Black Plague (formerly known as Kuroshio)

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Chapter 1 The King of Spades
"Good evening, viewers. Welcome to Focus on Half the Sky. I'm your Chenchen." The girl who introduced herself as Chenchen on camera was actually named Yang Chenchen. Although she was only 20 years old and hadn't graduated from university yet, she was already quite well-known in the news industry. Not because she had a unique sensitivity to news, but because she was good at creating news, famous for exposing workplace unspoken rules. She had a tall figure of 172cm, long legs, a well-proportioned figure, and her F-cup breasts were particularly eye-catching. Her hot figure combined with her innocent face was so alluring that many naive business owners couldn't resist. The business owners became notorious, and their companies suffered. Yang Chenchen, however, became increasingly famous. For this, Yang offended many people and faced a joint boycott from the Chamber of Commerce. However, Yang Chenchen used her fame to create a talk show.
"Today's program is honored to have with us the 'Rose' of Mashan City's business community, Ms. Hu Lina, President Hu." As Yang Chenchen introduced her, the camera shifted to the side of the table, focusing on a woman in a white suit. Her beauty rivaled Yang Chenchen's; she had willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled like spring, and skin as smooth as ice. She looked only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, her striking and alluring appearance making it hard to associate her with a powerful businesswoman.
The woman waved her hands, smiling seductively, "Hello everyone."
With each wave of her arms, her enormous breasts swayed. These breasts, easily a J-cup, were accentuated by her arms. The suit was custom-made, fitted at the waist, with a wide black belt secured by a huge white button the size of a bowl, both cinching the waist and supporting her breasts. The dazzling white button was printed with a spade symbol from a playing card, with a hollow queen logo inside. Those familiar with the industry will recognize this as the Queen of Spades subculture that has swept the globe in recent years.
However, the Queen of Spades pattern is no coincidence; the suit's design is also unique. A wide black line extends upwards from the waistband at the back, merging into the large black round lapel. On either side of this line, a playing card is printed: the King of Spades and the Queen of Spades. The front of the lapel features a large black V-neck. The V-neck resembles a peach tip, and the large round lapel at the back connects with the wide line and the belt. If the suit is unfolded and pieced together, it forms a swastika pattern when viewed from above. Hu Lina, in the midst of spades, acts as a queen. This ingenious design is Hu Lina's masterpiece, designed to highlight her Queen of Spades brand.
The deep V-neck of her black suit plunged all the way down to her chest, revealing a large expanse of white chiffon blouse that couldn't contain her enormous breasts. Even through the blouse, the rounded contours of her breasts were palpable. The blouse, stretched taut, became almost transparent at the chest, revealing glimpses of her deep cleavage. On her left breast, half a Queen of Spades was visible.
And that wasn't all. A closer look at Hu's attire revealed the Queen of Spades logo on the seams of her black collar, behind her earlobes where her hair was styled up, on the gold nail polish of her waving left hand, and on her black-stockinged legs, two inches above her ankles. She was practically the embodiment of the Queen of Spades culture.
She habitually placed her breasts on the table in front of her, yet her body didn't lean forward at all. Her straight back, combined with her imposing breasts, accentuated her powerful CEO aura.
Faced with such enormous breasts, even Western actresses would pale in comparison; Yang Chenchen's F-cup looked rather ordinary.
Hu Lina lowered her hands, a purple silk scarf tied around her neck, adding a touch of elegance to her formal attire.
"We are honored to have with us the Eastern Giant, the soul of the women's rights movement, Yao Jingting." As Yang Chenchen introduced her, the camera panned to the other side of the table, revealing a stunning woman nearly two meters tall. Her beauty was breathtaking; her extraordinarily fair skin seemed to radiate light, instantly brightening the camera lens. Her whiteness surpassed the limits of Asian skin, even exceeding that of Caucasians; words like "fairy-snow-like" and "porcelain doll" were insufficient to describe it. Her small, oval face possessed an angelic, delicate beauty, with exquisitely beautiful features. She was a woman of unparalleled beauty, extraordinary and remarkable, with clear, bright eyes and a hint of heroic spirit between her brows.
"Stunningly beautiful, even the most breathtakingly beautiful women cannot fully describe it; her beauty surpasses that of a celestial being." Her stunning appearance made the other two goddesses look like ordinary people. She wore a fitted blue-gray sweater, and her enormous breasts were beyond description. Their sheer size on the table was startling; they occupied almost half of the large table. If Hu Lina's breasts were the limit, Yao had surpassed it. Yao had even pulled her chair back a bit, partly to accommodate her incredibly long legs (126cm in length, too long to fit at an angle) and partly to distance her breasts from the camera, making them appear less intimidating. Even so, her breasts still resembled mountains on the table, even knocking over the water glass Yang Chenchen had prepared.
"Hello everyone," Yao Jingting said with a composed yet polite smile, nodding to the camera. She clasped her hands together, supporting her chest, making her breasts appear as if they were a mountain pressing down on her.
These two sitting together are truly a case of a "boob goddess" meeting a "busty queen," it's unclear whether they're there to banter or compete with their breasts. However, while Mashan City, as a new first-tier city, has many successful people, it has few successful women. Among the top twenty, only these two are female powerhouses and heroines, making "Focusing on Women" a significant investment.
"We've invited you two today to discuss women's rights. Both are outstanding women in Mashan City, and you must have unique insights into women's rights,"
Yang Chenchen introduced. The camera then cut to the two at the table; "Focusing on Women" is a dialogue program. The two influential figures began asking each other questions.
"It's a real honor to sit with my idol, Yao Jingting, today. First of all, congratulations on being on the cover of Time magazine."
