Follow your feelings of love

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Huang Lin's good friend Yingchun got drunk in college and was slumped over a table when boys took advantage of her. Huang Lin quickly helped her back to her dorm. Yingchun once said, "I wasn't drunk. I deliberately slumped over the table so they could take advantage of me."
"Not drunk?"
"It wouldn't be fun if I were really drunk. That's how people are; they drink to do things they want to do but can't when they're sober."
"You want to be touched?"
"Yeah, that's right. I really want boys to touch me. They're touching my thighs under my skirt, almost touching my underwear. It's so exciting."
"You have a boyfriend."
"That's why I need to get drunk."
From then on, Huang Lin understood a principle: if you want to do something you want to do but can't, you first need to get yourself drunk, or at least make others think you're drunk.

"Wow! Xiao Bei (Bi Han). So handsome!" Every time Xiao Bei touched the ball, Yingchun would cheer loudly, oblivious to everyone else. They had already drunk two bottles of alcohol. "If I could make love with him just once, that would be enough for my whole life." Yingchun, her face flushed, foolishly repeated her long-held sexual fantasy.
"Please, you have a husband and kids now." Huang Lin really couldn't see any change in Yingchun since she became a full-time housewife.
"That's none of their business. I have to live for myself for once."
"Hey, which one do you like?" Huang Lin asked.
"Little Ronaldo (Guardian)."
"Are you kidding me? That wild monkey? Is he handsome?"
"He has such a wild, masculine charm."
A man next to her put his arm around Yingchun's waist and said, "Hey, I'm also an England fan, I'm betting on England to win." Everyone could see that he didn't just want to put his arm around Yingchun's waist.
"Thank you." Yingchun kissed the man's cheek hard.
Huang Lin was exasperated. "That damn Yingchun is acting crazy again, clearly inviting people to take advantage of her."
Sure enough, three men quickly surrounded Yingchun, pushing Huang Lin aside.
"That damn England fan, is she watching the game or touching women?" Huang Lin wasn't worried about Yingchun at all; she always enjoyed watching the game this way.
"Hey. I'm betting on Brazil." A man next to Huang Lin said.
Huang Lin glanced at him. This man wasn't handsome, but he was tall and had a peculiar masculine charm, a wild, untamed quality.
"Wow!" Owen scored a goal. Yingchun and three men celebrated together.
"England won. How about we find a place to celebrate properly?" one man asked Yingchun.
"Sure," Yingchun said.
"How's it going? Brazil is behind," Huang Lin asked the man beside her.
"There's still plenty of time. We can come back," the man said calmly.
Ronaldinho dribbled through the middle and passed to Rivaldo, who scored to tie the game.
"Hey, Ronaldinho played well!" This time it was Huang Lin's turn to get drunk and cheer with the man beside her. Yingchun turned and glared at him angrily, cursing, "Damn wild monkey!"
In the second half, Ronaldinho's free kick, defying the laws of gravity, sent England home.
"Shall we still get together?" the men asked Yingchun.
"Get together, get together, you deadbeats!" Yingchun slapped one of the men and stormed off, leaving Huang Lin and the man beside her celebrating Brazil's victory on the bed. The man's sex skills were excellent, far superior to her own. For a one-night stand, this man would easily score 90 points.
"We eat at home every day, so having a picnic once in a while isn't unreasonable, right? Besides, I was drunk," Huang Lin easily forgave herself.
"Is Xiao Luo very good in bed?" Huang Lin thought. "This man is very good, but probably not as good as Xiao Luo. How wonderful it would be to have sex with Xiao Luo at least once in my life."
Looking at his genitals, Huang Lin felt a urge to suckle. She had never felt this way before, but now she really wanted to lick this man's penis. As she put his penis in her mouth and played with it, the man woke up, grabbed her hair, and forced his penis against her throat, ejaculating into her stomach before she could resist.
"What's your name?" the man asked Huang Lin.
"I don't want to say."
"Don't you want to ask my name?"
"I don't want to know."
"Will we see each other again?"
"No." Huang Lin gently wiped the semen from the corner of her mouth with a tissue and said softly, "I have to go. Time is running out."
"Can we do it one more time?"
"Are you sure you can?" Huang Lin asked, finding it hard to believe a man could get an erection a third time in such a short time.
"I need your cooperation," the man said.
"Hmm?"
"I want to tie you up."
"Come on." Huang Lin put her hands behind her back. If this man could really fuck her hard again, she wouldn't mind being tied up once more.
Without rope, the man ripped the cord from the hotel floor lamp. He tightly bound Huang Lin's hands. He hung her up with her hands behind her back, exposing her buttocks completely to him.
The man didn't disappoint Huang Lin. This time, the sex was more stimulating and ecstatic than the first time. The man thrust into her from behind while playing with her anus, and she couldn't resist; the pleasure almost destroyed her. When the man held his penis in front of her, she didn't hesitate to drink his semen again. She had never imagined that sex could be so pleasurable, to the point that even the semen tasted sweet.

