City Folding 3 - Fierce Woman

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1. Qixi Festival
"Sir, room 1408, here's your room card!"
Pan Yu took the room card, casually folded a flower from the front desk, and quickly walked towards his girlfriend Cui Cui, who was sitting on the sofa. "Baby, this is for you. Let's go upstairs~" He pulled Cui Cui towards the elevator. "Slow down, slow down. Can't you see I'm wearing high heels? How can you walk so fast?" Cui Cui was a glamorous and beautiful girl, wearing super short shorts, revealing a pair of long, slender, and shapely legs. She was wearing 10cm high heels and was being pulled towards the elevator by Pan Yu. In the elevator, Pan Yu deliberately stood behind Cui Cui. His hand slowly moved from Cui Cui's thigh to inside her shorts. Cui Cui hummed in agreement. "Just wait and see how I deal with you later." "We don't know who will deal with whom yet."
"Ding!" The 14th floor arrived. After entering the room, Pan Yu pushed Cui Cui onto the bed and skillfully unhooked her bra, revealing a pair of round breasts, like two mountain peaks. "I'm going to climb the mountain," Pan Yu said, rushing towards the two peaks and beginning to suckle Cui Cui's nipples. Cui Cui reached out to unzip Pan Yu's pants. Her shorts had been pulled down by Pan Yu at some point, revealing a pair of beautiful labia, like peaches. Pan Yu's tongue slowly slid down to Cui Cui's lower abdomen, then slowly down to her genitals, and began to kiss her. Cui Cui spread her legs in an M shape, enjoying the moment. "Faster...faster...I can't take it anymore." "Happy
birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!"
Just then, the birthday song started playing. Pan Yu stopped abruptly upon hearing it.
"Who the hell is that?"
"Pan Yu, what's wrong? I haven't even started yet."
"Start my ass! There's someone else in the room."
At that moment, a gentle breeze blew up the gauze curtains, and a figure appeared outside. Outside the window was a woman, a woman squatting on the balcony railing, humming "Happy Birthday" again.
Pan Yu immediately grabbed a stool and threw it at the woman. The woman stopped humming, her right hand swiftly drawing a long knife from her left waist, cleaving the stool in two with a single stroke, tearing the curtains in half as well. She leaped in front of Pan Yu, giving him no chance to catch his breath, the knife already at his neck.
"Young man, not bad, you threw the stool with such force."
"You...you...who are you? Why are you in front of me?" Pan Yu was trembling with fear. Cui Cui on the bed stared wide-eyed, filled with resentment. She had come out on a date with Pan Yu, they were about to get intimate, and suddenly someone had come to ruin it.
"You don't know me?"
"Then why are you disturbing us?"
"No, no, no, it's a misunderstanding. It's Qixi Festival, I just wanted to witness everyone's love. Besides, you didn't throw the stool first," the woman said righteously.
Pan Yu thought to himself, "It was indeed wrong of me to throw the stool first." "No, it was you who peeked at us first, that's why I threw the stool."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I apologize now," the woman bowed deeply in apology.
"If you don't leave, I'll call...call the police."
"Little sister, do you love him?" The woman ignored Pan Yu and turned to Cuicui.
"I love him, I'll only ever love him," Cuicui said, terrified, crying.
"Then you'd do anything for him?"
"Yes, anything." "Anything
?"
"Yes, yes," Cuicui could only unconditionally reply to the woman.
"Then put this on." The woman tossed something to Cuicui.
It was a chastity belt, a curved waistband with patterns, and exquisitely designed urination and defecation openings below the waist.
"No, I don't want to wear it!" Cuicui looked at the chastity belt in fear.
“Then I’ll kill him now,” the woman said, pressing down on the knife, leaving a shallow gash on Pan Yu’s neck.
“Don’t kill him, I’ll wear it, I’ll wear it,” Cui Cui cried even harder.
“Wear it! I’ll watch.”
Reluctantly, Cui Cui picked up the belt and slowly slipped one leg inside.
