【Hypnotic Rhapsody - Celebrity Edition】(01-05)

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"Don't make a fuss, everyone. I just cut my finger on some paper," Yang Ying said with a smile, then
mischievously held up her still-bleeding index finger. "See, it's nothing serious." Her playful gesture and elfin beauty made her seem more like
a recent graduate than a superstar in Hong Kong and mainland China. No
matter how small the matter, there are no small things around the boss, and given her kind nature, she was well-liked by her employees. Many people gathered around, offering tissues, bandaging her wound
, and asking after her, treating her like a princess.
Everyone's attention was focused on Yang Ying, and no one noticed a figure discreetly
picking up a tissue soaked in Yang Ying's blood from the trash can.
"Success! Finally, we even collected the blood!" Zhao Shuang, afraid of being seen, immediately put
away what he had picked up and went to the restroom. Only then did he raise his chubby hand and give a shout to encourage himself
. "Yang Ying will soon be mine."
Zhao Shuang was the lowest-ranking clerk in Yang Ying's studio, always doing errands and heavy lifting.
Aside from being a little overweight, he had nothing particularly memorable about him, neither in terms of talent nor appearance. No one knew
that Zhao Shuang joined the studio solely to get close to the goddess Yang Ying, nor did anyone know that he fantasized about
this popular actress all day long, and possessed the ability to make his desires come true. By chance, he obtained
a legacy called "Ancient Lustful Arts," which allowed him to turn any woman into his sex slave. Initially, he was only skeptical of the spell's effects
, until he successfully experimented with women he knew, realizing its immense power. This made him
eager to use it on Yang Ying, whom he had always admired, especially the "Seed-Planting Technique," which could make the target obey
his every command, control their mind, and bewitch them—an incredibly malevolent technique. The application of the spell was extremely demanding, requiring the collection of the target's hair, nails,
saliva, skin flakes, and blood. He had already exhausted all other methods to collect the necessary materials, but the blood was the only thing
he couldn't obtain. Today's unexpected turn of events finally allowed him to gather all the necessary elements for the spell.
After work, Zhao Shuang rushed home and
wrapped all the information he had gathered about Yang Ying, along with the materials for the spell, in a yellow talisman. The materials had taken him more than half a year to collect, including many expensive and
rare items. The cinnabar used for drawing the talisman was specially made and required the mixing of a virgin's blood to achieve the desired effect;
he had gone to great lengths to obtain it. He placed the materials and the talisman inside a straw effigy, on which he wrote Yang
Ying's name and birth date. He then had to cast a spell daily and drip his own blood onto the effigy. After forty-
nine days, the spell would be essentially complete.
Soon, forty-nine days had passed…
Yang Ying sat in her office, somewhat dazed, her beautiful eyes lacking their usual liveliness, revealing
weariness and confusion. Yang Ying knew she had been feeling listless lately; whenever she was quiet,
she would hear a faint voice calling to her, making her absent-minded all day and unable to sleep well at night.
This situation had worsened recently after her husband, Huang Xiaoming, went on a business trip.
“Baby, it’s time to come home.” Her assistant’s voice snapped Yang Ying out of her reverie. “
Have you been busy lately? Why do you always seem so listless?” the assistant asked suspiciously.
“What’s wrong?” Yang Ying forced a smile; she didn’t want others to worry. “Maybe you’re missing
Brother Haimian!”
The assistant rolled her eyes at Yang Ying, saying, “You two are so loving, it’s really enviable for us
outsiders.” Seeing Yang Ying’s still listless appearance, the assistant couldn’t help but worry. "How about I
accompany you home today?" Actually, the assistant had already agreed to go home on time, but was worried about Yang Ying going home alone,
hence the suggestion. Yang Ying was very touched, but still politely declined.
"If you're really worried, then let Zhao Shuang take me home! His house is in the same direction as mine, it won't be
too much trouble." Yang Ying's face flushed as she finished speaking. Lately, for some reason, she always seemed to be trying to get
closer to this chubby guy. She'd often wander around the studio, and watching him run around made her feel inexplicably at ease.
A few words exchanged occasionally would make her happy for a long time. Just now, the thought of having him take her home suddenly came to mind, and once the thought
arose, she couldn't suppress it and blurted it out, immediately becoming shy.
"Yang Ying, Yang Ying, what are you thinking? You're a married woman... how can you be
interested in a chubby guy, who's even one of your employees?" Yang Ying reminded herself, but didn't realize the problem with her thinking.
What if she weren't a married woman? The assistant, oblivious to Yang Ying's fluctuating emotions, immediately summoned Zhao Shuang. He
was the lowest-ranking employee in the studio, responsible for all sorts of tasks.
When Zhao Shuang's chubby face appeared, Yang Ying felt a sudden rush of excitement, her body heating up, as if the person before her was her beloved
. Suppressing her excitement, she forced a composed stride and followed Zhao Shuang to the luxurious seven-seater car.
Celebrity cars are always modified; the windows are tinted and covered with curtains, isolating the interior
from the outside world once the doors are closed, so even the driver wouldn't know what was happening in the back seat. The car slowly started moving,
leaving only Yang Ying and Zhao Shuang alone in the cabin. Yang Ying felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, wanting to start a conversation but
unsure what to say. Before she could finish, Zhao Shuang spoke first.
"Sister Ying..." Zhao Shuang, being the lowest-ranking employee and young, didn't address Yang Ying as "Sister Ying" like the others.
"Baby." "You seem very tired lately, is it because of work?" Zhao Shuang's caring
concern brought a touch of sweetness to Yang Ying's heart. She smiled gently and denied it, only saying that she hadn't been sleeping well lately.
Zhao Shuang's chubby face was full of concern and heartache: "That won't do. Sister Ying is our pillar of strength.
