Silk scarf anchor Zhang Yating

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Sometimes, rationality is truly important, but often by the time we realize it, it's already too late. We're already deeply mired in emotions, unable to extricate ourselves. Even if someone keeps reminding or pulling us back, it's completely useless. Because that's how people are; when emotions control everything, the more they are hindered, the more determined they become. Even knowing they'll be shattered to pieces, they still rush forward like moths to a flame, firmly believing that their persistence, deemed foolish by others, is a romantic transformation into a phoenix.

It's always a lonely night. I always wish it weren't a lonely night, I always wish there was someone to keep me company, but it's always a lonely night.
Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, the strong smell of medicine surrounds me, so strong I can barely smell it anymore; I've become one with it.
The bedside lamp suddenly turned on. Although it was just a dim, yellowish light, it was enough to make the person on the bed squint. "It's time to change the dressing!" came the voice. It took the person on the bed about ten seconds to adjust to the dim light. Then, she threw off the quilt covering her and then lifted her robe. Her 32C-23-33 figure was revealed in the dim light. However, on what should have been a flawless body, there were shocking bright red marks. There was a thin line like she had been whipped, a thick line like she had been tied up, clear handprints, and a bruise of unknown origin. Her battered body was unbearable to look at.
Then the person standing at the foot of the bed, like a heartless, cold-blooded animal, coldly and indifferently looked at the woman's wounds. The woman bent her legs, which were originally flat, and then opened them slightly to the sides, like a childbirth position, exposing her white jade vulva, which had been shaved to be as white as jade and had no pubic hair. However, the white jade vulva, which should have been as white as snow, was bright red like an upside-down strawberry, and the slightly everted labia were even redder, like a ripe strawberry.

The person at the foot of the bed took a jar of ointment from the cart next to him, opened the lid, and the pungent smell of the ointment masked the original smell. He rubbed two fingers of ointment on his index and middle fingers, then placed the ointment on the cart. He slowly brought his two fingers close to the woman's vulva. The moment the ointment touched the vulva, the woman lying on the bed clenched her fists tightly. This was a burning pain that she would never get used to, even after a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times. As the ointment was spread on the vulva, the woman's waist twisted involuntarily, and her hands gripped the sides of the mattress tightly. Her legs, which were originally open, trembled and tried to squeeze inward.
The person at the foot of the bed finally removed their hand from the woman's acupoints. They glanced at the woman, who was covered in large beads of sweat and breathing heavily, then turned and washed their hands in the basin of water on the cart. They then picked up a tube of ointment, went to the woman's left side, squeezed a dollop of ointment into their palm, rubbed it between their hands, spread it evenly, looked at the woman, and asked, "Do you need a stick?"
"No, I can handle it," the woman said.
Before she could finish speaking, their ointment-covered hands were placed on the woman's wounds. The excruciating pain, like a thousand cuts, the burning sensation like being engulfed in flames, assaulted the woman's nerves and mind in an instant. The woman arched her back, thrusting her chin upwards, biting her lips to stifle a cry, and trying to control her body from writhing in pain.
The hand finally left the woman's body. The person beside the bed gently patted her shoulder, then walked back to the foot of the bed, washed their hands again, and finally took a pill. The woman, who had almost used all her strength to sit up, took the pill, popped it into her mouth, drank some water, and the pain instantly subsided by more than half. She said to the person at the foot of the bed, "Thank you."

The person at the foot of the bed only glanced at her before pushing the cart away. The woman lay back down. Although the pain was much less, it still made it difficult for her to close her eyes. After an unknown amount of time, the woman felt someone sitting beside the bed. She turned over and asked, "Why are you here?"
"To see you," the man said, sitting in a chair. "
Where's Yingxiu?" the woman asked.
"Busy."
"Why did you let him out?" the woman asked again.
"I don't know," the man shook his head.
"Why did you betray him?" the woman asked again. "I don't know
," the man shook his head again.
"Why are you still chasing me?" the woman asked, looking at the man.
"Just like why you kept chasing after him," the man looked into the woman's eyes and answered.
"I don't want to talk to you like this, I'd rather not talk to you at all."
"Then I'll stay here with you."
"I want you to leave."
"Then I'll wait for you outside.
" "I don't like you like this."
"I don't like you like this either."
"When we gave up on each other, you should have known I was no longer under your control."
"We can do it again."
"But I'm not the same person I was then." The woman's eyes reddened slightly.
"I don't care."
"But I care a lot. I'm not the same person I was, not the person who deserves this from you! Zhuangzhuang, do you understand? It's all my fault! Everything is because of me! Because of me, Zhang Yating!" The woman, Zhang Yating, tears streamed from her eyes.

Just then, a voice rang out: "Don't be so noisy! This isn't the place for you to talk!"
Zhuangzhuang turned around and saw a female celebrity in the next bed. Zhuangzhuang said calmly, "You should sleep well, or you don't need to come back."
The female celebrity glanced at Zhuangzhuang, and Zhuangzhuang took out the name tag hanging around his neck to show her. The female celebrity immediately cowered upon seeing it, quickly lay down, and pulled the curtain closed.
"You shouldn't be like this," Zhang Yating said.
"For you, anything is worth it," Zhuangzhuang replied.
"Would you say this to Yingxiu? Or Yijie?" Zhang Yating asked.
"No,"
Zhang Yating looked at Zhuangzhuang and then said, "If you want to sit here, I won't bother you, just don't disturb me."
After saying that, Zhang Yating turned around, pulled up the blanket, and turned her back to Zhuangzhuang. Zhuangzhuang sat on the chair with his arms crossed, watching Zhang Yating's back, quietly blending his own presence into the darkness.
Although she turned her back to Zhuangzhuang and said she was going to rest, Zhang Yating didn't actually sleep or rest. Instead, she silently recalled her joy, happiness, sadness, and pain.
Absolutely no normal woman would be willing to do those things to please a man, and even if she did, there was no guarantee of success; it was just a matter of chance. But Zhang Yating was that abnormal woman—or perhaps she was made abnormal by herself. Because of this abnormality, she found herself in this dilemma, unable to live without that abnormal life, yet yearning to return to a normal one. Day after day, time after time, Zhang Yating prayed to heaven for a miracle to help her escape from that abnormality. But reality was always cruel. Not only did she not escape, but because of these recollections, her vagina began to secrete fluid again.

