It may not be untrue

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The taxi stopped in front of the Hyatt Regency, located near Shinjuku West Exit. A doorman in a formal suit opened the door for me, but I waved him off as he reached for my luggage in the trunk. I walked through the revolving doors, across the mirror-like marble floor, and arrived at the front desk to complete the check-in process. Just as I turned to leave with my keys, I heard the female clerk call out softly after I passed away. I suddenly realized she was calling the name on the fake passport. I quickly turned back and smiled at her to hide my awkwardness. The clerk was holding a small cardboard box above the counter. I glanced at the name on the box, took it, and put it in my pocket before hurrying into the elevator.

Once in the room, I tossed my bag onto the bed, opened the box, and a brand-new cell phone fell out. Aside from the factory settings, the phone was completely empty. I used it to call my own number, but the caller ID didn't show up. I casually tossed it onto the bedside table, strolled to the window, drew back the heavy curtains, and looked through the large glass window at the lights twinkling in the night. Lost in thought, I gazed at the cityscape.

Having followed Zhang Lan to Japan, my desire to see her had grown incredibly strong. I recalled being in the same meeting room with her this morning; her elegant appearance inexplicably captivated me. Zhang Lan must be somewhere in this megacity now, what she's doing, who she's with—questions I hadn't pondered for years, now irresistibly occupied my mind. If Tiger's goal for this trip was as he said, I would see Zhang Lan soon. If, as Tiger claimed, I needed to be bait, would Zhang Lan be safe if I withdrew immediately or disobeyed their orders? This thought had flashed through my mind when I boarded the plane, and now it troubled me again. To this day, I remained unclear about what would happen next. The only thing I knew was that the fake passport and visa had allowed me to pass through the border checks between China and Japan smoothly, fully demonstrating that the hidden power behind this matter was not to be underestimated. Was every step I took now an aid to Tiger?

"I'll send you the address in a bit. Please arrive before 10 o'clock. You need to hurry and leave." The man on the phone said in Chinese, and then hung up.
The taxi drove out of Tokyo and finally stopped in front of an Edo-era building. I looked at my watch and it was already past 10 o'clock. The character "汤" (hot spring) on the door of the old house immediately made me realize that this was a hot spring spa. While wondering why I had been brought here, I gritted my teeth and pushed open the half-open wooden door.

The receptionist was a woman dressed in a kimono. Seeing me walk in alone, she stood in the center of the courtyard, looking around and smiling at me. I hesitated for a moment, then walked forward. Before I could speak, she came out from behind the large counter with small steps, holding a neatly folded white towel in front of me, speaking in Japanese to indicate that I should follow her.

When I came out of the large dressing room, I was only wearing a curtain covering my crotch. The end of the corridor suddenly opened up. Before me lay a Japanese-style courtyard, complete with a Taoist lantern, a wooden bridge, and a neatly trimmed pine tree. In the distance was a natural hot spring bath made of volcanic rock, in which sat a middle-aged man amidst the steamy mist. Hearing someone enter the water, he removed the towel from his face and nodded to me as a greeting. I bowed back and found a spot opposite him to soak in the hot spring. Seeing him put the towel back on his face, I followed suit, covering my face and leaning back against the edge of the pool.
After a while, I heard the clatter of wooden clogs again. Following the sound, I saw a woman walking towards our hot spring. She went straight to the edge of the pool, squatted down, and tested the water temperature with her hand. Before she unwrapped the towel from her body, the middle-aged man and I removed our towels and greeted her. She was only wearing a white cloth curtain around her waist. As she stepped into the hot spring, I saw a glimpse of hair beneath the curtain. This woman's face and figure were both remarkably similar to those of a 30-year-old. She looked to be in her early twenties, but I guessed she was actually older. A towel was wrapped around her head, and some of her hair, wet and sticky, clung to her face, giving her a mature, sophisticated air. She reached up to splash water on her slightly exposed shoulder, displaying a graceful demeanor. This was my first experience of a mixed-gender bath in Japan. Although her vital parts were covered, the woman's breasts were still clearly visible underwater. The middle-aged man stopped covering his face with the towel, and I peeked at him, pretending to rest with his eyes closed, but secretly watching her.
"Next, we need to get her used to being naked in front of her trainer," Gao Ping added, seeing my silence.
"No, not here," I heard him whisper, panting, as I unzipped my pants.

While I was secretly admiring the woman's underwater beauty, a man in his early twenties appeared at the poolside. He had dark skin and, although not tall, was all muscle. He jumped barefoot into the water. The splashing water hit the faces of the three people in the pool. This was extremely impolite in this situation. I wiped the water from my face and looked at the guy in the pool who was actually giggling.
Wasn't the woman being held down by two Japanese men and raped by me from behind a Chinese woman, not a Japanese woman? Otherwise, I, the two men, had heard it all, and they were looking at each other gleefully, talking in a garbled, incomprehensible language, then speaking to me in some incomprehensible words.

The turbulent water had just calmed down when the young man's eyebrows lit up again. The young man, enticing her, scratched at the curtain, then lifted and lowered it, exposing his penis to her. The woman's face showed obvious embarrassment, but she remained speechless, turning her face slightly away. Unexpectedly, the young man reached out and untied his own curtain, throwing it at the woman. Before she could dodge, part of the curtain brushed against her face. The woman quickly shifted her body, letting the curtain drift away, her eyes fixed on me and the middle-aged man. It seemed we could intervene to stop the youth's antics.
I despise men who bully women, and my fists clenched as I prepared to stand up, when suddenly a towel was thrown at me. I turned to see the middle-aged man, who shook his head at me and pointed to the tattoos covering the youth's back. The youth was now facing the woman, stroking his semi-erect penis against her.

I suddenly remembered that this was Japan, where gangs wielded considerable power, and I still hadn't figured out my purpose for being there, so I shouldn't meddle.

I had just sat back down when the youth suddenly jumped down and sat next to the woman. The middle-aged man closed his eyes again to rest, and I could only lower my head and pretend I hadn't seen anything. The youth began to flirt with the woman with a smirk. The woman shifted slightly to the side, and he pressed closer, reaching underwater to fondle her breasts. The woman said something that sounded like "don't try to fool me," her voice kept low, but the man actually reached under her curtain.

I grew anxious, wondering why I'd been summoned to this place and subjected to this ordeal. Just as I was wondering how to get out of there, and what to do next, I suddenly heard the woman's scream.

