Female body transformation project

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"Huh? Four hundred billion..."
When I heard the chairman utter such a figure, I thought I had misheard...
A huge underground budget that hadn't been approved by the shareholders' meeting. And it was being used to invest in the sex industry, which had no legal protection—it was unbelievable.
"This matter is highly confidential..." the chairman said to me in a low voice.
Of course. Misusing company funds. Investing in something like the sex industry. I suddenly wondered how this guy had climbed to the chairman's position... We are a well-known multinational investment company. Any improper decision could very well cause a global financial crisis...
"I want you to oversee this plan. I have great faith in your abilities..."
the chairman said, patting my shoulder as I left...
Sitting in the helicopter flying to the isolated island, I took a moment to review the briefing the company had brought... The large amount of blacked-out text infuriated me, and worse, based on the remaining fragments of text, it was
clear that this plan had been in progress for over fifteen years. I slammed the presentation on the chair.
"Young man, don't be angry."
The old man speaking to me was the company's investment target.
I glared at him, hoping for a reasonable explanation immediately.
"I understand what you're thinking right now. In a moment, you'll understand that this is a reasonable investment and can generate unimaginable wealth for your company..."
he said slowly.
I turned my head disdainfully to look at the approaching island in the sea, thinking about how to overthrow that incompetent chairman. Or perhaps lead my men to establish another company.
Leaving the hangar under the waterfall, our car drove past checkpoint after checkpoint. Not to mention the high-voltage barbed wire fences entrenched in the jungle...
The car finally entered a community, and mansion after mansion flashed before my eyes... but clearly, they were all empty.
"These are for the tourists who will come here to spend money,"
the old man explained to me.
I shook my head at the thought of such a huge financial investment in this kind of thing...
As the car passed a school, the noise of students filled the air... This
is terrible, a school in a sex district...
We should spend money to relocate all the residents here, I thought, picturing large crowds protesting in the streets. I planned to allocate 100 million yuan for relocation...
It seemed to be lunch break; there were quite a few middle school girls walking around on the playground. There were also quite a few girls who looked to be in elementary school playing games on the grass.
I practically pressed my eyes against the window and quickly rolled it down...
"...No clothes..."
Yes, not a single girl in sight was dressed—in the hallway, on the playground, on the grass. Young girls walked naked in the sunlight in
the "sex zone."
I turned around and almost punched the old man out of the car...
"You human trafficker!"
Thinking of the thousands of innocent girls being transported here, I was ready to execute this old man on the spot...
My roughness was quickly restrained by the strong driver...
"Sir, you must have misunderstood. I will explain to you in detail."
The old man, his mouth and nose crooked from the beating, smiled apologetically at me...
Facing the two-hundred-centimeter giant, I obediently returned to my seat.
If I weren't a company representative... I might have been thrown into the sea immediately...
A girl wearing high heels but completely naked brought in two cups of tea and quickly left.
In the large conference room, only the old man wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth remained.
"The girls you just saw are all legal," the old man said.
"You mean those young girls are all here voluntarily to work in the sex industry... How much money did you pay to bribe their parents and the government?"
I questioned disdainfully.
"No...no...how should I put it? They have no parents, and they belong to our company...they are products of genetics,"
the old man hurriedly explained.
Thinking of the recent global frenzy surrounding genetic engineering, the hottest field of bio-cloning technology, it's no wonder this island needs such a heavily guarded system to prevent technology leakage or theft by other companies.
Cloning a human should be a million times easier than cloning a dinosaur.
I recalled the famous movie Jurassic Park, a masterpiece about the chaos caused by the successful cloning of dinosaurs. My attitude softened.
"What about human rights?...Even clones have human rights. Your actions are still a crime."
"Yes...we understand that situation. That's why we made significant modifications to the clones,"
the old man explained.
Significant modifications? I felt like a mocking outsider, about to step into an unknown scientific field.
"Let's go see my engineer; it'll be better if he explains these technical details to you,"
I said, getting up to follow him.