"Ms. Hu, you flatter me. Honors are only temporary; advocating for the legitimate and reasonable rights of women is what truly matters. You and I both represent a segment of women in Mashan City, and today we hope to speak out for the women we represent and jointly address women's rights issues. Let's begin." "
Yes, okay. Women's rights became a major focus in our city five years ago. Back then, you, Yao, led a group of people in marches and demonstrations, constantly putting pressure on them, and finally resolved the discrimination against women in job applications and the issue of women's workplace rights. I must say, Yao was truly brave and decisive. That one time she took her clothes off in front of People's Square was like detonating two nuclear bombs on her chest, instantly awe-inspiring everyone." Hu Lina spoke first.
"That happened a long time ago. I was young and impetuous then, and my actions were somewhat excessive. Actually, there were better solutions," Yao said somewhat apologetically.
"The feminist holy war has now ended for five years. We know that many federations have been established throughout the province since then. Everyone admires you greatly, and some have even erected statues of you. Yet, you chose to withdraw from the federation three years ago. Why?" Hu continued to ask.
"With everyone's support and love, and through our joint efforts, the feminist struggle has achieved a phased victory, and society is more fair and just. However, for personal reasons, I want to take care of my family."
"Is it because you need to take care of your husband and children? Why isn't it the man who takes care of the family? Is this a compromise between feminism and male power?" Hu pressed for an answer.
"No, this is a personal matter. Besides, I don't believe that the division of labor within the family is a concession of feminism to male power. What we mean by feminism is freedom and equality. It's about having the right to choose between family and career."
"That's a real pity. The current environment is complex and volatile; the Women's Rights Federation needs a legendary figure like you to guide them in their direction."
"They're doing very well now. I'm not considering it for now, and I'm giving others a chance. Like you, Ms. Hu. You are an invaluable leader for the Federation."
"I don't deserve such praise. Actually, I was also a member of the Women's Rights Federation, and I participated in the Holy War, so in a way, we were comrades-in-arms. Now the Federation seems to have a new name, is it the Mulan Cult or the Nuwa Cult? Does that mean I and Goddess Yao are the same kind of believers?"
“I wouldn’t presume to call myself a believer. Yes, President Hu’s support for the women’s rights movement is something that Yao and I will never forget. But President Hu, your understanding of women’s rights seems to differ from ours now.”
“Hmm… I think society allows for multiple voices. I have my own views on women’s rights, so I chose to withdraw. You allow women to have their own ideas, right?”
“So you chose the Queen of Spades?” Yao questioned.
"Black Spade Q is a women's clothing brand I founded. I don't think it has anything to do with feminism. I don't know what Goddess Yao wants to ask."
"Then let me add something. Just now, President Hu mentioned that the environment has become more complex and volatile in recent years. I now believe that the issue of feminism is no longer just about the relationship between men and women within the same country. There are even bigger issues between different races. So, as a former comrade-in-arms, do you still hold firm to your original intentions and treat all races equally when it comes to the issue of feminism between different races?"
"Okay, Goddess Yao, I've never actually considered the issue of feminism between different races before. However, I believe that I will be in line with my idol's opinion on this matter and follow your lead. In recent years, there has indeed been a large influx of black people into our Mashan City. Some people say that they are lazy, barbaric, and rude, bringing us a higher crime rate, worse public security, and a worse social atmosphere, affecting social stability. We know that Goddess Yao is of mixed Chinese and British descent and has been invited to serve as a Sino-British Friendship Ambassador and a Sino-African Friendship Ambassador. I think Goddess Yao's views on this matter are more authoritative and objective."
“Everything has its unstable phases, and urban development is no exception. The influx of people from other countries is an essential condition for our rapidly developing city. I think we should accept it. Furthermore, I don’t agree with categorizing people by skin color and ethnicity. It’s not that Europeans and whites are inherently noble and elegant, nor that Africans and blacks are inherently barbaric and rude. I don’t agree with labeling and categorizing people. Rudeness, barbarity, and laziness are exceptions; every race has its own individual cases. And most of the African people I know are friendly.” Yao Jingting first commented on the black people.
“Indeed, Goddess Yao’s awareness is different from that of ordinary people. I admire you even more. Most black people come from underdeveloped countries, haven’t received a good education, some even come from primitive societies, have pitiful backgrounds, and haven’t seen much of the world. Those who come to study in our country are elites selected through rigorous processes by both countries. Society shouldn’t judge black people based on preconceived notions from movies and TV shows.” Hu Lina added fuel to the fire after Yao Jingting’s comments.
"I did not admit that they are all elites, just as I do not believe they are all barbaric thugs. Please, Mr. Hu, do not try to change the subject. Furthermore, what I believe in being friendly to Black people should be between friends, not the groveling, begging, or pilgrimage-like friendliness of certain organizations," Yao clarified her point of view. "I believe that the attitude towards Black people should be impartial, neither resisting nor groveling, and certainly not tattooing a symbol of groveling and demeaning oneself, or even taking photos at a rally at my alma mater." Yao
was referring to an event held three months prior at her university's sports field, where 999 young women from Mashan, wearing blue-and-white porcelain-patterned tight-fitting cheongsams with the Queen of Spades logo printed on them, the cheongsams slit up to their thighs, and strappy high heels, all had the Queen of Spades tattooed on the outer side of their left thighs, near the straps of their shoes. As soon as Yao finished speaking, the background image of the "Focus on Half the Sky" program displayed a group photo of 999 tattooed ankles.
The girls in the front row were kneeling on one knee, exposing their left legs, the girls in the middle were standing, their left legs hooked around the shoulders of those in front, and the girls in the last row were standing on benches. This group photo of 999 people with Queen of Spades tattoos clearly took a lot of effort. Although it's a group photo of a thousand people, you can immediately spot the voluptuous woman in the center who stands out from the crowd. Wearing a traditional Chinese cheongsam with a blue-and-white porcelain design, her J-cup breasts are strikingly prominent, creating an effect reminiscent of a Western erotic film. Her mature figure seems out of place among the still-childish children. This woman is Hu Lina, and the girl next to her is very likely a student.
