[Urban] The Housekeeper's Secret (Complete) - 1-3

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Chapter 1 In

the stillness of the night, Xia Ming leaned back on the bed, gazing out the window. A bright moon hung dazzlingly in the silent night sky, casting a long, thin white shadow through the windowpane that stretched all the way to the bedside.

Bored, Xia Ming took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a few deep drags. The pungent smoke stung his throat, causing him to cough for a while before finally stubbing it out in frustration. Xia Ming didn't usually smoke; he only took a few puffs to relieve his bad mood.

Since returning more than a month ago, this place, which should have been so familiar, had always given him an indescribable sense of unfamiliarity. The villa, the manor, everything inside and out, including the room where he had grown up, hadn't changed much since he left years ago. But from the moment he stepped into the house, everything seemed different. Xia Ming couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong; he just felt something unsettling in the atmosphere, but in the end, he could only explain it by his grandfather's death.

Xia Ming's family was once a prominent family in the area, managing a vast business empire and possessing immense wealth. However, due to the decline of the times and national hardship, their fortunes declined. Through the efforts of their ancestors, they eventually revived, and today still operate a large farm and two mines, while maintaining some business overseas. The castle-like mansion where they live is said to have been built by his great-grandfather and has been passed down through four generations. Xia Ming's grandfather and father were both only children; his grandmother reportedly died in childbirth when his father was born, and his grandfather never remarried. When Xia Ming was two years old, both his parents died in a disaster. He also has an older sister, Xia Yan.

At the age of seven, his grandfather sent Xia Ming to the United States, where he was gone for ten years, thus knowing little about his family's situation. His return home was due to news of his grandfather's death.

On the day he arrived, only a middle-aged woman greeted him at the door. The woman appeared to be around thirty years old, about 1.7 meters tall, with long, flowing hair, fair skin, and a beautiful face. Her black formal attire accentuated her slender figure, especially the black high-heeled shoes that made her appear even taller and more elegant.

"Young Master Xia Ming, you're finally back!" the woman said, bowing slightly.

"You are... Sister Yu?"

"Yes, it's been a long time. I didn't expect you to remember me, Young Master."

"Yes, it's been a long time, Sister Yu."

"Young Master, you've grown up. You're no longer the child who used to fawn over me." Sister Yu looked Xia Ming up and down carefully, speaking with deep affection.

Sister Yu was the family's housekeeper. Xia Ming didn't know when she had come to live with them, only that she often played with him when he was little. Back then, Sister Yu was like a mother to him, giving him much warmth and care. She should be around thirty-five or thirty-six years old now, but she looked much younger than her actual age.

“My grandfather…”

“Let’s go inside first!” The butler told two servants to help Xia Ming carry his luggage and led him into the house.

The entire first-floor hall was empty. All the furniture and decorations that had been there had been removed, leaving only a portrait of his grandfather hanging on the wall opposite the entrance. Judging from the white cloth hanging next to it, this place had once been set up as a mourning hall, but now everything had changed, leaving only endless sorrow.

"How did he die?"

"Since last year, the master's health had been deteriorating, and he had been taking medication. Two months ago, he suddenly fell ill and passed away not long after. The doctor said it was a myocardial infarction."

"Myocardial infarction?" The butler's tone was vague, and Xia Ming felt a little puzzled. "He had never had this kind of illness before. He was perfectly healthy when I left. How could he suddenly have a myocardial infarction?"

"The doctor said he was old, and he was overworked due to handling too many things, which led to the sudden myocardial infarction." The butler paused slightly before continuing, "The master's passing was sudden, and we were also very surprised. Today is the seventh day after his death, which is why we called you back."

"What? The seventh day? You only informed me after so long..."

"Second Young Master, this was also the master's last wish. He said he didn't want to disturb your studies, so we... Later, we felt it wasn't right to keep it from you, so we informed you. There's another matter we wanted to discuss with you today, which concerns the inheritance of the master's estate. If possible, I'll immediately ask Lawyer Zhang to come to the house tonight to discuss it with you. What do you think..."

"Tell him to come over tonight. Oh, and where's my sister?" Xia Ming suddenly realized his sister, Xia Yan, hadn't shown up.

Xia Yan was three years older than Xia Ming. After Xia Ming went abroad, their grandfather had taken her in, and he'd heard she was in charge of the family business.

He remembered that Xia Yan was cheerful and outgoing when they were little, while Xia Ming was rather introverted and shy, so they rarely interacted. Since Xia Ming went abroad, they'd had even less contact. He hadn't seen his sister since returning home, which made him feel uneasy.

"Miss wanted to wait for you to come back, but she had some urgent business matters to attend to overseas, so she asked me to welcome you at home. She said you could call her if there were any problems." Before Xia Ming could say anything, Sister Yu had already taken out her phone and handed it to him.

"No need, we can talk about it later!" Xia Ming's sister had called him once after receiving news of his grandfather's death, explaining the cause of his father's death, which was basically the same as what Sister Yu's family had just said, so he didn't delve too deeply into it now.

After packing his things in his room, Xia Ming rested for a while. Sister Yu had already prepared the necessary items and arranged a seventh-day memorial service for him.

After dinner, Lawyer Zhang, who handled the inheritance matters, arrived as scheduled. According to Xia Ming's grandfather's will, all his assets, including real estate and stocks, would be divided between his siblings in a 40/60 ratio. His company would also be jointly managed by Xia Ming and Xia Yan. Xia Yan had already signed the notarized property certificate. Xia Ming glanced through it, found no problems, and raised no objections. He then signed his name, thus settling the inheritance matter.

The next morning, a young male servant had already prepared his washing and grooming routine. Soon after, a sumptuous breakfast was delivered to his room. He learned that the housekeeper had instructed him to prepare it that morning. Looking at the unfamiliar servant, Xia Ming suddenly remembered that none of the servants from his home before he left were there now; all he had seen since yesterday were unfamiliar faces. Xia Ming asked the servant about the family's situation, but the servant suddenly became nervous and serious, stammering for a long time without being able to give a coherent answer, until finally he simply lowered his head and ran away. Xia Ming assumed he was new and didn't know the situation, so he didn't pay much attention.

After breakfast, he came downstairs and found that the mourning hall and his grandfather's photo that had been set up in the hall the night before had been removed, and the house had returned to its usual state. Sister Yu, who was directing the servants on the first floor, saw Xia Ming come downstairs and hurriedly came to greet him.

"Good morning, Second Young Master!"

"Yes! Good morning!"

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"Not bad, thank you, Sister Yu."

"You're too kind!" Sister Yu smiled at him, exuding a mature woman's unique charm, "Just tell me what you need, and I'll do it!" After going downstairs, Xia Ming walked towards the living room. In the living room, several servants were tidying up.

"Good morning, Second Young Master!" When the servants saw Xia Ming appear at the living room door, they quickly put down what they were carrying and bowed to him, each one appearing polite and well-trained.

"Good morning!" the servants greeted him, then picked up their work and continued their tasks. This was Xia Ming's first morning back. Facing this long-abandoned home, Xia Ming felt both familiar and strange. Familiar because every blade of grass, every beam and tile was exactly as he remembered, with almost no changes. Strange because everything had changed. His grandfather was gone, his sister hadn't shown up yet, and apart from Sister Yu, everyone before him was a stranger. After wandering around for a while, Xia Ming noticed that almost all of the dozens of servants in the house were middle-aged men. They all looked serious and taciturn, seemingly maintaining a distance and unfamiliarity with each other. Aside from a polite greeting to Xia Ming, they all silently went about their tasks. Only a very few young women seemed to hold a higher status, directing them.

Back in the living room, Xia Ming made himself a cup of coffee, sat on the sofa for a while, and then, feeling a little bored, called over a servant.

"What's your name?"

"Ah...Ah Gou..." The young male servant named Ah Gou looked to be only twenty-three or twenty-four years old. He had delicate features, a pale face, and seemed nervous in front of Xia Ming, stammering as he spoke.

"Ah Gou?" Xia Ming found the name a bit strange, but didn't press further. He knew that in remote mountain villages, many parents would give their children such unusual names to ensure their safety.

"How long have you been here?"

"I...I..."

"It's alright, don't be nervous!"

"I...three...three years..."

"Three years? That's quite a long time. What did you do before?"

"I...I..." Xia Ming suddenly noticed that the servant was nervous and sweating profusely, as if he were being questioned about something very important. Suddenly, the servant bowed to him: "Young Master, I'm going to do my work..." and hurriedly ran away. Afterward, Xia Ming chatted with two other servants, and they were almost always the same, running off after only a few words. He felt he wouldn't get any useful information from her, probably because the servants were still unfamiliar with him since he had just returned, so he didn't continue trying to talk to anyone.

Over the next six months, Xia Ming gradually took over the management of the family business and began to readjust to this familiar yet strange home. Having lost his mother at a young age, Xia Ming had a natural affinity for gentle women radiating maternal love. Yu Jie's unique aura gradually attracted him, making it impossible for him not to pay her close attention. After observing her for a while, he began to have a completely new understanding of Yu Jie; she was no longer the gentle older sister he had initially remembered. In this household, the servants, aside from showing him respect and providing for him, didn't follow his orders much. It was as if they saw Xia Ming as merely a guest. Conversely, Yu Jie's words carried far greater authority, and they obeyed her without question. Even small matters required Yu Jie's direct instruction before the servants dared to act. He, the nominal master, was practically a figurehead; many things required Yu Jie's approval. Sister Yu was cautious, meticulous, and decisive, managing everything in the household, big and small, with impeccable order and efficiency. Under her command, the dozens of people in the manor functioned like a well-oiled machine, with Sister Yu practically acting as its central control. Gradually, this caused the introverted Xia Ming to unconsciously develop a dependence on her. He would always consult Sister Yu before implementing any household matters, including those where the servants didn't obey his orders. While this situation seemed frustrating, Xia Ming eventually had to accept it.

Sister Yu's presence rekindled a hidden quirk in Xia Ming's heart.

It was shortly after he returned home.

Having just taken over the family business, the inexperienced Xia Ming knew almost nothing about business. Thanks to Sister Yu's guidance, coupled with his own natural intelligence, he quickly got into the swing of things and began handling business matters with increasing ease. Although Sister Yu was merely the family's housekeeper, she possessed an exceptional understanding of her family's business and a keen business sense. Whenever Xia Ming faced indecisive matters, Sister Yu would offer excellent advice with consistently positive results. Over time, Xia Ming, with his indecisive nature, tended to strictly adhere to Sister Yu's suggestions, rarely weighing the options himself. Subconsciously, his dependence on Sister Yu seemed to be deepening.

That night, it was past one o'clock. Unable to resolve some business issues, Xia Ming couldn't fall asleep, his mind preoccupied. He considered consulting with Sister Yu, but realizing it was late and everyone was probably asleep, he decided against disturbing her. He sat on the bed, lit a cigarette, and, feeling utterly bored, decided to take a walk in the garden downstairs to ease his pent-up emotions.

The night was a bit chilly, so he casually threw on a coat and stepped out of his room. As he reached the corridor, he saw that Sister Yu's room across the hall was still lit, the door ajar.

A narrow beam of light piercing through the crack in the door stood out starkly in the darkness. Xia Ming's room was on the second floor, directly opposite Yu Jie's room across a circular atrium corridor, so he could easily reach her room from his doorstep.

"It's so late, Yu Jie isn't asleep yet?" A surge of curiosity compelled Xia Ming to tiptoe towards Yu Jie's room, wanting to see what she was doing.

Reaching Yu Jie's door, before even peeking inside, Xia Ming seemed to hear a soft moan coming from within, through the slightly ajar door. It was Yu Jie's voice. Hearing this, Xia Ming quickly pressed his head against the door and peered through the crack.

What he saw inside was enough to send a shiver down his spine. Yu Jie was reclining on the sofa, completely naked. Her exquisite, curvaceous figure and flawless, snow-white skin, illuminated by the soft light, resembled a jade sculpture of a naked beauty, shimmering with a clear, translucent glow. Yu Jie placed one hand on her breast, while the other hand trembled incessantly towards her inner thigh. Although the details were unclear, Xia Ming knew what she was doing. Yu Jie trembled all over, her bright eyes slightly closed, her lips parted, emitting soft moans of "Ah! Ah!" The hand that had been gently stroking her breast suddenly became increasingly violent, as if trying to tear it in half. Her hand dug deep into her skin, and her genitals began to convulse wildly. Even from outside the door, Xia Ming could clearly hear the rustling sound of their skin rubbing together.

"Ah! Ah!" Yu Jie's voice became rapid, a trickle of clear saliva flowing from the corner of her slightly parted lips, dripping down her cheek onto the sofa.

Suddenly, Yu Jie's movements slowed, her body gradually stilling, until finally she lay motionless on the sofa, like a frozen statue. At this moment, Xia Ming noticed that Sister Yu's hand had moved away from her private parts. He could clearly see a layer of liquid clinging to the thick tuft of black hair at the base of her thighs, reflecting a silvery sheen under the light, shimmering like mercury.

After a long while, Sister Yu finally reached for a pair of underwear lying to the side, wiped away the filth from her genitals, then casually tossed the underwear aside and got up to walk towards the bathroom.

That night, Xia Ming couldn't calm down for a long time. Back in his room, his genitals remained erect, his penis supporting his unquenchable desire. The scene before him lingered in Xia Ming's mind, and he finally managed to calm himself down by masturbating in the bathroom, finally falling asleep at four in the morning.

The next morning, the first thing Xia Ming did after getting up was to ask the servants if Sister Yu was awake. The servants replied that Sister Yu had already gone out early, so he rushed to her room and tried the doorknob, only to find the door unlocked. This discovery filled him with elation, but he had to suppress his desire. He hesitated at the door for a while, then slipped inside when no one was looking. This was the first time he had entered Sister Yu's room since returning. The room was filled with a pleasant fragrance, and everything was neatly arranged and spotless. Xia Ming knew that Sister Yu never allowed servants into her room, so she always cleaned it herself. What delighted Xia Ming most was that the underwear Sister Yu had used to wipe his private parts the night before was still lying quietly in the corner of the sofa.

Xia Ming rushed over, grabbed the underwear, stuffed it into his clothes, and hurriedly left the room.

Trembling, he held the underwear and gently unfolded it. The stains on the underwear had dried completely, turning slightly yellow. Touching it lightly felt like a thin shell had formed on the surface; it was dry, hard, and lacked elasticity. He moved the underwear towards his face, and a strong, pungent odor assaulted his nostrils, quickly spreading throughout his body like bacteria, transforming into a strange, burning desire that made him feel hot all over. His genitals swelled uncontrollably once more.

Xia Ming sucked on it several times, savoring the familiar taste. Forgotten memories from long ago began to surface in his mind…

Chapter 2:

When he was young, his parents died in a car accident, and his grandfather was too busy with business to care for him. Xia Ming was always taken care of by Sister Yu. Back then, Sister Yu was much younger than she is now. Xia Ming didn't know when Sister Yu came to their house; he only knew she had been there as long as he could remember. In Xia Ming's eyes, she was like an older sister, always taking him out to play and bringing him delicious food. Therefore, Xia Ming always treated her like his mother, and their relationship was exceptionally close. Sister Yu was naturally very tall, while Xia Ming was quite short at the time, his head barely reaching her knees. Standing together, they looked like a giantess and a dwarf. During those days, Xia Ming would always hover around Sister Yu, always wanting to cling to her and hug her legs. In his memory, Sister Yu always exuded a faint, pleasant fragrance—the same fragrance he had smelled in her room that night. Although he had been away from home for many years, this fragrance remained deeply etched in Xia Ming's mind, and he would often think of it.

When no one was around, Sister Yu liked to play games with Xia Ming: Sister Yu would stand tall with her legs spread wide, and Xia Ming would crawl on the ground, forming a figure eight around her legs, passing between them. Sister Yu would close her eyes and sing a lullaby. When the lullaby stopped, she would squeeze her legs together. If she managed to squeeze Xia Ming, he would have to be punished by having to polish her shoes. If she missed, Sister Yu would magically produce candy from her skirt as a reward for Xia Ming. At that time, Xia Ming always thought the candy had a strange smell. He preferred the fragrance of Sister Yu's shoes, so he would always deliberately let Sister Yu squeeze him with her legs. They also played hide-and-seek. Sister Yu would let Xia Ming smell some strongly scented underwear. At that time, Xia Ming didn't know that these were Sister Yu's underwear. He just thought the smell was strange and unpleasant at first, but over time he gradually got used to the smell and even found it pleasant. After smelling it, Sister Yu would tell Xia Ming to close his eyes, hide the underwear in a corner of the room, and then let Xia Ming find it by following the scent.

These were little games just between them; they never told anyone. More than a decade had passed, and he could no longer remember them, only occasionally recalling fleeting moments from the depths of his memory.

When he was five, his family sent him to kindergarten, and after that, he had much less contact with Sister Yu.

That evening, Xia Ming came home from kindergarten and, as he walked to the gate, immediately saw Sister Yu standing there waiting. Seeing him come out, she happily waved to him.

"Sister Yu!" It was the first time Sister Yu had come to pick him up, and Xia Ming excitedly ran towards her, hugging her and affectionately rubbing his face against her legs. The stockings Sister Yu wore were cool and smooth, feeling especially comfortable against his face. "Sister Yu, why did you come today?"

"Uncle Wang, the driver, had something to do today, so I came instead. What, aren't you happy to see Sister Yu picking you up?"