“Why me? What did I do wrong?” Cui Cui hesitated. The woman pressed down again, deepening the gash on Pan Yu’s neck.
“No, I’ll wear it, I’ll wear it now.” Cui Cui put her other leg in as well.
“Hurry up and pull it up, I’ve been waiting forever.” The gash on Pan Yu’s neck deepened again; another cut would likely cause him to bleed profusely.
Cui Cui pulled the belt up to her crotch, tears blurring her makeup.
“There’s a button on the front of the belt, press it.”
Cui Cui slowly reached for the button, then closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and pressed it.
The button disappeared a second after being pressed, and the belt began to slowly tighten, adjusting its waistline and curvature to fit Cui Cui's waist. The front shield gradually extended to both sides, covering the pubic bone at the bottom. The urinary opening automatically adjusted its angle according to the position of the labia, slightly embedding itself into the vagina in an arc. The rear urinary opening also made subtle adjustments, finally transforming into a metal triangular panty. It looked no different from regular underwear on the outside, but it was very flexible and could be bent, yet it could not be cut. This was a toy from the Upper City District, which had created many inhumane toys for entertainment.
After the chastity belt was activated, Cui Cui reached out to touch it, but only felt the cold outer shell. She could no longer touch her labia. Normal sex and masturbation were out of the question. Cui Cui stood up and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, but she couldn't find the mechanism to open it.
"Where's the keyhole? It's switched on, how do I open this later?" Cui Cui looked at the woman helplessly.
"No keyhole, no switch, this is disposable, even a god couldn't open it. And it's very sturdy." The woman fired a shot at Cui Cui's chastity belt. Cui Cui was jolted back a bit, and she touched the spot where she was shot; there was no damage.
"And don't worry about cleaning it, it's easy, just rinse it off. And because of the belt, your menstruation will stop. Now that you're wearing it, I won't hurt him."
"Pan Yu, what will I do in the future? Don't leave me. I wore this chastity belt for you, you mustn't let me down." Cui Cui hugged Pan Yu tightly and cried.
"I will always be with you, I will never be biased." The woman smiled contemptuously.
"Then it's your turn, young man, do you love her? Are you willing to do anything for her?" The woman reached behind her back with her left hand, as if to grab something.
Pan Yu glanced at Cui Cui's chastity belt, thought of something, and then the woman threw him a knife.
"You said you wouldn't betray me, so there's no use keeping it. We've just run out of chastity belts, so this is the only option!" The woman said helplessly, spreading her hands.
"No...no...I don't love her! What love? I only love her body! Let me go, let me go, please let me go!" Pan Yu shouted frantically.
"You, you actually..." Cui Cui touched the chastity belt between her legs, her heart breaking.
The woman turned and drew her knife again, then slowly sheathed it. "Girl, have you seen men for who they really are? This belt is your punishment for being blind. From now on, my affairs are my affairs. My name is
Huang Qian." With that, the woman leaped out of the window and disappeared into the night.
Only a headless Pan Yu and a distraught Cui Cui remained in the room.

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2. Chen's Spicy
Hot Pot At 2 a.m., not a second more, not a second less, Old Chen would push the spicy hot pot cart to the designated location. He would first pour the century-old family bone broth into the pot, and then he would throw the skewers into the pot one by one, and then wait for customers to buy.
"Old Chen, give me some sesame sauce, add garlic juice, add some sugar, add some vinegar, and add some mustard."
"Okay, Officer Huang."
Every day after work, Huang Qian would come here for skewers, as if eating skewers here every day was her job. Day after day, year after year, over time, they became friends, always chatting about gossip—who cheated, who came out, and so on. It was practically a gossip club. Although it was a gossip club, Huang Qian never said what she did for a living, and Lao Chen never asked. Maybe Lao Chen already knew; whenever someone was mentioned cheating, it usually meant that someone else would get into trouble a few days later.
