually, he pressed her white breasts together forcefully, creating a deep cleavage, and his hot, large mouth sucked on one of her nipples. Xue Ling felt her chest swell, itch, and ache from the caresses; the intense stimulation caused her to let out a soft moan, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead. Finally, the hot mouth left her chest, but Xue Ling was startled and almost screamed. Mi Jian, while kissing her, was moving towards her genitals.

"No!" Xue Ling's scream was barely audible to herself, immediately silenced by the urge from her lower body. Mi Jian's hands teased her inner thighs, his tongue eagerly licking her full, pink labia majora. Xue Ling's body tensed even more, her outstretched hands gripping the blanket beneath her. Mi Jian's head rested on Xue Ling's mons pubis, his face touching her soft, dark pubic hair, his tongue relentlessly licking her open vulva. With each lick, he felt Xue Ling's body tremble, and soon, clear love fluid flowed from her untouched garden. Xue Ling's legs were spread wide, unable to protect her vulva, allowing Mi Jian's tongue to tease her genitals until they were unbearably itchy.

She had never experienced the pleasures of love before; her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth slightly open, and she was panting heavily. Soon, her lips were dry, and her fair face was flushed. Seeing Xue Ling's uncontrollable expression, Mi Jian's lust intensified, and his fingers began to tease her vulva wantonly until Xue Ling's genitals were wet. Only then did he stop, placing a white silk scarf beneath Xue Ling, and then aiming his already impatient penis at her vulva.

Just as Xue Ling managed to catch her breath, she felt as if a hot iron was pressing against her lower body. The sensation made her slightly open her eyes, and she was immediately overwhelmed with shock and fear, almost fainting: the demon had spread his legs and was straddling her, his thick penis erect and thrusting like a venomous snake towards her genitals! Xue Ling desperately tried to move her body, desperately trying to avoid that ugly penis, but she couldn't move at all.

The owl-like cacophony of laughter rang out again, and the devil whispered in her ear, "Baby, I'm coming in." Then he thrust forward... Xue Ling immediately felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her lower body; before the pain subsided, another excruciating pain followed, even more intense than the first, as if a sharp sword were being thrust into her; by the third, she was almost numb, then felt a forceful opening, her lower body filled with venomous snakes, her vulva feeling as if it were being torn apart. She knew her virginity had been cruelly and brutally taken; this man had taken her first time. In immense pain and sorrow, the poor girl's face was soaked with tears. Then she felt the venomous snake inside her begin to rotate and throb. The tidal wave of stimulation finally broke down her last line of defense. The thin walls of her vagina were gradually stretched open by the grinding and thrusting of the snake's head. The snake burrowed deeper and deeper inside her, finally raising its ugly head and biting down on the soft cervix at the top of her vagina. Her body went completely limp…

Mi Jian's first thrust failed to penetrate Xue Ling's thin hymen, so he adjusted his position, held Xue Ling's slender waist with both hands, and thrust forward again. The engorged glans felt the obstacle in front of it resist slightly, but finally could not resist and was penetrated. His penis was almost halfway in.

In an instant, he felt his penis tightly surrounded by the warm, narrow secret passage. A strong urge arose. This virgin's vagina is so tight! He thrust forward again with force, but the path ahead was very tight and narrow. His penis only went in a few centimeters before he had to pull back. He was amazed by Xue Ling's tenacity. The female body beneath him was taut like a bowstring. He knew he couldn't force his way in, so he pulled his penis back a little and began grinding and rotating it against the walls of Xue Ling's secret passage. Sure enough, with each grinding, the passage overflowed with honey-like fluid. With ample lubrication, his penis broke through the virgin's tight passage and plunged straight into Xue Ling's precious flower core. He began thrusting his penis in and out, the glans slamming heavily against Xue Ling's cervix with each stroke. The tight virgin vagina excited him greatly, each impact accompanied by the sound of pubic bones colliding.

Soon he noticed that Xue Ling's body had completely gone limp. He knew she had been conquered and had given up resisting, so he thrust even more vigorously. He withdrew his penis, a thin line of bright red blood clinging to the huge cylinder. He looked at Xue Ling's lower body again; the flowing love fluid was also mixed with striking bright red, flowing from her jade gate, down to the sides of her snow-white thighs, and onto the white silk scarf beneath her. She was indeed a virgin. Mi Jian thrust his penis into Xue Ling's body again. He lay on top of her, kneading her high, white breasts with both hands, leaving passionate kisses on her forehead, behind her ears, and cheeks, licking away the tear stains on her beautiful face, and then pressing his lips against hers for long, continuous kisses. Her face was turned to the side, her delicate brows furrowed, her smooth face contorted with pain from time to time. However, Mi Jian could still feel the warm, white body beneath him gradually beginning to respond to his intrusion, and he became increasingly excited.

