Zhao San's Adventures 12

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(I)
Zhao San was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. He left the orphanage at the age of 15 and had been
living on the streets ever since. He was clever and quick-witted, but he was also too cowardly to join the criminal underworld
, and could only steal wallets from people on buses.
Summer weather is always scorching; the wind on your face feels like it's burning. In a
relatively dark corner of a pedestrian street in Y City, a man leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, an unshaven beard, of medium build,
and clothes that looked like they hadn't been washed in a long time. At first glance, he looked extremely slovenly. Despite his
slovenly appearance, his eyes were sharp, constantly observing the passersby on the pedestrian street like they were hunting prey
. This man was Zhao San.
After watching for over half an hour, Zhao San finally found his target. The pedestrian street was crowded and he only needed to
squeeze through the crowd and steal something. Just as he had succeeded, a shout of "Thief!" attracted
the attention of those around him. Zhao San reacted immediately and ran towards the crowd. As he ran, he glanced
at who the culprit was.
"Hmph,"
he thought, "it's a little girl." He remembered her face and vowed to get revenge later. If the other person had been a man and looked tough, Zhao
San , being timid
, would never have dared to even think about revenge. Anyway, he had already succeeded, so he ran. "Trying to run away?" Suddenly, Zhao San tripped over his toes and fell. The person who spoke immediately grabbed Zhao San's hands behind his back and lifted him up. Zhao San's heart sank, and he yelled,
"I'm done for!" He slowly turned his head and saw a tall man a head taller than himself. Then the man said, "Hey, I've caught the thief! Can anyone call the police?" Zhao San, thinking, "Damn, is it really necessary to call the police?" panicked and struggled desperately. The man clearly hadn't expected the thief to struggle. Zhao San, with one hand free, immediately pulled a small knife from his pocket and stabbed the man in the stomach. A thief carries a knife not for any other reason than to intimidate others if caught , and Zhao San was clearly terrified. The man didn't react in time, nor did the surrounding people. After Zhao San's first stab, the man immediately released his grip and clutched his wound . Zhao San, with his other hand free, stabbed the man several more times and then ran away . The onlookers naturally didn't dare stop him. Zhao San escaped, but was quickly caught. If it were just stealing, that would be one thing, but stabbing someone made it much more serious. After the judge's gavel fell, Zhao San was sentenced to two years and six months in prison. Zhao San's physique and personality flaws naturally made his time in prison difficult. The prison walls were so high that even though it was sunny, Zhao San couldn't feel the sun's heat. There were also breaks in prison, during which Zhao San would stand in the sunniest spot on the prison yard. The prison system was so strict that almost everything was subject to control. As a newcomer, Zhao San naturally faced the treatment of newcomers; beatings and humiliations were commonplace. He would often be dragged out of his sleep in the middle of the night to be beaten. After six months of this torture, Zhao San finally couldn't bear it any longer and fought back against the ringleader who had beaten and humiliated him. As the saying goes, the ruthless are afraid of those who don't value their lives. Gradually gained prestige in the prison and had a group of followers. He also changed his timid nature and became increasingly ruthless. One day, a handsome young man arrived at the prison. Though called a young man, he wasn't young at all; he had the appearance of a 20-year-old but the maturity of a 40-year-old. As a newcomer, he naturally received special treatment. Zhao San immediately sensed something was amiss. For the first time in his life, Zhao San had encountered someone with such an air of authority. "So this kind of charisma really exists," he thought. "I always thought it only existed in books." This man gave him a dangerous feeling, so Zhao San ordered his men not to mess with this so-called newcomer. Sure enough , Zhao San was right. The man who caused trouble the first night was now struggling to walk the next day. "A master," Zhao San realized, and in the following days, he relentlessly pursued the newcomer. Zhao San felt that the best thing he had ever done was to meet this man named Ming. As for why name only had one character, Zhao San didn't bother to find out. He only knew that if he didn't seize the opportunity , he would regret it for the rest of his life. Zhao San slowly approached Ming, his purpose being to become his apprentice. Ming sensed Zhao San's intentions and didn't refuse. Soon after, Zhao San became Ming's apprentice, learning what? Of course, martial arts. "Little San, do you know why you got in so easily?" Ming asked casually, . "Master, I don't know," Zhao San replied after a moment's thought. "That's because you don't understand the law!" Ming glared at Zhao San. "Ah?" Zhao San was surprised. "In today's society, if you study the law and find loopholes, you naturally won't be in here, understand?" Ming explained slowly, without getting angry. "Then how did you get in? Tch," Zhao San muttered to himself, naturally not daring to say it aloud. "Of course, the best way is to stop the victim from harassing you. That way, it changes from a one-sided crime to mutual consent," Ming yawned and said something Zhao San didn't understand. "How is that possible?" Zhao San thought to himself, "You've already hurt someone, how could they not call the police and still be willing?" Ming seemed to see through Zhao San, slowly closed his eyes, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth, saying, "The normal method is naturally impossible, but hypnosis can." "Hypnosis?" Zhao San nodded as if he understood something. He was about to ask more questions when he realized that Ming was no longer willing to talk, so Zhao San had to give up. ... (II) Two years later, Zhao San was released from prison. Although Zhao San was released, he didn't know what to do. Zhao San thought about returning to his old ways, but because he hadn't done it for more than two years, he was rusty. As he walked, Zhao San came to a villa area.