She stood up, preparing to leave the hot spring, but the young man grabbed one of her hands. She struggled to shake off his other hand, which was holding the curtain around her waist, clearly using all her strength. In a fit of anger, the young man pulled her arm and threw her into the pool. She stumbled and fell headfirst into the water. Although it was waist-deep, she sank to the bottom. As she tried to stand up, the young man leaped forward and pinned her down, preventing her from rising. She struggled desperately at the bottom, splashing water everywhere, like a fish caught in a trap. Seeing her struggle weaken, the young man released her and pulled her to the surface. Hearing the woman's heavy breathing and heart-wrenching coughs, I almost couldn't bear to continue watching. Unexpectedly, as soon as she caught her breath, she turned to escape again, only to be pushed back into the water by the young man. This time it took even longer; the woman eventually stopped struggling, and both her hands floated in the air before the young man pulled her out of the water, dragging her by the hands to the edge of the pool, and placed her fair body on the volcanic rocks along the edge.

The young man carefully positioned the woman, whose scent was faint, and lifted the back of the curtain, sniffing her groin like a dog. He then untied a knot at her waist and ripped off the only piece of cloth covering her. He first masturbated for a while, then reached out and began kneading the woman's plump buttocks, his dark hands creating a stark contrast with her fair skin. He spread her buttocks, examining her dark, tanned genitals from all angles, muttering to himself. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned and gestured an invitation to me and the middle-aged man.
The old man pulled a cell phone from his bathrobe pocket, and seeing my nod of agreement, handed it to the clerk, asking him to film the lewd scene. The woman, her eyes widening, tried to say something while sucking on the old man's limp penis, but I waved her off. I gestured for the attendant to continue, and with each blinding flash of the camera, the woman with the penis in her mouth paused. When the attendant switched to video recording mode, the woman's cheeks trembled with shame, mirroring her body.

The middle-aged man, who had been watching the scene unfold, reached down and untied his own curtain, watching his already erect penis sway in the water. He chatted humbly with the young man, a look of embarrassment on his face. As he stood up and walked towards the woman, he waved to me, and seeing my awkward waving, he pointed to the curtain hanging high around my waist and laughed heartily.

I was a little flustered. To hide my embarrassment, I stood up and, for some reason, untied the curtain. When the magnificent penis was revealed, the middle-aged man and the young man, both looking surprised, clapped their hands in unison.

The three men surrounded the woman's naked body, their three erect penises pointing straight at her crotch. The young man mumbled something and gestured with his hands. I guessed they were playing rock-paper-scissors, so I joined in. (I won the round, and the two men stepped aside, grinning, and let me go first.) I kept thinking about my premature ejaculation and worried about how I would embarrass myself in front of the Japanese. I hesitated and didn't move. At this moment, the woman seemed to regain some consciousness, and her body began to twist slightly. The two men quickly pounced on her, holding her down and urging me to hurry up. I had no choice but to steel myself and aim my penis at the woman's vulva. The two men even used their hands to pry open her labia, letting them naturally separate. I thrust my penis into the woman's body and moved it back and forth. The lubrication wasn't very good, but fortunately, her vagina wasn't too tight, allowing for easy thrusting. The woman, her consciousness fading, seemed to be in pain, struggling more violently. She was forcefully pressed against the edge of the pool, the water inside her being squeezed out, gushing from the corners of her mouth. My uncooperative penis suddenly felt a tingling numbness; oh no, I'm going to be embarrassed.

"Put me down, I beg you," the woman mumbled in Chinese.

My mind went blank for a moment. I wanted to stop immediately, but I couldn't help this woman from being continued to be violated by these two guys. What should I do? Perhaps the best way was to stop quickly, so I thrust my hips forcefully, hoping the increased stimulation would make me ejaculate sooner, but the urge to ejaculate was completely gone. I don't know how long I thrust; I almost lost track of time, even the two guys looked surprised.

Although the woman was still struggling, there was obvious leakage; her vagina had become lubricated. Getting up, the previous awkwardness disappeared, making it even harder to find the feeling of ejaculation. I suddenly remembered that I had expected to see Zhang Lan today. When Zhang Lan's face appeared, I couldn't help but imagine that the body being pressed down on me by these two Japanese men was hers. I could suddenly feel the pressure of the woman's flesh and the friction of the folds of her penis, and the stimulation of pleasure began to build up in my penis. Finally, after a violent thrust, I ejaculated a long-accumulated stream of semen deep into the woman's body.

Because he had been pressing down on the woman with all his might, the middle-aged man was a little tired. When he saw my penis withdraw from the woman's body, he quickly released his grip and shook it. Methods. The young man pulled the woman from the edge of the large pool into the hot spring, letting her genitals soak in the water as a form of washing. He was second in line, but because he had waited so long, his penis had gone limp. He held his penis and viciously roared at the limp woman, who was always trying to avoid him. The middle-aged man came over and slapped the woman's hair-smeared face several times. The woman cried and opened her mouth, taking the young man's penis into her mouth and slowly sucking on it.

While the young man was raping the woman, the middle-aged man and I helped hold her down. He also tried to rape the woman's anus, but failed. The young man ejaculated after a short time of thrusting. Afterwards, he ignored the middle-aged man and ran away from the hot spring.

The middle-aged man, imitating the young man, immersed the woman in the water and even washed her genitals with his hands. He made her suck his penis until it was hard, then put her back on the edge of the pool and began to rape her again. After being raped twice, the woman had no strength left and obediently lay there, enduring the man's thrusts. I was soaking in the hot spring, my mind completely blank. The middle-aged man finished even faster than the young man, sliding off the woman and falling into the hot spring. The woman was still lying face down, her body suddenly beginning to convulse; it was undoubtedly from the immense shame that she was sobbing.

"My little god is still as amazing
as ever." When these words reached my ears, I felt as if I had heard the same voice and said the same thing somewhere before.

The middle-aged man burst into laughter, pulled the woman who was still clinging to the edge of the pool, and she slipped and fell into the hot spring while laughing. When the woman resurfaced from the water, she was still giggling in front of me.

"My little god, have you forgotten your sweetheart, Jiqia?"