"Oh, oh, oh, hehe, so good, so good... Husband, husband, oh, oh, oh... more, more, harder... oh, oh, don't stop, don't stop... mmm, mmm, mmm... more, more..."
Inside the room, a woman with short hair and a petite yet shapely figure, her 33C breasts swaying like surging waves, was being violently thrust into. Her 25-inch waist was being gripped tightly by a pair of large hands, and her 33-inch buttocks were being violently pounded. The woman's moans were deafening. A deformed penis, its shape and angle abnormal, was rapidly entering and exiting the woman's wetness. The deformed penis thrust in and out again, causing the woman to scream wildly. Her hands, braced on the bed, pressed tightly against the mattress, trying to hold on to withstand the fast and powerful thrusts from behind.
"Brother Fu...Brother Fu...I'm going to die, I'm going to die...This is so good, so good...It's so good, ahhh...I can't take it, I can't take it...I feel like I'm going to climax again and again...Zhihan, Zhihan...ahhhh!"
The woman, the big gun anchor Chen Zhihan, was being repeatedly thrust into from behind by her husband, Fu Nan. Fu Nan's grip was very strong, and Chen Zhihan's waist was not only being held but also being fixed in place. Every time Fu Nan's deformed penis thrust into the deepest part, Chen Zhihan's vagina felt like it was being hit by a bunch of cannons from different directions, making her vagina bulge and swell up. Chen Zhihan was overwhelmed by an unpredictable and surprising pleasure, experiencing both pleasure and climax.
Chen Zhihan's face suddenly lifted upwards and then slumped downwards, her chin-length hair flying wildly in the process. Her right shoulder shrugged upwards forcefully, her body gradually tilting to one side due to the intense pleasure of the orgasm and the exhaustion from being roughly penetrated. Chen Zhihan gripped the bedspread, while the man behind her pressed his weight forward, pushing his deformed penis even deeper into her wet hole. Chen Zhihan let out a loud cry: "Ohh ... "Ah... I'm going..." She then leaned forward, her buttocks sticking up even higher. Chen Zhihan's left cheek pressed against the bed. Fu Nan thrust into her even harder, probably over a hundred times. Chen Zhihan lay motionless, as if unconscious, her hands flat on the bed, her upper body pressed against it, her knees, calves, and the backs of her feet flat on the bed. Only her buttocks remained sticking up, letting the deformed penis, having just ejaculated inside her, slap against her buttocks a few times, leaving the remaining semen on them.

Fu Nan left the room, turned on his laptop, and then his phone rang. Fu Nan answered, "Is tonight okay?"
"Very, very good! We had a blast!" came an excited voice from the other end of the line.
"That's good," Fu Nan said with a smile.
"You really trained him very well, exactly as we wanted."
"It's my honor to have you satisfied."
"I've already transferred the money to your account, have you received it?"
"Yes, I just saw it."
"Will there be another opportunity next time?"
"Of course, just tell me first, and I can arrange it for you."
"Great!"
After hanging up the phone, Fu Nan opened a monitoring program. Fu Nan put on the over-ear headphones, and the screen showed a room with three men: a bald man, a fat man, and a short man. The three men were standing by the bed, and in the middle of the circle they formed was a woman with a ponytail, who was naked like the three men. Her hands were bound behind her back with special SM equipment. The woman, Zhang Yating, looked up at the three men with a pitiful expression. The three men were poking, stroking, and slapping Zhang Yating's somewhat classical face.
The fat man first pressed down on Zhang Yating's head, and Zhang Yating automatically opened her mouth. The fat man shoved his penis into Zhang Yating's mouth, and Zhang Yating let out a "woo..." sound. The fat man held Zhang Yating's head down with both hands and vigorously swung his waist, thrusting in and out as if Zhang Yating's mouth were her jade orifice. The short man squatted down and pinched, grabbed, pulled, flicked, and squeezed Zhang Yating's C-cup breasts with both hands. Before this, Zhang Yating had already been forced to take a large amount of undiluted "love transfer" drug. Ting felt as if she had been struck by lightning when the short man did this to her; her whole body felt numb, tingling, painful, and itchy. The bald man, who was already leaning towards Zhang Yating from behind, first grabbed Zhang Yating's neck with his right hand, making it even harder for her to breathe, which was already difficult for her to breathe properly due to oral sex. At the same time, the bald man used his knee to push against Zhang Yating's back, and then used his left hand to slap, hit, punch, and beat Zhang Yating's buttocks. The stimulation was much more intense than that from the short man, causing Zhang Yating to roll her eyes back frequently, and saliva kept flowing from the corners of her mouth.

Suddenly, the fat man's penis thrust deep, almost reaching Zhang Yating's throat, while the short man's hands suddenly gripped her tightly, nearly tearing her C-cup breasts. The bald man behind her suddenly and repeatedly pounded Zhang Yating's plump buttocks while his right hand tightly gripped her neck. Zhang Yating trembled all over, whether from pleasure or from near-death pain, it was hard to tell. Zhang Yating could no longer hold the fat man's penis in her mouth, and her C-cup breasts rose sharply with her arched back and forward-moving buttocks. Then, all three men released her at once, and Zhang Yating, like a seedling that had suddenly lost its support, instantly fell forward to the ground, panting. Because her hands were restrained behind her back, Zhang Yating fell forward, only her bright red buttocks sticking out.
The short man walked behind Zhang Yating and, seeing her bright red, round buttocks, his lust flared. He bent down slightly, grabbed Zhang Yating's hand, and lifted it up, as if to give him a foothold. Then, he raised his right foot and stomped on Zhang Yating's buttocks repeatedly. The intense pain made Zhang Yating cry out, "Ahhh... It hurts so much... It hurts so much... It hurts so much... No, no, no... I can't take it anymore... It hurts so much..."
After the short man's stomping, Zhang Yating's buttocks became even redder. At this moment, the fat man also grabbed Zhang Yating... Ting's hair lifted Zhang Yating's body, while the fat man used his other hand to whip Zhang Yating's body repeatedly with the belt he had just taken off. "Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!" Now Zhang Yating's snow-white body was covered with bright red marks, which varied in thickness depending on the angle. However, without any Western-style "love transfer," Zhang Yating was not only in excruciating pain but also experiencing pleasure to the point of almost ascending to heaven. Her white jade orifice kept leaking fluid, and if she was whipped harder, she would experience a climax and squirt fluid within half a second after being whipped, while enduring the burning pain.
"What a slut! Such an elegant anchor on the screen, yet she enjoys being whipped like this, even having an orgasm like this, squirting so much water, it's almost turned into a lake! Zhang Yating, do you really want us to fuck you that badly?" The bald man walked up to Zhang Yating, holding a silk scarf, and forcefully pulled the scarf to both sides. Zhang Yating looked at the vibrating scarf in front of her, her heart tightened, and the walls of her vagina suddenly contracted. Her body trembled, and her eyes revealed a light of fear and excitement. The bald man slowly tied the silk scarf around Zhang Yating's neck.