Huang Lin kept telling herself that this was just a normal one-night stand with sex but no love. She never thought it would change her life forever.

Huang Lin and her boyfriend, Dawei, rented a luxurious apartment in the city center and lived together. Huang Lin always believed that it was foolish for young people to have no private space and no sex, and that it was stupid not to make the most of having a boyfriend. Most women thought sex was a loss, a sacrifice, and Huang Lin truly admired their conservatism and chastity. In her eyes, sex was about taking, about enjoyment, about a woman's right.
"What's wrong with you today?" Dawei was puzzled by Huang Lin's behavior today.
Huang Lin lay beneath her boyfriend, but lacked her usual passion. She said, "I'm not in the mood today, I can't get excited. Don't worry about me, just find a way to ejaculate yourself."
Dawei gave Huang Lin a round of thrusting and quickly finished the intercourse. As the man fell into a deep sleep, Huang Lin went into the bathroom alone, poured herself a glass of red wine, and lazily lay in the warm water of the bathtub. She used her fingers to please her body. Slowly, her body began to feel pleasure, a little lightheaded. For the past six months, she hadn't experienced pleasure from Dawei. Every sexual encounter felt like acting, and she always had to comfort herself in the end. But today, she was too lazy even to be an actress.
"Knock, knock, knock." The knocking interrupted her. Dawei called from outside, "Darling, my mom called and said Dad just got back from England. I have to go back to my hometown in Hangzhou right away."
"Okay, you can go now," Huang Lin said, eager for him to leave.
After leaving, she took Dawei's adult VCDs to watch. Dawei loved to play the gentleman, lying that he never watched pornographic movies. Huang Lin was too lazy to call him out on it, but she would often secretly take out the VCDs he hid when he wasn't around, watch them, and then put them back.
The Japanese women's moans sounded fake, and the European women were too slutty, looking like prostitutes no matter how you looked at them. However, the large pectoral muscles of the European male actors were really sexy. Several white men had shockingly large penises. Huang Lin suspected that Dawei didn't let her watch adult VCDs because he was afraid of being outdone by the foreigners' large penises; men can't afford to lose. She liked watching those with SM content the most, but the male leads were too ugly to look at.
Yingchun called, "Hello, are you alone?"
"Yeah, Dawei's home. Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"
"Real Madrid vs. Barcelona!" Yingchun only watched the game when her husband wasn't home, and there was only one reason: she needed to see a man.
Yingchun's marriage was more like a carefully planned transaction: the man provided the woman with the best material life, and the woman created a warm haven for the man and cultivated the best heir. Men have countless lovers all over the country, and women in the streets are no strangers to being cuckolded. Yet, both can still maintain a respectful distance. Huang Lin suddenly thought, "Could Yingchun's life be my destiny?"
"I know, I'm coming right away." Huang Lin really wanted to see someone at this moment.
It was still that football bar that ordinary football fans loved. Throughout the match, Huang Lin was absent-minded, looking around.
Yingchun, with two bottles of beer, was embracing two men, not caring even when they reached into her clothes and touched her breasts in full view of everyone.
Huang Lin was looking for that person; she was waiting for another passionate encounter, fantasizing that man would fuck her hard again, tie her up and fuck her fiercely. Until the end of the match, that person didn't come.
"Hey, I'm going to celebrate Real Madrid's victory. Do you want to come with me?" Yingchun asked her, embracing two "Real Madrid fans.
" "No." "
Didn't find anyone you liked?" Yingchun whispered, "There
