The sadistic policewoman's lewd and abusive record

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The phone rang urgently in my sleep, startling me awake.

"Damn it, who's so bored…" I cursed angrily, but had no choice but to pick up the phone and ask irritably, "Who is it?"

Actually, I didn't need to ask to know who was calling; I'd only been in City A for a few days, and the number was new—it had to be the police station.

"Is…is this Officer Liang?"

"Yes, it is."

"Yes…it's like this, uh, there's been a robbery at No. 22, Xingfu Street, Yinhe Road, Dongcheng District. The chief requests your presence."

"Okay, I'm coming." I hung up the phone, shaking my head helplessly. Damn, I've only been at the police station for a few days, and there's already something the chief can't handle? I was supposed to have a long vacation before reporting to the police station, but it looks like that's going to be ruined. Strange, it's just a robbery; is it really necessary to involve a former National Security Bureau agent like me? Damn it, only the chief knows my identity. We agreed not to bother me with anything too serious, but now, even a small robbery requires my presence. What is the A City Police Department even doing… Oh well, fine, I'll go. It's just a robbery; I'll take my vacation afterward.

My current name is Liang Ting, a former female agent of the National Security Bureau, engaged in highly secretive work. My identity was exposed during a mission, and I vanished without a trace. Now I'm a police officer. But I've only been a police officer for a few days before I took a vacation. Hehe, what can I do? My rank is higher than that of the lowly A City Police Chief. Besides, although I left the National Security Bureau, I still retain my official position. I can't go on international missions, but I still have a place to use myself domestically. It's not easy for the country to train an agent, and we are all considered "dangerous individuals," female agents included. For example, we know a lot of shady things… Hehe, no need to spell it out, right? So, besides being reluctant to give up on people like us, the country also has to keep a close eye on us; you never know when we might come in handy.

I took a taxi and arrived at the crime scene in no time. Wow, the narrow street was already packed with people, very lively, chattering and pointing, their faces full of excitement… The police had cordoned off a warning area with caution tape. As I pushed through the crowd to enter the warning area, a young policeman stopped me. Of course he stopped me; didn't they recognize me? I hadn't even properly introduced myself to my colleagues yet. I pulled out my identification—oh, not my police ID; I hadn't gotten mine ready yet.

Heh heh, I wonder if this young man will recognize me.

I looked at the young policeman with amusement; his reaction pleased me.

The young policeman seemed startled, giving me a surprised look, then carefully examining my identification. He was clearly unsure, but also assumed I wouldn't try to fool him with something like that. So he called another policeman to stand guard while he went to ask for instructions.

Not long after, the young policeman rushed back, snapped to attention, saluted me, and said, "Good morning, Officer Liang." Then he let me pass.

I patted him on the shoulder with feigned seriousness and said, "Good job, young man, keep up the good work..."

As I walked forward, I heard another policeman behind me ask the young man, "Officer Liang? Who's that woman?

" "Uh, a...agent...from the National Security Bureau..."

"Damn, you're pretty good at talking, aren't you? Agent? And the National Security Bureau, tsk tsk...she's really beautiful, that figure..."

"Shh—keep your voice down..."

The police chief, Zhao Fu, was in his fifties, a bit overweight, but still reasonably handsome, with a very serious demeanor, somewhat like a strategist general. Seeing me approach, he nodded expressionlessly, but I felt that expression was incredibly irritating.

Before I could even speak, Zhao Fu began to tell me about the case: "Sorry, the situation is a bit special, so I had to interrupt Officer Liang's vacation, hehe." Here's the situation: Suspect Ling Chen broke into a house, was discovered by the resident who called the police, and is now holding the resident hostage in a standoff with the police. Unfortunately, the resident's wife is a pregnant woman about to give birth, and she's terrified she might go into labor. After negotiations, the kidnapper, still somewhat humane, agreed to let the police exchange someone for the hostage, but it had to be a woman. You see, we only have a few female administrative officers in our station, so I thought of you, hehe…”

“You want me to exchange for that pregnant woman?”

“That's right, I don't think the National Security Bureau's agents will refuse, right?”

Damn, what's being an agent all about? Are they omnipotent? But this mission has a bit of an exciting feel to it, I like it!

“Okay, no problem, but you need to keep your people in check, don't act impulsively, I'll handle the rest.”

“No problem, I absolutely trust your abilities.”

A few minutes later, I entered the robber's room with my hands raised. When I saw the suspect, I was somewhat surprised. He looked like a teenager, his face filled with panic, holding a kitchen knife tightly against the pregnant woman's neck. Due to the tension, the knife had already cut the pregnant woman's skin, and a trickle of blood flowed down her neck. The pregnant woman's expression was one of pain and fear, drenched in cold sweat, her hands clutching her stomach, and a puddle of water flowing between her legs… The situation seemed urgent. Even having witnessed countless life-or-death situations, I couldn't help but worry about the pregnant woman. I raised my hands, fingers… I opened my mouth, then carefully turned around to indicate that I was unarmed. Having done this, I stood facing the suspect and said urgently, "Now that you've released the pregnant woman, she's in great danger. I'll be your hostage."

The suspect was clearly agitated, his vigilance towards me not wavering at all. He became somewhat frantic due to tension, his lips moving a few times before he yelled, "You...you stay away..."

Ugh, I hadn't moved. Then I heard the suspect say, "Use...use...your handcuffs to cuff yourself, quickly...quickly...I...I don't want to hurt anyone..."

I shook my head helplessly: "I don't have handcuffs."

"How...how could this be...you...you mustn't force me...to get it..."

"No...no time, believe me, I would never hurt you (if it weren't for the fear of harming you, I would have already dealt with you)..." The suspect clearly didn't believe me; his hand holding the knife tightened instinctively, making the pregnant woman's wound worse. I hurriedly stopped him: "Okay...okay, don't get agitated...please don't get agitated...I'll go get it..."

As I was about to leave the room, I saw a roll of rope hanging behind the door. A thought struck me, and without provoking the suspect, I took the rope and said, "Tie her up with the rope..." My heart skipped a beat, as if a string in my heart had been plucked, but I had no time to dwell on that feeling: "Better than handcuffs..."

"No...no, don't try to trick me into going to tie you up..."

“Okay, I’ll tie it myself…you watch…”

I skillfully arranged the rope, tying a slipknot in front of him. Seemingly instinctively, I reached for the loose end of the rope to tie to the doorknob, only then realizing why my heart was pounding. The word “self-enslavement” naturally came to mind…the thought of self-enslavement made me a little embarrassed. So I tossed the rope end to the suspect, letting him grab it, then turned my back to him so he could see better…At that moment, a thought involuntarily crossed my mind: I actually had the chance to self-bind in front of someone else, and that someone else was a suspect. This feeling was strangely exciting… I slipped my hands into the slipknot, my heart pounding. Of course, I knew this reaction wasn’t from worry about my situation after being tied up; it was a long-lost feeling, both anticipation and excitement.

“Tighten the rope, and I’ll be tied up…” I reminded him.

The suspect was clearly not stupid; he tightened the rope as instructed. To reassure him and for the thrill, I kept shifting my wrists, allowing the noose to tighten smoothly until my hands were firmly bound together.

"Now you can let her go, right?"