I couldn't help but rub my eyes, and when

I looked at the person in front of me, it was actually—Li Jie! Gao Ping—the middle-aged man from earlier, who had a female servant bring tea to the poolside, and then he, Li Jie, and I sipped tea together to replenish our fluids. I noticed that Gao Ping looked much older than he had ten years ago; I wondered if it was because he had lived in Japan for so long, but his every move resembled that of an islander. Li Jie, while still beautiful, had matured considerably since many years ago; no wonder I hadn't recognized these two earlier. They were filming an AV scene, and he even pointed out the location of a hidden camera; apparently, there were nine in total. After editing, it would be an exceptionally realistic "forced hot spring penetration" scene. Li Jie was leaning over the edge of the pool, pouring tea for us; her fair body still bore many red marks from rubbing against the edge of the pool earlier. Thinking about how she looked earlier, I couldn't help but admire her dedication. And I, unknowingly, had become a male actor.

"Your performance just now was excellent. You perfectly portrayed how an indifferent bystander gradually becomes an accomplice in that situation," Gao Ping said approvingly. "The effect was much better than I expected."

I was speechless in response to his praise, and simply focused on drinking tea to hide my embarrassment. I had never before sat so naked in front of both Gao Ping and Li Jie, who were equally naked, listening to Gao Ping's evaluation of how I had just raped his woman.

"Little God, what were you thinking when I blurted out Chinese just now?" Li Jie seemed still immersed in the joy of filming just now, "I thought your dick went soft for a moment, and then became even more throbbing and fucked even harder."

"This psychological turmoil is easy to understand. He initially thought you were a Japanese woman, and outwardly he seemed to be half-hearted, but inwardly he had no qualms, even though he knew he was committing rape. But suddenly realizing he had participated in the humiliation of a Chinese woman, his heart was definitely in turmoil. However, the pleasure brought by the male guilt quickly transformed into abnormal sexual pleasure," Gao Ping tried to analyze my psychological turmoil. "It seems you are a born male porn star. Not every man can complete sexual acts under those circumstances."

At this point, I completely understood why I had met Gao Ping and Li Jie today. The so-called filming of AVs by Zhang Lan required their involvement, or even my intermediary.

"Hey, little god, how come you're still so amazing after all these years?" Li Jie, sitting between me and Gao Ping, took a sip of tea, glanced at my floating penis, and asked coquettishly.

"Alright, alright, let's put our past work aside for now. You know now that Li Jie and I are big players in AV production in Japan. I'm the director, and Li Jie is even more impressive—she's the producer," Gao Ping interrupted Li Jie in time, "You also know that tomorrow's visit was originally for a joint venture to produce an AV, and the female lead is Zhang Lan."

When Gao Ping said Zhang Lan's name, I felt very awkward, so I took a sip of tea to cover it up.

I helped the woman curled up on the ground up, let her hold onto the doorknob, cupped her upturned buttocks and examined them for a while, then roughly caressed her smooth, naked skin with my palm.
"Our script isn't finalized yet, and I'd like to hear your thoughts today," Gao Ping continued, speaking eloquently. "AV actresses usually have some fixed roles, like married women, teachers, office ladies, and so on. Sexual acts are nothing more than rape, oral sex, anal sex, urination, and the other person. The plots also follow a fixed formula, like the office, outdoors, a bus, a classroom, etc. What ideas do you have?"

I couldn't believe Zhang Lan's first man and the beast who had once violated her, and I was discussing the details of how to violate her again.

"I think outdoors is good," I blurted out for some reason, "like in a residential area late at night, a man riding a bicycle with a naked woman on the back, brushing past night owls."

"Wow, how did you come up with such a erotic plot so easily? You're really something. I'll hire you as a screenwriter from now on," Li Jie said, her eyes wide with delight.

"Zhang Lan's current professional life has imbued her with a unique aura, a kind of self-confidence and pride that most women lack. It seems reasonable to cast her as an OL," I said, watching Gao Ping intently listening to my ideas. I was momentarily unsure if the same Gao Ping who had humiliated Zhang Lan in front of me that night was the same person. "But for a woman to accept such humiliation, there seems to be some groundwork beforehand."

"Then we could arrange some indoor forced training," Gao Ping continued calmly, "to crush her OL self-confidence and pride."

"I think forced training is less effective than voluntary training. But how to get a woman who is inherently self-confident and proud to be trained voluntarily requires some other plot development, such as some kind of psychological coercion, or the trainer controlling the trainee's unspeakable secrets," I said, staring at Gao Ping's face and enunciating each word clearly.

"That's not difficult. Everyone has weaknesses, many stemming from unspeakable secrets!" Gao Ping said casually, but his tone was laced with malice.
Regarding this mission, which remains unfinished, besides the certainty that the person or organization behind it is powerful, one question has been lingering in my mind. If they want to guide Zhang Lan to do something, I should be a good candidate, after all, we were once deeply in love. But for someone or an organization with such power, is it necessary to use guidance? Why not just kidnap Zhang Lan? That would be more direct. Let alone a weak woman like her, even a strong man like me... If I were kidnapped in a foreign land, I'd probably be willing to do anything they wanted. This person hiding behind it all… yes! I vaguely believe it's an individual; an organization, no matter what, wouldn't have such an absurd idea… Could it be just to manipulate me into framing a woman he once deeply loved, to satisfy his abnormal psychology? If that's the case, why did he choose Zhang Lan instead of someone else, like Xin Yi? Thinking of Xin Yi sent a shiver down my spine. If Tiger's condition that night had been her, would I still have agreed? Unless this is an operation targeting Zhang Lan, but why would someone target her? I've always considered Zhang Lan to be a key figure in this merger conspiracy.

"How can you train a woman to lose her dignity and accept outdoor humiliation?" I knew I was asking the question that had been plaguing me since that dark night over ten years ago.
The clerk and the old man were playing back a video they had just recorded. As soon as the woman finished speaking, he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He bowed to the woman and presented his penis to her. The woman silently helped the young man make his penis fully erect, then turned around and lay on the ground, sticking out her round buttocks and exaggeratingly thrusting her genitals backward. The clerk aimed his short, thick penis at the woman's already wet and slick vulva and rubbed it a couple of times before the dark red glans squeezed into her body. This time, the woman was surprisingly calm and didn't make a sound. She struggled to support her body with both hands, her plump buttocks trembling like waves as she received each intense thrust from after her death. The old man, while recording, reached out and fondled the woman's swaying breasts, unusually pinching her erect nipples hard. While recording close-ups of his penis entering and exiting the woman's vagina, he also extended his middle finger and pressed it against the woman's strikingly white buttocks, specifically the dark, jarringly dark anus, chuckling. The clerk, probably having been without a woman for a long time, soon reached his climax. Before ejaculating, he began to moan softly, and I signaled him to ejaculate outside. But the woman in front of him suddenly reached between her thighs and grasped the man's scrotum, and even as he trembled and ejaculated the last drop of semen into her body, her hand continued to gently knead his wrinkled testicles.

