Rose Garden

page views:1 Publication date:2023-06-11 17:36:39

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 27824 (Complete)
Sadomasochism is a surreal performance art, and also a pure romantic literary trend.
The relationship between the dominant and submissive sex, and the deepest humiliation it contains, is the essence of sadomasochistic games. All the dramatic plots are created based on the most genuine psychological needs.
As for bondage and whipping, these are merely external manifestations.
All those who inflict cruel punishments on the male protagonist according to the rules of the game are beautiful women.
From a psychoanalytic perspective, such literary narratives may have a special aesthetic appeal to marginalized groups.
Opening Interior.
Theatrical Stage.
Under strong spotlights, the light is bright and clear.
A modern woman in elegant attire sits on a black leather chair. Her fair face, lightly made up, appears clear-eyed and charming.
Her age is estimated to be around 34.
The romantic and beautiful woman wears a light yellow suit with a black trim at the collar.
The dress is a perfect combination of black and yellow, the fan-shaped skirt a bright light yellow, revealing fair and smooth knees.
The young and beautiful actress is barefoot, wearing milky white high-heeled sandals, her delicate toes peeking out from the open skirt.
Voiceover (Director): Lily, are you ready? Let's begin.
Lily: Okay, I'm ready.
Voiceover (Director): Alright, all departments, attention.
Ready—Action.
The spotlight goes out, all is dark.
The spotlight comes on, tracking the main characters' movements.
Lily gets into character, straightening her posture in the wicker chair, adopting a serious expression.
Lily: Bring him up.
Two young women in black uniforms, playing police officers, are around 20 years old.
A young man in a white shirt is escorted in by the two beautiful women, his arms twisted behind his back and bound with rope.
The young man was around 26 years old.
They: Kneel down.
The young man clashed with the young policewoman's rough treatment and then knelt on the floor in front of Lily.
Lily: Tell me, what did you do in that Southern woman's garden?
(Off-screen voice: Heavy thud)
They: Confess!
The young man's face showed excitement; he remained silent as instructed by the female director.
Lily: You won't talk, huh? Fine, I'll show you who's tougher.
You two give him a good beating, show him what's what.
They: Yes!
Two young policewomen in black uniforms lifted the young man in the white shirt from the ground.
They slapped him and punched him in the stomach.
The two pretty girls' movements were violent and their attitude rough; they constantly emitted exaggerated yet coquettish shouts.
They: You bastard!
They: Behave yourself!
The young man was forced to kneel again by the pretty girls.
His dark hair was tightly gripped by fair, gentle hands.
They: Look up!
The bright white light shone on the young man's face; there was a slight trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his complexion was extremely pale.
Voiceover (Lily): Stubborn to the core!
Voiceover: A heavy blow.
Under the spotlight, extreme pain was evident on that pale face.
Lily stood solemnly beside the victim.
She: Take him to the back; I'm going to pour cold water down his throat.
Two young policewomen in black uniforms escorted Aoki through a small door on the side of the stage.
Lily followed lightly inside.
The camera focused on her beautiful back.
Darkening.
1. Exterior.
A lonely oak tree sprouted vibrant green leaves; the sun shone brightly, and the sky was clear.
A beautifully designed white house stood on a meadow in the suburbs.
Hidden among the green trees, against a backdrop of a clear blue sky, the spring scenery was picturesque.
A tall, slender young man with an elegant, scholarly air emerged from the house.
His expression was serene and calm, a faint sadness hidden beneath his simple and natural demeanor.
Our protagonist, a romantic young artist, is named Aoki.
Twenty-six-year-old Aoki wears a silver-gray suit with a crisp white shirt, a red tie, and a striking gold tie clip. His black leather shoes are spotless.
A gleaming SUV is parked on a tree-lined road not far from the white house.
Two young policewomen in black uniforms sit inside, closely monitoring the white house.
The elevated position allows them to effectively observe the entire exterior of the house.
The pretty young woman wears headphones and a miniature microphone.
She reports: "Headquarters, target spotted."
The well-dressed young man stretches casually in the courtyard, pushes open the white iron gate, and steps out.
(Off-screen voice: "Target leaves the house.")
The handsome young man walks west along the clean tree-lined road.
Inside the car, they closely observe his movements.
She says: "No other targets. Aoki is walking alone towards the forest park."
(Voiceover - Lily) Follows closely, keeping a close watch.
The young policewoman in the driver's seat starts the engine, and the car moves slowly.
The young man on foot remains within their surveillance range.
At the end of the tree-lined avenue, there is a beautiful forest park.
She: Target reached the forest park, target reached the forest park.
Please give instructions.
(Voiceover - Lily) Keep an eye on him!