The suspect, confident that my hands were bound, cleverly prevented the rope from loosening, so even though it was a slipknot, I couldn't easily pry it open. I

finally breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the suspect release the pregnant woman. However, the suspect rushed at me, pinning me against the wall and continuing to tie the rope around my wrists, completely binding me. But it was only binding my wrists; it didn't create the SM-like feeling I had hoped for.

The suspect finally opened the door and pushed the pregnant woman out. I sighed; it was time to end it. I really wanted to be tied up a little longer. If only this suspect were a BDSM enthusiast, he could tie me up in a way that had a strong BDSM vibe, and I'd play with him a little longer… The suspect seemed quite at ease with my hands bound. As he helped the pregnant woman out, closed the door, and turned to leave, I unexpectedly kneed him in the groin. As he doubled over in pain, I kneed him in the face. After those two actions, I felt a pang of pity for this young suspect. I hoped he was unharmed and would repent. But after he collapsed to the ground, regardless of whether he could hear me, I warned him, “Next time you tie someone up, remember to tie them tighter. It's best to tie their feet too.”

Since rescuing the hostage, my private life has gained a new pleasure: self-enslavement. Having survived life-or-death situations and a long-term existence in a perilous environment, my mind has hardened considerably. Unlike a naive young girl, I no longer care about others' opinions. Of course, this doesn't mean I'm shameless; after all, sadomasochism is considered a perverted crime by most people, and it's best to keep it a secret. Besides, my current role is different. If people knew that a police officer representing justice had fallen for such things, it would undoubtedly inspire evil thoughts.

After my vacation, I officially started working at the police station. My new colleagues were very interested in me, a female agent from the national security department, who carried a mysterious aura. Although I was already twenty-eight years old, no longer young, I was fortunate enough to be naturally beautiful. Combined with my special training as an agent, I still possessed a beautiful face, delicate skin, and a near-perfect figure, in addition to the charm and allure of a mature woman. My new, beautiful, and single boss has attracted a lot of attention from colleagues, both young and married, who fawn over her. But aside from making me disdainful and amused, it only makes me more arrogant.

As for investigating cases, frankly, I have absolutely no interest. Compared to the mentally taxing work of investigation, I prefer the practical confrontation with criminals, even carrying out assassinations. You see, that's what I used to do besides intelligence gathering, which has instilled in me a habit of acting alone. Of course, the police don't carry out assassinations, especially in this small branch. They either request support from the SWAT team or transfer cases to higher authorities. I certainly wouldn't do that, so after handling a few cases, I've left the impression of an impulsive, reckless, and violent woman. This frustrates me; compared to my previous work, it's a piece of cake, almost embarrassing to admit… Anyway, let's not dwell on that. After all, this isn't a detective novel. Let me return to the SM story.

Self-slavement naturally requires some SM tools. Besides ordering some online, I prefer to visit sex shops in person. Even without buying anything, just looking at the SM items gives me pleasure. As a mature woman, I'm long past the age of shyness. Of course, this doesn't mean I can go to places that are embarrassing to talk about without restraint; it just means I'm bolder and more open than the average woman. Sex shops usually close late, so I mostly go in the middle of the night or later. I

accidentally came across information online that a shop specializing in SM sex toys was located on a street in my city. I happened to pass by that street once and paid special attention. The shop's name was "Sadistic Romance," but the words "Sadistic Romance" were spelled in pinyin, and the signboard wasn't big, seemingly deliberately trying to be discreet.

As I approached the street corner near "Sadomasochistic Romance," I got out of the taxi. To be honest, I felt a little guilty, but only hesitated for a moment before casually walking towards "Sadomasochistic Romance."

This street was relatively new, so it wasn't bustling. After 10 PM, most shops closed, and the number of pedestrians gradually decreased. "Sadomasochistic Romance" didn't look particularly conspicuous; it appeared to be a detached private house, three stories high, and looked very new, as if it had only recently been built.

A rotating lightbox at the entrance indicated it was still open, displaying the words "Adult Sex Products."

The door was concealed by a thick cotton cloth, adding a touch of mystery. I took a breath and lifted the curtain to go inside. My first impression was of quietness; the lighting was dim, but there seemed to be soft, melodious music drifting down from upstairs.

My attire suggested an understated style—a trench coat with the collar turned up—so when a young girl saw me, she tactfully refrained from overly enthusiastic behavior. I, of course, hadn't expected a girl to be running this kind of shop. The girl appeared to be a student, around twenty, with a youthful, innocent look; it was hard to associate her with a shop full of sex toys.

"Excuse me, do you need any help?" the girl asked cautiously.

I suppressed a pang of shame, reasoning that since I was already in this place, I had a purpose. Showing demureness and embarrassment would only seem hypocritical and invite contempt. Rather than be mocked, I decided to be open and honest. Besides, we were strangers; who knew what the future held?

"Uh, um… do you have anything suitable for… self-slavery…?"

"Oh, please follow me." The girl's face maintained her usual smile, devoid of any unusual expression. Perhaps it was due to her familiarity with such matters, or perhaps it was a deliberate attempt to appease customers.

The store was huge, with the entire first floor filled with merchandise, mostly SM toys, dazzling and stimulating. After passing a couple of counters, I realized I wasn't the only customer, nor was there only one salesperson. A couple who looked to be in their forties were looking at an exquisite box, being introduced to it by a girl. Although the lighting wasn't bright, I could still make out that the box contained an electric dildo.

As I passed, the woman was visibly flustered, and the man glanced at me, perhaps surprised by my beauty, or perhaps thinking that such a beautiful woman shouldn't be in this place, and subconsciously nodded at me. Out of politeness, I nodded back. It was only for a moment; soon I turned past the counter and went to the innermost row of shelves.

The girl picked up a pair of handcuffs and introduced them to me: "These are timed handcuffs; they can automatically open within a set time. Quality guaranteed, absolutely safe..."

Actually, it's hard to distinguish between self-harm tools and regular SM products; it's just a matter of suitability. However, I was satisfied with these timed handcuffs; they were much more convenient than my own police handcuffs. Of course, different forms of self-sufficiency lead to different choices, each with its own pleasure.

Next, she introduced me to ready-made bondage straps, self-bondage rope garments, and other similar items, as well as some small accessories like tightening rings and connecting buckles. I bought them all.

"We also have some higher-end items; would you be interested?" Clearly, the girl thought I was a big customer, as she didn't even ask the price before adding them to my cart.

After staying for so long, I finally felt more at ease. While the girl was introducing the products, I asked her some questions. This girl was indeed a university student named Wan Hong, working part-time to earn her tuition and living expenses. She frankly told me she wasn't embarrassed working there because it was just a job and didn't mean anything. She wasn't opposed to SM; perhaps influenced by what she'd heard, she'd developed a slight interest in it. Wan Hong also told me that the sex shop was owned by the cousin of one of her classmates, who was a big fan of SM games and had introduced her to the job. She even said that if I was willing, she could introduce us, as playing SM together would be much more exciting than self-slavery… Hearing this, I was speechless and surprised. Are female university students these days so open-minded?

"Oh? What is it?"

Wan Hong's face flushed slightly. When she picked up a box containing an electric dildo, I knew why her face was red.

"This is a vibrator with a self-regulating function. It can change its intensity according to the user's physiological response and can release a powerful electric current to stimulate sensitive areas, causing the user extreme pain. If the remote control is in S's hands, S can completely control the user, because the pain of the electric shock is enough to make the user submit."