"This has been my long-held dream. Sex is a basic human need. If, without moral pressure or social condemnation, you could choose any sexual partner you desire—tall, short, fat, thin, white, black, even without age restrictions…the girl you choose would completely obey your instructions, whether it's intercourse, oral sex, or anal sex. Even sadomasochism, she wouldn't resist, but would actively seek it out out of genuine desire. Most importantly, everything created here must be legal and immoral,"
the old man said as he walked.
The following image flashed through my mind: A meticulously planned community, filled with entrepreneurs and wealthy patrons from all over the world, openly engaging in a week-long debauchery with dozens of young, beautiful, naked girls in their mansions.
Of course, after a week, they would all be evicted. To welcome the next wave of tourists...
"If it works out, I think our company could soon buy an entire country," I muttered to myself.
"Haha... I think we've got it."
Amidst the old man's laughter, we entered a laboratory...
"This is Miss Chen... She's one of the world's top genetic engineers, hired from Taiwan. Everything here is her achievement,"
the old man introduced, nodding to me as he introduced the woman in white.
"I don't have much experience in business negotiations, but you can ask me any questions you have about my work."
Despite being surrounded by such a beautiful woman, I couldn't help but glance at another room in the laboratory, separated by glass.
A naked, super-beautiful girl straddled a rubber doll, shaking wildly.
Several cameras were filming close-ups of their intercourse from various angles.
"A clone," the old man hurriedly explained, as if afraid I wouldn't accept it.
"We're conducting a cavity pressure experiment," Miss Chen continued...
"Cavity pressure," I repeated.
"When the vaginal walls grip the penis, the pressure in the vagina affects the pleasure produced during intercourse."
Watching her explain to me with serious gestures, I was surprised by her calmness and scientific approach.
"What major modifications did your clones make to circumvent legal regulations?"
I began to question Ms. Chen, starting her smug explanation.
"Hmm!!…..DNA…Initially, we thought of modifying DNA. We planned to obtain DNA from female eggs and modify it extensively so that we could create girls who appear young and beautiful, but whose constituent cells' DNA is completely different from normal people. This would explain why this girl is not human."
I was about to speak in defense when Ms. Chen stopped me.
"But you and I both know that even with such modifications, the original source is still human cells. Some countries might accept it, but most countries in the world certainly wouldn't
." That's right. I nodded in agreement.
"So we thought, why not do it the other way around? We would take cells that are completely non-human and extensively modify their DNA to make them closer to humans. Could such clones be called human?"
I was shocked, pointing at the beautiful woman inside the glass window.
"She is...?" The old man hurriedly stopped me.
"This is within our confidentiality scope. Where the cells are obtained and how the genes are modified are trade secrets."
I changed the subject.
"Animals... there are animal protection associations too."
"They are programmed to need sexual intercourse. Without it, they will lose consciousness or even fall into a coma. They have a crazy love and need for sex. Not giving them sex is like telling them to die."
Miss Chen was clearly incredibly proud of her success, while I suddenly felt terrified by the powerful force of genetic engineering.
"I've asked Miss Chen to arrange a wonderful week for you."
The old man led me away from the lab.
"A wonderful week, huh?"
I slowly woke up, the debauchery of last night surfacing in my mind. That was the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced.
In the bathroom, two blonde beauties cleaned my penis and anus with their lips. Not to mention the pleasure of rubbing soap on my body with their full, firm breasts...
In fact, their wet tongues hadn't left my body since I entered the room. Even as I pressed myself against one of the girls, thrusting vigorously, the other girl continued to probe my anus with her little tongue.
The moans and groans she emitted during penetration pushed my desire to conquer to its limit.
This pleasure was incomparable to the business-for-hire sex work I'd experienced before. Even my fiancée, whom I was considering marrying, couldn't provide it.
I started calculating which country I should invest in if I made my first profit. No… I might as well collect more money to buy the next country… I couldn't help but laugh again.
"Sir… I'm waiting to have breakfast with you,"
I hurriedly grabbed the blanket to cover my naked lower body. Miss Chen stood in front of the bed, covering her mouth and laughing.
"Don't be shy. I actually find it strange for a man to be dressed in this kind of environment."
Nevertheless, I put on my clothes and followed Miss Chen into the restaurant. Right next to our table, two breathtakingly beautiful women with enormous breasts were serving us.