"Ms. Hu, so what's the purpose of this event? Is it a showcase of your new product? Why hold it at a university? What exactly does the Queen of Spades logo mean?" Yao asked.
"It's a university social event, all university students. As the sponsor, Queen of Spades is our brand, and I just wanted to ask the students to promote it. What's so strange about them displaying our logo?" Hu Lina replied.
Indeed, looking at the picture alone, you can only feel the youthful charm of the girls, nothing unusual. However, some scattered photos circulating on the alma mater's forum have a surprisingly deeper meaning. Photos surfaced showing girls in erotic black or white underwear with the words "im for black cock" printed on them, their high-slit skirts revealing women lying down with their legs spread in a welcoming pose. There were also photos of large, bloated black hands grasping the girls' fair, tattooed ankles. And photos of several girls kneeling, squatting, or standing around a black man, leaning on him and caressing him with ecstatic expressions.
However, these suggestive photos were not approved for broadcast, so Yao Jingting couldn't list them to question Hu. Lost in thought, she lowered her long, crossed legs, then changed direction, returning them to their elegant, ladylike position, forming a graceful pose reminiscent of Lady Sedan. His exceptionally long legs, measuring 126 centimeters below the crotch, are listed in the Guinness World Records. He wears grey tapered trousers that resemble capri pants, revealing only a small section of his slender, almost translucent white calves. Black ankle boots encase his size 35 feet. A red braided rope is tied to his left ankle, adorned with a tiny Chinese knot less than 3 centimeters long and an empty bullet casing. Yao carries this casing with him year-round, wearing it as an anklet, bracelet, or pendant. This military-themed accessory lends him a slightly mysterious, general-like air.
After adjusting his posture, Yao spoke.
"Looking at this rally alone, there's nothing particularly special about it. Let's connect it to the rape case on Yutian Road six months ago."
"At noon, the streets were sparsely populated. A girl, let's call her Fangzi, was walking alone on Yutian Road when she was raped in the street by a black man. Fangzi resisted and cried for help, but no one around helped."
"Afterwards, Fangzi reported it to the police, but they refused to take the case, telling her that the perpetrator was black and they couldn't do anything about it, at most they could deport him. They suggested Fangzi settle it privately." "
Fangzi requested to see the Yutian Road surveillance footage, and the police showed it to her first. But the next day they said the hard drive was broken and the footage was lost. Fangzi insisted on reporting it to the police and waited a month before the case was officially opened. The case made no progress; the black perpetrator couldn't be found. Fangzi mobilized people around her for help, and after another month, with the help of her boyfriend, classmates, best friends, and family, they finally found the rapist after exposing the incident to the media."
"The man turned out to be a doctoral student studying abroad. At this point, public opinion was sharply divided. Many netizens commented that a student studying abroad couldn't possibly commit rape; there must have been some conflict between the two, and they were curious about their relationship. Even when Fangzi's boyfriend came forward to prove they didn't know each other, netizens didn't believe him."
"Fangzi withstood the pressure and persisted until the first trial. The verdict was shocking; the court acquitted the black man. The reason was that Fangzi had a Queen of Spades tattoo on her ankle. Yes, the same tattoo as Mr. Hu's. Because of this small tattoo, the black man insisted that they were a couple and that Fangzi got the tattoo to show her loyalty. Now, with no CCTV footage and no witnesses, Fangzi was speechless. After announcing the verdict, the judge considered that although they were a couple, doing such a thing in the street was indecent, gave them a verbal warning, and made the black man and Fangzi write a public apology."
"This made Fangzi a symbol of sluts. She was despised by everyone. Those who had believed in Fangzi lamented that they had been deceived by her pitiful appearance and scorned her, while those who had doubted Fangzi smugly mocked her, openly saying that they also had a Queen of Spades tattoo and wanted a black boyfriend, while Fangzi, who had a black boyfriend, was dishonest and made false police reports, and they also scorned her. But Fangzi herself said that she just thought that all her classmates had gotten this tattoo and that it was cool."
"As time went by, the matter was gradually suppressed by the media and the school, but two months later, the situation took a turn. The Black man who was originally the defendant sued Fangzi, claiming that she didn't want to break up, cried and made a scene, and even demanded to have sex in the street. She not only scratched the Black man's face but also ruined his reputation, and the court ordered Fangzi to pay her medical expenses."
"This caused an uproar online. The girls who showed off their Queen of Spades tattoos condemned Fangzi for being ungrateful, while the boys who had previously supported her now called her shameless. Fangzi, who was originally a victim, was now seen as the perpetrator. At this point, Fangzi kept hoping to find surveillance footage and witnesses, but she couldn't find any. After her relatives and friends learned about the Queen of Spades tattoo, they also began to doubt her and distanced themselves from her. Especially her boyfriend, who had thought that the pitiful Fangzi was a chaste and virtuous lady, but turned out to be a 'green tea' who cheated on her with a Black man and even got a tattoo for him. Feeling greatly insulted, her boyfriend cursed Fangzi online every day, wishing her AIDS."
"Fangzi was like someone infected with the plague; everyone distanced themselves from her. A few days later, isolated and helpless, she appeared in court to apologize, admitting that the two were in a relationship and paying medical expenses."
"This outcome seemed to be what netizens had hoped for. The boys and girls who had initially supported Fangzi felt she was shameless, soliciting sex in the street like a bitch. The girls with the Queen of Spades tattoo, besides joining in the condemnation, also inquired about the details of her street sex experience and desperately sought the black man's contact information."