I nodded: "Very interesting, I'll take it."

"This is the matching chastity belt, with a combination lock design, made entirely of stainless steel..." Wan Hong continued to introduce, it seemed there were other functions as well, I was a little impatient. However, the chastity belt in Wan Hong's hand was very special, but after seeing the picture on the packaging, I vaguely understood its design. The picture showed that the chastity belt looked more like a mechanical device, wearing it was not much different, except that there were two steel belts made of soft steel plates. These steel belts were fixed to the two thighs, and there was a connecting device on the inside of the steel belts, with two metal rods fixed on it. The rods were more like a crankshaft, seemingly able to extend and retract with the person's movement.

After Wan Hong's explanation, it was indeed as described. That is, the crankshaft connecting rod could be connected to the dildo, and as the person moved, the dildo would move in and out of sensitive areas to provide stimulation.

"Damn, what a brilliant design!" I couldn't help but marvel. This meant that the electric dildo could continue to provide stimulation even when the power was off. However, Wan Hong said that the device used to connect the crankshaft wasn't the self-adjusting vibrator, but something else entirely. When she took it out, I became curious again. The vibrator looked similar, except that at the bottom, besides the device connecting the crankshaft, there were three thin rubber tubes inserted inside. The tubes were of different lengths; the shortest was only about 10 centimeters long. A slightly longer tube was inserted into a cylindrical object resembling a anus plug, its function obvious from its shape. The longest tube, however, had a rubber dildo with a tie at its end.

Wan Hong blushed as she explained, “This short tube is…it’s inserted into the woman’s urethra, the medium-length one is an anal…butt plug, and the longest one is used to plug the opening…their function is…urine flows into the simulation device through the shortest tube, and pressure is generated by the crankshaft connecting rod, forcing the urine into…into…the anus, acting as…an enema. If…if you can’t bear the pain, you can use the longest tube to suck the urine into your mouth…”

Wan Hong was somewhat embarrassed and stopped talking, but I completely understood what she meant. Who designed this? It’s really something…it feels a bit dirty and disgusting, but also very exciting. Luckily, I had decided to buy it beforehand, otherwise I would have been too embarrassed to ask for it after hearing this explanation.

Then she introduced me to an automatic whip and a first-wheel puller. The so-called automatic whip uses the principle of a ratchet, driven by a small motor, to rotate the whip to a certain position and bounce it back to achieve the whipping effect. The first-round traction device also uses an electric motor to reel in and release the rope, giving the feeling of a master leading a slave. It looks like a gourd and can be hung anywhere.

Seeing the large pile of items, I wasn't worried about adding a few more, so I asked, "You get a commission on these things, right?"

Wan Hong nodded shyly. So I generously said, "Okay, just pick out whatever you think I can use for self-sufficiency. Don't worry about my money." After about an hour together, there was nothing to be ashamed of; we both knew what was going on.

Wan Hong happily agreed, clearly treating me like a rich woman… I didn't care; there was no need. I had plenty of money. When I was a secret agent, I often stole things on the side.

I went to the leather goods counter, but I saw that middle-aged couple again. They hadn't left yet, seemingly very picky about their purchases. However, I had a feeling the man was spying on me; perhaps he really was reluctant to leave because of me. I chuckled inwardly.

High heels, leather jackets, and leather boots all held a special allure for me. Just then, Wan Hong rushed over and told me there was a fitting room in the back where I could try things on. So I chose an SM queen-style tight leather dress with a choker and tall high-heeled boots and went into the fitting room.

Perhaps because of my excitement, I felt no shame whatsoever. In the fitting room, I took off my trench coat and my seemingly conservative professional suit. After only a moment's hesitation, I stripped off my underwear completely. Completely naked, I admired my almost perfect, sexy body in the mirror, then put on patent leather panties, picked up the queen-style dress, and squeezed myself into it from top to bottom. It seemed a size too small, but that's probably the design. The dress only covered the chest area; the area above the breasts was exposed, only covering most of them, with a clear cleavage visible. A leather strap connected the dress to the choker in the middle of the breasts to prevent it from slipping down. The short skirt was alright, barely covering my buttocks, but a slight misstep would reveal my underwear.

Next came the high-top leather shoes and leather gloves.

Now I looked every bit the sexy, seductive SM queen. If I added a fascist military cap and a whip, I'd look even more like one. Unfortunately, I could only sigh; the SM queen before me was a complete masochist. The smell of patent leather and its reflective sheen, the choker around my neck and the leather accentuating my smooth, creamy skin, my perfect figure, and my long, beautiful legs in high-heeled boots—all these elements evoked a strong sense of SM, filling me with pleasure and a desire to be bound. It

fit perfectly, like it was tailor-made for me. I couldn't bear to take it off. After a moment's hesitation, I decided to just leave it on. It was late at night, and I wasn't worried about being seen. Besides, I had a trench coat. It was nice to secretly experience the feeling of SM.

So I put on my trench coat, stuffed the clothes I'd changed out of into the leather jacket's packaging, and walked out of the fitting room.

Wan Hong smiled knowingly at the leather boots peeking out from under the trench coat, making me feel a little embarrassed. She had already chosen the items for me and was packing them into a box. I casually picked out a few leather jackets and high heels and handed them to her, then waited for her to pack them.

Wan Hong smiled sweetly, then bowed deeply to me, sincerely thanking me: "Thank you so much! With your generosity, my tuition and living expenses are covered. Sister, may I know your name?"

Was I being generous? What a stupid, perverted person! After hesitating for a moment, I still told her my name: "Liang Ting."

"Thank you so much, Sister Ting! I'll pray for you," she said, sticking out her tongue and making a cute face: "I wish Sister Ting could find a good S!"

"Nonsense…nonsense…"

"Sister Ting, it'll be a while. Why don't you come up and sit for a bit? Oh, there's a bar upstairs. It was just renovated recently. Our boss wanted to provide a place for like-minded people to meet and make friends, so the bar's theme is sadomasochistic, and it's called 'Sadomay Romance.' Come up and sit

for a bit. Business isn't great, there aren't many people, but our boss believes it will get better in the future." "Oh, really?" After a moment's thought, "Okay."

"Please follow me."

The stairwell leading to the second floor was actually next to the fitting room, but it didn't seem like the bar's entrance.

Wan Hong told me it was actually the bar's back door; the real entrance was next to the shop. As we entered through the back door, various masks hung on the wall. Wan Hong asked if I wanted to wear one.

I chose a butterfly mask, not entirely out of fear of running into acquaintances or feeling embarrassed, but being mindful of appearances was always a good idea.

I pushed open the door. The back door was right next to the bar counter, forming a small passageway. A young man sat idly behind the counter, lazily smoking a cigarette. He wasn't particularly handsome, dressed as a waiter, and trimming his nails with scissors.

Wan Hong gestured for me to enter and then asked what I wanted. I said anything was fine.

Wan Hong then said to the young man, "Boss, this lady's bill is on me, but you'll have to give her a 30% discount."

I was about to say it wasn't necessary, but the young man stood up and said jokingly, "Xiao Hong, if you let me tie you up, it'll be free, how about it?"