's a handsome guy over there who's been watching you for a long time." Huang Lin looked in the direction Yingchun was pointing and saw a handsome young man, Yingchun's favorite type.
"I have to go back. I have a ton of things to do tomorrow."
"Is it really true that I'll never see that person again?" Huang Lin felt dejected. Driving home slowly, she smiled and said to her confidante, "Never mind, it's fate. I'll never think about that person again."
Back downstairs, the moment the elevator doors opened, the man was standing right in front of her.
"You!" Both of them exclaimed simultaneously.
"I was watching football at a friend's house. Real Madrid..."
"Don't say anything." Huang Lin cornered the man with her lips, closed the elevator doors, and drove straight to the rooftop garden. The elevator doors opened, and Huang Lin was already disheveled, one breast gripped in the man's strong hand.
They went wild on the rooftop stairwell.
"You know what? For six months, I went to the football bar every night to wait for you, wanting to see you again." The man pinned Huang Lin against the wall, his penis inside her vagina.
"Yes. I... I came here specifically to see you today."
"You slut, you had to come when I wasn't here. You have to be punished." The man increased the force of his thrusts.
"Ah, ah, I'm a slut, please punish me severely." The man's thrusting fascinated Huang Lin.
"I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore." Huang Lin gasped as she reached her climax, and the man pulled out his penis, spraying his hot semen onto her breasts.
"What's your name?" Huang Lin asked the man.
"Last time I wanted to tell you, but you didn't want to hear it, and now you're asking again. If you want to know, I'll exchange your body for it."
"Okay." Huang Lin leaned against the wall, sticking out her bare buttocks, and said, "It's a deal, I'll exchange, no backing out, come on."
The man penetrated Huang Lin's body again. The first time was the satisfaction of long-held desires, this time it was conquest, a conquest of body by body, and Huang Lin craved this feeling of being conquered. The man made her feel like she was dying of pleasure, her waist and legs weak as she collapsed to the ground, only able to let this powerful male animal enjoy every inch of her skin. As her lust grew higher and higher, a sexual fantasy popped into Huang Lin's mind: she would become this man's prey, shackled and become his sex slave.
After the lovemaking, the two lay on the cold ground.
“My name is Man Jun.”
Huang Lin, having regained her strength, pushed the man away and asked, “Want to know my name?”
“Yes.”
“In exchange, your body.” Huang Lin said, “Do you need me tied up?”
“No. Give me ten minutes.”
“What if I want that?” Huang Lin teased Man Jun with a seductive voice.
“Slut. You’re dead.”
There were no ropes in the stairwell, so Man Jun used a belt to tie Huang Lin to the stair railing. The man’s hands slid over the woman’s sensitive skin, slowly kissing and biting her defenseless body. Huang Lin moaned dreamily, “You bastard, you’re so bad.”
This was just the beginning. Amid Huang Lin’s panting, Man Jun’s hands, tongue, and penis launched a relentless assault on her.
“How does it feel to be saturated?”
“I…I can’t take it anymore, please have mercy on me.” The unstoppable pleasure overwhelmed her; she was already lost in passion.
“Tell me, what’s your name!” The man went all out inside Huang Lin.
“Huang Lin.”

The two put on their clothes, the man lit a cigarette, and Huang Lin asked for one too.
"I really regret not bringing a rope."
"Remember to bring one next time."
"When can we see each other again?" Manjun asked Huang Lin.
"We can only be lovers. Don't ask about anything else, and don't disturb each other's lives," Huang Lin said. "If you mess around and ruin my life, my boyfriend and I have dozens of ways to make you die in the street." At this moment, Huang Lin was no longer the lamb to the slaughter in bed; she had regained her strong woman nature.