It would be terrible if you got sick. We need to solve this insomnia problem as soon as possible." She paused and added, "I learned massage for a while
. It helps relieve mental stress and will help you sleep better." Yang Ying subconsciously refused. Although she
felt close to Zhao Shuang, she was, after all, a married woman, and naturally, she couldn't be so close to a young man.
Hearing Yang Ying's refusal, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Zhao Shuang's narrow eyes beneath his chubby face. He slowly said in a deep voice,
"Sister Ying, don't resist my kindness. Be a good girl and let me help you properly." Zhao Shuang's deep voice seemed to
possess an irresistible power. Yang Ying felt a wave of dizziness and nodded in agreement, then quietly watched
Zhao Shuang sit down beside her.
"Just relax. I'll just gently massage your temples." Zhao Shuang gazed at Yang Ying's
beautiful, poetic face, feeling as if he were about to be intoxicated by her alluring gaze. He took a deep breath, smelling
a delicate fragrance like that of a young girl, and his blood began to rush downwards.
Yang Ying experienced a different feeling. When Zhao Shuang first sat down, she naturally felt resistance, her body slightly
shrinking to the side. But when Zhao Shuang's voice reached her ears, she involuntarily relaxed her body as instructed.
"Yes, relax... relax..." Zhao Shuang whispered in her ear, pressing his hands against Yang Ying's pretty face
. His fleshy hands gently rubbed her temples, without any fancy techniques, but Yang
Ying felt relaxed and comfortable, letting out an alluring moan. She slumped back in her seat
, her pretty face tilted back.
"Relax, don't think about anything, empty your mind, listen to my voice, follow my voice, let your body
and mind completely empty..." Zhao Shuang's voice possessed an irresistible magic for Yang Ying. His plump hands were
warm and soft, and although he was only gently pressing her temples, the pleasurable sensation made Yang Ying want to
stay forever. Moreover, the man exuded a masculine scent. His voice, touch, and smell formed
a huge net that gently captured her.
"My hands are circling back and forth on your temples..." Zhao Shuang gazed intently at Yang Ying's exquisite,
doll-like face, suppressing the urge to kiss her full, red lips and her crystal-clear earlobes, patiently guiding the superstar's mind. "You'll feel those circles entering 　　your mind
with my movements and my voice , and then your consciousness will slowly, gently rotate with them. You'll imagine yourself sitting 　　on a spinning wheel, and with each rotation, your body and mind will relax a little more, and all the previous fatigue will vanish. This is exactly 　　the feeling you want, so you'll let yourself continue spinning until your mind is completely empty, until 　　only my voice exists in your heart, until you absolutely obey my instructions." Zhao Shuang observed Yang Ying's expression, realizing she 　　was completely under his control, before releasing his hands. 　　Zhao Shuang first knocked on the window to tell the driver that Yang Ying was asleep, urging him to slow down so he would have enough time 　　to do his thing with the beauty. Then he began asking, "Yang Ying, can you hear my voice?" 　　"Yes," Yang Ying replied slowly but clearly and affirmatively. 　　"Can you only hear my voice?" "Yes, only your voice." 　　"Do you know who I am?" "Yes, you are Zhao Shuang." 　　"Do you know that I'm the only one beside you?" "Yes." 　　"How do you feel? Are you happy?" "Happy." 　　"Why are you happy?" "Because I like being with you." 　　"Why do you like being with me?" Yang Ying didn't know how to answer this question. She only knew she wanted to be alone with 　　Zhao Shuang, but she couldn't explain why. 　　"Because you're attracted to Zhao Shuang, you want to be alone with him to get closer to him." 　　"Yes, because I'm attracted to Zhao Shuang, I want to be alone with him to get closer to him." " 　　Do you like hearing his voice?" "Yes." 　　"Do you like him touching you?" "Yes." 　　"Do you feel happy and excited when you hear his voice, smell his scent, or are touched by him?" 　　Yang Ying naturally gave an affirmative answer. "Come on, it's just you and me here, honestly tell me how you feel 　　." Zhao Shuang continued to coax. 　　"Seeing him and hearing his voice makes me very excited, especially..." Even though she was being controlled, even though her heart 　　was open, Yang Ying still found it difficult to speak, but under Zhao Shuang's gentle yet powerful encouragement, she finally said it. 　　"Especially when he touches me, my whole body goes weak, and I want him to continue..." 　　"Continue what?" Zhao Shuang pressed. 　　"Continue..." Yang Ying resisted, but confessed under Zhao Shuang's urging. "Keep touching me, touch my whole body, 　　hug me, possess me..." Her mind was controlled, freed from her usual repression, allowing Yang Ying to voice her innermost fantasies 　　. This was the power of the "Seed of Desire" technique; the practitioner would exert a tremendous sexual attraction on the implanted "seed 　　," causing the latter to involuntarily throw herself into their arms. As Yang Ying spoke, her body trembled slightly, her long legs arched slightly, and her face flushed, as if 　　simply uttering the words had already excited her immensely. 　　"You want to throw yourself into Zhao Shuang's arms whenever you see him, want him to want to violate you wantonly, right?" 　　"Yes..." Yang Ying answered tremulously. "But I can't let him do that..." 　　"Why?" 　　"Because I already have a husband, I love my husband..." Speaking of her husband, Yang Ying's previously agitated 　　face softened with calm and tenderness, making Zhao Shuang extremely jealous. 　　"You don't love your husband, you love Zhao Shuang." Zhao Shuang directly gave the order, but unexpectedly, Yang Ying refused 　　to accept it. 　　"No...I...love my husband Huang Xiaoming...I love him, I don't love anyone else..." Yang Ying's face was contorted, clearly 　　in pain from resisting Zhao Shuang's control, yet she still struggled to resist. Zhao Shuang, fearing she would break free 　　of his control, immediately used a calming technique to guide her back to calm. 　　"You love your husband, but your body craves contact with Zhao Shuang." "Yes." 　　"When he touches you, it makes you feel extremely excited and comfortable." "Yes."

