Lustful Star (2nd revision) 1-13

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Chapter 1: The Temptation of the Lamb

Earth, 2014.

"So, to summarize, the law must represent the public will; every female and male citizen must
have the right to participate in legislation, either personally or through a representative; the law should be the same for everyone: male
and female citizens are equal before the law, and all honors, positions, and offices should
be granted equally, based solely on merit, without distinction based on anything other than their morality and talent." With the bell
ringing, Han Feng snapped his book shut. A

round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience. Han Feng's elective classes were always packed,
with many female students even coming from other universities, carrying small stools to sit in the aisles.

Most of the students were female, drawn not only by Han Feng's handsome appearance but
also by his engaging lectures. Han Feng was one of the few professors who researched and advocated for feminism
. In recent years, he had been tirelessly promoting the "New Century Women's Equality Movement," which had been widely welcomed and
praised by women.

The students gradually dispersed, and Han Feng leisurely stuffed his courseware and handouts into his briefcase, preparing to leave the classroom.

"Professor Han, could I trouble you for a moment? I have some questions I'd like to ask," a sweet voice
asked.

Han Feng looked up. Standing before him was a girl in a white shirt and denim shorts, a pure
student outfit that couldn't conceal her alluring sexiness. Her bright, intelligent eyes were smiling
as she stared at him.

"Of course, go ahead and ask," Han Feng said kindly. "I thought the famous
Professor Han Feng was a balding old man." A silvery laugh rang out. Han Feng looked
up again. Standing before him was a tall girl, who was looking him up and down without any shyness, her innocent, large eyes
fixed on him.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." Han Feng smiled politely, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the door.
"I never expected that the standard-bearer of 21st-century feminism would be a man." The girl smiled and followed Han Feng.
"Lincoln freed the world's slaves, but he was a white man, wasn't he?" Han Feng smiled and strode
forward. "You're not a student in my class."

"I came here to learn from you, Professor Han, after skipping my required professional courses. I didn't
expect you to be so cold." The girl pouted playfully.

"Thank you for your support." Han Feng nodded. "Professor Han, to be honest, my graduation thesis is
related to feminism. I wonder if Professor Han could stay a moment and guide this confused
student?"

"Thank you for coming to class, student..." Han Feng was getting a little impatient. "Tongxue." The girl blinked playfully
, interrupting him: "Excuse me, what did you say?" Han Feng asked, "My name
is Li Tongxue." Han Feng coughed twice deliberately: "Okay, Tongxue... no, student, I'm very grateful that you came to
class. If you have time, I'd be happy to tutor you, but I have to rush home to cook. Excuse me." As he said this
, he jogged to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and sped away.

Han Feng's home was not far from the school; the taxi arrived before the meter even started. He just wanted to avoid the girl;
her overly attentive attitude made him uncomfortable. But her cheerful laughter, youthful face, and
playful ponytail lingered in his mind…

Han Feng's home wasn't large, but his wife had decorated it warmly and comfortably. As soon as he got home, his wife took off her apron and
came forward, giving him a deep kiss on the cheek. "Welcome home, Big Black Bear…"

Han Feng smiled and slipped his hand inside his wife's sweater, restlessly touching her smooth back a few times. His wife laughed
and patted his hand. "You're so silly, come sit down and eat."

Han Feng's wife was named Liu Zhihui. They met in college. Han Feng was a key player on the school's basketball team
, and Zhihui was a renowned campus beauty and the captain of the cheerleading squad. They were a perfect match. After getting married, Han Feng stayed on to
teach at the university, becoming the youngest professor in his early thirties with his outstanding abilities, enjoying unparalleled success. Zhihui found
a relatively easy job to focus on being a good wife, but the life of a housewife didn't diminish her beauty; instead, it added
a touch of mature charm. They were truly a match made in heaven.

"Didn't we agree it was my turn to cook today? Why are you cooking again?" Han Feng said with a smile, picking up his bowl. "
I passed by the market on my way home from work and saw these oysters. They were so plump and fresh, I couldn't resist buying some to cook for you."
Zhihui said, placing a plump oyster into his bowl.

"You're bound to gain weight," Han Feng laughed. "If I don't fatten you up and keep making you handsome,
you'll seduce all the girls in your class."

"All of them combined aren't even half as good-looking as my wife," Han Feng kissed her again, and Zhihui laughed
and patted him a few times.

The two finished their meal playfully like newlyweds. Han Feng then automatically washed the dishes, took a shower
, and went to bed early.

Zhihui was wearing an old-fashioned cotton nightgown that covered her completely, but it couldn't hide her
elegant and noble temperament. Han Feng rolled over and hugged her, brushing aside her long, black hair and kissing her fragrant neck
. Zhihui had a small, inverted triangular red birthmark on the back of her neck, which was particularly sensitive.
Every time Han Feng touched it, it made her unbearably itchy. "It itches so much." Zhihui struggled for a moment, then
covered her head with her hair again. Han Feng stubbornly slipped his hand inside her nightgown and gently touched her firm, full breasts a few times.
His fingers deliberately avoided his wife's nipples; Zhihui didn't like being tickled.

"I ate too much for dinner, how about we do some exercise to digest? It's green, environmentally friendly, and helps with weight loss." Han Feng
hugged her tightly. "No, big bear... I'm a little tired lately..." Zhihui gently pulled his hand away.

Since her miscarriage, Zhihui had become very indifferent to sex, and Han Feng didn't want to force her . He
sheepishly withdrew his hand and lay down.

Was it because he ate oysters? Han Feng felt a slight swelling in his lower body, and the image of the girl named Li Tongxue—
her fair neck, her high breasts under her shirt, and her long white legs under her denim shorts—came back into his mind.

As usual, Han Feng secretly slipped his hand into his underwear.

"What's wrong, Professor Han? You look like you've been indulging in too much sex." The next day in the school cafeteria,
Liu Qiang smiled and placed his food tray in front of him.

"Sigh, don't even mention it..." Han Feng said with a wry smile. Liu Qiang was the anthropology professor in the department. He was erudite and
humorous. Although he and Han Feng had completely different views on feminism, it didn't prevent
them from becoming friends.

"Let me guess, your goddess finally returned to bed and drained you dry." Liu Qiang said with a laugh, "What drained
me dry was this." Han Feng helplessly raised his left hand. "You're too pathetic." Liu Qiang laughed, "Zhihui
didn't want to, what could I do?" Han Feng smiled wryly as Liu Qiang took a big sip of soup. "Women, sometimes
you have to be a little forceful. Women are inherently shameless; deep down, they want to be conquered, want to be abused..."

"Keep that theory to yourself," Han Feng said, rolling his eyes at him.

Suddenly, Han Feng's gaze fell upon a girl eating with her head down behind Liu Qiang. That playful
ponytail, those long, slender legs… it was clearly…

Just then, the girl looked up and met his eyes, her cherry-like lips, still glistening with rice, giving him
a mischievous smile.

Han Feng blushed slightly and quickly lowered his head to continue eating. What a coincidence! Why did he run into her again?
…Ignoring Liu Qiang's long-winded explanation, Han Feng pretended to be focused on his meal.

In class that afternoon, Han Feng saw her again. Li Tongxue, the girl with the ponytail, was sitting in the back row,
chin in hand, smiling at him. Han Feng tried his best to ignore her.

Suddenly, Han Feng's phone vibrated in his pocket. He usually waited until after class to reply. But
today, inexplicably, he turned on his phone…

The image on the screen made Han Feng's blood boil instantly. The picture showed a pale, youthful body; a white
shirt and denim miniskirt were pulled up, revealing small, delicate breasts and sparse pubic hair.
Between two long, slender thighs, a thick, black dildo was inserted, the vibrator clearly having been immersed in the vagina for some time,
covered in white fluid. Han Feng felt his mouth go dry. He glanced back and saw the
exact same shirt and denim miniskirt… Li Tongxue gave him a seductive smile, lowered her crossed legs, and spread them apart. The dark pubic hair