"Boss, two skewers of enoki mushrooms!" a girl's voice called out.
"Oh! Isn't this Xiaoxue?" Huang Qian saw the girl, moved her chair to the left, and gestured for Xiaoxue to sit next to her.
"Hello, Sister Huang!" Xiaoxue was also a member of the gossip club; she brought the most news, and the most shocking news of all.
"Xiaoxue's gotten even prettier lately! Are you in love? Let me tell you, don't trust men easily, they're all the same. If anyone bullies you, come to me, I'll stand up for you!" Huang Qian casually touched her waist.
"No, we just met recently, and I find him interesting."
"How did you meet? Is he reliable? Let me analyze it for you, I have experience."
"A friend introduced us," Xiaoxue, having learned some of Huang Qian's experiences privately, kept quiet about certain things. "That guy is actually pretty useless, but there's just a special feeling about him. Actually, someone in my line of work shouldn't have these kinds of thoughts,"
"Okay, good luck! Let's get some skewers, it's on me today."
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The three of them started gossiping.
At this stall, a ruthless older woman, a sexually frustrated young girl, and an old man who seemed to see through everything—who doesn't have secrets they can't tell, who doesn't have their own troubles? Life is so unpredictable.

3. 66 Asia Street.
"Do you love her?"
"Yes.
" "Take her with you."
"I don't love her anymore."
The woman dies.
"Life or death?"
"Take her with me."
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Huang Qian has acted as a notary countless times. Actually, she's the most abnormal one. Why does she have to force perfectly good couples to turn against each other?
Huang Qian went to the hot pot restaurant again. "Old Chen, give me some sesame sauce, garlic sauce, a little sugar, a little vinegar, and a little mustard." She doesn't know how many times she's said this. Old Chen has many flavors and many ingredients, but she always gives the same few things. Xiao Xue hasn't come for a while. She wonders how she's been lately. Maybe she's too busy with work.
Suddenly, a text message came in.
"Sister Qian, come save me! I'm at 66 Asia Street."
"Boss, put this on my tab first. I have something urgent to attend to," Huang Qian said and left.
A dozen minutes later, Huang Qian arrived at Asia Street. How did Cui Cui end up here? Asia Street is a chaotic and lawless place, where even the police are reluctant to get involved, turning a blind eye. Huang Qian walked through the narrow streets, where many people were begging. She casually tossed in a few coins, then turned several corners before finally finding number 66.
Number 66 was a Sichuan restaurant, filthy inside, with yellowed walls and dusty ceilings. If it weren't for rescuing someone, Huang Qian would never have come here.
"This is just a restaurant? Have you seen this girl?" Huang Qian showed the waiter a picture of Cui Cui on her phone.
"No, what do you want to order?"
"Order your mother!" Huang Qian said impatiently.
Just then, the phone rang. The waiter answered, nodded, and said, "Hello, this way please, the person you're looking for is here." The waiter pointed to the kitchen security area. Huang Qian thought this person changed their mind quickly. She noticed a security camera in the room that had just rotated. Huang Qian gripped her knife and followed the waiter into the kitchen.
The waiter led Huang Qian through the kitchen to the cold storage. The waiter removed a label from one of the cold storage doors, entered a few numbers, and the door opened. Huang Qian was prepared for anything that might happen. The door opened, but nothing happened. Inside was a dark passageway leading to the ground. The waiter said, "Please." Huang Qian went inside, and the heavy door of the cold storage closed.
