Plunder: Mother Dog Breeding 13

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This is a world with a clear hierarchy and brimming with desire. Since the outbreak of World War III
, the tycoons have dominated the entire world.
Because World War III occurred after the new millennium,
under a new, massacre-style warfare model that constantly used nuclear weapons and then used neutron eliminators to clean up nuclear contamination, by the time one side finally
won , more than four-fifths of the population had already been brutally wiped out.
Thus, powerful tycoons and families ruled the entire world, and the entire planet was shrouded in capitalism
—extremely blatant and ruthless.
The post-war world was naturally desolate. Therefore, after those families and tycoons dominated the world
, megacities completely controlled by the tycoons and the world itself began to rise.
Of course, small cities also existed; after all, not all tycoons and families were so vast.
To put it more vividly, all the mayors were probably family patriarchs! Of course,
perhaps they were just ordinary family members pushed forward by lazy patriarchs; it depends on the specific circumstances.
Meanwhile, on the south bank of the great river of the Eastern Continent, where the original Demon City once stood,
a new Demon City has been rebuilt.
Controlled by the Shura family, the Shura Demon City, though its name seems simple, is the epitome of
wealth and desire in the entire Eastern land.
Along the long riverbank, towering steel and concrete skyscrapers, hundreds of meters high, stand side by side
, obscuring the pitiful river in a gray, dense forest.
Fortunately, with the full utilization of new nuclear fusion energy, the demand for oil has been greatly
reduced, and the river water remains as clear as it was before the Industrial Revolution.
Late at night, in contrast to the shopping malls, on the somewhat deserted riverside path illuminated by kerosene lamp-like
streetlights , a tall woman leans on the railing,
silently gazing at the rolling river in a daze.
Ling Jiaolin herself couldn't remember her ancestral home.
A century had passed since the post-war reconstruction, and the new era had reached
125 years of the CP (Capital Plutocracy). Under the new identity statistics system,
the events of a century ago had long since vanished. People of all skin colors and ethnicities lived together all over the world, and everything before the war could
no longer be used as a reference.
Ling Jiaolin was very tall, a model-level 1.72 meters. But she was not a model after all, so
her very long legs, covered in black pantyhose, were not boneless and slender, but rather rather fleshy and slender.
Similarly, her black, fluffy, multi-layered short skirt reached her knees, and the already semi-transparent black stockings made her flesh color appear even more prominent. She
wore a white shirt with an intricate collar embroidered with flowers, and the eighteen-year-old girl maturely tied her waist-length black
hair into a bun.
On her oval, fair face, slender eyebrows framed large, expressive eyes. Beneath long
lashes , a cool yet alluring aura flowed within them.
Her skin was as white as milk, as smooth as silk. Her facial features were well-defined, with slightly sunken
eye sockets and a high, straight nose, beneath which were delicate, rosy lips.
A cigar dangled from her lips; geographically speaking, a century ago, a place called Cuba
produced a large quantity of such goods. Puffs of white smoke drifted gently in the June air, and
under the dim yellow light of the streetlights, a slender figure waited for her date.
It was late at night, but as a bustling part of Shanghai, the number of pedestrians was still considerable.
The footsteps, though not continuous, occasionally
disturbed .
"You've arrived."
Steady footsteps approached, and simultaneously, a magnetic voice sounded behind Ling Jiaolin.
A dark shadow fell on the stone pavement—the figure of an adult male.
Ling Jiaolin's fingers, holding a cigar, trembled slightly. The twenty-four-year-old woman slowly turned her head, a hint of seriousness in
her eyes
easily over six feet tall, with sculpted features, his handsome face exceptionally striking.
A high, straight nose, thin lips, and a sharp eyebrow that swept across his slightly disheveled hair.
The tall, slender man, dressed in a black shirt, appeared to be under thirty, looking at the woman with satisfaction
.
"Have you read all the text messages I sent you?" After Ling Jiaolin silently followed the man to a bench by
the long beach sat down, under the dim yellow light of the nearby black streetlamp, the man smiled
calmly and spoke to her.
"Respected Lady Ling Jiaolin..."
The man's magnetic voice echoed along the riverbank, looking at the maturely dressed eighteen-year-old girl before him:
" Your actions of using hacking techniques to steal confidential information from the Shura family have been discovered. According to the laws of Shura City, you should
be arrested and dealt with according to the law. However, after the young master learned of your information, he smiled and said to me... one of his
loyal servants..."
Looking at the gloomy-faced Ling Jiaolin with a half-smile, the man continued,
"I'm quite interested in this genius young lady and her fiancé.
How about you train her into a sex slave? That seems quite interesting. Then she'll be yours. I have enough sex slaves for now. Of course,
you absolutely cannot let her fiancé, who is also a teacher and three years older than her, know, otherwise it won't be interesting
."
