Fangjing Beauty Salon

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This is a city in mainland China, where the economy is developing rapidly, attracting a large number of people from both within and outside the region. Economic development brings many external influences to a place, some positive and refined, others negative and not praised by society. However, in today's society, local protectionism plays a significant role, and people will stop at nothing for their own selfish interests. Selfishness is an inherent human trait.

Fangjing Street is a small area in this big city, named after a street. The city is famous nationwide, and this street is also famous within it, because of the Fangjing Street Beauty Salon. As everyone knows, most beauty salons these days are for hiring prostitutes, and this one is no exception. The salon is famous for two main reasons: First, the women there are exceptionally beautiful. You can immediately believe they work in this industry just by looking at them. Unlike other places where the women are often seen as worn-out, these women have a refined air. If you don't have money, don't even think about getting a second glance from them. Sometimes, even if you have money but aren't particularly attractive, they'll still look down on you. The second reason is their powerful backing. The backer, the owner, is a woman in her early thirties, known to everyone as Sister Feng. It's said that she knows everyone from high-ranking national officials to the city mayor, and even local thugs—it's like she's been through a lot! Everyone in the underworld knows her; she's a famous big sister. With such a powerful figure protecting her, even the prostitutes she keeps seem to have gained a certain prestige. No wonder this place isn't well-known.

Kexin was an orphan from a young age, raised by a stranger's aunt. That family wasn't kind to her, so she left them when she was just 18 to live on her own. But life is hard; after only two years, she was desperate and had no choice but to sell herself into prostitution. Through an introduction, Kexin arrived at a beauty salon called Fangjing Street. At first, Kexin thought she'd made a mistake, because it was like a lively party, except this party was only for women. Kexin noticed that every woman here was very well-maintained, and their joyful laughter seemed genuine. She couldn't understand why prostitutes could be so happy; it was a question beyond her high school education. Perhaps they were different from her; perhaps they weren't forced into it.

Upon arriving, Kexin was first assigned a room in the basement, the most cozy basement she had ever seen, completely devoid of any gloom. The room was brightly lit, warm, and comfortable. She noticed it was quite large, with many individual rooms; apparently, all the girls lived here. A girl named Xiaohui led her to her room; she seemed even younger than Kexin. There were four people in the room. According to Xiaohui, besides Kexin and her friend, there were two other very beautiful women in her room: Wen Lirong, 23, and Sun Meiyan, 24. Because they were older, they were usually addressed as Sister Rong and Sister Yan.

Kexin unpacked her clothes and rested for a while. In the evening, Wen Lirong and Sun Meiyan returned. Wen Lirong had long, black hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a black dress and shiny black boots. Kexin's first impression of her was that she gave off a sense of pressure, probably due to her clothing, but her gentle smile made Kexin feel comfortable. What a contradictory woman, Kexin thought to herself. Sun Meiyan was dressed simply, in a slightly sheer white long shirt, ripped jeans, and red and black sneakers that made her look energetic. She didn't look like a prostitute; she looked more like a college student. Xiao Hui introduced them to each other, and then they sat on their beds and chatted about everyday things. Ke Xin realized from their conversation that these women, like herself, had very unpleasant pasts, and that coming here wasn't their intention. They chatted until late, and then they started to undress and go to sleep. Ke Xin suddenly noticed a small patch of dark red on the toe of Rong Jie's boot, which looked like dried blood. Rong Jie noticed it and was wiping it, muttering something habitually. Ke Xin didn't pay attention; after all, there were still many things to adapt to. What she wanted to see most right now was the boss of this beauty salon, the famous Sister Feng. What would life be like in the future? Thinking about this, she slowly drifted off to sleep, vaguely hearing a man's painful cries and the sharp shouts of women mixed in, but these were quickly drowned out by the breathing of the women in the room, and she gradually fell asleep...

The next day.

When Kexin opened her eyes, her sisters were already gone. She got dressed and went to the lobby on the first floor. Several other girls from other rooms were putting on makeup. She saw Xiaohui and asked, "Why are you up so early? When do we have our period?" Kexin asked Xiaohui in a slightly embarrassed voice. "Hehe, Sister Kexin, don't worry. Our work changes depending on the customers. We start working whenever they want us to." Xiaohui smiled at Kexin and said, "But you don't need to worry about business. Even if no one comes, we still have food to eat because our Sister Feng is very capable." Kexin felt even more mysterious and admiring of Sister Feng and wanted to become a person like her in the future.

Soon, the day passed. That evening, the sisters gathered again. It turned out that Rong and Yan had gone to work as prostitutes during the day. They heard that a very wealthy young master had taken two girls at once and was very generous. However, the two sisters returned unhappy. They scolded the young master for being arrogant, disrespectful, and even insulting Feng Jie, saying they would find a chance to kill him. Kexin quickly advised them not to act impulsively, offering words of concern, which made the two sisters laugh heartily. They looked at Kexin affectionately and left.

"You're so timid, but it's alright, you'll get used to it eventually, my silly sister," even Xiao Hui said. Kexin was very worried; he was so rich, the two sisters would suffer. Kexin was very concerned about them, but afraid Xiao Hui would laugh at her, so she exchanged a few perfunctory words with Xiao Hui and secretly left the room to see where Rong and Yan had gone. She loved these sisters very much and didn't want to see them get hurt. As for those scoundrels, let them die, Kexin thought.

