The Buyer of Flesh Episode 1 (Episodes 1-9)

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Episode 1.

Synopsis:

People think that the trade of flesh is confined to the brothel, but
little do

of flesh is everywhere. A mysterious and powerful figure, a series of transactions involving beautiful women's bodies.

Checks wave, money reigns supreme. Who says money can't buy a beautiful woman's love and life? He loves creating miracles,
and he excels at it. He impersonates various identities, appearing before beautiful women facing life's difficulties,
personally creating miracles, letting the light of fortune shine upon them.

He is an evil buyer of flesh.

Traveling all over the world.

Prologue

The twilight's glow filtered through the glass window, falling on the few pieces of furniture in the small room. A few rays of light drifted in, creeping
into the corner to a slender, curvaceous figure, seemingly highlighting the melancholy in the woman's heart.
The door behind her was gently pushed open, and a graceful blonde woman walked in slowly, but
stopped after only two steps, as if knowingly asking, "You regret it?"

"No!"

The woman in the corner's voice was clear, but her body remained wooden.

"If you don't regret it, why don't you wear that ring on the table?"

Since entering the room, the blonde woman's gaze had mostly been fixed on the only table in the room
, as if that table was far more attractive than the room's occupant.

On that table sat a small wooden box, exquisitely carved, so beautiful that one doubted it was a product of
industrial society, but rather a treasure that should be hidden deep within a royal palace. Yet it was indeed merely a
box for storing items.

The wooden box was half-open, revealing two compartments covered with exquisite black brocade. In the left compartment lay a
key, its electronic lock handle adorned with a delicate phoenix pattern. In the right compartment was a
soft yellow ring, faintly radiating a jade-like glow. At first glance, the ring appeared undecorated, devoid of patterns, seemingly just a
simple jade ring. However, upon closer inspection, fine lines could be seen flowing like water
within , imbued with a mysterious beauty.

This mysterious beauty enveloped the two women for a short time, immersing them in a
peculiar state of silence, as if they were both reminiscing about something. Finally, the room's owner broke the silence,
asking in a replying tone, "Dear Lolita teacher, do you consider me a student who doesn't keep her contract
?"

"Who knows? In this age where miracles are rare, only God knows whether a contract is binding. Actually,
I've never doubted your commitment to contracts, but... contracts sometimes can't encompass everything, and people can't always
control their hearts."

"It seems it's not me who regrets it, but you, teacher."

The room's owner smiled gently, seemingly relieved. And she finally
emerged —bearing a glow like the moon breaking through the clouds. This girl's elfin, pure, and exquisite face was truly
rare among Westerners; even in Hollywood, the film kingdom known for its abundance of beauties, it's hard to find
anyone who could surpass her in this regard.

She slowly picked up the ring from the box, examining it closely, and exclaimed, "This ring
is more and more beautiful the more I look at it. Even just to have it, I believe many women would be willing to give anything."

Lolita smiled sweetly and said, "This ring is more than just beautiful. Ion Seth, it seems you
've already made your decision, which puts my mind at ease."

"Teacher, it seems you've been worried about something."

"Yes, I was afraid you'd hesitate, that you'd have doubts. You know, this ring can bring you both hope
and destruction."

"I've never doubted it."

Ion Seth smiled slightly, then her right hand, which had been holding the ring, naturally slipped onto the ring finger of her left hand. The ring, which
initially seemed a bit large, fit on effortlessly, everything appearing so natural. When her
right hand withdrew, even though her left hand was raised, the ring didn't seem to loosen, as if it naturally fit her ring finger,
firmly attached to it.

"You're much more resolute than I expected!"

Lolita said with an unusual tone of admiration.

Ion. Seth shook his head, his clear gaze fixed on the ring becoming hazy. His right hand unconsciously slid
to his firm breasts, caressing them without warning. "I had no choice… I don't know when he'll come to take
all this."

Seeing Ion's expression, Lolita shook her head, a wry smile on her face, and turned to leave. "He will come!"

The last rays of twilight refracted from around the corner, illuminating Lolita's smooth, jade-like left hand, where a soft, yellow ring with a jade-like sheen was clearly visible on
her ring finger…

Chapter One: The Evil Prince

The Mojave Desert, located in Southern California, USA. Due to the barrier of the Coast Mountains, the moist
westerly winds are difficult to reach, forming this vast expanse of yellow sand. Even in the technologically advanced year of 2020,
life here remains sparse, and human presence is rare.