he had seen in the picture was faintly visible in the shadow of her skirt. 　　Han Feng felt his mouth go dry again. He grabbed his thermos and gulped down a mouthful of water, his mind a mess. While writing on the blackboard, the chalk slipped from his hand several times. 　　During break, Han Feng rushed into the men's restroom. His penis was already throbbing painfully, and his face burned all the way to his ears. The only saving grace was that no one else in the restroom saw his disheveled state. "That girl ... what does she want?" Han Feng scrubbed his face vigorously. 　　When he dried himself, he saw the girl who had captivated him in the mirror, standing behind him. Li Tongxue... She had somehow slipped into the men's restroom like a cat, pushing open the door gently. *Click* The door was softly locked behind her. "Excuse me... this is the men's restroom." 　　Before he could say more, Li Tongxue's soft lips sealed his. Before he could struggle, Li Tongxue's hand was already inside his underwear, grabbing his engorged penis. "I never imagined that the gentle and refined Professor Han on the podium would hide this..." "What a magnificent weapon...it must be so beautiful it'll make you die of pleasure." 　　Li Tongxue licked Han Feng's neck as she squatted down, deftly unzipping his pants and pulling out his huge penis. "So big..." Li Tongxue exclaimed in surprise, rubbing her face against Han Feng's penis. Han Feng felt a wet, slippery tongue wrap around his long spear. Li Tongxue struggled to open her mouth wide, barely managing to swallow his large penis. The hot penis was enveloped in her cool, lubricated mouth, feeling incredibly comfortable. Han Feng couldn't help but close his eyes and groan. Unconsciously, his hands had already grabbed Li Tongxue's head, and he thrust his lower body, using her mouth as a vagina for penetration. Li Tongxue was surprised that Han Feng was so proactive. The huge glans kept pushing deep into her throat, making her extremely uncomfortable, but Han Feng held her head down tightly, forcing her to suppress the urge to vomit, allowing his penis to roughly enter and exit her lips. 　　Han Feng had never experienced anything so thrilling. Outside the damp, dilapidated wooden door, the sounds of students chatting and laughing in the corridor during recess filled the air. Inside, he, as a teacher, was brutally ravaging his student's delicate mouth. And the door could be opened at any moment, exposing his beastly side! 　　Pleasure and fear mingled, causing Han Feng to quicken his movements. Soon, he thrust deep into Li Danxue's throat, violently ejaculating hot semen. Li Danxue's nose was buried in his thick pubic hair , barely able to breathe. 　　Han Feng's penis throbbed violently a dozen times, releasing all the pent-up semen in one gulp, only then did the heat in his lower body subside slightly. As the penis withdrew from her mouth, Li Tongxue coughed violently, as if she had just drowned. White semen dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Han Feng, worried that the students outside would hear his coughing and feeling guilty, awkwardly patted her back, saying, "Tongxue, are you alright…?" 　　Suddenly, Tongxue's warm lips pressed against his again, carrying the fishy smell of her recently ejaculated semen. 　　"I didn't expect someone as refined as you to be so ruthless when it comes to girls…" Her small mouth, covered in semen, breathed sweetly into his ear, "After class, in the grove, see you there…" 　　The next two classes felt like two years to Han Feng. 　　He was incredibly anxious. Every time he caught a glimpse of Li Tongxue in the back row, she would return his seductive smile, wink at him from afar, cover her mouth, and make swallowing motions. 　　He had actually raped his student in the men's restroom! He stood on the podium, rambling on about feminism, but inside he felt as helpless as a convicted criminal awaiting trial, and each student below was like a judge holding a gavel. 　　Finally, the bell rang to signal the end of class. 　　Li Tongxue had vanished without a trace. 　　Han Feng's school was built against a mountain and beside a river, in a beautiful environment. Behind the school was a grove of small trees rarely visited by people.

In the deep, dark woods, only a few paths covered with fallen leaves led to the path.

Although the last rays of the setting sun lingered on the horizon, the woods were already shrouded in darkness. Han Feng could only hear the rustling of the trees
and the pounding of his own heart. In the dim light, he anxiously searched for the white figure.

Suddenly, a white figure darted out from beside the path, startling Han Feng. It was just a
girl carrying a violin. She recognized Han Feng: "Hello, Professor Han. Are you taking a walk in the woods so late?"

Han Feng panicked. "No...no...I just came to...well...yes
, just for a walk, a stroll."

He quickly continued walking, avoiding the girl's suspicious gaze.

The leaves rustled, the shadows swayed. Where was Li Tongxue?

Han Feng sat down on a bench deep within the trees. It was already dark. He checked his watch, calmed his
emotions, and prepared to go home.

Two soft mounds of flesh pressed against his back.

"You're so late, I'm all soaking wet..." Li Tongxue said coquettishly as she reached for his trousers
.

Han Feng was startled again, quickly turning around and gently pushing her away. "Tongxue...no...classmate,
wait a minute, I came to explain...I'm a married man..."

Li Tongxue covered her mouth and giggled. "Professor Han, what are you saying?
When you were making my mouth in the restroom, you didn't seem to think about your wife at all."

"Just now... just now my mind went blank for a moment... Please, Tongxue, I'll do anything you want...
Please don't tell anyone what just happened..."

Li Tongxue's eyes froze, a sadness, and perhaps some anger, flashed across her delicate face. "You think
Tongxue is just a despicable woman who seduces married women, is that right?"

Tongxue's gaze startled Han Feng. "I didn't..."

Tongxue sat down abruptly, covering her face and choking back tears. This sudden outburst of tears left Han Feng at a loss
, so he could only lean down and comfort her, "You've misunderstood, Tongxue, of course you're a good girl..."

Tongxue hugged him tightly, "Since half a year ago..." After attending your lectures, Tongxue's heart can't hold
anyone else but you... Day and night, all she thinks about is you. Hearing that you're married, Tongxue is heartbroken
... Do you know how much it hurts...?" Li Tongxue sobbed forcefully, "Don't worry... Tongxue doesn't want a title..."

Li Tongxue whispered in his ear, "Tongxue only wants your child..."

These words struck Han Feng deeply. Although Han Feng had been married for several years, he had no children. Zhihui
had been pregnant three times, all ending in miscarriage. Han Feng blamed himself for being too busy with work and not taking good care of his wife
, and since then, he had never mentioned having children to Zhihui.

Hearing Li Tongxue's words, Han Feng felt all his reason and restraint collapse in an instant .
Like a wild beast, he pounced on Li Tongxue, tearing and ripping off her clothes. He discovered that
under Li Tongxue's shirt and skirt, there wasn't a single piece of underwear! A pair of white, fleshy mounds bounced
out, and Han Feng, not caring about anything else, grabbed them and kneaded them vigorously.

"Come on... Brother Feng..." Li Tongxue's nimble hands skillfully unbuttoned Han Feng's pants, and his
impatient penis finally broke free of the pants' restraints, standing erect in his lower abdomen. Han Feng reached into Tongxue
's lower body and touched the wet, fleshy slit. Without bothering with foreplay, he directly thrust his penis into her jade lips
.

"Ah... Brother Feng's big penis... the big penis is inside..." Han Feng felt Tongxue's vagina was slippery and
hot, and the thrusting was incredibly pleasurable. Fortunately, he had already ejaculated in her mouth once that afternoon, otherwise he probably wouldn't have lasted
twenty seconds before ejaculating.

Tong Xue's continuous moans excited him even more. He picked her up and pounded her against the tree
, then pressed her down on the stone bench and pounded her ass. Tong Xue unbuckled his belt and handed it to him
. "Brother Feng, how about you spank me a couple of times..."

"What?" Han Feng was caught off guard, and Tong Xue blushed. "When I think about
you masturbating, I often fantasize about being fucked from behind like a bitch, and then you take
off your belt and whip my ass... Brother Feng, please satisfy my fantasy, okay?"

"Okay..." Han Feng didn't think much of it, picked up the belt, and swung it down on her bare back. "Snap!!" A crisp
sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out. "Ah... Brother Feng, whip Tong Xue to death!"

Tong Xue's clitoris suddenly tightened under the whip, making Han Feng tremble all over, almost ejaculating.

"Snap!!"

"Ah..."

"Snap!!"

"Ah... Brother Feng... Brother Feng is whipping Tongxue to death..." The tight little hole
gripped Han Feng's penis with each stroke of the whip, making Han Feng dizzy and mesmerized. The force with which he swung the belt increased
, becoming faster and faster. The crisp sounds of flesh clashing mingled with Tongxue's seductive moans, stimulating Han Feng's nerves
. Soon, after a series of rapid attacks from the little hole, Han Feng could no longer restrain himself, thrusting his penis deep inside,
ejaculating his long-held semen into Tongxue's flower core in spurts!

"Ah... Brother Feng shot inside me... Brother Feng is going to get me pregnant..."

Han Feng felt his legs go weak and collapsed onto Tong Xue's sweat-drenched back, panting heavily. Suddenly,
through his sweat-blurred vision, Han Feng saw a small tattoo on the back of Tong Xue's beautiful neck. Before he
could take a closer look, Tong Xue rolled over and pinned him down, using her mouth to clean his
penis, which was covered in her juices and semen.

Tongxue scooped out a clump of semen from her genitals with her fingers and presented it to Han Feng, saying, "Brother Feng is so amazing! You just
ejaculated in my mouth, and you still managed to ejaculate so much... In ten months, Tongxue's uterus will
nurture Brother Feng's semen into a plump, white, and tender little baby, which will then be born through my vagina..."