The cigar smoke still lingered in the air, carrying its alluring aroma. The air still had the feel of a late June
night, and pedestrians walked along the street at their own pace.
Unbeknownst to her, right there on a bench along the riverside path, a decision that would have been considered utterly
sinful had just been so easily uttered.
At this moment, Ling Jiaolin's face was incredibly pale, her full
breasts heaving with shame and indignation.
Her breathing was also slightly heavy as she listened to the words of the man who had sent her the anonymous text message demanding her
presence.
It was late afternoon. After returning home exhausted from her job as a lecturer at a prestigious high school, Ling
Jiaolin was preoccupied with recent troubles. So, while she was dozing in the bathtub,
she
only noticed the text message notification light when she got up, even though it was right next to her.
Geniuses are never in short supply in the CP era. The development and widespread adoption of biotechnology allow
people a century from now to gradually improve their bodies through food and pass these improvements on to the next generation.
Ling Jiaolin had already completed university-level courses in high school and became
a lecturer at her alma mater.
That much was true; she was a genius, winning the admiration and engagement of a 21-year-old
alumnus .
But she was also a computer enthusiast, having learned a great deal about computers.
However, this very hobby brought her terrible news.
Or perhaps, it was her own doing.
The text message was anonymous, and although its content was very simple, it
instantly snapped Ling Jiaolin, who was still a little groggy from just waking up in the bathroom, back to reality.
The message was indeed very simple; it merely described how Ling Jiaolin had recently hacked into the private network of the Shura family in Shura City to test her hacking
skills
.
Although Ling Jiaolin's intrusion failed due to the powerful firewall, it should
n't have triggered any alarms.
But now it seemed Ling Jiaolin had been naive.
So when she saw the message demanding she come to this location at this very moment,
knowing who had sent it, Ling Jiaolin was prepared for
the possibility of imprisonment, or even execution, under the laws of Shura City.
But fortunately, or perhaps even more unfortunately, the decision made by "the higher-ups" was quite different
.
Sex slave—a term both familiar and unfamiliar. In this era of CP (couple pairing), everyone knows about the existence of sex slaves,
just as everyone in the old world knows about drugs. It's a kind of underground
, semi-public, legal existence that ordinary people can't directly access ...
Yes, in this post-war rebuilt new world, the existence of sex slaves is legal. The only difference is that ordinary
people, especially "law-abiding" people, cannot access them.
In this new world, broadly speaking, all residents are divided into three classes.
The third class is mainly composed of manual laborers, such as factory workers, restaurant waiters, deliverymen
, and gardeners.
The second class is basically equivalent to the upper-middle class in the old world, including mental laborers such as
teachers , office workers, coaches, and even lawyers, doctors, and secretaries.
The first class is the undisputed ruling class, namely the aristocratic families and financial magnates.
In fact, the number of aristocratic families and financial magnates is quite large, and they almost all have one
thing in common: monopoly.
Various industries in a city are controlled by different aristocratic families. For example, the food industry belongs to one family,
the pharmaceutical industry belongs to another, and the largest aristocratic families and financial magnates are the masters of this city.
The Shura City, a metropolis dominated by the Shura family, is not only home to the Shura clan, but also controls
over industries. Their power ranks among the top ten of all aristocratic families worldwide, making
them undisputed super-hegemons.
For such a family, manipulating an ordinary, second-tier rookie lawyer and a university
professor is child's play.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Yun Haisheng. From now on, I'll be responsible for your training
." The tall, thin man was very handsome, his smile as captivating as ever.
However, Ling Jiaolin felt no appreciation for this charming man. Instead, her
heart was ice-cold.
"I...have no other choice?
" Her red lips bit her white teeth, her fair skin appearing slightly pale.
Facing the indifferent yet mocking gaze of the man named Yun Haisheng, a feeling of despair caused Ling
Jiaolin's arms, resting on her knees, to tremble slightly, and her clenched, delicate hands
tightened .
On the bench, a handsome man with a devilish charm sat beside Ling Jiaolin, his body turned
to face the woman in the same posture. Yun Haisheng smiled and shook his head.
"If you don't agree, it's not impossible, but the price will be much more painful."
Seeing Ling Jiaolin suddenly lift her head, looking at his face with a tense expression, Yun Haisheng's smile
widened.
Naturally, in Ling Jiaolin's eyes, it was the smile of a devil.
"For example, have a group of men
gang-rape . Then release the video and all your detailed information on the public internet. I believe...
you'll definitely become internet celebrities."
Seeing Ling Jiaolin practically clenching her fists until they bled, Yun Haisheng, representing the interests of the Shura family, smiled
and said, "This is just a simple idea of mine. The specific details can be enriched at any time. Of course, with the Shura
family's resources, even if it were a hundred times more complex, it could be easily realized, wouldn't it?