Of course, sparsely populated doesn't mean completely uninhabited. Not to mention that this area borders the Nevada desert,
where the mysterious Area 51 might exist deep within. Even within the Mojave Desert itself, there are human settlements
. Here lies a very famous federal prison—Mojavena Jail. This is a rather special
prison, a prison known for its exceptionally beautiful women. The history of this "beauty prison" is relatively short, only about
five years . The legendary bill that spurred its creation is still a topic of much discussion among Americans.

The bill, numbered PG17171, is also known as the "Bamboos Act," named after the
senator . Its submission and passage
were largely due to several sex scandals involving beautiful female prisoners that occurred in US women's prisons in 2015. Although the authorities ultimately remained
tight-lipped , the passage of the Bamboos Act provided Americans with a lasting topic of discussion. The core of the bill was
to transfer all female prisoners with a beauty index exceeding six to Mojavena Jail in California for centralized incarceration. A
special established to assess the female prisoners' beauty index. Legend has it that the judging committee also commissioned relevant...
A scientific research institution designed a set of mathematical formulas to determine everything through data. Thus, the Bambus
Act acquired a scandalous nickname: the "Beauty Prisoner Act."

It's said that every year, the number of prison transfer requests sent to Mojavina Prison is overwhelming, requiring
truckloads . The applicants include not only incarcerated female prisoners, but also women who aren't prisoners,
and even groups of non-women actively participate, with the number growing rapidly.

These various unique applications have long been a source of amusement for gossip magazines,
who enthusiastically donate money and goods to Mojavina Prison under various pretexts in exchange for
firsthand information related to the applications. As a result, the prison's staff consistently enjoy the highest
level of unofficial benefits among all federal prisons.

Nighttime, Mojavina Prison. Thirty-six-year-old female warden, Karen. Shel remained in her
office, reviewing three personnel files, appearing somewhat hesitant. Last week, Deputy
Warden Max had died suddenly of a heart attack, and the prison needed to appoint a new deputy warden. Now she was
agonizing over this decision.

Mojavina Prison's management differed from other prisons in the United States. The prison had one warden and two deputy
wardens , with clear regulations stipulating that the warden must be a woman, while the deputy wardens would be one man and one woman.
There was also an age requirement for male deputy wardens: they must be over fifty-five years old. The implicit meaning of these regulations was obvious:
to prevent sexual scandals between male administrators and female prisoners. After all, even the strongest fifty-five-year-
old man , wouldn't have much of a sexual drive. If someone was prematurely impotent, the risk was even
lower.

Of course, the risk of sexual scandals wasn't limited to the male deputy warden; his twenty male
guards could also potentially misbehave. However, since these male prison guards are usually only responsible for patrolling and
guarding and are prohibited from entering the prisoner's living quarters without the warden's permission, their
risk of sexual misconduct is even lower than that of their superiors, who may already be powerless to intervene.

As for why a certain number of male administrators are included in the women's prison, it's partly for security reasons;
desert prisons are too isolated and pose a potential risk of external invasion. It's also for humane
reasons; a mix of men and women makes the work easier. Women, when isolated for a long time, often become more deviant than men. This
principle applies not only to female prisoners but also to female prison guards.

Mojavina Prison has a potential
solution : they try to arrange for married guards to be transferred there as couples, while single guards are encouraged
to pair up internally. If no pairing is found in a short period, the woman can stay, but the man will most likely be deported.
This is the ironclad rule set by Warden Karin Sheer, which has been considered a major
factor .

However, against this backdrop,
the death of , gave Warden Karen Sheer a real headache. Choosing Max's successor was undoubtedly
crucial.

But looking at the files of the candidates she had painstakingly discussed with the prison management committee,
each seemed like a decent deputy warden, but whether placing them in Mohavia, a
prison teeming with beautiful women, would cause problems required careful consideration. Karen Sheer ultimately decided to focus on assessing the three men's
sexual prowess rather than a comprehensive evaluation of their abilities, because she needed a "well-behaved" deputy
warden, not a potential powder keg.

The first file, number 3577268, listed the filer as Carl, fifty-six years old, with a full beard and a face covered
in wrinkles, generally fitting the characteristics of a middle-aged man. However, Karen Sheer noticed he
had few gray hairs, and his physique seemed well-maintained; at 1.73 meters tall and weighing only 70 kilograms, he was
neither too thin nor too fat.