"Pah, dream on," Xiao Hong retorted, her face flushed with a cute blush. She ordered a drink and waited for the young man to mix it.

The bar was dimly lit, and beautiful music emanated from the speakers. The bar seemed larger than the shops on the first floor; it must have combined two adjacent buildings on the second floor. There weren't many customers. I only noticed a young couple talking in a corner. The woman, like me, was wearing a mask and was sipping her drink through a straw at the table. When she slightly raised her head to look in our direction, I noticed a choker around her neck with a thin chain hanging down her chest. She wore a slightly short trench coat, but the sleeves were empty, and her hands were completely hidden inside, seemingly tied behind her back.

I calmly sat down on a sofa at a table and continued to observe my surroundings. The setup on the left was chilling; it was a row of fences, divided in the middle, forming numerous boxes enclosed by iron cages.

The right side, however, consisted of actual boxes, though there were only five, each with a name.

I looked at the names of the boxes with interest.

The first one was called: "Torture of Love," the second: "Love's Lock," the third: ****, the fourth: and

the fifth: *** (too lazy to think of a name).

At the other end of the bar, opposite the counter, was a small stage with a large screen as a backdrop. Besides karaoke equipment, several chains hung from the ceiling, and on one side was an iron frame with ropes and leather goods hanging from it… My gaze returned to the bar. Wan Hong was talking to the owner, glancing at me occasionally. Seeing me looking at her, she smiled and walked towards me with a drink.

"Sister Ting, please enjoy your drink. I'll go back to work and let you know when I'm done."

I nodded and watched her leave. I checked the time; it was past midnight, and I was getting a little bored. I took a sip of my drink; it wasn't very good. It seemed the bartender wasn't very professional.

After the music changed to a more upbeat tune, I saw the owner walk over to the only table occupied by a man and a woman. They said something, and I could hear some ambiguous laughter coming from behind them. They clearly knew each other; apparently, this bar didn't have a single real customer.

A short while later, the owner glanced at me and actually walked over.

"Beautiful lady, how about we chat?"

Of course, I wasn't afraid of a strange man approaching me, but I still felt a little embarrassed in this situation. I shrugged, indicating that it didn't matter, but I picked up my drink and took a sip to hide my embarrassment.

"My name is Zhang Jie. I own the shop downstairs and this bar. Uh, what's your name, beautiful lady?"

"...Liang Ting." It didn't matter if I told him my real name; maybe he already knew it from Wan Hong.

"So, you won't mind if I call you 'Sister Ting,' right?"

I shrugged again, still indifferent. Calling me "sister" after only a couple of sentences seemed a bit too fast, but I didn't plan on getting to know you better, so I let him call me whatever he wanted.

Zhang Jie didn't seem interested in learning more about my background, probably afraid of making me uncomfortable. He smiled and asked how my drink was. I said it was alright. Then he started making conversation, beginning with how he wasn't a handsome bartender, saying the bar had only recently opened and hadn't advertised; only his small circle of friends knew about it, so it seemed rather deserted, but things would get better. He added that people weren't as taboo as they used to be; there were SM queens online, and people looking for SM partners were everywhere on forums. The reason he built this bar was to provide a platform for like-minded people to meet and exchange ideas. Making money would be great, but if not, it didn't matter; it was just a contribution to this special group. Although SM easily evokes images of sex or prostitution, he didn't want to turn this place into a brothel, at least not to offer sexual services. Then he talked about his views on SM, saying that SM isn't perverted... Hearing this, I couldn't help but think, if SM isn't perverted, then what is it...? He talked a lot, citing numerous sources, and even mentioned that some celebrities, actors, and singers' concerts sometimes had SM elements, saying that people are gradually starting to accept things that were once considered taboo, homosexuality being a good example, so SM will be the same... So there's no need to feel burdened, we're all adults, we know what we're doing, if you like it, try it... Wow, I was completely a listener, a little amused, but also quite interested. Why say so much, does he think I'm a little girl? Is he up to something?

"Thank you for buying my product, it made me a little fortune, hehe... Uh, I heard that Sister Ting just needs some... uh, self-sufficiency products, is it... uh, for Sister Ting herself?"

I nodded and took another sip of my drink.

Zhang Jie shrugged and said, "Look, I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to ask if Sister Ting has any gaming partners, how they usually play, uh, just for friends to exchange ideas. I also hope Sister Ting will become a regular customer. Sister Ting is our first customer here..." He looked me up and down, "And with such a great figure, you must be an incredibly beautiful woman. So, if possible, I'd like to hire Sister Ting as our model, because we occasionally hold rope bondage performances here. Oh, of course, without interfering with Sister Ting's normal work, I wonder..."

I shook my head, noncommittal, but a little tempted. Performing bondage in front of others sounded exciting, but I hadn't forgotten that I was a policeman. Policemen always represent justice and integrity. If people found out, the impact would be huge.

Zhang Jie was clearly disappointed, smiled awkwardly, and then said easily, "Okay, it's nothing. But as our first customer, we hope Sister Ting will come often. All purchases here will be 20% off, hehe."

I didn't refuse, but whether I'd come often was hard to say. It was strange, though; hadn't Wan Hong prepared for so long?

Zhang Jie took out a cigarette and politely asked if I wanted one. I nodded, and he handed me one, lighting it for me.

"Want to try?" Zhang Jie asked abruptly.

"Try what?"

Zhang Jie pulled a roll of rope from his back pocket, swung it around, and laughed, "I'm a rope expert, hehe."

I couldn't help but glance at the couple over there. It was clearly a sign of guilt; subconsciously, I was even tempted to try. After talking for so long, I certainly didn't think Zhang Jie had any evil intentions. If he were a bad guy, Wan Hong wouldn't feel safe working here. Besides, who am I? A secret agent! What haven't I seen? Why would I be afraid of a kid? Mainly, there weren't many people around, so tying him up wouldn't hurt, right? Who cares if I like it?

Before I could even nod, Zhang Jie raised his hand, and the couple responded. Zhang Jie smiled and said, "A buddy of mine, a fellow enthusiast, that girl is his submissive, we met online, and she's planning to work for me..."

As he spoke, the couple stood up and walked towards us, one after the other. When they got closer, I realized the man had led the girl over, holding the chain on her collar. The girl was a little shy; her cheeks were flushed under the butterfly mask, and her open trench coat revealed a red halter dress underneath, except that two ropes were clearly tied around her chest.

The man introduced himself: "My name is Li Bing, this is my m, Wang Fang. It's nice to meet you, hehe."

Zhang Jie introduced me: "Liang Ting, Sister Ting."

Li Bing nodded: "Hello, Sister Ting." He pulled on the chain in his hand, gave it a shake, and said sternly: "Fangfang, why don't you greet Sister Ting?"

Fangfang's collar tightened, she glared at Li Bing reproachfully, and then said to me: "Hello, Sister Ting."

"Hello, everyone." I smiled.

But then I saw Li Bing lift Fangfang's trench coat, causing Fangfang to let out a soft cry, her face seemingly turning even redder. Fangfang's hands were indeed tightly bound behind her back, in the kind of skillful hand binding.

Seeing that she was completely exposed, Fangfang wasn't embarrassed anymore, and said sweetly: "Sister Ting, try it, they are all good people, they won't do anything immoral, we're all like-minded, don't be shy."