Dawei and Huang Lin sat in the restaurant at Jinmao, overlooking the Huangpu River and the beautiful Shanghai night view from the window beside them.
"Dad has already gotten my visa," Dawei said, enjoying his meal.
"Oh," Huang Lin didn't react much. The incredibly expensive steaks here weren't necessarily better than those at the football bar. Besides showing that the diners were rich, she couldn't find any reason not to eat here. Looking at the Shanghai night view? Forget it, that concrete jungle is okay to see once, but seeing it every day would give me a headache.
"Marry me. After we get married, we'll immigrate to England." Dawei took out a gorgeous jewelry box, placed it in front of Huang Lin, and slowly opened it, revealing a sparkling diamond ring. "I want you to give me lots and lots of children. We will be very happy."
Women love beauty. When Huang Lin saw the exquisitely crafted diamond ring, her hand instinctively reached for it, wanting to try it on. Suddenly, she felt the ring was like a shackle; once she wore it, she would have to say goodbye to everything she was used to.
"No, let me think about it some more."
"What are you still hesitating about? Is there something I can't satisfy you?" Dawei was a little angry at the rejection.
"No, nothing, you're very nice. I just need to calm down and think it over." Huang Lin gently wiped her mouth with a napkin, picked up her bag, and hurriedly left.

Dawei's proposal brought Huang Lin endless troubles; she felt things weren't going smoothly for days. Her phone rang; it was Manjun.
"Hello, this is Manjun."
"What is it?"
"I really want to see you."
"I'm at work, I'm busy."
"I'm on the 33rd floor. Can we just meet?"
Upon meeting, Manjun hugged and kissed Huang Lin passionately. "I've missed you so much." The man slipped his hand under Huang Lin's short skirt.
Huang Lin pushed him away, saying, "Not now!"
"I'm sorry." Huang Lin knelt before the man, unzipped her pants, releasing his swollen, almost bursting penis, and said, "I'll give you oral sex. After you're done, leave, and don't come to the company to see me again."
Huang Lin held his penis in her mouth, smelling the familiar male stench, her lower body gradually itching, her vagina seemingly protesting her favoritism, her heart filled with desire.
"No, I want you too."
They frantically unbuttoned each other's clothes, Huang Lin pressed her naked breasts against the man's broad chest, Man Jun lifted her skirt, tore off her panties, and thrust his penis against her.
Just as they were making love, her phone rang, "Sister Lin, President Li is looking for you, where are you?"
"I'm in the bathroom, I'll be right there." Huang Lin answered calmly, then hurriedly hung up. Man Jun immediately filled her mouth with his hot semen.
"Are you happy?" Huang Lin asked.
“I’m so happy, I’ve been missing you so much I’m going crazy. I even brought a rope to tie you up.”
“You brought a rope?” Huang Lin said, “Great. I’m not satisfied yet. Wait for me, I’ll come find you at noon.”
She gently wiped the semen from the corner of her mouth and the vaginal fluid from her genitals with a tissue, tidied her messy hair and clothes, touched up her lipstick and foundation, and didn’t care about not having underwear anymore. Huang Lin threw herself back into her work. The sky seemed to have turned bluer, the air was fresher, and life felt wonderful again.

“You’re immigrating to England? Congratulations!” Yingchun was overjoyed when she heard Huang Lin talk about her troubles. “Now I’ll have a place to stay when I travel to England.”
“But I don’t want to go. I think things are fine as they are now, I don’t want to leave.”
“But your future father-in-law is very rich. You won’t have to work in England, and you can meet handsome foreign men. You’ll have a great time.”
“It’s not like I can’t earn money and need someone to support me. What do I need so much money for?” Huang Lin asked.
“Don’t be silly, immigrating to England, living in a villa, and driving a Ferrari is like a windfall. If it were me, I’d go right away. And if I could even meet Beckham, wow…” Yingchun clasped her hands, tilting her head, lost in her erotic fantasies.
“I can earn my own money, live in an apartment, and drive a Citro?n Fukang. Is it worth giving up so much for a villa and a Ferrari?”