Like a ritual, when the bald man came up behind Zhang Yating and wrapped the silk scarf around her neck, Zhang Yating seemed to transform into a completely different person. She turned to look at the bald man, her eyes filled with a longing gaze, as if she desperately wanted to be fucked. Without hesitation, the bald man forcefully thrust his penis into Zhang Yating's so-called "nine bends and eighteen turns" white jade hole. Once his penis entered, it was like entering a crowded mass of people, unable to move an inch yet forced to move forward. The bald man shuddered, then grabbed Zhang Yating's ponytail and, with a loud shout, forcefully broke through Zhang Yating's white jade hole. This forceful breakthrough made Zhang Yating moan and groan with pleasure, while for the bald man, most of the energy he could still hold was instantly drained away, not to mention that after reaching the depths, being tightly sucked by the white jade hole, he was practically left with half a life.
"Ohhh...so good, so good...don't stop, don't stop...I'm going to die, I'm going to die...this is too strong...Ya-ting, Ya-ting is going crazy, ahhh..."
After the bald man had thrust into Zhang Yating about a hundred times, he couldn't contain his lust any longer. He forcefully pulled Zhang Yating's ponytail back, lifting her up. Her C-cup breasts swayed violently with each thrust, and her moans grew louder and more uncontrollable. Her vaginal muscles writhed more intensely, and the bald man ejaculated after less than fifty thrusts. Immediately afterward, the fat man's penis filled Zhang Yating's vagina. He thrust upwards into her, lifting her chin high and rolling her eyes back, as if she were being lifted to the sky. The fat man used his large belly to support and slam her buttocks against him. This stimulation caused Zhang Yating's vagina to be stimulated not only internally but also externally. Under this combined attack, Zhang Yating involuntarily began to move her body back and forth in response to the fat man's thrusts. This intensified the stimulation of the vaginal walls, already at their peak due to the effects of the "love transfer" drug, which provided even more intense stimulation to the fat man's penis. After less than a hundred thrusts, the fat man couldn't take it anymore and thrust Zhang Yating high into the air. As Zhang Yating released a waterfall of vaginal fluid, the fat man's penis also gushed out a fountain of semen. Zhang Yating's moans were like children singing in a square, so beautiful and melodious: "Hehehe, oh oh, I've climaxed! Ah ah... ah ah... ah ah..." "Ugh, ugh, it's so good... ugh, ugh, ugh, it feels so good... so incredibly good... oh oh oh oh... more, more..."
Zhang Yating's legs formed a horseshoe shape, the waterfall of orgasm continued, and the spasms in her body made her seem like she was having an epileptic seizure. At this moment, the short man came in front of Zhang Yating. The short man was even shorter than Zhang Yating, who was 167 cm tall, but he had a lot of ambition. The short man forced Zhang Yating's upper body onto the bed, then grabbed the silk scarf around Zhang Yating's neck, and grabbed the reins like riding a horse. His penis suddenly thrust into Zhang Yating's white jade hole. At this moment, the "nine twists and eighteen bends" inside the white jade hole could be described as extremely complex with the violent writhing. The penetration was so intense that, although the penis was said to be inserted, it was almost like cutting through thorns and brambles to reach the middle of the white jade hole. The short man, clutching Zhang Yating's silk scarf, panted, thinking that Zhang Yating actually had such a difficult-to-reach white jade hole. However, his lust made him disregard everything and fuck Zhang Yating. His other hand was slapping Zhang Yating's buttocks, making Zhang Yating enjoy the pleasure of being fucked and the pleasure of being slapped at the same time. Zhang Yating kept moaning, and because the silk scarf was being held, she felt an indescribable humiliating pleasure, which made Zhang Yating's white jade hole writhe even more intensely. After the short man fucked her hard for more than a hundred times, he was sucked out of a bunch of semen by Zhang Yating's white jade hole.

"Looks like he should be rewarded properly!" Fu Nan said, looking at the screen and masturbating.
Looking at the lewd scene on the screen, his already not-quite-softened, deformed penis became erect again. Fu Nan muttered to himself, "How should I reward him properly? Should I fuck him right there in the studio? Or should I give him a good three-shot in the brothel? Or should I let him have a good orgasm in the office? Or should I use him as a sex toy in the toilet? Hehehe, it seems I should also entertain my old friend while I'm at it, let him know about the atmosphere at Zhongtian! That way, I might have a better chance to get promoted! Then I can have more girls to enjoy!"
Perhaps it was these lewd thoughts that made Fu Nan's deformed penis even more swollen. Fu Nan couldn't take it anymore, shut down his laptop, threw down his over-ear headphones, and returned to his room. Seeing Chen Zhihan still sticking out her butt, Fu Nan climbed on top of her and pressed his hands down on Chen Zhihan. Han's buttocks, in a half-squatting position, once again thrust the deformed penis into Chen Zhihan's wet cannon hole: "Wife! Your husband is going to fuck you to death!"