Looking at the beautiful breasts I couldn't resist touching, I said,
"Hmm... this... I want to congratulate you, your research is a great success. I studied them carefully yesterday, and they're just like real girls. Even more perfect... but I still have many questions for you."
Ms. Chen smiled smugly.
"I'm hungry, maybe we can talk while we eat..."
Ms. Chen picked up a freshly baked French bread from the table and said to me.
"I'll teach you how to enjoy breakfast here,"
she said, to my surprise. Ms. Chen placed the French bread between the legs of the beautiful girl beside her, rubbing it gently against her private parts.
Impatient, I also picked up a piece of bread and slowly moved it between the beautiful girl's legs. The girl's private parts were hairless, not shaved but perfectly natural skin.
Her jewel-like clitoris was being rubbed by the rough French bread.
Amidst the girl's moans, clear droplets of fluid slowly dripped from her vulva.
It was like a competition, with Ms. Chen and I continuing our movements... Two beautiful girls were breathing heavily, exchanging gasps.
"Please,"
the girl beside me pleaded, leaning against me and desperately trying to shove her erect, pink nipple into my mouth. I naturally opened my mouth and took it in; the slightly sweet milk immediately filled my mouth.
I turned to look at Ms. Chen in surprise.
She was holding a glass in one hand and gently squeezing the girl's swollen, red breast with the other. Milky white fluid shot from the girl's pink nipple into the glass like water from a water gun.
The girl had a blissful expression of relief on her face.
"What's wrong? Do you want to try the chocolate flavor?"
Ms. Chen asked suspiciously.
I turned back to continue suckling the girl's breast, and another large amount of slightly sweet milk filled my mouth.
The girl held my head tightly, panting as if she wanted me to suck all the milk from her breast. Like a girl after an orgasm, she finally collapsed at my legs, panting.
Looking at the French bread stained with the girl's love juice, I didn't know whether I should eat it or not.
Ms. Chen across from me tore off a small piece of French bread, dipped it in the freshly squeezed milk from the young girls' breasts, and said,
"Fresh honey flavor, you should try it, the taste is absolutely exquisite, I guarantee you'll be addicted."
"Were those two yesterday... virgins?"
Actually, I was asking too many questions; the bloodstains left on the white sheets by the two girls yesterday were the best proof. The feeling of piercing the hymen of a girl's vagina with my erect penis was deeply imprinted in my mind.
Ms. Chen tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said,
"Perhaps you could say that."
I had actually deflowered two young girls in one night…
"Don't they need… semen… to live… then how… did they… do you understand my question?"
I couldn't help but ask suspiciously.
"About a week after their hymens rupture, they slowly recover. That is, after a week they are brand new virgins again… Of course… we have considered adjusting the time to two or three days for the hymen to regenerate. But that depends on the overall plan…"
Ms. Chen said this before stuffing the bread into her mouth.
During my week-long vacation here, I was deflowering a different beautiful girl every day, enjoying this breakfast every morning. Our company could buy two countries right now.
"Does every girl here have this ability?"
I asked, pointing to the glass of breast milk in front of Ms. Chen.
"...We have different types, different services for different kinds...because our clients may have different needs. I'll take you on a tour in a bit,"
she said, quickly finishing breakfast. I followed Ms. Chen with anticipation...
"As far as I know, this research project won't last more than fifteen years, but some of the girls I've seen are clearly older than fifteen, even around twenty. Did you start the research before the funding even came in?"
I continued, grappling with my question.
"Of course," Ms. Chen said, opening a door.
"If it takes ten years to raise a little girl to the age where she can have sex, then we'd need to spend a huge amount of money providing food and... semen. That's an absolutely unreasonable waste,"
Ms. Chen said, as if it were an extremely stupid question.
"So, we can raise a girl who looks fifteen only in three weeks."
Three weeks... I was shocked, as if struck by a stone. It dawned on me that the two blonde beauties from last night had probably just been 'raised,' which explained their blank expressions at my question.
I had even thought they'd been brainwashed.
No wonder governments around the world are so eager to suppress genetic research. Scientists, full of research spirit, are arbitrarily manipulating the evolution and development of organisms, creating creatures beyond human imagination in the laboratory. I felt a renewed fear that humanity had surpassed God's role.