"Yes, I am!" "

Was kindergarten fun?" Sister Yu squatted down, supporting Xia Ming with both hands.

"It's not fun," Xia Ming pouted. "Going to class every day isn't fun at all."

"Hehe, poor little Ming. Come on, Sister Yu will take you out to eat!"

"Okay, hehe! Sister Yu is so nice!" Hearing that Sister Yu was taking him out to eat, Xia Ming happily kissed her on the cheek.

Sister Yu took him to the arcade and played with him until he was exhausted. Xia Ming hadn't played so happily in a long time, and he only left reluctantly after Sister Yu urged him several times. Afterwards, Sister Yu took Xia Ming to McDonald's. These things are perfect for children's appetites, but he was never allowed to eat them at home, so it was a rare treat for Xia Ming, who was extremely happy and ordered a bunch of food, munching on it with relish. Sister Yu didn't stop him, just let him eat as much as he wanted.

"Little Ming, did you have fun?" Sister Yu asked, looking at Xia Ming, who was sweating profusely from eating.

"Happy!"

"Do you want to come again next time?"

"Yes, Sister Yu, please bring Xiaoming more often."

"Okay, as long as Xiaoming is good, Sister Yu will bring Xiaoming every day from now on." Sister Yu pinched his little face.

"Okay! Xiaoming listens to Sister Yu the most."

"So good." "

Xiaoming, do you have any good friends at school?"

"Yes, I know Huahua and Xiaohua."

"Who is Huahua?"

"She's my deskmate."

"Are you good with Huahua?"

"Yes, Huahua is my good friend." Xia Ming was busy eating and didn't notice that Sister Yu's expression had changed, and there seemed to be some unhappiness in her eyes.

"Does Xiaoming like Sister Yu?"

"Yes, Xiaoming likes Sister Yu the most."

"Does Xiaoming like Huahua?"

"Yes, Huahua is my good friend."

"If Xiaoming likes Sister Yu, then he can't like Huahua." Sister Yu's tone became a little stiff, and her voice was a little sharp. Xiao Ming was too young and busy eating to understand the underlying meaning in Yu Jie's words. He just turned his head and looked at Yu Jie with innocent, wide eyes.

"Why?"

"Because they bully Xiao Ming! Yu Jie doesn't like them bullying Xiao Ming. Xiao Ming, don't stay with them anymore, okay? They're not good kids. Yu Jie will stay with you every day from now on." "

Then Yu Jie, you have to take me out to play every day."

"Okay, Yu Jie will take you out to play every day."

"Okay, then I won't stay with Hua Hua and the others anymore. I won't talk to them anymore." As soon as he heard that Yu Jie promised to take him out to play every day, his playful nature made him agree without thinking too much. He then turned back to eating with a grin. After

finishing his meal, Yu Jie didn't take Xia Ming home. Instead, she drove him to a small, unfamiliar room. The room was old and simple, a stark contrast to the luxurious home he had, but it was clean. Xia Ming didn't care about any of that. As soon as he entered the room, he found a sofa, climbed up, and sat down to rest. It was indeed a tiring afternoon of playing; even the most energetic child gets sleepy at night.

"Xiaoming," Sister Yu sat down next to Xia Ming, putting her arm around him, "Xiaoming, will you listen to Sister Yu?"

"Yes, I will!"

"Will you do anything Sister Yu asks you to do?"

"Yes." Xia Ming looked at Sister Yu and answered firmly. He didn't know what Sister Yu would ask him to do; he just felt he should answer that way.

"Sister Yu isn't feeling well right now, will Xiaoming help Sister Yu?"

"Sister Yu, are you sick? Where does it hurt? Xiaoming doesn't want Sister Yu to be sick..." Hearing Sister Yu say this, Xia Ming became nervous. Sister Yu was his closest relative at home, and she was the only one who cared about him the most. Hearing that Sister Yu was sick, the child naturally became anxious, so he quickly asked.

"Xiaoming, look here." Sister Yu reached up and lifted her skirt, revealing the black underwear she wore underneath. Xia Ming then realized that the thin, triangular underwear Sister Yu usually let him smell was actually what she wore.

"Touch it." Sister Yu pointed to the area between her thighs. Xia Ming obediently reached out and gently touched it a couple of times. It was soft and swollen; when he poked it with his finger, it felt like there was a recessed hole inside.

"Does it feel good?" Sister Yu asked.

"Mmm!" Xia Ming didn't know what it felt like at that moment; he just did as Sister Yu told him to do.

After touching it a few more times, Sister Yu reached down and pulled aside the edge of her underwear, which was now just a slit between her thighs, revealing the true appearance underneath. Yu Jie lay on the sofa, her legs spread apart. Beneath a thick tuft of dark, curly hair at the base of her thighs was a vulva enclosed by two pink labia. The folds of flesh at the entrance trembled provocatively with Yu Jie's rapid breathing, like a budding flower, full of life.

Xia Ming then noticed that Yu Jie's genitals seemed different from his own. He wondered what Yu Jie was going to do, and simply watched her curiously.

"Xiao Ming, Yu Jie is so itchy here, can you help Yu Jie relieve the itch?"

"Okay!" Xia Ming reached out to scratch Yu Jie's itch, but she stopped him.

"Don't use your hands, Xia Ming, use your tongue to help Yu Jie."

"Oh!" Hearing Yu Jie say this, Xia Ming had no choice but to withdraw his hand, turning to the side and burying his head between Yu Jie's legs, his face directly against her private parts as he thrust in. As soon as his head approached, a strong smell assaulted his nostrils. Xia Ming was familiar with this smell; it was the same scent Yu Jie had given him to smell on his underwear during their games, only this time it was stronger and more direct, but still within Xia Ming's tolerance. Xia Ming stuck out his tongue, trying to probe into the small hole. Suddenly, Yu Jie's hands, which were holding her thighs, tightened, pulling open the tight labia of the small opening. The opening gaped open, revealing the bottomless, sacred cavern completely before Xia Ming. The walls of the cavern seemed to be glistening with droplets of liquid, trembling with Yu Jie's movements. Before Xia Ming was prepared, suddenly, someone forcefully pressed down on his head, causing him to lose his balance. His short tongue plunged into the hole, his small mouth almost completely engulfing the opening.

"Xiao Ming, lick it quickly, Sister Yu is so itchy..."

"Ah..." Xia Ming obediently twisted his tongue, which was stuck in the hole. The smell grew stronger, with a salty and astringent taste. It felt very uncomfortable in his mouth. Several times, he felt like he had a gas stuck in his throat and wanted to cough it out. However, Xia Ming's head was pressed down by Sister Yu's crotch, and he couldn't move. He could only breathe through his nose. But every time he breathed, the pungent smell went straight into his nostrils, almost suffocating him. Xia Ming felt very uncomfortable, but he couldn't speak. He could only try to push his tongue deeper into the hole, rubbing it up and down against the hole wall, making a "shush-shush" sound.

"Ah...ah..." Xia Ming's tongue suddenly licked a small protruding fleshy bud above the hole. Sister Yu's body suddenly trembled violently, and she let out a rapid moan. The hand that was holding her thigh suddenly went limp, and her labia closed tightly, trapping Xia Ming's tongue inside.

"Ah...ah...so good, Xiaoming...faster...harder...lick harder..." Sister Yu's voice became incoherent, her body twisting unnaturally. She gripped Xia Ming's hand even tighter, shoving him towards her crotch, making Xia Ming's scalp tingle and his face flush red.

After a while, Xia Ming slowly adapted to the situation. His breathing became smoother, and his tongue became more agile. With each sucking motion, his soft little tongue rhythmically licked and teased around his clitoris like a nimble snake. With each lick, a small stream of liquid seemed to spurt out of his opening, salty and cool. At first, the taste was unpleasant, but over time, Xia Ming found it gradually improved. Soaked in this liquid, Xia Ming felt his oral movements become smoother and more natural.

Finally, after licking for an unknown amount of time, with a "plop," a large gush of liquid gushed out of the hole like a fountain, hitting Xia Ming's face and soaking him. His nose filled with liquid, and he couldn't help but turn his head, breaking free from Yu Jie's restraints, and coughing violently. At this moment, Yu Jie's earlier passion had subsided, and her body had calmed down. One hand covered her lower body, while the other reached inside her clothes, almost tearing off the buttons at her chest.

Yu Jie's lips were slightly parted, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, a blissful expression on her face—an expression that Xia Ming couldn't understand at the time.

"Xiao Ming!"

"Huh?"

"Tired?"

"Yes!"

"Take a good rest. Sister Yu feels so good. Sister Yu wants you to lick Sister Yu like this every day from now on, okay?"

"Okay, okay. As long as Sister Yu is happy, Xiao Ming will lick Sister Yu like this every day from now on."

"Good boy!" Sister Yu reached out and stroked Xia Ming's little head. "This is our little secret. Don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Okay, okay! Xiao Ming won't tell anyone."

"Come on, pinky promise..." The two hands, one big and one small, hooked together...

After that, Sister Yu would take Xia Ming to that small room every few days and have him lick her. Not long after, under Sister Yu's guidance, Xia Ming gave his virginity to Sister Yu. Their relationship lasted for a year. During that year, Xia Ming didn't tell anyone. He thought it was just a private secret that Sister Yu and he had made. A year later, for some reason, his family stopped sending Xia Ming to kindergarten. Xia Ming, who lived at home, resumed his days of spending every day with Sister Yu. Yu Jie would still frequently take him to that small room to continue their little secret, until Xia Ming was sent to America and never saw Yu Jie again.

As time passed, these childhood events gradually faded from Xia Ming's memory. Occasionally, he would recall them briefly, wondering if they had truly happened, or if they were merely his adolescent fantasies. However, the most indelible mark left by his childhood memories was his fetish, particularly for women's underwear and stockings with strong odors. This fetish deepened with age. America is a sexually liberal country, and these things are easily obtained with money. To avoid disrupting his normal life, Xia Ming kept this hobby hidden, never revealing it to anyone.

Until that night, when Yu Jie showed him something, childhood memories flashed through his mind like a movie, completely reviving him.

For the next few days, Xia Ming anxiously observed Yu Jie's reaction to the loss of her underwear. Of course, he wasn't worried about himself, because no one would believe he would steal Sister Yu's underwear. However, Sister Yu didn't seem to notice; none of the servants mentioned it, which reassured her, and she continued with her life as usual.

Afterward, Xia Ming paid even closer attention to Sister Yu's every move. Almost every few days, he would secretly spy on her at night and steal her personal items, such as underwear and stockings, to use as tools for masturbation and to satisfy his desires. Xia Ming understood that as a middle-aged woman, Sister Yu's sexual desires were inevitable; it was just that as an unmarried woman, she couldn't find a partner to satisfy her, and could only pass sleepless nights through masturbation—a cruel prospect for such a natural beauty. Deep down, Xia Ming always hoped to become Sister Yu's partner, but due to his status, he could only bury this thought deep in his heart, unable to voice it.

Until one day…

Chapter 3

As evening fell, after a long day of work,

Xia Ming quickly found his sapphire blue Volvo in the company's underground parking lot. He climbed into the driver's seat and, before even settling in, eagerly inserted the key and started the engine.

He was in such a hurry to get home because there were things he'd been thinking about all day. Six months ago, after stealing Yu Jie's first pair of underwear, Xia Ming's deeply buried voyeuristic and fetishistic tendencies had become like a runaway horse, uncontrollable. Actually, he had already shown signs of these fetishes while in the United States; he enjoyed peeping at women's feet and smelling their clothes. Unlike China, the United States is a sexually liberal society. Such peculiar interests are generally considered a sexual deviation in the eyes of Americans, and as long as they don't cause substantial harm to society, they aren't subject to much condemnation. Furthermore, the highly developed commercial society of the United States offers many products specifically for people with these fetishes, such as women's underwear, SM clubs, and voyeur DVDs, all of which are easily available. Over time, Xia Ming gradually lost interest in these things, or rather, they were repressed deep within him. The incident six months ago reignited Xia Ming's long-hidden desires, and what made it even harder for him to control was that his tastes seemed to be getting increasingly extreme. Now, simple underwear and stockings were no longer enough to satisfy his needs, and he had an increasingly strong craving for things like sanitary napkins.

That afternoon, he made a special trip to Sister Yu's room and found a sanitary napkin stained with semen in her bathroom trash can. Because of an urgent matter at work, he had to leave in a hurry and didn't have time to enjoy it, so he hid the sanitary napkin in his desk drawer, planning to enjoy it properly when he got home that evening. All day long, Xia Ming was single-minded, his mind only on that sanitary napkin, wanting only to get home as soon as possible.

After parking his car at home, forgetting even to take his things, Xia Ming jumped out and rushed upstairs. The servants, seeing his hurried appearance, thought he had an upset stomach and needed to use the toilet urgently.

"Second Young Master, wait!" He had just reached the middle of the stairs when he suddenly heard someone call him from behind. Turning around, he saw a maid standing at the bottom of the stairs, greeting him.

"What is it?" Xia Ming asked irritably.

"Butler Yu said that when she sees you return, you should go see her immediately. She's waiting for you in her room," the servant said respectfully.

"Okay, alright!" Xia Ming felt a little puzzled. Yu Jie was always the one who would come to him when something was wrong; she had never asked him to go see her. However, Xia Ming didn't mind. He no longer considered Yu Jie an outsider. He understood that while he might not be a big deal in this family, Yu Jie's absence could cause chaos. Therefore, he always treated Yu Jie as an elder and family member, to the point that he secretly regarded her as his beloved.

Filled with curiosity, Xia Ming rushed to Yu Jie's door. The door wasn't locked, just a crack. Out of politeness, Xia Ming still knocked.

"Come in!" Yu Jie's voice came from inside. Pushing the door open, he saw Yu Jie sitting on the sofa, a hint of anger on her face.

"Sister Yu, what brings you here?"

"Second Young Master!" Sister Yu saw Xia Ming enter and quickly stood up, giving him a slight bow.

"Come, sit here!" She gestured for Xia Ming to sit on the sofa, then turned to look at him without saying a word.

"This... Sister Yu, what's wrong? Is there something I've done wrong?" Sister Yu's gaze made Xia Ming feel extremely uncomfortable, especially her silent stare, as if he had done something wrong.

"Second Young Master, do you believe me?"

"Of course I believe you!"

"Then you'll tell me the truth?"

"Look at you, of course I will..."

"Are you hiding anything from me?" Sister Yu's eyes were unusually firm.

"You... of course not..." Xia Ming had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

"Second Young Master, how do you explain these things?" Sister Yu took a bag from a drawer under the coffee table and placed it next to Xia Ming. A glance at it sent a chill down Xia Ming's spine. Xia Ming was intimately familiar with the bag and its contents. It contained stockings, underwear, sanitary napkins, and other items he'd been stealing from Sister Yu, accumulating into a large bagful. He'd hidden it deep within his wardrobe, never expecting Sister Yu to find it.

Looking at the bag, he stole another glance at Sister Yu. She was staring intently at him, her brow furrowed, a stark contrast to her usual gentle and approachable demeanor, possessing a captivating allure that made Xia Ming completely mesmerized, almost forgetting his current predicament.

"Second Young Master!" Sister Yu spoke again, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable authority, instantly snapping Xia Ming out of his reverie.

"This… Sister Yu, I…" Xia Ming stammered, at a loss for words, unable to offer any explanation.

"I found these in your wardrobe this afternoon while tidying up for you. I doubt you used them yourself, right? What's your explanation?"

"Sister Yu, I…" Xia Ming was speechless, lowering his head in silence. He hadn't wanted to lie to Sister Yu, especially since he was clearly in the wrong.

"No explanation, so you're admitting it?"

"If I'm not mistaken, all these things inside should be mine. Actually, I discovered these things were mysteriously missing a long time ago. At first, I thought I'd carelessly thrown them away as trash, and later I suspected they were stolen. I've experienced a lot at my age, and I didn't really care about this, but I never imagined it would be you, Second Young Master..." Sister Yu choked up, seemingly unable to say certain things, "Second Young Master, you've disappointed me so much. The Master and Eldest Miss placed such high hopes on you, bringing you back to manage the family affairs. You were the hope of the Xia family, and yet you... you actually did such a despicable thing..."

"If I'm the one who caused you to become like this, how can I face the deceased Master... I..." Sister Yu's eyes welled up with tears, her expression one of utter despair. "I think I can't stay here any longer. Besides, Second Young Master, these dirty things you've been doing in secret are an insult to me. I... I'm submitting my resignation; please allow me to leave." Sister Yu's words astonished Xia Ming. He hadn't expected things to turn out this way. He had initially thought that even if Sister Yu discovered his actions, she would only be angry for a moment and then let it go. After all, he was the mistress of this house, and no matter what, Sister Yu couldn't do anything to him; an apology should be enough. But seeing the resolute look on Sister Yu's face, Xia Ming began to believe she wasn't joking. If Sister Yu left, for this family, for himself... Xia Ming suddenly felt he was in a deadlock.

“Second Young Master, actually I’m quite open-minded. Having these habits isn’t shameful.” Sister Yu said, standing up and looking down at Xia Ming. “I’ve watched you grow up since you were little. Speaking frankly can always resolve things, but I never imagined you would become such a petty thief. I can’t tolerate you becoming like this, and I can’t tolerate making you like this. I’m very disappointed in you, and even more disappointed in myself. I…” Sister Yu said, turning away and covering her face with her tears.