"You crave his further advances because you know it will excite and pleasurably you!" Zhao
Shuang emphasized, planting this idea deep into Yang Ying's consciousness.
"You know you shouldn't think like this, but you're deeply attracted to Zhao Shuang, yearning for it... You feel
guilty, as if you've betrayed your husband, and this deep guilt only intensifies your desire and excitement. The more you yearn,
the more guilty you feel; the more guilty you feel, the harder it is to suppress your desire and excitement." The sexually suggestive instructions made
Yang Ying increasingly excited, her face flushed, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her pert breasts gently lifted, as if craving
something.
Zhao Shuang knew she needed to give this big star a push. "Open your eyes, but your mind will
remain in its current state. You will still only hear my voice and only see what I want you to see."
Yang Ying opened her beautiful eyes, her gaze hazy with satisfaction. Before her was a raised "flesh" hand. "This is
Zhao Shuang's hand. This hand can make you feel so good, so excited. The place this hand touches is the most sensitive
part of your body. Do you want to be touched by this hand?"
"Yes... I really want to... but I can't..." Yang Ying continued to struggle painfully with her inner conflict.
"Of course you can't, because you know that Zhao Shuang can bring you the greatest pleasure, the kind of pleasure you can't forget.
As long as he touches you, even just a light touch, you will never forget that pleasure, you will be addicted to it,
unable to extricate yourself, and then you will crave more, more direct, and bolder contact. You can't, because you are afraid, you know you will become
addicted."
"I know... I'm addicted... to pleasure... unable to extricate myself..." Yang Ying murmured repeatedly.
"But right now you're in a dream, a dream where it's just the two of us. I'm your closest and most trusted
person, so you don't need to hide anything from me. Dreams are just a reflection of your desires, not reality, so you don't
need to be afraid of anything. Just release your feelings..." Zhao Shuang said, slowly reaching her hand towards Yang Ying's body
. Seeing that she was about to give in, she gently ran her index finger back and forth across her delicate shoulders and arms a few times. There was no filming today
, so Yang Ying was dressed quite casually: a sleeveless off-the-shoulder blouse and black straight-leg trousers, the fitted
cut revealing her slender, bony figure.
Zhao Shuang's simple, gentle movements excited Yang Ying, causing her body to writhe and moan, like
the most wanton prostitute, rather than the usual elegant and demure star.
"Is it comfortable? Is it good?" "Very good, very comfortable..."
"What if it is?" Zhao Shuang gently moved her fingers upwards, gliding over her silky shoulders, then
lightly caressing her slender, swan-like neck, even playing with her hair. The deeper her fingers went, the stronger Yang Ying's reaction became, and she moaned
incessantly. Fortunately, the car was very soundproof, otherwise the driver would have noticed.
Zhao Shuang mischievously lingered on Yang Ying's neck for a moment before touching her round, jade-like earlobe, carefully
circling it.
"Mmm... ah... ya... so good... a little harder... ah... I can't take it... it's too sensitive there, don't put it in!"
The last sentence was because Zhao Shuang had inserted her little finger into her ear canal and was gently picking at it.
Of course, one should listen to a beauty, so Zhao Shuang obediently withdrew her hand, spreading her five fingers in front of Yang Ying. "Look!
This hand can bring you endless pleasure..." Then she slowly moved her hand to her chest, her fingers slightly bent, hovering
in mid-air. "Imagine what it would be like if this hand were on your breasts? Your breasts are very sensitive, aren't they?
Aren't your nipples hard and itchy? It would feel so good and exciting to touch them..." Zhao Shuang kept
talking, but didn't make a move. Yang Ying tried to move closer, but the chubby boy skillfully avoided her.
"Give it to me...please!" Yang Ying begged, her voice trembling with tears.
"Once this hand touches you, you'll be addicted, unable to forget or escape that intense pleasure, and
you'll become a prisoner from then on. Do you really want that?"
"I want it...I want it!" Yang Ying pleaded, then saw Zhao Shuang, with a smug smile, place his hand on her breasts.
"Ah!" Yang Ying let out a passionate moan, her long, slender legs clamping together, as if she could already feel
an intense orgasm just from that. Amidst her moans, Zhao Shuang recklessly enjoyed the pleasure of playing with the big star's breasts. Her
breasts weren't large, at most a B cup, small enough to be held in one hand, but they were firm and soft, with a wonderful feel and shape. Even
through her clothes, one could feel the pointed nipples growing larger and harder than small stones. Zhao Shuang used all the seductive techniques he had inherited
, employing both hands simultaneously. His right index and middle fingers pinched her nipple, occasionally flicking it with his middle finger; his left hand gently grasped her breast,
kneading, squeezing, and rubbing it. His skillful techniques left Yang Ying completely captivated, utterly lost in the moment, letting himself be manipulated.
The beauty's infatuated state was enough to move even a Buddha, let alone Zhao Shuang, who had been waiting for this moment. He no longer cared about
seduction or control, pressing his entire body against Yang Ying's delicate form, lowering his head to kiss her especially full and alluring cherry lips
. Their lips and tongues intertwined, and Yang Ying, in turn, opened herself up, responding passionately.
Only when both of them began to gasp for breath did they finally part. Zhao Shuang gazed down at the beautiful woman's
face, a mixture of confusion and excitement, feeling the alluring body beneath him. He longed to take her right then and there, but knew there wasn't enough time. He could
only sigh and gently press Yang Ying's temples.