Huang Qian descended the stairs alone, step by step. After about two or three minutes, she reached flat ground, but her legs felt weak, like stepping in feces. She shone her phone's flashlight down and saw that she was stepping on a person. The person was completely bound in a straitjacket, their hands, feet, and head tied up, face down. She crouched down and felt for the person's carotid artery. Yes, they were still alive. A tube from underground was inserted into the person's mouth and sealed shut, and another tube was connected to their genitals. Huang Qian shone her phone light at the end of the corridor. The floor was covered with these people, like floorboards, carpeting the entire corridor. Huang Qian continued walking on these floorboards, thinking this place was truly wicked. At the end, there was only a wall with a woman embedded in it. Only her face and breasts were visible outside the door. The woman's eyes were wide open, her upper and lower eyelids sewn into their sockets, preventing them from closing. Her mouth was also sewn shut, leaving only her nostrils exposed for breathing. Huang Qian was lost. Then she noticed a label next to the woman's nipple that read "Press here." Huang Qian pressed it, and the stone wall began to rotate inwards around one side. "Oh, so this is a door, and the nipple is the switch." Inside, she could see the woman's hands and feet were behind the door, not bound. The woman was half-bent over, her buttocks slightly raised, and a man was having sex with her from behind. Huang Qian frowned, swiftly drawing and sheathing her sword in one fluid motion. The man's head flew off, slumping limply against the woman's back, his penis slowly sliding out of her anus. Huang Qian continued walking towards the corner.

4. SM Club
Turning the corner, Huang Qian pushed open the door. Before her lay a vast, chaotic hall, brightly lit with dazzling lights and pulsating music, interspersed with shouts. The ceiling was filled with people completely bound, their mouths filled with various colored light bulbs, ropes connecting their waists to the ceiling, their bodies spinning in mid-air. Below, a space about 40cm high, made of many transparent glass panels, was a pale white light spaced about one square meter apart. Many people—men, women, and children—were inside, all wearing full-face hoods, crawling on their knees and elbows. Their knees to feet and hands to elbows were bound with black duct tape. Some had their forearms amputated, others their lower legs, the severed limbs wrapped in duct tape. In one corner of the space was a peculiar location—a gap leading to the underground, presumably the exit, though its design was undeniably challenging. Suddenly, someone slipped and fell to the ground in the lower space. The person began convulsing, smoke rose from their body, and finally lay motionless. The others began scrambling blindly in all directions; some bumped into the walls and were electrocuted. The person inside was dead, but those outside remained unmoved, seemingly oblivious. A queen in leather, wearing a mysterious mask and revealing long, white legs, walked through the hall leading a male dog. Another person, bound in a latex suit with a breathing apparatus on their head, was being whipped. A man, completely naked and wearing an iron hood, was tied to a rotating platform, and others threw darts at him… All the furniture was supported by people underneath; the sofas were made by stacking multiple people, each secured with steel bars to prevent them from tilting. In the center of the hall was a stage where several beautiful women danced. Each woman was graceful and alluring, their prominent breasts covered by metal bras, some of which seemed to defy the odds and try to push outwards. They all wore perfectly fitted chastity belts, so tight that they didn't hinder their movement at all. Each had a slender waist, and their legs were barely concealed. Barefoot, they displayed their most beautiful dance steps on the stage. These ten women were the sex slaves of the club owner. Every month, the owner held a competition on this stage, with members voting. The woman with the most votes would become the owner's senior slave and receive special treatment in the future. Those ranked 6th to 10th would be imprisoned. If a woman failed to reach the top 5 for six consecutive months, the owner would weld her chastity belt and metal bra to her head, and then confine her to the white space below where she would crawl. The boss has a limited number of high-class sex slaves. For every new member, someone has to leave. Those who leave return to the original 10, meaning another 10 must leave and go to the crawling space. Therefore, every stage competition is incredibly exciting and thrilling; nobody wants to be locked in that dark, sunless dungeon.
"Come this way," Huang Qian exclaimed, startled to see a young man in shackles. "Come with me, I'll take you to see someone." Huang Qian followed him to a corridor lined with cages containing people. "These people are waiting to enter the crawling space. Those who can crawl to the exit get a chance to enter the main hall. No one dies in that space. We give them simple physical modifications; they can be revived after being electrocuted, but it's extremely painful. Each failure results in the loss of organs until there are none left to lose, at which point they become slave food." Huang Qian followed him to a room where she finally met Cui Cui.