At that moment, Xia Ming made a bold decision.

He jumped up from the sofa, knelt at Sister Yu’s feet, and hugged her legs tightly, pleading, “Sister Yu, please don’t go. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have done this. Please forgive me, please don’t go…”

“Second Young Master, you…” Xia Ming’s action startled Sister Yu, who looked at him in astonishment.

“Sister Yu…Sister Yu…” Xia Ming released his hands from Sister Yu’s legs and kowtowed several times at her feet. “It was my fault, I shouldn’t have done that. But…I can’t leave you, I’ll die without you, I can’t go on living…I…I love you…I love you, Sister Yu…”

"Second Young Master... how could you say such a thing... I..." After finally saying what had been buried in her heart for so long, she immediately felt much more at ease, as if her body and mind had been greatly relieved in an instant. However, Sister Yu was unable to accept it for a moment. In shock, she quickly broke free from Xia Ming and took a step back, almost falling onto the sofa.

“Second Young Master…you’re not joking…how could you say that…”

“Sister Yu.” Xia Ming hurriedly crawled forward a few steps, back to Sister Yu’s feet, and hugged her legs tightly again: “I know you won’t believe me, but I’m telling you the truth. I’ve always wanted to tell you these things, but I didn’t dare. I was afraid you would blame me. Ever since I came back, I’ve realized I’ve fallen in love with you. I feel like I can’t be without you for even a second. As long as I’m with you, I feel happy and blissful. Actually, I don’t want to do this. I’m asking you to accept me, to be your lover, to cherish and love you. But I don’t dare…”

“The reason I stole these things is because you used them. They all carry your scent. I like your scent. I…I’m afraid you’ll blame me…so I can only rely on them to feel close to you. If…if I didn’t have these things, I wouldn’t be able to sleep every night…I’d go crazy if I didn’t think about you…”

“But Second Young Master, I’m just your servant. This is absolutely impossible…”

"It's nothing. As long as you're willing, you're the master of this house. As long as you're willing, I can even be your servant. Please... don't go... please don't leave me... I'll change whatever you ask me to change. I'll do whatever you say. I... I'll chop off my own finger to prove it to you..." Xia Ming was in tears, unable to speak. He didn't know if he was acting or if it was a genuine expression of his feelings. He only felt an indescribable emotion welling up inside him, his blood boiling. He had lost control. As he spoke, he got up and rushed to the table to grab the fruit knife.

"Second Young Master!" Sister Yu cried out and rushed over, grabbing Xia Ming's arm and pulling him back into a tight embrace. That feeling, like a mother's tenderness, instantly calmed the almost frantic Xia Ming, who nestled in her arms like a child.

"Second Young Master, please don't do this, you can't do this..." Sister Yu stroked Xia Ming's head. "I've watched you grow up since you were little, and I've always considered you my child. In terms of age, I could be your mother. You're still young. Perhaps you have feelings for me, or perhaps you only see me as your mother. But in reality, it's absolutely impossible for us. Don't do anything foolish. Please don't bring this up again, okay?"

"But please, please don't leave! Sister Yu, I really can't live without you!" Xia Ming sobbed, tears wetting Sister Yu's shoulder.

"Okay, I won't leave. I'll stay by your side." Sister Yu continued stroking Xia Ming's head, her care like a mother's, making Xia Ming feel a warm current flow through his body, comforting and soothing.

"I love you, that's an undeniable fact, whether you accept it or not. Sister Yu, I love your scent. Every night, smelling it makes me feel so good. Whenever I'm in a bad mood, smelling your underwear calms me down a lot."

"This, Second Young Master, you..." Upon hearing this, Sister Yu's face instantly flushed red, a girlish shyness rising on her cheeks. Xia Ming released his grip on Yu Jie's arms, freeing himself from her embrace, and knelt at her feet once more.

"Between us, there is no master, no servant. If you wish, I can serve you. I can be your servant in any situation. If you wish, I can do anything for you, just like when we were children..." "

Childhood..." Yu Jie paused, but immediately understood Xia Ming's meaning. "You still remember when we were children..."

"Of course I remember. I can continue to be your toy, just like when we were children..."

"Don't say such things. Please remember, you are my master, and only I serve you. I believe you are sincere, but we cannot be together. Also... please don't steal these things anymore, if you want them..."

"You mean..." Yu Jie didn't finish speaking before Xia Ming immediately understood her meaning, shouting excitedly, but then realizing his loss of composure and fearing it would attract the attention of the servants outside, he quickly lowered his voice, "You mean, you are willing... you... you don't blame me anymore?"

"Silly child," Yu Jie softly agreed, continuing to stroke his head, "How could I blame you? I have never blamed you."

"Thank you, Sister Yu... Thank you, Sister Yu..." Another surge of warmth welled up in his heart, as if his hormones had exploded, giving him an urge to shout it to the world. Having lost his parents in infancy, and with his only remaining relative, his grandfather, never offering him any care, and being sent far away at a young age, Xia Ming hadn't thought about what the warmth of family meant for a long time. Although Sister Yu didn't verbally agree, Xia Ming clearly saw in her heart that she had accepted him. The resentment that had been festering in his heart for over a decade instantly vanished. At that moment, Xia Ming bowed heavily, kowtowing to Sister Yu with fierce determination...

Chapter 4

This winter was particularly cold, with the first heavy snowfall occurring at the end of October.

The Ren'ai Orphanage, located on the outskirts of the city, stood alone beside a gloomy forest, exuding a somber atmosphere under the gloomy night sky and amidst the swirling snowflakes. The Xia family ancestor, Xia Mingting, built this orphanage to uphold his principles of benevolence and righteous business practices. Built during a time of great upheaval and social change, with Western learning flourishing, the orphanage's architecture bears a strong European influence. However, the once imposing complex appears somber and desolate in this remote, desolate place, creating a sense of oppression and gloom.

In the orphanage's basement, a dark and damp little room sits empty, devoid of even a light. Only a few rays of light filter through a small, two-meter-high window in the wall, casting a shadow on the ground.

A little girl, not yet ten years old, huddled in a corner, shivering. She wore only a tattered white undershirt, offering little protection from the chilling, icy atmosphere of the room, making her appear even more pitiful. Her face was pale, her lips purple from the cold, yet a resolute expression remained on her face. Her large eyes showed no fear, only resentment and unwavering determination.

"Squeak!" The iron door of the dark room was pulled open, the rusty hinges scraping open with a harsh, grating sound that echoed in the quiet basement, sending a chill down the spine.

A woman in a black suit strode in, her shadow stretched long in the room under the light from outside, like a black serpent extending to the little girl's feet.

"Have you thought it through?" the woman shouted sharply.

The little girl didn't speak, only glancing slightly at the woman. The woman walked up to her, looking down at her. "What did you do wrong? Will you dare to do it again?"

"I didn't do anything wrong!" the little girl said softly.

"Damn it, you've gone too far!"

"They deserved to be beaten!"

"What did you say?"

"They called me a bastard, and anyone who dares to call me that, I'll beat them up." As the little girl spoke, she looked up at the woman, her gaze sharp and menacing, like a dagger, making the woman shiver.

"Hmph! You bastard, aren't you a bastard too?" The woman pulled out a pointer from behind her and swung it twice in the air, making a "whoosh" sound. "What are you, you motherless wretches, if not bastards? You come here and don't behave, you dare to act wildly. So what if I call you a bastard? Let me tell you, not only are you a bastard now, but when you grow up, I'll sell you to the countryside, so you can be a bastard for life, and have a bunch of bastards. Bastard...bastard..." The woman cursed viciously, her pointer lashing out at the girl. With a "whoosh," the thin pointer left a cold white line in the darkness. Instantly, a thin red line appeared on the little girl's bare, white arm. Slowly, the red line became more and more obvious, and blood gushed out like a spring, dripping "drip drip" onto the ground.

"Ah!" The little girl suddenly kicked out fiercely, leaping up and charging headfirst into the woman. The little girl's large head slammed into the woman's stomach, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. Seeing the woman fall, the little girl lunged forward, pounced on the woman, and grabbed her neck with both hands, biting down hard on her ear.

"Ah!" The woman screamed in pain, her ear bitten tightly, but she dared not move too much. The harder she moved, the tighter the little girl bit.

"Help! Help!" the woman screamed desperately. Two men standing outside the door rushed in, grabbing the little girl off the woman. But no matter how hard they pulled, the little girl wouldn't let go, biting down hard, causing the woman to convulse and scream repeatedly.

Seeing that pulling by hand was ineffective, the two men immediately pulled out their teaching canes and lashed the girl repeatedly. This continued for several minutes until the girl finally gave in to the pain. The woman on the ground immediately pushed the little girl away with all her might, sending her flying several meters away until she crashed heavily to the ground.

A large gash had been bitten into her right ear, blood gushing out and staining half her face

red. Her already ferocious face, now stained with blood, looked even more terrifying in the darkness.

The girl tried to get up and lunge at the woman again, but a man nearby, seeing this, swiftly raised his foot and kicked the girl hard in the shoulder. "Ah!" The girl screamed in pain, knocked to the ground again. The force of the kick sent her rolling several times before she finally stopped in a corner, too weak to get up.

"Beat her! Beat her to death! Kill this bastard! Beat her..." the woman screamed hysterically, directing her two henchmen to subject the frail little girl to horrific torture. A few minutes later, the little girl, covered in blood, lay exhausted on the icy stone floor, motionless, only wisps of white steam rising from her nostrils.

"You bastard..." the woman continued to curse, "Lock her up for another two months, until she behaves herself..."

"Bang!" A loud crash echoed as the iron door slammed shut again. With the clanking of chains against the door and the receding footsteps of three people, the basement fell into a deathly silence once more. Only the dying little girl remained lying in the darkness...

Sister Yu had become an inseparable part of Xia Ming's life, the anchor of his soul. Although he no longer needed to hide his unusual fetishes from Sister Yu—she would readily give him her worn and used personal items to enjoy as he pleased—their intimacy remained limited to this. Sister Yu would only allow Xia Ming to stand at a distance and watch her masturbate, at most letting him approach to smell the scent of her genitals after masturbation, but she never allowed him much physical contact, let alone sex.

To achieve greater intimacy with Sister Yu, Xia Ming went to great lengths, becoming completely obedient and subservient to her. He, who was originally the master, was now more like a loyal servant in front of Sister Yu. As time went on, their strange and ambiguous relationship became obvious to all the servants, but no one dared to say anything.

After winter, due to his busy work schedule, Xia Ming, whose health was already poor, suddenly fell ill with a cold and was bedridden for over a month before slowly recovering. Although he no longer had to lie in bed all day, his mental state was still far from what it used to be. Of course, all of this was thanks to Sister Yu's meticulous care every day.

That morning, after signing several documents sent from the company while lying in bed and taking a walk in the garden to regain his strength, Xia Ming heard someone calling him upstairs. Looking up, he saw Sister Yu standing on his balcony, waving at him.

"Xiao Ming, come up quickly, it's time to take your medicine!"

"Okay, coming!" He ran upstairs and into his room. Sister Yu was tidying up his bed, and two small porcelain bowls were on the table. Seeing Xia Ming enter the room, Sister Yu put down what she was holding and returned to the table. "Come here, it's time to drink your medicine!" She lifted the lid of one of the porcelain bowls, and a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine instantly filled the room. "Sister Yu, I don't want to drink it."

"No, you must drink it! You'll only get better if you drink it!" Sister Yu's tone was stern and brooked no refusal.

"No, this medicine doesn't taste good at all." In front of Sister Yu, Xia Ming always unconsciously acted like a child, not because the medicine tasted bad. After falling ill, Xia Ming started taking Western medicine. After a while, Sister Yu worried about the strong side effects and decided to have him switch to traditional Chinese medicine. This medicine tasted strange; it seemed to have a faint herbal aroma, but it was salty and astringent, with a very strong fishy smell. Drinking it made him feel hot all over and unusually excited. At first, he found it very uncomfortable, but over time, Xia Ming felt a kind of addiction and slowly grew to like the taste. He said this only to find an opportunity to act spoiled with Sister Yu and satisfy his childlike nature in front of her.

"You have to drink it no matter how bad it tastes!" With that, Sister Yu picked up the medicine bowl from the table and held it to Xia Ming's lips. Xia Ming nodded, took the bowl, and downed it in one gulp. The strong medicinal effect instantly surged through Xia Ming's body, a rush of heat to his brain instantly dispelling the chill that had been lingering in his body. His previously drowsy state cleared considerably.

"Good boy!" Sister Yu pulled a tissue from the box on the table and wiped the medicine stains from Xia Ming's lips. Xia Ming quickly grabbed Sister Yu's hand and kissed it several times.

"You naughty child!" Sister Yu pulled her hand back, pretending to be angry as she raised her hand to hit him, but seeing Xia Ming's cheerful, childlike smile, she ultimately lowered her hand.

"Oh, by the way, I asked the doctor, and he said you're recovering now and should eat more nourishing foods. I specially asked someone to make you some tonic soup; drink it while it's hot."

"I want you to feed me!"

"You silly child, I just can't do anything with you!" Sister Yu smiled at Xia Ming, reached out and picked up a spoon, stirred the soup a few times, scooped out a spoonful, gently blew on it to dissipate the heat, and then slowly brought it to Xia Ming's lips. Her elegant movements and charming posture were full of maternal tenderness, captivating Xia Ming completely. He didn't even notice the soup was already at his lips, still staring intently at Sister Yu.

"What's wrong? Drink it!" Seeing that Xia Ming hadn't reacted for a while, Sister Yu quickly reminded him, which brought him back from his daze. But Xia Ming still didn't respond, not moving his mouth for a long time. Reaching the spoon so close to his mouth, she had to urge him again, "What are you daydreaming about? Drink it quickly, or it'll get cold."

"Don't feed me like that!"

"Then how do you want me to feed you?"

"I want you... to feed me with your mouth..." Xia Ming replied listlessly. Actually, he had already planned this from the beginning. How could he let go of such a rare opportunity? So he decisively said, "Sister Yu, I don't want this tonic soup. Only the soup in your mouth is the most nourishing." His words made Sister Yu pause for a moment, but looking at Xia Ming's focused expression, she guessed what he was thinking. So she smiled calmly, "You want to drink the soup in my mouth?"

"Yes!"

"Drinking the soup in my mouth comes at a price!"

"Sister Yu, just tell me what you want. As long as I have it, I'll definitely give it to you!"

"Very good! Hehe! No rush, take your time, good boy! Be a good boy, I'll tell you what you need slowly..." Sister Yu smiled sweetly, her face like a peach blossom, murmuring as she reached out and picked up the porcelain bowl on the table, bringing it to her lips. Her red lips touched the rim of the bowl, her jade hand slightly raised, and she took a big

gulp of soup. Sister Yu's cheeks puffed out, and she made a "glug glug" sound as she forcefully rinsed the soup in her mouth. Although only the sound was heard, one could already imagine the soup churning inside Sister Yu's mouth. Imagining the soup and Sister Yu's saliva mingling, Xia Ming's mouth immediately filled with saliva, which surged uncontrollably upwards, instantly filling his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow it down hard, but he had already unconsciously opened his lips, tilted his head slightly, and waited expectantly for Sister Yu to spit the soup into his mouth.

Yu Jie, her cheeks flushed, slowly moved above Xia Ming's face, her lips slightly parted, and a small stream of soup gushed from them. Just as it was about to flow down, a "swish" sound was heard, and Yu Jie washed it back into her mouth. This repeated several times, making Xia Ming's heart ache with unbearable thirst. His mouth involuntarily opened wide, and he breathed heavily from his throat. Yu Jie didn't give him what he wanted immediately, but endlessly tempted him. Her jade-like hands gently caressed his face, her eyes sparkling with alluring light.

Just as Xia Ming was about to lose control, suddenly, Yu Jie gently turned her head, quickly moving it to Xia Ming's right cheek. Her lips, which had been slightly parted, suddenly parted, and the soup, now mixed with saliva, poured out like water from a burst dam, splashing onto Xia Ming's right cheek and flowing down his face to the ground.

Xia Ming hadn't expected this. His mind went completely blank, but his body seemed to be moving out of control, following the flow of the soup and collapsing to the ground. The soup landed right on Sister Yu's high heels, the previously dusty surface now gleaming with a glossy black leather sheen after being washed by the oily soup. Like a ravenous dog pouncing on its prey, Xia Ming lunged at Sister Yu's feet. "Swish...swish..." His lips gripped the shoe's surface tightly, his tongue nimbly sweeping across it, like a human vacuum cleaner, sucking up every last drop of soup. Soon, the shoe was clean, and he immediately turned to the ground, continuing to search for any remaining soup.

"Hehe...haha..." Looking at Xia Ming, who was like a starving dog at her feet, Sister Yu couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. Suddenly, Sister Yu lifted the porcelain bowl on the table, tilted her hands, and the remaining soup poured down like a waterfall, completely over Xia Ming's head, splashing water that quickly formed a puddle on the ground.

Seeing the soup splattered on the ground, Xia Ming's heart burned like fire. His body was no longer under his control; he lunged forward, his face almost completely pressed against the ground, his lips moving as fast as he could to shovel the soup from his mouth.

Suddenly, Xia Ming felt a sharp pain in his head, as if something hard was pressing against the top of his head, a thin, hard object piercing his crown. Xia Ming instinctively tried to turn his head to free himself from the hard object, but the harder he moved, the harder object tightened its grip, as if trying to nail his head firmly to the ground.