As dawn approached, Zhang Yating sat up from the bed, and Zhuangzhuang, who was beside her, also opened his eyes. Zhang Yating glanced at Zhuangzhuang, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Zhuangzhuang stood up, and Zhang Yating put on the clothes she had prepared beforehand. Zhuangzhuang stepped forward, but was gently pushed away by Zhang Yating. Zhang Yating turned to look at Zhuangzhuang and whispered, "No."
Zhuangzhuang followed behind Zhang Yating. After leaving the consultation room, they found that they were in a very ordinary-looking residential building. However, what was more surprising was that there were two security guards in such a building. But to be honest, most people probably wouldn't care too much. A black car was already parked at the door. Zhang Yating looked at Zhuangzhuang, and Zhuangzhuang nodded: "At least let me do this."
"That's enough," Zhang Yating said.
Zhuangzhuang nodded. Zhang Yating opened the car door, glanced at Zhuangzhuang one more time before getting in, closed the door, and drove away, leaving Zhuangzhuang standing alone at the door. A cool breeze blew by, ruffling Zhuangzhuang's hair. Zhuangzhuang turned around, walked to the guards, and took out two thousand yuan: "I'll trouble you two to notify them again in the future."
"No problem, it's just a small favor," one of the guards said after accepting the two thousand yuan.

Upon arriving at Zhongtian's building, Zhang Yating went straight to the dressing room. The dressing room was empty; even the stylist wasn't there yet. Only the broadcasting uniform, which had been chosen the day before, hung on the hanger. Zhang Yating picked up the hanger, went into the dressing room, and took off the clothes. Looking at herself in the mirror, it was clear that after applying medicine and resting, most of the scars on her body had faded, but some redness was still visible. Zhang Yating was wearing a set of neon orange lace lingerie. The lingerie had a special design, and the cut on both sides made Zhang Yating's 32C breasts appear even firmer. The low-waisted thong of the same color made Zhang Yating's figure look extremely beautiful.
Wearing a pale yellow U-neck cotton dress, the form-fitting cotton accentuated Zhang Yating's beautiful bust. However, being a news anchor, she added a slightly darker blazer to elevate the overall look, giving it a more professional feel. The blazer's bright yellow cuffs were cleverly contrasted with a peach-pink design, adding a touch of springtime to the color scheme. Most famous news anchors have their own unique style. For example, the goddess-like anchor Wu Yushu emphasizes her lower body, showing off her legs and highlighting her rounded, peach-shaped buttocks in her skirts – a strength of hers. On the other hand, the talented anchor Liu Yingxiu, while not having many variations in her clothing, focuses heavily on the choice of materials and the design of the cut. (32C 24) With measurements of 34 and a height of 168 cm comparable to a supermodel, Zhang Ya-ting not only perfectly showcases her figure when wearing a formal broadcasting uniform, but her long, slender legs are also a major eye-catching feature. Known as the "Silk Scarf Anchor," Zhang Ya-ting's most unique characteristic is, as the silk scarf is her most distinctive feature. Wearing a silk scarf, combined with Zhang Ya-ting's innate classical and aloof temperament, completely avoids giving people the impression of her being a flight attendant or waitress. The silk scarf actually softens Zhang Ya-ting's cold and aloof aura. Moreover, Zhang Ya-ting's figure is also quite impressive, making people feel not only her aloofness but also her femininity.
After the hairstylist and makeup artist finished dressing her up, Zhang Yating sat alone reading the newspaper. Just then, the dressing room door opened again, revealing Fu Nan, wearing a blue suit and a silver and brown striped tie. Zhang Yating turned to look at Fu Nan, who smiled and said, "Good morning."
"Morning...morning..." Zhang Yating's voice was filled with nervousness.

Fu Nan sat down, and the hairstylist gave him a quick style adjustment. The makeup artist applied some powder and then went to rest. At this moment, Zhang Yating felt incredibly hot and restless. Fu Nan turned to look at Zhang Yating, knowing that simply sitting next to her was enough to make her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, as if a million ants were crawling all over her.
Zhang Yating swallowed hard. Fu Nan leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Your breasts are really prominent today!"
Just hearing that sent a jolt through Zhang Yating's body. She involuntarily trembled. Zhang Yating glanced at Fu Nan, her lips, now even more vibrant with lipstick, slightly parted. Fu Nan chuckled, then moved his chair closer to Zhang Yating and whispered again, "And your breasts seem really big today. Are they still swollen from being pinched yesterday?"
No sooner had Fu Nan finished speaking than the electric current in Zhang Yating's body exploded as if it had instantly intensified to 100,000 volts, almost causing her to lose control. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, placed her left hand on her clitoris, and pressed down hard. Zhang Yating gently shook her head.
"Yating, what's wrong?" the makeup artist asked.
"Oh, no, I'm fine," Zhang Yating turned around and looked at the makeup artist.
The makeup artist nodded and went back to scrolling on her phone, while Zhang Yating turned back. But the instant she turned back, she felt a poke in her left breast. It turned out that Fu Nan had deliberately extended his finger while Zhang Yating was turning to answer the makeup artist, and then poked her breast directly when she turned back. This poke directly aroused Zhang Yating's lust. Zhang Yating's chin instantly rose, and if she hadn't covered her mouth in time, she would have definitely screamed. Her body trembled as if she were having an orgasm.
"If this keeps up, we'll get noticed," Fu Nan whispered in Zhang Yating's ear.
"Hmph... mmm..." Zhang Yating moaned softly. Fu Nan deliberately grabbed Zhang Yating's left breast, shaking it up and down and side to side. Zhang Yating squeezed her thighs tighter, pressed down harder, and bit her lips even more firmly.