"Even with psychological coercion, you must initially conceal the most humiliating outcome a woman will face, otherwise she will fight back desperately," I knew Gao Ping was answering my question. "You can let her first expose her body to the trainer in a limited way, and then gradually make her completely naked, especially her genitals."
So that's how Zhang Lan was initially trained by Gao Ping. I flashed a lewd image of Zhang Lan completely exposing her genitals in front of Gao Ping, which probably happened before the night I followed her. What kind of psychological coercion could make Zhang Lan rebel against me, being humiliated by Gao Ping, a man she not only disliked but even resented?
When I was woken up, I opened my eyes to see the summer sun streaming in through the gaps in the curtains. The pleasant ringtone of the telephone sounded so jarring now. I reached for the phone on the bedside table and called out "Hello, hello" twice.

"Look at you two!" Li Jie exclaimed, pointing to our two erect penises, veins bulging, underwater. I watched in disbelief as I tried to suppress my excitement, while Li Jie assumed the men were just getting hard from discussing erotic topics.

"Such a scene is bound to be captivating! Even the two creators who just ejaculated are getting aroused again! Come on, let me give you a little rub, to build some chemistry." With that, Li Jie reached underwater and took our penises in her hands, stroking them from slow to fast.

"But how do you get a woman used to exposing herself? It doesn't fit a woman's nature," I asked, trying to distract myself from the intense pleasure emanating from my penis.

"It was nothing more than repeated, numerous, and extremely intense sexual acts: intercourse, oral sex, various instruments, bondage, photography, urination, and even gang rape," Gao Ping recounted in one breath; it was as if the person he was describing wasn't a living, breathing person.

Had Zhang Lan suffered humiliation from anyone other than Gao Ping? When Gao Ping mentioned urination, the sound of water splashing in the apartment building entrance in that dark night and the puddle of urine on the ground assaulted my heart and made my breathing erratic.

"But you can't completely erase her shame about sex, that wouldn't be fun. You have to make her struggle between sexual shame and sexual pleasure to completely control her and ultimately do whatever you want with her!" Gao Ping's voice trembled slightly when he said "do whatever you want with her." Just like how Gao Ping had successfully controlled Zhang Lan's desires, making her willing to be humiliated by him, even to the point of doing the most shameful thing like urinating outdoors. Even though I had been in a relationship with Zhang Lan for two years, I had only seen her urinate once, and that was during the height of our romance. I couldn't imagine that she would be urinating for other men while being with me, and doing it many times.
"We could also design a character's boyfriend who watches his girlfriend being humiliated while he masturbates in the dark and ejaculates!" Gao Ping finished speaking, glancing at me with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

I couldn't help but groan, my penis throbbing in Li Jie's hand, a stream of white fluid gushing from the swollen, red glans, slurring in the water. Li Jie reached out and helped me up, supporting me as I lay on the edge of the pool made of black volcanic rock. She lowered her head and took my still-throbbing penis into her mouth, sucking on it with slurping sounds.
"Do you know why Zhang Lan came here tomorrow?" I asked casually, letting go of Li Jie and sitting down on the bed.

Then she used one hand to forcefully peel off the skin from my penis, gripping the base with her fingers to make the still-erect penis even harder than before ejaculation. She began to rapidly rub the fully exposed penis with her other hand. He rubbed the urethral opening of my dark red glans with his palm. The tingling, tingling stimulation sent a rush of energy down my still-sensitive penis, which had just ejaculated, all the way to my toes and then to my brain. I screamed in pain. Gao Ping, who had somehow gotten up, pressed down on my trembling body, preventing me from instinctively curling up. This stimulation far surpassed the sensation of a penis throbbing inside a woman's vagina and mouth, let alone the stroking during male masturbation.

I felt my breathing become erratic due to palpitations, as if my whole body was being pulled out of his shell. I even let out a sharp, woman-like moan. When a clear liquid gushed from my urethral opening like urine, I convulsed like a woman experiencing orgasm. Li Jie didn't stop; instead, she gripped my penis even tighter and quickened her movements, the liquid intermittently splashing between her fingers as she rapidly rubbed my urethral opening. My body, pressed down by Gao Ping, continued to tremble and even throb, resembling… A live fish was thrown onto the rocks. Li Jie suddenly released her grip on my penis and, along with Gao Ping, darted to the side. Li Jie's final stroke on my extremely sensitive glans felt like stroking my heart directly. A stream of clear, fishy-smelling liquid shot upwards in an arc, flying several meters, followed by several more, each weaker than the last. My waist was still trembling weakly until no more fluid came out.

Gao Ping coldly watched me curl up in shame, like a woman who had just been violated. He stood up, letting his short but thick penis emerge from the water, and pulled Li Jie between his legs, shoving his penis into her mouth and thrusting. After a while, he held Li Jie's head, his waist trembling for a long time before finally releasing her. Then Li Jie performed an orgasm for him, and he ejaculated a foul-smelling liquid. However, he managed to maintain his standing posture while trembling, showing he was already a master.

"But this time, Xiao Shen is arranged to not be seen by Zhang Lan, so he can only play the tragic boyfriend. Anyway, you were her boyfriend before, so your psychological connection will definitely be strong." Li Jie raised her hand and patted my buttocks, which were facing away from her, and casually flicked my scrotum and anus with her fingers.

After parting ways with Gao Ping at the hot spring, Li Jie drove me back to the hotel. Along the way, Li Jie habitually placed her hand on the vibrator, sometimes gently rubbing it. I couldn't help but reach out and pick up that hand, savoring the most ecstatic pleasure it had given me.

"What's wrong? Want it again?" Li Jie turned to look at me, smiling coquettishly. "Don't rush me. I'll be with you today, let you enjoy yourself. Without me, you'd be pent up all year."

As soon as we entered the room, I started to undress Li Jie. While responding to my passionate, wet kisses, Li Jie pushed me away, saying, "Don't be so impatient. I have a lot to do this afternoon. You should rest and not delay things. Another day is bad for your figure, my little goddess!"

"Does she know she's been arranged to film an AV?" I watched as Li Jie took off her shirt, leaving only a black lace bra on her upper body, with a semi-transparent veil at the nipples.

"I think she probably doesn't know, otherwise why would you need to guide her?" Li Jie twisted her body and started to pull down her tight skirt.