I nodded, no longer hesitating. However, my trench coat seemed cumbersome and unsuitable for binding. Thinking about my undergarments, I felt embarrassed again. But Zhang Jie had already started adjusting the ropes, making a gesture as if he was about to tie me up. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. It was just the way things were. Besides, I've never been shy about showing off my beauty and sexiness. When I was a secret agent, I even used seduction to gather intelligence. Why was I acting like a demure lady now?

So I generously unbuttoned my trench coat. The first thing revealed was the choker around my neck, followed by a large expanse of smooth, delicate skin, high and firm breasts, and a smooth abdomen and slender waist under the tight leather coat. When I completely removed the trench coat, both men were stunned and amazed.

Fangfang exclaimed, "Wow, Sister Ting's figure is amazing and sexy, tsk tsk..."

Fangfang's exclamation reminded the two young men. Zhang Jie chuckled awkwardly, somewhat embarrassed, "Uh... well... uh, this leather outfit suits Sister Ting very well..."

Fangfang kicked Li Bing, angrily scolding, "Still looking?"

Li Bing also looked embarrassed, laughing self-deprecatingly, "Almost... almost had a nosebleed... hehe..."

Fangfang was even more dissatisfied, kicking Li Bing again, angrily saying, "Hit your big head, you big devil..."

Li Bing reluctantly shifted his gaze from me, seemingly aroused in a certain area, and with a thud, pulled the chain connected to Fangfang's collar, pretending to be annoyed, saying, "You dare kick your master, I'll punish you severely..."

Fangfang cried out as she was pulled, helpless, her face turning even redder, as if she knew what Li Bing was going to do, and surprisingly became obedient, silently following behind Li Bing, her hands tied behind her back becoming even more conspicuous.

Li Bing led Fangfang towards the back door I had entered through; if I wasn't mistaken, they were probably going up to the third floor. As he left, Li Bing tossed out, "Enjoy yourselves, you two. I'm going to train my female slave. See you later..."

I couldn't help but smile, but my excitement grew even stronger... Zhang Jie was already standing behind me; my scent seemed to stimulate his senses, making his breathing heavy. I wrapped my two arms, gloved with patent leather, behind my back, and they naturally crossed into a "W" shape. This unconscious action startled Zhang Jie, making him think I was hinting at how to tie me up.

"Sister Ting's flexibility is really good," Zhang Jie sincerely praised.

Following this gesture, Zhang Jie began to tie me up, wrapping the rope around my wrists twice before asking, "Is it tight?

Should I loosen it a little?"

"No... not tight..." Since I had decided to experience the pleasure of being tied up, I might as well fully experience the thrill of being tied up, and couldn't help but add, "You can tie it a little tighter..." A trace of shame still flashed through my mind after saying that.

The rope tightened again. Because my hands were initially positioned in a "W" shape behind my back, even with only my wrists bound, I couldn't lower them.

Zhang Jie no longer cared whether I could endure the tightness of the rope; it was truly tight, even binding my elbows, forearms, and upper arms together. Before it was even finished, my hands were completely immobile. For those who enjoy bondage, the process itself is exhilarating. As the rope slowly coils around me, and I gradually lose my freedom, many fantasies arise, stimulating a certain nerve and causing an uncontrollable masochistic urge to rise.

I don't know how long the rope was, but it certainly wasn't short. Zhang Jie used the entire rope to bind my arms, which felt as if they were already behind my back, pressed tightly against my body, completely immobile. What should have been a painful experience, I inwardly exclaimed: "Ah, this feels so good!"

This feeling wasn't just physical; it also stimulated a sense of psychological pleasure.

Zhang Jie walked around to my front, took another rope, draped it over the back of my neck, pulled it to the front, and tied a knot at my chest… His expression was very focused, as if he were sculpting a work of art, but I could tell from his constantly moving Adam's apple that he was actually very nervous, or at least suppressing some kind of desire.

He was also very careful, trying not to touch my body, although some touching was unavoidable, as he had to adjust the tightness and position of the rope from time to time. However, his carefulness made me feel relieved, at least proving that the young man really didn't have any bad intentions.

The rope was tied around my breasts, forming two straps that tightly supported my already high breasts, and then the rope was slightly tightened between my breasts, with the excess rope wrapped around the tightened rope, forming a vertical rope stick between my breasts. At this point, Zhang Jie seemed even more nervous, as he would frequently touch a woman's sensitive areas.

"Okay... all tied up... how... how is it... tight?" Zhang Jie seemed very excited, and you could see beads of sweat on his forehead.

At this moment, I seemed more composed than him, and smiled faintly: "Not tight, very good..." I wanted to say thank you, but then I felt that saying thank you was inappropriate.

"Is tying someone up tiring?" I asked deliberately.

"No... not tiring."

"Oh? Why do I see you sweating?"

Zhang Jie naturally didn't know how to explain, and gave an awkward smile.

"Now no one should be coming, right?" I asked knowingly.

"No."

"Then... then can you tie my legs up too?"

"Ah, oh, okay..."

I sat down on the sofa to the side, waiting for him to get the rope. Zhang Jie brought the rope, and I changed my posture and sat up properly, putting my long, beautiful legs, clad in tall leather boots, together.

However, Zhang Jie started by tying the rope around my knees. The rope wasn't long, but it wrapped around my legs seven or eight times, passed between my legs, and then tightened and knotted. He tied my ankles with another rope, but with more loops, making it tighter and more aesthetically pleasing.

Now I was completely a lamb to the slaughter. Anyone, even a child, could torture me at will, and I had no chance to resist except to be manipulated. However, this situation and feeling excited me. But I didn't seem satisfied yet. After experiencing the pleasure of being tightly bound, I asked him, "Do you have a gag? Gag my mouth too... I need a new gag."

"Yes... of course I do, of course I do, I have everything..."

Zhang Jie seemed a little anxious, but he walked towards the bar. It turned out that his gag was in the sterilizer, but the packaging was intact, so it shouldn't have been used.

I smiled shyly, but I didn't know if he could feel it, since I was still wearing the butterfly mask. He had already torn open the packaging when he got to my side. I opened my mouth and made a couple of "ah" sounds, like a mischievous little girl who hadn't grown up yet. I was also a little surprised; I hadn't acted this childishly in a long time.

The gag was red with small holes, and it seemed a bit too big, clearly unsuitable for my sexy little lips. It was very likely Zhang Jie had chosen it intentionally, but I didn't try to stop him when he put it in my mouth.

My mouth was almost stretched to its maximum, feeling like it was about to tear. What was really blocking the gag were my teeth, and just as I was about to signal that I couldn't take it anymore, he forcefully pushed the gag in. I cursed inwardly, "Zhang Jie must have done this on purpose." The gag was firmly sealed in my mouth; even without the belt, my tongue didn't have enough strength to push it out. Soon I felt a soreness in my mouth, which made me a little impatient, but I didn't object, letting him tighten the belt behind my head.

I could only make "mmm" sounds; even the ability to speak was taken away. Now it was even more complete; even if I was hurt, I couldn't call for help. If I were blindfolded, I wouldn't even know who hurt me. Should I blindfold myself? I hesitated.

The tight, immobile bindings gave me intense pleasure, especially with a young man standing in front of me admiring my alluring figure. I couldn't help but think, "Wow, bound like this, will he become a beast? Rape me, humiliate me, or even imprison me, using all sorts of methods to train me into a sex slave?"