Han Feng silently held her, and before he could speak, Tongxue kissed his face a few more times. "Don't worry, Han Feng,
only these little trees know who the father of this child is..."

Han Feng held her tightly. "Tongxue... you don't need to worry, I... I will take full responsibility..."

Tongxue giggled, offering no reply.

The two lingered tenderly on the grass for a while longer before picking up their disheveled clothes and dressing, reluctantly parting ways.

It was late, and Han Feng hurriedly ran to the nearest shopping mall, buying a brand new outfit. He then rushed to Liu Qiang
's bachelor apartment, took a thorough shower to ensure there was no trace of Tongxue's scent or scent on his body, and at Liu Qiang
's suggestion, downed several glasses of baijiu (Chinese liquor) to leave himself reeking of it. Only then did he take a taxi home in a hurry.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, his mind was filled with thoughts of Tongxue's snow-white body, his heart pounding and
his ears ringing.

Reaching his doorstep, Liu Qiang calmed himself down. He gently pushed open the door and entered, casually taking off
his shoes. "Zhihui, I'm late. It's all that brat Liu Qiang's fault. He insisted on dragging me to his house for a drink
..."

He was met with an unsettling silence. "Zhihui?" Liu Qiang entered the house.

Zhihui, wearing an apron, sat blankly on the sofa, her empty eyes staring unfocused ahead, as if she
hadn't heard him at all. Her phone lay on the floor beside her, flashing white light, seemingly playing
a video.

"What's wrong, Zhihui?" Han Feng picked up the phone and glanced at it. With a thud, Han Feng felt all
the blood rush to his head. In the video, a young girl lay on the grass in a grove like a female dog,
while a muscular man, behind her, thrust his genitals, his eyes red, waving
a belt.

On the planet Inu, in the Third Era, 8968, under the bright moonlight, all was silent. Yue Mei's iron high
heels echoed coldly on the hard marble. She passed through one marble
archway after another, dozens of meters high. This corridor connecting the hall and the master's bedroom seemed endless; she had only gone halfway when her calves began
to ache slightly.

Every night, after bathing, the master would choose a favorite slave to be favored that evening. This slave would then kneel before the master, passing through
this arched corridor back to his bedroom to serve him. How did they manage that?

"Because I can't even do this simple thing, I'm unworthy of the master's favor..." Yue Mei
thought bitterly. Her endurance and sexual skills were insufficient to serve the master; she had always been a servant, only
able to assist the head slave girl with simple household chores.

From the bedroom at the end of the corridor came several ambiguous cries. Only when she approached the ornate iron
gates of the bedroom did Yue Mei realize they were the piercing screams of the female slaves.

The master was disciplining his female slave. Yue Mei, holding her breath, knelt quietly outside the door, afraid of disturbing his pleasure
.

As the screams gradually turned into weak groans, and then the groans faded into silence with the night, Yue Mei mustered her courage and
gently knocked on the door. "Come in," came the master's hoarse, deep voice. Yue Mei gently pushed open the iron door. The master's
bedroom resembled a medium-sized Roman theater, draped with red curtains. In the center of the incense smoke was a
female slave chained to a rack. She lay on all fours, her buttocks arched high, like a female dog begging for mating.
Her body was covered with horrific wounds and bloodstains. Between her long legs, blood flowed freely. Her once
delicate vulva had become a fist-sized bloody hole, constantly oozing blood and
bits of flesh. Only the gods of the plane knew the cruelty she had just suffered.

The master, having just vented his lust on her, was slowly rising. "What is it?" "

Yue Mei reports to the master that there's been new progress in the master's research subject."

"Oh? Bring it here." The master plopped down on the fleshy stool in front of the desk.

The fleshy stool slave beneath him let out a pitiful moan from her gag, drooling incessantly. Half a year ago,
she was one of the master's favored slaves, but once, while serving as the master's fleshy stool, she wobbled due to exhaustion
, almost causing the master to fall. As punishment, the master hardened her limbs, nailing them to the ground, making her a
fleshy chair that would never shake. Moreover, Yue Mei was responsible for injecting large amounts of potent aphrodisiacs into her uterus every day, and
both of her lower orifices had been sewn closed, leaving her to suffer day and night in a hell of unfulfilled lust.

Yue Mei quickly presented a thin purple chip, and Han Feng waved his hand, projecting a realistic
image into the air.

Yue Mei stood respectfully to the side, watching with her master
the current situation of the male protagonist named "Han Feng" on that distant planet called "Earth."

She saw the female slave he called "wife" crying and struggling to break free from his embrace, accidentally pushing him down the stairs; she saw him with thick bandages wrapped around his head, being interrogated by a group of men
in uniform in a white room ; she saw wave after wave of female slaves holding signs and shouting slogans, angrily accusing and insulting him outside the room; she saw him remove the bandages, discover the ugly scars on his face, and frantically bang his head against the wall ; she saw him being driven away and ostracized everywhere; she saw him drunk and beaten bloody by thugs in an alley ... 　　The master leisurely leaned his head against the plump breasts of the female slave behind him and lit a cigarette. Ever since his master began researching this low-level civilization planet called "Earth," he had become obsessed with this thing called "cigarettes." 　　The master watched Han Feng's various tragic misfortunes with great interest; nothing made him happier than the misery of others. 　　"Don't you think the male protagonists of this planet are very different from ours?" the master suddenly asked Yue Mei. "In reply to your question, how could the males of this planet possibly compare to the great male protagonists of Inu Star ? They are all weak and feeble, utterly insignificant compared to your mighty and powerful master..." Yue Mei continued to flatter him, not daring to voice her true thoughts. 　　"Enough with the nonsense," the master interrupted her. "Let me tell you. They and we are all children of the God of Planes, with the same faces, living on the same planets. But they forgot the God's teachings, made women wear the same clothes, and gave women the same rights. Therefore, they were abandoned by the God in that fallen land..." 　　Yue Mei answered meekly, but in her heart, she silently prayed to the God of Planes for the male protagonist named Han Feng on the alien planet .

"Once I peel away the layers of false morality, rules, and principles he carries, you
'll see that his heart is exactly the same as ours..."

The master casually stubbed out his cigarette on Yue Mei's small nipple. The burning pain from the hot kiss
mingled with the master's deep voice, "The show is about to begin."

Earth, 2015, sparse clouds and bright stars. Under this beautiful starry sky, Han Feng, listless and exhausted
, wandered aimlessly.

He was disheveled, his hair and beard long and smelly, like a true vagrant.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd shaved or combed his hair. Every time he saw
the crooked scar on his face, stretching from his forehead to his neck, in the mirror, he was driven almost mad with pain.

Li Tongxue had ruined everything for him.