"Was the plan Gao Ping mentioned pre-planned?" I asked, looking at Li Jie's black stockings, the kind that exposed the crotch area, and the black lace panties were semi-transparent at the pubic area, barely covering her pubic hair. I remembered that Li Jie used to own a lingerie shop in China.

"Don't worry about it, just do as I say, otherwise..." Li Jie suddenly stopped talking.
"Otherwise what?" I quickly pressed.

"Sigh, don't ask anymore, just be a good girl, and I'll let you have your fill when we get back tonight, my little goddess." Li Jie turned her back to take off her stockings, revealing the thin strap of her thong wedged between her plump buttocks.

"Hmm... I've done many jobs," Li Jie threw her pantyhose on the bed and turned around. Her once bright and beautiful eyes looked at my face with a hint of sadness. "Do you want to know what a woman can do in Japan?"

I knew it would be impolite to ask any further, so I stood up and moved Li Jie away from the bed.

"Actually, it's nothing much. It's easy for a woman to make a living, as long as she's not too old," Li Jie said, her back to me as she reached for her bra. I reached out and helped her unhook it. She said anxiously, "Don't touch me! I know you have a very high sex drive, but you need to save up some ammunition. What if Zhang Lan wants it?"

"Do you think Zhang Lan would still fall for that now?" I could only turn around and sit down on the sofa, wondering if this cliché plan would work. But I'd see Zhang Lan and decide on the next step based on the situation.

(30)

The izakaya in Roppongi was once a filming location for Hollywood movies, and when I arrived in the late afternoon, there weren't many customers. I chose a table slightly above the ground, near a stone pillar, where I could see people coming and going without being too conspicuous.

Gao Ping and Li Jie only told me that I could meet Zhang Lan at this izakaya, and I myself had to find a way to rekindle Zhang Lan's old feelings for me. I didn't have much faith that the cliché of a chance encounter would work. Thinking that today might end with a sex scene, I really had to thank them for curing my premature ejaculation, which had been bothering me for so long, otherwise I wouldn't even have the confidence to sit here. The scene that happened at the hot spring this morning still lingered in my mind. Could it be that all the izakayas will soon become AV filming locations, making this seemingly absurd task a final, seamless completion? The thought that doing so might save Yang Ziyan and Feng Tai's lives made my resolve to warn Zhang Lan of her escape from the jaws of death waver. These nonsensical things were giving me a headache. I downed the drink in one gulp, then shook the bottle to find it empty. I raised the empty bottle to greet a waiter who was walking towards me.

The waiter was leading Zhang Lan to the table next to mine when my outstretched hand froze.
Zhang Lan's face showed a flash of surprise when she saw me, and she stood there, somewhat bewildered.

"Zhang Lan, is that you?" I hesitantly stood up, stretching out my hands as if to grab her across the table.

"Yes, it's you," Zhang Lan shook her head in confusion, tossing her long, black, wavy hair to one side. Her bright, beautiful eyes flickered, and the pale yellow dress she wore gave her a mature air. "I thought I had mistaken you for someone else."
"Is someone waiting for you?" I suddenly felt a little confused.

The old man pressed the stop button on the video recording, gave a thumbs-up to the clerk whose face was flushed, and commented happily. The naked woman in front of the three men collapsed to the ground as soon as the dead man slid out of her body, panting heavily.
"I don't know." Zhang Lan thought for a moment, looked at the set of bowls and chopsticks on my table, smiled slightly, and asked, "Aren't you waiting for someone?"

"No...no, no," I quickly denied, my heart pounding in my throat.

"Then I..." Zhang Lan looked at my table and deliberately dragged out her words.

"Right, right, why don't we sit together?" I quickly gestured to the clerk standing to the side, indicating that Zhang Lan and I should sit at the same table. I tried to pull out a chair for Zhang Lan, but she pulled out a chair and sat down herself. I asked the clerk to bring another bottle of wine, and Zhang Lan suggested that she change to a larger bottle.

"Why did you order grilled skewers?" Zhang Lan asked, looking at my barely touched plate. "The noodles here are delicious." I quickly ordered two bowls of buckwheat noodles as she had suggested.

I waited for her to ask why I was also coming to Japan tomorrow, and why I happened to be here. But she didn't say anything, just stared at me thoughtfully for a while, making the atmosphere a bit awkward. Fortunately, the lighting in our seat was dim, so she didn't notice my unease. We sat facing each other, drinking, and sometimes she would lower her head and smile, and I could only smile awkwardly back. By the time the noodles arrived, Zhang Lan and I had already drunk quite a few glasses of wine. The noodles tasted really good, and I ate them with gusto, making slurping noises.

"I didn't expect that after all these years, you still eat so deliciously," Zhang Lan said, slowly picking at the noodles in her bowl with her chopsticks. I remembered when we were dating in college, we ate together almost every day, and she would often buy the food for me at the cafeteria.

Before long, I finished a large bowl of noodles, put down my chopsticks, wiped my mouth, and looked like I hadn't had enough.

"Are you full?" Zhang Lan saw that I nodded noncommittally, and without saying anything, she used her chopsticks to put noodles from her bowl into mine. I quickly picked up my chopsticks again, held the bowl, and ate the noodles she gave me. I suddenly remembered eating late-night snacks with Zhang Lan in the dimly lit cafeteria of college, and how those two bodies, full of youthful energy, would quickly find a place to release their excess energy after eating.

"Are you full now?" Zhang Lan put down her chopsticks, patted her lips with a tissue, and asked softly.

"Don't you hate me?" Zhang Lan lowered her eyes as if awaiting judgment after speaking.

"No, I don't hate you," I replied hesitantly, mainly because I wasn't sure what she meant. Was it our always bumpy and complicated relationship, or that time she tricked me into the dark prison of the tiger?

"I, I...you know I still love you!" I looked back at her beautiful, unforgettable eyes under the lamplight.

"I never thought it would be ten years since we sat down to eat together again," Zhang Lan said, glancing around, "and in a place like this."

"Yes, time flies, things change," I sighed, thinking about how to be close to her later.

"I think you haven't changed much," Zhang Lan seemed to be recalling the old me, "still as self-centered as before, quick-witted, but impulsive."

"Hehe," I chuckled sheepishly, wondering if she meant I'd been arguing with her more often during meetings.

"What do you think of me? Have I changed a lot?" Zhang Lan asked, tilting her head to listen attentively.
"You've matured, you're more elegant and sophisticated," I said without thinking.