The basement was large, with a wide corridor stretching out. Kexin noticed that her two older sisters weren't heading towards the main hall, but rather towards the end of the corridor in the opposite direction. Although it was brightly lit, the further she went in, the more eerie it felt. After walking a long way, there were no more doors on either side; at the end, directly opposite her, was a large door. Kexin noticed that only this door was a security door; the others, including her room's, were pine wood doors. She gradually approached; the door was ajar. She reached out to slowly open it, when suddenly a muffled groan startled her. "It's a man. How can there be a man?" Curious, Kexin peeked through the crack in the door. The room was large, and the lighting was slightly dimmer than outside. To her astonishment, she discovered that four or five men were bound to the walls of the room, naked and strapped to the walls with their arms threaded through gleaming metal rings. Each of them had their heads bowed, their bodies covered in blood, with clearly visible red whip marks and burn marks from cigarette butts or similar objects. In the middle of the room, a man lay on a chair with his legs and hands bound behind his back. His head was wedged into a sunken foam mat, and a tube-like object was held in his mouth, covered by a wide plastic sheet. The plastic sheet was spread over the man's face, with ropes threaded through the edges to tightly bind his head.

A large mineral water bottle was inserted into a tube in the man's mouth, and frothy yellow liquid was slowly poured into his mouth. The man's chest heaved, he breathed heavily through his nose, and occasionally let out heavy groans, creating an extremely eerie atmosphere. Kexin saw her two older sisters facing a man tied to the wall. Rongjie had changed into black leather shorts, and long black fishnet stockings tightly hugged her full, straight, beautiful legs. Her low-cut leather jacket and black ankle boots made her look like a fearsome queen. Yanjie was wearing the same clothes as Rongjie but in red, her beautiful long legs in white stockings. She sat leisurely behind her, crossing her legs, and the beautiful curves of her body seen from the side made Kexin's heart race. At this moment, Sister Rong was wielding a long leather whip, striking the man repeatedly. The man initially kept his head down, but soon, due to the immense pain, he raised it. His head and body swayed violently from side to side, causing the iron rings binding him to clang. Sister Rong began to laugh wildly, while the man remained silent. Ke Xin found this strange; how could he be so resilient? When Ke Xin looked closer, she realized that the man's mouth was gagged with something. It wasn't that he wasn't making a sound, but rather that he couldn't. Ke Xin strained to hear his heavy breathing. The whip struck the man's body with a loud crack, each blow leaving indelible wounds. Crimson liquid began to seep from the man's body, but Sister Rong showed no sign of stopping. Ke Xin suddenly sensed the energy contained within Sister Rong's voluptuous body; women were not actually fragile, at least not at this moment. Kexin stared blankly for about 10 minutes before Rongjie finally stopped. Kexin saw that the man was covered in sweat, which dripped down his wounds, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. Rongjie walked up to the man, lifted his chin with her hand, and said something. Kexin couldn't hear it because she was too far away, but she could see the man's complex expression. He stared at Rongjie with wide eyes, his gaze filled with pleading, tears streaming down his cheeks. The muscles in his face trembled violently with fear. Rongjie teased the man's genitals, rubbing the whip against his wounded body, then laughed wildly as she retreated. The man's gaze kept shifting between Rongjie and Yanjie, then he looked at Yanjie with pleading eyes. At this moment, Rongjie turned and walked to Yanjie's side, placed the whip on the table next to her, and then sat comfortably next to Yanjie. She picked up a wine glass on the table and drank the fiery red liquor in one gulp. Sister Yan slowly stood up, picked up the whip stained with the man's blood, and walked towards him. She stopped five meters away and cracked the whip. The man's eyes dimmed, tears blurring his vision. He stopped looking at Sister Yan; his gaze suddenly shifted to the doorway, meeting that of Kexin, who was peeking. Hope flickered in his eyes again, but quickly faded, for Kexin's eyes now only held the pleasure of torturing men and the excitement of what she was witnessing. The man was utterly despairing.

"Snap~~Snap~~" With a crisp sound, Kexin stealthily left the mysterious room. When she returned, she found herself soaking wet. She experienced a pleasure she had never felt before, something she had never imagined in her life, yet she craved it; she wanted to experience it for herself.

In the middle of the night, they all returned. Kexin pretended to be asleep, lying on her bed. She eavesdropped on her sisters' conversation.

"Feeling much better now, that beast won't die, will he?" Sister Rong's gentle voice made Kexin tremble.

"Who cares? I'm much more comfortable anyway. It's better if she dies, then we'll have a new one." That was Sister Yan's clear voice.

"Don't say that, Sister Kexin is already asleep. Don't wake her up; she hasn't adjusted yet, I'm afraid it will frighten her," kind Xiao Hui gently reminded her two sisters. They giggled softly together, and slowly, the house returned to normal

. A few weeks passed.

Every night, Kexin would secretly run to that secret room and watch what happened inside. Each time, it excited her greatly. She released all the pleasure she had experienced over the years into her imagination, imagining herself one day wearing beautiful, sexy clothes, holding a whip, and teaching these bad men a lesson. She believed that day wasn't far off, and several times she would lose control of her mind while thinking about it. She began to love this new home; she wanted to stay here forever.