Looking at the villas before him, Zhao San thought, "Heh, with my current skills, this line of work shouldn't be too difficult."
In the past two years in prison, Zhao San hadn't done much else but learn martial arts from Ming and study law on his own. He'd
learned his lesson; only by thoroughly understanding the law could he know how to act legally. Looking at the villas, he thought,
"The lives of the rich are truly different." Zhao San found a relatively secluded villa in the area
and spent seven days investigating the owner's schedule. She left at 9 am, a
maid , the maid would leave at 4 pm, and the owner would return at 4:30 pm. This was basically her routine every day.
However, the villa was relatively secluded, and there weren't many surveillance cameras around.
That morning at 8:30, Zhao San staked out outside the villa until the owner left. The owner seemed to be
a leader of a large company, always wearing a business suit. Although she was a woman, her seemingly good figure was
obscured. Zhao San didn't pay much attention at this time. After all, he had to be careful about what he was about to do, as it would affect whether he
would go to jail again. This time he was smarter and didn't bring a knife or any harmful weapons. After all, if you break
into a house and get caught, it's stealing if you don't carry a weapon, but it's robbery if you do. The crimes are different, and the punishments are
different. Just as Zhao San climbed into the villa and was about to start searching, the sound of Kai Ming outside startled him.
"Damn, is he back? What should I do?" Although Zhao San was nervous, he reacted quickly, immediately
hiding behind the kitchen counter while keeping a close eye on the outside.
"Hmm, it's that maid. Why is she here so early? It's only a little past 10 o'clock." Although his mind
was in turmoil, the two years he spent in prison made him make a quick decision. Zhao San noticed that the maid
hadn't started cleaning immediately after entering the villa. Instead, she was in the living room, head down, putting things into her bag. She had her back to Zhao San.
A good opportunity! Zhao San certainly wouldn't let this chance pass. He rushed over, raised his right hand, and struck the maid on the back of the neck.
The maid only felt a blackout, groaned, and before she could turn her head, she fell to the ground
. Only then did Zhao San notice that the maid wasn't wearing a uniform, but rather quite fashionable clothes. He glanced at her face and
felt that she looked familiar, but not like someone he knew.
"Ah, I remember now, it was your 'silent talk' that landed me in jail." Zhao San recalled for a moment,
remembering that although his memories of the two years in prison were a bit hazy, they weren't completely gone. Now that he remembered
, a surge of hatred rose within him. It was her presence at the court trial that had landed him in prison.
At this moment, Zhao San began to scrutinize the maid lying on the ground. Although she was a maid, she had a
good figure, with curves in all the right places. Her hair was a medium length, styled in a ponytail, but quite short, presumably
cut short for easier work. Her skin wasn't very fair, she had an oval face, and wore lipstick. She wore a
white blouse and a gray skirt. Without close inspection, it was impossible to tell that she was wearing
ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings in such hot weather, and white canvas shoes on her feet. Looking at her with her eyes closed, she seemed quite alluring and
didn't look like a maid at all; rather, she looked like she was going on a date. Zhao San's mind immediately started racing. He didn't know
why she'd come so early, not to work. Looking at the time, it was only 10:30. Zhao San had an idea.
He carried the maid to the second-floor bedroom, threw her belongings on the sofa, then spread them out on
the bed in a starfish shape. He then bound her hands and feet with the villa owner's stockings. He was surprised to find that
the villa owner had quite a lot of clothes.