"This reveals the morbid state of our online public opinion. Fangzi, as the victim, couldn't speak out, while the condemnation and insults against her were overwhelming. Fangzi's body was raped once on Yutian Road, but her spirit had been held captive by public opinion, her mouth and nose gagged, raped countless times."
"But this wasn't the end. Three months later, the black man sued Fangzi again, this time with even more explosive content. Fangzi was described as a woman who specifically sold herself to the black man, that she sold herself on the street on Yutian Road, then demanded higher prices afterward, leading to a dispute with the black man."
"The Black man also presented numerous obscene photos of Fangzi wearing only Only for BBC underwear and spade nipple covers, as well as a video of Fangzi soliciting prostitution. In the video, Fangzi called the Black men 'daddy' and called on them to 'use me, fuck me.' Someone claiming to be Fangzi's best friend also said she was always promiscuous." "
This time, Fangzi admitted to all her wrongdoings, calling herself a shameless slut and begging for forgiveness from the Black men, even kneeling and pleading. After the trial, the school expelled Fangzi for prostitution. We contacted Fangzi before the second trial, but she had become withdrawn and unwilling to communicate or cooperate. This time, Fangzi disappeared after the verdict. Just like that, Fangzi went from a helpless victim to a street prostitute."
“However, the whole case is full of doubts. Since the Black man had these photos and materials, why didn't he produce them sooner? Why couldn't the surveillance footage be produced? Why was no one willing to testify? And why did that so-called best friend kick him while he was down at the crucial moment? Nobody cares. The internet is full of praise for the conclusion of the case.” Yao Jingting said sadly.
“So, is the Queen of Spades just Mr. Hu's women's clothing brand? We checked the information and got another shocking piece of news from the girl with the Queen of Spades tattoo.”
“The Queen of Spades culture, short for Queen of Spades, is a subculture that has gradually grown internationally. Girls believe that getting this symbol tattooed on their bodies is a way of showing that they admire Black people, that they belong to Black people, a kind of self-objectification, a behavior of inferiority and self-deprecation. It has long been popular in Europe and America, and now it has spread to our country. However, it also has a more erotic interpretation, which I can't say out loud, and the program won't allow it to be broadcast. You can follow our Women's Rights Federation website, where there will be an explanation.” Yao Jingting said.
“Goddess Yao, aren’t you overinterpreting this? It’s just a trademark brand. As for what the international community thinks, I don’t go online, so I don’t know,” Hu Lina said.
“Overinterpreting? Fang Zi’s whereabouts are still unknown. It’s because she didn’t understand the meaning of that tattoo. I’m warning all the female students here: don’t be curious or follow the trend and get this tattoo just because you think it’s cool. We don’t want Fang Zi’s tragedy to repeat itself.”
“What tragedy? She was just a student working part-time as a prostitute. Didn’t she admit it herself? Her fate was her own fault, it has nothing to do with our brand. We can’t smear our brand because of one prostitute.”
"Combining these two events, our conclusion is shocking. Did all 999 students who attended the rally really know the meaning of this tattoo? Does the increasing number of people getting this symbol mean they are willing to be raped? I hope all students will wake up. Your life is your own; don't treat it lightly. Also, I want to remind all female students that if you are raped, regardless of whether the perpetrator is Black or Asian, shout for help. I also urge fellow countrymen on the street not to be indifferent, but to help stop the rape, resist the rape, or call the police. If you already have a tattoo, get it removed immediately. If you have a tattoo and are raped, and things get to the point where you can't get justice, contact the Women's Rights Federation or me first. We will always stand with you."
“Where would I be raped? If a small tattoo means I’m willing to be raped, then wouldn’t I be unable to leave the house with the Queen of Spades tattooed all over me? This is just our brand logo; everyone may interpret its meaning differently. But we still welcome everyone to get this symbol of trendiness tattooed on us. To thank you for your promotion, each person who gets a tattoo can come to our company and receive 1000 yuan.” Hu Lina became more and more agitated as she spoke, her large breasts on the table trembling with her aggressive demeanor.
“Ms. Hu, you’re even doing business on TV shows now. How about we change our ‘Focus on Half the Sky’ logo to the Queen of Spades? Hehe.” Yang Chenchen eased the tension between the two.
“Sorry, I lost my composure. I got too excited seeing my idol, Goddess Yao.” Hu Lina smoothed her bangs. "Goddess Yao, I don't know where you got the idea that getting this tattoo is a misunderstanding about worshipping black people, but I certainly don't. Although you are three years younger than me, I sincerely admire you, and not only me, but all the female compatriots with the Queen of Spades tattoo, and the black compatriots from Africa, they also admire the true goddess of Mashan City, you, Yao Jingting!"
"During your university years, you went to Africa with 17 of Asia's most outstanding socialites for aid work. You were the most beautiful and elegant among them. Wherever you went, drought-stricken lands received rain, and war-torn areas gained peace. The African people revered you like a god, bowing and praying before you. After returning home, you led us in the women's rights holy war, freeing us from gender discrimination and allowing us to enjoy the benefits we deserve. We often say 'goddess,' perhaps referring only to appearance, but in the hearts of Chenchen, myself, and most citizens, you are truly a living goddess. Several large branches of the Women's Rights Federation have erected sculptures of you to commemorate your great achievements. And our African compatriots and women with the Queen of Spades tattoo kneel devoutly before these sculptures—this is their true faith. How could someone who believes in you be a rapist?"
"President Hu, I think you've misunderstood. The goddess sculpted by the Women's Rights Federation isn't me, but Nuwa. I don't want to engage in a personality cult. I had already left the Federation when they built the sculpture. The Federation suggested Nuwa as their deity, but Nuwa has various images, and they wanted to use my image, so they consulted me. I believe their choice to worship this mother goddess who nurtures and creates life helps strengthen their confidence and perseverance. Faith makes them more resolute when facing difficulties, so I support it. This aligns with our original intention in founding the Women's Rights Federation. As for the sculpture you mentioned, that's not me; it just uses my image," Yao Jingting continued.