At this moment, Aoki suddenly quickens his pace.
The young policewoman driving the car turns on the stereo.
Music from a tape recorder plays in the car.
The sound effects are quite good; it's Beethoven's "First Letter," with romantic notes.
A huge landscape painting almost covers the entire wall of the northern landscape: majestic, cold, and pure white snow-capped peaks stand against a simple blue background, exuding a refreshing coolness.
Li Hong plays a beautiful young girl, sitting curled up on the smooth floor, playing an elegant flute.
The beautiful girl's face was slightly turned to the side, her rosy lips parted gently, forming a rounded "O," aimed at the holes of the metal flute, producing many beautiful and elegant clear notes.
A pale yellow dress appeared particularly charming in the soft indoor light.
The youthful and radiant girl gracefully raised her arms, the loose sleeves falling freely, revealing a pair of delicate, fair hands.
Her slender fingertips moved lightly across the flute's holes, controlling the scales with a pressing motion.
The beautiful girl was not wearing stockings.
A pair of long, slender legs extended from beneath her skirt, her gentle, bare feet freely exposed.
Between her snow-white and pink toes, she exuded the captivating charm of a young girl.
Lily changed into a snow-white dress, regaining the alluring charm of a mature woman.
Stripped of all artifice, simple and unpretentious—this was the new image the actress created in Aoki's illusion.
She wasn't wearing socks; a few straw ribbons bound her rounded ankles, making her beautiful bare feet even more striking.
The pretty woman's snow-white insteps shimmered with a porcelain-like luster in the shade filled with the fragrance of grass. Her
pale pink soles pressed against the straw insoles, creating a beautiful arc where her feet met.
Tall and full-figured Lily gracefully walked to Li Hong's side.
Li Hong put down her gleaming flute, took her romantic lover's outstretched hand, and stood up at Lily's guidance.
A pale yellow dress clung to her slender figure.
Young Li Hong stood gracefully.
Lily held Li Hong's hands, stretched out her arms, and created some distance between herself and the pretty girl, carefully observing her shy demeanor.
Li Hong lowered her eyes shyly, two radiant blushes rising on her snow-white cheeks.
Ms. Lily embraced Li Hong, pressing her rosy lips to the beautiful girl's forehead.
Li Hong eagerly raised her head, and the lips of the two beautiful women met in a passionate kiss.
5. Light gradually brightens.
Exterior.
Autumn tree-lined path.
Aoki, wearing a clean white shirt, walks on the cement path covered with golden leaves.
The sun shines brightly, and the autumn colors are captivating.
A green SUV speeds from the end of the road and stops abruptly at a street corner a short distance ahead.
A beautiful woman dressed in elegant attire emerges from their car.
The dignified and voluptuous Lily wears a pair of dark green sheepskin gloves. She tosses her dark hair lightly and then steps onto the side steps. Her
creamy white high-heeled soft leather boots gleam with the dazzling light of their metallic ornaments.
Ms. Lily's full red lips resemble two slightly parted petals, exuding an irresistible and alluring sensuality.
Two large glass earrings accentuate the actress's slender, fair neck, making her even more radiant.
Behind her, two policewomen in black uniforms follow.
Their hair flowed freely, their figures swaying with a heroic air.
Sunlight illuminated one side of the beautiful girl's face.
Fair and delicate, clean and smooth, like a flower in full bloom, like a piece of fresh, milky white cream.
They slapped him violently, punched him viciously in the stomach.
Lily blocked Aoki's back, kneeing him in the buttocks, leaving him no room to maneuver.
The two beautiful girls moved fiercely, their attitude rough, constantly uttering exaggerated yet coquettish shouts.
On the concrete path covered with golden leaves, they together forced Aoki to the ground.
Lily took out a brand-new pair of handcuffs from her waist, twisted Aoki's arms behind his back, and cuffed them, her attitude unusually serious.
The two beautiful girls shoved the prisoner's shoulders.
Lily, wearing beautiful high heels, kicked Aoki's buttocks from behind.
They shoved Aoki into a car parked by the roadside and subjected him to very strict control.
The secret police's violent punishment, cruel yet subtle.
The tall girl cruelly gagged Aoki with a black leather belt, while the other, exceptionally voluptuous woman pressed her knee tightly against his neck.
Lily climbed into the car and sat in the driver's seat.
She glanced at the barely surviving prisoner, then gave her young female assistant an encouraging smile.
Exterior.
Off-road driving.
The lush maple trees were already covered with vibrant red leaves.
The sky was bright and the scenery was enchanting.
The luxurious car sped through a clear stream, splashing water and shimmering in the sunlight.
Exterior.