In the middle of the room, Cui Cui wore a full metal collar around her neck, connected by a 20cm long chain with corresponding clasps. Her left hand and left foot were chained together, and her right hand and right foot were chained together. A chastity belt, given to her by Huang Qian, was worn around her waist, engraved with other patterns. A stainless steel brace spread her legs apart, and she was bent over with her head on the ground. Beside her stood a muscular man whose large penis was thrusting in and out of Cui Cui's anus. Cui Cui was panting heavily. She noticed someone had entered and slightly turned her head, seeing Huang Qian. "Qian... Sister, you... finally... came! Quick... quick, save me!" Cui Cui's words were incoherent. The man, also noticing someone's arrival, turned and lunged at Huang Qian. Huang Qian skillfully drew her knife, and the man's head flew off in a flash. Huang Qian ran to Cui Cui, untying the brittle iron chains binding her. Cui Cui cried and wrapped her arms around Huang Qian, "Sister Qian, you're finally here! I can't take it anymore, waaaah...waaaah..." "I told you, your business is my business, your life..." Huang Qian hadn't finished speaking when she fainted. Cui Cui smiled slightly, her right hand holding a syringe, the needle already inserted into Huang Qian's body.

5. That year, the flowers bloomed and the moon was full
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"Boss, a serving of sesame sauce, please," Huang Qian slowly sat down in front of the stall.
"Boss, a serving of sesame sauce, with garlic juice, a little sugar, a little vinegar, and a little mustard," a man sat down next to Huang Qian and handed the boss a condiment.
Huang Qian had eaten mala tang for so long, but she had never heard of this kind of condiment before. It was really strange. "I said your taste is too heavy, with mustard, sugar, and vinegar all at once."
"Try it and you'll see!"
"Boss, give me one of those too."
"Coming right up," the boss handed Huang Qian a special seasoning. Huang Qian took a bite, and it was really awful. She ate a few more bites, and slowly began to find that the seasoning had a unique flavor, a sweet and sour taste with a hint of spiciness. Once you got used to it, it was actually quite...
"I feel like love is like that too, bitter, spicy, sour, and sweet..." Wang Ze remained silent for a while.
Huang Qian didn't reply.
"My name is Wang Ze, what's yours?"
"Huang Qian"
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"Is the water temperature okay?" Wang Ze led Huang Qian to his house in the north of the city. He said there was a hot spring there, very comfortable, and it could promote blood circulation.
"Hmm, not bad, I didn't expect you to have a place like this."
"You soak first, I'll go out for a bit." Wang Ze left the bathroom.
Wang Ze didn't return for a while, and Huang Qian became a little anxious. A lone man and woman in a forest cabin were bound to have something exciting happen, and Huang Qian couldn't wait any longer. She slowly got up and found that her body was smoother and whiter than before. This hot spring was truly magical. Huang Qian pushed open the bathroom door. The lights in the room were off. She slowly groped her way around in the dark, looking for the light switch. Just then, a song suddenly rang out: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you." This was the only song Wang Ze had ever sung for her, and Huang Qian's favorite. Her parents had died when she was young, and no one had ever celebrated her birthday. Huang Qian would never forget this day.
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"Wang Ze, what are you doing?"
A few days after her birthday, Huang Qian went to Wang Ze's house and found another woman there. Wang Ze and this woman were making love in bed.
"Nothing, I'm not interested in you anymore, you can leave!"
Huang Qian left without looking back, her eyes swollen with tears, which streamed down her face.

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5. The End of the Soul
Huang Qian suddenly woke up. It was just a dream. Huang Qian had this dream many times. She couldn't forget Wang Ze. Every time in her dream, she wanted to turn around and hug him. She still loved him, but from that day on, Huang Qian changed.
Huang Qian reached out to wipe away her tears, only to find that her hands were bound. Her entire body was fixed in place by iron rings, each with a rigid arm. These rigid arms were all connected to a machine that could control Huang Qian's posture at will.