"Sir...?"
Miss Chen pulled me back to reality from my thoughts.
I followed Miss Chen into the laboratory.
For the readers who are reading about the "Female Body Modification Project,"
yesterday's news said that scientists have tried to cultivate people without brains. Because they don't have brains, these cultivated people can be used for organ transplants without any "legal" problems.
Of course, it's hard to say whether genetic engineering will continue to be a mess, or whether governments will enact new laws to gamble on genetic engineering. But scientists are crazy and fearless, I'm sure of that.
Didn't you see that even after Galileo was placed under house arrest by the Pope, people still rushed to propose new astronomical theories? Who knows if the "Female Body Modification Project" will come true...
Also, a while ago (I forgot where I heard it), Japan was researching virtual reality sex. It involves wearing a 3D helmet and a computer-controlled haptic suit. You can see a beautiful woman in front of you, touch her, hug her, and then "go"... just like experiencing it yourself...
However, its purpose is to serve specific people with "disabilities."
"Sister... Sister..."
Seeing me, my sister stood up from her chair.
"Brother..." She smiled and waved at me.
"You... what are you doing here?"
I was surprised.
"Our school is on holiday!"
She pouted, seemingly unhappy with my reaction.
It had been a year since we last met, and my sister was still as adorable as ever. Even in her school uniform, her alluring figure was undeniable.
"You shouldn't have come here,"
I scolded her.
Although seeing her made me very happy, it was a shame that such an innocent girl had entered this man's paradise.
I really hoped she hadn't seen any naked female students on her way here.
I crossed my arms, staring at her, thinking about how to get her back as quickly as possible.
"..."
My sister was still smiling at me. I looked at Miss Chen. Then I turned back to look at my sister carefully. A chill ran down my spine.
"You... you... you're not my sister,"
I said, trembling.
"Why do you say that... isn't she your sister?"
Miss Chen was surprised.
"No! I can't explain it. She looks exactly like my sister. But... but... her skin is too perfect... you could say it's flawless."
I questioned.
"Oh!! But wasn't your sister already quite pretty?"
She looked at the girl in front of her.
"But... it's not school holiday season. And the strangest thing is... no girl would be wearing a school uniform while traveling such a long distance."
I told her.
"That's right. She's definitely not your sister... looks like we need to strengthen our staff."
Miss Chen laughed, approving of my reasoning.
I was quite surprised that they had actually created my 'sister'.
"What's going on? Was she specially created just because I came here?"
Miss Chen didn't answer me directly.
"Let me ask you a question first. There are tens of thousands, or even countless, of VIPs who come here for vacation. Can the girls we create really satisfy them?"
Indeed, every man has his preferred type, and standards vary. If it's just about getting them to spend money to enjoy the girls we've created... The same amount of money could get the same service in their city; there was no need to travel all the way to this isolated island.
"So... you're trying to create all sorts of girls to achieve this project's goals?"
I asked Ms. Chen.
The thought of a girl with my sister's face serving other men in the future made me quite unhappy.
"No... no. We can't afford to support that many girls on this island. We used a new concept... mimicry."
As if afraid of revealing a secret, Ms. Chen said softly. I was startled, mentally flipping through my biology textbook from school. Some creatures change their appearance to avoid predators.
Moths change color on tree trunks to blend into the tree spots. There's a mantis that looks like a dead leaf, which can both lure smaller insects and avoid birds. This behavior is called mimicry in biology.
"Three days ago, our staff fed her all sorts of information about your sister. Her appearance, measurements, even her thoughts..."
Ms. Chen said. I asked curiously.
"In other words, you can tailor-make any girl your client wants within three days."
Ms. Chen nodded.
"From the girl you've been pursuing but can't get, to the unattainable goddess star. As long as we have information on her, we can bring her to your doorstep, at your beck and call."
Images of popular female singers or actresses kneeling on the ground, lewdly performing oral sex on men flashed through my mind. A smile appeared on my face.
Truly revolutionary technology; the company's vault would be overflowing with gold coins.
Ms. Chen leaned closer to my ear.
"Have you ever thought about having sex with your own sister?"