The latest photos showed that his chest and abdominal muscles were still strong as he walked, giving him a powerful appearance. It was hard to
say that such a person's libido had completely collapsed. Karin Sheer immediately ruled him out.

The second file, number 3645733, was filed by Barry, a fifty-seven-year-old man who looked like an old
, overweight man, standing at 1.65 meters tall but weighing a hefty 80 kilograms. Everything seemed to fit Karin Sheer
's requirements. However, Karin Sheer eventually noticed Barry's eyes. His eyes were far more piercing than most people's,
and one photo showed that Barry was bald, which, combined with his eyes, made his entire demeanor appear overly fierce.
This made Karin Sheer quite uneasy. Because her intuition told her that fierce people rarely aged prematurely, and Barry's hidden
danger might be even greater than the previous candidate. Karin Sheer decided to put him aside for now.

The last file, number 3995559, was filed by Mervyn. Ronan, fifty-eight years old, was
the
oldest of the three . In the photo, Mervyn Ronan looked somewhat disheveled, his messy hair mostly gray, with only a few strands of black showing, making him appear listless. He wore reading glasses,
and the gray pupils behind them seemed somewhat cloudy. From a distance, his 1.81-meter height and
68- kilogram weight made him appear even thinner.

However, Karen Shel noticed that Mervyn Ronan seemed well-maintained; although his forehead was lined with wrinkles,
his face and hands showed no obvious signs of aging. His actual age seemed difficult to determine, which
made Karen Shel hesitate. However, compared to the other two, Mervyn Ronan's somewhat cloudy eyes and thin
body reassured Karen Shel, and the fact that his file showed he was the oldest also prompted Karen Shel
to finally make her decision: Mervyn Ronan would become the second male deputy warden of Mojavina Prison.
This decision initially surprised Karen. Shel was thrilled, believing she had made the right choice.
But what was the truth? That's a question for "Mervin Ronan," who was currently thousands of miles away. As for
why the name was in quotation marks, that's a question for the original owner of that name—unfortunately, he was already in his
coffin, en route to a Los Angeles cemetery, otherwise he would probably be questioning why he was still
"alive."

Mervin Ronan wasn't murdered; the imposter wasn't a murderer. He was impersonating Mervin Ronan.
Ronan's actions were purely impulsive. Mervyn Ronan died in a sudden car accident on a rainy night. The imposter
happened and overheard the old man's dying words: his greatest wish was to die peacefully in
the position of warden of Mojavena Prison.

What admirable words! Unfortunately, he never received Mojavena's "acceptance letter."

Perhaps the old man's dying words moved the imposter. Driven by some twisted sense of humor and possessing sufficient resources to
carry out the impersonation plan, someone took care of the old man's funeral, altered his appearance, and placed him in a Los Angeles cemetery,
while he himself, as Mervyn Ronan, swaggered towards Mojavena Prison.
Every man has a certain yearning for the legendary "beauty prison," and the imposter's greatest ideal has always
been he had long been eager to see if the legendary prison, born from the "Beautiful Prisoner Act," lived up to
its reputation.

Those beautiful prisoners judged by their beauty index are, in a sense, just evil canaries, and
the Bambus Act should actually be called the "Evil Canary Act."

These evil canaries have more stories and more mysteries than ordinary people, worthy of his time to explore.

This excited him greatly.

　Japan, near Tokyo, a quiet and secluded old house.

A young woman in a kimono with long, flowing hair stands quietly under the ancient eaves, her eyes closed, as if listening to
sounds falling from the distant starry sky.

She is tall and graceful, with exquisite beauty, her tranquility exuding an ancient elegance. The pure
white kimono with its elegant patterns complements her perfectly, highlighting the serene beauty of Japanese women. However, what is striking is that
the young woman holds a long samurai sword in her right hand. Although her hand doesn't move, the sword constantly
emits a soft, clear sound, its light rippling like waves within a small area, creating a strong contrast with the woman's stillness.

But all of this didn't last long. A sudden sound of footsteps interrupted everything. The young woman
frowned, sheathed her knife, and turned around to ask in a low voice, "What is it?"

The newcomer was a middle-aged woman dressed like a butler. Upon hearing this, she bowed and presented a tray covered with a black
cloth to the young woman, saying, "Miss, Mei Tao has returned, but she has locked herself in her room and dares not
come out. It seems the mission failed. This is what they asked her to bring to you."