"My fellow members of the Women's Rights Federation believe that I led them to achieve equality and rights, so they insist on using my image, not because they believe in me. My suffering compatriots in Africa do not worship me either; it just so happens that the aid team encountered me on the day they arrived in the arid and barren land. My aura and the natural glow of my skin created a misconception for them. As for the ceasefires that followed and the inclusion of a god of sustenance in their religions, this was simply an amplification of the mythological effect from the first day."
“President Hu, I’ve always emphasized that while the people of Africa appear friendly, our lenient environment gives them the opportunity to commit crimes. A wolf in a cage won’t eat you, but once released, it might. Furthermore, sincere prayers cannot cover up sins. Forgiving sins is God’s job, and we must make criminals pay the price,” Yao Jingting said indignantly.
“In recent years, there have been many cases of women going missing in Black neighborhoods, and recently it’s become even more frequent, yet few have been solved. The criminals are still at large. One prayer, and God forgives them, but what about the women’s families? They are still waiting anxiously for their return,” Yao Jingting asked.
“There are quite a few missing persons cases, but are these women themselves without fault? Why are they the ones who go missing? They walk around in Black neighborhoods dressed provocatively, not paying attention to their own protection. Aren’t they the ones who entice them to commit crimes? If they behaved properly, were upright, and behaved law-abiding citizens, wouldn’t they be safe?” Hu Lina said.
"Doesn't President Hu care whether they're wearing clothes with the Queen of Spades or have tattoos of the Queen of Spades? This view of President Hu's is very common among netizens, and many people support it. But I think this is a logical fallacy, equating women's clothing with sexual innuendo, and considering revealing clothing as tacit consent or even an invitation to invasion. In reality, we cannot restrict women's freedom of dress just because of men's sexual impulses. We know that in some countries women are required to cover themselves completely in black veils when going out, but the crime rate has not decreased. In addition, in ancient my country, men were sexually aroused by the sight of women's feet, but since the liberation of thought in my country, seeing feet has become commonplace, which has actually suppressed men's impulses. So on the contrary, freedom of dress can prevent sexual impulses. Therefore, we should not compromise for the sake of freedom of dress," Yao Jingting said.
"But when other women are relatively normal, revealing clothing makes one look alluring, carrying a hint of sexual innuendo, doesn't it? Does it mean dressing up as someone full of desire while pretending to be virtuous? Why test human nature, why test desire? And you, Goddess Yao, in terms of our attire today, you are the most conservative. Why don't you uphold your theory of freedom of dress and dress revealingly?"
"Freedom of dress isn't about flaunting exposure; it's about allowing women the right to diverse choices. My clothing style is my habit. We don't want to be forced or prohibited from doing certain things; this is our desire for equal rights. For example, if wolves outside the city eat people, does that mean people inside the city are forbidden from going out? The wolves are at fault for eating people, not the people who go out. It's not that I expect wolves to eat me if I go out, or that going out proves I'm restless—that's the wolf's thinking. I simply yearn for freedom and want the ability to try different things. Besides, this isn't a test of human nature; it's a right that must be fought for in the struggle for women's rights."
"But eating people is also in the nature of wolves. How can we make them change their nature?"
“The wolf that's wrong is the one that eats people. We should get rid of the wolf and keep the friendly ones.”
“Goddess Yao’s insight is unique and indeed true. The content captured by voyeurs on the street is nothing compared to the exposed parts of women in swimming pools. Yet people still like the content captured by voyeurs. Perhaps mystery is what stimulates male desire, but this sinful desire is not what most of us women want. I hope that one day in the future, women can walk shirtless, or even naked, on the street without any disturbance. Perhaps that day will be true freedom and equality.” Yang Chenchen, fearing the debate would continue, quickly summarized.
“Regarding the frequent disappearances of women mentioned by Mr. Hu, the public security department has intervened in the investigation. Focus on Women will continue to follow this story and bring you the latest developments.”
“There are still many different voices in society regarding the issue of women’s clothing. Mr. Hu’s view is also very common. However, our program time is limited, so we won’t elaborate today. Let’s agree to disagree. Thank you both for joining us. That’s all for today’s program. Thank you for watching.” Yang Chenchen concluded.
In the black neighborhood of Mashan City, a monitor was broadcasting "Focus on Half the Sky." "Tch, what a fucking waste. Two big boobs talking, but only their faces are shown. I'm really satisfied with Yao's face, but Hu, that slut, looks like she just finished licking someone's dick and still wants more.
She's asking for it." A black man with a shaved head, wearing a tight t-shirt and showing off his muscular chest and shoulders, said to his companion. "She's always been the kind of slut who licks our dicks. No different from that bitch last night. Oh, and she licked Old K's dick a few days ago too." His companion, wearing a plaid shirt, dreadlocks, and glasses, with similarly dark skin, replied disdainfully. The two were sitting in the monitoring room, one of the monitors broadcasting "Focus on Half the Sky." In the upper right corner was a black watermark of "bk". The "b" consisted of a woman in high heels and a stick with a glans penis on top and a gun barrel on the bottom. The stick was on the left, while the woman on the right had her back to it, her chest out, back arched, arms raised above her head, hugging the stick, her buttocks pressed against it, her legs bent, and the heels of her high heels pressing against the stick. There was a hollowed-out spade shape on the woman's bulging breasts, and the "k" was shaped like a goat's horn. It seemed to be a TV station logo.
"Was that screaming bitch you hung up and fucked last night the one you mentioned on the show?" asked the man with the dreadlocks.