She secretly filmed his impulsive and absurd act in the grove and sent the video to everyone around him
; the school, under pressure, expelled him, and the police relentlessly questioned him; newspapers and media that had once praised him now vilified him as a liar, a pervert, and a rapist; but all of this paled in comparison to the pain
Zhihui's departure caused him. 　　He tried to explain to her, kneeling outside her parents' house until midnight, crying and begging for her forgiveness. He blocked her in the stairwell of her building, desperately holding her, wanting to explain everything, wanting to tell her how much he loved her. 　　But she cried and pushed him away, and in the struggle, he accidentally fell down the stairs, leaving a horrific scar that stretched from his left forehead to the right side of his neck, splitting his once handsome face in two. When he was first admitted to the hospital, he still had some hope that his injury would earn his wife's care and understanding. Lying in his hospital bed, he waited every day for that familiar figure to appear by the window. 　　But all he received was a divorce decree 　　and a court summons . 　　All this was thanks to that despicable woman named Li Tongxue, Han Feng thought through gritted teeth. 　　He desperately wanted to confront her in court, to ask her what deep-seated hatred she held for framing him like this! 　　But she didn't appear in court; instead, her lawyer showed up, repeatedly playing the video Li Tongxue had secretly filmed that day, pointing her finger at him and calling him a perverted sadist and rapist. 　　He couldn't even find a lawyer willing to defend him, utterly speechless. 　　The court confiscated all his assets, and he was sentenced to five years in prison, with one year of probation. To be honest, Han Feng wished he could be in jail immediately. He was previously a scholar known for advocating for women's rights, but after this incident, the news media exploded, reposting the video Tong Xue had secretly filmed, accompanied by various shocking headlines : "Beast! University professor coerces female students into playing SM games!" 　　"Women's rights fighter is actually a sadomasochistic maniac in private!"... Wherever Han Feng went, he was recognized. The hateful scar on his face became his mark of sin. Even young children would point at the scar on his face and say in their childish voices, "Ah, rapist..." 　　Han Feng leaned against the bridge railing. Tonight, the stars were bright and the moon was clear. Looking at the starry sky, Han Feng remembered Zhi Hui's gentle laughter and her familiar fragrance... He thought of the day he fell down the stairs, the resentful look in Zhi Hui's eyes, and tears involuntarily streamed down his face. The starry sky became a blur. 　　How vast the universe is, and how insignificant humanity is! As a child, gazing at the sky, his father told him that after death, a person's soul rests on one of the stars in the heavens. Among these countless stars, is there one that belongs to me? 　　He looked down at the dark river below, stretching from under the bridge to the distant horizon amidst the mountains, like a dark current swallowing everything. Only a few signal lights flickered faintly on its surface. 　　He picked up a stone and hurled it with all his might. The stone fell for several seconds before finally disappearing into the river. 　　He climbed onto the railing, his clothes billowing in the wind. The height of the bridge made him dizzy. 　　He looked at the starry sky and slowly fell backward. 　　The starry sky spun. 　　The dark river hurtled towards him at a terrifying speed. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Two: The Female Slave Auction On 　　the planet Inu, in the Third Era, year 8968, sunlight streamed through Han Feng's tightly closed eyelids. His consciousness awoke from a hazy state, aching all over his body, making him feel as if he were falling into an abyss. He couldn't move his limbs, but judging from the feel of his skin, he was lying on sand. However, he could feel his head resting on something soft. Han Feng coughed up water and took a few deep breaths . A delicate, orchid-like fragrance filled his nostrils, instantly invigorating him. 　　He forced his eyes open, bracing himself against the blinding sunlight. 　　This was the most beautiful girl Han Feng had ever seen in his life. 　　The girl was kneeling on the ground, holding Han Feng's head and resting it on her lap. Han Feng's eyes were fixed on the sunlight. The girl's beautiful face seemed bathed in holy light, blurry yet sacred. Her golden hair, dyed golden by the sunlight, was braided and cascaded down her neck. Her tranquil pupils, seemingly containing all the warmth and beauty in the world , were gazing at him silently. The wind tousled strands of her hair, which danced like golden threads in the sunlight . 　　"An angel... an angel..." Han Feng murmured. The faint fragrance was the girl 's natural scent. Her delicate hands were gently stroking his aching muscles. Wherever her slender hands touched , the pain seemed to vanish instantly. 　　Han Feng was about to speak when suddenly, a fragrant aroma wafted into his nostrils. The girl placed something small and soft in his mouth . Han Feng's mind went blank. Without thinking about what it was, he took it in his mouth. 　　A rich fragrance filled his mouth, so intoxicating that Han Feng couldn't think straight. He could only greedily suck on the soft mound the girl offered, while sleepiness returned. 　　Han Feng fell asleep again. 　　He didn't know how much time had passed before he woke up again. This time, he felt no pain, but rather immense comfort and invigorated. He jumped up from the ground.

Looking around, the angelic girl he'd seen in his dream was nowhere to be seen.

"Why am I here?" Han Feng wondered, surveying his surroundings. It was an unfamiliar beach, the sun
about to set, the sea breeze carrying the scent of the ocean and the warmth of the sun—a comforting feeling. Han Feng
walked along the shore for a while, his mind a jumble. Zhihui's resentful gaze, the dark river beneath the bridge
—the images flooded his mind again. Right…didn't I jump off the bridge? Is this heaven?

He touched his face; the long scar still etched itself across his once handsome features. But
it seemed shallower. Could the angel have healed his wound? Han Feng pondered
, a mechanical sound coming from not far away—the creaking of metal as an iron gate opened. Following the sound,
he found a peculiar vehicle on a smooth road. On its two slender wheels was a
golden cage large enough to hold dozens of people. The cage door was wide open, and dozens of women were lining up, orderly entering
the cage. To Han Feng's surprise, these women were not only all stunningly beautiful with slender figures,
but their clothing was also extremely revealing! Some wore only a few thin veils, barely covering their private parts; others
wore only a few thin chains. These clothes, rather than concealing their flaws, seemed to accentuate their already
sensual bodies, making them even more alluring! Each of them wore a collar like a dog collar around their neck and wrist, and a metal tag like a nameplate

around their thighs .
Upon entering the cage, they
knelt down at the edge as if trained. The cage bars automatically extended locking rings, snapping them shut around their necks and wrists, locking their heads
to the bars, their hands clasped and suspended high.

Dozens of women were locked in the same position in two rows. The cage door closed automatically.

Han Feng was completely stunned. "What's going on...is this some kind of cult ritual...
?" Suddenly, among the group of beautiful girls, Han Feng saw a bright and beautiful young woman, with loose
braids, light red eyeshadow, and amber eyes...it was her! The angel he had just seen in his dream!!
It wasn't a dream; this girl had saved him!

At that moment, the girl noticed him too. She seemed to want to nod, but with her head firmly locked to the cage bars
, she could only smile.

Suddenly, a slight whirring sound came from the cage. The two wheels beneath the cage spun rapidly, carrying the cage
away in a cloud of dust.

"Wait!!!" Han Feng shouted, kicking his legs and running frantically after the cage-carrying cart.

"I don't know what's going on... but that girl has been kidnapped, I have to save her!" Han Feng
thought as he ran. But the cage-carrying cart was incredibly fast, practically flying close to the ground, climbing a small hill
before disappearing from sight.

"Wait... wait..." Han Feng was panting heavily, finally managing to climb the hill before collapsing to catch
his breath.

When he looked up, the sight before him stunned him.

Below the hill lay a vast city, countless magnificent white buildings
stretching towards the horizon in the setting sun. The buildings were simple yet grand in design, their layout remarkably orderly, like
a chessboard laid out by God on this land. The golden cage-carrying cart was speeding into the city, disappearing into the architectural ensemble in the blink of an eye
.

Ignoring his doubts and surprise, Han Feng rested briefly before running towards the city.

As he entered the city, the scene increasingly confused him; the streets weren't
crowded, mostly with women—no, they were all young and beautiful women. While their clothing
wasn't as revealing as the women he'd just encountered, they were all dressed in a sexy and alluring way, instantly arousing lust.
They looked at Han Feng with puzzled eyes as he hurried along the street, some even
bowing to him.

Han Feng ignored them, running and glancing around for the girl he'd seen earlier. Suddenly,
he tripped over something and stumbled.

A man's voice beside him called out, "Be careful, brother! Running so fast, are you rushing to fuck a slave
?"

A man! Han Feng looked back and saw a bloated middle-aged man riding on
the back of a slender woman like a donkey. The woman was petite, but she seemed to carry the man's large body with ease.
As she crawled and turned, her plump breasts swayed back and forth. The man wore a magnificent robe, like a loose
bathrobe, his lower body completely naked, revealing without any restraint his large, fleshy penis dangling over the female slave's
smooth back. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a cage like this, with wheels," Han Feng
said impatiently, gesturing wildly. "You mean a cage cart for transporting female slaves? There's a female slave exhibition at the Lan Nu Courtyard today;
they're probably being transported there." The man pointed to a cylindrical building a street away and said, "Thank you."
Han Feng didn't have time to ask further questions and sprinted towards the building. It was a structure resembling a gladiatorial arena,
with arched windows lining the tall exterior walls. On either side of each arched window were sculpted graceful female nudes, each with a different posture
, yet all lifelike and exquisitely beautiful. Dozens of caged carts, just like the ones he'd seen earlier, were lining up to enter the building through
the stone gate. "Angel...where is my angel?" Han Feng approached each cart, searching for the angelic
girl. Finally, he spotted the golden caged cart. Before he could get close, it had already entered the stone gate and
disappeared into the building. Two chained female slaves beside the gate politely but firmly stopped him. "My lord,
for the sake of the other lords, please do not enter the backstage area."

"No...I have a friend inside, I want to go in and see her." Han Feng lied. "I'm sorry,
my lord, the backstage area only has slaves like us who are in charge of management and products. The other lords are already
seated in the exhibition hall. Presumably, your friend is over there." They respectfully pointed to another door. "No
...my friend is in the cart that just went in."

The two slaves exchanged glances. "I'm sorry, my lord, you still cannot go in. If you interfere with our exhibition..."
"If you're interested, please take a seat in the exhibition area. All our exhibits will be on display there soon."

Han Feng, resigned, had no choice but to follow their instructions and enter the venue through another door.

It was a circular hall. On the stage in the center, many handcuffs, whips
, chains, and iron frames with sharp hooks were neatly arranged, resembling an exhibition of torture instruments. Outside the stage were concentric tiered seats
, all higher than the central stage, offering a clear view of the stage. Hundreds
of men were already seated there, all wearing robes similar to the middle-aged man they had just seen, each
accompanied by two or three female slaves. Only Han Feng, disheveled and alone, attracted many strange glances and
whispers. Suddenly, the lights in the hall dimmed.

A sweet voice rang out, "Dear patrons, thank you for attending the Lan Nu Courtyard's product exhibition. The exhibition
is about to begin; please take your seats. Patrons who forgot to bring their female slaves can inform our servants
, and we will provide temporary stools and servants to serve you."