The young woman snorted but did not respond immediately. She simply lifted the black cloth on the tray and stared at the
folded white sheet inside—or rather, white was not accurate, because the white sheet was covered in grime. In one place, there were
even 　　 clusters of plum blossom-like bloodstains, as well as large patches of turbid yellowish-white stains.
Although the sheet looked like it had been "stained" for two days, the young woman's keen sense of smell could still detect
the peculiar fishy smell emanating from its surface, a smell she had been able to smell almost every day not long ago. Her
face instantly darkened, a rare sight for the beautiful housekeeper. While her mistress was
known for her quiet detachment, she possessed an exceptionally good temper. She hadn't expected Mei Tao's failure to cause such a sudden change in her expression, which
surprised her greatly. Even more surprising was the rapid shift in the young woman's demeanor; just moments before, she had been cold and aloof,
but had softened, even a hint of a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Miss, are you alright?"

the housekeeper couldn't help but ask with concern.

The young woman shook her head slightly, asking instead, "Besides this, what else did Mei Tao bring back?"

"Nothing else,"

the housekeeper replied, shaking her head. "Is Mei Tao wearing a soft yellow ring?"

the young woman asked again.

"A ring? Meitao has nothing on her hands. When she came back, besides her ninja uniform, she even
lost her underwear and bra. I'm afraid her virginity was defiled."

"That bastard, a lingerie collector,"

the young woman muttered under her breath. Unfortunately, the butler didn't hear her. He only saw the young woman's expression
change slightly before she nodded, seemingly quite satisfied. The butler even saw
a hint of sweetness in her eyes shortly afterward—how strange!

"From today onward, give Meitao the status and treatment of a guest. Tell her she should
feel honored to have lost her virginity to that person, and that she is no longer a servant of the Ando family. That's all. Have her come here to see me; I will
resolve her inner conflict."

"Yes."

Despite his many doubts, the butler could only keep them to himself and went to carry out the order. Of course, she was also
redefining her relationship with Meitao at the same time. It all stemmed from a single sentence from the young woman, a sentence that would clearly elevate
Meitao's status in the Ando family to the highest level. And what that status meant was something the housekeeper dared not imagine.

"Just losing her virginity, and she's turned from a crow into a phoenix!"

A silent sigh churned within the beautiful housekeeper's heart…

Hong Kong, Central's new landmark, the 150-story Wish Tower. In the chairman's private
conference , the meeting was almost over, and a circle of beautiful secretaries and assistants surrounded the room. Judging from their
movements, they were either holding shorthand notebooks or folders, and even more outrageous,
most of , while others were constantly writing and drawing on their handheld computers.

Every time she saw this spectacular scene, Li Ruotong, after the meeting, felt that one day she would faint in
front of everyone .

Is this work for a human? Even robots couldn't withstand this kind of torment!

Although she founded the company and is its de facto manager, she never imagined
it could grow to such a scale in just three years.

Starting with only ten people, it now boasts over 20,000 full-time employees, expanding like a balloon in three years. The

company's entire history is a repetitive cycle of hiring, hiring, and hiring again, seemingly without end.
The busiest department is never the sales department, but the human resources department, as
evidenced by the rapid balding of its HR manager.

Building a commercial aircraft carrier is certainly something to be proud of, but if piloting it is this
exhausting, then it's somewhat self-inflicted.

The entire Hong Kong and even Southeast Asia look up to her, Li Ruotong, for creating a wealth
myth at such a young age. And today, the Wish company's myth is no less impressive than Google's myth fifteen years ago.

However, who would have known that just three years prior, Li Ruotong was merely a postgraduate student at the Hong Kong University of Science and Technology? She had
even been chased and nearly sold into prostitution on Portland Street because her father's gambling addiction had left her with enormous debts. Then, a
man miraculously appeared before her, granting her a wish worth thirty million US dollars.

Everything changed in an instant. All her former glory seemed to have been
thoroughly she was around, while a divine light of fortune began to shine upon her entire life.

Because of the impact of this extraordinary encounter, she believed that wishes coming true could change a person's life, so she
created a website called "Wishing Tree," initially intended to provide ordinary people with a place to make wishes. However,
the man felt that making wishes that couldn't be fulfilled was beneath the name, so he upgraded the Wishing Tree website to "
A Hall of Wishes That May Come True."