Fu Nan glanced down at Zhang Yating's hand on her clitoris, as if suddenly remembering something. He continued to grab Zhang Yating's left breast, then picked up his phone with his other hand, switched the camera to a selfie mode, and started recording. Zhang Yating looked at Fu Nan with hazy eyes. Fu Nan pretended to take a selfie, first blowing a breath into Zhang Yating's ear, then whispering, "Come on, masturbate for me."
Zhang Yating's eyes widened instantly, and she asked softly, "Now?"
"Of course! Aren't you already feeling it? If I don't let you release it properly, it'll damage my image as a good colleague," Fu Nan replied.
"But..."
Zhang Yating hesitated, but Fu Nan suddenly grabbed her breasts hard, and Zhang Yating almost cried out again. Zhang Yating nodded: "I know, I know."
"Good girl, maybe I'll fuck you later!" Fu Nan said after licking Zhang Yating's earlobe.
Zhang Yating trembled all over. Although she knew rationally that Fu Nan was ruining her and wanted her to do something so obscene and pornographic that no one else could see, the desire in her body kept urging her to do it quickly. Moreover, when she heard Fu Nan say that he would fuck her, Zhang Yating instantly felt a lot of lustful fluid secreted from her white jade hole.
Zhang Yating slowly opened her legs, and on the phone screen, she saw a neon-orange thong between her thighs. Her fingers slowly crawled down to her vulva. The moment her fingers lightly touched her clitoris, Zhang Yating felt a jolt of electricity and a throbbing sensation throughout her body. Her upper back arched outwards, and her 32C breasts thrust upwards. Zhang Yating tightly closed her eyes, biting her lower lip until it bled. Although she knew she was doing something shameful, it was this shame that made her unable to stop. Her fingers continued to crawl down to her labia. The slightly everted labia, without the obstruction of pubic hair, were more easily stimulated. The moment her fingers gently pressed down, it felt as if two giant whips were lashing her body from the front and back. Zhang Yating recoiled and then thrust forward, her high heels lifting off the ground.
Perhaps to satisfy Fu Nan, or perhaps to prepare him for actually having sex with her later, Zhang Yating's fingers, even through the thong, couldn't block any stimulation. The thin thong fabric actually amplified the stimulation. Zhang Yating gently stroked and rubbed her clitoris, labia, and the opening between them with her fingers, occasionally pressing down. Her other hand was curled between her chin and lips, and she breathed softly. Her breasts and slender waist swayed with the intensity of her masturbation. As she moved, Fu Nan watched with great interest, occasionally blowing on Zhang Yating's ear, licking her neck, pinching her breasts, and talking about her shame: "What a slutty news anchor! You want me to fuck you so badly, masturbating like crazy in front of the camera, and there's a makeup artist and a hairstylist behind you! Zhang Yating! You're truly the most lewd news anchor I've ever seen. I can smell your genitals sitting next to you! Zhang Yating! Come on, give me an orgasm! I absolutely won't fuck you if you don't orgasm!"
"Mmm... Eee-ee-ee-ooh... Mmm... Eee-ee-ooh... Eee-ee-ooh... Eee-ee-ooh..." Zhang Yating let out a weak moan. Fu Nan's words made Zhang Yating tremble all over. Her white jade hole suddenly tightened, and her beautiful breasts thrust out forcefully. As soon as Fu Nan noticed Zhang Yating's orgasm, he immediately squeezed Zhang Yating's beautiful breasts hard and bit Zhang Yating's neck. Zhang Yating's eyes widened. The doubled pain, even without the aphrodisiac, was sublimated to the highest level by the shame. The hand on her white jade hole instantly became wet.

"I'll call you over again later! Remember, don't masturbate in the toilet! I'll know," Fu Nan said in Zhang Yating's ear as she panted after her orgasm.

Meanwhile, Zhuangzhuang sat by the window of a 7-Eleven, eating a freshly heated sandwich and drinking coffee. The bell that rang when the store opened rang, followed by a clerk's "Welcome!"
About a minute later, a man sat down next to Zhuangzhuang. Zhuangzhuang took a sip of his coffee: "So far, everything's going smoothly."
"Yeah, I heard. He became a producer," the man, Dada, said.
"That's high enough for him to climb, isn't it?" Zhuangzhuang asked.
"But that means he hasn't had much exposure," Dada said.
Zhuangzhuang put down his coffee: "I remember Feng told you to slow things down."
"Yeah, he did," Dada said.
Just then, a waiter brought over coffee and onigiri, interrupting their conversation. After the waiter left, DaDa said, "This matter must be done."
"I know there are many forces vying for power in Zhongtian. To smoothly advance certain things, we must pay close attention to timing and opportunity."
"Hmm, so he hasn't made any moves over there yet?"
"It seems not, but I heard he's already won over quite a few people. After all, he has a lot of experience, and it seems quite a few people trust him."
DaDa glanced at ZhuangZhuang, then opened the onigiri: "You've made a move?"
"Sort of," ZhuangZhuang said casually.
"Do you need my help?" DaDa asked.
"Just help me with that matter."
"I will. If they join forces, even you might be in some danger," DaDa said.

After finishing her broadcast, Zhang Yating glanced at Fu Nan. Fu Nan didn't convey any instructions with his eyes or say anything; he simply walked out of the studio as if he had just finished broadcasting. Zhang Yating breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was still pounding with anxiety. A mix of anticipation and fear of being hurt made her heart race. As
soon as Zhang Yating left the studio, a part-time worker ran up to her. Zhang Yating's spirits instantly lifted, but she maintained her usual aloof demeanor, asking casually, "What can I do for you?"
"The team leader just finished a meeting and said he needs you to cover two classes this afternoon," the part-time worker said.
A feeling of falling from heaven to earth washed over Zhang Yating. She nodded and asked, "Which two classes?"
"Thursday and Friday," the part-time worker replied.
"Okay, I understand," Zhang Yating nodded.
The part-time worker's eyes darted around. Zhang Yating glanced at him and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
"Um... um... there's something I don't know whether I should say or who I should say it to," the part-time worker said softly.
"Go ahead," Zhang Yating said.
The part-time worker twisted his hand and said, "Can we talk somewhere else? I'm scared."
"Okay."
Zhang Yating walked forward and opened the door to an office. After the part-time worker came in, Zhang Yating closed the door and turned to look at him: "What is it? Just say it."
"I...I...that...last night...I saw...saw..." the part-time worker stammered.
Zhang Yating didn't urge him. The part-time worker glanced at Zhang Yating and then said, "I saw Annie the anchor...last night in the bathroom...inside the bathroom...self-harming inside."
Zhang Yating's eyes widened: "You're not lying to me?"
"Yes." The part-time worker nodded and then said, "On his right wrist, probably where he usually wears his watch."
Zhang Yating nodded: "I understand."
"Annie the anchor, will something happen? He's been acting strange lately," the part-time worker asked worriedly.
"I'll go ask him. Don't tell anyone else about this," Zhang Yating said.