"She's definitely rich," Zhao San thought resentfully. The maid's hands and feet were now bound, her eyes were
blindfolded, and her mouth was stuffed with thick socks, over which was another layer of stockings. Her shirt wasn't completely
off; the buttons were undone, and her bra was long gone. Her 36E breasts heaved with her breathing.
Not satisfied, Zhao San buttoned up a few more buttons on her shirt, causing her breasts to stand
erect . Through the white shirt, two pink nipples could be seen. Her skirt and underwear were already removed,
but the stockings were still on her legs. As Zhao San removed her shoes, he carefully observed the maid's legs.
The veins on her thighs were visible through the stockings, making them even more alluring. Slowly removing her shoes, he could see her
tender toes and the soles of her feet, slightly sweaty from the heat, exuding an indescribable fragrance that
further fueled Zhao San's lust.
Zhao San used a little water to wake the maid. The maid, still feeling pain in the back of her neck, opened
her eyes but found herself in complete darkness. She tried to speak but felt something stuffed in her mouth, only able to utter
muffled sounds. Then she felt a chill run through her body.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm," she began to struggle, but her hands and feet were bound and she couldn't move, only able
to twist her body. Zhao San remained silent, watching the maid's trembling
body which seemed even more alluring. After struggling for a while and finding no further movement, the maid grew tired and stopped
, hoping the person was merely stealing. That's how people are; when faced with danger, even the slightest
hope will lead them to think the best. Seeing the maid was no longer moving, Zhao San took a damp towel from the bathroom and
gently teased her with a corner of it. Because her eyes were covered, the maid was
acutely aware of any sounds outside. Hearing the sound of water and footsteps, before she could react, she felt something wet and cool
moving across her body.
"Mmm... Hmph... Mmm..." Unable to speak, she could only breathe through her nose and groan. Her body was exceptionally
sensitive and within moments, goosebumps rose on her skin, her nipples noticeably erect and pressed against her shirt. Zhao San
hadn't uttered a word from the beginning. Seeing that his methods were working, Zhao San's lips curled up, and he abruptly threw off
the towel and began grabbing her breasts.
"Her breasts are indeed large; I can't even grab them with one hand," Zhao San thought to himself. The maid felt warmth on her chest and
a strong force coming from it, realizing it was his hand. She tried to resist but was powerless, only able to twist her body to prevent him from
succeeding. Unbeknownst to the maid, her twisting only intensified Zhao San's stimulation. Not satisfied, Zhao San freed
one of her breasts and reached down, tearing open her stockings, and began to touch the maid's vulva. The moment he touched her vulva,
the maid reacted intensely, her lower body twisting and turning, trying to escape Zhao San's hand. The twisting caused her
breasts to thrust forward forcefully, making Zhao San's penis hard and swollen.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." From the initial nasal sounds to the current throat sounds, the servant
received more and more stimulation, and more and more sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hair began to stick to her forehead.
Zhao San stroked his throbbing penis, knelt before the maid with his legs spread, and used one hand to lift her
firm buttocks while the other hand guided his penis up and down against her vagina. Once
her vagina he slowly thrust inside.
"Hmm, quite tight," Zhao San murmured, feeling the tightness inside her
. The maid, finally hearing a voice,
felt .
"How could this be? How could I feel anything while being raped?" As she was lost in thought, Zhao San
began to thrust, using the ancient method of "nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.
" "Hmm... hum... ah... ah..." The maid struggled to control the sensations in her body. Suddenly, she felt
a cool sensation on her lips; the stockings covering her mouth had been removed, and she instinctively cried out.
"Who...who are you...ha...ha..." The maid gasped for breath, trying to suppress her panting, and asked
the question in broken sentences.
Zhao San felt that there was no difference between not speaking and being a dead body, so he removed the stockings from the maid's mouth. At the same time,
he touched the maid's breasts with one hand, pinching her nipples with his index finger and thumb, and began to rub them.
"Ah...um...no...don't do this...ah..." The stimulation from her breasts suddenly made the maid cry out.
Zhao San saw that her breasts were so sensitive. Since that was the case, Zhao San touched them with both hands and rubbed them vigorously.
"Ah...ah...ha...ha..." The maid kept moaning, unable to speak, her mouth wide open
, and saliva began to drip from her mouth.