My heart pounded. I had never thought about it…
because she was my sister, even if she was so alluring, so beautiful. I would never think of hugging her or kissing her. Because it was forbidden.
But this girl in front of me, although in appearance and voice, was no different from my sister. She even called me "brother" affectionately.
But she wasn't my real sister. So there were no legal or moral concerns. I can ejaculate into her mouth, her breasts, or even her body at will.
Gazing at my 'sister' before me, I felt desire for the first time.
"Take off your clothes,"
Miss Chen instructed her.
"Mmm..."
My sister obediently began to remove her uniform.
My heart pounded in my chest as my sister boldly unbuttoned button after button in front of me.
When she unhooked her bra, revealing her lovely breasts, I almost ejaculated.
Unable to tear my gaze away from my sister's naked upper body, she slowly knelt before me and unbuckled my belt.
"Enjoy yourself..."
Miss Chen smiled and left the room.
Even knowing she wasn't my sister, kneeling before me with her sister's face, I looked down at her as she rubbed my thick, long penis against her soft face.
The words 'incest'... made my head spin...
"Brother... can I suck your penis?"
she asked, looking up at me. Before I could answer, my sister opened her small mouth and took my swollen glans into her mouth.
This... is too exciting... and it's something absolutely impossible in reality.
My thick penis was inserted into her mouth like a weapon.
My sister's cheeks were sunken from sucking. She gently stroked my scrotum with her delicate hands. My penis was subjected to a powerful suction in her mouth. And her soft tongue rubbed back and forth tightly against the shaft.
"Almost... almost cum..."
I tried my best to push her away, and with a "smack,"
the moment my penis left her mouth, I thought I was about to ejaculate. I saw my huge penis, covered in her saliva, swaying in the air.
"Sister..."
I whispered, pressing her down to the ground. My hand slid down her long thighs and slipped inside her school skirt.
Is this my sister's body?
I looked into my sister's eyes while freely caressing her thighs. She moaned shyly in my arms, panting softly in my ear.
"Brother...please...please put it in..."
This...is this what my sister looks like during her orgasm
? Looking at her flushed cheeks, I couldn't help but thrust violently again.
My sister's tight vagina contracted violently, making my thrusting even more difficult. It felt as if my penis was being sucked by her vagina.
"Ah...um..."
Accompanied by her moans, my little sister shook her head and hugged me tightly.
"Oh...Xiaoru..."
I called my sister's nickname while passionately kissing her panting cherry lips.
God...holding my sister's naked, smooth skin. Her firm nipples gently scratched my chest. And my sister's tender vagina was tightly enveloping my penis!!
I was already lost in the fantasy of incest.
I thrust my thick penis back and forth, letting the glans scrape against my sister's sensitive vaginal walls. I tried my best to guide my sister in my arms towards the climax of lust.
I couldn't take it anymore...I inserted my penis all the way into my sister's body.
"Ah..."
my sister cried out, forcefully thrusting her snow-white buttocks upwards.
I stroked her sweet face as I forcefully ejaculated my scalding semen into her body.
Again and again, I ejaculated. Each time, it caused my sister's body to tremble violently. Until her young womb was filled with the seeds of incest.
Miss Chen looked at the girl lying on the ground, covered in sticky fluid, and laughed, covering her face.
"How was it? It really felt like making love with your own sister, didn't it?"
I nodded weakly. If it weren't for Miss Chen's appearance, I would still be lost in the fantasy of incest. I vented
my desire on this girl, who looked exactly like my sister, more than three or four times.
"Let's go... I still have places to show you," Miss Chen said.
Before closing the door, I reluctantly turned back to look at my 'sister,' still lying on the ground panting.
Ms. Chen said, "Don't worry, she'll have several more days to return to being a blank slate. These next few nights, you can 'cherish' her properly."
"They have intelligence…"
I asked worriedly.
"Since they can learn like humans, they'll also start to think. Won't they awaken when they grow up, feeling they don't belong here, starting to rebel, even running away? Have you considered this?"
Ms. Chen turned to look at me, silent for a moment.
"Very good… what you've raised did indeed trouble us,"
she continued, "but this problem no longer exists. How to put it… we've restricted the development of these girls' brains. We've kept their intelligence at the level of a child, about the level of a second-grade elementary school student."