Of course, it wasn't impossible. Most people here are very discreet; no one knows I've been here, provided Wan Hong is with them, and the middle-aged couple doesn't know me at all. My disappearance might never reach their ears… It was precisely this possibility that filled me with fantasies of that situation, and because of these fantasies, my body became uncontrollably hot and unusually sensitive.

I desperately wanted hands to caress my body, which made me glance involuntarily at Zhang Jie, my eyes seemingly filled with a hint of resentment. I resented this young man for remaining unmoved despite having such an alluring body before me; didn't he know I was like a lamb to the slaughter, completely at his mercy?

Thankfully, my mouth was gagged, otherwise I doubted whether I would have asked him to play with me. If I had, I would have felt utterly ashamed. Occasionally, I twisted my body, feeling the helplessness of being tightly bound, occasionally letting out pitiful "mmm" sounds.

Zhang Jie's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, staring at me, his emotions fluctuating greatly. He trembled slightly as he lit a cigarette, seemingly suppressing a desire to pounce on me. But then, the back door was pushed open, and Wan Hong walked in. Seeing me, she was first surprised, then exclaimed "Wow!" but didn't say a word, her face turning bright red.

"What is it?" The interruption of their erotic scene made Zhang Jie feel displeased.

"I just wanted to tell Sister Ting that the goods she ordered have been packaged. Is it cash or card payment? Also... it's almost time to leave work, and I... I want to get my commission today. Um—I want to use this commission to pay off the rent I owe for the past few days, uh, boss, is that okay?"

Zhang Jie glared at Wan Hong, seemingly blaming her for ruining his plans, and said with a wry smile, "Sure, why not?" She glanced at me reluctantly, shrugged, and said helplessly, "I'll be right back."

I nodded.

Wan Hong stuck out her cute little tongue and said, "Sister Ting, you're so beautiful." She waved goodbye and followed Zhang Jie out the back door.

Will anyone come this late? I'm the only one left in this huge bar, and I can't help but worry. But being so tightly bound, unable to do anything, besides the stimulation of being bound, I also feel a little bored.

It's true what they say, what you fear most is what happens. As mentioned before, besides the back door, the bar has another real entrance, located on the other side of the bar counter. Just then, I heard footsteps.

This was incredibly embarrassing, but in this situation, there was no escape, no hiding; I could only accept being discovered. I wondered who it was, and how they would react to seeing a sexy woman bound and helpless. Even the strongest-willed person couldn't help but panic at this moment, wishing they could disappear into a hole. This feeling was utterly humiliating.

I had no choice but to watch helplessly as a man appeared in my line of sight. He saw me immediately too, a flicker of surprise crossing his face; he must have been shocked by my predicament. —Oh dear, this man was the man from the middle-aged couple I'd encountered in the shop on the first floor. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful it wasn't someone from the Ministry of Public Security, tax authorities, or culture—though I dreaded nothing more than a night patrol.

This man was probably from the same community; if he was, he would understand my situation and at least wouldn't discriminate against me.

The man noticed I was the only person in the bar and walked straight towards me. My heart started pounding. What was he going to do? Was he some kind of lecherous bastard who dared to make advances on me here?

The man's smile was somewhat wicked, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of a predator encountering its prey. His breathing was heavy and rapid, like a predator preparing to enjoy its prey. This feeling made my heart skip a beat; I knew I was in trouble. I was like a lamb to the slaughter—what else could I be but the prey?

Sure enough, this unsettling middle-aged man sat down right next to me. My heart pounded even harder, but this panic was tinged with a strange excitement.

I could only glare at him angrily with my eyes, the only way to express my emotions. But the man completely ignored my reaction, turning to face me, one hand brazenly resting on my bare thigh exposed between my boots and short skirt. I stared at his hand in astonishment, then at him in disbelief. Damn, this guy is shameless! Are we even that close? What did he take me for, acting so brazenly?

Unfortunately, I couldn't do anything about it, especially with his hand that was insulting me, and I felt it gently caressing my thigh.

"Mmm—" I was angry, but the man didn't seem to care.

"Is this where you work, miss? Are you an SM girl? How much for a night?"

Damn, do I look like a prostitute? This man is doing this on purpose—I shook my head, that was all I could say.

"Oh, I forgot your mouth is gagged and you can't speak, hehe, it's nothing, I can pay whatever it takes."

He glanced at the bar again, completely ignoring my reaction: "Look, it's getting late, this place isn't suitable, how about we go to a star-rated hotel? My car is downstairs, I'll take you."

Good heavens! This man is utterly shameless, clearly trying to justify his actions. Even if the truth comes out later, he can easily claim he only mistook me for a prostitute, especially since I was dressed like this and tied up in this bar that most people still consider a brothel.

I finally understood what helplessness and despair truly meant, because this man had grabbed my arm and lifted me from the sofa without a second thought. I was like a helpless stick, unable to stop him. The man forced his way towards the door, and I was forced to hop passively, twisting and struggling every now and then, but this resistance was undoubtedly futile.

I tried to scream, but could only make muffled sounds, which couldn't be heard downstairs amidst the upbeat music.

Good heavens! Was I just going to be taken away by a stranger like this? What would happen next? Rape? Humiliation? Discipline? Imprisonment or forced labor? ...Zhang Jie. Wan Hong…come save me…if you don’t show up soon, your Sister Ting will be in big trouble…Amidst a complex mix of fear, shame, excitement, and anticipation, the man finally led me downstairs without much trouble. A luxurious BMW was parked in front of me, and there wasn’t a single pedestrian in sight.

The man wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly against his body. He opened the car door with one hand and shoved me into the car like cargo. Despite my struggles and attempts to refuse to get in, he easily stuffed me into the back seat. Lying there, I watched helplessly as he closed the door.

I felt utterly hopeless, no longer believing I would be rescued. I could guess what my fate would be next—at least being treated like a prostitute and exploited.

The man seemed flustered, impatiently opening the driver’s side door, getting in, glancing at me, and starting the engine.

Just as the car started moving and I was feeling sorry for myself, a figure jumped in front of the car, slammed his hands on the hood, and yelled, "Fuck you, stop the car!"

I recognized Zhang Jie's voice, and for a moment, I felt a surge of relief, as if I had escaped a disaster.

But the man was also incredibly arrogant. He slammed on the brakes, stuck his head out of the car, and cursed, "Are you crazy? You want to die?"

Zhang Jie laughed angrily, clearly not expecting this reaction. Without a word, he opened the car door, grabbed the man by the collar, and yanked him out. The man was taller and bigger than Zhang Jie, but Zhang Jie wasn't afraid at all. He slapped the man twice across the face.

The man didn't retaliate, his momentum immediately weakening as he covered his face: "You...you dare...dare to hit me...you...do you know who I am?..."

Another figure rushed out, kicking the man in the waist, sending him sprawling to the ground, screaming in pain. A figure rushed out, cursing, "Who came from here? Daring to cause trouble on my turf? You want to die? I'll fucking grant your wish!" This figure was Li Bing, though he was only wearing shorts. He arrogantly went up and kicked me a few more times.

Just then, the car door opened, and Wan Hong reached in with pity, gently helping me out. "That man is shameless..." Wan Hong cursed indignantly.