Over the past few days, through observation, she has begun to understand some of the processes here. Generally, newly captured men are tied to a chair in the middle. After securing the man, a controllable tube is inserted into his mouth, allowing someone to sit on his head. The women here can then urinate and defecate on him at will. This process lasts about two weeks. Initially, the men will struggle violently, but after a week, the struggles will become weak. By the time it reaches two weeks, they become very docile because they have given up hope. It turns out that it only takes a week or two for a person to understand a principle. After this stage, the men are tied to different instruments of torture in the room. The choice depends entirely on each woman's preference. If she wants to be whipped, she is tied to the wall; if she wants him to perform oral sex, she is tied to a fixed chair. The chairs are of different types. Some allow the woman to sit on the man's face and have him perform oral sex and eat her excrement. Others are benches where the man is tied below, his face facing inward, specifically to serve the woman's feet. The women can get any service they want here. They can drink tea, alcohol, or read, watch TV, chat, and enjoy the services from these unfortunate men. These men are generally from out of town, or they were captured for disrespecting the prostitutes here. Once captured, they have no chance of redemption, as the prostitutes have already taken care of everything for them – disappearances, accidental deaths, hasty cremation, etc. Their lifespan is usually two or three months. They are sustained primarily by glucose, injected by the prostitutes in rotation. Their supplementary food is the prostitutes' urine and feces. Sometimes, if a man is unlucky, or if one of the prostitutes is having a bad time, he might have to eat their excrement for several days without any glucose injections, and his death will be imminent – a near release for him. These men have no choice in their own lives; they cannot commit suicide. When they want to die, they cannot live. The prostitutes here don't treat them as human beings; they are merely tools for release. "One wrong step, and you'll regret it forever"—a very philosophical statement. You can only blame yourself for choosing this place. Several months passed.

Sometimes ago, Kexin had joined the ranks of those who tormented men. Whenever they finished with clients and were unhappy, these men became their source of amusement, and Kexin enjoyed it immensely. She would come when she was unhappy, and she would come when she was happy. Her sisters started to laugh at Kexin, saying she was so perverted and that any man who met her was incredibly unlucky. But Kexin liked it this way; she wanted to get back everything she had lost before, and if she couldn't get it back normally, she would do it in other ways.

Early one morning, the sisters, still half asleep, were awakened by a knock on the door. It was one of the girls on duty that day, who said that Sister Feng was coming and everyone should get up and get ready. The long-awaited Sister Feng was finally about to appear! Kexin was overjoyed; she was her idol, her ideal. The sisters hurriedly got up and started packing. The dressing room was unusually crowded today, and everyone huddled together, chattering incessantly like a flock of happy little birds. It seems she's not the only one who hasn't met Sister Feng. The sisters all want to make a good impression on her. In their hearts, Sister Feng is more than just an older sister; she's even surpassed their mother in importance.

At 10 a.m., a huge white Mercedes pulled up in front of the lavish beauty salon. Two rows of elegantly dressed women stood on either side of the entrance. A stylishly dressed, slightly older woman ran to the car and opened the door, revealing a pair of beautiful, long, slender legs. Beautiful flesh-colored stockings clung tightly to her legs, and soft high heels accentuated her noble bearing. Those legs alone were enough to make countless men drool. Next, a cascade of jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and a beige business suit highlighted her distinguished status. Standing at approximately 1.68 meters tall, her beautiful face and smile made her look like a girl in her early twenties; it was impossible to tell she was over thirty. A large crowd gathered; her beauty was known throughout the city. Most of the onlookers were men. A very fat man, reportedly an important figure in the city, got out of the car with her. He entered the house at Sister Feng's invitation. The room was freshly tidied, and Fengjie sat down in a chair prepared for her. Her noble demeanor and approachable smile inspired both fear and respect. Kexin looked at her, unable to describe her feelings. "Is everyone here?" Fengjie asked Lanjie, the eldest woman in charge. Fengjie's voice captivated Kexin; it was like a heavenly voice that filled her with adoration. She noticed that every woman present had the same gleam in their eyes. Fengjie not only captivated men, but she also possessed a charm that could subdue women. Her beauty was almost perfect; her movements and voice seemed both natural and deliberate. The chubby man kept leering at Fengjie, his gaze never wavering. There were many women in the room, many beautiful, but compared to Fengjie, they were all ordinary, pale in comparison.

"Everyone's here, Fengjie," Lanjie finally answered after a long pause. Fengjie smiled at Lanjie, then surveyed everyone. As her eyes swept over each young lady, they all lowered their heads.

"I only had time to come see everyone today. I heard there are many new members joining, which is great. Welcome to all of you. Make this your home, forget all the unpleasant things from the past, and start anew. If you have any difficulties, tell Sister Lan. I will help you through Sister Lan in any way I can, because you are all my good sisters." Sister Feng's gentle words made everyone feel very warm. Ke Xin even cried out, remembering the past, and was pulled back to her room by Xiao Hui.

Sister Feng showed the fat man around the entire beauty salon, except for the basement. Since the service areas were on the first to fifth floors, and the basement was the girls' living quarters, there was no need to show it to them. It was said that Sister Feng wanted to use the fat man's financial power in the government to do some things. After all, supporting so many girls was not easy. According to regulations, the beauty salon only took a 1% commission from the girls' work here, and kept the rest. It could be said that Sister Feng was quite considerate of the girls here.

