Fengyinlou

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Blindfolded and accompanied by the faint mechanical hum, I descended into what seemed like a bottomless abyss. Before me stood a simple, heavily
decorated door with subtle lace trim. The purple and rose gold doorknob, however, was merely decorative—a laughable, reckless design.

Six faceless women knelt on either side, all with identical hairstyles and similar builds. Wooden boards around their necks were linked together by chains of some unknown material.
They wore anal plugs with fluffy tails and were dressed in what felt like gauze—though not entirely naked… A ribbon extended from their vaginas, leading upwards to intricately designed inverted V-shaped latches on the door. With synchronized movements, they opened the door.

Inside was a large stone counter, behind which two women swung and performed in mid-air.
[What a shady shop! Don't you think the owner here is pretty unromantic?]

Sitting at the counter was a woman dressed in black with green lace. She was thinner and flatter than the women at the door. Her face could only be described as that of a middle-aged woman, but her skin was well-maintained.
"Haha, this is basic business etiquette, isn't it? Let's calculate the amount first to avoid having to spend extra money chasing after people later!
Sir, I haven't seen you before, excuse my intrusion, could you please put your hand in the hole in the right pillar and place it on the screen?"

"This is a screen?" "Yes, after all, this is this side. Don't be too serious, it's a courtesy to the customer.
" "Is that woman holding this thing? Your boss must be out of his mind..."
"Excuse me, Mr. Lan, I didn't realize you were so young. Give me your card and I can go in, thank you."
"Oh dear, you've made me sound old, how can you not recognize me? It's really heartbreaking, but if you kissed me, it would be more comforting."
"You'll recognize me if you come often. Welcome, please have a good time." She bowed mechanically, her

smile forced and insincere, utterly unfriendly.

A scantily clad child, who had somehow appeared, led me around the back of the counter.
Speaking clearly,
"Please choose one from the crowd. Just tell me what kind of service you want, and I'll take you to where you want to go."
"Can't you do it?"
she knelt down. "You're a distinguished guest. How can I, who's not yet skilled enough, let you serve me poorly and spoil your enjoyment? I can't afford that."

Her voice was monotone; the discipline here was truly despairing.
Various skin colors, men, women, even teenagers, all wearing collars. Unfortunately, the children wore chastity belts.
The only thing they had in common was the building's emblem branded on their left shoulders.

"Excuse me, if you're too lazy to look, there's a lottery box here. Please draw one.
" "Those two women above you..." "
That's the owner's entertainment, not ours."
"What if they fall down?"
[They...can't fall down, they can only...stay up there until they faint or satisfy him.] Tears welled up in his eyes.
[What do you mean...?] [Ah!!] The child fell to the ground, his body curled up and convulsing.

[I'm sorry, he's tired. I'll take over for him.]
Watching the child quickly get up, bow to me and the man, and leave,
[I'm so sorry, the child neglected you.]
[How could I? He's still very cute. I'll just whip him.]

After I picked it up, it emitted a light, and then a woman crawled over. The red light on his collar didn't disappear until it was almost close to me.
The man bowed his head and gestured "please," while the leash in my hand carried him upstairs to the elevator.
How annoyingly meticulous!

[Kneels] The woman knelt before me slowly.
[Turns around and lies prone] She removed the rope from the collar and looped it around the hook of the toy connected to her vagina.
[I didn't finish what I was saying. I really have something on my mind. Let's find a place to have a drink.]
[Yes.] Then she lay down and pressed the elevator button.
[Can't you at least make me a little more entertained
?] [Yes, Master. Would you like a light drink or some snacks? After your journey, would you like to take a shower and change your clothes to wash away your fatigue?]
[That's fine too. But I want to hurry. I'm hungry.] A sweet voice, an obedient woman—it just makes me feel better.
Before opening the door, she casually hung a bell on her vaginal ring.

[Greetings.] Her limbs were tied to the elevator wall. She wore tattered, alluring red clothes. The golden nipple rings and vaginal rings on her body were quite exquisite. She was separated from me by a glass wall.
[Mother, thank you.] [Part 3]
As the elevator doors closed, the red limbs gradually gained more freedom of movement, their flamboyant dance accompanied by the clear, layered ringing of bells.

The doors reopened, and the dancing ceased, revealing a room.