"Relax, relax..." Zhao Shuang once again brought her into a half-awake, half-asleep state. "If I snap my
fingers three times, you'll wake up. You won't remember anything that happened during the car ride, only that my massage
made you feel very comfortable and you slept soundly. But your body has already remembered, is captivated by all the pleasure I gave you,
and craves deeper contact again and again, yearning for my penetration. But because you're married, you have to
suppress your true feelings, which is the real reason for your insomnia. As long as you suppress your feelings for me,
you'll have a very hard time falling asleep, and the more you suppress them, the stronger the desire becomes, and the more intense the outburst."
"When you're alone at night, your repression will be at its lowest, and your body will become incredibly thirsty. You'll
involuntarily fantasize about me masturbating. Because you're already married and can't marry me, you'll fantasize that I'm your master,
constantly enslaving, violating, and playing with your body. This fantasy will excite you even more, and fill you with shame
, but you just can't control yourself. You crave to be controlled by me, and then reach an unprecedented climax amidst the shame
. Only then can you fall asleep, and then in your dreams be violated by me again and again… until..."
"Until you completely surrender to me."
"Surrender, surrender... I crave my master's enslavement..."
"I am your little slave girl, my baby. You're almost home. It's time to wake you up." With three snaps of
her fingers, Yang Ying woke up, her beautiful eyes looking around in a daze.
"Did you sleep well?" Zhao Shuang had already sat down beside her.
"I fell asleep?" Yang Ying was incredulous, after all, she had been suffering from insomnia for several days. "It seems your massage
really worked."
"You're just too tired." Zhao Shuang resumed her cautious office worker demeanor. "But if you need it,
I can give you another massage." Zhao Shuang's suggestion made Yang Ying's heart skip a beat, but she refused with a shy face. Just then,
the car slowly stopped, the door opened, and it was Yang Ying and Huang Wanming's mansion.
"We're here. I'm getting out of the car. Thank you for today. Please have the driver take you home later." As Yang Ying took her long legs to
leave, she felt something strange in her lower body and realized that her legs were wet. Just as things were getting awkward, Zhao Shuang
reached out to help her out of the car. The touch felt like an electric shock; the heat from his palms made her body go weak
, almost collapsing into Zhao Shuang's arms. She gritted her teeth and hurried away as if fleeing. Zhao Shuang watched the beautiful star's
departing figure, bringing his hand to his nose to smell the lingering fragrance, recalling the sensations of playing with her body, knowing he
would soon satisfy his lust.
Two,
a week later.
"Zhao Shuang, I'd like to trouble you to take me home today too," Yang Ying invited shyly.
Her assistant had been on leave these past few days, and Yang Ying had been inviting Zhao Shuang to ride home for several days in a row, using the excuse that their homes were in the same direction.
Her colleagues at the studio had gotten used to it, and no one suspected anything amiss.
But Yang Ying knew the real reason behind the rides…
"Of course, Sister Ying!" Zhao Shuang agreed with a smile, emphasizing the last two words. Almost no
one noticed that upon hearing Zhao Shuang's address, Yang Ying's slender body trembled slightly, almost as if she couldn't stand, her fair
cheeks flushed crimson, and she hurriedly pulled Zhao Shuang into the luxurious seven-seater car.
"Could you please not... call me that anymore?" Yang Ying pleaded, looking down at
the plump face so close to hers.
"What address?" Zhao Shuang feigned ignorance. "Is it... Sister Ying?" The moment those two crucial words were uttered, Yang Ying seemed
to be struck by a tremendous shock, her body going limp as she collapsed into Zhao Shuang's broad arms. The beauty in his arms, her fragrance wafting,
weak and helpless, looked completely at his mercy, but Zhao Shuang seemed unmoved. He simply gently cupped her shoulders and
asked, "What do you want me to call you?"
Yang Ying, consumed by lust, had lost her ability to think, weakly shaking her head, saying that Zhao Shuang could do whatever he wanted. A week ago
, the "massage" in the car completely unleashed the power of her "lust-inducing technique." Yang Ying could no longer suppress the surging
desire within her. Back home, she fantasized about Zhao Shuang masturbating repeatedly. The next day at the company, the sight of that
round, chubby face immediately ignited her lust. Initially, she tried to suppress her surging desire, using
the image of her beloved Huang Xiaoming to dispel her excitement. But whenever she was alone, Zhao Shuang's image would haunt her, forcing her
to take action. After being tormented like this for three nights, Yang Ying finally gave in. She excused herself by giving her assistant a long day off,
then invited Zhao Shuang to her car, where he gave her a skillful massage to relieve her insomnia. His body was thoroughly touched, and although
she didn't experience true ecstasy, she still reached an unprecedented climax amidst moans. She secretly hated herself. Despite deeply loving her husband,
she couldn't resist throwing herself into the arms of other men. But the moment the fat man's hand touched her body, intense pleasure
instantly overwhelmed all moral considerations. She thought it was lust, but in reality, in her dazed state, she had
been brainwashed again and again by Zhao Shuang's lust, implanted with multiple deep-seated suggestions. From then on, whenever she heard Zhao Shuang call her "Sister Ying,"
regardless of the occasion, she would be overcome with lust and crave Zhao Shuang's comfort.
Zhao Shuang pretended to think for a moment and said, "I don't like calling you baby. Too many people call you that.
How about I call you Yingying, my exclusive little Yingying? My dear Sister Ying!" This was the third time today, and
no one else was watching. Yang Ying couldn't resist the overwhelming lust. With a soft moan, she offered her full, jade-like lips, letting him suckle. While passionately kissing the beauty, Zhao Shuang's large hands skillfully unbuttoned Yang Ying's clothes, 　　tracing deeper and deeper
along her smooth skin .