"Won't they break through this limitation through self-learning?"
I asked her.
"No… let me use the chimpanzees in the lab as an example," she replied.
"Even if you select the smartest ape to train, you can only teach it to communicate with humans using simple body language. There has never been a case of an ape actually speaking. Of course, the girls we breed are further removed from humanity than apes. But human rights or freedom are beyond their intellectual capacity to contemplate. Their thinking revolves solely around how to derive greater pleasure from sexual activity—that's the nature we've instilled in them."
I trembled. Humanity had not only surpassed the role of God but had further controlled the creatures it created.
Seeing my distress, Ms. Chen took my hand.
"Don't think too much. Our scientists will solve any technical problems. You just need to enjoy yourself."
—A tribute to PS!
Yesterday I spent the whole night writing a sequel to "Campus Erotic Beasts," alas! I made a mistake; it should be "Campus Erotic Beasts." It's my fault for misunderstanding the story. Although I've revised it, it's still a bit of a regret that it wasn't tailored to the specific needs of the characters.
Suddenly, I noticed several naked men with incredibly fit physiques, resembling warriors from the Ultimate Warrior, standing by the car window. Each one exuded masculine charm, like a Hercules from ancient Greece, giving off a sense of security and dependence. They also possessed the handsome looks of the male leads in Top Gun (I don't know the Taiwanese translations of these actors' names, but I'm sure everyone does).
"Who are they…?" I asked, somewhat surprised.
"Don't forget, half the world is made up of women, and a large portion of the wealthy are women. How can we forget them? These men are for them. Each of them has an exceptionally strong physique and the ability to ejaculate more than ten times a night, satisfying even the most horny slut," Ms. Chen replied.
"At the same time, their physical abilities are also remarkable, yet they are extremely submissive, willing to do anything for someone like a dog."
With that, Ms. Chen got out of the car and said to one of them, "Lick my shoes clean."
The man immediately prostrated himself on the ground, licking Ms. Chen's shoes until they looked brand new.
"Poop," Miss Chen said again.
The man immediately strained to defecate.
"Eat it,"
the man obeyed without hesitation. Watching him eat his own feces, a strange feeling arose in my heart, along with disgust.
Miss Chen returned to the car triumphantly and said to me, "See? These men are the pets of those wealthy ladies. They are only loyal to the masters we have assigned to them. We also have another type of man; please come and see."
After saying that, the car continued on its way.
We passed through an even more stringent security check and arrived at a large basement. When I pushed open the door, I took two steps back in fright. There, a man who looked exactly like the Japanese Emperor Showa was licking a woman's toes, while another man, Bill Gates, was being used as a woman's chamber pot with his mouth open.
Behind them, former US presidents, Russian presidents... a large group of world leaders stood against the wall like slaves for sale, each one completely naked...
I was truly shocked, and an indescribable fear welled up in my heart.
These scientists were terrifying. If these people were used to replace real people, the world would be in their hands. Those gigolos outside, if organized, would be an invincible, fearless iron army. The concept of death doesn't exist in their minds. If you instill in them the idea of killing and absolute loyalty to someone… I really don't dare think about it anymore.
"…Use them to satisfy the vengeful desires of those wealthy men who've had enough of these politicians. Kill them or cripple them…"
I didn't hear a word Miss Chen said; a different image appeared in my mind:
"I'm killed, an android like me replaces me, the chairman is replaced… and Miss Chen is laughing…"
"What's your opinion?"
Miss Chen interrupted my thoughts.
"Quite good, simply a genius invention,"
I said admiringly.
"Let's stop here for today. Tonight, you'll be with your sister, right? Today we've fulfilled your dream of incest. Tonight you'll find your sister undergoes a special change."
When I returned to my room, I was shocked by what I saw.
My sister had a dog leash around her neck, her hands were tied behind her back, her breasts were bound with rope, and she was kneeling on the ground.
She was naked except for a rope and a dog leash, the other end of which was tied to a table in the living room, where a black riding whip lay.
Seeing me enter, my sister barked happily like a puppy and crawled towards me on her knees.