Manjun and Huang Lin lay lazily on the bed, the bed bearing the marks of their encounter. The man greedily continued to caress the woman’s breasts, while the woman wantonly played with the man’s penis.
“Can you give me a day or two? I’ll take you somewhere.”
“This weekend is a two-day weekend. I’m yours, you can do whatever you want with me.” After saying this, Manjun’s penis instantly became erect again, saluting his mistress.
The man pressed Huang Lin down beneath him. She secretly smiled, smugly pleased with his flirtatious words.

Manjun took Huang Lin to a place not far away, a mountain village only 500 kilometers from Shanghai. It was Manjun’s hometown. Huang Lin felt that this place was beautiful but very poor. Almost all the young people were working in the city, leaving only the elderly and children here.
Manjun's father was the only teacher in the village. He came here during the Down to the Countryside Movement, married a local woman, and didn't return to the city with the other educated youth. He worked there his entire life. Manjun's father passed away from illness two years ago, and his mother died of a sudden heart attack at his funeral.
"My mother left with a smile. She never had many good days in her life, yet she said she was very happy."
"This holds a secret of my parents' lives." Manjun took Huang Lin to a wooden watermill on a hillside outside the village and showed her several yellowed diaries.
Huang Lin saw the passionate heart of a young girl in her prime. The handwriting was initially messy and full of mistakes. The educated youth from outside opened a window of knowledge for the village girl and ignited her fantasies. The girl admired and loved the young men. The watermill was where they met and pledged their love.
Turning to a midsummer night in 1977, the handwriting had become neat and flowing. The educated youth were gradually returning to the city, and the girl's lover was torn between returning to his parents in the city or staying with his lover in the countryside. The girl knew that her only bargaining chip to keep her lover was herself. In this watermill, she gave the boy a leather whip she had woven herself, a symbol of patriarchal power, vowing that as long as he stayed, she would do anything for him. If the man used this whip to beat her, she would never resist or run away.
"That night, Mother got Father forever."
"Did your father beat your mother after that?" Huang Lin asked curiously.
"Yes, once I saw Father come here and tie Mother up, gently whipping her. I thought Father was bullying Mother. Mother lay on the ground and chuckled. She was very happy when she got home. It wasn't until Mother passed away and I saw her diary among her belongings that I understood everything."

"You said you could do whatever you wanted to me these past two days, does that still count?"
"Yes." Huang Lin knew what he wanted to do.
"Be my sex slave. If you're willing, take off your clothes and put on this collar." Man Jun took out a red wolfhound collar
. "Okay." Huang Lin didn't hesitate. Her clothes slipped off one by one until she was naked, and she put on the collar in front of the man.
Man Jun hugged Huang Lin, biting her earlobe, and gently put her hands behind her back.
“You can tie it tighter. It’s okay,” Huang Lin said. “I like it that way.”
“You’re so good,” Man Jun said. “I really hope to marry a wife like you.”
“I have a terrible temper except during sex. You wouldn’t be able to handle marrying me.” Huang Lin herself couldn’t explain why she, who was usually very opinionated, would crave to be a slave, a doll, at the mercy of others during sex, always longing for a powerful male to completely conquer her.
With her hands behind her back, she offered her breasts to the man to taste, to lick, suck, and bite, to cherish them. Her vagina longed for the man’s fingers and penis, and even her anus twitched slightly, urging penetration. Huang Lin didn’t know whether she should tell the man about her wicked desires. The bondage aroused Huang Lin’s libido; it was the best foreplay. What she needed most was for this man to satisfy her.
The man's penis rubbed against the vaginal walls, bringing waves of pleasure that made her feel incredibly good. She believed he felt the same way; it was a wonderful feeling.