He felt every curve of Yang Ying's body, every delicate touch of her fair skin,
the heat emanating from every pore, every cry from her pure soul… and then he took them all into his hands. With each caress
, an inexplicable heat permeated and eroded Yang Ying's body and soul, the heat flowing from her delicate form, surging to
the deepest part of her body, and then exploding at her most sensitive spot!
Yang Ying gasped, closing her eyes to savor the afterglow of her orgasm. Sometimes, she felt as if she were split into two
parts, belonging to two different men. Her emotions naturally belonged to her husband, Huang Xiaoming; but her body submitted to Zhao Shuang,
and increasingly, it was devouring her soul. She gradually felt less longing for her husband who was away, and instead
, she yearned day and night for the day she would lose her virginity to the fat man. She wasn't unfamiliar with other men, but none had ever
given her such intense pleasure with just their hands. Even more remarkably, each touch brought
a deeper and more intoxicating pleasure, leaving her wanting more and anticipating an even more profound experience.
After a long while, Yang Ying finally came to her senses, opening her bright and beautiful eyes. She gave Zhao Shuang a coquettish glare and
said angrily, "You're really... knowing that I... can't stand it, you still did it." At least a third of her dissatisfaction
was genuine, mostly directed at Zhao Shuang's lack of romantic understanding. Although she still said she couldn't
do anything to betray her husband, she had touched him everywhere, both the parts she should and shouldn't have. Was one last step really necessary? In
truth, she had surrendered the moment she invited Zhao Shuang into the car. Her earlier statement, "Do whatever you want," was essentially paving a
straight path for the fat man to reach his goal. But he pretended not to know, remaining stuck at the final hurdle, leaving her
to grit her teeth every night, unable to speak her mind due to her pride.
Zhao Shuang's cheerful sweet talk made the beauty both shy and delighted. The fat man had long understood Yang Ying's intentions
, but the beauty he had was not going to leave. He enjoyed guiding his beautiful wife step by step into the
abyss of depravity. When she finally succumbed to the torment of desire and threw herself into his arms, there would be no turning back.
It was a power struggle between a man and a woman.
Zhao Shuang touched and kissed her, keeping the starlet in a state of arousal. Even
when she got out of the car at her doorstep, she was still trembling slightly. She gave Zhao Shuang a seductive, suggestive look, the intense
desire in her eyes letting him know she had made her decision. Sure enough
,
not long after Zhao Shuang returned home, she received a call: "I'm not feeling well… could you come see me?"
The discomfort was a lie; the real reason was that she was unbearably itchy and begged Zhao Shuang to bring his large penis to relieve the itch.
Zhao Shuang calmly dressed and took a taxi to Yang Ying's residence. Yang Ying and her husband Huang Xiaoming were both
high-earning celebrities, the latter being a well-known tycoon in the entertainment industry with a net worth in the hundreds of millions. The luxury of their residence was unimaginable
, but that wasn't the focus of the story. The servants, having received instructions from Yang Ying, led Zhao Shuang into a
round hall as soon as she arrived, then closed the door and left. Beside the hall was a half-open door, from which came a familiar, melodious voice beckoning
Zhao Shuang inside.
Zhao Shuang entered and was immediately struck by a luxurious bed large enough to sleep several people. On the bed lay a beautiful woman,
her fragrant body reclining—it was Yang Ying. Even having known Yang Ying for some time, Zhao Shuang was still stunned by her beauty at this moment. Her jade
-like body was clad only in a thin black gauze robe, her long legs and breasts faintly visible, a hazy, alluring beauty that was
even more seductive than complete nudity, creating a striking contrast of black and white. Zhao Shuang approached the beauty
, looking down at her exquisite figure before sitting on the bed. He casually asked, "I wonder if my
Ying..." Sensing the sharp glint in Yang Ying's eyes, he immediately changed his tone, "Little Yingying, is your baby feeling unwell
?"
Yang Ying lightly rubbed her legs together, and under Zhao Shuang's penetrating gaze, she lifted her small, beautiful breasts and whispered,
"Yingying doesn't know... Yingying feels very uncomfortable all over... I feel weak all over, please take a look..." Yang Ying
was already as beautiful as an elf, but now, with her alluring eyes and sweet voice, she had evolved into a bewitching enchantress, making
it impossible to resist. Zhao Shuang, of course, needed no restraint. His plump hand slid down Yang Ying's chiseled shoulders, the smooth
skin and silk seemingly blending seamlessly, making it irresistible.
As Zhao Shuang's hands moved, Yang Ying murmured, "So good... Brother's name has the character 'Shuang' in it... He
's born to make people feel good..." She abandoned her pride, speaking without restraint, even though she was several years older than Zhao Shuang
, she could still utter the word "brother.
" "Then, between me and your 'Sponge Brother,' who makes you feel better?" Zhao Shuang asked deliberately. Hearing her husband's name, Yang Ying's beautiful face
flushed with embarrassment, and she frowned, saying, "Don't mention him at a time like this... What am I supposed to do... what am I supposed to do?" Thinking of
how she, a married woman, couldn't help but throw herself into the arms of other men, acting like a prostitute she despised
, a wave of sorrow washed over her, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Zhao Shuang gently lifted the beautiful woman's delicate chin, gazing deeply into her large, round eyes, and softly said,
"It was my fault. I won't mention unhappy things anymore... Look into my eyes, don't think about anything else... From now on, let's
forget everything else together. In your eyes and heart, there will only be me, just as in my eyes there will only be you."
Yang Ying was captivated by Zhao Shuang's gaze, as if her very soul had been sucked into a vortex,
losing all defenses in that endless swirling. "Yes... In my eyes and heart, there is only you, only
you..." In fact, in the past few days, she had been controlled by Zhao Shuang multiple times after orgasms, her
memories and feelings repeatedly altered, and she had long since become accustomed to submission.