"Haha, of course," replied the man with the dreadlocks. It turned out this man was the perpetrator of the rape case on Yutian Road. "We're sending her to the island soon, so of course we have to have our fill first." "
You dare to do it in broad daylight, right there in the street, I admire you," said the man with the dreadlocks.
"Weren't you video chatting with the basketball team captain while also messing with their cheerleader? The whole team was watching, and they were even a couple. You're way more arrogant than me," said the dreadlocks.
"Haha, same to you. Thanks to you for sending me to study in Mashan, I had the chance to be arrogant. There's food, money, and sex here. It's much better than Africa," said the dreadlocks, smug and lewd. "But now I've messed things up. That video angered the basketball team, and they've rallied all the boys in the school to hunt me down. A bunch of sissies, terrible at basketball, but very enthusiastic about beating people up." "
No problem, no big deal. You joined our Black Emperor Cult today, bring Teacher Feng tomorrow, get a Queen of Spades tattooed on her ankle, and then hand her over to Old K. We'll guarantee your safety," said the dreadlocks.
"Senior, this is the only card I have left. I only escaped from school because of her," said the dreadlocks.
"Don't worry, once you join the Black King Cult, we'll be your solid backing. You can do whatever you want, even be arrogant and domineering."
"The Black King Cult is so powerful. What kind of organization are we exactly?" asked the man with the dreadlocks.
"Black King, we black people founded a cult. Let me show you." The man with the dreadlocks clicked the mouse, switching the computer to a website with a huge "BK" logo. Entering the charter, it stated: "
Racial Theory: Black people have superior genes, strong physiques, and long, thick penises. They are the symbol of leaders and elites, possessing the beauty of wild power, strong reproductive ability, and outstanding sexual prowess. They are the most respectful of nature, in harmony with nature, and integrated into the world—the perfect race, favored by God, the best of the best, and deeply loved by women worldwide." "
Queen of Spades Culture: A growing subculture where women of other races, aware of their inherent genetic disadvantages, desire to have sex with and bear children with genetically perfect black people. So they actively tattooed the Queen of Spades on their bodies to express their desire to give their bodies to Black men, while also warning men of other races that their bodies belonged to Black men and that they could only accept sex with Black men, and that inferior races should not defile their bodies.
At a deeper level, this subculture is underpinned by a philosophy that leads women to see themselves as the "property" of Black men. Therefore, it's not merely an expression of preference, but a form of self-objectification. It also utilizes ancient patriarchal concepts that women are either wives or prostitutes, with no other desires beyond pleasing men sexually and becoming "slaves" to their penises. They discuss this interracial lifestyle using religious terminology, employing phrases like "conversion to other women" or "seeing the light.
" The Queen of Spades symbol, typically a hollow q in a deck of spades, but with other complex variations, stands for Black Queen, signifying a desire to be the queen of Black women. The spade itself, besides representing Blackness, symbolizes a woman's buttocks at the top and a Black man's penis at the bottom. The entire symbol implies that Black men can have sex with me.
Mission: Black people, hearing the call of women worldwide, generously travel from afar to fulfill the wishes of the Queen of Spades, sowing black seeds upon Mother Earth. These Black people call themselves Black Kings, or BKs for short, the selfless sowers and seed-planters among Black people.
Vision: To make all women Queens, with the Black Kings choosing the most fortunate to conceive and bear the perfect next generation.
The Black Kings formed a collective, the Black Kings Cult. Its founders included a white man named Smith, a Black man named Howard, and a Black man named George. They were known as the Hand of God. Their base was on Black King Island on the North Pacific coast.
Before the establishment of the Black Kings Cult, the Queens of Spades also formed an organization, the Queen of Spades Society. Therefore, to better unify, gather, and promote the Queen of Spades subculture, these women, who worship Black people, joined the Black Kings Cult in reclassifying races. Based on masculinity, physical strength, and penis size and hardness, races are categorized as follows: Black Emperor > Queen of Spades > Black Woman > White Man > Yellow Man
After this classification, each role has a clear definition. The Black Emperor holds a supreme position, being the emperor and king of all other races. He enjoys the right to have sex with all Queens of Spades and the right to dispose of other races.
Queens of Spades are the Black Emperor's empresses, second only to him in rank. However, in the presence of the Black Emperor, they are merely lowly sex slaves, willing to be impregnated. They must actively objectify themselves, no longer enjoying human rights. Besides sacrificing everything to gain benefits for the Black Emperor, their sole goal is to please his penis and bear his offspring.
White and Yellow men are the most lowly, forced to either become cuckolds, bastards, or both. They no longer enjoy the right to sex, are forbidden from impregnating, and must serve both the Black Emperor and the Queens of Spades. Otherwise, they are not recognized by the Black Emperor's cult and the Queens of Spades, and are considered enemies.
The Black King Cult has established a new rule regarding the spade tattoo, the symbol of the Queen of Spades. Women who tattoo the spade symbol on their bodies are conveying a message that they are willing to have sex with the Black King and be impregnated by him. Once the Black King receives this message, he can have sex with her, and even impregnate her, anytime and anywhere. The Queen of Spades has no right to refuse! This rule is above the laws of any country, and those who renege will face terrifying sanctions from the Black King Cult and the Spade Association.
In reality, the spade tattoo rule is also considered an unspoken rule by police in various countries. It's a symbol of a woman actively seeking love, and the Queen of Spades has no right to retract or file a complaint. In other words, after getting the Queen of Spades tattooed, a woman is defenseless against the Black King. Even if she is raped in the street or gang-raped, it's her own fault.
"So that's why you were so confident in raping her," said the woman with the ditch hair.