"Please don't misunderstand me," I guessed she was complaining that I'd abandoned her for the younger Xin Yi. I reached out and took her hand on the table, gently stroking her soft, smooth hand with my palm, saying, "The marks time leaves on us are undeniable, but you're still the Zhang Lan in my heart!" I stated firmly.

"Can you take me home?" Zhang Lan looked up, her eyes gleaming with something shimmering.

The taxi sped along the road, Zhang Lan and I sitting side by side in the back, the handrails on either side of us, neither of us speaking a word. She picked up her phone and examined it, a thoughtful expression on her face. She shook her head, lowered the phone, and casually rolled down her side window. The night breeze caressed her fair face, letting her dark hair drift behind her. More than ten years ago, on the school playground, when the night wind also stirred Zhang Lan and my hair like this, a young man loudly announced to the world that he wanted to marry a girl.

"It seems like it was his first time squirting," Li Jie said, rubbing her hands in the hot spring water. Looking at me, still trembling slightly, she seemed to admire her own creation, then smugly glanced at Gao Ping. I ignored the humiliation of being played with by him and his woman during my first sexual encounter with Gao Ping. My body slowly calmed down, and I lay quietly on the rock, savoring the breathtaking climax.
I longed to reach my goal soon, to be as impulsive as a boy in his first love, yearning for a thrilling encounter, and then to elope with my beloved.

She raised my hand, which was clasped with hers, and gently rubbed the back of my hand against her burning cheek. As she lowered her hand, she pressed the back of my hand onto her thigh. The heat of her body beneath the thin fabric revealed the depth of her feelings.

After getting out of the taxi, we walked hand-in-hand into the hotel lobby to wait for the elevator, like a couple.

Reaching her room door, as she reached into her purse for her key card, she suddenly turned and embraced me, her burning lips pressing against mine. Zhang Lan and I remained there, kissing passionately in the corridor. I captured her tongue, sucking on it, savoring its fragrant, orchid-like scent. I could no longer hide... Driven by his desire for her body, I pressed my erect penis against Zhang Lan's lower abdomen. She shifted slightly, letting the hard tip glide across her groin and settle in the indentation at the end of the inverted triangle, like two lovers who knew each other well. When I boldly reached out and grasped her breasts, which were fuller than before, she let out a soft moan and murmured something ambiguous, but my tongue confused her. Because we were still in the corridor, I restrained the urge to strip Zhang Lan of her clothes, letting one hand slide down her waist... Until I grasped and kneaded the plump buttocks beneath that precious fabric. I tightened my stomach to create some space, then slipped my hand between our tightly pressed bodies, my fingers seemingly pressing against her mound of Venus. I slowly moved my fingers, just touching the lace on her panties, flicking the crevice in the center of her pubic hair, when the woman's body suddenly trembled, and she struggled to push me away.

"I'm very grateful that you could spend the night with me," Zhang Lan said, straightening her hair and lowering her head, desperately avoiding my surprised and scrutinizing gaze, "but we're both married now, so let's consider this the formal farewell we missed before." With that, she opened the door and went into the room, slamming the door shut.

I was left alone in the hallway, standing staring blankly at the closed door for a long time, unable to accept that tonight's meeting had ended like this.

"Hey, where did you go to get such a good drink? Why are you still drinking?" Li Jie looked at me worriedly

, muttering to herself. As soon as I entered the room, I reached into the minibar and rummaged around for a bit, then opened a small bottle of whiskey, tilted my head back, and gulped it down in one go before plopping down on the sofa, panting heavily. Thinking back to being turned away by Zhang Lan earlier, I shook my head with a self-deprecating laugh, staring blankly at Li Jie, who was dressed casually.

"I was asleep just now. I thought you slept at her place tonight," Li Jie said, yawning and stretching.
"Have you been making AVs in Japan all these years?" Seeing I couldn't get any direct answers, I changed the subject.
Hearing Li Jie say that she still thought I would be staying at Zhang Lan's place tonight, a nameless anger surged within me.

I jumped up from the large sofa, reached out and pulled Li Jie into my arms, peeling away her layers like a banana, revealing her naked, banana-skin-white body.
I wasn't hungry, but I was too embarrassed to eat. After a few drinks, a glass of beer and a shot of sake didn't relax me; instead, they made me a little uneasy about my upcoming meeting with Zhang Lan.

"Where are your clothes?" I suddenly yelled fiercely, "Put them on, put them on now!" "

I took my underwear to wash, it won't be back until tomorrow. I was in a hurry to come here with you today and didn't bring any to change into," Li Jie said in a slightly panicked manner, covering her chest with one hand and her lower abdomen with the other. "It's so late, stop making a scene. I was already asleep, I thought you weren't coming back."

"Put them on, hurry up!" I strode to the wardrobe, took out the shirt and skirt that Li Jie had hung on Lang Lingqing's clothes, threw them at her naked body, and shouted.

"Okay, okay, sigh, what's wrong with you?" Li Jie asked in a trembling voice as she hurriedly put on the shirt and skirt directly onto her naked body. Li Jie finished dressing and was about to fix her hair in front of the mirror when I grabbed her and pulled her out of the door into the hallway.

I pressed Li Jie's body against the door and, just like when I bit Zhang Lan's mouth, I sucked on her fleshy lips. She clung tightly to me, struggling to lift one leg and rub it against mine. I swirled my tongue in her mouth, reached down and grasped her breast, kneading it forcefully through her silk blouse (I started by squeezing hard, then twisted until she pulled away from my mouth, letting out a low scream). I kissed her face and neck haphazardly, tearing at her blouse. The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the hallway. She looked at her exposed skin in panic, frantically trying to cover herself with her hands.

"Damn, what a slut, she's been with so many men," I cursed inwardly, "and she's still pretending to be innocent!"

"You've torn my clothes," she complained softly, her voice trembling with tears.

I reached up and pulled up her skirt, then reached down to her lower abdomen and began to stir. She actually squeezed her legs together, making it impossible for my fingers to move. I forced her to turn around, and with some unknown strength, I tore open the slit at the back of her skirt. Her white buttocks were exposed, and the dark flesh between her rounded labia was also exposed under the light. I made her bend over and stick out her buttocks, so that it would be easier to fondle her alluring body. Two large labia shamelessly stretched out from the dark pubic hair, like two long wings of a butterfly, and the buds under the skin were quickly rubbed hard and erect by me. She dared not moan loudly, and could only hold her breath and make muffled sounds. I put my fingers into her vagina and stirred for a while, then smeared her vaginal fluid on her face and lips. This repeated itself several times, her alluring buttocks swaying more and more wantonly. Both her mouths were ready to plead.