Autumn scenery.
A red-roofed, white-walled villa stood on a beautiful hillside.
Two young policewomen, dressed in sky-blue military uniforms and carrying rifles, stood guard at the gate outside the villa.
The car horn sounded.
The female sentry opened the gate, and the off-road vehicle drove in.
Darkening.
Brightening.
Interior.
Aoki, wearing gleaming silver handcuffs, was imprisoned behind a black iron fence.
A beam of white light shone on his pale face, and Aoki's eyes were filled with beautiful longing.
Aoki was startled awake by a series of loud footsteps.
Through the iron bars, he saw a young female soldier in a sky-blue uniform strolling down the empty corridor.
Li Hong walked in from outside, dressed in a crisp officer's uniform, looking dashing and spirited.
Her flowing hair was jet black and glossy.
A distinctive military cap hung almost touching her brow.
A black leather belt with a brass buckle cinched her slender waist, and her light green wool uniform exuded a disciplined air.
Beneath her short skirt, matching the color of her top, peeked out a section of bare, fair knees, smooth and lustrous like jade.
Her tall leather boots were meticulously polished, spotless, and gleaming with a black sheen.
The young Miss Li Hong walked lightly and enthusiastically to the prison gate.
Li Hong: Aoki, how's your repentance going? If you don't confess honestly, you'll really be in for a rough time!
Aoki's hands were clad in gleaming silver handcuffs.
A beautiful imprisonment, brimming with the romantic passion of literary experimentation.
This was a love game with sadomasochistic undertones.
A hazy, bewildering atmosphere permeated the stage of youthful drama.
Li Hong knelt before the black iron bars, picked up a white porcelain bowl from the ground, and splashed the water inside onto Aoki's face.
Li Hong: Will you talk or not? You lowly slave!
Aoki looked up in surprise.
His face grew even paler.
Voiceover: A young woman's laughter, clear and resonant.
Exterior shot.
Li Hong escorted Qingmu through a winding corridor.
The black and white path, paved with irregular marble tiles, gave it a modern feel.
At the end of the dimly lit corridor was a transparent glass door.
Li Hong roughly shoved Qingmu inside.
Interior.
The office was brightly lit, with charming autumn colors outside the window.
Qingmu's hands were handcuffed behind his back. Before he could even stand properly as he was pushed into the room, the tall and voluptuous Ms. Lily kicked him in the stomach with her hard shoe.
Qingmu doubled over in pain, and the clever and intelligent Li Hong kicked him in the face. At that moment, a slender young female soldier also kicked out, striking Qingmu between the buttocks.
Under the severe beating of the three beautiful women, Qingmu fell to the ground. Lily stomped on his buttocks with one foot and stomped hard several times.
Li Hong filled the sink with cold water.
Two female soldiers in sky-blue uniforms grabbed Qingmu's arms and dragged him away.
Lily grabbed Aoki's hair and shoved his face into the cold water of the sink for two minutes before relaxing, then shoving him again, repeating this six or seven times.
Interior.
A dimly lit room.
A thick leather whip hangs on the icy green wall.
The whip is made of rhinoceros hide, and in the dim light, the exposed leather gleams with a dark green sheen, giving it a sinister and cruel feel.
Two young female soldiers, brave and tenacious, roughly press Aoki onto a long, dark table.
Two fair, gentle hands grip his hair tightly, pressing his face firmly against the cold wooden board, leaving him unable to move.
Li Hong follows, and surprisingly, she unbuckles Aoki's belt, pulling down his trousers.
Aoki's buttocks are exposed to the beautiful woman's gaze.
The slender and graceful Miss Li Hong selects a sturdy rattan whip from a wooden shelf filled with various torture instruments.
She grasped the whip's tip, bending the supple shaft to its maximum arc, then relaxed, moving her slender arms as she gracefully walked to the operating table of the literary experiment.
Li Hong chose a precise angle and viciously lashed the black rattan whip across Aoki's buttocks.
Aoki felt a sharp pain.
He was writing romantic notes on the surface.
A huge landscape oil painting, almost covering the entire wall of the north: majestic, cold, pure white snow-capped peaks stood against a simple blue background, exuding a refreshing coolness.
Li Hong played a beautiful young girl, sitting curled up on the polished floor, playing an elegant flute.
The beautiful girl's face was slightly turned, her rosy lips parted gently, forming a rounded "O," aligned with the holes of the metal flute, producing many beautiful and ornate clear sounds.
A pale yellow dress appeared particularly charming under the soft indoor lighting.
A beautiful young woman gracefully raised her arms, her loose sleeves falling freely to reveal a pair of delicate, fair hands.