Huang Lin, naked and bound, leaned against the wall—this was their agreement; she was a slave. Man Jun rested his head on her lap, slowly playing with her breasts and pubic hair.
Huang Lin looked out at the sunset over the small village and slowly said, "You know what? I've always wanted to go somewhere where no one is around. No worldly troubles, just a man and a woman, just sex." These past two days of imprisonment were something she had longed for. Huang Lin hadn't experienced this tranquility in years.
"Eden? Everyone longs for an Eden in their heart," Man Jun said. "Two people can't do anything but make love. They can only try different ways, constantly making love."
"Tell me, when can I live like this for three months? Just three months, and my life will be complete." Huang Lin's eyes welled up with tears, which dripped onto the man's cheek.
The man tasted the woman's bitter tears and gently wiped them away. “Marry me. I will definitely make you happy.”
“Okay.” Huang Lin shook her head and said, “I can only marry you for two days.” She bent down and placed her breasts on Man Jun’s lips.
Man Jun wantonly played with Huang Lin’s unguarded body and penetrated her.
“Shoot inside, it’s okay.” When the man was about to pull out, Huang Lin gently clamped her open thighs, enjoying the pleasure of the hot semen shooting into her cervix. “If I have to marry Dawei, I want to have Man Jun’s child.” Huang Lin had this thought at this moment.

The two fell into a deep sleep. When Huang Lin woke up at night, she found that she had been untied and was comfortably hugging the man’s arms. Only the collar told her that she was a slave. Man Jun’s penis was erect in her sleep, which made her desire again.
“Hungry?” Huang Lin licked Man Jun’s penis and woke him up.
“Mmm.” The man was awake, and Huang Lin could be more unrestrained and increase her movements.
“I’m hungry too. Do you have anything to eat for me?” Man Jun stroked Huang Lin’s hair and looked at this bitch with appreciation.
"Eat me."
Huang Lin had barely finished speaking when Man Jun pinned her down, biting her body wildly. "Mmm," Huang Lin moaned softly, feeling the waves of pleasure mixed with the pain. The man was satisfied with her breasts and ejaculated on her face.
"Don't wipe it off. You look beautiful like this."
"You're so naughty." Huang Lin obeyed the man's command, letting the taste of his semen slowly flow from her face to her body and thighs.
"Mom," Man Jun suddenly shouted, "You see? This is the good daughter-in-law I found for you. Are you happy?"
"No, don't joke about our ancestors. I'm just your mistress; there will be retribution for talking nonsense."
"It's true. I've always dreamed of marrying a woman like you, even just for a day would be enough."
Man Jun suddenly knelt at Huang Lin's feet.
"You, what are you doing?" Huang Lin asked.
"I, I have an excessive request."
"Hmm?" Huang Lin guessed what he was about to do.
"Can I whip you a few times with my mother's whip? I promise I won't hurt you."
Huang Lin glanced at Man Jun's whip. It was an ordinary horsewhip woven by a farmer, not the special whip used in modern SM games. A hard whip could leave someone with torn skin. Man Jun's mother must have had real courage to give him that whip.
Huang Lin slowly lay down on the ground, tidied her slightly disheveled hair, rested her head on her crossed arms, and said, "Okay."
Man Jun didn't tie her up, and gently swung the whip, leaving faint red marks on Huang Lin's buttocks.
"Mmm," Huang Lin groaned softly, finding the whipping by this man quite pleasurable.
"Does it hurt?"
"It's alright, you can whip harder."
"You like that? Is it really okay?"
"Yes, I like it, whip harder."
The whip made crisp slapping sounds on her buttocks, a little burning, a little painful, but very comfortable and pleasurable. Huang Lin clenched her fists and groaned, already drenched in sweat, but unwilling to dodge. Manjun whipped her thighs, back, and lower back. These areas hurt far more than her buttocks, and Huang Lin couldn't help but shed tears. Manjun lessened the intensity of the whipping.
"No, no. I like it like that, it's okay... I'm not made of tofu."
Her back was red and burning from the countless lashes, like a scorching steel plate. Manjun hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead.
"Why didn't you dodge? Did you not dodge to satisfy me? You know, I couldn't bear to hit you anymore. I'd be satisfied with just a few symbolic lashes."
"Women don't live for men, they live for themselves. I didn't dodge because I wanted this level of torture. I would never ruin my body to satisfy anyone."
"You've shown me what a woman truly is for the first time." Manjun kissed Huang Lin deeply and said, "Do you know? You are the master."
"Then do your best to please your master." Huang Lin took Manjun's hand and placed it on her wet vulva, telling him what she wanted.
"Mmm. So naughty." Man Jun tied Huang Lin upside down by one leg, licking her completely exposed genitals and teasing her with his fingers, bringing her to orgasm again and again.
"Do you like it?"
"Like it? I like your naughtiness." After several orgasms, Huang Lin was almost exhausted, but she wanted one more. "Why refuse a few more orgasms in life?" Huang Lin had always doubted this question. She gasped for breath and shouted to Man Jun, "I want more, give me one more time."
"Beg me, you slut, or I won't satisfy you."
"Please, please. Do me one more time."
These two days, Huang Lin belonged to Man Jun, and Man Jun belonged to her; they belonged to sex.