After a moment's thought, I shoved my penis back into my groin and quickly stripped her clothes, which were practically torn to shreds. At first, she desperately resisted the pieces of fabric separating her body, but soon she reached through her pants, groping the hard outline of my penis, panting softly.

I pressed her shoulders, signaling her to squat down. She thought I wanted her to perform oral sex and reached into my groin.

"Pee on me, I want to see you pee," I said coldly, shoving her hand away.

"Stop it, let's go back to the room," she pleaded, looking up at me, her face flushed.
"Mature, elegant—these are all euphemisms for a woman 'getting old,'" Zhang Lan sighed. "Men all prefer young women."

"I don't have my key card. Why don't you go downstairs and have the clerk open the door?" I said to her gruffly.

"Go get it. How am I supposed to go downstairs like this?" Unexpectedly, she reacted like a little girl, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I told you to pee, so pee!" I suddenly yelled, completely disregarding the fact that people in other rooms might hear.

The woman's face trembled slightly. She slowly parted her legs, revealing two wet labia protruding from her pubic hair. They had stuck together again during the earlier swaying, resembling long, wrinkled clam meat. The woman reached out to cover her face, but I stopped her with my hand. As the slightly yellow urine, warm and sticky, forced the labia apart slightly, the woman sighed softly. The water flowed down the edges of her labia like a waterfall, cascading onto her thighs and buttocks.

"But I can't pee in the hallway," she suddenly grabbed my hand and shook it pitifully. "Let's go back, I'll pee for you, I'll do anything you want."

"But what if I just want to see you pee in the hallway?" Before she finished speaking, we heard a ding, and an elevator stopped at our floor.

"So, do you still love me?" Zhang Lan looked up at me and asked.
A young clerk stepped out of the elevator and looked around. When he saw a naked woman, his face showed surprise, and he hesitated as he walked towards us. As

the clerk got closer, he started muttering something. Suddenly, a door diagonally opposite us opened, and a man rushed out, grabbing the clerk who was about to reach us. The man who had just appeared looked to be over sixty years old, wearing a bathrobe, and whispered something in the clerk's ear. He pulled him behind him, then politely gestured for me to leave, asking me not to be disturbed. I noticed the old man casually clasped his hands in front of him, seemingly trying to conceal his masculine physique. From his position in the room, the peephole angle offered a clear view of my and the woman's actions. I guessed he'd been watching us the whole time and, fearing his performance would be interrupted, had involuntarily stopped the waiter.

"Hurry up, let's go to the room as soon as we're done. Staying here will only prolong this humiliation," I wasn't sure if the domineering woman's earlier display of shame was an act, but now she was truly facing two strange men exposing her body. So I stared intently at her groping.

The old man whispered something in the woman's ear, a lewd smile on his face. The woman lowered her head and parted her lips with her hands, and a waterfall instantly formed a jet of water. Her open urethra trembled slightly from the rushing water. The two men bent down, carefully observing this shameful scene. They whispered excitedly. For some reason, I reached out and grabbed the woman's hair, forcing her to lift her flushed face. Soon, a large puddle of water appeared on the carpet in the corridor, and a considerable amount of urine dripped onto the soles of our three shoes. The stream of urine stopped intermittently until it completely disappeared, at which point the woman forcefully clenched her bladder, letting out the last drops. The air in the corridor was thick with the pungent smell of urine. The two men straightened up and simultaneously exhaled, exaggerating their conversation. The woman released her grip on her lips and slowly brought her thighs together, her frail body trembling uncontrollably.
"He's not as good as that young man from ten years ago," I said, scratching my head and grinning sheepishly.

"Ask them if they want oral sex," I said, pressing down on the woman's bare shoulders to prevent her from standing up, gesturing for her to ask the two strangers. The woman stared at my unusually calm face, her upturned features

contorted with extreme tension, and hesitantly shook her head. "It's alright, just your mouth. When we get back to the room, it'll just be the two of us, and I'll make sure you're satisfied," I said, experimenting on the woman with the method Gao Ping had described—the method of gradually pushing her into the abyss.

The woman trembled with shame, turning to the two strange men and muttering incoherently in Japanese, her voice choked with sobs. The old man rubbed his hands together happily after hearing this, then turned back to the still somewhat shy young clerk and muttered something, nodding vigorously as he spoke.

Back at my hotel, I spent some time at the bar before returning to my room. Li Jie was startled when she opened the door and quickly helped me in, still swaying.
I gestured for him to come in, and the old man stepped forward without hesitation, unbuckling his belt and opening the front of his bathrobe to reveal Lang Lingqing's lean, naked body.

The woman looked sadly at the soft, fleshy thing between the old man's legs; the foreskin was as wrinkled as his skin. She picked up this aging organ and pulled back the foreskin, revealing a grayish-white, equally wrinkled glans, with a thin line of clear fluid hanging from the urethral opening. Perhaps because of the unpleasant smell, the woman turned her face away slightly, but quickly, filled with grievance, she put it in her mouth. Perhaps due to the unpleasant smell, the woman spat it out before even sucking, gagging.

"Hurry up, it'll be over soon," I encouraged her calmly.

I don't know if this was the most strenuous oral sex she had ever experienced; the clerk holding the phone to record the scene shifted positions several times. Even I started to feel sorry for her, when a glint of desire flashed in her eyes. The old man's penis, which had become hard and thick, was now erect, covered with bulging veins like a withered branch that had been rejuvenated. The old man held his breath, occasionally letting out a suppressed groan, and the woman began to hum softly through her nose, her voice becoming increasingly seductive and alluring. The old man reached full erection and ejaculated in less than a minute; watching his penis throb in the woman's mouth, even I breathed a sigh of relief. The woman spat the saliva mixed with semen onto the ground, panting heavily, clearly having just experienced an exceptionally intense activity.

"Ask that clerk if he wants to fuck you," I coldly instructed before the woman could even lift her head.

"No, no, I don't want him to do it to me," the woman cried again, shaking her head desperately under the astonished gazes of the two Japanese men. "Or, I can use my mouth..." she conceded when she saw the slight anger on my face.

"Yes, that's a mouth too, the one down there," I said mockingly, coaxing her step by step. "Just once, just once, it'll be quick."

The woman squatted there silently for a while, then turned to the clerk and said a string of Japanese.