Sister Feng left quickly. Before she left, Sister Lan reported on some work and some requests from the young ladies, all of which Sister Feng agreed to. One request, it was said, was to modify the young ladies' beds. The number of male slaves was limited; the secret room could only hold a maximum of ten men, while the number of young ladies was over thirty and still increasing. The young ladies' sadistic tendencies towards men were becoming increasingly apparent. Often, there were more women than men, and a young lady had to wait several days to release her pent-up desires. Therefore, many young ladies came up with an idea: to convert the bedrooms into small training rooms and modify the beds into torture devices, binding the men inside. This way, each lady would have her own slave, which would be very convenient. This suggestion was quickly supported by all the young ladies, and Sister Feng also agreed, as long as it didn't cause too much trouble. Thus, the bed modification plan was carried out.

A week later, each young lady's bed had undergone a significant change. Each bed resembled a long box, but through the young ladies' careful decoration, they had become beautiful and comfortable. On the surface, the bed was still the same bed, except that there were two openings in the middle and at the corners that could be closed—these were used to trap the men's heads. While the woman rests on the bed, the man can stick his head out through the central opening to perform oral sex and drink her urine. Openings at the corners of the bed allow the man to stick his head out to lick the woman's feet; in winter, the woman can also put her feet into the man's mouth to warm her toes. The bed is constructed of many mechanical parts, controlled from the outside via a series of buttons. The man is actually strapped to a movable pulley while lying down, his legs kneeling on either side of the pulley, his hands and feet fixed, allowing him to slide back and forth inside the bed with the pulley. The pulley can also rise and fall, and it contains an electric baton for punishing unruly men. In case of an accident, the woman can use the electric baton to finish him off; the current is adjustable, ranging from a nibble like ants to instant death. This is entirely a safety measure; in fact, no man has ever struggled to the point of needing the woman to electrocute him. The men's mouths were usually gagged with socks or underwear by the prostitutes. Controlling their noises was the best method; any noise pollution in the prostitute's bedroom, especially during sleep, was strictly forbidden. If someone didn't know their place, they could easily be silenced by the prostitute, and the methods of torture were varied and terrifying.

Half a year passed quickly. Kexin grew increasingly beautiful in this carefree life. She often looked at her naked body in the mirror, satisfied with her beautiful, graceful curves. At 1.65 meters tall, she was neither too tall nor too short, and her long, strong legs were the envy of her friends. She had once tried to strangle a man with them—a fairly strong man. Kexin sat on the bed. A man's head emerged from the opening in the middle of her vagina. The man mechanically licked Kexin's vulva. He was so young, just starting university, yet his stubbornness and ignorance had led him to this point. Kexin loved this boy very much; she had given him her body, yet he insulted her, calling her a bad person, saying she was strong and even hitting her. Now, he was her puppet, a puppet he could never escape. Perhaps he never imagined this day would come. Would he regret it?

Kexin tightly clamped the boy's head between her legs, pressing her chest against his head, holding her small feet, staring blankly, and smiled. Such beautiful, delicate feet could torment a man, and terrify him. She looked at her feet, their skin white and translucent, so small. Suddenly, she gripped the boy's hair, staring intently at his childish face. The boy looked into Kexin's eyes with fear; he was terrified of her torment, filled with deep dread. He never imagined that such a frail girl could be so ruthless, so vicious.

"Do you regret it?" Kexin asked him.

"..." The boy remained silent; he dared not speak without Kexin's permission.

"You can speak now, answer me! Do you regret it?"

"I...I regret it. I...I..." The boy wanted to beg Kexin to let him go, but he didn't dare say it.

"Slap, slap, slap..." Kexin slapped the boy's face hard, blood quickly trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he dared not utter a sound.

"You hit me, remember? Did you think I would retaliate? I'll retaliate even more. Slap..." Kexin happily took her revenge, starting by slapping the boy's mouth with her hand, then kicking his cheeks. The boy tried hard to endure it, making a sound several times.

"You made a sound," Kexin said, stopping the slapping and stepping on the boy's face.

"Waaah..." The boy began to cry softly; he knew he couldn't escape, as long as she wanted him to, he couldn't escape.

"Open your mouth wide, you know how to do it." Kexin spoke slowly and softly, but the boy trembled uncontrollably.

The boy opened his mouth wide. Kexin kicked her legs away, comfortably placing them on the bed, her beautiful, supple legs resting against the boy's head. She curled her right foot to her toes and inserted it into the boy's mouth, little by little, deeper and deeper. Kexin's foot was small, and when only half of it was inside the boy's mouth, it couldn't go any further. There were many fine lines on the back of Kexin's foot, and at this moment, the boy's lips touched the third to last line.

"There are two more. Yesterday there was only one left. You don't seem to be in a very good state today, baby."

The boy's head began to shake. He tried to move forward and opened his mouth even wider, but Kexin's foot moved with the boy's head, so the boy tried for a long time without making any progress. The boy looked at Kexin pleadingly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Hehe, baby, you're so clumsy. Do you need my help?"

The boy nodded frantically. Kexin stretched out her foot slightly, and the boy pushed his head forward with all his might. Kexin's beautiful little foot finally slipped in a little, just enough for the boy's lips to touch the second line.