The bed was a bluish waterbed, and the walls were adorned with various aromatherapy devices. Further inside was a shower area resembling a small swimming pool.
And beside the pool was a door—oh, it was a sauna. I hung the leash on the wall.

Suddenly, two short-haired little girls emerged from the doorway I hadn't noticed before. Their clothes were simple, easy to remove, and didn't absorb water... an apron would have been better.
They smiled and asked, "Do you like this scent?"
"Yeah, let's keep the clothes simple."
The skilled little girl, with her signature expression, easily removed my clothes, even the last piece remained unchanged.

There was a bench in the pool that blended seamlessly with it, ergonomically designed no matter where I lay.
Two sponge-like objects seemed to be playing around my body.
"Don't forget your mouth," she said, and a few seconds later, she kissed my lips. It wasn't toothpaste, but a minty green balm, a little sweet and bitter...

"Hmm~ that won't do, you have to be good, otherwise it'll be too late to insert."
"Is that so?" she said, giving the girl a squeeze.
"Ugh! Wait! Ah... no... please!" "Hmph, isn't it about to come out?"
The other girl suddenly licked behind my ear, climbed on top of me, and casually pushed my previous efforts back down.
"Don't do that, we'll get scolded, are you willing to let that happen?" Suddenly, she
smeared a clear ointment on my already erect buttocks, making them feel cool and then sore, and lay back down.
"The boss here is such a scoundrel."

I rinsed myself with lukewarm water, got up and walked to the bed. It was quite sturdy. After drying myself and blowing on it, I picked up the rope.
"Thank you for your patronage, take care." After saying that, the decorations on both sides of the bed deformed. The two girls aimed at the indentation of something inside their bodies and
pulled it out. The shape seemed to have a probe that could be inserted into the uterus, and below it was a tube that could inject some kind of liquid.
They lay on the bed and began to lick each other with relish.

Stepping out of the room, she walked towards the courtyard. "Climb faster!" "Okay."
After a few steps, she suddenly stopped playfully and pulled back.
"Ah...excuse me, Master, is there anything I can help you with?"
"You're too slow," she said maliciously, pulling her back.
"I...I'll go faster, please don't be angry," she said, backing away at the same pace.
"Kneel down," she said, hanging pendants on her nipple rings.
"Let's go," she said, kicking the toy back.

Looking down, in the center of the wine pool, men and women danced erotic dances, waiters carried trays, burly men served seats for female guests, and women were presented as tables.
They were wantonly played with, forced to endure even with weak legs. They would add things to enhance the experience whenever they wanted, with eunuchs providing music.
The wooden decor had a unique charm, masking many unpleasant odors. Marijuana, poppies, sedatives, heroin—there were people who could process them to your liking.
Of course, there's also the thrill of gambling, but here you're gambling with your own time, though you can also gamble with other people's time, as long as the boss here approves. Otherwise, where would all these slaves come from?

Winners get to use their time for free; losers have to stay here, wearing collars, serving others, or doing manual labor.
Players can play with each other, as long as the number on their accessory is positive.

Once it turns negative, the person is dragged to a room fully equipped with communication devices. If you're lucky, you can even bargain with the person on the phone—just don't use that annoying, shrill falsetto voice; it'll make you feel more comfortable.

【You must be thirsty too, let's get you something nice to drink】
【Bar seat or sofa?】
【I like watching people dance, not too noisy】
【How about the booth downstairs?】
Beep__ 50 hours have passed
【I'm thirsty, I want something cold and filling】 Pressing the button on the side, saying
【Come up and sit next to me】
【No, I can only sit by the window or outside】
【By the window, and get me a whiskey too】 A cart
is pushed in, the old-fashioned woman serves as a plate, with small plates made of ice on it, filled with raw seafood
, white skin dotted with orange salmon roe and bright red shrimp roe.

[Turn around, lie down] Holding the liquor in his hand, he poured it into the IV drip, then inserted the mouthpiece into their anus.
[Thank you, Master]

He sat down, and two young girls dressed in revealing clothes leaned closer. [Come on~ have a sip]
[What is this?] [Pepper, chocolate, and a little grapefruit liqueur oolong]
While eating, he touched their supple and soft bodies, smeared some marijuana on their clitoris and vagina, then put it in their mouths
, and inserted it into their pale anuses, stirring it around. They breathed calmly, moaned softly, and never fed it to the wrong place. It was truly hell.