Back in the office, Zhang Yating sat down at her desk and picked up her breakfast, which she had only eaten a third of. At that moment, Zhang Ruoyu, the anchorwoman from Dazhi, wearing her late-night broadcast outfit, approached Zhang Yating. She wore a pure white, wide-sleeved, sheer top, revealing a camisole underneath under the light. A high-waisted black and white floral skirt completed the look, giving it a ladylike yet slightly Korean style. Although the outfit wasn't overly form-fitting, it couldn't hide Zhang Ruoyu's 162cm height and perfectly proportioned 32C-24-33 figure.

Zhang Ruoyu said, "Yating-jie, can I ask you a question?"
Zhang Yating turned to look at Zhang Ruoyu and nodded. "Sure, but why are you still here? Weren't you here yesterday?"
"Uh… I was editing here after the broadcast yesterday, and I fell asleep while editing. And the script is due tomorrow, so…" Zhang Ruoyu said somewhat embarrassedly.
"Okay, so what do you want to ask me?" Zhang Yating asked.
"To be precise, I want you to take a look and see if I'm qualified as an editor," Zhang Ruoyu said.
Zhang Yating moved aside slightly, allowing Zhang Ruoyu to insert the USB drive into the computer. After Zhang Ruoyu opened the file, Zhang Yating quickly scanned the manuscript, then put on headphones and watched the edited video, finally comparing the two.
Taking off the headphones, Zhang Ruoyu looked at Zhang Yating and asked, "Sister Yating, what do you think?"
"Not bad, but if it were me, I would swap section A and section D."
"I'm also considering that, but I'm still unsure how to do it," Zhang Ruoyu said.
"I can take a look,"
Zhang Yating turned her head and saw Diao Wang looking at the screen with his arms crossed. Diao Wang lowered his head and said, "I think I can look at it from Dongsen's perspective a little, maybe it will yield different results."
Zhang Ruoyu looked at Zhang Yating, who nodded and stood up to let Diao Wang sit down. After looking at it, Diao Wang said, "I don't think it needs to be changed, it's fine as it is."

At this moment, Guo Anni, the big-eyed anchor wearing a khaki top, also came over and asked, "What's going on? There are so many people."

"Oh, it's my script, I don't know if I should change the paragraphs," Zhang Ruoyu said.
After Guo Anni repeated Zhang Yating and Diao Wang's actions, she said, "Hmm... I think A and D can be swapped."
Diao Wang chuckled, "As expected, I haven't quite settled in yet."
However, misfortune always strikes in the blink of an eye. As soon as Lu Xiufang saw Guo Anni, she said sternly, "Guo Anni! What are you doing here? Have you finished your manuscript?"
This immediately changed the atmosphere, especially for Guo Anni. Her already large eyes widened even more, her lips trembled slightly, and her face turned deathly pale. Zhang Ruoyu said, "Um, Sister Xiufang, Anni, he..."
"You're so slow! And you dare to slack off here!" Lu Xiufang said.
Guo Anni froze as if she had turned into a stone pillar. Zhang Ruoyu didn't dare to speak either, afraid that she would be caught in the wave of anger.
However, at that moment, Zhang Yating noticed the wound on Guo Anni's right wrist that the part-time worker had mentioned, as Guo Anni's hands were hanging down. Zhang Yating knew that Guo Anni had been under Lu Xiufang's watchful eye lately, but this was no small matter. Zhang Yating turned to Lu Xiufang and said, "Sister Xiufang, Anni is here to help Ruoyu."
"You can't even do your own job properly. Last time you dragged Liu Yingxiu into it and even tried to drag the department head down with you. This time, I wonder if you, Guo Anni, are going to drag Zhang Yating into it again to find excuses and reasons?" Lu Xiufang glanced at Zhang Yating and then turned to Guo Anni.
Guo Anni seemed about to speak, but Zhang Yating interrupted her first: "Sister Xiufang, that's not how it is. Anni is just offering her opinion, and her draft is already finished. I'll help her proofread it later."
Guo Anni looked at Zhang Yating in shock, Zhang Ruoyu looked at Zhang Yating in surprise, and Lu Xiufang's anger was almost shooting out of her eyes. The atmosphere was tense, and just then, a woman wearing a red dress with white polka dots walked in. The collarless shirt, paired with a bright red pencil skirt, and her hair tied up, the princess-style news anchor, Ma Qianhui, also came over and said, "Xiufang, Yating said, let's leave it like this for now."

Lu Xiufang glanced at Ma Qianhui, then glared at Zhang Yating, and finally stared at Guo Anni, saying, "Okay, Guo Anni, if there's a single typo in the script later, you'll have to try it!"
After saying that, Lu Xiufang turned and left. A few minutes later, Guo Anni suddenly spoke up, "Thank you, Sister Qianhui, Sister Yating."
"No problem,"
Ma Qianhui shook her head. Diao Wang stood up from his chair and said, "How about I go buy some drinks?"
After saying that, Diao Wang left, and Ma Qianhui looked at Zhang Ruoyu: "Ruoyu, go and change it. And Anni, hurry up and finish your script, then bring it to Yating, and Yating too." Ma Qianhui looked at Zhang Yating.
Zhang Yating looked at Ma Qianhui and nodded, "I know."