"What did we talk about yesterday? If you can't touch the first line, you'll be punished. You know what my punishment is, and how it will hurt you." Kexin looked at the boy with a deep pity on her face. The boy knew her methods clearly. Kexin's electric shocks had made him think of death. The alternating itchy pain like ants gnawing and the excruciating pain like being struck by lightning was unbearable for anyone. Moreover, Kexin could keep him on the electric shocks all night, or even longer. The intensity of the shocks wouldn't kill him, but it was enough to torture him until he cried for his mother.

The boy desperately leaned forward, but Kexin showed no intention of helping him. The thin red line suddenly seemed to stretch far, far away, and blood trickled from the corner of the boy's mouth. The last red line was positioned right at the sole of Kexin's foot, halfway down. Although her foot was small, how big could a person's mouth be?

Kexin took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a puff towards the boy. The boy inhaled through his nose, choked violently, and made a whimpering sound. Kexin giggled. She held the cigarette in her left hand and pinched the boy's nose with her right. After a while, the boy's face turned red, and he couldn't shake off Kexin's hand no matter how hard he tried. After more than a minute, Kexin finally released her hand. The boy was heaving violently, his heavy breathing coming through his nose.

"Is this okay? Can you still complete the task?" Kexin looked at the half-smoked cigarette in her hand, gently exhaling a puff of smoke. The wispy smoke rose slowly, becoming fainter and fainter until it disappeared, leaving only a faint smell of tobacco.

"Ugh... ugh..." The boy nodded frantically and continued to try to get Kexin's foot into his mouth a little more. He wished he had no teeth now, because they were just too much of a hindrance. After some effort, the boy's lips were almost touching the red line on Kexin's instep. Kexin pressed the nearly extinguished cigarette butt against the boy's forehead. The sudden pain made him whimper. Kexin then forcefully extended her foot, and the boy's voice instantly ceased. The thin red line on Kexin's instep was submerged in the boy's mouth. The pain brought tears to the boy's eyes again, but it also saved him. At least he wouldn't suffer hellish torment tonight. This moment was blissful. Kexin leaned against the headboard, half of her right foot deeply inserted into the boy's mouth, her left foot pressing on his head, rubbing it gently, like a mother stroking her son's head, praising him for being obedient. The boy's dislocated mouth was wide open. Although he was enduring immense pain, his eyes were so peaceful, as if all misfortune would never happen again. He quietly enjoyed this brief moment of happiness. The snow plum blossoms of Lingshan are a

wonder of the world, but how can they compare to the flying snow of June?

Snowflakes blanket the world, turning into icy rain that penetrates the heart.

Chapter Two

The weather in big cities is mostly sunny and the summers seem very long, while southern cities enjoy spring-like weather all year round. However, for people from the north, the temperature here is somewhat unbearable, almost like suffering.

Liu Nian, a young man born in the north, had only recently started working. He found the city beautiful, with stylish and beautiful women everywhere, and a surge of youthful excitement welled up inside him. At 24, it was time to find a partner. He was 1.8 meters tall, and his handsome, aloof face was the ideal partner many girls dreamed of. However, Liu Nian had high standards and hadn't yet had a decent girlfriend; each relationship ended hastily in his fantasies. Finding an ideal lover was no easy task. He believed life wasn't a game, so he wasn't hasty; he wanted to find the best woman.

Feng Jie's acquaintance with Liu Nian was also accidental. Liu Nian's company was very successful. His supervisor was a very capable middle-aged man who also had a close relationship with Feng Jie. Feng Jie often saw Liu Nian when she occasionally went to the company to see the middle-aged man. To Feng Jie, he was a vibrant young man, a man who could bring her energy. She hadn't felt this way in many years. A voice inside her screamed, "I want him, no matter what it takes." A woman's desires are truly terrifying. When she wants to buy clothes, she can shop in a mall all day without feeling tired. When she wants to ride a Ferris wheel, she can sit on it until she falls asleep without wanting to get off. When she wants someone to satisfy her, she even hopes that a man's penis will stay inside her forever. This is a woman's desire, and it's also Feng Jie's desire, even more so than Liu Nian's.

Liu Nian's first visit to Feng Jie's house was purely a setup, a play performed by Feng Jie and the middle-aged man. A junior employee naturally had to obey his boss. Delivering documents to a client's house wasn't a difficult task, especially since his supervisor had personally asked him to do it. For a migrant worker from out of town, being favored by his supervisor was something he couldn't ask for. But he never expected that once he entered Sister Feng's house, he would never leave again. His colleagues only knew that this young man could switch jobs whenever he wanted; that's how it is these days—whoever offers the best benefits will naturally choose that one. From then on, Liu Nian was never seen again at that electronics company.

Sister Feng's house was a villa on the outskirts of the city, a very classic and solemn European-style building. From a distance, it looked like an ancient castle, but up close, looking up at it gave one an immense sense of pressure and a somewhat awe-inspiring feeling. "Rich people just enjoy themselves; they won't live here for more than half a year," Liu Nian thought to himself. Indeed, it seemed that having money meant he wasn't satisfied without changing houses several times; he was keeping up with the times.

The castle, which was over ten meters high, had a basement and a four-story structure from the first to the third floor. From the outside, there's no concept of a basement, but people in ancient times would usually plan carefully for themselves and their families to avoid unknown disasters. Liu Nian was led into the castle by a woman who looked like a butler in her forties. In a large living room on the second floor, he saw Sister Feng, the noble and beautiful "client."