Slowly, the hard object on his head began to loosen, the thin object slowly sliding down his ear to Xia Ming's face, then suddenly, with another forceful movement, slamming Xia Ming's face to the ground. Only then did Xia Ming realize that it was Sister Yu's foot pressing on his face, and the hard object was the heel of Sister Yu's high-heeled shoe.

"Sister Yu! It hurts!" Sister Yu pressed harder, causing Xia Ming to beg for mercy.

"Xiaoming, you promised me you'd listen to me, right?"

"Yes, Sister Yu, I'll listen to you. Be gentle, it hurts..."

"Does it hurt? Hehe! This is just the beginning. Sister Yu will be gentler with you in the future..." Sister Yu completely released her foot from Xia Ming's head and stepped back onto the ground. Xia Ming watched as the foot gently twisted, freeing itself from the shoe, and swung in front of him a few times. Suddenly, it stomped down hard on Xia Ming's face.

Xia Ming instinctively closed his eyes to avoid this sudden danger. He only heard a soft "smack" beside his ear, but felt nothing on his face. Realizing there was no danger, Xia Ming slowly opened his eyes. It turned out that Sister Yu's foot had brushed against his face and landed on the ground near his ear. The thin stockings that clung tightly to Sister Yu's foot were already wet with liquid, the wet areas darkening in color, like speckles that contrasted sharply with the original color of the stockings.

"Come on, drink! Didn't you want to drink? Drink all the stuff on my feet..." Xia Ming didn't think twice. He flipped over, straightened his posture, and knelt at Sister Yu's feet. He buried his face in her stockinged feet, his mouth tightly engulfing her mouth...

"Sister Yu, I want it, I can't take it anymore, give it to me... give it to me, please..." Xia Ming's naked genitals were already swollen terribly, a surge of heat gathering inside him as if it were about to burst. He gripped his hard, steel-like penis tightly with one hand and rubbed it vigorously, his body trembling involuntarily.

"Don't rush, you've always been mine, haven't you? Take your time... I'll slowly give you everything you want..." A soft, gentle voice lingered in Xia Ming's ears, and he felt a warm, moist fragrance travel along his ear canal straight to his brain. "Come on... slowly enjoy the gift I'm giving you..."

"Clap! Clap!" Two crisp, loud claps rang out. "Creak," the door opened, and a naked beauty gracefully entered, a mysterious and ambiguous smile on her face as she walked towards Xia Ming.

The beauty's snow-white face appeared delicate and pink against her long, black hair that reached her waist. She was tall and slender, with a curvaceous figure. A thin, almost transparent silk dress perfectly showcased her firm breasts and slender waist. Especially striking were her long, slender, white legs adorned with ten-centimeter stiletto heels, which added to her noble and alluring appearance.

The beauty knelt down beside Xia Ming. Her hand gradually moved to Xia Ming's crotch, gently tracing his thighs. The pleasure emanating from between his thighs made him naturally spread his legs. Her delicate hands slowly stroked his gradually swelling penis. After a while, the pleasure intensified, and his penis swelled to its full size. The beautiful woman leaned down, licking and caressing Xia Ming's legs with both hands, her eyes fixed on his penis with a seductive gaze.

The intense pleasure made him gradually loosen his legs, naturally responding to her movements and matching her lips. She took Xia Ming's entire penis into her mouth in one breath, her small face pressed against his massive member. She pressed her lips firmly against Xia Ming's penis, deeply sucking the glans in her throat. Next, her hands began to move towards Xia Ming's anus, holding him tightly and exposing his anus to the air. She quickly moved behind Xia Ming, squatted between his legs, bent her body sharply, lifted his buttocks with both hands, and took his scrotum into her mouth, slowly sucking on it. The teasing of her tongue made Xia Ming's penis incredibly erect. Her right hand caressed Xia Ming's penis, easing the engorged shaft slightly. A moment later, she crawled between his legs to face him, her adoring expression captivating him. She skillfully used her tongue to tease and lightly touch the edge of his glans, suppressing his urge to ejaculate with gentle licking instead of taking the whole thing in. Then, she took his penis into her mouth from the side, licking the glans with her tongue, her large eyes casting a seductive glance at him. The beautiful woman opened her mouth wide, rubbing her lips up and down against the side of Xia Ming's penis, the pressure of the friction and licking just right, intensifying his pleasure. After taking his penis into her mouth, she licked and sucked forcefully, almost causing him to ejaculate directly in her mouth several times. Immediately, the beautiful woman sensed something, gently withdrawing her mouth from his penis, resting for 10 seconds, and then continuing to lick from the base of Xia Ming's testicles upwards to the tip of his glans with her nimble tongue. The beautiful woman grasped Xia Ming's penis in her hand, gently licking his testicles with her tongue until they were completely moistened with saliva. Then she took them all into her mouth, her gentle hands smoothing his pubic hair, and intermittently pressing on the area between his testicles and anus. The erect penis brought a look of joy to the woman's eyes.

The beautiful woman continued to hold the penis deep inside her mouth, her lips tightly wrapped around the shaft. Then she opened her mouth, inhaling air while slowly moving her mouth towards the glans. At this moment, she opened her mouth again, slowly exhaling air while gradually bringing her mouth to the base of the penis. As she inhaled, her penis felt a slight coolness; as she exhaled, the heat made it incredibly aroused. The repeated movements made Xia Ming's penis bounce and throb.

Finally, Xia Ming could no longer hold back; a surge of heat rapidly gathered in his lower body, erupting with the force of a bursting tide. White semen shot out like a cannonball, hitting the woman's lips, eyelids, face, and hair. The beautiful woman smiled slightly, a triumphant and victorious smile. After trembling uncontrollably, Xia Ming's penis gradually calmed down…

“Ah…ah…” Xia Ming groaned incessantly. After the pleasure subsided, his body slowly returned to calm, and his hazy eyes gradually cleared. Xia Ming was astonished to find that the stunning beauty he had just shared a passionate encounter with suddenly blurred, her body seemingly dissipating like smoke. Her once clear form was instantly shrouded in mist. Xia Ming instinctively reached out to pull her, only to feel a chill instantly spread from his fingertips throughout his body. The mist quickly dissipated at the touch of his outstretched hands, vanishing into thin air along with the beauty's silhouette.

"Ah!" Xia Ming screamed, his eyes snapping open. There was nothing before him—no smoke, no beauty. He was sitting on the sofa, feeling only a chill in his groin. Looking down, he saw his pants were open, his exposed penis tightly gripped by Yu Jie sitting beside him, her jade-like hand covered in a layer of white, sticky substance.

It had all been a dream. (Chapter 5,

May 22 ) More than half a year had passed. Since his serious illness, Xia Ming's health had been poor. He was often mentally scattered and unable to concentrate, becoming breathless after only a short time of exercise. He had been relying on the medication Yu Jie gave him to keep going. That day, Xia Ming returned from the company and immediately went to Yu Jie's room after putting down his things. This had almost become the first thing he did every day when he got home. Sure enough, Yu Jie was sitting lazily on the sofa watching TV. "Yu Jie, I'm home!" Xia Ming walked into the room and crawled to Yu Jie from several meters away, snuggling up to her feet and rubbing his face affectionately against her legs. Yu Jie hadn't stipulated that he had to do this, but Xia Ming felt that he should express his love for Yu Jie through any action or behavior, so he came up with this method. At first, Yu Jie found it hard to accept, but she gradually got used to it, and now it had almost become a private ritual between them. "Good boy!" Yu Jie didn't turn her head, her eyes still fixed on the TV screen, and habitually placed one hand on Xia Ming's head, gently stroking it. "Was work tiring today?" "It was okay, nothing special, I signed a contract, and that was about it..." Xia Ming gave Yu Jie a detailed report of what he had done at the company that day, which was also something he did every day, although Xia Ming didn't know why Yu Jie wanted him to do it. "Hmm!" Sister Yu listened patiently to Xia Ming's report. "Are you feeling alright?" "I'm fine, much better lately!" "That's good. The medicine is ready, it's over there, go drink it yourself!" Sister Yu pointed to the table, where a small bowl of medicine was placed. "You still have to drink it? I'm already much better... Can't I not drink it...?" "No, you must drink it!" Sister Yu glared sternly at Xia Ming. She was very strict with him about drinking medicine, leaving no room for negotiation. "You're not fully recovered yet, you must drink it. This medicine was prepared for you by a famous doctor, go drink it now!" "Oh! Okay!" Xia Ming obediently got up and walked to the table, picked up the bowl of medicine but didn't drink it. He just sat back down next to Sister Yu, mischievously blinking at her. "What's wrong? What mischievous idea are you thinking of now?" Sister Yu said irritably. "Sister Yu, look how awful this medicine tastes, I really don't like it, what do you think..." "Hmph! You brat!" Sister Yu immediately understood what he meant, raising her hand as if to hit him angrily, but only lightly patting his face twice. "Give it to me!" "Okay!" Xia Ming suddenly became interested and immediately brought the medicine bowl to Sister Yu's lips. Sister Yu moved her head above the bowl, her cheeks puffed out slightly, and with a "slurp," her throat rose and fell slightly, and a stream of thick white saliva flowed from her slightly parted lips. The saliva slowly dripped down, hanging in mid-air, like a fragile egg suspended on a thin thread, swaying slightly. Suddenly, the thread snapped, and the saliva fell into the thick black medicine with a "plop," splashing slightly before quickly disappearing into the medicine. "Is it ready now? Drink it quickly!" "Okay!" Xia Ming picked up the medicine bowl, brought it to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp. "Hehe, thanks, Sister Yu!" After finishing his medicine, Xia Ming mischievously touched his mouth and grinned foolishly! "You naughty child!" Sister Yu was also amused by him and chuckled. "Oh, right, this is for you!" Sister Yu suddenly said. "Huh?" Xia Ming turned around and saw Sister Yu take a small item out of her bag and hand it to him. Xia Ming reached out and took it; it was a small yellow cloth bag with delicate embroidery on the surface and black silk thread embroidered around the edges, held up by a red ribbon. "What's this?" Xia Ming asked, puzzled. "I went to the temple today and got you a talisman. It can protect you and bring you health. Wear it quickly!" "Will it work?" Xia Ming had lived abroad since childhood and didn't believe in such things, so he was inevitably a little resistant. "Pah! You can't say that, you're so outspoken! Buddha, please forgive me! Buddha, please forgive me!" Sister Yu quickly covered Xia Ming's mouth with her hand, muttering to herself, "You're not allowed to say such disrespectful things again. Wear it now!" "Oh, okay! Thank you, Sister Yu!" Since Sister Yu had helped him get it, he happily put it around his neck. "Hmm! By the way, your sister called me today." "Sister? Is she alright? Why didn't she call me directly?" Hearing this, Xia Ming remembered his sister whom he hadn't contacted in a long time and quickly asked. “She said she called you today, but the phone wasn’t working.” “Not working?” Xia Ming thought for a moment before remembering that during the company meeting today, everyone was required to turn off their phones, and he was the first to do so as an example. His sister probably called then. “What did she say?” “She said she’s doing well. She’s currently running a mining business in Africa. The signal is weak there, and calls often don’t go through. She told you not to worry too much. She asked me to help you if needed.” “Oh, no wonder I couldn’t get through to her the last two times I called!” Xia Ming muttered. “Speaking of which, I remember now. The winter solstice is coming soon, and the Xia family visits the Ren’ai Orphanage every three years to comfort the children there.” “Ren’ai Orphanage?” Xia Ming knew that this was also a business that the Xia family had run for generations. “Yes, you might not know this since you left home at a young age, but the Xia family visits and comforts orphans every winter solstice. This tradition has been passed down for generations without interruption. Now that you are the head of the Xia family, this is something you should do.” “Oh! Okay! Sister Yu, you can come with me. I don’t know anything about it anyway.” “I’m not going!” “Why? I want you to come with me!” Xia Ming pleaded. “I have a lot of things to do here, and besides, I’m not a member of your Xia family. This is something only the head of the family can do personally. I’ll arrange everything for you. Just go and do as the headmaster tells you to do, okay?” “Oh! Okay!” Xia Ming didn’t insist any further.

On the winter solstice, Sister Yu had already prepared all the gifts Xia Ming needed to bring, filling a whole car. Early in the morning, after reminding Xia Ming of some things to be careful about, she put him in the car, and the driver took him to the Ren'ai Orphanage. The Ren'ai Orphanage was located more than 30 kilometers north of the city center, nestled at the foot of a small hill, which was also Xia Ming's family's ancestral property. The car wound its way for over an hour after leaving the Xia family residence, passing through a grove of trees before finally seeing an ancient brick and stone building standing in the wilderness. The building had a strong Baroque style, with spires, columns, and iron gates, which complemented the desolate atmosphere, making it appear even more lonely and somber, giving Xia Ming an invisible sense of oppression from afar. Although the building looked dilapidated due to years of neglect, its imposing presence still revealed the wealth and grandeur of the Xia family in its heyday.

The car slowly passed through two open iron gates and entered the courtyard. Through the window, a young woman who looked to be in her early thirties was seen, followed by about twenty people who were already waiting in the courtyard. Clearly, the young woman was the director of the orphanage.

The car stopped in the courtyard, and the director quickly walked over to open the car door for Xia Ming.

"Second Young Master, welcome!"

"You must be Director Guo?" Xia Ming shook her hand. Sister Yu had already told Xia Ming about the director's name and the orphanage's general situation.

"Yes, we knew you were coming today, Second Young Master, and we prepared everything for you. Is this your first time visiting our orphanage?"

"I heard that I came once with my grandfather when I was still an infant, but I definitely don't remember it. Actually, this is probably my first time too!"

"These are our orphanage staff." The director introduced the people standing behind her to Xia Ming one by one. Most of them were middle-aged women in their thirties, about twenty in number. Xia Ming shook hands with them all, and then the director led him on a tour of the orphanage.

The orphanage was built in 1886, a time of national crisis, widespread poverty, and hardship. As the saying goes, the fate of the nation and the world are intertwined; the once illustrious Xia family, after a century of trials, had become weak and insignificant, barely able to maintain a few acres of land, no different from any other ordinary family. Thirty years earlier, Xia Mingting, then 19, was a decisive and insightful man. His family had fallen on hard times, and facing imminent starvation, he pooled his money and, with a few companions, went to Southeast Asia. From working as a laborer in a rubber plantation to running a ship, even becoming a pirate, and later working as a clerk in a foreign bank, Xia Mingting, through the characteristic diligence and wisdom of the Chinese, rose from a lowly laborer in Southeast Asia to become a renowned Chinese tycoon. Despite his wealth, he did not forget the hardships of the nation. Gradually influenced by Western thought, Xia Mingting began to understand the changing times and resolutely decided to return to China to dedicate himself to Westernization. He developed deep connections with some of the most influential figures who would later shape China's destiny for the next century.

On the winter solstice of 1886, the Xia Family Benevolent Charity Association was officially established, and the orphanage began to house orphans. Every three years on that day, Xia Mingting would personally visit the orphanage to offer his condolences and support, a tradition that continues to this day.

"Our orphanage currently houses 130 orphans, all abandoned by their parents or orphaned. We have complete learning and living facilities, allowing the children to complete their education up to junior high school. Anyone willing can adopt one of these children after completing some procedures."

"Look, this is the classroom; the children study here." The director showed Xia Mingting the classroom. The classroom was somewhat dilapidated and dimly lit, but the equipment was relatively complete, with desks, blackboards, televisions, projectors, and more. It wasn't class time, so the classroom was empty. Xia Mingting glanced inside and left.

"Where does the academy's funding mainly come from? Is it sufficient?"

"Our academy's funding mainly comes from your family's business, Second Young Master. In addition, we also run some small businesses ourselves, and we can also raise some funds through public fundraising, so the funding is relatively sufficient. Every year, we report our expenditures and budget to Butler Yu."

"Sister Yu?" Xia Ming asked, puzzled, "She's involved in the management here too?"

"Yes, Second Young Master, didn't you know?"

"Why?"

"Eight years ago, the Master appointed Butler Yu as the main person in charge of our academy. We have to report all matters, big and small, to Butler Yu regularly. Apart from some daily affairs, some major decisions that we cannot make on our own require Butler Yu's approval." "

Actually, since Butler Yu took over, our academy has changed a lot. Eight years ago, our academy was almost bankrupt, and we owe everything we have today to Butler Yu. Over the years, she has truly put in a lot of effort for our academy." The director followed behind Xia Ming, praising Sister Yu many times.

"Hmm! What's that place?"

"That's the children's dormitory." The director pointed to a row of corridors ahead.

Xia Ming went to visit the dormitory. There were many rooms, none of which were very large, about ten square meters in size. The facilities inside were quite basic. There were two rows of double-decker steel-framed beds against the wall, a long table and a few chairs in the middle, and some of the children's daily necessities were also piled up.

"How many people live in this room?"

"Eight people!"

"Eight?" Xia Ming found it unbelievable. He had always lived a pampered life, and even when he lived abroad, he was used to single rooms. It was hard for him to imagine what it would be like for eight people to live in such a small room. "How can they live in such a small space? They are all children. How can we let them live in such a crowded place?"

"You can rest assured, Second Young Master. We have a communal living system here, using a fully enclosed, military-style management. We have strict and meticulous management of the children's clothing, food, housing, transportation, and studies. The children's lives must be conducted according to the rules and regulations. So although our conditions are not very good, they are still very regular and will not have a significant impact on the children's lives."