Looking at this "person" who resembled my sister, I felt a surge of arousal.
A desire to abuse her welled up within me. Everyone in the family treated her like a princess, spoiling her since she was little, and I especially cherished this little sister.
"I want to beat her, rape her, ravage her, with my feet, with a whip, with candles…"
the horned self within me screamed.
Halfway there, the chain restricted her movement, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground, but she still struggled to crawl towards me.
She mumbled, "Abuse me, brother, hit me, hit me…"
I grabbed the whip from the table and lashed it across her body with a sharp crack.
"Ah!"
she cried out, her petite body trembling. She twisted and raised her hips towards me.
"Please...please hit me harder, hit me harder."
I lashed the whip relentlessly, each crack leaving red welts on her snow-white skin.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
Though her expression was pained, her eyes were filled with pleasure. The thought of her yearning only fueled my resolve, and I lashed the whip again without mercy.
Crack...crack...crack...crack...crack...crack...crack...
She writhed and screamed, but her cries held a hint of expectation, her eyes misty and unfocused as she looked at me.
I couldn't take it anymore. I threw down the whip, pulled down my pants, revealing my erect penis. She reacted like a thirsty person seeing water. Despite her bound hands and bruises, she immediately crawled to my feet, took it in her mouth, and sucked desperately. With the smacking sounds of saliva, my penis slid in and out of her mouth, her small tongue stimulating every part of my glans. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, and she continued to frantically rub my penis.
"I...I can't take it anymore," the
thought flashed through my mind, and hot fluid gushed out.
She swallowed it without hesitation...
That night, as I lay in bed with my sister, I carefully thought about what had happened that day. The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt.
I believed there must be a conspiracy.
First, according to the company hierarchy, I am the general manager, second only to the chairman. I wouldn't normally be assigned to this kind of inspection work, and the fact that I was suddenly and insistently sent for this task, without my knowledge, only made me more suspicious.
Secondly, the chairman used to be a business prodigy; I entered the business world because I admired him. Now, at just over 50, his mind seems like a completely different person—utterly incompetent. If it weren't for me, the general manager, holding the company together, it would have collapsed long ago.
I initially thought he had lost his touch, but looking at my sister now, I can't help but doubt his identity.
Furthermore, recently, shareholders have expressed considerable dissatisfaction with the flow of funds and have proposed removing the chairman. Several major shareholders have already stated they won't hold a shareholders' meeting. I'm already the pre-selected leading candidate for chairman, and now they've sent me here…
Just as I was tossing and turning, I suddenly heard a soft sound at the door, and I sat up abruptly.
My sister also woke up, and before she could speak, I pressed a pillow down on her head. After our wild night, I hadn't untied her; she thought we were about to start a new round of games, and she excitedly began to wriggle.
After gagging her, I got out of bed and hid behind the bedroom door.
(I forgot to mention, I'm a 7th dan in Aikido and a 9th dan in Karate. During my military service, I served in the Special Forces and earned my MBA on a government soldier's scholarship.)
Bang! The door was suddenly kicked open, and two men in black burst into the room, firing tranquilizer guns at the bed repeatedly. My sister was hit several times, convulsing on the bed like a fish.
(Due to time constraints and my desire to complete the story fully, the following is the simplest ending I've conceived. I'll see if anyone is interested in the other two longer endings; if so, I'll continue writing them.)
When I tied up the men and lifted their veils, as I expected, it was indeed the investment target – the old man – and the other was Miss Chen.
They both glared at me angrily.
I spoke first: "I didn't expect it to end like this, did I? If you had made your move this afternoon, I might not have noticed, but I did after visiting the celebrity basement. You acted too late. Can either of you tell me what happened? Who wants to speak first?"
The old man glared at Miss Chen and scolded, "Idiot, who told you to take her to the basement?"
Miss Chen: "Who would have thought he would find out?!"
"Are you going to tell me or not?" I asked impatiently.
"You can't do anything to us, the chairman will release us, you're in trouble," the old man threatened.
"Is that so? Then what do you say, Miss?"
I turned to Miss Chen and asked.
"Hmph!"
She turned her head away without saying a word.
"You're asking for it, we'll see who begs whom later," I said fiercely.