Feeling unsatisfied with just his hands, Zhao San bent down and began licking the maid's breasts, gently
biting her nipples with his teeth. His lower body slowly thrust, and his hands, not content with just touching, began to caress the maid's thighs, still clad in stockings
. The silky smoothness of the stockings and the texture of her thighs provided Zhao San with different stimuli.
"Haha, how does it feel? Judging from your expression, you seem to enjoy being raped by me!" Zhao San
verbally provoked the maid.
"...No...no...ah...no...ah...please let me go...ah..."
The maid began to beg, but Zhao San had no intention of letting her go. Instead, he thrust even faster.
"...No...ah...ah...how could this be...ah!!" The maid actually climaxed under Zhao San's stimulation,
but Zhao San didn't ejaculate so quickly, so he didn't stop, continuing to thrust.
"...Mmm...hum...mmm...mmm..." The maid, still
dazed , began to moan weakly again. Seeing the maid's face and neck flushed red and covered in beads
of sweat, and her hair, disheveled from her recent orgasm and sticking haphazardly to her face, Zhao San suddenly felt
a surge of intense stimulation. He gripped the maid's waist with both hands and doubled the speed of his thrusts.
"Ah...why...why...again...ah...ah!" The maid's body, still sensitive from her recent orgasm
, was amplified by Zhao San's rapid thrusts. Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation in her vagina
, triggering another orgasm. The two consecutive orgasms caused the maid to faint.
After ejaculating, Zhao San slowly sat down on the sofa behind him, looking at
the maid who was exhausted from the two orgasms and could only gasp for breath. Zhao San began to plan his next move.
Now could just search the villa and make his escape.
"I'm really going to miss you, you little slut, haha," Zhao San muttered to himself. "If only I knew hypnosis
, I could get my hands on this sensitive little vixen." Zhao San couldn't help but think of his master, Ming,
who was still prison. That master clearly knew hypnosis but refused to teach Zhao San, which meant that Zhao
San knew all the hypnotic techniques but not the techniques to hypnotize others.
At that moment, the backpack brought by the maid on the sofa emitted a bright light, which pierced Zhao San's eyes, and Zhao
San fainted. "Ah!" Zhao San cried out, touching his head. He looked around and saw nothing. "What
happened " Zhao San was still thinking about what was going on when
"Hehe, young man, hello." Suddenly, a person appeared in front of him. He was quite handsome and had a
happy smile, which made Zhao San very unhappy.
"Who are you?" Zhao San's tone was tinged with anger. "And where is this?"
"Who I am isn't important. You can call me a demon. What's important is that I can grant your wishes. This place
is very safe; no one will interfere with our transaction."
"Transaction? What transaction?"
"A transaction is that I can grant you any wish, but you'll have to pay an equal price,
hehehehe ." The demon's laughter sent chills down Zhao San's spine
. "Do you want my soul? Forget it, I don't want to lose my soul." What a joke! What
's ? Zhao San thought to himself.
"Oh no, no, no, I'm not a demon. I don't need a soul. What I mean is that I can grant you any
wish , and I'll exchange it for something of equal value based on the value of your wish."
"I don't need a soul, but I don't have much to exchange. Give me a hint."
"Hehehe, there are many things I can exchange. Your lifespan, everything on your body—all of them have
value." The demon spoke in an extremely seductive voice.
"I want the superpower to control people's minds at will, is that possible?" Zhao San asked tentatively.
"Of course."
"Then, in exchange for my time, how many years of my lifespan would I need to gain this superpower?"
"Hehe, I've calculated it for you. After exchanging for this superpower, you can live for another 24 hours." The demon
said with a smile.
"Ah, forget it, let's find something more cost-effective." Zhao San was startled. He quickly rejected the idea.
"I want hypnosis, and I want the really advanced kind." Zhao San suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Although he
couldn't have a superpower, hypnosis was the same.
"Okay, advanced hypnosis, only two years of your lifespan will be taken." The demon looked at Zhao San with surprise, clearly not expecting him
to react so quickly. Zhao San thought that two years was just like serving another two years in prison, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his head,
both throbbing and throbbing. Zhao San squatted down, holding his head.
"Oh. I forgot to mention, although hypnosis isn't anything high-level, it involves a lot of information. And since you
're going to learn something profound, it's understandable that you might not be able to absorb it all at once. Hehe." Zhao San couldn't hear what the demon was saying
because his mind was full of hypnotic information.
"Seeing how hard you're working, here's another necklace for you. It'll help you hypnotize others."
The demon is gone.

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