As Diao Wang walked out of the office, he spotted Fu Nan waiting for the elevator. Diao
Wang waved, "Yo!" "You're going out too?" Fu Nan asked.
"Yeah, I just went through a life-or-death situation. I'm a survivor," Diao Wang said.
"What happened?"
"Lu Xiufang just yelled at Guo Anni again, but this time someone stood up for Guo Anni," Diao Wang said with a smile.
"Who?" Fu Nan asked.
"Zhang Yating," Diao Wang replied.
Fu Nan's surprise was written all over his face. Diao Wang continued, "Isn't it unbelievable! It's really something else!"
"I really didn't expect something like this to happen. Why did this happen?" Fu Nan frowned and asked.
The two entered the elevator. After Diao Wang recounted what had just happened, Fu Nan said, "Luckily, Ma Qianhui suddenly appeared, otherwise I don't know how this would have ended. But Ma Qianhui is quite bold, considering Lu Xiufang is older than him."
"I'm also a little curious why Lu Xiufang stopped talking as soon as Ma Qianhui spoke. Logically speaking, Lu Xiufang should have been more likely to retort. Has it always been like this?" "
It seems to have always been like this. I don't know why Lu Xiufang, who is fearless, seems to treat Ma Qianhui with special courtesy." Fu Nan shrugged.
"Looks like I need to get on good terms with Ma Qianhui. That way, if I accidentally offend that old woman later, I'll have someone to protect me!" Diao Wang said with a laugh.

Fu Nan smiled and asked, "Where are you going?"
"You know, I was really shaken up over there. I'm just buying some drinks to take back to them and calm them down. Do you want to get one too?"
"I won't be polite!" Fu Nan said with a laugh. "By the way, Zhi Han told me last time that he asked your wife if she wanted to come with us this time. Your wife said it depends on whether you're both free. I thought you'd already told him."
"Uh... you know I just moved out recently and am a little more free now," Diao Wang said with a wry smile.
"Then ask him again. But speaking of moving out, to be honest, I'm a little envious," Fu Nan said.
"There's always a need for some distance and space."
"Then next time I want to drink with you, I can come to your place."
"If you want to bring people over, I can too! There's plenty of space," Diao Wang said with a lewd grin.
"I'm dumbfounded. You moved out not because your commute is too far!" Fu Nan glanced at Diao Wang and then said, "But I like it!"
"By the way, do you know if there are any brothels at the convention?" Diao Wang asked.
"I think I've heard of them, but I've never been," Fu Nan replied. "What? You know about them?"
"Actually, I only found out a few days ago, and I was just thinking of asking about them.
" "So you want to go?"
"Of course, maybe I'll meet someone there. Aren't you interested?"
Fu Nan smiled. "What do you think?"
"Then let's find a time to go together.
" "You know the place?" Fu Nan asked in surprise.
"Sort of. I got a business card a few days ago, and I even went to check it out last night."
"Then it's a deal! Send me the time later," Fu Nan said excitedly.
"Don't you need to report to Chen Zhihan?" Diao Wang asked.
"Of course not. He'll know I'm busy if I don't go back. After all, we're all journalists, and it's hard to say when we'll suddenly be busy with something. Don't tell me you've never used that excuse before!" Fu Nan chuckled slyly.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yating finished two consecutive news segments as if it were a regular occurrence. As she walked out of the studio, she thought to herself, "Is today going to end like this?"
Just then, Zhuang Zhuang came out of the control room, saw Zhang Yating, and was about to walk over when suddenly a figure approached her from another direction. As if she had a sensor, Zhang Yating immediately turned around to look at Fu Nan, who was walking towards her.
Fu Nan walked up to Zhang Yating and whispered, "Ready?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yating trembled as if electrocuted. Fu Nan turned and walked forward, with Zhang Yating following behind. Suddenly, Zhang Yating felt as if she were being watched. She turned her head but saw nothing. After staring for a few seconds, she continued following Fu Nan. In the control room, Zhuangzhuang clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes, and exhaled, his clenched fists trembling uncontrollably.
Following Fu Nan, they entered an empty brothel with many windows. Inside, there was a large bed and a sofa at the foot of the bed. Zhang Yating shuddered. Although she knew the windows were just for show and no one could see in from the outside, the shame of being seen, of being able to see outside, made her feel hot all over.
Fu Nan sat on the sofa, spread his legs, and said, "Come on, suck first! If I feel good, then I'll fuck you!"
Zhang Yating walked up to Fu Nan, knelt down, and gently pulled down Fu Nan's pants. His deformed penis hung down as if it had no interest in Zhang Yating. Zhang Yating looked at Fu Nan, who gave a lewd smile. Zhang Yating grabbed Fu Nan's deformed penis and slowly stroked it up and down. Under Zhang Yating's stroke, the deformed penis gradually reacted and became slightly erect. Zhang Yating looked at Fu Nan, her eyes pleading for permission. Fu Nan nodded, and Zhang Yating opened her mouth and took Fu Nan's deformed penis into her mouth.
Zhang Yating's head moved up and down, neither fast nor slow, her hair swaying gently. With each swallow, her tongue moved within her mouth, adapting to Fu Nan's deformed penis. Zhang Yating clearly felt it gradually grow larger and thicker in her mouth, stretching her mouth wider and wider, making her mouth feel increasingly sore.
Suddenly, Fu Nan pressed Zhang Yating's head down, catching her off guard. His deformed penis almost went down her throat. Not only did he press her head down, but he also deliberately lifted her buttocks, pushing the penis even deeper. Combined with the strong smell he intentionally created between her legs, Zhang Yating could barely breathe. Unlike other girls, however, Zhang Yating didn't slap Fu Nan's thighs; instead, she endured it.