"You've forgotten other men...you only remember being my woman, obeying me, submitting to me."
"I only have you as my man...I will obey, submit..."
"Submission is your destiny...your will. Submission makes you happy, excites you, your body and soul
are burning, the most intense lust, purifying and sharpening your body, making you very sensitive...extremely
sensitive. Tell me, what do you need most now?"
"You...I need you...my whole being is yours...please descend, please conquer me!" The repeatedly implanted
seeds of suggestion sprouted after many days, taking root deeply in Yang Ying's mind. From then on, this star was Zhao Shuang's
woman, living only for him.
Zhao Shuang withdrew his gaze and began to liberate Yang Ying's body. Her tender white skin was gradually exposed to the air, finally
revealing a white jade statue, like an ancient Greek goddess statue, but even more exquisite. However, the goddess statue lacked her vitality
, the alluring scent of lust, and the gasps and moans of excitement.
Zhao Shuang was astonished by the beauty of the body before him. It wasn't the first time he'd witnessed such beauty, but previously it had always been in a dimly lit carriage
, and mostly covered by clothing, preventing him from seeing the full extent. But now, in a brightly lit room,
before him lay the exquisitely beautiful and alluring star, her every detail meticulously revealed, her every move arousing his blood. Moreover,
Yang Ying was indeed stunningly beautiful, with slender, muscular bones and a delicate figure
. Her breasts, small enough to be encircled by a hand, were perfectly bowl-shaped, their pale pink tips already erect.
Looking down from her captivating breasts, he saw a flat stomach, her tiny navel incredibly cute, and below that, her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Surprisingly, despite
her slender frame, Yang Ying's mons pubis was slightly arched and remarkably full. Beneath the grassland were long, straight legs, as straight as swords,
all ten small feet bent tightly in excitement… A beautiful face, snow-white skin, beautiful breasts, a slender waist, long legs—
everything was there, creating a breathtakingly beautiful picture.
Zhao Shuang's hands and mouth were constantly busy, lingering over this near-perfect body, especially
focusing on her pair of snow-white breasts. She first used the side of her palm to lift them up, constantly stimulating the cute little cherries, each of her ten fingers having its own purpose:
picking, flicking, plucking, rubbing, pinching, kneading, turning… her techniques varied. Her mouth was also busy, biting, sipping, sucking, holding, kissing,
licking, grinding—using every trick in the book, while repeatedly stimulating sensitive spots such as her earlobes, hairline, mouth, waist, genitals, armpits
, and sides of her legs. The "Ancient Erotic Techniques" he obtained divided the female body into 108 erogenous zones
and recorded unique seductive techniques specifically targeting each zone. Once used, any woman would surrender, and over
time, her body would be trained to be asexual, only responding to
the teasing of someone who understood the "Ancient Erotic Techniques," becoming the practitioner's possession, and only capable of feeling affection for one person. Yang Ying, in particular, possesses a naturally alluring and seductive body.
Her body was exceptionally sensitive and easily aroused. At this moment, stimulated, she was already lost in ecstasy, constantly uttering lewd moans
and groans, begging Zhao Shuang to become one with her.
Words and actions were superfluous; Zhao Shuang quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing
a plump, fleshy body—the complete opposite of the beauty on the bed—and a thick, hot, erect penis, modified by "ancient erotic arts," exuding
a powerful masculine charm.
"It's so big…too big…I can't take it…" The enormous penis, so disproportionate to her body, filled Yang Ying
halfway through its penetration, making her feel both excited and uncomfortable. Deep down, however, a strange expectation welled up within her, a desire to be
fulfilled. Zhao Shuang ignored her struggles. The "Ancient Erotic Arts" recorded a technique called "The Art of Judging Women," which could see through
a woman's true nature. He used this to see through Yang Ying's elegant demeanor, revealing an insatiable thirst for desire. However,
no man had ever been able to break through her facade, awaken her mind and body, and allow her to fully immerse herself in the boundless sea of desire. But after this day, once
she experienced the highest pleasure between men and women, she would be forever lost.
Zhao Shuang once again skillfully aroused Yang Ying's desire to its peak before gently parting her legs and
slowly penetrating her moist sanctuary. It was tighter and narrower than he had imagined. Halfway through, it seemed to have reached its limit. Yang Ying,
feeling uncomfortably swollen, squeezed her legs together, her vaginal walls tightening, tightly gripping and grinding Zhao Shuang's penis. Any other man
would either be forced to retreat or ejaculate prematurely, but Zhao Shuang possessed extraordinary skills and was completely fearless. His only concern was that forcing himself on her would
hurt her. He gripped her firm buttocks as leverage, slowly grinding his way in, his dragon head like a pounding hammer,
penetrating deeper and deeper into her territory. With each breakthrough, Yang Ying's brow relaxed,
and her moans grew increasingly soft and seductive, until finally, he broke through the barrier, reaching the very core of her paradise, connecting them tightly
.
"So deep…full…penetrated…" Yang Ying cried out wildly, her voice filled with satisfaction and pleasure,
not caring if the servants could hear. She felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, as if every inch of her body
was filled, including her soul. She had never had such a close relationship with a man before. The absolute fullness made her involuntarily
arch her back and move, hoping to alleviate the deep-seated pleasure through movement. But in reality, each movement only
doubled the pleasure. Just when she felt she was about to go crazy, the man on top of her began to exert force, heavy, rhythmic,
and powerful thrusts replacing her clumsy movements, leading her faster to the peak.
"No...it's going to break...it feels so good...give me more...I can't take it...harder..." Words were meaningless
. From Yang Ying's high level of cooperation, it was clear that she actually needed more and more, and this was exactly what Zhao Shuang could provide.