"Please sit!" Sister Feng waved her hand, and the butler went out and closed the door.

The room was extremely large, with a high ceiling several meters high. Bright, huge lamps illuminated the room as if it were daytime. In the center of the living room, a huge dining table lay quietly on the carpet, with a circle of wide, centuries-old armchairs neatly arranged. The table was full of all kinds of dishes, like a grand banquet, but the only one sitting at the table was Sister Feng, the hostess. She drank milk tea and ate pastries she couldn't name, her movements as elegant as a virgin. However, Liu Nian already knew a bit about her. A wealthy woman over thirty held little appeal for him. Although Liu Nian couldn't find anything wrong with Feng Jie, his cleanliness and pickiness made him definitely concerned about age. He wanted a petite woman he could take care of, someone who could snuggle up to him and act coquettishly all day, not this powerful, domineering woman in front of him. One could say Liu Nian was a typical chauvinist, but this was indeed a common flaw among many men.

Liu Nian sat down in the chair opposite Feng Jie. They were quite far apart because the table was enormous. Liu Nian found it ridiculous; why did rich people love such extravagance? Having money made them unrealistic, unafraid of trouble. Money truly was something people both loved and hated. A moment later, a maid entered and placed the tableware in front of Liu Nian. "Perfect timing, I haven't had breakfast yet, it would be a waste not to eat." Liu Nian's fearless, bold nature had made him very successful in finding and working over the years. He was a truly decisive man, no wonder many women were attracted to him, including Sister Feng. After the meal, Sister Feng invited Liu Nian into another living room. This room was a bit smaller, and judging from the layout, it seemed to be a place for receiving guests. This time they sat a little closer. Sister Feng's voluptuous naked body under her slightly transparent nightgown made Liu Nian unable to look directly at her. But Sister Feng was sitting right opposite Liu Nian, so he could see it anyway, and he hated this woman's promiscuity even more. Liu Nian handed the documents to Sister Feng, preparing to leave immediately. "What? You're leaving so soon?" Sister Feng swung her beautiful, raised leg. Her full, fair calves had no excess fat. Her delicate toes were encased in milky-white plastic slippers, and her white heels were completely exposed. The slippers dangled from her toes, swaying back and forth, as if they might fall off at any moment.

"Oh, no, I have a lot of things to do at the company, I'll take my leave." Liu Nian stood up to leave. Feng Jie's slippers fell to the ground, revealing her small, white feet to Liu Nian. "Your supervisor said you'd have the day off today." Feng Jie's bright, beautiful eyes looked into Liu Nian's. "Oh, well, yes. I have some personal business to attend to later." Liu Nian explained awkwardly. He began to feel something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Where are you from? Why did you decide to work in our city?" Feng Jie began by asking Liu Nian simple questions. Her gentle voice made Liu Nian feel like she was chatting with a long-lost friend, but he reminded himself that he needed to leave as soon as possible. Leaving this woman might be safer for him, both at work and in his personal life. They chatted for a few minutes when a maid brought in two more cold drinks, placing them beside them. A table about a meter long separated them, but Liu Nian felt it was too short. He began to realize he wasn't resisting the advances of some women, like Sister Feng. Feeling stifled in the room, he picked up his drink and downed it in one gulp. Sister Feng's eyes brightened as she looked at him, like a female leopard spotting her prey; that triumphant gaze made Liu Nian uncomfortable.

"I think I'll take my leave now. I need to attend to my business next time I visit your place. Sorry for the intrusion," Liu Nian said, rising and walking towards the door. Sister Feng didn't move or speak. She picked up her glass, drank her beverage, and smiled contentedly.

Five minutes later, Liu Nian, who had fainted near the door, was carried by the maid into Sister Feng's bedroom on the third floor. Sister Feng sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the sleeping Liu Nian, her smile deepening. She greedily caressed every inch of Liu Nian's skin; his strong body stirred her emotions. She rubbed her private parts with her fingers, where she was already soaking wet. She knew perfectly well what the women in the beauty salon she had founded were doing. She gave them all freedom because she understood women, and she understood men even better. She knew how to get men, and she knew how to get men through "abnormal" means if "normal" methods weren't available. She wanted to enjoy this handsome boy; he was still a child to her. So she wanted to help him, to let him use his abilities to the fullest to serve her. She hadn't experienced this kind of pleasure for almost a year, and today she had it again. This was what she deserved; she believed that what she deserved was what she was entitled to. Are women selfish? Yes. Actually, men are selfish too, just in different ways.

The glaring light prevented Liu Nian from opening his eyes immediately. He struggled to see clearly what was in front of him—a common awareness upon waking. He saw that he was in a room with a high ceiling, the light coming from a large, familiar overhead light. Consciousness gradually returned, and he found his head throbbing as if it were splitting open. He tried to press his head with his hands to ease the pain, but he realized his hands weren't touching his head; instead, they were pressed tightly against his body, including his feet. His naked body was clearly visible through the transparent plastic tightly wrapped around him. He didn't feel the coldness of the floor because he was lying on a thick carpet. His first instinct told him he had been kidnapped. He didn't care about valuables; he just wanted to save his life. He looked around. In front of him was a spacious area with chairs, a table, and a mirror. He couldn't see his reflection in the mirror because he was too low. He roughly estimated that this was a bedroom, so the bed should be behind him, out of his sight. He tried to turn around, but any movement made him dizzy and lightheaded. So he chose to remain still. Just then, he heard a familiar voice from behind him, "Are you awake, Liu Nian?"