"Moreover..." The dean hesitated, "Moreover what?"

"Our current practices are all required by Butler Yu, and these rules and regulations in the academy were also personally formulated by Butler Yu back then."

"Oh! I see... By the way, I haven't seen any children after looking for so long?"

"It's like this, since you were coming today, we specially arranged for the children to greet you in the auditorium."

"Let's go take a look!" The group walked through an open-air corridor, followed a winding path for a short distance, and arrived at a large wooden door. "This is the auditorium," the dean said, pushing open the door. Stepping into the auditorium, it opened up to reveal a spacious interior, about three or four hundred square meters in size. A large lamp illuminated the room, and about a hundred children stood silently in a neat square formation.

"Hello, Second Young Master!" Upon seeing them enter, the children shouted in unison, bowing respectfully. Their tender voices echoed in the auditorium for a long time before fading away.

"Hello!" Xia Ming responded loudly. Looking at the delicate, fair-skinned children, Xia Ming suddenly felt a strange emotion welling up inside him. He recalled his own childhood, how his parents had died early, and how his grandfather was too busy with his business to care for him. If it weren't for Sister Yu, he would have lived a lonely and desolate life just like these children. After going to America at the age of seven, although he lacked nothing in terms of food and clothing, without Sister Yu's motherly care, how was he any different from the others? A wave of sorrow washed over him, and Xia Ming, unable to conceal his bitterness, hastily arranged for the children to receive the gifts he had brought before leaving, without bothering to talk to them.

It wasn't until 2 PM, when the entire trip was finished and it was time to leave, that the director led Xia Ming through a side hall and outwards. Passing through a dark stone door, a sudden chill emanated from within, causing Xia Ming to shiver and unconsciously draw his attention to the stone door.

"Where is this place?" Xia Ming stepped through the stone door and peered inside. With the help of the outside light, he could see a stone staircase leading downwards. Because of the darkness, the staircase seemed almost bottomless, and a chill emanated from the darkness below.

"This is the basement," the dean quickly explained.

"Come on, take me to see it."

"This… Second Young Master, it's been a long time since anyone went down there. It's damp and dirty, you see…" the dean seemed hesitant.

"It's alright, let's go down and take a look!" For some reason, Xia Ming was intrigued by the basement. Before the dean could agree, he took out his phone and, using its faint light, leaned down the stairs. The dean and his entourage had no choice but to follow.

At the bottom, they passed through another stone door—an iron door dangling to one side, seemingly unclosed for a long time, its bolt covered in rust. Inside the stone door was a narrow passageway with two rows of rooms on either side. Soon, the lights downstairs were turned on, but the light was very dim, only revealing the general outline of the basement. Walking a few steps further in, one could see that the doors to the rooms were all open, like gaping mouths spewing out black smoke.

"What are these places?"

"This is the storage room," the director explained. "It used to be where we stored grain and other items, but it's abandoned now; no one has been here for a long time."

"Hmm!" Xia Ming probed a few more steps and suddenly noticed a room different from the others. It was locked with an iron door secured by a large padlock. There was a square viewing window on the door, with a metal plaque above it that read "b105." Xia Ming walked in and looked through the viewing window; it was pitch black inside, completely devoid of any light.

"What is this place? Why is it locked?"

"It's the same as the other places; there's nothing inside..." Xia Ming's question caused a barely perceptible fear to flash in the eyes of everyone present. Because of the darkness, Xia Ming couldn't see any difference in their expressions, but continued to ask, "Then why is the door locked? Open it so I can see!"

"This..." The director seemed very embarrassed, "Second Young Master... this is probably..."

"What? Is there something you're hiding that you shouldn't see?"

"No, no, no... how could that be, Second Young Master? Actually, it's not that we don't want to open it, we just don't have the key."

"You don't have the key? That's ridiculous! You're the director here!"

"That's true." The director looked embarrassed, "There's only one key to this room, kept by Butler Yu. It's said that some unpleasant things happened here, and Butler Yu said it was bad luck, so he had it locked. We don't have the key either. If you really want to see, you can go to Butler Yu for the key, so..."

"Unpleasant things? What were they?"

"This... Second Young Master, Butler Yu instructed that it shouldn't be told, so..." "

What? You can't even tell me, the Second Young Master?"

"This... no, no... Second Young Master, that's not what we meant..."

"Never mind, I'll ask Sister Yu another day!" Xia Ming knew that asking any further wouldn't get him any answers. Since it was Sister Yu who gave the order, there was no need to take it out on them and make a fool of himself. He simply changed the subject and left the basement.

Chapter 6

The desolate wilderness was utterly lonely, shrouded in darkness under the oppressive night sky. Only a few faint rays of moonlight peeked through the thick black clouds, bringing a sliver of light to the eerie wasteland. However, against the backdrop of the deathly darkness around them, it only amplified the layers of terror and chill, making it almost impossible to breathe. A strong wind swept through the layers of wild grass, making a "whooshing" sound, startling the wild birds hiding in the grass. They flew into the night sky with terrifying cries.

Suddenly, a few lights appeared in the distance. The lights grew closer and closer, and it turned out that several people were running towards them with flashlights. Leading the pack was a middle-aged woman, around forty years old, overweight with a fleshy face. Several men behind her seemed to obey her every command, closely following her as she peered through the undergrowth.

"Look at this!" one man suddenly exclaimed, as if he'd discovered something, immediately drawing the attention of the others. Several beams of flashlight shone in the direction he pointed, focusing on a single point. Unlike the surrounding dense grass, several patches of grass in that corner had been broken, clearly indicating human intervention. However, due to its secluded location, the marks were less noticeable and difficult to spot without careful observation.

"It must be here. Chase after it!" the woman commanded. The men quickly probed forward, but in the nearly waist-high weeds, apart from the sharp, sickle-like ferns, they couldn't see anything. They tried to take a few more steps, quickly getting cuts on their faces from the weeds. Enraged, the woman ordered the men to cut down the weeds in front of them and continue. Several men, using knives and sticks, struggled to push aside a clump of grass, only to have a large swath of wild grass immediately engulf them like a mountain. After working for most of the day and seeing that they could barely move forward, the woman, cursing, lashed the grass a few times with her pointer and led the group away.

"What do we do? Should we chase after them?"

"Are you stupid! How can we get in?" The woman walked back to the clump of grass, glanced at it, and angrily kicked the weeds. "We can't even get in, let alone that bastard."

"Chase them that way!" With that, the group ran off in another direction.

As soon as they left, the grassland quickly returned to its desolate state. After a while, a few faint rustling sounds came from the corner beneath the grass that had been cut down. But the sounds quickly stopped, and the grass returned to its previous stillness. After a while, the sound resumed, as if some small animal was moving around inside.

A few minutes later, a small opening appeared in the previously dense thicket of weeds, and something white emerged, tentatively waving a few times in the more spacious area outside, before immediately retracting. After a long while, when there was no more movement outside, the white thing emerged again, landing on the ground. In the dim moonlight, it was revealed to be a tiny human hand. The exposed parts of the hand were cut by the weeds, yet it still clung tenaciously to whatever it could find on the ground. Soon, another small hand emerged, followed by a little girl's pale face appearing at the opening in the weeds. Then her entire body emerged from the weeds, slowly crawling out. A gust of

wind blew, lifting the little girl's tattered white dress, revealing her almost bloodless skin covered in layers of wounds, new and old, a truly gruesome sight. The cold wind made the little girl shiver several times. Unable to bear the cold any longer, she squatted on the ground, curling up into a ball and shivering. Only when the wind subsided did she get up, still huddled up with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She cautiously looked around, making sure there was no danger, before running in the opposite direction from where the others had gone.

Soon, her small figure disappeared into the night.

In a room with a dim light, a woman covered in blood lay on a bed. A doctor-like figure was treating and bandaging her wounds. The female hospital director stood silently to the side, coldly watching them, her face grave and somber.

"How is she?" After a long while, the director finally asked in a low voice.

"Thankfully, there's no danger to his life, and it didn't hit any vital organs." The doctor took a thin, long metal object from the steel basin held by the nurse next to him and showed it to the hospital director. The metal object still had traces of blood on it, clearly taken from the body of the person on the bed. "This is the handle of a spoon. Look, it's been sharpened to such a point; it's obviously meant to kill someone."

“She was lucky,” the doctor said, pointing to the injured woman. “If it had been just a fraction off, it would have pierced her heart.”

“Hmm!” the hospital director responded thoughtfully.

“What exactly happened?” the director asked the injured woman on the bed. She had regained consciousness after the doctor’s emergency treatment, her face deathly pale, clearly indicating that the attack had caused her considerable harm. Although weak, she could still answer in a soft voice: “As you instructed, I starved her for three days. I was planning to bring her some food tonight, but when I opened the door and went in, she suddenly appeared out of nowhere and hit me on the head with a brick. I passed out immediately…”

“A brick? Where did the brick come from?”

“I had someone check. A piece was pried out of the corner of the wall. I guess it was pried out with that spoon,” a woman nearby replied.

“She was probably stabbed in the chest while unconscious,” the doctor continued. “It’s probably because it was too dark to see clearly, so she wasn’t hit in a vital area. But the force was deliberate, clearly intended to kill her…” the doctor said, shaking his head and sighing.

"Has it gotten out?"

"It's alright, no one else knows."

"It must be kept strictly confidential. If this gets out, it'll be a disaster."

"Send more people. We must bring that bastard back to me. Damn it, I'll cut her flesh off piece by piece..." the dean said fiercely, subconsciously touching the newly healed wound on his right ear.

That night, in the dead of night,

only Sister Yu's slightly simple but warmly decorated room was still dimly lit. The warm, fragrant room was filled with a decadent and intoxicating atmosphere. The scent of perfume and cosmetics mixed with the unique fragrance of a mature woman floated in the air, lingering for a long time. This scent touched every nerve in Xia Ming's body, making him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself. A desire sealed within him was constantly expanding, as if it would burst and shatter his body at any moment.

In the dim light, Xia Ming lay stiffly on the bed, his limbs spread out in a starfish shape, tied to the edge of the bed with a red rope, making him unable to move. A metal tube was fitted over Xia Ming's swollen penis. A leather-covered metal strap, looping around his waist and connecting to the top of the tube, secured it firmly. A delicate lock connected the base of the tube, which simultaneously held the penis and scrotum, to a fiberglass cage covering the penis, tightly binding it and preventing it from escaping.

For the past six months, Yu Jie had practically become Xia Ming's master, his angel, his goddess. Xia Ming was completely obedient to her, doing everything he could to satisfy her desires. Although Yu Jie didn't make many demands, always remaining like a clear spring, serene and gentle, silently watching over Xia Ming and sharing his burdens, they had never consummated their marriage. Two months ago,

one night, Xia Ming knelt quietly at Yu Jie's feet, respectfully presenting her with a delicate little gift box.

Yu Jie reached out and accepted the gift box.

Xia Ming said nothing, simply kneeling silently as he watched the layers of wrapping paper on the box being peeled away. Inside was a small cardboard box containing a high-grade stainless steel male chastity belt.

"Please put this on for me!"

"Are you really going to do this?" Sister Yu asked.

"Yes, Sister Yu, you understand my feelings. I love you, and I'm willing to give you my body and everything I have, but you've never possessed me. I know this is a test of my loyalty; you want me to belong entirely to you. To show my loyalty, I give you my body completely, entrusting my desires and impulses to your control. From now on, I belong only to you. Please put it on for me!" Xia Ming lowered his head deeply and kissed Sister Yu's feet.

“You don’t need to do this. You’re still young, full of vigor. I don’t object to you having other women. If you’re willing, Sister Yu can help you choose young girls so you can enjoy yourself to the fullest.”

“No, Sister Yu, I don’t want anything, I just want you.”

“You should know how terrifying it is to be without a penis. You’re so young, it will cause you unbearable pain!”

“No, what causes me the most unbearable pain is that you are unwilling to accept me and make me your most loyal servant.”

“Think it through, are you really willing to do this?”

“I am willing!”

“Once I put it on, I won’t take it off easily. I’ll give you another chance, are you really willing?”

“Yes, I am willing!” Xia Ming’s tone was firm and full of piety.

“Get up!”

“Yes, thank you, Sister Yu!” Xia Ming gratefully kowtowed to Sister Yu several times, stood up, took off all his pants, and exposed his genitals to Sister Yu.

"What an adorable little thing!" Sister Yu gazed at him for a moment, then gently stroked Xia Ming's penis, murmuring softly as if caring for a small life. "You'll be living a life of darkness for a long time to come, so you'd better be good!" Sister Yu leaned closer and breathed gently on his penis. The coolness instantly permeated Xia Ming's entire lower body. This coolness seemed to carry some kind of magic, causing every blood vessel in Xia Ming's groin to swell and become engorged. His penis immediately rose like a mountain, and the originally slightly red glans turned purplish. Sister Yu grasped his penis, her fingers forming a circle that tightly encircled it, rubbing it gently and rhythmically up and down. The skin moved by Sister Yu's rhythmic rubbing seemed to detach from his penis, rubbing against it and making a "rustling" friction sound. Sister Yu's strength was so subtle that Xia Ming didn't even feel any discomfort. Only a sense of happiness emanated from his lower body and quickly swelled, soon filling his entire body.

"Ah! Ah!" Xia Ming unconsciously let out a blissful groan. Sister Yu withdrew a finger from her hand, which was still holding the penis, and gently pressed it against the already swollen glans. She rubbed it back and forth a few times, then suddenly bent her fingertip vertically and scraped the glans with the sharp tip of her nail. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" A sharp pain shot through Xia Ming, making his whole body tremble, and his groan turned into a low growl.

She scraped like this for about half a minute, then suddenly Sister Yu's movements became rapid. Her fingers moved violently up and down with lightning speed, and the penis inside her fingers trembled rapidly. She used her middle and index fingers to pinch the base of the penis, applying slight pressure towards the testicles to block blood flow. Her other hand swept across the penis from front to back, releasing it at the base. She clamped the penis between her hands like a book clip, applying slight inward pressure, and then rubbed it up and down. The entire glans turned purple and swelled.

Finally, the violent movements gradually subsided, and a cool sensation gushed from his lower body, dispelling the fiery heat that had gathered there. Xia Ming no longer felt the unbearable swelling in his lower body. Looking down, he saw that white semen had covered Yu Jie's entire hand. His once rock-hard penis was now limp, instantly losing its vitality.

"This is my reward for you tonight. From now on, you belong only to me. You have to be good and obedient!" Yu Jie took out a tissue and wiped the semen off Xia Ming's body. Then she took out a chastity belt from the box. Xia Ming cooperated by lifting his legs and slipping the chastity belt onto his thighs, like putting on underwear. Yu Jie pried open the steel cage between the penis sheath and the scrotum, inserted the penis into the sheath, and squeezed the scrotum into the cage with one hand. The two closed, and the entire penis was completely encased inside, leaving only a small part of the glans exposed. Then he took out a small steel lock from the box, threaded it through the bolt at the closure between the penile sheath and the scrotum cover, pinched the lock between his thumb and forefinger, and gently pressed it. With a "click," the lock closed firmly, completely locking Xia Ming's penis inside.

Two months passed, and the small steel lock remained unopened.

Yu Jie sat on Xia Ming's face, letting him caress her genitals with his tongue. Beneath the thick, glossy black pubic hair at the base of her thighs, her pink and textured labia were fully open. Her clitoris, stimulated by Xia Ming's agile tongue, became firm and swollen, yet incredibly sensitive. Further up, the small urethral opening was clearly visible, and her vagina, stimulated by his tongue, continuously overflowed with fresh nectar. The inside of her vagina was already wet, its intricate walls trembling and undulating slightly with each breath. The area around her vulva was covered in whitish mucus, like rose petals glistening with nectar, breathing heavily and emitting an alluring fragrance. Xia Ming placed his mouth against her clitoris, inserting his tongue, gradually penetrating from the surface to the inside, slowly rubbing against the vaginal walls. The deeper his tongue went, the hotter, smoother, wetter, and sweeter it became; a gentle touch would cause a gush of clear, lustful fluid to spray from her sacred cave.

Yu Jie's breathing became rapid, and she passionately tugged at Xia Ming's hair. Following Sister Yu's instructions, Xia Ming let his tongue roam freely inside the opening, writhing like a snake. Hot nectar gushed out like a burst dam, overflowing the opening and flowing down his thighs. After the flood, a white, sticky fluid secreted from deep within his vagina, flowing into Xia Ming's mouth along with the nectar. It was somewhat bitter and salty, but the fluid, mixed with the nectar and saliva, soon lost its taste, leaving only a glistening sheen on Xia Ming's face and a strong, lingering scent of female flesh.

"Ah! Ah! So good!" Sister Yu, her lower body satisfied, sat on Xia Ming's face, covered in sweat, panting heavily, unable to calm down for a long time. After a while, she stepped over his face and sat beside him, gently brushing the nectar from his face and smearing it into his mouth.

"Is it good?"

"Mmm, it's good!"

"Good boy, I let you drink it every day, your tongue skills are getting better and better, I feel so good!" Sister Yu said contentedly, untying the red rope binding Xia Ming to the bed.

"Here you go!" Sister Yu picked up the panties lying on the bedside table, wiped away the remaining vaginal fluid and saliva from her genitals, and tossed them to Xia Ming. Xia Ming quickly caught them, as if they were treasures, and pressed them tightly against his face, sucking hard.