Her slender fingertips moved lightly across the holes of the flute, controlling the notes with a pressing motion.
The beautiful woman was not wearing socks.
A pair of long, slender legs emerged from beneath her skirt, her bare feet freely exposed.
Between her snow-white and pink toes, she exuded the captivating allure of a young girl.
Lily changed into a snow-white dress, regaining the charming grace of a mature woman.
Stripped of artifice, simple and unpretentious, this was the new image the actress created in Aoki's illusion.
She was not wearing socks; a few straw ribbons bound her rounded ankles, making her beautiful bare feet even more striking.
The beautiful woman's snow-white insteps shimmered with a porcelain-like luster in the shade filled with the fragrance of grass.
Pale pink feet pressed against the straw soles of her shoes, creating a beautiful arc where her foot met the sole.
Tall and full-figured Lily gracefully walked to Li Hong's side.
Li Hong put down her gleaming flute, took the outstretched hand of her romantic lover, and stood up at Lily's guidance.
A pale yellow dress draped her slender figure.
Young Li Hong stood gracefully.
Lily grasped Li Hong's hands, stretched out her arms, and created some distance between herself and the pretty girl, carefully observing her shy appearance.
Li Hong lowered her eyelids shyly, two radiant blushes rising on her snow-white cheeks.
Ms. Lily embraced Li Hong, pressing her rosy lips to the beautiful girl's forehead.
Li Hong eagerly raised her head, and the lips of the two beautiful women met in a deep kiss.
5. Light gradually brightens.
Exterior. An
autumn tree-lined path.
Aoki, wearing a clean white shirt, walks on the cement path covered with golden leaves.
The sun shone brightly, and the autumn colors were enchanting.
A green SUV sped from the end of the road and came to a stop a short distance away at the street corner.
A beautifully dressed woman stepped out of the car.
The dignified and voluptuous Lily wore dark green sheepskin gloves. She tossed her dark hair lightly and stepped onto the roadside steps.
Her creamy white high-heeled soft leather boots gleamed with the dazzling light of their metallic embellishments.
Ms. Lily's full red lips resembled two slightly parted petals, exuding an irresistible and captivating sensuality.
Two large glass earrings made the actress's long, fair neck even more radiant.
Behind her, two policewomen in black uniforms followed.
Their hair flowed freely, and they looked dashing.
The sunlight illuminated one side of the beautiful girl's cheek.
Her skin was fair, delicate, clean, and smooth, like a flower or jade, like a piece of fresh, milky white cream.
They slapped him violently and punched him viciously in the stomach.
Lily blocked Aoki's back, pressing her knee into his buttocks, leaving him no room to maneuver.
The two beautiful girls moved fiercely and were rough in their manner, constantly uttering exaggerated yet coquettish shouts.
On the concrete path covered with golden leaves, they together pushed Aoki to the ground.
Lily took out a brand-new handcuff from her waist and twisted Aoki's arms behind his back, her attitude unusually serious.
The two beautiful girls shoved the prisoner's shoulders.
Lily, wearing beautiful high heels, kicked Aoki's buttocks from behind.
They shoved Aoki into a car parked by the roadside and subjected him to very strict control.
The secret police's violent punishment was cruel yet meticulous.
The tall girl cruelly gagged Aoki with a black leather belt, while the other, who was particularly voluptuous, pressed her knee tightly against his neck.
Lily climbed into the car and sat in the driver's seat.
She glanced at the barely surviving prisoner, then gave her young female assistant an encouraging smile.
Exterior.
Off-road vehicle.
The lush maple trees were already laden with vibrant red leaves.
The sky was bright, the scenery captivating.
A luxurious car sped through a clear stream, splashing water and shimmering sunlight.
Exterior.
Autumn countryside .
A red-roofed, white-walled villa stood atop a beautiful hill.
Two young policewomen, dressed in sky-blue military uniforms and carrying rifles, stood guard at the villa's gate.
A car horn honked.
The female sentry opened the gate, and the off-road vehicle drove in.
Darkening.
Brightening.
Interior.
Aoki, handcuffed in gleaming silver, was imprisoned behind a black iron fence.
A beam of white light shone on his pale face, and Aoki's eyes were filled with beautiful longing.
Aoki was startled awake by loud footsteps.
Through the iron fence, he saw a young female soldier in a sky-blue uniform strolling in the empty corridor.
Li Hong walked in, dressed in a crisp officer's uniform, looking dashing and spirited. Her
flowing, jet-black hair
shone brightly. A distinctive military cap hung almost touching her brow. A
black leather belt with a brass buckle cinched her slender waist, and her light green wool uniform exuded an air of discipline.