" He gently placed his palm on the back of Ling Jiaolin's hand. Seeing that his fiancée remained silent, head bowed,
not , only clenching her teeth and closing her eyes, Yun Haisheng didn't mind. He simply gently stroked
the smooth, silky back of Ling Jiaolin's hand.
"You... don't touch me...
" The moment his palm touched the back of her hand, Ling Jiaolin almost broke out in goosebumps all over her body.
It wasn't a feeling of disgust, but rather an unconscious reaction stemming from excessive tension and shame
. Even so, she restrained herself from removing the hand that was being caressed by the other person.
After all, the power of the Shura family was undeniable, and her fate was practically sealed. No matter
how unwilling she felt, she absolutely dared not disobey the Shura family's decision.
The tyranny of the chaebols and the control of powerful families over the world are deeply ingrained in people's minds.
"I...I have a fiancé, we're getting married in six months...I love him, so...please
..."
Head bowed, Ling Jiaolin knew her pleas were futile, yet she chose to continue.
Even without refusing her future "master's" hand, her human nature
compelled her to plead softly with Yun Haisheng.
An eighteen-year-old girl, engaged in a marriage in six months, facing
something unprecedented for her, even with the outcome already in her mind, her primal instincts still yearned
for redemption.
Her beautiful, youthful face possessed a mature allure and a cold, aloof quality. Her complexion, flushed and pale from tension and
embarrassment , was slightly paler than usual. Her full
breasts, barely concealed beneath her white shirt, continued to rise and fall. Although the collar was a conservative high collar and tightly fastened,
she felt utterly insecure.
"You have a good figure."
Yun Haisheng appraised Ling Jiaolin's body with the gaze of someone admiring merchandise, nodding with
satisfaction . "The young master hasn't decided your final fate. Unless he makes special requests, you
're essentially mine."
Although a chilling despair filled her heart, Ling Jiaolin's eyes
naturally .
"If you satisfy me completely during the training process, perhaps I can truly do
as the young master said and take you as my most intimate love slave."
He spoke these cruel words with a nonchalant air, pausing briefly at Ling Jiaolin's complex expression.
Enjoying the atmosphere, he glanced at her body, noticing her black high heels, and
continued with a smile,
"However, the possibility isn't very high. After all, as an experienced trainer, I've
experienced far too many sex slaves, so you'd better perform well."
Ling Jiaolin was clearly overwhelmed by shame and despair.
Tears, like pearls, slowly dripped from her beautiful face. Her slender body trembled slightly in the night. The air at midnight in May
seemed exceptionally cold. With a sob, Ling Jiaolin helplessly leaned against Yun Haisheng's shoulder
.
Gently patting Ling Jiaolin's back, Yun Haisheng leaned close to her rosy earlobe and lightly
kissed it , saying, "Let's go home first. I'll ask the school leaders for leave for you; after all,
the middle school you work at is also owned by the Shura family."
He casually slipped a business card into Ling Jiaolin's shirt pocket, refraining from taking the opportunity to touch her extremely
full breasts. Very gentlemanly, Yun Haisheng then kissed her earlobe again, looking at the diamond
earring, and smiled at the young fiancé, saying, "Of course, don't tell your fiancé; it's a secret between us."
Holding Ling Jiaolin, who was still biting her lip and sobbing with tears streaming down her face, like lovers, the scene appeared to be nothing more than a harmonious couple comforting each other. But who knew the secrets hidden beneath
? "Report to the VIP dormitory the day after tomorrow. I'll be there. By the way, the Shura family is incredibly wealthy. You can understand them building me a private apartment on campus just for a game, right? Of course, calling the police is pointless, right
?
" He smiled gently at the woman in his arms, offering only the usual comforting words between lovers.
Gently wiping away the tears from Ling Jiaolin's soft skin, Yun Haisheng's face genuinely
showed a seemingly tender expression.
After another tear was wiped away, Ling Jiaolin gritted her teeth and said to the man holding her,
"If there's nothing else, can I go home first
?" Yun Haisheng nodded very gentlemanly, then smiled and stood up, taking her arm, and hailed
a taxi on the street.
In the night of Shanghai, neon lights shone, and the atmosphere of desire permeated the entire steel jungle
.
It took Ling Jiaolin some time to return from her home in the southern part of the city, located in Long Beach. When she arrived at her apartment
in an apartment building, looking at the high-quality security door, another tear welled
up in her eyes.
Her fiancé was probably already fast asleep. Although they were engaged, they still
lived apart.
This fact, in this situation, seemed to be a convenient excuse.
Gently opening the bedroom door, she looked at the familiar spot on the bed where her fiancé had lain several times
. Ling Jiaolin couldn't help but recall that familiar, peaceful sleeping face—so comforting. How could he know that
his fiancée was about to become someone else's sex slave
? Ling Jiaolin sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking the white sheets, a tear falling onto them.

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