As Mi Jian's penis thrust in and out with increasing force, Xue Ling gradually lost her senses. The intruder's repeated friction intensely stimulated her secret passage, the forced squeeze causing pain that penetrated to the bone. Finally, the helpless girl succumbed to the devil's ravages, her steadfast clitoris easily breached. Xue Ling was filled with immense shame and pain, yet her sensitive body instinctively betrayed her thoughts. The pleasure in her chest and lower body gradually overwhelmed the pain and shame of being violated. Her secret vagina continuously flowed clear nectar under the humiliation, and even her vulva opened and closed with the penis's thrusts. Her soft breasts turned pink from the constant rubbing, her areolas became engorged with blood, and her small nipples were already hard and erect. Her body was completely relaxed, except for the skin on her inner thighs, which spasmed from the pain of the penis's continuous penetration. Xueling felt her soul had left her; she was like a speck of dust in the boundless universe, drifting in darkness. With each repeated thrust, the pain beneath her gradually lessened. Her vagina, after its initial sudden expansion, slowly became moist. The constant friction between the penis and the vaginal walls aroused her, gradually leading her to give up resistance and even cooperate with the rapist's movements. Under this guidance, Xueling's body became involuntarily limp. Mi Jian, of course, sensed this, and a cruel thought arose. Suddenly, Mi Jian's penis stopped thrusting and withdrew from her tight vagina. Xueling felt a sudden emptiness in her lower body, and then all sensation vanished. Immediately, an unbearable tingling sensation swept over her, like millions of ants crawling on her body. The constricted passage suddenly loosened, and the thin inner walls immediately became engorged with blood.

Tortured by this sudden interruption of torture, she gasped for breath. Just then, Mi Jian's penis thrust in again with all its might! Her engorged vagina, at its most delicate and tender, was suddenly subjected to violent thrusting, instantly pushed to its limit by the raging cock. Xue Ling was immediately overwhelmed by the tearing pain in her lower body. She let out a agonizing scream, "Ah--" Mi Jian then forcefully pulled her legs together, another wave of excruciating pain causing Xue Ling to completely lose consciousness. Even Mi Jian's triumphant and cruel laughter seemed to fade away.

Mi Jian's thrusting had reached its climax; amidst the "slurp, slurp" of the thrusting, Xue Ling let out painful groans and gasps, while Mi Jian, panting heavily, felt his lower body throbbing with the urge to ejaculate. Under the frenzied thrusting, Mi Jian's penis pressed tightly against the center of Xue Ling's flower core. His hands gripped Xue Ling's firm, full breasts, his fingers digging deep into her soft, full breasts. His lower body slammed into Xue Ling's genitals, and after a spasm, Mi Jian felt a throbbing pain in his lower body, and the surging heat within him finally erupted, shooting into Xue Ling's soft, warm womb.

The union between man and woman was completed in an instant, and both let out soft sighs. Mi Jian lay satisfied on Xue Ling's soft body, gratified by such a perfect and stimulating union. Mi Jian whispered in Xue Ling's ear, "I have you, you belong to me." Two hot tears streamed down Xue Ling's tightly closed eyes. She knew that her pure and innocent body had lost its virginity. Xue Ling felt waves of pain all over her body. Her snow-white breasts bore the red marks of the devil's ten fingers, and her private parts were swollen and burning from the pressure and friction, as if they had been burned. But none of this compared to the immense pain in her heart. Her longing for a better life, her expectations for a happy future—everything—was stolen and destroyed in that moment by the man who raped her. She was powerless to resist the misfortune fate had brought her, and could only silently accept the tragic reality.

Night had fallen, and Mi Jian's limp penis remained inside Xue Ling's warm body, a thin, viscous liquid slowly flowing from her swollen vulva. He lay beside Xue Ling, one hand gently stroking her sweat-drenched, smooth black hair, the other lightly kneading her abused breasts, his legs tightly entwined between her thighs. The fragrance emanating from her smooth body grew stronger, her hued body radiating an even more alluring glow after being violated. Mi Jian held Xue Ling's beautiful, naked body, licking her smooth back and soft buttocks, his hands continuing to knead her proud breasts. Mi Jian felt his penis slowly harden again, so he thrust in and out without hesitation. A cool night breeze blew into the rooftop hut, ruffling Xue Ling's long hair. Entangled by the demon, she continued to offer her maidenly beauty, her pure white, naked body rising and falling with the intense thrusts. Her clean face no longer showed sorrow or pain; she only wished never to wake up…

Epilogue of Chapter Five:

The eastern dawn gradually appeared, the lights in the rooftop hut still bright. The humiliation and rape had finally stopped.

Xue Ling, her body ravaged, had fallen into a deep sleep. Mi Jian pulled his limp penis from Xue Ling's vagina, rubbed his aching back, and got out of bed. He draped a skirt over Xue Ling, glanced one last time at the beautiful body that drove him mad, dressed himself, and, taking her still-fragrant underwear, turned and left the hut.

When Xue Ling awoke in pain, she was already dressed in a dress. She struggled to get out of bed, enduring the sharp pain as she dressed.

A cool breeze blew a note from a chair to her face. On the white paper were striking blood-red words: "You will always belong to me!" Xue Ling could no longer contain her fear and shame, and burst into tears…

Mi Jian was soon discharged from the hospital. He never saw Xue Ling's beautiful figure again, only hearing that she had taken a long leave of absence to return to her parents' side, citing health reasons.

A month later, on another sweltering night, Mi Jian sat behind his large desk at the Grand Hotel, carefully gazing at Xue Ling's beautiful and alluring nude photos, reminiscing about that night in the rooftop cabin—Xue Ling's pure white, naked body, the warm, narrow passage of her lovemaking, the striking red virgin blood on her fair skin, and the perfect, passionate union of their bodies…

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