[Alright, I'll do it myself from now on.] [Yes] They said in unison, pulling their hands back, and on the cold stone floor
, one of them sat on each side of my feet.
The handle of the sauce dish was inserted into the woman's vagina for support. The low-temperature candle hanging above dripped drop by drop onto the dish's breasts as the meal progressed, creating different gradient colors, drying and dripping again, piling up into some disdainful pattern.

[I don't like oysters] A little force was applied to the dish's belly, and the soy sauce dish was squeezed out. It also had to be carefully designed. Not a drop of soy sauce was spilled. A little wasabi was stuffed in. The dish didn't know what it was, daring to take a breath. Chili sauce was put in her mouth, and it instantly became red and swollen.

[Thirsty? Have some tea] Steaming tea was poured onto her lips. She frowned, and her neck and face slowly twisted as if trying to turn away.
[Lick] She shook her right foot and smeared some marijuana on her penis. [Starting from the belly]
She poured a glass of wine and poured it onto the dish's mouth.

He pinched the nose of the plate tightly, chugging down cocktails laced with drugs
, until she went from not daring to struggle to fighting back, and then to weak writhing.

He kneaded her firm, elastic breasts, biting them until they were red and swollen, then touched her belly and offered her a hypocritical reassurance
. He shook his left foot and casually smeared chili oil on her vulva.
Very habitually, without bothering me, we cleared the table together, nibbled off the excess wax on the plates
, and rubbed our genitals against the plates, trying to relieve the burning sensation, but only expanding the area

[it was really boring]. I grabbed the head that was licking my testicles, lifted it by the collar, and pressed it down on my half-erect penis. What the hell was that drug? I flipped the

still-rubbing idiot over, pressing his buttocks against the plate's belly, slapping it repeatedly on the bright red area. My
other hand, covered in saliva, vigorously rubbed the plate's genitals, then inserted it into the urethra, just big enough for a finger, in and out. Perhaps there was still some chili residue, because the trembling became more intense.

Suddenly, I shoved three fingers into the idiot's vagina, eliciting a mundane moan, followed by rapid, trembling digging, just a series of uninspiring moans.
My other hand, alternating between in and out of the urethra, suddenly used three fingers together to push the oyster even further inside.

He quickly pulled his hand out of the idiot's vagina, lifted it up onto the collar, and simultaneously pulled his other hand up, pressing the weight directly onto the plate
. The oyster was thus expelled along with the vaginal mucus.
["That's too close!"] He lifted the idiot. ["Did you even try properly?"] He slapped her face and threw her on the floor.
["Your vagina is too loose!"] After saying that, he inserted his entire hand into the plate's anus, followed by a terrified scream. He felt quite pleased.
["You did a good job."] He twisted off her already erect right breast, inserted two fingers of his left hand into her vagina, and lifted her
up. He swayed her, then suddenly let go, but still pinched her nipple, and she fell down. The muffled groan after the scream was quite pleasant.

He walked to the window, pulled out the gag, and, along with the remaining wine, inserted it into the female dog's anus, thrusting
it repeatedly until it stopped dripping.
A tight mouth followed by emptiness; she really shouldn't have played like this.

He picked her up, pulled out, and spilled the wine all over the floor and the dining table.
[His hands were tired.] He suddenly let go, letting her fall to the ground.
He put a leash around her neck, skirting her clitoris, adjusting the length to just the right amount to rub against her without being too tight.
[Master, where shall we go next?] Her face flushed slightly from the alcohol, she asked sweetly.
He took a toy tail, dipped it in a little wasabi—hmm, a single color was too monotonous—inserted it, put the tail back on, and slapped her bottom hard, leaving a red handprint.
[Ah! Thank you, Master, woof woof~]
[Good girl, let's go shopping.] He applied some force, lifted the leash, and shook it from side to side.
[Please walk slowly.] The three females, lying on the ground, said in unison.

Once inside the elevator, I realized I hadn't seen clearly before, but there were hands that could reach through the glass doors. This time, it was a pale yellow dress. I
put my hand in, and that yellow hue... it wouldn't start dancing seductively, but instead, it would rub itself against my hand, using it for masturbation
. I'd just deliberately rubbed some chili pepper on my hands, thinking I'd play with the dog.

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