"Let's go in," the woman turned to me and pleaded meekly. I looked at the white, cloudy liquid overflowing from her slightly parted vulva, thinking that the young man had quite a lot, and hesitated whether to use this dirty, filthy hole to relieve my lust tonight.

"Ask them if they still want to go," I said, feeling a little annoyed that the two men showed no sign of leaving.

The woman spoke to the two men who had just molested her, and they bowed repeatedly, waved, and turned to leave.
"Have the waiter open the door," I told the woman to call the young waiter.

"She's just here to have fun, who knows," Li Jie said, unbuttoning her shirt. "I want to lie down for a while, you can sleep with me too."
The woman bowed and spoke in Japanese, and the waiter hurriedly reached into his pocket for his key card and opened the door. I gently held the door open with one hand and gestured towards the elevator with the other. The waiter quickly stepped back and walked towards the elevator.

"Master, do you need my services?" Li Jie, who had just entered the room naked, hugged me from behind and asked timidly.

"You slut, weren't those two dicks enough to satisfy you?" I walked to the sofa and sat down again, glancing at the woman still immersed in the atmosphere of being disciplined, shamelessly exposing her pair of white breasts. I deliberately showed a contemptuous expression on my face.
"Yes, I'm the public tyrant! Your Zhang Lan isn't your private tavern tyrant anymore!" Li Jie slowly got up from the ground and sat cross-legged on the floor, intentionally making her wet "public tyrant" between her legs face me. She reached out and played with the reddish flesh hidden among the hair, saying, "Zhang Lan hasn't been with you for so many years, does that mean her cunt can rest and not let men fuck her? I see she has such a plump figure, she must have been fucked by dicks a lot!"

"No, you allowed me just now," Li Jie quickly switched back to her usual wanton manner, relentlessly reaching out to grab my penis.

"Get lost," I shoved her to the ground. "I don't want to touch anyone right now!"
"No way, it's probably because you weren't allowed to touch the one you wanted to," Li Jie said deliberately, her naked body sprawled on the ground.

"Shut up, you shameless bastard!" I thought only the most vicious curses could shut this slut's mouth.

"Please don't talk to her like that!" I glared at the shameless bitch in front of me as I spoke, secretly wanting to slap her.

"I know Zhang Lan is your darling! Was it because of her that you dared to do that thing back then? Hey, tell me why you didn't end up with Zhang Lan?" Li Jie kicked me with one foot as she spoke. Suddenly,

the scene of the tiger raping Zhang Lan with my help and bystander flashed before my eyes. My heart tightened, my throat went dry, and I could only choose to close my eyes tightly.
The woman who had been slowly moving her mouth just now began to move back and forth responsibly. Perhaps because the old man's penis was always limp, it couldn't give her mouth enough sensation, and she could only press her mouth and nose against the old man's pubic hair each time.

"Don't tell me it's because of me, I'm pretty good too, it's just a pity I'm older than you, but we were inseparable back then," Li Jie said smugly, "Don't tell me I'll run away and leave you alone there, making your heart flutter."

"Hey, after that incident that year, were you alright?" I suddenly remembered the time she was arrested by the police.

"It's all because I got to know you; it was so unlucky that even my shop got shut down by the police. Luckily, I got my visa sorted out, so I'm coming to apply tomorrow," Li Jie sighed, then turned to me with a smug look and said, "But I even managed to fool that policeman, successfully fulfilling the task you entrusted to me."

"What, what?" I couldn't believe my ears. "Tell me about the police contacting you."

"A few days after that female college student left, a policeman came to me and asked if I had seen Yang Fan that night. I told them I didn't know anyone named Yang Fan. They questioned me repeatedly, but couldn't get anything out of me. In a fit of anger, they shut down my shop." Li Jie's words were like a thunderclap, sending a jolt through me from head to toe.

If the police hadn't obtained an alibi for Yang Fan, the whole plan should have gone exactly as I had originally designed. There would have been no need for Tiger to take the blame for me, and no need to send Zhang Lan to Tiger to be raped so he could take the fall for me! Was all of this a joke God played on me, and only now, after all these years, have I come to understand it?

"Where are you going!" Just as the door slammed shut after my death, I heard Li Jie's desperate shout as I rushed out of the room.

All the way there, I was anxiously hoping the taxi would get to Zhang Lan's hotel quickly. But when the elevator doors opened on Zhang Lan's floor, I hesitated. As the doors were about to close again, I quickly reached out to stop them and stepped out. Just an hour later, I stood again in this empty corridor, unsure how to explain my feelings to her.

I lowered my head, pondering why Zhang Lan had turned me away earlier. Was it a woman's innate intuition about suspicious thoughts, or was she still unable to accept the man who had so heartlessly abandoned her? Yet, I clearly understood her retaliation; she still had feelings for me at least.

I wanted to apologize to her for the shortcomings I had made more than ten years ago. I didn't ask for her forgiveness, I just wanted to be able to tell her the irreplaceable place she held in my heart all these years. Even if she laughed at me, it would be something I deserved! With that thought, I mustered my courage and walked towards Zhang Lan's room.

Just one room away, the door, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened, and a man stepped out. He turned back and whispered something to Zhang Lan, his face full of tenderness. I froze for a moment, then quickly turned and walked towards the elevator, my mind a jumble of thoughts. Reaching the elevator, I frantically pressed the buttons on the wall, silently urging myself to hurry, afraid that the man would rush over and share the elevator with me.
"That was brilliant!" Li Jie, her arm still damp with Gao Ping's semen, clapped her hands with a laugh. "They've practically covered the entire plot of a play in just a short while, just like how your semen just shot out. The semen from all the men in this play could probably fill this pool."

I couldn't help but steal a glance in that direction. Strangely, the corridor was empty, and Zhang Lan's door was tightly shut again. Then I heard a creaking sound from the end of that corridor, followed by the sound of the emergency exit door closing.

What kind of person would be in Zhang Lan's room at this hour? Could he be the reason Zhang Lan rejected me? Over the years, Zhang Lan and I have walked different paths in life. It's perfectly normal for her to encounter all sorts of men in her life. Surely, the man who came along wasn't her husband! Given Zhang Lan's current social status, it's not surprising that one or two such men would appear after her death. Thinking that Zhang Lan's purpose in coming to Tokyo was to meet a lover, I suddenly felt somewhat relieved that she turned me away.

But what kind of man would leave a woman after a rendezvous?

(To be continued)

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