Beneath a short skirt matching her top, a glimpse of her bare, fair knees peeked out, their smooth surface
gleaming like jade. Her tall leather boots were meticulously polished, spotless, and gleaming with a dark sheen.
The young Miss Li Hong walked lightly and enthusiastically to the prison gate.
Li Hong: Aoki, how's your repentance going? If you don't confess honestly, you'll really be in for a rough time!
Aoki's hands were clad in gleaming silver handcuffs.
Beautiful imprisonment, filled with the romantic passion of literary experimentation.
This was a love game with elements of sadomasochism.
On the theatrical stage of youth, a hazy fog of confusion permeated the air.
Li Hong squatted down in front of the black iron bars. She picked up a white porcelain bowl from the ground and splashed the water inside onto Qingmu's face.
Li Hong: Will you talk or not? You lowly slave!
Qingmu looked up in surprise.
His face turned even paler.
Voiceover: The young woman's laughter was clear and loud.
Exterior.
Li Hong led Qingmu through a winding corridor.
The black and white path was made of irregularly shaped marble, giving it a very modern feel.
At the end of the dimly lit corridor, there was a transparent glass door.
Li Hong roughly shoved Qingmu inside.
Interior.
The office was well-lit, and outside the window was a charming autumn scene.
Qingmu's hands were handcuffed behind his back. Before he could even stand properly after being pushed into the room, the tall and voluptuous Ms. Lily kicked him in the stomach with the hard toe of her shoe.
Aoki doubled over in pain. The clever and quick-witted Li Hong kicked him in the face. Just then, a tall, slender young female soldier also kicked out, striking Aoki between the buttocks.
Aoki fell to the ground under the combined assault of the three beautiful women. Lily stomped on his buttocks several times.
Li Hong filled the sink with cold water.
Two female soldiers in sky-blue uniforms grabbed Aoki's arms and dragged him over.
Lily grabbed Aoki's hair and shoved his face into the cold water of the sink, letting it soak for two minutes before relaxing, then shoving it again, repeating this six or seven times.
Interior.
A dimly lit room.
A thick leather whip hung on the icy green wall.
The whip was made of rhinoceros hide; in the dim light, the exposed leather gleamed a dark green, giving it a sinister and cruel feel.
Two young female soldiers, brave and tenacious, roughly pressed Aoki onto a long, dark table.
Two delicate, white hands gripped his hair tightly, pressing his face against the cold wooden board, leaving him unable to move.
Li Hong followed, and surprisingly, she unbuckled Aoki's belt, pulling down his trousers.
Aoki's buttocks were exposed to the beautiful woman's gaze.
The slender and graceful Miss Li Hong selected a sturdy rattan whip from a wooden rack filled with various torture instruments.
She grasped the whip's tip, bending the flexible shaft to its maximum arc, then relaxed, moving her long arms lightly as she walked to the operating table for the literary experiment.
Li Hong chose a precise angle and viciously lashed the black rattan whip across Aoki's buttocks.
Aoki felt a sharp pain.
Upon receiving the first violent blow, he actually let out a weak groan.
A young, beautiful woman created a new concept in avant-garde literature with a harsh whip, leaving Aoki's buttocks bright red.
Later, Li Hong felt her arms getting tired, but she still enthusiastically raised her long, slender legs and launched a merciless attack on Aoki's body with her gleaming black military boots.
Li Hong kicked the toes of her boots fiercely between Aoki's buttocks.
Such romantic punishment was truly excruciating.
Under Miss Li Hong's severe blows, Aoki shed tears of humiliation.
The night was gentle, and the room was dimly lit.
Aoki's arms were twisted behind his back by beautiful young female soldiers, who bound his hands with cold chains and hoisted him high.
As instructed by the female director, the young female soldiers finally stopped raising the chains when Aoki's toes left the ground.
Lily, wearing an officer's uniform and lemon-colored latex gloves, her long, slender fingers gleaming,
struggled to spread Aoki's buttocks apart.
Lily's gentle little hands shone brightly.
She enthusiastically inserted a black rubber tube into Aoki's back.
Clear, cool water surged and flowed endlessly into his body.
The wonderful feeling was like a pure fountain.
Nourished by rain and dew, icy green roses bloomed vigorously in the dark world.
Endless, surging.
A night of revelry, the petals of heretical thoughts beautiful and alluring, charming yet sinister.
6. Interior.
Aoki, wearing gleaming silver handcuffs, was imprisoned behind a black iron fence.
Voiceover (Lily): Aoki, you must honestly confess all your thoughts.
A beam of white light shone on her pale face, and Aoki's eyes were filled with a chaotic, dreamlike quality.
An illusion, an exterior scene.