Fu Nan suddenly shoved Zhang Yating away. Zhang Yating choked several times and fell to the ground, drool all over her mouth. Fu Nan grabbed Zhang Yating's hair and forcefully dragged her onto the bed. As she was thrown onto the bed, Zhang Yating cried out, "Ah!"
Fu Nan forcefully ripped off Zhang Yating's skirt. Although the thin thread of her thong was still visible, her 33-inch shapely buttocks were still alluringly exposed. Fu Nan slapped Zhang Yating's buttocks hard with both hands, causing her to scream repeatedly, "Ahhhhh, it hurts so much! Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ouch... Ouch... Ouch... Ouch..."
"I heard you talked back to Lu Xiufang today, didn't you? You've got some nerve, why didn't you let me see it! Come on! Resist me!" Fu Nan said as he hit her, deliberately hitting her harder and harder, making Zhang Yating's buttocks red like ripe tomatoes. Zhang Yating cried out, "Ah ah no no... Fu Fu Fu brother... ugh ugh ugh... don't do this, don't do this... Ting'er Ting'er can't take it, can't take it... can't resist, can't resist... ugh ugh ugh ugh, I can't take it anymore ah ah..."
Fu Nan climbed onto the bed, pulled off Zhang Yating's thong, and then forcefully inserted his hard, deformed penis into Zhang Yating's white jade hole. The moment Fu Nan's deformed penis entered Zhang Yating's white jade hole, Zhang Yating's body arched backward as if she had been punched hard in the stomach. Zhang Yating gripped the bedspread tightly with both hands, her beautiful face scrunched up, and she almost buried herself in the mattress.
Fu Nan pressed down hard on Zhang Yating's waist with both hands, his deformed penis slowly probing into the depths of Zhang Yating's winding, jade-like orifice. It could be said that Fu Nan's deformed penis was both the most suitable and the least suitable for Zhang Yating's jade-like orifice. The moment their private parts joined, it was like heaven and earth igniting a fire. The jade-like orifice was forcibly breached by the deformed penis, while the jade-like orifice also struggled to resist the deformed penis. Fu Nan took a deep breath, then "humphed!" and forcefully inserted the deformed penis to its deepest point. Zhang Yating's back arched again, and her legs, which were originally flat, also hooked up. After Fu Nan took a breath, he then began a series of rapid, small-amplitude thrusts, like a close-quarters battle, allowing Zhang Yating to immediately feel the most direct and violent sexual stimulation.

Fu Nan's hands were originally on Zhang Yating's waist, but when he heard Zhang Yating's moans of "Ugh... Ugh... It hurts so much, I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die, I'm going to die... I can't take it, I can't take it... Yating, Yating, I'm going to die..." and the constant writhing and trying-to-envelop stimulation coming from her white jade hole, Fu Nan chose a better position to support his body. He moved his hands to support himself on the bed, then shifted his weight forward, and inserted his deformed penis deeper into her white jade hole with a small movement. Zhang Yating's hands, which were gripping the bedspread, trembled slightly.
"Ah ...
Zhang Yating's face was suddenly lifted off the bed by Fu Nan's powerful, overwhelming force, which pushed the deformed penis against the core of her vagina. This also pulled up Zhang Yating's neck and part of her upper breasts. However, this didn't make Zhang Yating cry out; instead, it made her eyes widen, her entire body tense instantly, even the muscles in her vaginal walls contracted violently. Unlike other men, Fu Nan wasn't afraid of this sudden orgasmic contraction; instead, he thoroughly enjoyed it. The force of Zhang Yating's vagina gripping the deformed penis further fueled Fu Nan's lust, and like a wild horse that had been satiated, he energetically pounded into Zhang Yating again.

At this moment, Zhang Yating was almost in a state of frenzy. Her eyes, which had previously held a professional, intellectual, and slightly aloof quality, were now filled with fervent desire and rolled back in her head from frequent orgasms. Her moans and gasps never ceased, changing with each thrust. When Fu was thrusting into her forcefully and rapidly, her cries became sharp and varied, filled with lewd language, such as: "Ah ah oh oh mmm hmm hmm... Yating, Yating is Brother Fu's..." "Big bitch... Ohh ... The moans were mostly loud, guttural sounds, like: "Hehehe oh um hum hum oo oo oo... oo hoo hoo hoo hum um hum oo oo oo oo... oh um hum no no no... I'm going to come, I'm going to come... ah ah ah..." and "Eee ee ee oo oo oo... I'm going crazy, I'm going to come again ah ah ah ah... I'm going to climax again oo oo oo... I can't take it anymore... oh oh um hum..."
Hearing these two different types of lewd moans, Fu Nan's fucking became even more violent. Fu Nan grabbed the silk scarf around Zhang Yating's neck with one hand, and the silk scarf around her neck was... With a pull, Zhang Yating felt herself being tightened. Furthermore, Fu Nan had just shifted her position, changing her from a prone position on the bed to one where her knees and hands were braced against the bed frame. Fu Nan was now riding Zhang Yating like a horse. With her clothes and bra removed, her breasts swayed wildly during the penetration. Fu Nan thrust into Zhang Yating's vulva again and again, her hair flying wildly as she shook her head, a mixture of pain and excitement.

"Chen Zhihan is so much easier to fuck than you, Zhang Yating! You know what? Chen Zhihan's hole is fucking so fucking good! Super incredibly comfortable! Unlike yours! It's not easy to fuck at all! It's not comfortable at all!"
Fu Nan shouted at Zhang Yating, while slapping Zhang Yating's snowy buttocks with his other hand. Every time Zhang Yating was hit, her whole body trembled as if she was about to orgasm. Sometimes, due to Fu Nan's continuous slapping, lustful fluid would leak from her white jade hole, making the whole bed covered with Zhang Yating's lustful fluid droplets.
"Hehehe oh hmph... Good brother, good brother, please, please don't stop... Ya Ting, Ya Ting will definitely serve you well ahhh... Oh oh oh hmph, I will definitely let you do it well ahhh..."
Zhang Ya Ting felt Fu Nan's grip on her silk scarf tighten, and the feeling of being strangled became stronger and stronger. In the state of extreme orgasm, Zhang Ya Ting seemed to be able to breathe less and less air. This suffocating sex was like an electric current running through her whole body, making Zhang Ya Ting pervertedly orgasm even more and unable to stop. Zhang Ya Ting's hand even reached her clitoris on her white jade hole, pinching, pressing and quickly massaging it to make her sexual desire even more intense. The pleasure in her body became higher and higher, so high that while being violently penetrated to the deepest part by Fu Nan's deformed penis, she reached the ultimate orgasm, and at the same time, a super spectacular flood like the Niagara Falls gushed out from her white jade hole, while her whole waist sank down as if a thousand pounds were hanging on her stomach.

"You even masturbated! Zhang Yating! You're really horny! I'll spray you to death!" After saying that, Fu Nan grabbed the silk scarf and pulled hard, squeezing Zhang Yating so tightly that she could hardly breathe. At the same time, he used all his strength to fuck Zhang Yating more than a hundred times. Zhang Yating shouted, "I'm going crazy, I'm going to die, I'm going to die... Ahhhhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming, mmm mmm..." and lost consciousness the moment he was ejaculated inside her.

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