The machine started operating, keeping Huang Qian suspended in mid-air. She saw a tall, thin man sitting opposite her, a woman kneeling at his feet, her feet fixed to the ground, her hands behind her back, licking the man's penis. Huang Qian suddenly noticed the woman's buttocks; she recognized the chastity belt on them—it was Cui Cui. The man gestured for the woman to turn around, and she turned and grinned at Huang Qian.
"Sister Qian, you've finally met your match," the man said, tapping on his phone. A metal arm extended from the machine behind Huang Qian and inserted into her vagina.
"That day you ruined me. I didn't know what to do. Later, through a friend's introduction, I came to this club. I started working my way up from the crawling area to the dance floor, working my way up to a high-ranking sex slave. All for today. I'm going to make you pay." With that, the man pressed the phone again, and the mechanical arm began to move, churning inside Huang Qian's body like a raging storm, until it seemed to shatter her uterus.
“Heh, it’s useless. My body was modified many years ago after soaking in a hot spring. I have no sensitive parts, and sexual desire has been removed from my brain.”
Hearing this, Cui Cui looked helplessly at the man. She had intended to subject Huang Qian to endless sexual torment, but she hadn’t expected Huang Qian to be a cyborg.
The man didn’t speak. He pressed a few more buttons, and an oxygen mask appeared, tightly covering Huang Qian’s mouth and nose. Then a mechanical arm appeared, and a thick steel needle, like a needle tip, was inserted into Huang Qian’s brain. The mechanical arm moved again, moving Huang Qian into a 2-meter-high glass tank filled with a transparent liquid. Less than 30 seconds after being immersed in the liquid, Huang Qian fainted.
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When Huang Qian woke up again, she found herself no longer in the room she had been in. She seemed to be in a palace. There were no men in the palace, only maids. The maids were all dressed in Lolita-style clothing, and strangely, everyone was wearing a mask, creating a rather odd feeling. Huang Qian found a mirror and saw that she was also wearing a Lolita dress and a mask. Just as she was about to remove the mask, someone said, "You cannot remove it without the master's permission." Actually, she couldn't remove it even if she wanted to, because the mask required unlocking.
"Who is the master?" Huang Qian asked, then suddenly realized something was wrong. Her voice was far from her ears; the sound wasn't coming from her head. She whispered again, slowly reaching towards her crotch. She touched a pair of lips. She looked in the mirror, lifted her skirt, and saw a mouth appear there. As she tried to speak, the mouth began to move, making a sound—a loud thud, like a stick hitting her head. She couldn't accept what was happening.
"Come with me, the master wants to see you," another maid said to Huang Qian.
Huang Qian went to the master's room. The master was sitting on the sofa, with three maids serving him. Two maids were licking his feet with their mouths, and one maid, not wearing a mask, was giving him oral sex. When the master saw Huang Qian enter, he ordered the three maids to stop and stand to one side. The maid who had just been performing oral sex had no mouth; instead, she had a vagina. Huang Qian thought of her own mask…
From then on, Huang Qian lived there. All her previous strength had vanished, and now she could only clean, silently accepting her fate. A few years later, she accidentally hurt a customer again and was eventually executed by the master.
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Huang Qian woke up again, finding herself still in the club's basement. The man controlled a machine to pull Huang Qian out of the liquid.
“Sister Qian, was it fun? That script just now?” Cui Cui said with a sinister smile.
Huang Qian recalled what had just happened; it was a nightmare.
"This system is called Virtual Reality. It can create various stories according to scripts, and the experience is exactly the same as reality. You can even experience things you can't experience in reality! The script we just saw came from a comic. And the time inside can be set. You've been inside for decades, while we've only been outside for a few minutes—the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."
"Sister, you've been through countless battles. So what if you've endured decades of torment? You want to see me suffer? You're still young," Huang Qian forced herself to say. She missed the feeling of speaking through the mouth on her head.
"Then let's change the movie, 'Amber,' how about it?"