A spotlight shone on the central stage. A stunningly beautiful woman emerged gracefully from backstage. "
Dear patrons, I am tonight's host and one of our exhibits, Qi Qing." Qi Qing
wore only a pale yellow gauze dress. Under the bright spotlight,
her exquisite figure was fully revealed. Her gait was elegant, each step exuding charm and allure, making even the most professional runway models pale
in comparison.

"My lords, next, Qiqing will use her own body to demonstrate the characteristics of Lan Nu Yuan's new products.
After the demonstration, you are all welcome to try out our bodies. Please, my lords, play with Qiqing
's body as much as you like, and ejaculate your precious semen into Qiqing's cunt."

Such a fairy-like girl, uttering such vulgar words in front of so many people, made Han
Feng blush. The girl who had saved him backstage was probably one of tonight's "exhibits
." Looking at the dazzling array of torture instruments on the stage, Han Feng felt uneasy, yet also a little
expectant…

Qiqing's slender hand gently untied her veil at her chest, and the light gauze slipped down. Her exquisite body was exposed without reservation to the spotlight
. Above the stage, a magnified 3D image of this beautiful naked body appeared.

Her delicate, firm skin seemed to be formed from pure, white breast milk; even under magnified 3D
imaging, not a single texture or pore could be seen. Her proudly erect breasts were large but not exaggerated,
forming a perfect proportion with her crescent-shaped, slender waist. Her entire body resembled a white jade sculpture crafted by a master.

Qi Qing gracefully turned her body, displaying her alluring figure to the audience with poise, and
introduced, "All the female slaves in Lan Nu Courtyard have undergone careful selection and modification to ensure that their faces and figures possess
360-degree flawless beauty and refinement. Moreover, thanks to genetic modification technology, their lifespan is greatly extended.
Even after thirty or forty years of intensive use, their faces and bodies will not differ in the slightest from when they were purchased."

"Moreover, the female slaves' physical endurance and overall qualities are greatly enhanced. After you purchase them, they are
perfectly capable of serving as sex slaves, torture slaves, breast slaves, service slaves, furniture slaves, and toilet slaves." As Qi Qing spoke, she
cupped her full breasts and squeezed them forcefully. Several streams of white milk
gushed from her nipples like a showerhead. "The breasts can secrete ample milk at any time. The milk is not only sweet and delicious,
but also rich in nutrients and hormones. After you taste it, you can have sex with ten slaves in one night, and your penis will never falter."

Then, while squeezing her breasts and squeezing out milk, she picked up a fishhook-sized sharp
hook from the rack beside her and, without hesitation, pierced her tender, milk-spurting nipple! She was actually self-harming in front of everyone! Han Feng watched in astonishment as she used the same method to pierce her other breast and her delicate clitoris

with the fishhook !
Crimson blood seeped from the puncture site,
along with a few drops of milky white fluid, but Qi Qing seemed unconcerned. Then, the thin line on the fishhook slowly tightened,
pulling on her breasts and clitoris, suspending her entirely in mid-air!

"Her weight has also been greatly reduced, allowing all my lords to lift her with one hand..." Qi Qing's long hair
cascaded down from the air.

Four other female slaves walked onto the stage, carrying a heavy iron ball on their shoulders, and went to Qi Qing
, binding the chains on the iron ball to her waist.

Could it be…? Just as Han Feng was thinking this, the female slave holding the iron ball suddenly let go. The ball, pulling at Qi Qing's frail
body, plummeted downwards. "Ah…" Qi Qing cried out, trembling. Her nipples and
clitoris, hooked by the fishhook, were suddenly stretched long, like a reddish little finger. The excruciating pain caused tiny
beads of sweat to appear on Qi Qing's body, but she still explained in a trembling voice, "The resilience and endurance of my skin have also greatly increased, all to
better accept the master's training…"

After a while, several assistants finally lowered Qi Qing from the air and removed the fishhook.

"Her self-healing ability has also been enhanced." Qi Qing showed the audience her nipples
and clitoris, which had just been stretched to the length of a finger. Except for a slight redness, they had completely returned to their original shape! "My lords, you can rest assured
to use all sorts of methods to torture and play with our bodies without always worrying about sending them back for repairs. Of course, if
you lords like to admire our scars, you can also use drugs to adjust our healing abilities."

"Enough! Which slave house doesn't produce slaves with these so-called characteristics?!" An audience member
rudely interrupted her. "Yeah... what new product? Aren't they all old-fashioned stuff..." Other audience
members also chimed in with complaints, and the audience erupted in chaos.

"I'm very sorry, my esteemed patrons, but I hope the features I'm about to introduce will be somewhat novel to you
... Next, I, the seductive slave Fanglan, will demonstrate for you."

A spotlight shone behind her, and a stunningly beautiful woman, with breathtaking beauty, walked gracefully into the light.
Silk chains swayed gently with her steps. Her mere presence filled the entire venue with a captivating fragrance. Her
skin was as white as snow, in no way inferior to Qi Qing's, and her face was like a work of art meticulously sculpted by an angel.
Every smile and gesture was infinitely alluring, captivating and mesmerizing. Even the most discerning guests murmured their amazement.

Han Feng's heart nearly stopped. "It's her! The angel who just saved me!! So her name is Fang Lan, what a beautiful
name..."

Fang Lan walked to the front of the stage, smiling as she knelt down, cupping her breasts in one hand, and bowed in all directions.
Her amber eyes met Han Feng's burning gaze again. She smiled slightly, knelt once more, and then slowly
stood up.

"Fang Nu will now demonstrate the erotic orifices on her body used to serve the male masters," Qi Qing introduced. "The first orifice is
the oral orifice. During oral sex, the discomfort caused by hard teeth is the main factor affecting the pleasure of oral sex. Therefore, our teeth
have been softened so that there will be absolutely no toothy sensation when we give oral sex to our masters..." Fang Lan's lips parted slightly,
revealing a few neat and beautiful white teeth. Qi Qing inserted her fingers into her cherry-like mouth, and Fang Lan understood,
biting down hard a few times.

Qi Qing took out her fingers and showed them to the audience. There wasn't a single tooth mark on her slender and delicate fingers!

"The second hole, the yin hole." Upon hearing this, Fanglan obediently lay down like a female dog, arching her buttocks high
to display the beauty of her lower body to the audience. Her smooth vulva was completely hairless, not even a hint of a parting
petal could be seen. Between her slippery thighs was only a round, plump mound of flesh, white and delicate, with a straight slit dividing
the vulva in two. Qiqing carefully pried open the vulva with two fingers. A dazzling crimson immediately appeared between the translucent skin
. The slit gradually opened, and the delicate petals inside slowly bloomed,
gleaming under the bright spotlight. On the exquisite petals was a pearl-like protrusion, the calyx.
Inside the petals was a patch of tender flesh as smooth as ruby, oozing with nectar and radiating an alluring glow.

"Our vagina is the main fleshly hole we use to serve our lords. Our fleshly holes can be kept moist all day long,
so that the master can insert smoothly anytime, anywhere. As for the feeling of using it, all lords
can enjoy it at the trial meeting later..."

"The third hole, the anus." Qi Qing continued to introduce: "As an important organ for serving sex, the female slave's anus
no longer serves the function of excretion. We female slaves feed on nutrient fluid and semen, so there will be absolutely no filth
that will spoil the master's pleasure during anal sex..."

"That's enough!!" an audience member shouted angrily: "Isn't this still the most basic old
thing? Where are the new features?"

"Reporting to the lord, Fang Nu's anus is the most proud new product of Lan Nu Courtyard..." Fang Lan took the initiative to spread her
buttocks and reported softly. The anus in the center of her round buttocks was like a ring of tender flesh like red agate, without any
fine lines, like a delicate little mouth, which was very cute. She extended two fingers and easily inserted them
into her slightly contracting anus. With a flick, a large gush of clear, fragrant love juice flowed out!

"This slut's asshole is even wetter than her pussy," some audience members laughed, a fragrant aroma wafting over.
"And the juice that comes out smells quite good!"

"Yes, sir, Fangnu's anus is not only wet, but also very elastic. Whether it's a little finger or a
thick, arm-sized penis, it can be easily inserted. And no matter the size, the intestinal flesh inside the anus can provide
the most appropriate grip and suction."

Two female slaves carried an iron rod onto the stage. The iron rod was nearly two meters long. The head was a blunt cone
, the tip of which was carved into the shape of a glans, about the size of a thumb. The thickest part in the middle was
as thick as a man's forearm! Soon, the tip of the iron rod pressed against the delicate anus. The tender, red flesh was
gradually stretched and thinned by the increasingly larger iron rod. With a forceful thrust, the fist-thick rod "whooshed"
into the warm intestinal flesh with the lubricating fluid secreted by the anal buds!