Besides the vaginal fluid that had just been stuck on, the panties also had clumps of dried, hardened, yellowish-brown vaginal secretions. The strong, pungent odor hit his nose and mouth, quite unpleasant, but Xia Ming actually liked this smell.

"Smells good, right?"

"It smells so good." Xia Ming was intoxicated for a long time.

"Smells good?" Sister Yu sneered, "You little pervert, I really don't know how your nose is structured. I almost threw up the other day when I accidentally smelled this, and you actually think it smells good."

"Who told you to like it, you brat!" Sister Yu reached out and gently slapped Xia Ming's face twice.

"Because of you, I haven't changed my underwear for almost a week, I'm so uncomfortable!"

"Hehe, thank you, Sister Yu! This smells so good, better than any other smell in the world." Xia Ming playfully stuck out his tongue.

"Come on, tell me about today." Sister Yu suddenly asked with a serious expression, referring to Xia Ming's visit to the orphanage earlier that day. Hearing her question, Xia Ming carefully reported to Sister Yu what he had seen, heard, and felt at the orphanage that day. This was the first time since he returned that he had handled family affairs independently without Sister Yu's help, but even so, he still needed Sister Yu's detailed arrangements beforehand.

"Sister Yu, why didn't you mention before that you were in charge of the orphanage?"

"You mean this..." Sister Yu seemed quite calm. "It's all miscellaneous stuff, and I didn't think you'd be involved, so I didn't tell you. It must have been... about eight years ago... The orphanage was poorly managed and almost went bankrupt. The old master wasn't in good health then and couldn't spare the energy, so he felt the orphanage should be managed by a reliable person. You were abroad at the time, and your sister was too young, so they chose me. Thanks to the old master, the orphanage has developed quite smoothly these past few years. Actually, I've always felt that the orphanage, as your Xia family's ancestral property, should be managed by someone from the Xia family. I've mentioned it to Miss a few times before, but she didn't respond. Now that you're back, I want to find an opportunity to hand over the management to you!"

"What are you saying? Without you, the orphanage probably wouldn't belong to our family anymore. Grandpa trusts you, my sister trusts you, and I certainly do. You'll still be in charge of the orphanage from now on. You can make all the decisions, just like before. Also, I'll double the funding for the orphanage every year. If you need money, just let me know."

"This… I'm afraid that's inappropriate!"

"What's inappropriate? It's settled then."

"This… alright, I thank you on behalf of the children, Second Young Master!"

"Don't mention it."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing…" Xia Ming suddenly remembered, "This morning when I was visiting the orphanage, I saw a basement. I was curious, so I went down to take a look."

"You went into the basement?" Sister Yu's expression suddenly changed upon hearing this. Her previously smiling face instantly turned gloomy. "What were you doing there?"

"Nothing, I was just curious. They told me it was a storage room."

"Yes, it's been abandoned for a long time."

"I saw a locked room down there. They wouldn't let me in, saying only you have the key, and they wouldn't tell me what was inside. I want to know what's inside…"

"There's nothing inside, just an empty cellar."

"An empty cellar? Then why did you lock it?"

"I said it's just an empty cellar. If you really want to see it, here's the key. Go see it yourself another day." Sister Yu's tone became somewhat hurried, tinged with displeasure. She rolled out of bed, took a bunch of keys from her bag on the table, unfastened one, and tossed it stiffly to Xia Ming. Xia Ming picked up the key from the bed. It was a yellow brass key, seemingly quite old, with rust and green patches in some places, yet still heavy in his hand.

"Sister Yu, I didn't mean to..." Sister Yu's reaction made Xia Ming extremely embarrassed, but he didn't know how to respond. A sentence he would later regret blurted out without thinking: "If there's nothing there, why lock it up?"

"You don't believe me?"

"This...Sister Yu...I didn't..." Xia Ming noticed Sister Yu's displeasure and immediately became nervous, stammering and unsure how to smooth things over. "I just wanted to know..."

"Get up!" Sister Yu said, her voice soft yet exceptionally firm, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Get up!" Sister Yu's voice suddenly became sharp, even carrying a hint of anger.

"Are you doubting me?"

"Sister Yu, I didn't..."

"You suspect I'm hiding something shameful inside, don't you! If you want to see, just say so openly. The key is there; you can go anytime. There's no need for these sneaky tricks to test me."

"Let me tell you, I've worked hard for your Xia family for half my life, and even your grandfather has never doubted me. You can act like a young master,

treating me like a servant, but it's not your place to doubt me." "Hmph! You always flatter me with sweet words, but it turns out you have quite a few tricks up your sleeve, and now you're doubting me! If it weren't for your grandfather's instructions, and the fact that I've watched you grow up, I wouldn't want to serve you anymore!"

"I never give people a second chance. Since you've said it all today, very well, our relationship ends here! From now on, you can go back to being your second young master!"

"Sister Yu, I didn't... I didn't mean that... You..."

"Get out!"

"Sister Yu, I didn't mean it, I was wrong, please don't be angry..." Xia Ming was at a loss, so frightened he almost rolled off the bed. He scrambled to Sister Yu's feet, clinging to her leg and pleading desperately. Sister Yu was unmoved. With a powerful kick, she broke free from Xia Ming's grasp. The force sent Xia Ming's entire body flying, rolling twice in the direction of Sister Yu's kick until he was stopped by the corner of the wall. However, because he lost control while rolling, his head slammed into the leg of a table against the wall, causing the table to tilt violently and knocking everything off. Xia Ming's left forehead was already swollen and bleeding.

"Sister Yu, I was wrong, I really didn't mean it... I..."

"Get out!" Sister Yu shouted angrily without giving him a chance to speak. Xia Ming knew that continuing this stalemate would likely be more disadvantageous for him. He figured it would be better to wait until Sister Yu calmed down the next day to say what he needed to say. So he hurriedly scrambled to his feet, looking disheveled, and crawled out

of Sister Yu's room, fleeing towards his own. It was late at night, already one in the morning. The servants lived in the servants' quarters outside the main house. The Xia residence was quiet and empty. Almost naked, Xia Ming tumbled and crawled down the corridor, terrified of being seen. He groped his way to his room in the dark, then rushed inside, immediately closing the door behind him. Only then did he feel a sense of relief.

This ordeal left Xia Ming shaken. Without even turning on the light, he reached the sofa and collapsed onto it, his body going limp. Sitting alone in the darkness, Xia Ming's thoughts remained unsettled for a long time. This was perhaps the most intense setback he had experienced in the past six months; even the news of his grandfather's death hadn't dealt him such a blow. He sat for a long time, the chill of the late night gradually seeping into his naked body. Feeling cold, Xia Ming finally put on a coat, found a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and silently stared at the faint glow of the cigarette butt in the darkness.

Xia Ming couldn't understand why his usually gentle and kind sister Yu would suddenly react so violently. Could there really be something in the cellar? Impossible! Xia Ming immediately dismissed the thought. In this family, Yu was the only person he truly loved. From his grandfather to his parents, whom he had never met, and then to himself and his sister, Yu had served three generations of the Xia family. Her status in the family was unparalleled. Although she was only the housekeeper, in the eyes of the servants, she had more authority than he, the head of the household. Whatever the Xia family possessed belonged to Yu; she had no reason to hide anything. Or perhaps his words tonight had deeply hurt her.

Reflecting on his interactions with Sister Yu over this period, Xia Ming vaguely sensed that Sister Yu was actually very sensitive and perceptive. Although she always appeared humble and gentle on the surface, she maintained an extremely proud and arrogant self-esteem. She couldn't tolerate anyone doubting her; to her, it was an insult to her personality, even to him, her nominal master. Perhaps it was his unintentional words tonight that had struck a nerve with Sister Yu, causing some long-suppressed, unknown emotions to be released instantly.

There's a saying in psychology that people mostly only lose their temper with those they feel safe with. Because within that safety zone, you subconsciously know the other person won't leave you. Perhaps tonight's events, from another perspective, indicated that Sister Yu had subconsciously accepted him.

He didn't know when, but finally, unable to resist sleepiness, he gradually drifted off to sleep. For a while after

Chapter 7

, Sister Yu ignored Xia Ming, silently going about her business, almost treating him like air, walking past him without even a greeting. This feeling was like a sharp thorn constantly piercing Xia Ming's heart, impossible to remove. Every time he thought of Sister Yu, it tore his heart apart with excruciating pain. Soon, Xia Ming, whose health was already poor, collapsed again under the dual torment of body

and mind, falling seriously ill. As the saying goes, "a loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise," this sudden illness gave the two a chance to reconcile. Under Sister Yu's meticulous care, they quickly resolved their misunderstandings and reconciled. Unexpectedly, the illness lasted for two months. Although Xia Ming's health improved somewhat afterward, he remained listless, weak, and drowsy, constantly feeling lethargic and unable to muster any energy. His memory also deteriorated significantly, and no matter how many doctors they saw or how much medicine they took, there was no improvement. It seemed he was no longer fit to work, and to avoid chaos caused by a lack of leadership, Sister Yu suggested immediately sending someone abroad to find her sister, Xia Yan, to return and take charge. Meanwhile, at Xia Ming's insistence, all domestic business was temporarily authorized by him and entrusted entirely to Sister Yu.

This situation continued for over a month.

It was a little past eight o'clock that morning, the sky was rather gloomy, and it was only dimly lit outside the window, as if it were only five or six o'clock. Lately, Xia Ming had been sleeping until after ten o'clock every day, but today, for some reason, he felt unusually energetic and woke up early, sitting on the bed and listlessly flipping through a book.

After reading for about half an hour, Xia Ming felt sleepy again and was about to put the book down and go back to sleep when he suddenly heard several footsteps outside the door. Judging from the sounds, there seemed to be more than one person. Soon, he heard the sound of the door lock turning. With a creak, the door opened a crack, and a face slowly squeezed through the crack, peering inside.

"Sister Yu!" Xia Ming exclaimed excitedly when he saw that it was Sister Yu peeking through the door.

"Oh, Xiao Ming, why are you up? I thought you were still sleeping," Sister Yu said reassuredly as she opened the door and came in. Sister Yu has been busy with business lately. Although she still tries to find time to take care of Xia Ming, they see each other much less often than before. So, Xia Ming was still very happy to see Sister Yu this time.

"How are you? Are you feeling better today?" Sister Yu sat by Xia Ming's bedside, gently tidying his messy hair.

"Much better. I woke up early today and couldn't fall back asleep. I think it's because you were coming!"

"You silly boy!" Sister Yu tapped his head.

"By the way, I brought someone with me." Sister Yu turned slightly to the side, and Xia Ming noticed an elderly man with a white beard and hair, dressed simply, and with a face full of wrinkles standing behind her.

"Who is he?"

"This is Doctor Song, a renowned doctor we went to great lengths to find for you. Doctor Song has cured many cases of your illness!"

"He... is he capable?" Xia Ming glanced at Doctor Song. He didn't look like a doctor at all; he looked more like an ordinary old man gathering firewood in the countryside. He instinctively felt distrust.

"Hey! Don't say that!" Sister Yu quickly interrupted him. "Dr. Song doesn't just treat anyone. We paid a lot of money to have him here... You..."

"Haha... Young man, don't judge a book by its cover!" The old man wasn't angry at all, laughing as he interrupted Sister Yu. "Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate. A doctor treats the body, not the mind. For an illness to be cured, besides the doctor needing skillful hands, the patient also needs a will to heal themselves. Only through the cooperation of both can the illness be cured. With your suspicion and distrust, even the best doctor is powerless."

"This... you're right..." Xia Ming knew that what he had said earlier was somewhat inappropriate, and felt ashamed after Dr. Song's words.

"Dr. Song, please take a look and see if you have a prescription." Sister Yu hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"No rush, young man, stretch out your hand!" Xia Ming rolled up his sleeve and stretched out his arm.

Doctor Song reached out and pinched Xia Ming's wrist joint with his thumb and middle finger. His fingers, withered like twigs, possessed astonishing strength, like a steel clamp firmly gripping Xia Ming's wrist, rendering him immobile. His middle finger pressed against Xia Ming's radial artery pulse, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing calm and composed, as if he were carefully sensing the subtle changes in Xia Ming's pulse. Everyone present remained silent, even their breathing was extremely careful, not daring to disturb Doctor Song in the slightest. This scene lasted for two or three minutes. Finally, Doctor Song opened his eyes, slightly released his fingers, and withdrew his hand.

"Doctor Song, how is it?" Sister Yu asked anxiously.

"Hmm!" Doctor Song frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and replied in a steady tone, "This illness is caused by internal disturbance of the heart and external invasion of cold pathogens. The stomach meridian is disturbed by pathogenic factors, resulting in stagnation of Qi, spleen and stomach deficiency and cold, and insufficient Yang Qi leading to water retention. The Foot Shaoyin and Hand Jueyin meridians are imbalanced, resulting in excessive kidney water and insufficient heart fire. The imbalance of Yin and Yang and insufficient Qi lead to blood stagnation. Insufficient heart Yang disturbs the mind, causing mental confusion and memory decline."

"Is there a treatment?"

"There is a treatment, of course, but it must be combined with internal treatment to be effective."

"What does 'combined internal and external treatment' mean?"

"For internal treatment, we hope that this young master will remain calm and composed in the future, and not let his mind be disturbed by pathogenic factors. Of course, all of this requires the madam's great care." As Doctor Song spoke, his eyes swept directly over Sister Yu, his gaze intense and piercing, as if he could see through Sister Yu's thoughts. Sister Yu felt flustered at the sight and could only force herself to remain calm, repeatedly agreeing.

“External treatment naturally involves using decoctions to target the lesions, replenish the heart qi, and restore the spirit.” With that, Doctor Song took out paper and pen from his bag and scribbled a series of words on the paper, handing it to Sister Yu. “This is a prescription. Go to the pharmacy to get the medicine. Simmer it over medium heat for two hours, three times a day, for twelve consecutive days. You will definitely see results!”

“This…that’s wonderful! Quick, go to the pharmacy to buy the medicine right away!” Sister Yu hurriedly handed the pharmacy to the servants, urging them to go buy the medicine.

“Wait!” Doctor Song suddenly spoke up, stopping them.

"The medicines I prescribe are all potent and extremely toxic. If someone is already weak and frail, taking these medicines will not only fail to cure their illness but will also backfire, endangering their life!"

"This... Doctor, what should we do?"

"We need to add a special ingredient. However... this ingredient is probably difficult to prepare!"

"What ingredient? Tell us, we will do our best to find it."

"This ingredient is called Hibiscus and Phoenix Decoction!"

"What... Hibiscus and Phoenix Decoction?" Everyone was unfamiliar with it and asked in unison.

"The so-called Tiankui and Luanfeng Tang are the menstrual blood and urine of virgins, and Furong is opium, commonly known as 'opium'!"

"What? These..." Doctor Song's words shocked Yu Jie and Xia Ming into silence. "How can these..."

"Haha... Why not? Everything created by nature can be made into medicine. Tiankui and Luanfeng Tang are extremely yin and cold substances, which can counteract the strong yang toxicity of the medicine. However, these two substances are also too yin in nature, and there is a risk of them backfiring. Therefore, they must be combined with substances that nourish the heart and spirit to neutralize them. Opium is the best choice." "

However, remember that these two substances must be taken from a virgin's body, and must be taken immediately with a small amount of opium within five minutes of taking them, and then you can take the medicine. Otherwise, the medicine will be completely neutralized." After diagnosing and prescribing, Yu Jie saw Doctor Song to the door, preparing to send someone to escort him away. Before leaving, Doctor Song stopped Yu Jie and whispered, "Madam, this is all I have to do. Whether you believe it or not, I ask the young master to decide for himself. Forgive my bluntness, but if he is not treated soon, he may only have a year left to live. You are the master's guardian; his life or death is entirely in your hands. Farewell!" After Doctor Song left, Xia Ming and Yu Jie discussed the matter. Xia Ming found the prescription too incredible, utterly absurd, and absolutely refused to believe it. However, Yu Jie insisted that they should try it; they couldn't give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope. The two argued for several days. Finally, under Yu Jie's strong insistence, Xia Ming had no choice but to give in and agree to try it. However, while the three medicinal ingredients, Tian Kui and Luan Feng Tang, were easy to obtain, opium was a drug—where could they get it?

A few days later, one morning, Yu Jie brought a young girl to Xia Ming's bedside and gave him a small box. Xia Ming took the box and opened it. Inside, on a cotton pad, were several brown objects. He took a closer sniff; they emitted a strong herbal odor.

"This is..." Sister Yu didn't speak, only nodded slightly.

Every city has such a special place, a melting pot of all sorts of people, a veritable melting pot where good and bad, beauty and ugliness, sunshine and darkness can all be found. Although few approve of its existence, no one can erase it from the clean air—that is the rampant red-light district. It's truly a world where no one cares about anyone else, and no one can control anyone else. Xiaming Road is such a place, located near the northern suburbs of the city. Originally, as a rural-urban fringe area, it was mainly inhabited by suburban farmers and migrant workers. Early, distorted urbanization brought it into the city's periphery, but due to its remote location and factors such as housing prices and the cost of living, it attracted a large number of marginalized people who couldn't establish themselves in the city. Subsequently, drugs, crime, and prostitution began to proliferate here, gradually turning it into a lawless zone. Here, dilapidated buildings from decades ago remain. The sex establishments are mostly small street-side shops masquerading as hair salons or massage parlors; the larger ones are often just bathhouses or saunas in name only. As night falls, strings of red lights blink and swirl, instantly bathing the entire street in a dim, red light. Under the cover of darkness, all sorts of people appear, staging scenes of sordid human tragedy and comedy. Each shop has a scantily clad young woman sitting outside, serving as its living advertisement.