Before Huang Qian could speak, she was pulled back into the water tank.
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Huang Qian remained motionless in a sealed glass container, her hands and feet completely immobile. A thin tube passed through her nose to allow her to breathe, and another thin tube was inserted into her body, providing life-sustaining medication. To prevent this, the tubes were concealed. Transparent eye masks covered her eyelids, allowing her to move and see outside. Amplifier was added to her ears, allowing her to hear outside sounds. She watched everything outside every day, sometimes carried to parties, sometimes placed in warehouses, sometimes taken to museums. She was the center of attention everywhere, her perfect figure always the talk of the town. She could only see and hear; she felt like she was dead. One day, "Quick, someone come quick! Her vital signs seem to be failing! Come check on her!" Huang Qian was overjoyed to hear this; it was finally coming to an end. "Code name 001, the encapsulation mechanism still has a flaw, lifespan 5 years." Everything went black. It was over.
Huang Qian woke up to find herself still in a container, exactly the same as before, everything had happened exactly the same. Huang Qian even knew what was about to happen.
Huang Qian woke up again, and it was the same.
Again.
Again.
Again. She had lost count of how many times.
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"Sister Qian, how did it feel? How was the 10,000th iteration of 'Amber'? In reality, it only takes a few minutes."
"!@#@#@#@#%#！@#！#12" Huang Qian had endured tens of thousands of years of confinement; her body was immobile, and her mind was on the verge of collapse.
"Then let's try the 'Memory Modification' mode. I haven't played this before, it should be good."
Before Huang Qian could react, she was pulled into the water tank again. Memory modification, what is this?
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"What are you going to do with that woman?" the woman said.
"I took her to the hot springs, but she didn't show up. I'm going to give up," the man said.
Huang Qian suddenly felt that this scene was a bit familiar. Wasn't this the scene where she discovered Wang Ze's infidelity? Even this place is going to be destroyed?
Why can I hear their voices? Where am I? Huang Qian had a series of questions, and it was so dark here.
Huang Qian suddenly felt a swaying sensation. She felt like she was being tossed around in a warm, damp place, and she felt a little dizzy.
After a few minutes, Huang Qian felt the light.
What? The man she was with now was Wang Ze, and Huang Qian had become Wang Ze's penis.
"However, I left something inside that woman's body. If she has the chance to discover it and make good use of it, perhaps there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future."
Utterly humiliated, cheated on, and now used as a tool in her infidelity—this was the most unbearable thing for Huang Qian. Huang Qian was enraged and ashamed. Suddenly, she felt a warm current flowing through her body.
She had evolved.
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Inside the laboratory, the water in the tank began to boil. The man noticed something was wrong with Huang Qian in the tank, so he used the robotic arm to pull her out and put her down. "I've had my fun. Deal with the rest yourself."
The man dialed a number on another phone. "Aze, the time has come." He then hung up and left the room.
Cui Cui didn't know what was happening; it seemed she had been used. Her feet were still firmly bound to the ground, and she couldn't escape.
Huang Qian slowly woke up. Her body had recovered; the fatigue of fifty thousand years was still a little strenuous, but her strength had returned. She slowly walked towards Cui Cui.
"Sister Huang, you're awake! I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me!" Cui Cui cried and wailed, completely forgetting what she had just done.
Huang Qian found the key next to the sofa and unlocked Cui Cui's shackles. Cui Cui was about to hug Huang Qian when Huang Qian forcefully pressed her down, startling Cui Cui. Then Huang Qian placed Cui Cui on the robotic arm and operated the phone the man had left behind.
The robotic arm gently placed Cui Cui into the water tank. Cui Cui begged for mercy and twisted her body, but to no avail.
Huang Qian clicked on the software, selected "Five-Star Level," "Sequential Loop," and "Infinite Times," setting the time to 1 second: 1000 years.
Finally, she left the room. Outside was the street of Asia Street; the club was gone, as if it had never existed.

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