In the special forces, I received torture training, but I had never tried it before, and today it came in handy.
I put the two of them in two separate rooms to prevent them from interfering with each other. Then, after a brief preparation, I began.
I went to the old man first, and as soon as I lifted his clothes, I found that he was wearing a pacemaker. There was nothing I could do; he was beyond saving. There was no confession agent here, so I would have to deal with him later.
I went to the outer room, where Miss Chen was trying hard to break free of the ropes, but to no avail. I used the US military's pig-tying method, with the wrists, neck, and ankles connected at three joints, which tightened the more I moved, and now she was having trouble breathing.
I dislocated her jaw joint to prevent her from committing suicide and to stop her from screaming. As soon as the jaw joint was removed, saliva immediately started flowing out.
She stared at me with wide eyes.
"I'll ask you one more time. If you tell me, we'll both be happy,"
I tried to persuade her again.
But she glared at me unyieldingly.
Fine...fine...fine...I'll see if you can endure it...I thought to myself.
I pushed her legs up to her chest, securing them, and then placed her on a long marble table, fixing her to the surface. Even her forehead was tied with rope, so that she could only blink, her body couldn't move at all. (The table was fixed to the ground.)
Then I took out my torture tools...
I inserted two pieces of wire I'd taken from the garden outside, one into her urethra and the other into her anus. These first two times were painful, but she seemed to be able to bear it. Okay, watch this. I took out a lighter and used it to bind the two pieces of wire.
A moment later, she let out a seemingly inhuman groan, every muscle in her body contracting, cold sweat pouring from her head and body. The ropes binding her dug into her flesh due to her struggles, her hands clenched into fists behind her back, the knuckles turning white, her lower abdomen as hard as a board.
She desperately tried to move her body to relieve the pain, but because I had her strapped to the table, the ropes dug even deeper into her flesh.
"Will you talk or not? If you do, I won't grill you anymore,"
I asked. "If you agree, blink."
Once, twice, I finally breathed a sigh of relief; after all, I'm not a sadist.
"This is a huge scam. Everyone is hired by us. There are no artificial humans at all; they're all fake,"
Ms. Chen said in one breath.
I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.
"What? They're all fake?"
"Those girls..."
"You invested $42.1 billion, and we only spent less than $100 million to hire these girls. Girls these days have very open attitudes towards sex. The men are the same; money can buy anything these days," Ms. Chen replied.
"What about...those politicians?"
"It's the effect of makeup and plastic surgery. We decided to attack because your behavior in the basement was off, and we realized you could tell it wasn't a product of biotechnology."
At that moment, I felt like I'd fallen into an ice cave in the dead of winter, my whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"Oh my god!! I was completely wrong."
This result was so!! so!! so!! so!! so!! so!! so!! so!!!!!! It was beyond my wildest imagination.
"The girl in the inner room..." I asked, clinging to a sliver of hope, wishing she was also hired. "That's your sister. We tricked her into coming here using your name." "Why...why is she with me..." "We hired a hypnotist to hypnotize her, making her believe she's your lover, and also instilling masochistic tendencies in her." "Why did you attack us?" "We wanted to capture you and use the sex tape of you and your sister to blackmail you into cooperating with us." "Ha!! Ha!! Hahaha!!!! Ha!" My laughter turned to tears. I was such an idiot!! I pounded my chest. "Who was that hypnotist? Tell me." "He's dead." "Who can undo it?" I asked. "Old man, you can. Let us go, and we'll cooperate... I... I'm willing to be your slave." "Alright." I gagged her with a cloth, inserted a wire into her two holes, wrapped a resistance wire around it, and connected it to a power source. She tried to wriggle like a fish again... I walked over to the old man, without saying a word, and placed an interference device next to his pacemaker—basically an electromagnet... Ten minutes later, I went to Miss Chen, who had fainted twice from the pain and been woken up twice by stimulation, and said to her, "The old man is dead, from a heart attack. What do you think?" "Then what about your sister..." "Having a slave sister isn't so bad. Anyway, my parents are dead. Besides, plastic surgery is very advanced now." "Then I..." "She will die in a fire, and you will become my sister. Do you understand?" I said to her with a smile.

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