"Stop...stop..." Han Feng silently cried out in his heart. Seeing his beautiful goddess,
her buttocks raised in full view of everyone, being cruelly tortured by a cold iron rod, his heart ached terribly. He desperately wanted to rush
up and rescue her from this absurd place, but his legs seemed frozen. The erect penis in his crotch
told him that some dark corner of his heart was slowly awakening. "My lords, guess
how deep this iron rod can go in?" Qi Qing asked. "At most less than halfway, right? Can this slutty asshole be a bottomless pit?"
Some of the male masters responded that the iron rod, which was taller than a person, went in a third of the way. It seemed to encounter some resistance. The two female slaves grabbed
the iron rod and pushed it forward while turning it.

"It hurts..." The thick iron rod was turning ruthlessly in her stomach. Fang Lan felt as if her internal organs were being twisted
together, and she couldn't help but groan softly.

Halfway in, the iron rod seemed to lift Fanglan's upper body as if propelled by the large iron rod inside her, her previously prone waist
gradually flattening out.

"Ah!!" Finally, the iron rod seemed to break through some barrier, and the head, stained with blood and semen,
actually pried open Fanglan's small mouth, violently thrusting out between the beauty's full, jade-like lips and white teeth!

"This slut's asshole can even go to her mouth?" Just as everyone was puzzled, Qiqing explained, "Fangnu
doesn't have half of an unsightly small intestine and colon inside her body; her rectum, esophagus, and mouth are directly connected, so the iron rod can go
directly from her asshole to her mouth. When you esteemed masters are pampering her asshole, if you ejaculate a large amount, the semen
can even flow directly from Fangnu's mouth."

"Lift her up and let's see!" an audience member shouted.

So two slaves, one in front and one behind, grabbed the ends of the iron rod, lifted Fanglan, who was propelled by the iron rod, and walked to
the edge of the stage.

Han Feng could see clearly that the dark, rough iron rod pierced through the center of Fang Lan's fragrant, snowy buttocks, penetrating her alluring body, and
exiting from her delicate mouth. Fang Lan looked like a lamb skewered on a barbecue stick, helplessly
awaiting her fate, utterly lewd.

One of her clients patted Fang Lan's buttocks, picked up a palm-sized nameplate tied to her thigh, looked
at it, and exclaimed, "Look! This slut's buttocks are S-grade, but her cunt and mouth are only D-grade!!"

The crowd stirred again, and several clients simultaneously gathered around, picked up the nameplate, and read aloud: "Basic qualities
S-grade, anal sex S-grade, intercourse D-grade, oral sex D-grade. Overall rating: Excellent basic qualities of the three orifices,
the design and technique of the anus are particularly captivating, the vagina and mouth are also of good quality, but the contraction technique lacks training, severely unbalanced.
Overall rating: B—."

"Damn! After looking for so long, she's just a slut! What a waste of my time!!"

"What's the use of a good asshole? This bitch can't even contract properly, did I pay money to buy an asshole?"

"Sure enough, small-factory products are no good..."

The male protagonists chattered amongst themselves before dispersing. Fanglan's mouth and throat were pressed against the iron rod, rendering her speechless
, tears welling in her eyes. Their Lan Nu Clan was just a small brand in the female slave production industry, and
their overall slave training capabilities couldn't compare to the big manufacturers. They could only take a shortcut, making breakthroughs in some small aspects. Therefore, when
training Fanglan as a sex slave, they focused on training and modifying her asshole, hoping to make it a
perfect sex organ and find a breakthrough in the market, but they neglected to train her vagina and other sex techniques like oral sex.

Seeing the situation turning sour, Qi Qing quickly announced, "We are truly sorry to have spoiled the fun for our patrons. Next
, we will immediately begin the product trial session. Please feel free to try out our bodies and understand
the characteristics of Lan Nu Yuan's products."

Hundreds of female slaves who had been waiting for a long time filed in from backstage, each lying prone on the racks, eagerly
raising their buttocks to a height convenient for their patrons to penetrate.

Most of the audience had already left, and the remaining patrons looked back, thinking, "Since we're already here, we might as well
play with them a little before leaving..."

What followed was a scene of the patrons defiled the female slaves, which was quite an eye-opener for Han Feng.

A female slave with huge breasts was tied to a rack, and a male protagonist casually picked up an iron hoop, clamped it around
the base of her round breasts, and then slowly tightened it. The large breasts quickly filled with bruises, turning into two purplish-red orbs,
and the nipples swelled up like ripe grapes. Then the male protagonist picked up several thick needles connected to tubes and forcefully stabbed them into the swollen
breasts. A large amount of milk flowed from the tubes, becoming a delicious drink for the male protagonists. One male protagonist hung a female slave upside down
, her legs spread wide in an inverted "T" shape, then violently shoved his hand into her vagina, scooped up some
vaginal fluid, smelled it, and shook his head, saying, "The quality of this vaginal fluid is too poor." Then he took a small, spiked
club and inserted it into her vagina, twisting it a few times. He then smeared some blood from her vagina on his fingers, smelled it, and said, "
The quality of this uterine blood is also poor; it's not even good enough to be used as a wine glass." Then he turned and left, abandoning the struggling female
slave, letting her genitals bleed. A man, as if studying ants, pried open a female slave's labia, examining
the tender flesh inside. Suddenly, he exclaimed, "This slut still has a hymen!!"

Qi Qing quickly explained, "Yes, as you gentlemen can see, all the female slaves of Lan Nu Courtyard underwent hymen repair before the exhibition
. Tonight, we respectfully invite you great gentlemen to use our virgin blood to stain your sacred
penises!"

The male masters in the audience finally became slightly excited, pressing the nearest female slaves to the ground, walls, and racks , and using their erect penises to break their hymens one by one. In an instant, drops of virgin blood scattered
on the stage floor . 　　Qi Qing felt an unbearable itch in her genitals. She herself was a highly sexually active slut, and seeing this chaotic erotic scene only intensified her lust. She desperately wanted to comfort herself, but she had to maintain the composure of a host. Just as she was suffering, a pair of large hands gripped her throat, forcing her onto the rack filled with hooks. The man pulled down two large hooks from the rack, cruelly hooking them onto her delicate labia, pulling on the pulleys, and stretching them apart. Her small vulva was instantly stretched into a round, black hole, but Qi Qing seemed extremely excited, twisting her body and loudly moaning, "Come and fuck Qi Qing to death, Master!" The male protagonist frowned and slapped her hard across the face, "Damn! A slave dares to beg to be fucked, none of the girls from this Lan Nu brothel are any good!!" But he still forced his hard penis into the vulva stretched by the iron hooks. The fleshy hole, once entered, caused the male protagonist's tightly furrowed brows to relax. "This cunt is passable..." Someone looked at the nameplate on her thigh. "This cunt is an A-grade!" Several male protagonists who were currently having sex with her heard this and pulled out their penises, gathered around, picked up the nameplate, and flipped through it. "Basic quality: A-grade; Anal sex: B-grade; Sexual intercourse: A+-grade; Oral sex: B-grade; Overall rating: Of the three holes, the erotic hole is the best, with extremely strong suction and superb contraction and sucking techniques, making it irresistible. It has the potential to be promoted to S-grade, but the masochistic desire is too strong, making it difficult to subdue . It is recommended to use her as a torture slave, with more punishment. Overall rating: A." 　　"Oh, not bad, this small factory even has a passable 'A-grade' item." 　　Qi Qing was suddenly surrounded by a group of lustful men. The penis inside her vagina quickly ejaculated, and as soon as it was pulled out, another brand-new penis seamlessly inserted. She tilted her head back, about to scream, when a penis was shoved into her mouth. Several other men were on top of her, biting her breasts and buttocks. Overwhelmed by this sudden, immense happiness, Qi Qing couldn't help but diligently use every inch of her beautiful flesh to serve each of the men around her. 　　Han Feng was completely disoriented by this sudden act of group debauchery. He finally remembered, "Right, I can't worry about that now, I have to protect my angel..." 　　Everyone's attention was focused on Qi Qing. Fang Lan was forgotten on the rack in the corner, the sinful iron rod still piercing her body. She was like a roasted chicken on a skewer, unable to move. The vaginal fluid secreted from her intestines flowed down the rod into her throat, making it increasingly difficult for her to breathe. Her breasts heaved more and more rapidly. Just as she was about to suffocate, she felt someone grab the end of the iron rod. Through her tear-filled eyes, she saw Han Feng's urgent yet tender gaze once more. "Girl, don't worry, I'm here to rescue you," Han Feng comforted her, but in truth, he didn't know how to pull out that damned rod. Once he held the rod in his hand, he discovered that this wicked iron rod was not only as thick and hard as an arm, but also covered with obscene erotic images . Although Fanglan's anus was wet and slippery, it couldn't overcome the friction of the uneven rod. 　　Han Feng tried pulling it from her mouth and then from her anus, but the iron rod remained unmoved. 　　Fanglan's breathing became increasingly rapid, and her rosy face turned deathly pale. Han Feng was frantic, like an ant on a hot pan. He whispered, "Excuse me, miss." He stepped on Fanglan's buttocks and, like in a tug-of-war, pulled on the end of the iron rod with all his might. Finally, the rod loosened slightly. Han Feng had a sudden inspiration…

With both hands twisting the iron rod, he continued to pull it out. The rod, propelled by the rotation and lubricated by the vaginal fluid, slid out quickly
, withdrawing from Fanglan's throat and anus. Fanglan instantly fell off the slave rack, and Han Feng, caught off guard, stumbled and
fell backward along with the rod.