"Sister Feng!!" he almost shouted, "What are you doing? Let me go right now, what do you want? This is ridiculous." "Hehe..." The sound of Sister Feng's clothes rubbing against the bed gradually became clearer. Liu Nian looked up and saw a pair of small feet stretching off the bed. The legs were so straight and so shapely that he couldn't help but admire them in his heart. It was really nice to admire a woman from this position, but he didn't want to live like this forever. Then he saw Sister Feng's head, a beautiful and familiar face, with long, smooth hair sliding down her shoulders.

"I told you to stay a little longer, but you insisted on leaving. Look! You fainted, hehe," Sister Feng said, covering her mouth and laughing. Liu Nian knew it was all her doing, but he was now lying naked in front of a woman, how embarrassing. "Put your clothes on first, then we can talk properly. This is so...cough...so inappropriate." Liu Nian saw that Feng Jie wasn't wearing underwear, her private parts were completely exposed, and his face flushed with embarrassment. Feng Jie didn't seem to notice his change. "No, the discount period is over. You wouldn't have agreed when we tried to talk calmly, and now it's all your fault." As she spoke, Feng Jie slowly slid off the bed. Her feet didn't touch the ground, but instead landed on Liu Nian's face. Her feet weren't big, but they completely covered his face, leaving only his nose exposed as he breathed heavily, whether from exhaustion or excitement, it was hard to tell. He wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound, and his attempts to move his body couldn't remove Feng Jie's feet from his face. Feng Jie supported herself on the bed behind her, her feet firmly planted on Liu Nian's head, constantly shaking her small feet, causing Liu Nian immense pain. After more than ten minutes, she finally jumped off Liu Nian's face. Liu Nian was panting heavily. "You, you, don't do this..."

"Hehe..." His distressed expression amused Feng Jie, who giggled. "Don't what? I'll do it anyway, because from the day I saw you, you've been mine, whether you like it or not." Feng Jie's words sent a chill down Liu Nian's spine. "There's something even more fun." After saying that, Feng Jie jumped onto Liu Nian's chest. Liu Nian was in so much pain that he almost couldn't breathe, shaking violently. Feng Jie couldn't stand steadily on him, sometimes stepping on his stomach, sometimes on his neck, and falling to the ground several times, but she never fell down, showing that she was very agile. "You're so restless, it seems I need to add some weight." Feng Jie pulled Liu Nian's hair and dragged him to the other end of the bedroom. Liu Nian cursed in pain, and when they reached the corner, he was hurt by something on the ground. After Sister Feng positioned him, Liu Nian realized he was in a human-shaped area surrounded by iron rings with leather straps. These straps could connect at both ends to secure his body, preventing him from moving freely. These mechanisms were hidden in a corner where the light was dim, making them difficult to spot. Sister Feng moved around, firmly binding the wide straps around Liu Nian's body. Liu Nian tried to move a few times but found it impossible. There was another strap next to his head, but Sister Feng seemed to have forgotten about it. Liu Nian secretly rejoiced that he could still move his head.

"Let me go! What are you doing? You perverted old woman..." Liu Nian made a final stand, trying to rouse this 'lost' rational woman with insults. Feng Jie clapped her hands, stood before him with her hands on her hips, looking at her handiwork with satisfaction. "Hmm, this time there shouldn't be any problems. Are you ready, baby?" "Ready my ass... Oh..." Feng Jie jumped onto Liu Nian's stomach, a mouthful of sour saliva gushing from Liu Nian's mouth, and he immediately lost the ability to speak. Feng Jie stepped on Liu Nian's stomach, sometimes on tiptoe, sometimes only on her heels. Feng Jie's figure was incredibly beautiful; the beautiful physique of an Eastern woman was perfectly embodied on her body: full breasts, round and firm buttocks, elastic calves, and fair, delicate feet. Feng Jie jumped around on Liu Nian's stomach and chest, as happy as a ten-year-old girl. Liu Nian's agonizing screams echoed throughout the bedroom. He cursed the perverted woman while inwardly admiring her beauty. He lamented that he couldn't enjoy her, while she relentlessly tormented him. Twenty minutes of this brutal stomping had subjected Liu Nian to a hellish ordeal. Feng Jie jumped off him and walked straight to the bed. Liu Nian, panting heavily, continued cursing. This was the only way he could take revenge on this woman and release his unbearable pain. Feng Jie quickly returned, carrying a pair of pantyhose and a pair of underwear. "Your voice is really too loud. I love listening to you talk, to hear your voice, but not too loud. But today you seem unable to control yourself, so I'll have to help you." Sister Feng squatted down next to Liu Nian's head, using her legs to brace his head, pinching his chin with her left hand, and stuffing the underwear in her right hand into Liu Nian's mouth, very deep. Liu Nian tried to push it out with his tongue but couldn't get any strength. Sister Feng then tied a stocking around Liu Nian's mouth, very tightly, wrapping the stocking around the corners of his mouth several times before tying it behind his head. When Liu Nian saw what Sister Feng was holding, he knew what she was going to do, but almost all his resistance was useless. His mouth was forcefully pried open, and when he tried to push the underwear out with his tongue, it was pushed back completely. He shook his head, but Sister Feng's strong, beautiful legs held him completely still. For the first time, he truly understood the meaning of being powerless.