"Ugh." I reminded Wan Hong that I was still tied up. Wan Hong said, "Oh, I'll untie you."

I grunted a few more times, nodding and gesturing around, meaning we were on the street, so I should untie myself here.

Wan Hong smiled sheepishly, "Then let's go inside. Be careful, don't fall."

At this moment, Zhang Jie pulled Li Bing away, advising, "That's enough. A lesson for this kind of scum is enough. Don't cripple him. Our shop just opened; it won't look good if word gets out."

Li Bing pointed at the man: "You son of a bitch, don't let me see you again. Every time I see you, I'll beat you up."

The man, being pragmatic, remained silent until the two turned to walk into the shop, at which point he uttered a polite phrase: "You...you wait...just you wait and see...old man..."

"What the hell did you say?" Li Bing turned to rush forward, but Zhang Jie grabbed him.

The man completely quieted down, though his eyes still greedily glanced at my retreating figure, clearly still lustful.

Li Bing, feeling indecent in his shorts, rushed into the shop first. With Wan Hong's careful help, I finally hopped up to the second-floor bar, plopped down on the sofa, and tried to take a deep breath, but because of the gag, it wasn't a pleasant exhale.

Zhang Jie stared at my face, though the mask obscured his vision. I knew he was trying to gauge my reaction to what had just happened.

"I...I'm sorry, I didn't know someone would come..."

I shook my head, indicating I didn't care, and in truth, I didn't care. Even if that man had taken me away, I wouldn't hold a grudge against him.

Wan Hong was untying me, but the bindings were very tight, requiring quite a bit of effort. Actually, I didn't want to be untied now; I hadn't had enough of the tight bindings yet, and with what happened earlier, it felt even more intense. But since she was kindly untying me, I couldn't very well refuse; stopping her would be really perverted.

Zhang Jie also came over to help untie me, untying the ropes binding my legs.

...I was free, but the feeling of freedom wasn't good! Removing the gag was difficult again; my mouth felt sore and weak.

Just then, there was a thumping sound of footsteps at the back door, and Fang Fang rushed in, her face full of concern. She had changed her clothes, and they were surprisingly similar to mine—a leather jacket and boots, only her figure was a bit more youthful, not as round and full as mine. I didn't see her arms moving; it turned out her hands were still bound. Judging from the two leather straps crossed at her chest, she was probably bound with a single glove.

"Ting, Sister Ting, are you...are you alright?" Her concern touched me deeply, and in a moment of emotion, I opened my arms. Fangfang nestled obediently into my embrace. I stroked her arms, which were bound behind her back, and a flood of emotions welled up inside me. At that moment, they all became my younger brothers and sisters in my eyes. I felt the warmth of human kindness, and even my heart, which had been hardened by life and death, felt a melting sensation.

"What could I possibly be alright? I'm not a child anymore. Sister Ting wouldn't take this little trouble to heart. Hehe, why are you still tied up?"

Fangfang blushed and said reproachfully, "Brother Li...Bing just won't untie me, it's so infuriating."

"Oh? Is that so? You don't want to be untied, do you?"

"Hmm—no, Sister Ting is teasing me too, but Sister Ting is the same..."

That's how relationships between people are. Sometimes, no matter how much you try to cultivate them, you'll remain strangers, while other times, just one meeting or a shared experience can fundamentally change the relationship, even leading to a life-or-death bond.

Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps we were kindred spirits, but in less than one night, we felt like we'd known each other for a long time.

Wan Hong then made a late-night snack, and we sat together chatting happily, with me becoming their "Sister Ting."

I didn't tell them my real identity, but I did remove my mask. We stayed until dawn, then reluctantly parted.

Before leaving, I said I'd come back tonight to pick up my purchases; my priority now was to go home and sleep.

Back at my place, a fairly luxurious apartment on the ninth floor. Three rooms, two living rooms—big enough for one person, but also a bit lonely and empty.

I called Director Zhao, not caring whether he was up or not. The call connected, and without waiting for him to ask who I was, I said, "Director Zhao, this is Liang Ting. I was investigating a case all night last night, I'm too tired, I won't be coming to the station today. Don't call me if you need anything, bye."

"Hello...you're investigating a case? What case do you have to investigate...hello..." Director Zhao anxiously pressed, but I had already hung up.

Director Zhao acknowledged my abilities, but he was troubled by my disruptive tendencies. He wouldn't let me touch any cases that were even slightly big, so I seemed quite free. Besides, I could take cases when I wanted and not when I didn't, and Director Zhao couldn't control me. Having been director for so long, his hands must be dirty, right? He's probably just afraid of the Security Bureau behind me. Even if I'm no longer with the Security Bureau, I still have a few friends, right? Making a phone call to cause trouble for the police chief is a piece of cake.

I yawned; I was really a little sleepy. Was it because I was too excited? As a specially trained agent, I could go three days and three nights without sleep without a problem, so why was I so tired after just one night? Maybe I've been living the life of an ordinary person for too long and have become degraded? Whatever, I'll just wash up and go to sleep.

But when I took off the leather outfit I'd put back on, I struck various alluring poses in front of the mirror, indulging in self-admiration. I'm used to coming out of the bathroom naked, wearing nothing, and I can't help but strike a pose in front of the mirror, always confident in my perfect, sexy body.

Just as I lay down on the bed, I couldn't resist getting up again, taking two handcuffs from the bedside table, handcuffing my feet with one, then covering myself with the silk quilt, and handcuffing my hands behind my back under the quilt… I slept until after four in the afternoon, feeling refreshed, though my arms were a little sore and numb.

Uncuffing, getting up, washing up, putting on makeup… but getting dressed was a bit of a hassle; I couldn't very well wear that leather outfit again. Going to the sadomasochistic romance site wasn't just about getting my purchases back; maybe I'd get tied up again sometime. Just thinking about being tied up gets me excited.

Oh well, I'll just wear whatever. At worst, I'll just pick out another SM outfit like last night and tie myself up... At nine o'clock that night, I set off in a loose-fitting pantsuit, naturally driving my own car.

What kind of car do I have? A Mazda 2, the "Agile and Stylish" model, red (I'm poor, I don't dare be interested in cars, and I don't know anything about them, so this is fine).

There's a private garage downstairs with a fully automatic remote-controlled door, very convenient. I drove straight to my destination. I hadn't had dinner yet, planning to treat my younger siblings to a big meal.

It only took about twenty minutes to get there. Just like yesterday, there weren't many people on the street, and apart from the lights of the shops on both sides, there weren't any streetlights. I parked the car at the entrance and was about to put on my sunglasses when I was surprised to find that the door to "Sadomasochistic Romance" was tightly closed, and even sealed with tape. Even the sex shop no longer had a curtain; instead, there was a regular security door. What's going on...? I reached out and knocked on the door, and soon there was a response from inside. The door opened, and it was Wan Hong. Seeing me, she called out, "Sister Ting." But her face looked somewhat gloomy.

"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked.

Wan Hong nodded and stepped aside to let me in. Zhang Jie, Li Bing, Fangfang, and Sun Yan (this Sun Yan is the girl who appeared with Wan Hong at the sex shop earlier, the one who introduced the products to the middle-aged couple) appeared together at the back door of the bar on the second floor. Of course, they weren't there to greet me, but just to see who had come.