Dusk deepened, the light of day faded.
A lonely wisp of smoke drifted deep into the fiery red forest.
The vast twilight descended.
The night was gloomy, the city lights began to twinkle.
The opulent Noble Dream Bar, hidden in the lonely jungle of avant-garde literature,
stood out against the gloomy night and the dazzling lights. Its cold, alluring artistic image shone brightly.
Violet was Sister Card at the Noble Dream Bar; she possessed a naturally tall and slender figure.
A light green leather jacket clung to her beautiful body, a brown fox fur shawl wrapped around her neck, her hair piled high, two strands of dark blue hair hanging delicately beside her fair cheeks. The
beautiful Sister Card had long, slender legs, and on her feet were a pair of dark chestnut high-heeled leather shoes.
Exquisitely beautiful high heels shimmered with a metallic brilliance under the psychedelic neon lights.
Violet held a large, stemmed glass filled with a translucent red liquid, its surface rippling like a burning flame. Her large,
clear eyes were breathtakingly beautiful, their carefully painted pupils radiating a ghostly emerald light. Her
vibrant red lips were alluringly beautiful, gently sipping the cruel flames of romantic youth.
The night was hazy, the lights dazzling.
Exquisitely beautiful high heels shimmered with a metallic brilliance under the psychedelic neon lights.
The beautiful woman's gentle blue eyes became even more alluring and sinister.
Violet's delicate red lips were also full of captivating sensuality, revealing an irresistible, devouring desire.
Interior.
An elegantly decorated, spacious living room.
Several beautifully dressed women sat on lemon-colored leather sofas.
A ranch of aristocratic women's desires, overflowing with a warm and romantic atmosphere.
The uniquely shaped wall lamp, like a pure angel, cast a serene and soft green glow, illuminating the contorted and alluring figures in a painting titled "Turkish Odalisque and Slave," their plump, white bodies imbuing the work with a profound sensual beauty.
Aoki crawled on the polished floor like a dog, struggling to move under the stern reprimands of a beautiful woman.
(Violet voiceover): This is the infamous Aoki! Practice what you preach, expose yourself boldly, he's our slave!
Violet walked to Aoki's side.
She kicked his buttocks with her toe. Violet:
Lift your buttocks!
The young, beautiful woman lifted the hem of her skirt, raising a stunningly beautiful leg and gracefully straddling Aoki's body.
Violet: Crawl forward!
The beautiful woman's hand slapped Aoki's buttocks violently, urging her captive of love forward.
A beautiful, romantic woman made Aoki crawl around the spacious room again and again until he was so tired that he collapsed to the floor, unable to move.
(Voiceover: The beautiful woman's laughter was clear and loud.
) (Voiceover: Long live Violet!
) (Voiceover: Let him crawl a few more times, we haven't seen enough!)
Violet remained on Aoki's back, tightly gagging him with a thin black leather belt.
(Exterior scene.
) Two young policewomen in black uniforms drove their elegant SUV along a quiet seaside highway.
The new rubber tires crunched on the clean concrete, creating a soft, enchanting sound.
Outside the window, golden trees shimmered.
The sun shone brightly, and the beautiful shadows of the trees in the distance rushed towards them.
The lush maple trees were already covered with vibrant red leaves.
The car sped along, and in a flash, the beautiful shadows of the trees were left behind.
In the gaps of a golden forest, a stretch of azure sea is illuminated by the bright autumn sun.
Waves rise and fall, splashing tiny white sprays against the black rocks of the shore.
Exterior.
The female director's erotic ranch is nestled in a secluded temperate forest.
The foliage of the forest is an icy green, and a European-style villa with a red roof and white walls, bathed in the morning sun, creates a warm and inviting atmosphere.
An off-road vehicle stops outside the forest villa.
Aoki gets out of the car and walks to a white wooden fence.
Li Hong, playing the role of a young and pretty maid, has an innocent and carefree expression.
She stands behind the elegant white fence, carefully scrutinizing Aoki standing outside.
Then, the beautiful young maid opens the white wooden fence adorned with rose vines.
The slender and graceful Miss Li Hong leads her mistress's love captive into their golden courtyard.
Interior.
Under the bright sunlight, the female director's magnificent living room is romantic and cozy.
The windows are clean and bright, and the light is abundant.
The lush greenery creates a cool and refreshing feeling.
Lily plays the role of a beautiful yet cold-hearted housekeeper.
Her first task for Aoki is to kneel and scrub the floor with a wet cloth.
Lily: From today onwards, all the cleaning here will be done by you alone.
That's my rule.
The beautiful woman, wearing elegant high heels, kicks Aoki's buttocks violently from behind.