"Where have you been these past two days? Your phone wasn't on." Back in Shanghai, Dawei was waiting for her in her apartment, which surprised her greatly. At this time, he should have been in London attending a signing ceremony for his father's project.
"I found a place to go out alone and be quiet."
She drank the red wine that Dawei brought her.
"I want you." Dawei hugged her and kissed her.
"No, no." The frenzied sex of the past two days had completely drained Huang Lin's strength. The stinging pain in her lower body made her not want to do it at all, especially since the whip marks on her back wouldn't completely heal for several more days.
She absolutely couldn't let anyone see them now. "What do you want to do?" Huang Lin had a bad feeling when she saw Dawei take out the rope.
"I'll tie you up and do it," Dawei said.
"No, no, don't!" Huang Lin struggled desperately, kicking Dawei to the ground. Suddenly, her legs went weak, and she couldn't lift her arms.
"What did you put in the drink?" Huang Lin demanded of Dawei.
"Nothing much, just a little flirting seasoning I brought back from England." That damned man used a secret drug on her.
Dawei tied her up; she was too weak to struggle, not even have the strength to scream. Dawei ripped open Huang Lin's shirt and tore off her bra.
"Please, let me go," Huang Lin pleaded desperately. She was terrified of him seeing her back; if it weren't for the bruises, she could have forced a smile and appeased Dawei.
"Tonight, I want you as my sex slave." Dawei took out candles and a nine-tailed whip from a drawer.
The candle wax dripped onto Huang Lin's breasts; she gritted her teeth and endured it. Dawei dripped more wax and whipped her breasts, knocking the wax off with each stroke. It hurt, it hurt terribly. Huang Lin could bear the pain, but she felt no pleasure.
"Satisfied now? Can you let me go now?"
"Beg me to fuck you, and I'll let you go."
"I really can't today, can I do it with you in a few days?"
Dawei swung the whip, lashing her breasts hard, cursing, "Slut. I'll beat you until you beg me to fuck you."
The whip lashed Huang Lin's body like a storm. Huang Lin cried and groaned, unable to bear it any longer, and finally said, "Okay, if you want to do it, do it now, just like this, and let me go when you're done."
Dawei inserted his penis into her dry vagina. "Today, his is especially thick." There was no pleasure, only pain, feeling like her vagina was about to tear, a disgusting feeling of being raped. And Dawei lasted a long time today, unlike his usual self.
"I can't take it anymore. Please, just touch me now." It wasn't that she had reached orgasm, but her vagina simply couldn't withstand such torment.
"How about that? I'm good, right?" Dawei fucked her hard: "I'm going to fuck you to death, you slut."
Finally, the man ejaculated and untied her ropes.
Huang Lin gently wiped away her tears with her sleeve. Her strength gradually returned; it seemed the effects of the drug Dawei had given her were wearing off.
Dawei handed her a towel, saying, "I just wanted to tell you, I can satisfy you."
Huang Lin took a bottle from Dawei's bag and threw it at him, saying, "What's this? Brother Wei! You're just using drugs to bully me!" She couldn't hold back her anger.
"You're a masochist. You only feel happy when I bully you."
"You, you're talking nonsense!" Huang Lin was both angry and scared.
"You think no one knows the shameful things you've done." Dawei threw a stack of photos hard at Huang Lin's face.
These were photos of her rendezvous with Man Jun, of them being tied up and having sex on the company building stairs, and of her being whipped on the ground at the water mill yesterday.
"You, you had someone take these photos of me."
"Ever since you rejected my proposal, I've suspected your infidelity," Dawei ruffled his hair, his anger reaching a boiling point. "I hired a private investigator. You shocked me! I never imagined you were this kind of person."
Huang Lin cried on the ground. "Stop talking. I'm sorry. Let's break up."
Dawei said, "When I first got these photos, I was furious. But then I thought it through. Since you like that kind of thing, I'll treat you the same way from now on. What's so great about that guy? He just knows some tricks in bed. I can do everything he knows."
"What do you want?" Huang Lin was in turmoil.
"Go to England with that guy and marry me. I'll forgive and forget."