There are also some unaffiliated prostitutes who stand by the roadside, trying to charm passersby. All the men who come here share the same purpose—to find a place to satisfy their desires—this is a paradise for adults.

In the narrow alleys and lanes that radiate outwards like a net, groups of young men and women dressed in strange clothes would often gather to smoke a cigarette called "Paradise Incense," sometimes alone, sometimes shared. Smoking this cigarette would temporarily blank the mind, instantly erase worries from memory, and create an extraordinary feeling of excitement, lightness, and a lack of sleepiness, hunger, or even thirst—as if in paradise. This cigarette quickly became popular in the area after its introduction; almost every prostitute and petty thug in the neighborhood had smoked "Paradise Incense." In reality, this so-called "Paradise Incense" was simply a small amount of opium mixed into cheap cigarettes by drug dealers, which they then sold at a high price for huge profits. While it didn't cause severe addiction, long-term use could lead to a state of inescapable addiction.

In front of a dilapidated inn called "Changshun Inn," two or three petty thugs idly squatted at the entrance, looking around. Not far away, several scantily clad prostitutes stood with their legs apart under a streetlamp, idly smoking, waiting to solicit passersby to sell their bodies.

A young woman, appearing to be only sixteen or seventeen, approached from a distance. She was tall and slender, with a beautiful face, wearing a revealing knitted mini-dress that was even more revealing than pajamas. Red high heels adorned her long, slender, and fair legs. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, and thick makeup couldn't conceal her youthful innocence.

The girl walked across the street towards the hotel. As she passed, the thugs who had been squatting there excitedly whistled at her, shouting in a flirtatious tone, "Hey beautiful, want to play with your brother? Let your brother pamper you?"

"Get lost! Go home and pamper your mother's stinking cunt!" the girl retorted without turning her head, walking straight into the hotel.

"Is Sister Xiu here?" the girl asked the receptionist at the front desk. The saleswoman glanced at her, scrutinizing her carefully. "Just you alone?"

"Yes!" The saleswoman then picked up the phone and made a call. Seeing this, the girl left the counter reassured and went upstairs. Reaching the third floor and the door of room 314, the girl cautiously looked left and right to make sure everything was alright before knocking eight times in three groups of three, two, three. The door opened a crack, and a pair of eyes peered out before the door was fully opened. The girl quickly slipped inside, and the door slammed shut again.

The room was already filled with a hazy mist. On the sofa, on the floor, and in the corners, men and women sat, lay, or curled up, their eyes glazed and expressions listless, all enjoying the pleasure brought by the "ecstasy incense." The smell of sweat, the musty odor of rotting wood, and the strong smell of smoke mixed together to fill the entire room with a strange odor.

"Sister Xiu, they're here!" The person who let her in called out to the inner room. A middle-aged woman, around 30 years old, emerged quickly, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She was about 1.65 meters tall, with delicate features, but her eyes flashed with a fierce glint. She was a key supplier of "Paradise Fragrance" in the area, known as "Sister Xiu." Originally the wife of a local gang leader, she took up drug trafficking after her husband was imprisoned. Because of her remaining good looks and her extremely ruthless and cruel methods, she quickly attracted a group of male and female thugs who followed her devotedly, making her quite influential in the area.

"Sister Xiu!" The young girl greeted her respectfully as soon as she saw the woman.

"Yes, you're here! How much this time?"

"Five packs, my sister wants some too..."

"Where's the money? Same price!" The young girl pulled out a wad of banknotes and handed it to Sister Xiu. "This... Sister Xiu... Business hasn't been good lately, not many customers, and the girls haven't raised enough money. But... you know, once the urge hits... so could I give you this much for now? I'll definitely pay you back next time..." the girl stammered.

Sister Xiu took the money and counted it, then frowned: "That's all?"

"This... things are a bit difficult lately..." Sister Xiu didn't say anything more, suddenly looking up at the girl, scrutinizing her from head to toe, then staring intently at her for a long time. Her sharp gaze made the girl feel uneasy, raising goosebumps all over her body.

"Come in with me!" Sister Xiu said, turning and going into the inner room. The girl had no choice but to obediently follow behind her. There was no one else in the inner room. It was completely different from the outer room; the inner room was much cleaner, and the decoration was quite exquisite, with all kinds of furniture and appliances.

After entering the room, Sister Xiu sat directly on the sofa, making the girl stand in front of her, and stared at her for a long time without saying a word.

"This... Sister Xiu... what is this..." The girl was unsure what Sister Xiu wanted, and the continued awkwardness only made her more uncomfortable. She finally mustered her courage and asked.

"Take it!" Sister Xiu took five packs of cigarettes from a nearby cabinet and handed them to the girl along with the money the girl had given her earlier.

"This... this is..." The girl was surprised that Sister Xiu hadn't taken her money, but being a clever girl, she quickly realized that Sister Xiu probably wanted her to do something for her. So she tentatively asked, "What... what do you want me to do?"

"Haha!" Sister Xiu also saw that the girl understood her intention and smiled knowingly. "I heard you're quite famous around here, ruthless, young, and fearless when you beat someone up, right?"

"This... Sister Xiu, you're joking..."

"Not long ago, one of my underlings was crippled by you, right?"

"This... Sister Xiu! He didn't pay after he'd had his way with her... We're just trying to make a living... You see..." The girl thought Sister Xiu wanted to use this incident to get revenge, but then she thought again. If she wanted revenge on someone like her, she would have already done it, and wouldn't need to give her free cigarettes. So she continued, "I did the beating. Sister Xiu, if you want to punish someone, punish me. I hope you won't make things difficult for my sisters; this has nothing to do with them..."

"Don't be nervous. If he's crippled, he's crippled. I don't care about losing a few useless people."

"You know He Laosan from Jinhui, right?"

"He... Third Master? Yes, my sisters have bought goods from him."

"That guy's been stealing my business lately. I need you to help me take him down!"

"This... I... Sister Xiu, I can't do that..."

"You're capable. I think you're quite pretty. That guy's a lecher, and you're his type."

"Well... Sister Xiu, I'm just trying to make a living. I might be able to handle a fight, but you're asking me... Besides, how could I dare mess with those guys? What if his henchmen retaliate? We wouldn't be able to

handle it..." "Don't worry about that. You just need to take care of that bastard. I'll deal with all his henchmen. I won't do anything to you. And after it's done, you can work for me. You can tell me how much merchandise you need. I can also protect your sisters. How about it?" "

This... Okay, then listen to my good news!" The girl thought for a moment and readily agreed.

Holding a cigarette, the girl left room 314 with great enthusiasm and walked out of the hotel. At this moment, the streets outside the hotel suddenly became crowded. The hair salons and saunas that were relatively deserted just now all had young women sitting at their entrances, displaying their graceful figures in the dim red light inside. At this time of year, a large number of men seeking pleasure flock to the area, and numerous prostitutes also seize the opportunity, making the entire street bustling.

Not far from the hotel, a middle-aged man in a suit walked past her, glancing back at her as he passed.

"Hey! Boss! Want to join in?" the girl immediately seized the opportunity, asking with a flirtatious smile. Sure enough, the man stopped at the sound of her voice, turning to look at her, his eyes fixed on her mostly exposed, snow-white breasts.

"Let's go have some fun! It'll be great!" the girl immediately leaned closer, pressing her body tightly against the middle-aged man.

"This..." The middle-aged man blushed instantly, at a loss for words. "I...I have something to do..."

"Don't!" The girl chuckled inwardly. She'd seen plenty of men like this—pretending to be respectable when they came to a brothel, but once in bed, they were more shameless than anyone else. "What else could you possibly be here for? Isn't it all about that?"

"Come on, have some fun, I guarantee you'll be thrilled to death!"

"This..." The man was now tempted. After all, the girl was indeed beautiful. He looked around and asked softly, "How much?"

"Here!" The girl gave him a look and held up a few fingers. "This price!"

"This...is a bit expensive!"

"Tch! You should ask around on this street, our prices are the fairest, and our service is the best! If you think it's too expensive, go somewhere else! Ah...Boss! How about it?"

"Well...okay! Where to? Is there room?"

"Over there!" The girl pointed to the other side of the street, in a dark corner of a row of dilapidated houses, there was a two-story bungalow with a neon sign at the door that flashed five big red characters: "Rose Leisure House."

"Let's go!" The two walked arm in arm toward the Rose Leisure House and disappeared into the darkness.

05-22
Chapter 08

Sister Yu personally went to Xiaming Road and quickly obtained the opium needed for the medicine. A few days later, when she brought the medicine to Xia Ming, she also brought a strange girl.

"This is...opium?" Sister Yu didn't speak, but just nodded slightly.

"And her?" Xia Ming pointed to the girl. The girl was wearing a white dress, with a delicate face, standing by Xia Ming's bed, shyly staring at him.

“She’s a virgin I found for you. I’ve already spoken to her; these are her periods, so she can provide you with menstrual blood and urine.”

“Hello, Young Master Xia!” The young woman bowed politely to Xia Ming, appearing poised and elegant.

“This… will it work?” Xia Ming was still a little uneasy. After all, this method was simply inconceivable to someone who had grown up abroad and was accustomed to Western medical thought. If it weren’t for Sister Yu’s insistence, he would never have accepted such a bizarre treatment. “I think we should forget about it!” He had originally thought this matter might drag on for a while, but he hadn’t expected Sister Yu to prepare so quickly. With the medicine about to be taken, Xia Ming still harbored doubts.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine, just listen to me!" Sister Yu sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Xia Ming's head to comfort him.

"Well... okay!" After struggling for a while, Xia Ming finally made his decision.

"That's right. Let's begin!" Sister Yu smiled knowingly, got up, walked to the table, took out a small white porcelain bottle from her pocket, and sprinkled some black powder—pre-ground opium powder—into an empty bowl on the table.

"Is it ready?" Sister Yu turned to ask the girl.

"Yes!" The girl smiled at Sister Yu, took the bowl Sister Yu handed her, and bent down to place it on the ground. She slowly lifted her skirt, gradually revealing two long, fair legs, which made Xia Ming utterly captivated. Even his little brother, tightly locked in the chastity belt, instantly felt aroused, but after being immediately suppressed, he had to forcefully calm himself down and try not to look, which finally relaxed his little brother. In fact, since falling ill, Sister Yu had suggested removing the chastity belt many times, but Xia Ming's insistence had ultimately led to the decision being abandoned.

The girl with the beautiful legs wore a black, semi-transparent lace panty, through which her slightly protruding belly and a few tufts of messy pubic hair could be vaguely seen. With one hand gripping the hem of her skirt, she reached down to her genitals, parting the thin fabric of her panty that clung tightly to her thighs, and squatted down, positioning her vaginal opening directly in front of a bowl on the floor.

As she squatted, her taut labia, which had been tightly protecting her vagina, were completely opened, revealing the inner walls of her labia and the clitoris, its tiny tip glistening with red, stained with traces of blood. A thin cotton thread extended from inside her vagina, stained with dried blood. The girl used her index finger and thumb to tear off the thread, gently pulling it outwards twice. A shriveled, red sanitary napkin was pulled out along with the thread, like a small snake emerging from its hole, revealing its blood-red head. The girl loosened her grip on the deeper thread, and with a slight pull, the entire sanitary napkin was completely pulled out. The napkin, still attached to the thread, swayed twice in the air, flicking out a few strands of menstrual blood that had just been drawn from her vagina. The blood splattered onto the bowl, forming a thin red line.

The girl released her grip and tossed the napkin aside. "Mmm! Mmm!" The girl's eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, and she made soft moans from her slightly parted mouth. Her previously flat abdomen swelled with the effort, her labia majora expanding outwards at a greater angle, and the layered labia minora inside also parted completely, seemingly exposing her entire vagina. "Ah..." The girl's lips parted, emitting an even more strained cry, her body tensing as she exerted even more force than before. Finally, a trickle of blood slowly flowed out along the folds of the vaginal wall, down the labia minora and labia majora, gathering little by little at the vaginal opening. Under the influence of gravity, it formed a small red bead, like a blood agate shimmering with a mysterious red light, or a drop of water suspended beneath a stalactite, unable to drip down for a long time.

This continued for about ten seconds, then suddenly, as if its string had broken, the bead lost its connection to the flesh and fell to the ground. The scene was completely silent, so silent that even the faint "plop" sound of the bead hitting the bowl could be clearly heard. The bead immediately formed a small red dot in the bowl, and in that instant, with a "plop," a gush of menstrual blood gushed out of the vagina like a spring. The menstrual blood was extremely thick and turbid, its color dull, resembling a dark red, viscous substance. It flowed out of the body but couldn't even fall; instead, it dangled in mid-air, swaying a few times before finally collapsing into a single mass, landing precisely in the bowl and congealing without dispersing.

Xia Ming, with a severe fetish, had long collected women's underwear and sanitary napkins, so menstrual blood was familiar to him, even to the point of a deep-seated fascination. But witnessing fresh menstrual blood up close for the first time was a profound shock to him; his body instinctively reacted with rejection, a feeling of indescribable nausea.

Then came a hissing sound, and a thin stream of urine, like a long, transparent thread, emerged from the vagina, splashing directly into the bowl. It quickly diluted and dispersed the congealed menstrual blood. As more urine flowed, the stream thickened, transforming the gentle flow into a torrential gushing. The urine flowed so rapidly and forcefully that it splashed high against the bowl, making a loud "splat! splat!" sound. Soon, the yellow urine filled most of the bowl, scattering droplets everywhere and leaving stains on the floor around the bowl.

Finally, the flow subsided, the fountain-like stream gradually returning to a thinner stream. Only a few scattered drops fell into the bowl like raindrops after a storm.

Sister Yu rushed forward, squatted down, snatched the bowl from under the girl's body, and quickly presented it to Xia Ming.

"Hurry! The doctor said you have to drink it within five minutes, otherwise the medicine will lose its effect." Xia Ming took the bowl, watching as the bowl full of yellow urine dissolved with the menstrual blood, its color slowly changing from pale yellow to orange-yellow. A strong, pungent odor mixed with a fishy smell assaulted his nostrils, the intense irritation causing Xia Ming to instinctively turn his head away.

"Drink it now, there's no time!" Seeing that Xia Ming was reluctant to drink the Hibiscus and Phoenix Soup, and that the five minutes were about to pass, Sister Yu didn't think too much. She rushed forward, snatched the bowl, pressed Xia Ming's head back with one hand, forcing his face upwards, and shoved the bowl into his mouth, directly pouring the urine down his throat.

An extremely unpalatable salty and pungent taste, along with a strong fishy odor, quickly overwhelmed Xia Ming's brain, almost suffocating him. As soon as a little urine escaped his mouth, a large amount was immediately poured in. Finally, after a minute or two of this intermittent process, the bowl full of menstrual blood and urine was emptied. A portion was poured into Xia Ming's body, but the rest spilled out, soaking his entire chest.

"Bring the medicine in!" Sister Yu shouted outside. A servant entered with a bowl of medicinal soup and handed it to Sister Yu. "Here, drink it while it's hot!"

"Cough! Cough!" Xia Ming, who had only slowly adjusted to the strong smell, was still coughing incessantly. Making him drink the medicine now felt like a living hell. But fearing he wouldn't be able to resist Sister Yu's force-feeding again, he obediently took the bowl. The dark brown medicinal soup in the bowl was steaming, emitting a strong herbal aroma. Compared to the unpleasant smell of menstrual blood and urine, Xia Ming, slowly recovering, now found the taste of the Chinese medicine exceptionally sweet. Even the most unpleasant taste became delicious in his mouth. Without much thought, he picked up the bowl, brought it to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp, finally ending the arduous process of drinking the medicine.

As the medicine entered his body, he instantly felt a surge of heat emanating from his chest, quickly spreading throughout his body, reaching his limbs and internal organs. A warm sensation also subtly entered his abdomen. Xia Ming felt a long-lost surge of energy within him; the heat seemed to escape from every pore of his body. The oppressive coldness within him vanished instantly, and this feeling of vitality made him feel incredibly comfortable.

A week later, Xia Ming's health had significantly improved. His spirits were much better; he was no longer drowsy or disoriented, and his memory had recovered considerably. After the extremely difficult adaptation process of the first two days, followed by incessant vomiting after drinking the medicine, these bodily rejection reactions began to weaken from the third day onwards. A week later, the initial discomfort had completely disappeared, and the girl who had initially provided him with menstrual blood and urine was replaced as her period ended. By the twelfth day, when the entire treatment was completed, Xia Ming's body had miraculously recovered completely, which was truly beyond his expectations. What

surprised Xia Ming the most was that, as time went on, he felt himself undergoing extremely noticeable changes.

This change only became apparent more than a month after he recovered. Actually, towards the end of his treatment, Xia Ming had begun to slowly develop a liking for the smell of urine. He couldn't understand why urine, which he had previously found incredibly foul and unpalatable, now tasted so sweet and intoxicating. At first, he simply guessed that it might be due to the ongoing treatment and the patient's dependence on the medication, so he didn't pay much attention. For a few days after the treatment ended and he stopped taking the medication, he didn't experience much discomfort. Until a week later, Xia Ming began to miss the smell of urine. A few days later, this feeling grew stronger and stronger; the craving for urine increased daily, and the smell of urine frequently filled his mouth and nose, to the point that he was insensitive to other smells, finding them as bland as chewing wax. Even the faint smell of urine on Yu Jie's underwear was completely ineffective.