At the time, Li Ruotong thought this man was somewhat abnormal, or to put it bluntly, insane. But after
the man gave her a billion-dollar fund, she began to think that a little madness might not be so bad.

Thus, Wish was born, and the world went almost crazy, because never before
had a company given away money like Wish. The Wishing Tree website suddenly became almost
on par .

In the first year, Li Ruotong spent $500,000 every day to fulfill the wishes of those who made them on the website. Meanwhile, the Wishing Tree
website's revenue was zero. Everyone was waiting to see the Wishing Tree fail. While Li Ruotong spent money recklessly under someone's encouraging gaze
, she secretly grieved as the numbers on her fund's balance sheet shrank. She had to
recruit talent to manage the fund, using its gains in the financial markets to compensate for the daily spending
. Even so, the fund's size shrank by ten percent within a year. In

the second year, the daily spending rose to one million dollars. The whereabouts of a certain man began to become strange,
and Li Ruotong's sense of spending money began to numb. Fortunately, the Wishing Tree website began to generate some revenue in the first half of the year.
Although this revenue couldn't even cover the ever-increasing daily expenses due to the surge in traffic caused by strict control over the website's content, including online advertising
, it did slow down the rate at which the fund was depleted. As
the website's loyal user base expanded, the content it offered began to expand substantially, and the company's internet
technology also began to advance rapidly. Starting in the second half of the year, the influx of powerful advertisers began to give Li Ruotong
a sense of being on the verge of survival. At the end of the year, the fund size increased rather than decreased, ultimately reaching a 30% increase.

By the third year, in the first half of the year alone, this figure had increased fivefold, and the fund's usable size
had doubled . At this time, the daily expenditure on helping those who made wishes to have their wishes fulfilled had reached five million US dollars.
At the end of the year, the company's annual profit exceeded three billion US dollars, and it was projected that
the profit for the fourth year would exceed five billion US dollars.

Now, just halfway through the fourth year, Wishing Tree has successfully listed on the Hong Kong Stock Exchange, raising 7.5 billion US dollars by disposing of
25% of its equity, and the stock price rose by more than 200% on the first day of listing. In terms of stock
market capitalization , Wish has now entered the ranks of companies worth hundreds of billions of dollars, becoming a veritable
behemoth.

A wealth myth was born, and no one knew who was behind it.

Who exactly was the mastermind behind Wish? Li Ruotong couldn't help but touch the soft yellow ring on her left hand.
A smiling face she both loved and hated flashed through her mind.

"I wonder where that guy has disappeared to again,"

Li Ruotong muttered to herself, as she walked out of the conference room, ignoring the eager gazes of her secretaries and assistants. The next moment,
her hands and ears were never free again.

"Chairman, this is the budget for the second half of the year: the expansion of the Xingyuan Department staff, the upgrade
budget for the computer room and computing center equipment, the construction budget for the mainland logistics center, and the procurement budget for the Sagittarius Sky Survey satellite project. Please take a look..."

"Chairman, Ms. Liang Ruobing, the editor-in-chief of 'Power' magazine, would like to schedule an interview with you..."

"You are to attend the scholarship establishment ceremony of the School of Computer Science at the University of Science and Technology at 10:30..."

"The Chief Executive has invited you to lunch. There are rumors that the Chief Executive's son plans to propose to you at the lunch..." "

The Hong Kong Jockey Club has invited you to the annual horse racing event. Prince Al-Shabuya of the UAE has already sent you five of the
finest racehorses..." "

..."

"Cut! I don't want to do anything right now."

Li Ruotong suddenly interrupted everything. "Prepare me the nearest lounge. I just want to watch the live broadcast of the International Go Tournament
on TV5 ."

The group of secretaries and assistants immediately fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances. No one knew what was wrong with the glamorous goddess-like chairman
today. In fact, Li Ruotong didn't know what was wrong with her either.

She only missed him intensely, even though he had only been gone for three months, the tide of longing had already
begun to rise uncontrollably. She knew this state of mind wasn't good, and she had no right to demand that he stay by her
side, because he didn't belong to her alone.

"There's only one prince, but many princesses!"

That's what he said, his smile somewhat wicked, just like
the nickname "Evil Prince."

Now she only wanted to see things related to him, like people or events he had mentioned, to suppress the surging impulse
within her .

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