"Sister Ting," they greeted each other, but compared to yesterday's enthusiasm, today it was like falling into an ice cave.

"What happened? You look so listless."

"Come up and tell me, Sister Ting." We

went up to the second floor and sat down together. Wan Hong brought me a drink, and then Zhang Jie explained the situation.

It turns out the man who made advances on me yesterday had powerful connections. Harboring resentment after being beaten, he managed to persuade the cultural, commercial, and public security departments to shut down the bar and its associated SM sex shop on suspicion of operating a brothel.

However, they only shut it down; they didn't follow the normal procedures of revoking the business license or taking people back for investigation. Later, I learned indirectly from a cultural official that I had offended a relative of an official, and this relative was the man who had made advances on me last night. The official also explicitly told Zhang Jie that the man didn't want to cause trouble for us; if we were sensible enough to beg him, he would let us off the hook, and the bar and shop could reopen soon.

Zhang Jie also learned from this official that the man's name was Ma Wenge, the general manager of the Moonlight Hotel. Since

the man had official connections, Zhang Jie couldn't do anything about it. He could only persuade Li Bing, who was impulsively ready to fight, to go with him to Ma Wenge with gifts to apologize.

At this point, Zhang Jie stopped, seemingly having something difficult to say. Li Bing interjected, "If Jie hadn't stopped me, I would have chopped that bastard to pieces long ago," earning a slap in the face.

I had to ask about the outcome. After hesitating for a while, Zhang Jie finally continued. Ma Wenge said he could accept the apology and wouldn't pursue the matter further, but on one condition: I had to spend the night with him. Zhang Jie repeatedly explained that I was just a customer, not a bartender, and it was impossible for him to persuade me to agree to his condition.

However, Ma Wenge didn't care and gave me three days, saying that if he didn't see me within three days, he would officially revoke the business license, and the police would confiscate the illegal goods and take the suspects in for investigation.

Zhang Jie said that if the license was revoked, so be it; he could just get a new one later. His biggest worry was the police investigation. He didn't care about himself, but it would be troublesome for Wan Hong and the other students.

This scumbag dared to try anything with me. Okay, let him see what I'm capable of. I remained calm, smiled faintly, and said easily, "Don't worry, the police won't take anyone in for investigation. Sister Ting will handle this for you." "I'm a policeman, if I can't even handle something this simple, what kind of policeman am I?

" Zhang Jie asked skeptically. "Sister Ting can solve this? Does Sister Ting have connections...?" Wan Hong clapped her hands excitedly and exclaimed, "I knew Sister Ting would have a way! You didn't believe me!"

"Oh?" I asked with interest, "How did you know Sister Ting had a way?"

"Just my intuition. My intuition is very accurate. The first time I saw Sister Ting, I knew she wasn't an ordinary person. That kind of aura isn't something everyone has.

" "What kind of aura do I have? Tell me."

"Hmm, I can't really say. Noble, composed, unflappable, and so on. Plus, she's sexy and beautiful, making people feel instantly impressed.

" "Am I really that good? I don't think so."

"That's because Sister Ting is in the thick of it. Besides, that kind of aura can't be faked; it's like something you're born with. Of course, Sister Ting herself wouldn't realize it."

Zhang Jie, being more mature, asked worriedly, "Sister Ting, do you really have a way?"

I smiled, trying to ease the tense atmosphere, and joked, "What way could I possibly have? It's just going to see that scumbag..."

"No way—" Wow, before I could even finish, everyone spoke in unison, startling me.

Wan Hong seemed taken aback by my words, her eyes wide with disbelief. Looking at the serious and astonished expressions in the room, I asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Jie and Li Bing's faces were even more unpleasant; their lips twitched a few times, but they were too embarrassed to speak.

I looked at Fangfang, signaling her to speak.

Fangfang blushed, her face filled with indignation, and said bitterly, "That scumbag wants Sister Ting to spend the night with him, actually... actually, he wants her to be his sex slave for one night. He said... he said he wants to do what he did yesterday, tie Sister Ting up and take her to see him, hand her over in one hand and... hand over that business license, then he'll call his friends and stop making things difficult for us..."

These words made me momentarily uneasy, especially the idea of tying her up and taking her to see that scumbag. It strongly stimulated a certain nerve within me, and a desire rose in my subconscious. I couldn't help but change my mind and said easily, "Don't worry, just do as he says. Sister Ting will be fine."

"Huh?" The room was filled with astonishment.

Zhang Jie's astonishment turned to gratitude; he clearly thought I was doing this for their sake. Li Bing, with his fiery temper, cursed, "I'm going to chop that son of a bitch to pieces right now!" He was about to rush out.

Zhang Jie glanced at him, silently stood up, as if to go with him. Their actions deeply moved me. We'd only known each other for one night, yet they cared so much about me, this newcomer, Sister Ting.

Instead of stopping them, I jumped up from the sofa, grabbed Li Bing's wrist, and used subtle force to press on his pressure points.

Li Bing said, "Sister Ting, don't stop me! Even if I'm a bad guy, a scoundrel, I wouldn't let a woman do this kind of thing."

He tried to shove my hand away, but surprisingly, he didn't. Using the momentum of his movement, I twisted his arm behind his back, pinning his wrist and immobilizing him.

Li Bing was surprised and defiant, trying to resist, but he cried out in pain and dared not move again.

This display of skill caused another wave of astonishment throughout the room. Clearly, Li Bing was not only strong but also the strongest fighter in the room, yet I had subdued him so easily.

I released Li Bing and smiled faintly, "Don't do anything foolish. Is it worth it for that kind of scum? If you really consider me your Sister Ting, then listen to me. Don't worry, Sister Ting will definitely be fine."

"How can we do that?" they all said in unison.

Looking at the tension and concern filling the room, I felt both touched and deeply ashamed. Something that could have been easily resolved, Pianpian had made these people worry, all for the sake of her shameless desires. I smiled indifferently, noticed a folded pack of cigarettes on the table, took one out, sat down on the sofa, glanced at Zhang Jie, who understood and quickly lit it for me.

“I said nothing would happen, and nothing will happen. Hehe, look how nervous you all are. It's just being tied up to meet someone, right? He can't eat me alive. Don't worry, he can't hurt me, I'll make him suffer terribly. The reason Sister Ting did this is because this can't be done openly. After all, he has official connections, and we wouldn't get away with it openly, right?”

Li Bing reacted quickly, delighted, “Sister Ting is in the underworld? No wonder she's so powerful.”

I found it somewhat amusing. Being in the underworld makes you powerful? But I didn't argue, which was Mo Ling's ambiguous tacit agreement.

Li Bing became even more excited, and immediately asked, “Does Sister Ting know Brother Wei from East Street? And Black Phoenix from West Street? Ah, right, Sister Ting is with Black Phoenix, right?”

This is all so far-fetched, it's getting more and more unrelated. I smiled, still pretending to be profound and tacitly agreeing. Seeing my tacit agreement, Li Bing believed me even more, and said, “If that's the case, then I'm relieved.”

Zhang Jie, however, was skeptical and said, puzzled, "How could that be? If that were the case, Sister Ting wouldn't have needed to do all this; a simple greeting would have sufficed. Everyone in this city knows Brother Wei."

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