"Yeah. Her cries for help and calling the police were useless. I even warned her that if she dared to call the police, I'd do it to her again," the woman with the dreadlocks reminisced. "Her hole was really amazing; I even made her bleed. She struggled and begged for help at first, but after a few thrusts, she calmed down and started to get a little wet. She was still pleading and crying. A few losers rode past me on bicycles, trying to get off and ask what was wrong, but I yelled at them and chased them away. When she saw the losers leave, she looked at the sky in despair and resignation, tears still on her face, pale and powerless, only able to let me ravage her. After I finished, I licked her tears and warned her, 'If you dare call the police, I'll fuck you until you can't walk.'"
"And she actually dared to call the police. After the second trial, I fucked her again, not only filming it but also demanding that she upload it to the Spade Q forum, so you can see it." The dreadlocks said proudly. He opened a link and entered another webpage dominated by black, yellow, and pink. The logo at the top of the forum read "Queen of Spades," and the background of the logo was filled with high heels, lipstick, breasts, buttocks, and the spade q. The entire page was filled with images of black dicks and the Queen of Spades tattoos. Ankles, chests, inner thighs, behind earlobes, necks, backs, navels, groins, even genitals—various spade tattoos on delicate yellow skin asserted dominance. At the top was a convention agreement, and the pinned news headline read, "Thousands of spades and King gather on campus to celebrate the 3rd anniversary of the Queen of Spades forum."
It seemed this was the Queen of Spades forum. The author quickly found a video of "Fangzi" being raped after her second trial. In the video, Fangzi was pinned to the ground, her hands tied together and raised above her head. She apologized and moaned. Letters were painted on her face with lipstick: "wh" on the left, "re" on the right, her lips resembling an "o," which together spelled "whore," meaning prostitute. Above her breasts, it said "BBC slut," and on the right, "black daddy fuck me." Between her breasts were Chinese characters, apologizing to the Black King with her lewd body. On her genitals, it said "only for BBC," with an arrow pointing towards her vulva.
The dreadlocks grabbed her waist and pounded into her. "You think you're so tough? You dare to sue me. I'm doing you a favor by raping you. Call me daddy!"
"Uh... I was wrong... uh..." Fangzi sobbed. "Spare me... ah! I... I was ignorant... ah... ah... I didn't keep the agreement, I deserve to die... but... but I won't die... I... ah... I want... I want to atone for my sins with my lewd body! To have a child for daddy..."
"Ah... fuck me to death... fuck..." Fangzi's pale face was filled with despair, her handcuffed hands and spread legs swaying weakly with the dreadlocks' ravaging.
"You filthy bitch, this is what happens when you sue me, daddy will fuck you to death. BBC slut!" The dreadlocks slapped her face while cursing her as a slut.
"Fuck!" The dreadlocks finished, stood up, and shook his dark penis, the murky, foul semen splashing onto Fangzi's chest. The camera slowly panned to Fangzi. Her breasts were like small bowls, her figure slender, her pink skin covered in finger marks. There were cuts on her wrists, suggesting a possible suicide attempt. A white, viscous liquid mixed with blood flowed from Fangzi's pink vulva, indicating it had been drained. She resignedly closed her eyes, but the pain in her body and mind was etched on her tightly furrowed brows.
A slender hand stroked her cheek, the fingers adorned with spade queen nail polish glitter. A soft voice spoke to Fangzi, saying something similar to what Yao Jingting had said.
"This world isn't worth your time. This man only raped you once, but netizens have raped you countless times. This man raped you to make you see the world clearly; you should be grateful to him. And I saved you; your life is mine. Be the ultimate spade queen. We all support you."
Hearing this, Fangzi's furrowed brows relaxed. The video was short, only five minutes long. The post was made by Fangzi and had been set by the administrators to disable comments.
"Her pussy is so tight, she bleeds every time we do it. It only takes two thrusts to go all the way in, and she screams in pain. Seeing her in pain gives me a really good feeling," the dreadlocks said smugly. "Oh, by the way, joining the Queen of Spades involves an oath. It's about reading aloud the meaning of the Queen of Spades symbol to us Black Kings. This slut read it too, let me show you."
The woman with the dreadlocks clicked on Fangzi's profile picture. The picture showed Fangzi wearing a pink collar with the words "BBC Ownered." Clicking on the oath section below, a video started playing. Fangzi adjusted her phone, sitting cross-legged on the bed, completely naked, holding up her ID card and saying to the camera, "Dear masters, fathers, Black Kings, Queens, hello everyone, I am the newly recruited Queen of Spades, my real name is xx, my ID number is xxx. I am 19 years old, 166cm tall, weigh 45kg, bust..."
After introducing her basic information, Fangzi curled her legs up and pointed to the tattoo on her ankle, saying, "I voluntarily join the Queen of Spades organization. This is my organization tattoo, and also my dog tag, my slave mark." Afraid the camera wouldn't see it clearly, she took a close-up photo. Fangzi's skin was white and smooth, making the black tattoo particularly conspicuous. It was this sinful tattoo that forced her onto her current path.
"These are my cheap breasts, only a C-cup, not full enough. I will definitely work hard in the future to satisfy the fathers." Saying this, she cupped her breasts for a close-up.
"This is my cunt, still pink, so tight and tender, often gets bleeds from being penetrated, needs to be developed." She spread her legs, giving a close-up.