Finally free from the danger of suffocation, Fanglan, as if just rescued from drowning, lay on the ground coughing up large mouthfuls
of intestinal fluid.

Just as Han Feng was about to comfort her, a male protagonist walked past him, his ugly penis erect, and
approached Fanglan on the ground. "You…what do you want to do?!" Han Feng grabbed the male protagonist's shoulder. The male protagonist looked at her in confusion
. "What else could I be doing, testing her anus?"

"She's already...you...are you even human...?" Han Feng was about to yell at him, but then he thought that
his scolding was bound to be futile, so he changed his words and said, "You have to wait in line! I'm getting ready!"

Perhaps it was the fierce scar on Han Feng's face that intimidated him, because the man frowned. "Okay, after all,
you were the one who pulled that stick out, but I have to wait in line after you."

Han Feng had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk behind Fang Lan,
picking up Fang Lan, who was curled up like a kitten and coughing incessantly. "So light." Han Feng only used a little force to lift Fang Lan's lower body into the air.
Her soft body was boneless, and her alabaster-like skin felt incredibly comfortable to hold. Her two
delicate pink buttocks were extremely tempting, and a light touch from his fingers caused them to ripple like water.

"Excuse me, my angel..." Han Feng spread his pink buttocks apart, and a blood-pumping fragrance
wafted over. His anus, which had just been brutally beaten with an iron rod, had not yet recovered. Deep in the cleft of his buttocks, there were
many wounds from being rubbed raw by the iron rod. His tender anal buds, like an injured little mouth, opened and closed slightly in the red and white fluid,
arousing endless pity.

Han Feng felt a throbbing pain in his groin, desperately wanting to pull out his penis and thrust it into that helpless little anus to ejaculate
. "If I do that, how am I any different from these beasts?" Reason and lust were tearing at
Han Feng's soul. "Hey, are you going to use it or not? If not, go away." The man behind him asked, arms crossed.
"Yes, I'll use it now. I just want to see her..." Han Feng sighed helplessly, his hands trembling as he unzipped
his pants. His thick, arm-like penis sprang out of his underwear like a spring. Fang Lan smelled the strong masculine scent
, turned around, and saw Han Feng's thick penis and the tangled veins on it. Her face
flushed, and she gently... Shaking her pink buttocks in Han Feng's arms, Fang Lan pleaded, "My lord, please insert your sacred penis. Fang
Lan's anus will not disappoint you..."

His burning glans pressed against her injured anus, then hesitated before stopping. "Right, her vagina isn't
injured." Han Feng thought for a moment. Fang Lan felt the hot, hard penis slide down her anus slightly, and
suddenly realized something. She quickly turned around, "My lord... Fang Lan's cunt isn't very good. Please use Fang Lan's
anus..." Before she could finish speaking, his glans had already spread her tender labia and pressed against a hymen
. "Oh no, her hymen is still intact," Han Feng thought, and his penis stopped again.

Seeing him stop, Fang Lan thought he was disgusted with her anus and almost cried. She frantically
contracted her clitoris, trying to massage his glans.

Han Feng felt the beauty's clitoris trembling slightly beneath him, and thinking he had hurt her,
he dared not move again.

"Don't be so hesitant, fuck your slave! Hurry up!" the man behind him urged impatiently.

Helpless, Han Feng gritted his teeth, and his penis plunged deep inside, breaking through the thin hymen and penetrating the beauty
's jade gate. "Oh..." Han Feng involuntarily let out a low moan of pleasure. His penis felt like it had slid into a warm, wet
sac, tightly enveloped by a patch of hot, soft flesh. At the point of contact, he could feel the walls of the vagina
constantly secreting slippery fluid, as if trying to melt his penis. "So tight...so moist..." Han
Feng began to thrust wildly, completely lost in the moment. "My lord likes my slutty cunt, Fang Lan is so happy..." Fang Lan
cried out in a seductive voice, tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't know that her vagina was originally a masterpiece, only
rated D-grade due to a lack of training in vaginal tightening techniques. But it was still several levels higher than that of women on Earth. Han
Feng's sex life was already infrequent; his wife would always lie there silently, letting him thrust into her dry vagina.
She had never had such an ecstatic experience. He immediately grabbed her slender waist and began to thrust his penis in and out with wide, sweeping movements.

"My lord...please insert it deeper...ah...the flesh inside is even softer."

Fanglan forcefully spread her thighs wide, allowing the penis to reach its deepest point without any obstruction. Simultaneously, she
moved her vulva back and forth in sync with Han Feng's thrusting, manipulating his magnificent penis.

The penis slid in to its hilt. Pressed against a soft ring of flesh, Han Feng withdrew his penis and thrust it in again, surprised
to find that he had hit that soft flesh even shallower. After a few thrusts, the tender flesh became shallower and shallower, and his penis
only penetrated halfway before hitting that soft ring of flesh. "What is this?" Han Feng asked. "Replying to my lord
, this is Fang Nu's cervix. When Fang Nu's flower core is being plucked, the uterus and cervix will slowly descend
so that my lord can enjoy it..."

"How do I use the uterus?" Han Feng pressed the head of his penis against the soft ring of flesh and rubbed it a few times. To his surprise,
he found that the warm and soft cervix was slowly opening like a small mouth, taking his penis in. "Please, my lord
... savor Fang Nu's uterus to your heart's content..." The plump buttocks kept retreating. Han Feng exerted force with both hands,
thrusting his waist forward, his hard penis completely forcing open the cervix and penetrating the incredibly tender uterus. "Ah... My lord has entered
... entered my uterus..."

The soft flesh inside the uterus felt the intrusion of the penis and instinctively began to pulsate, like countless wet, slippery tongues
licking the glans. "Wonderful... so wonderful... there's even another vagina inside..." Han Feng
cried out in pleasure, thrusting wildly, each withdrawal almost pushing the glans to the edge of the vulva,
each insertion plunging the glans deep into the uterus. The two petals of the vulva and the cervix were like two warm
little mouths, constantly sucking on the hard tendons of the penis. Han Feng could feel his semen flowing continuously from his testicles
to his lower abdomen. Finally, with a powerful thrust of the penis, an unprecedented pleasure surged from his lower body, burning...
The semen finally burst through the tightly closed urethral opening, throbbing and pouring into the flower chamber!

"Ah... semen... my benefactor's semen..." Fanglan's uterus was scalded by the yang semen, her body convulsing violently
, erupting in waves of intense orgasms, her vaginal fluids dripping from the point where the penis was joined.

Han Feng, panting heavily, lay on top of Fanglan. This was the first time in his life he had experienced such a pleasurable ejaculation, as if
he had released all his lust and strength, leaving his body limp and unwilling to move.

"Hey, you're done, it's my turn!"

"Oh no, if I leave, Fanglan will be abused by them again..." So he straightened up, picked up Fanglan
's buttocks, and continued to manipulate her.

"Ah, my benefactor is so amazing... my benefactor's... has gotten bigger again... so amazing..." Fanglan moaned beautifully
, clumsily contracting her flower chamber, gripping Han Feng's semi-erect penis.

This time, Han Feng intentionally controlled the frequency of his thrusts, trying to prolong the time, hoping the man behind him would eventually get
impatient and leave. However, Fang Lan's lower body was simply too sensual; after only ten minutes, he had already
ejaculated again.

Han Feng, panting, turned around and despairingly discovered that the man from before hadn't left; instead, two
naked men were beside him, staring lustfully at the beauty beneath him! One of them even walked up to Fang Lan , his penis still attached
, seemingly wanting to use her mouth.

Seeing the situation was dire, Han Feng quickly flipped Fang Lan over, making her sit face-to-face on his lap.
Before Fang Lan could react, he kissed her full, rosy lips, silencing her.