The second frenzied stomping began again. At first, Liu Nian was still whimpering something, but later it turned into weak groans. Feng Jie's beautiful little feet ravaged Liu Nian's body, trampling every inch of his skin. Not satisfied, she put on high heels—shiny white shoes with sharp, thin heels that slammed into his stomach like needles. Feng Jie's weight of over ninety pounds caused Liu Nian to scream in agony, the sound clearly audible through the stockings around his mouth. Large beads of sweat streamed down his face from the immense pain. His screams subsided slightly when Feng Jie's heels pressed against his chest, as his abdomen was softer. When his breathing calmed a little, Feng Jie stepped on his stomach again. Almost every inch of his abdomen that could accommodate the heels was a pool of blood, some areas even bruised from the force of the pressure. Standing on Liu Nian's stomach, watching his painful, powerless struggles and trembling, Feng Jie smiled cruelly. "This is just the beginning," she said. "You can't even take it anymore?" Liu Nian trembled as he looked up, his eyes almost closed. He strained to look into Feng Jie's eyes, his eyes filled with pleading and submission. After all, he wasn't a seasoned Communist Party member, so he had truly reached his limit. His face was covered in water, indistinguishable between sweat and tears. His head slowly slumped back to the ground, his breathing becoming heavier. Feng Jie finally chuckled. The look she wanted had finally appeared in Liu Nian's eyes. She moved from Liu Nian's stomach to his chest, squatted down, and checked his breath. Confirming he wasn't in mortal danger and was only temporarily unconscious, Feng Jie got off him, kicked off her high heels, untied the socks from Liu Nian's mouth, and pulled out his underwear. Perhaps this would wake him up faster, because her game wasn't over yet; many more things were to happen to this lovely boy, so today was just the beginning. For Feng Jie, it was a joyful beginning; for Liu Nian, it was a painful one.

The lives of the women at Fangjing Beauty Salon remained as vibrant as ever. They diligently performed their duties, serving every customer who came to enjoy themselves. Those without business relied on their private slaves to pass the time. Due to recent reforms, almost every woman had her own private slave, and these possessions were generally well-cared for, significantly reducing the slave mortality rate. Currently, the private slaves resided in their own rooms, while the newly arrived, unselected slaves endured an even more painful existence in secret chambers. These slaves practically served as public toilets for the women. Many women enjoyed using newly arrived slaves as their toilets, as newly captured men typically exhibited fierce resistance and an indomitable spirit. They refused to accept the reality of their situation, engaging in futile resistance, which became the women's source of amusement. The women would often sit on the men, their genitals facing their mouths, tightly embracing their heads, letting them inhale the scent of their genitals, then pinching their noses and defecating or urinating freely in their mouths. Sometimes they would collectively torture a man, with a dozen or so women taking turns urinating and defecating in his mouth. They would hold his head still, preventing him from struggling, but leave his mouth wide open, releasing his legs so he could kick wildly in the air or on the ground while the women's urine and feces continuously flowed into his mouth. Each time, the man's stomach would swell up high, and sometimes the women at the end of the line wouldn't even have a chance to go before the man fainted. They would also sometimes collectively torture the man's mouth with their feet, competing to see who could insert their feet the longest. The man would be tied upside down to the wall, and the women would take turns shoving their feet into his mouth, changing every minute. After shoving, they would slide a line across the instep where the man's lips had reached. Often, the winner of this game was a woman with very small feet. Later, a woman with very large feet also won first place. It's said that her heel landed on the man's lower lip, causing him to faint on the spot. His mouth was said to never close again, but he was relegated to a life of toilet use. It's said he's still "comfortably" lying in a corner of the basement, waiting for some woman to patronize him…

Days passed, and Fangjing Street's fame grew, attracting more and more tourists. The business of Fangjing Beauty Salon flourished, and the salon's owner, Sister Feng, became increasingly beautiful, supposedly due to her excellent "logistics." What exactly constituted "logistics" remains a mystery.

On the other hand, Sister Feng always returned home happily. She suddenly found herself enjoying going home. Although she didn't want to admit it, it was indeed related to Liu Nian. She found joy in Liu Nian; she tormented him, and he brought her pleasure. Liu Nian's position in Feng Jie's house was unpredictable. When she was happy, he would appear in her bed, and she would tie him up with very thin ropes, making him suck her nipples, her vagina, her toes, every inch of her skin. She would make him satisfy her before bed, and when she was about to fall asleep, she would make him lie across the bed, clamping his head between her legs, making him serve her genitals all night long; Feng Jie would then sleep soundly. He would also have to accept every grain of rice fed to his mouth by her toes under the table where she ate. He would also appear on her sofa, where she would sit on his face, enjoying the television drama while experiencing orgasm. When she was unhappy, he might appear in the toilet, his mouth forever open, waiting for the most unpalatable thing in the world to flow down his esophagus. He might also appear in the torture chamber, subjecting his body to the cruel baptism of high heels, leaving him covered in bruises each time. Often, on her unhappy days, time seemed to drag on endlessly.
[The End]

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