Dawei led Huang Lin to the underground parking garage, where she saw Man Jun, a man covered in blood after being beaten up by Dawei's four bodyguards.
"I'm sorry. I was just trying to have some fun and dragged you into this." Huang Lin wanted to take all the blame upon herself. If Dawei killed Man Jun, probably no one in Shanghai would bother to investigate.
"You brat. You know now, right? You're just a free gigolo for my wife."
"Really?" Man Jun grabbed Huang Lin's hand and pressed her for an answer.
"Really. Go away." Huang Lin cried, hoping he would leave quickly.
"Want to leave? Not so easy." Dawei said.
"What do you want?"
"Playing with my woman comes at a price. Leave him with one leg."
A bodyguard approached Manjun with a wrench. Huang Lin spread her arms in front of Manjun and shouted, "Enough! Stop! Dawei, you've gone too far!"
"You slut, you're still protecting him!" Dawei slapped Huang Lin hard across the face.
Huang Lin swayed, stubbornly raising her head to stare into Dawei's eyes. Dawei slapped her again, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. She still looked at Dawei with her arms outstretched. Dawei raised his hand to hit her again, but she looked at him with contempt, not flinching at all.
Dawei couldn't bring himself to hit her, roaring, "What's so good about this man? Why are you protecting him like this!"
"Nothing. Because he's more of a man than you." Huang Lin was no longer afraid.
"What did you say?" Dawei was furious.
“你除了有一个有钱的爸爸，你还有什么？叫一群保镖打一个算什么男人？在床上叫镖来帮忙啊！如果你是男人，你就他一对一较量，谁赢了，我就任凭谁想怎么样都行。”
黄琳凑在大伟耳边轻轻的说：“我知道你已经不爱我，娶我是想把我当奴隶囚禁起来，一辈子受尽折磨来补偿你受到尊严的损失。好，我给你这个机会。”
大伟气昏了头，看看已经奄奄一息的满军，错误估计双方的差距，答应了黄琳的挑衅。
“为了我，打败他。”黄琳在满军耳边说。“我们一起去香格里拉度假，三个月，只有我和你。”
决斗没有任何悬念，虽然满军受了重伤，仍然两下就把这个要用伟哥和迷药对付女人的痿货揍翻在地。黄琳把满军搀扶着上了自己的车，抛下一切，迅速离开了上海。

Huang Lin, dressed in a sexy rope dress she had woven herself, lay on Man Jun's lap, greedily licking his penis.
"You're so bad. How can there be such a slutty woman like you?"
"I am bad. Do you think we need to talk about morality in this place?"
"It seems not."
"Then I want to be even worse, okay?"
Huang Lin plopped down on Man Jun's penis. Man Jun was surprised; this time, it was—his anus. Huang Lin made a face at him and giggled.

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