Fang Lan was overwhelmed with gratitude; she had been raised as a sex toy under harsh discipline since birth, and had never experienced
such gentle treatment before. Unable to repay his kindness, she could only embrace her benefactor tightly, kissing him while
sliding her full breasts against his strong body, tears streaming down her perfect face like jade beads.

Han Feng kissed her, whispering in her ear, "Angel sister... if I leave, they'll definitely
come and abuse you, but I'm tired, can you move around a bit first..."

Fang Lan realized he had gone to such lengths for her! Deeply moved, she
gathered her long, soft hair behind her ear, gazing at Han Feng with tender affection, and began to move her lower body, using her clitoris and womb to stroke
his penis.

Under the beauty's devoted service, in less than half an hour, Han Feng ejaculated three more times in that alluring flower.
Although he was strong and robust, he had already chased the cage truck for over ten kilometers before arriving at the venue; how could he withstand such
repeated physical exertions? Finally, his penis twitched slightly, releasing only a small amount of thin semen. Han Feng let out a
cry and collapsed like a deflated balloon.

Fang Lan's heart ached at the sight. She quickly cradled Han Feng's head between her full, round breasts,
saying with heartache, "My lord... you've suffered so much. Please use Fang Lan's milk to restore your strength."

Han Feng was dizzy with exhaustion. In his dazed state, he felt a soft, protruding object enter his mouth, and a familiar
sweetness filled his mouth.

"So she saved me with her own milk..." Han Feng blushed. Strangely enough,
as the sweet milk flowed into his parched throat, Han Feng seemed to feel a powerful force rapidly flowing into his exhausted
body. His drowsiness vanished, as if he had been reborn!

"My lord...would you like to try Fangnu's anus next? Fangnu's anus contracts on its own,
so it's less tiring to use..."

Han Feng looked at the several eager male protagonists around him. Although he was worried about her anus still being injured,
he had no other choice at the moment! He could only nod helplessly.

Fanglan moved her body, and the penis slid out of her flower hole, immediately pressing against another moist little fleshy ring.
Han Feng was about to use his hand to guide the penis to find the entrance when he heard a "tsk" sound. The anus, like a living
little mouth, actually took the glans into the tender rectum!

"Ah...ah...ah..." The tender, tight flesh inside his rectum felt like countless wet, slippery tongues licking
every sensitive nerve on his penis, and like a small, vacuum-like mouth, swallowing and releasing the thick
shaft with shallow and deep thrusts. Every inch of skin from the glans to the shaft was soaked in the abundant, lustful fluid, both tingling and numbing
, so pleasurable that Han Feng almost fainted.

Although Fang Lan craved the lubrication of his semen, she was afraid that he would over-ejaculate and harm his body, so she dared not use too vigorous
techniques, only using some basic skills, hoping to keep Han Feng on the verge of orgasm for a long time.

Han Feng's energy had been fully restored. He let out a low growl and flipped Fang Lan over again, making her
lie on her stomach like a female dog, holding her jade buttocks, and forcefully thrusting into the beauty's jade anus.

"If Master likes...he can slap Fang Slave's ass a couple of times to help with the pleasure..." Fang Lan
said to him, shaking her beautiful buttocks as she saw him regain his vigor.

"What??" Han Feng was taken aback.

Watching the beautiful woman beneath him wag her hips like a bitch, begging for his whip, the scene was all too familiar
…

Han Feng's thoughts seemed to drift back to that nightmarish evening half a year ago, to the grove, to that smiling face that
concealed malice… that body deliberately seeking pleasure… his wife's resentful eyes… the spinning
stairwell… the scar covering his face, flashing before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

A surge of pity suddenly transformed into a raging rage, choking Han Feng.

"You want me to whip you that badly? Huh? You filthy slut?!" Han Feng gritted his teeth, "My lord
…" Fang Lan heard the malice in his tone and turned around in surprise. The handsome man behind her seemed
like a completely different person; the scar on his face appeared deeper and larger, like lightning splitting his left forehead and
extending to the right side of his neck.

The stranger grabbed a whip from beside him and swung it around. The whip lashed out, sending a gust of wind through her face. "Ah!"
The whip sliced across her smooth back like a blade, cutting through her delicate skin and leaving a trail of
blood on the ground. "Crack!!" "Ah!!!" The whip looped around her armpit and bit into her full breasts,
causing them to sway violently and spurt milk. The sharp pain pierced through the thick flesh and went straight to her heart.

"You slut, don't you like being whipped?! Come on! Get ready to be a slut!!" Han Feng's eyes were bloodshot as
the whip rained down.

"Yes...yes...Fangnu thanks her master for the whipping..."

The whip tip danced, blood and flesh splattered, and soon Fanglan's back was covered in blood
. The male protagonist, who had been waiting nearby, fearing he might be accidentally injured by the whip, had no choice but to leave dejectedly.

Han Feng's penis did not spare the tender anus either. With each lash, his lower body pounded like a pile driver,
almost shattering Fanglan's pelvis. His engorged penis, like a ferocious venomous dragon,
ravaged the injured anus, the flesh clinging tightly to it being pulled out repeatedly, like a blooming
flower of flesh. A pair of large breasts swayed violently back and forth, suddenly grabbed by Han Feng's hand and squeezed hard. The soft, jade-like breasts
deformed between his fingers, and large beads of blood seeped from the whip marks, flowing down Han Feng's hand along with the milk.

A moment later, the rock-hard penis ejaculated violently again inside her rectum. Just as Fanglan thought she could rest
for a while, a pair of large hands gripped her throat, forcing her to the ground. Sharp teeth bit into her delicate
nipples, tearing at them like a wild beast feeding. "It hurts..." Fanglan cried out softly, still struggling to squeeze
her breasts, letting milk spray into the beast's mouth. The rampaging penis inside her, stimulated by the milk, quickly
swelled again, and a new round of brutality began...

Han Feng's mind had descended into madness. All traces of the tenderness and pity from before were gone;
he was like a wolf in heat, frantically tearing at Fanglan's body, venting his bestial lust.

In the audience, a male protagonist quietly watched this bestial scene in the darkness, a
barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

Only after the last drop of milk in her breasts was suckled dry did the beast finally collapse. Fanglan's body was
covered in bloodstains, not a single patch of undamaged flesh remaining. The prolonged violent rape finally caused her to faint. The beast's ejaculate
filled her short, narrow intestines, continuously oozing from the corners of her mouth.

It was late, and the male protagonists who had been on trial had almost completely dispersed. Some of the female slaves were suspended in the air by iron hooks, while others
were raped unconscious on the stage. Qiqing, on the other hand, looked as if she had been pulled out of a lake of semen, her entire body covered in the foul-
smelling semen. Even in her unconscious state, she was still blissfully licking the semen from the corners of her mouth.

A few remaining conscious female slaves desperately pleaded with the departing masters at the exit, "My
lord, please, buy me back..."

"My lord, please try me out one more time... I'll definitely satisfy you..."

"Even if I have to be a toilet slave, it's fine... My lord, please buy me, my lord..."

The female slaves knelt, clutching the hems of the masters' robes, begging desperately. The masters kicked them away, "
Useless sluts, you worthless trash, you think you can be my slaves? Get out!"

Most of the masters on Inu Star did not engage in production. The slave houses that produced female slaves also adopted a self-governing management
system, as did the Lan Nu House. However, they had failed to sell a single female slave in three consecutive exhibitions
. If the sales volume was also zero this time, the entire Lan Nu House, from administrative slaves to product slaves, would be confiscated and
rendered useless. The thought of becoming a useless slave filled the female slaves with horror.

The lively stage quickly fell silent, leaving only Han Feng as the male protagonist. His hazy consciousness gradually returned, and he
opened his eyes to see Fang Lan lying unconscious on the ground, her body covered in blood. He rushed forward and scooped her up in his arms. The frenzied
violence he had just committed flashed before his eyes, filling him with remorse.

"I... what happened to me? How could I do such a thing..."

"My lord, if Fang Lan's service satisfies you, please buy her," a female slave pleaded, kneeling beside him
.

"No... hospital, where is the hospital? I need to take her to the hospital for treatment," Han Feng asked anxiously. "
My lord, this lowly slave doesn't understand what you mean by hospital, but if you buy her, you can take her anywhere
." The female slave looked at him with confusion. "Alright! I'll buy her, I'll buy her," Han Feng said resolutely. "Thank you,
my lord, thank you, my lord." Almost simultaneously, all the conscious female slaves on the stage kowtowed to Han Feng repeatedly.

A dressed servant cautiously asked, "Then, would you like to pay with Iberian currency, but...
is it payment via genetic recognition?"

"I...I don't have any..." Han Feng stammered awkwardly, realizing he was penniless.

A strong hand patted his shoulder familiarly. "Pack up all the slaves he wants. I'll pay
."

Han Feng looked behind him in surprise and exclaimed, "Liu Qiang!!!!"

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