He transformed into a medieval knight, wielding a thick, imposing lance, recklessly invading without regard for
the feelings of others; Yang Ying was a submissive subject, surrendering all her territory to his rule. In agony, she was
blasted to the peak by the powerful knight, exploding into fragments that scattered on the ground, becoming nourishment for pleasure, absorbed by the soil once more
, endlessly cycling between life and death.
After countless cycles, Yang Ying slowly regained her senses, opening her eyes to see Zhao Shuang's
fat face. A face that should have been repulsive now possessed charm and majesty, making Yang Ying unable to look directly at him. Then, she saw
herself weakly half-lying, half-sitting in Zhao Shuang's arms, her hands still clinging desperately to his fleshy neck, as
if letting go would mean losing this man. Most shamefully, the enormous penis that had given her such immense pleasure was still
erect and inserted inside her, showing no sign of softening.
"How come you haven't... you haven't ejaculated yet..." Yang Ying was surprised by the fat man's extraordinary stamina, feeling
waves of heat rising through her body again.
"Because my little Yingying isn't satisfied yet." Zhao Shuang chuckled lewdly, and amidst Yang Ying's faint, almost negligible protests
, he deeply kissed the beauty with her alluring red lips. His thick tongue, as deep as his penis,
sucked out Yang Ying's tongue with astonishing skill, their tongues intertwining. In the midst of the passionate kiss, Zhao Shuang lifted Yang Ying up, pulled her
into his arms, lowered his waist, and thrust deeply. With each powerful thrust, Yang Ying's clitoris trembled violently
, pushing her to another peak. Having just experienced another orgasm, Yang Ying gradually became accustomed to it,
treating herself like a small boat, letting the surging waves carry her up and down. Using pleasure as a bridge, the bodies and minds of a
man and woman gradually come together and synchronize. This is a profound union of soul and body, an exchange of fluids and essence,
transforming unfamiliarity into tacit understanding, and the soul from barrier to connection, culminating in a simultaneous eruption of essence. At the moment of eruption,
a surge of the purest essence welled up from the depths of Yang Ying's body, absorbed by Zhao Shuang using his erotic arts. This
essence, offered by a woman after extreme satisfaction, is highly beneficial to those who practice magic. Zhao Shuang absorbed it, feeling only
refreshed and invigorated, without any fatigue from the intense activity. Along with this came
a deep sense of submission, dependence, and attachment from Yang Ying. Completely conquered, she offered not only her body but also her soul, a willingness to submit for
eternity.
Four.
Two blissful experiences, countless ascents to the peak—Yang Ying felt an unprecedented satisfaction, as if
all the joyous unions of her previous life paled in comparison to what she had experienced today. She longed for another round, but her body was too weak
to even hold Zhao Shuang tightly. She could only lie naked in the man's broad, fleshy arms.
Conversely, Zhao Shuang, having just absorbed Yang Ying's essence, was brimming with energy, his expression one of unfinished pleasure.
Yang Ying was both surprised and delighted, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "I...I'm so tired...can you stop for a bit and let me rest, okay
?" Zhao Shuang actually wanted to go at it again, but he had to feign tenderness, so he could only smile and agree,
not letting go of Yang Ying, but instead holding her tightly in his arms.
"Are you happy?" Zhao Shuang asked the shapely woman in his arms, receiving a naturally affirmative answer.
"Compared to your husband Huang Xiaoming, who makes you happier?"
"Of course it's you, how can he compare to you?" Yang Ying answered readily. Completely submissive, she had abandoned
her status as a wife, accepting everything willingly.
"Why? He's more handsome, taller, and richer than me..."
"But I love you! And you're thicker, bigger, longer-lasting, and you give me more pleasure..." Yang Ying finished speaking and then threw
Zhao Shuang a flirtatious wink, immediately igniting another storm of passion. Zhao Shuang gently stretched out his arms, turning Yang Ying so that her back was facing him.
He thrust his round, shapely buttocks upwards, and in a rear-entry position, penetrated Yang Ying once more. Although the beauty
was tired, Zhao Shuang's provocation aroused her, and she twisted her waist to meet his. This posture presented a different scene altogether; Yang
Ying, lost in pleasure, swayed her buttocks wildly, her delicate breasts drooping and swaying gently, her posture wanton. Zhao Shuang lifted her up and
vigorously kneaded her, his hands moving over her body, and under his relentless assault, she reached another intense climax.
Having tasted the pleasure, the two moved their "battlefield" to the bathroom, where they united again while bathing. In the huge
bathtub, Yang Ying was pressed against the edge, using the buoyancy of the water to wrap her long legs around Zhao Shuang's thick waist, repeatedly enduring
his vigorous thrusts. That night, Yang Ying fell asleep exhausted in Zhao Shuang's arms.
In the days that followed, the two used every corner of the house as their bed—the living room, kitchen, garage, swimming pool…
almost every place in the house bore the marks of their lovemaking. Zhao Shuang then cast a spell on the servants in the house, making them
turn a blind eye to their affairs. Yang Ying took leave from her studio for herself and Zhao Shuang. Before her husband returned,
she and the fat man were deeply involved in their affair, inseparable, seizing every moment for their passionate lovemaking. Aside from meals, they spent their time kissing and having sex,
spending more time naked than clothed. During this time, Zhao Shuang used his superior sexual techniques, powerful sexual
abilities, and wicked magic to relentlessly train this celebrity wife, leading her to become completely
controlled and corrupted.