Then she put the phone back, adjusted it to show her whole body, sat cross-legged, spread her pink cunt, revealing her face, breasts, cunt, and the tattoos on her feet. She began to swear, "From the moment I got the tattoo, I renounced this name before Black Emperor Daddy, calling myself a lowly slave, my body and soul belong to the organization and Black Emperor Daddy. This lowly slave joined the organization not only because of lust, but also because after seeing Black Emperor Daddy, I felt the insurmountable gap between our genes. Black Emperor Daddy's radiance made this lowly slave kneel down. This lowly slave is dust, while Black Emperor is the sun. This lowly slave voluntarily gives up human rights, to be Black Emperor Daddy's sex slave, comfort woman, bitch's cum basin, possessive of flesh hole, slutty cunt, whore, slut, cock sheath." "For the Queen of Spades, I am forever loyal to the Black Emperor Cult and the Queen of Spades Society. It is an honor for this lowly slave to have any Black Emperor father use my body at any time and place. I will immediately kneel down, spread my legs, and await my master's favor. My body belongs only to the Black Emperor father; other lowly races are forbidden to touch it. Regardless of my nationality or age, my tattoos will never be washed off, my legs will always be open, and my cunt will always be wet." With each oath Fangzi swore, her pink cunt would involuntarily clench, until it was glistening with a crystalline sheen.
Below the video were several staged photos. Fangzi was wearing a school uniform, kneeling on the ground with her hands behind her back, a pink collar around her neck, and being led by a chain about the thickness of a finger. Then she took off her clothes one by one. Her white thong had "I for Black Cock" written on it, and the image of a woman with her legs spread wide was incongruous with Fangzi's innocent appearance. She had Queen of Spades nipple covers on her breasts and a Queen of Spades sticker on her vulva.
Fangzi took many photos, some of which showed her wearing black nipple covers with "fuck me" written on them, and others of her wearing "I love BBC, BBC only." These were the evidence that "dirty-haired" accused her of using during the third trial.
The post was met with widespread approval. "You filthy bitch, if you knew this would happen, why did you even bother? You should have just obediently knelt down and let Black Emperor Daddy do it."
"You even falsely accused Daddy, and you even resisted? If it were me, I would have already spread my legs and waited."
"Daddy, come and do me. She only has tattoos on her ankles, but I have tattoos of the Queen of Spades on my chest, waist, and butt, I'm just missing my forehead. I'm so obedient, why don't you come?"
"Daddy, come find me, I can do the splits, I can spread my legs wide."
"You slut, you want to be a virtuous woman while being a whore. What are you pretending for in front of Daddy?
Show me how filthy and whore you are." "You even scratched Daddy's abs, I'll kill this filthy bitch."
"Daddy, so pitiful, framed and accused, let me comfort Daddy. I'll atone for her sins with my body."
An administrator commented, "Since you swore an oath, you're a good sister serving Black Emperor Daddy together, don't talk back to others like that."
Then the comment changed to, "Welcome to the group, dear. You're so innocent."
"Your skin is so white. Let's go serve Black Emperor Daddy together next time,"
the dreadlocked man said, pointing at the forum. "The women here are all pretty good, comparable to Fangzi and your cheerleader. The key is, you don't need to chase them, not even get to know them. They all have Queen of Spades tattoos, like their trademarks. When you go to an event, you touch her tattoo, and she knows it, lying down and letting you fuck her. I only started playing the rape game because I got tired of submissive fucking."
"Any slut with a Queen of Spades tattoo on her ankle can be fucked as much as you want. They can't resist or refuse. If anything happens, we'll take care of it for you."
"These 7-point beauties in other people's eyes are just ordinary stuff here. Your teacher Feng Ruonan is barely an 8-point. But how does she compare to Hu the bitch?"
"She's way inferior to Hu Da Nai. Hu Da Nai's breasts, her perky butt, her temperament, her figure—she's one of the best in the world. How can Feng Bitch compare? Compared to her, Feng Bitch looks like an undeveloped little girl. Hu Lina compared to Feng Ruonan is like Feng Ruonan compared to a washboard," said Di Gou Tou. "I saw she has tattoos on her ankles too. Can she just fuck anyone?" Di Gou Tou's eyes were filled with excitement.
"Haha, fuck anyone? You're not worthy. Did you see the ring on her foot? Pay more attention when you have the chance. While women with ankle tattoos are from the Black Queen Society, and are part of our bitch gang, bitches with rings on their left feet are exclusive slaves within the Black Emperor Cult," said Dreadlocks.
"Since they're exclusive slaves of our Black Emperor Cult, why can't we fuck them?" Di Gou Tou asked.
"There's a lot to learn about the foot rings. Only a Black Emperor at the Apostle level can fully understand them. The hierarchy between Black Emperors and sex slaves, and the distinctions between tribes, can't be explained in a few words. You'll learn about it gradually within the Black Emperor system. I'll just tell you a little bit." The dreadlocks opened the pinned post about Thousand Spades and Black Emperor's father's school anniversary celebration. They found Hu Lina's solo photo. "Her toes are so thin, with a crimson-red manicure, and the letter 'q' inlaid with rhinestones on her thumb and pinky. And that flashy anklet, she's fucking asking for it."
"Look at this ring, red background with a spade inside, and then an 'a' inside that. The red background means she's from the leader's tribe, not ours. Our tribal leader is Smith, and his ring is blue. Just because of that, you can't just sleep with her; it's like stealing a woman from another tribe."
"But why is it an 'a'? Shouldn't it be a 'q'?"
"Sex slaves with the letter 'a' have hotter figures than those with 'q'. Above 'a' there's 's,' you can find it in the BK system, but I've never seen it."
"If you behave well, you might get to have that bitch Hu lick your dick. You might even get to fuck her," the dreadlocks said. "For example, regarding the rape incident on Yutian Road, the cult leader thought we did a great job and has already rewarded me with the right to fuck Hu Lina."
"Really? I'd even give up 10 years of my life for one time."
"The cult leader is fair in rewards and punishments. As long as you do a good job, that day will come too. Take that bitch Feng to Old K first; that'll definitely count as a merit. Not only will your matter be settled, but you might also get some benefits. Damn, that vixen's slut is really horny; I need to find a remedy to cool down."

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