Lily: Hurry up! Slowpoke, you deserve a beating!
The sharp toes of her shoes are precise and powerful.
Lily: Here, clean it!
Aoki, humiliated, crawls on the wet floor, scrubbing the dirt with great effort.
The radiant housekeeper kicks him again.
Lily: You bastard! Did you hear me? Speak!
Poor Aoki has no choice but to put down his work.
He raises his head, looking fearfully at the stunningly beautiful, lonely woman.
The dignified, voluptuous, romantic woman kicks him viciously again.
Lily: Okay, get to work.
No slacking off!
A dignified, voluptuous female director sat on a rosy leather sofa.
She was about thirty years old, with a beautiful, fair, oval face.
The sofa's design was unique, resembling two open flower petals, or the romantic red lips of a fragrant virgin, exuding a highly seductive eroticism.
The beautiful director wore a bright red blouse, revealing long, beautiful bare legs.
On her delicate, flower-like feet were a pair of black high-heeled sandals.
This romantic woman had also painted her beautiful toenails with vibrant red rouge.
Lily ushered Aoki into the hostess's cozy bedroom.
Female Director: Come here, my dear!
Lily: Kneel down! You lowly slave!
She kicked Aoki hard in the leg.
Aoki knelt down in humiliation, crawled to the female director's side, and held her gentle little feet.
7. Interior.
The room was bright and clean, with clear, bright light.
Outside the window was a charming autumn scene.
A beautiful female doctor sat elegantly in a black leather chair.
Dr. Yali wore a clean white coat, and beneath it, her elegant long legs wore dark gray wool trousers with white checks.
On her feet were a pair of dark chestnut high-heeled leather shoes.
The bright sunlight illuminated the ends of Dr. Yali's hair, as if it were edged with dazzling gold.
Her dark eyes were set in her snow-white face, possessing a highly alluring and mysterious quality.
The young and beautiful Dr. Yali sat elegantly in the black leather chair.
Aoki, wearing a clean white shirt, sat solemnly on a small wooden stool opposite Yali.
Yali: Why do you want to escape reality?
Aoki: Because I want to create a brand new literary world.
Yali: Then why are you so decadent?
At this moment, her attitude became very serious.
Aoki: Because I have no other choice.
Yali cupped her delicate face in her fair hands, resting her arms on the dark chestnut table.
In the silence, the female doctor's expression softened.
Yali: Lie down on the bed and relax.
Aoki lay down on the bed as Dr. Yali instructed.
He placed his hands on his abdomen and gently closed his eyes.
The young female doctor moved a small stool and sat down next to Aoki, holding a flashlight about the size of a pen.
Yali held the flashlight in front of the patient.
Although Aoki had his eyes closed, he could still feel the electric light in the female doctor's hand.
The faint light of the flashlight flickered.
Yali: One, two, three.
Aoki's body became extremely tired, and he began to enter a special sleep state.
Memories.
The theatrical stage.
Aoki, dressed in a navy blue school uniform, knelt on the polished floor.
A beam of white light shone on his face, his young eyes brimming with youthful energy.
(Voiceover: Aoki) At that time, I confined myself to a small, isolated space.
In the abyss of loneliness, my muse appeared on a barren wasteland.
(Voiceover: Yali) Who was she?
(Voiceover: Aoki) She was a female teacher from my student days.
(Voiceover: The crisp sound of high heels.)
A dignified and elegant young female teacher makes a dazzling entrance.
A beam of white light shines on her face; her flowing hair and fair complexion, lightly made up, highlight her clear features and charming beauty.
The young teacher wears a pristine white blouse and a bright red skirt.
A black leather belt cinches her waist, and on her exquisitely beautiful feet, she wears a pair of cream-colored high-heeled shoes. She
is imposing, upright, and dignified.
The young teacher walks behind Aoki, roughly grabs his collar, and lifts him off the ground.
Voiceover (Aoki): She's very beautiful, and extremely strict.
The female teacher dragged Aoki up from the ground and roughly shoved him against the wall.
Then, she grabbed his hair, pressing his face tightly against the cold wall.
Aoki's arms were twisted behind his back, his shoulders were pressed tightly against the wall by the female teacher, and his whole body was pressed against the cold wall, unable to move at all.
Voiceover (Aoki): I've always longed to be punished by her most severely; it's a beautiful dream of mine.
The tall, voluptuous female teacher raised her thigh and struck Aoki's buttocks with her smooth knee.
Fade.
All black.
Exterior.
Autumn boulevard.
Aoki, wearing a clean white shirt, walks on the concrete path covered with golden leaves.
The sun shines brightly, and the autumn colors are captivating.