On one occasion, while the two were entwined in passion, Huang Xiaoming happened to call to say some sweet nothings. In the past, Zhao
Shuang would avoid such situations, but this time he not only didn't leave, but also gently and forcefully teased
Yang Ying's beautiful, white body while she spoke. When he took Yang Ying's nipple into his mouth and sucked and gently bit it, the electric-like
stimulation made her cry out uncontrollably. Huang Xiaoming, thinking his wife was in trouble, immediately said he would fly
back. Yang Ying quickly made up an excuse to avoid it, hurriedly hung up the phone, and eagerly sat
on Zhao Shuang's penis. At that moment, for Yang Ying, her husband was merely a burden in her pursuit of pleasure...
Another time, the two were swimming and sunbathing in the pool of the mansion. Zhao Shuang ordered Yang Ying to apply sunscreen to him,
but instead used Yang Ying's proud body. She applied sunscreen from her chest to her lower abdomen, then slowly and meticulously spread
the lotion evenly on his plump body. When she bent her legs and straightened her chest, sweeping her breasts up Zhao Shuang's lower body,
rubbing her soft breasts against Zhao Shuang's breasts, the pleasure and satisfaction made the fat man excitedly shout, and he
rewarded Yang Ying with a large meal of meat by the poolside.
Another time, the fat man pretended to go to work, and under his desk, a stunningly beautiful married actress was awkwardly sucking on
his penis…
and many more absurd acts of defilement were unfolding…
The happy times passed especially quickly, and before they knew it, Huang Xiaoming was about to finish his work out of town and return home.
“What do you think we should do? He’s coming back tomorrow, and we’ll be separated. I don’t want to leave you,” Yang Ying said, clinging to Zhao
Shuang’s neck. After these days of development and training, Yang Ying was already inseparable from this despicable man. If
Zhao Shuang asked her to divorce him, she would definitely agree immediately.
“You don’t want to leave me, or you don’t want to leave my long-lasting, firm ‘Great Southern Kingdom’?” Zhao Shuang
asked with a grin, showing no signs of sadness, and reached out to touch Yang Ying’s breasts again.
“I’m serious, you’re still messing around…” Although she complained, Yang Ying still let Zhao Shuang do as he pleased, and
then slowly leaned her body towards the fat man.
"Don't worry, I have a plan..." Zhao Shuang said confidently, but Yang Ying, caught up in the moment, was too preoccupied
to hear or care.
Five,
a month later, the entertainment circles of China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan were shocked by a news story. Huang Xiaoming and Zhao Wei, both married, were
exposed by paparazzi for having extramarital affairs. The two held a press conference to admit to the affair and stated they would divorce their respective spouses
and get back together, causing a media frenzy both domestically and internationally. At the press conference, Huang Xiaoming publicly apologized to his wife, Yang Ying, saying he would
take full responsibility and was willing to give her half of his wealth, along with their shared house, as compensation. As for
Yang Ying, she disappeared the moment the scandal broke, and no one knew her whereabouts.
Simultaneously with the live broadcast of the press conference, Yang Ying, one of the main figures, wearing a sexy velvet nightgown, sat close to a fat man
—Zhao Shuang. While enjoying Zhao Shuang's large hands roaming over her body, Yang Ying fed the fat man
fruit, her beautiful eyes gazing deeply at him, revealing a boundless affection. While watching TV, the fat man's large hands
caressed the beautiful woman's alluring body. Perhaps due to the influence of lust, Yang Ying was even more
stunningly beautiful than before. Nourished by Zhao Shuang, she seemed to glow softly, her skin even more radiant. Her defined features had
gained a touch of softness, and her beautiful eyes exuded a powerful allure, as if constantly tempting men. Even more
alluring was that her originally small, round breasts had grown considerably larger under Zhao Shuang's caresses, approaching a C-cup,
stretching her close-fitting pajamas until they bulged and were shaped by the fat man's hands. Her long legs, bent in a
half-squat position beneath the pajamas, revealed a hint of nakedness, ready to welcome Zhao Shuang's favor. Her body was incredibly sensitive
; whenever her sensitive spots were touched, she let out soft moans. The act of feeding her never ceased, yet she remained completely
oblivious to the content playing on the television.
"Yingying, I told you I had a plan," Zhao Shuang said smugly, and Yang Ying naturally praised him. Getting
Yang Ying to divorce wasn't difficult; the real challenge was maintaining her image. She was currently a sensation in Hong Kong and mainland China, a veritable goldmine
. If a scandal involving infidelity or divorce were to surface, her career would be over. So Zhao Shuang meticulously
devised a scheme: using aphrodisiacs to induce a relationship between Huang Xiaoming and Zhao Wei, and then using sorcery to control Zhao Wei, making her fall in love
with Huang Xiaoming. Huang Xiaoming, who had always deeply loved Zhao Wei, was a perfect match. Zhao Shuang then leaked the story to
the paparazzi… and Yang Ying went from being the adulterer to the victim, which was entirely beneficial to her image. Once the scandal
subsided, she could make a strong comeback, undoubtedly increasing her value tenfold. Moreover, she had received
half of Huang Xiaoming's fortune; now Yang Ying was a multi-millionaire, and Zhao Shuang naturally pocketed all her money and income.
"I've solved a huge problem for you, Yingying, how will you thank me?" Yang Ying didn't directly answer Zhao Shuang's
question. Instead, she lowered her head shyly, her delicate hand enticing the fat man's increasingly large member. She bent down and took the massive rod
into her mouth. Her tongue technique had matured through constant practice, and her particularly full lips were used...
Oral sex was a different kind of pleasure. Zhao Shuang happily enjoyed the services of the beautiful female star, while simultaneously planning Yang Ying's comeback
. He fantasized about bringing more beautiful female stars under his control and becoming an entertainment tycoon in mainland China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan. One after another,
female stars with both good looks and figures kept appearing in his mind. Who would be the next one to be chosen?

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