A green SUV speeds from the end of the boulevard and stops abruptly at a street corner a short distance ahead.
Two young policewomen in black uniforms emerge from the car.
They handcuffed Aoki with gleaming silver handcuffs, escorted him to the car, and roughly shoved him inside.
The elegant SUV drove along the asphalt road carpeted with golden leaves.
Exterior.
Tall poplar trees, a sea of gold. A
clear blue sky in the background.
The avant-garde experimental playground of young artists stood on a fragrant, bright grassy slope.
Red roof, white walls, captivating autumn colors.
Two young policewomen in black uniforms escorted Aoki through a winding corridor.
At the end of the dimly lit corridor was a transparent glass door.
They roughly shoved Aoki inside.
Interior.
In the luxurious living room of the Fragrant Virgin, the light was bright and clear.
Waxed mahogany panels adorned the floor.
A lemon-colored leather sofa, opulent and grand.
Several potted green ornamental plants displayed vigorous vitality, their dappled reflections making the entire room appear lush and verdant.
On the fabric-decorated walls hung several classic works of Western nude art.
Brownish-brown human figures fill the beautifully framed picture, exuding a surreal, erotic charm.
Li Hong sits on Lily's lap.
Judging from their tender and sweet demeanor, the romantic feelings between the two women must be very deep.
Ms. Lily stands up from the lemon-colored leather sofa.
Li Hong shyly hides behind her female partner.
Her face shows a flustered expression, gentle and charming, like a high school girl who has made a mistake.
The radiant actress smiles and takes her romantic lover's gentle hand.
Lily: Lovely Snow White, what do you say we play today?
Li Hong shyly fidgets with the hem of her white skirt with her fingers.
Li Hong: I want to ride a horse.
Lily sits down in the lemon-colored leather sofa, looking tenderly at Aoki kneeling on the ground.
Her face is filled with a beautiful, dreamlike glow.
Voiceover (female director): Aoki, kneel down!
Under the female director's urging, Aoki knelt on the polished floor, becoming a male animal to be observed by women.
Li Hong wore dark green high-heeled shoes.
She lifted her white skirt and gracefully straddled Qingmu's body.
Lily kicked his buttocks from behind.
Under the actress's fierce assault, Qingmu crawled merrily on the floor.
The beautiful Li Hong, riding on her love slave, her fair face radiant.
In the fragrant virgin's boudoir, the beautiful woman's laughter was joyful and loud, gleaming with a cold, metallic luster.
Epilogue, interior.
Theatrical stage.
Under the bright spotlight, the light was clear and distinct.
Qingmu's white shirt had been removed; he lay naked on the polished floor like a dog, a black leather collar around his neck.
Lily held a gleaming silver chain, smilingly leading the poor young man, making him crawl in circles on the ground.
Li Hong wielded a thick, black whip, lashing Qingmu's bare back.
The young, beautiful woman wasn't wearing stockings; her slender, lovely toes were exposed at the tips of her sandals.
Li Hong, wearing black high-heeled leather sandals, kicked Aoki's buttocks violently.
Lily sat down on a white wicker chair.
The romantic, beautiful woman wore a light yellow suit with a black trim at the neckline.
The skirt was a perfect combination of black and yellow, the fan-shaped hem a bright light yellow, her fair, smooth knees exposed outside the open skirt.
Aoki knelt before the romantic white wicker chair, his heart filled with a solemn and sacred feeling.
He tried to think, pressing his face against Lily's beautiful knees.
The stunningly beautiful goddess wore a mysterious smile.
Lily: Are you happy being a slave to a beautiful woman?
Aoki: I am happy.
Lily smiled and shook her head, letting out a soft sigh.
Then, she reached out a fair, plump hand and tenderly stroked the young man's hair.
(Off-screen voice - female director) Okay—cut! OK! Passed.
Dimming.
Completely black.
Gradually brightening.
The melody of life begins.
Very faint, a wisp of sorrow, a touch of melancholy, as delicate as silk, seeps into the heart.
A cluster of vibrant roses gradually emerges from the black background.
Beautiful petals, deep red.
Elegant in shape, gentle in texture.
As if carrying morning dew, the vibrant roses, set against green branches and leaves, appear exceptionally charming.
The light is soft yet clear; the background is a pristine granite.
Pale and austere, with distinct veins, exuding a hard texture.
The surroundings remain deep darkness.
On the pristine granite, a cluster of pure roses is vibrant and beautiful, verdant and fresh.
The blooming roses lie serenely on the cold granite, creating a solitary atmosphere.
Dimming, completely black.
The music stops.
The colors of life vanish.
Without leaving a trace.
Everything returns to its original tranquility.
Finally, another empty silence.

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