Until one day

, around 1 a.m., after enduring for more than a month, he could no longer suppress the intense urge to urinate. An impulse drove him to do something. While everyone else was fast asleep, Xia Ming sneaked out of his house, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for Xiaming Road. He had never been to this place before, only learning from conversations that it was the city's most famous red-light district.

He arrived at Xiaming Road close to two o'clock. Apart from a few brothels still operating and a handful of street prostitutes, the entire street was eerily quiet. He'd heard it was open all night, and now it seemed to be true.

After walking a few steps, only one lone, overweight prostitute gave him a flirtatious look, but he didn't notice anything else.

Standing on the empty street, he looked around and spotted a faint red light emanating from a nearby alley. He quickly ran towards the light, walked into the alley, turned a few corners, and there stood a small shop with a sign that read "Rose Leisure House." Looking through the glass window in the red light, he saw only one figure sitting alone, playing on his phone.

"Since I'm already here, I shouldn't overthink it!" Xia Ming thought to himself, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to push open the glass door. Inside was a prostitute who looked a bit older, around thirty years old. Perhaps because business was slow, she was still waiting for customers to earn a few more dollars. She hadn't expected anyone to come in the dead of night, so the sudden opening of the door startled her. She stared at the doorway with a look of fear. When she finally saw that it was a handsome young man with a refined appearance and neat clothes, she breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put down her phone, and got up to greet him.

"Oh! Handsome, you're here!" The prostitute grabbed Xia Ming's arm, as if afraid he would run away.

"You..." Xia Ming turned to look at her. A strong, cheap perfume wafted from her. Her lips were blood red, and her face was covered in thick makeup. While not exceptionally beautiful, she wasn't unattractive either. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Just you alone?"

"Of course! It's so late, everyone's gone to sleep!"

"What kind of services do you offer?"

"Massage, handjob, blowjob, sex, whatever you want."

"Anything else?"

"Others?" the prostitute asked, puzzled. "Isn't this what everyone comes here for?"

"Well..." Xia Ming found it difficult to say, but the prostitute was quite open-minded. She roughly understood that this customer might need some more special services, so she chuckled and asked frankly, "Handsome, don't be shy, just say what you want. As long as I can do it, I'll definitely satisfy you."

"I..." Xia Ming hesitated, but since the prostitute had already said that, there was no need to pretend anymore. So he gritted his teeth and said, "I want to drink your urine!"

"You...this..." His request startled the prostitute. She had mentally prepared herself for Xia Ming's strange request, but she hadn't expected such an absurd demand. She could only ask in surprise, "You...you're not joking, are you?"

"No, I just want to drink your urine! Is that okay?"

"Well...that's possible...but..."

"But what? Name your price, anything, as long as I can drink your urine!"

"It's not about the money...it's just...okay, come in!" The prostitute thought for a moment. Although the request was unusual, she couldn't refuse a business that was offered to her, so she agreed.

Inside the inner room, there were no lights; it was pitch black. The prostitute didn't follow; she had to close the outer door first, so Xia Ming had to wait for her in the darkness. After hearing the sound of a stainless steel sliding door, followed by the clatter of high heels, the lights came on, and the prostitute was already quietly standing beside him.

"Let's go up!" the prostitute urged. With the light on, Xia Ming saw that he was standing at the top of the stairs. There were two staircases, one leading to the basement and the other to the second floor. Each staircase was separated by an iron door. The prostitute led Xia Ming up the stairs and through the iron door. After entering, she turned around and locked the door, then led him up to the second floor. The second floor was not large to begin with, divided into small cubicles of only a few square meters each by wooden partitions.

The prostitute led him into one of the cubicles, which was very simple: a small bed, an air conditioner, and nothing else.

"Sit down," the prostitute gestured for Xia Ming to sit on the bed. "How do you plan to drink?"

"I'll lie down, you can just poop in my mouth!"

"Okay, fine!" Xia Ming took off his shirt, exposing his upper body to avoid getting urine on his clothes. The prostitute sat down and reached out to help Xia Ming take off his pants, but Xia Ming refused.

"What's wrong?" the prostitute asked, puzzled.

"No need to take off your pants!"

"Don't you need a massage or anything?"

"No, just drink my urine!" Xia Ming smiled awkwardly. He didn't have any other requests, especially since he was wearing a chastity belt. It wouldn't be good if the prostitute saw him.

"Oh! Okay! Lie down!" The prostitute took off her skirt and underwear, stepped onto the bed, straddled Xia Ming's body, and sat down with her genitals facing his face. As soon as she got close, a strong, pungent stench hit his nostrils, irritating and unpleasant. If it were before, Xia Ming would definitely have found it unbearable, but after experiencing so much recently, he was used to even the most unpleasant smells. At this moment, Xia Ming was only thinking about drinking a woman's urine to relieve his inner suffering, so he didn't feel any discomfort at all, but rather a little intimate. Under the prostitute's thick, messy pubic hair, her vagina appeared somewhat loose, and her labia majora could not tightly cover her vagina. The darkened labia minora and the wide-open vaginal walls could almost be seen directly inside.

"Wait a minute! It's not urgent, it might take a while." Xia Ming opened his mouth wide and waited quietly. "Coming, coming..." After a while, the prostitute said excitedly.

Soon, Xia Ming felt a few drops of liquid fall on his lips. Slowly, the liquid dripped faster and faster, soon completely wetting his mouth and tongue. Following this was a familiar scent of urine, very strong, which seemed somewhat impure compared to the previous girls. He heard a soft "hissing" sound, and a rapid stream of urine flowed into Xia Ming's mouth, quickly filling most of his oral cavity. To prevent the urine from spilling out, Xia Ming quickly moved his throat, opening his trachea to allow the urine to flow smoothly into his body. Fortunately, the prostitute's urine volume was not large, and it stopped quickly. By this time, Xia Ming had swallowed all the urine in his mouth.

Finally, the long-suppressed desire was released. Although the taste of the urine was not pleasant, it still made Xia Ming feel relaxed and happy. Before the prostitute could even stand up, Xia Ming immediately lifted his head and buried his face in her genitals, sucking on her vulva and licking the remaining urine with his tongue.

"Does it taste good?" the prostitute asked, looking at Xia Ming sitting on the bed getting dressed, puzzled.

"Not bad!"

"Handsome! Why do you like drinking urine?"

"No reason, I just like it!"

"I thought only idiots would drink it, I didn't expect someone actually likes it." The prostitute muttered to herself.

"What? Someone else has drunk your urine?" Although she spoke softly, Xia Ming still heard her.

"Oh...it's okay! As long as you like it..." The prostitute smiled slightly at Xia Ming, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Xia Ming paid her an extra hundred yuan, as requested by the prostitute. It was already 2:30 when he left home, and the streets were deserted. He hailed a taxi at the street corner and headed home.

Chapter 9

The urine he drank at the brothel that night only lasted for a short time. In less than a week, the intense craving for urine quickly took over Xia Ming's entire mind. After that, every now and then, Xia Ming would secretly go to that prostitute to relieve himself. As the frequency increased, the craving for urine grew stronger day by day. Months later, something terrifying happened to Xia Ming—gradually, he found that the prostitute's urine satisfied his craving less and less with each urination, and even other women's urine seemed to have no effect.

Tormented, Xia Ming lost his appetite and couldn't sleep, growing increasingly thin and weak. Finally, he couldn't escape Sister Yu's notice. Under her persistent questioning, he had no choice but to tell Sister Yu everything, down to the smallest detail.

"Is it really that serious?" Xia Ming remained silent, head bowed. "How are you feeling now?" Sister Yu continued.

"I feel terrible! I haven't drunk any for ten days. My body feels like it's on fire, burning so badly. I feel like I'm about to die." "

Sister Yu, what should I do? You have to save me..." Xia Ming said, tears welling in his eyes, his voice filled with sorrow and despair. Even Sister Yu, watching from the side, couldn't help but turn away and secretly wipe away her own tears.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I was afraid you'd blame me, think I..." Xia Ming didn't finish his sentence...

"Silly child, how could I blame you?" Sister Yu sat down next to Xia Ming, gently stroking his hair, and said, "Sister Yu said she'd give you whatever you wanted. Wanting to drink urine is nothing, just tell Sister Yu boldly. Sister Yu doesn't find it strange at all, why sneak around to find someone else?"

"Look at you, such a good child, ruined like this..." After a few words, Sister Yu's voice began to choke.

"Sister Yu, I'm scared. I feel like even drinking urine won't help now. No matter how much I drink, I still want to drink, and I feel uncomfortable no matter how much I drink. I don't know what I..." Xia Ming could only lower his head and remain silent.

"Okay, I understand!" Sister Yu thought for a moment, stood up, and left the room. When she returned, she was carrying a glass filled with a yellow liquid. "Here you go." Sister Yu walked up to Xia Ming and handed him the glass.

"This is..." Xia Ming looked up at Sister Yu. Sister Yu nodded: "Give it a try!"

"Okay!" Xia Ming took the cup, looking through the transparent glass at the clear yellow urine shimmering in the sunlight streaming through the window. Xia Ming hadn't expected that his first time drinking Sister Yu's urine would be under such circumstances. This was just a last-ditch effort in despair; perhaps Sister Yu's urine couldn't cure his strange illness.

Life is truly unpredictable. Xia Ming sighed, clinging to his last shred of hope, and brought the cup to his lips. He tilted his head back and drank the urine in one gulp.

Strange things always happen in places where all sorts of people gather, and there's never a shortage of gossip. For some time now, the people living on Xiaming Road had been talking most about the death of He Laosan. A month ago, He Laosan's body was found under a bridge, bloated and severely decomposed. Everyone knew that He Laosan probably hadn't drowned, but strangely, the police investigation didn't provide any clear explanation, ultimately concluding that he had simply drowned.

The problem isn't hard to understand. He Laosan, a local tyrant, caused immense trouble for the security and order of Xiaming Road. His death, for the authorities, was equivalent to eliminating an unstable factor, greatly benefiting their control over Xiaming Road. Rumors circulated that He Laosan had a hole in his chest and was missing a rib; this caused quite a stir at the time, but ultimately faded into obscurity.

A year and a half later.

In the solitary confinement cell of the city's women's prison, the cramped space could only accommodate one or two people. In the darkness, two women in prison uniforms sat back-to-back on the floor, forced into this position due to the limited space. One woman was only seventeen or eighteen, the other appeared to be in her thirties.

"How are you? Still in pain?" the woman asked, turning to look at the girl's arm. Beneath the girl's rolled-up sleeves, her fair arm was bandaged. Although emergency treatment had stopped the bleeding, the white bandage was still stained bright red.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury, I'm used to it!" The girl covered her wound with one hand, speaking casually, but her expression betrayed the pain.

"Take care of yourself!" The woman saw through the girl's act but didn't expose her, simply saying it lightly with concern in her tone.

"What's that?" the woman suddenly asked. She was referring to a bracelet on the girl's left wrist; in the sliver of light shining through the peephole, it was a small white object strung with a red ribbon.

"This?" The girl looked at her wrist. "A bone!"

"What bone?"

"Human bone!"

"Nonsense." This time, the woman didn't believe the girl either. "Why would you wear a bone like that?"

"Nothing, just a souvenir."

"By the way, why did you help me?"

"Well, I couldn't stand it! I've wanted to beat that bitch up for ages, always bullying people because she outnumbers me. But don't be afraid of her, she's the kind of person who only bullies the weak and fears the strong. If you're tougher than her, she won't dare mess with you."

"How do you know?"

"Look, she doesn't dare mess with me. I fought her when I first came in, and I almost smashed her head in. So now she avoids me. Besides, since we live in the same room, I have to protect you. Bullying you is bullying me. If she dares to mess with me, I'll cripple her. Does she really think I've never killed anyone before?"

"Forget it, it's nothing. Try to fight less in the future; it's not good to hurt yourself." The woman looked at the girl with concern.

The story goes back to a dozen hours earlier.

Every day at mealtime, the prisoners, led by the guards, would neatly enter the canteen to collect their food from the staff. The prison food wasn't great, mostly vegetarian, but each person received a piece of meat and a small chicken leg.

This noon, as everyone was receiving their food and preparing to eat, the last to enter was a woman in her thirties. Tall and beautiful, despite wearing prison clothes and a bare face, she exuded elegance and allure. Even as a prisoner, she walked with her head held high, her expression calm and dignified. Even the male guards couldn't help but cast admiring glances at her.

She had only entered the prison yesterday noon and knew nothing about anyone or anything here. In this prison, caution was paramount; otherwise, a single misstep could lead to disaster.

The woman took her food, found a quiet corner, and sat down to eat. At that moment, a female prisoner who had been watching the young woman from a table not far to her left glanced around warily, seemingly alert to something. After a short while, the female prisoner stood up and walked directly towards the young woman, circling behind her. The young woman was busy eating and didn't notice the change in her surroundings, let alone realize that someone was standing behind her. Suddenly, a pair of chopsticks brushed past her face and forked at the plate on the table, directly grabbing the chicken leg from the plate and pulling it away. Startled by this sudden change, the young woman immediately turned around and saw a woman holding what was once her chicken leg, glaring at her fiercely.

"You… what are you doing…" the young woman asked hurriedly.

"New here, don't you know the rules?"

"What...what rules?" The woman slightly raised her head and glanced to her right. The young woman looked in the direction she was being pointed to. A burly middle-aged woman was sitting at a table not far away, staring at her. Several female prisoners surrounded her, all looking at her with malicious eyes and strange smiles. "See that? Our Sister Tiger."

"Sister Tiger said that since you're new and don't know the rules, she won't make things difficult for you for now. She sent me to get it myself. Remember, from now on, you have to send meat over every day as a tribute, and go serve her immediately after you finish eating. Behave yourself, or you'll never have a good day." The female prisoner said in a low, harsh voice.

"What are you..."

"What? You're disobedient, aren't you? I'm warning you, don't regret it..." The female prisoner threw down these words and prepared to leave. The young woman didn't say anything more, just stared coldly at her back, expressionless.

"Hey... why is this fat woman eating so much? Are you in such a hurry to fatten her up and send her to the slaughterhouse?" Suddenly, a woman's soft voice came from behind the young woman. The voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely penetrating; almost all the prisoners heard it and looked in the direction of the voice. The young woman and the female prisoner from before also noticed and turned around to see a young girl sitting there. The young woman immediately recognized her as her cellmate; although they had shared a cell for a night, she hadn't spoken a word to her. The female prisoner, seeing the young girl, was also stunned, standing there staring blankly. The

young girl stood up and walked towards them, snatching the chicken leg from the female prisoner's hand and gently placing it back on the young woman's plate.

"What do you want?" The female prisoner seemed a little bewildered by having her chicken leg taken away.

"You want a beating, huh? Get the hell out of here!" The young woman glared at her fiercely, causing the female prisoner to run away in a panic. Seeing the female prisoner run away, the young girl continued striding towards the direction of the "tiger sister." Seeing the situation turning sour, the young woman feared that continuing like this might cause trouble. Besides, such a frail girl was like a lamb among wolves. She jumped up anxiously and stopped the girl, saying, "No! Forget it!" The young woman shook her head slightly.

"It's alright, don't worry about it, go back and eat!" The girl pulled away from the young woman's arm and turned to continue walking.

Tiger Sister, noticing the change in the situation, stood up and walked towards the girl, surrounded by a group of people. Soon, the two stood face to face, their eyes flashing with a fierce, combative light. The atmosphere instantly became tense, as if a fierce fight was about to break out. Facing the group of wolves-like women, the girl simply held her head high, her eyes firm and resolute, showing no fear, but rather a strong belief in victory.

"What do you want now?" After several seconds of staring at each other, Tiger Sister finally spoke.

Tiger Sister was the local bully in the women's prison. Taking advantage of her strength and size, she often bullied others. Soon, several other cowardly female inmates followed her, forming a small gang. They bullied newcomers, using Tiger Sister's power to their advantage.

"I don't want anything in return, but I suggest you lose some weight, so you don't end up being slaughtered so soon..." the girl retorted defiantly. Her words immediately enraged Tiger Sister. Her expression turned furious, and she shouted, "You bitch, what's it to you? Mind your own business!"

"Yeah! It's none of my business! You even want to meddle in my business? How annoying are you

, you fatso..." "What did you say? Say it again if you dare!" Tiger Sister hated being called fat, and the girl's words hit her sore spot, making her absolutely furious.

"What's wrong, fat woman? Fat... woman..." The girl repeated the word heavily, completely enraging Sister Tiger. She lost her temper and lunged at the girl like a giant meat bomb. The girl reacted with lightning speed, dodging Sister Tiger's attack and sending her sprawling to the ground, smashing the surrounding tables to pieces. Plates and leftover food spilled all over her, leaving her looking utterly disheveled.

"Sister Tiger... Sister Tiger!" Sister Tiger's henchmen, seeing their boss at a disadvantage, stood by anxiously shouting, but strangely, no one dared to help, seemingly hesitant, only daring to call out from the sidelines. "

I'll... you..." Sister Tiger roared, grabbing a spoon from the ground and lunging at the girl.

The girl dodged with incredible speed, but the attack was too sudden, and she couldn't dodge it in time. A flash of silver light appeared, and the girl's right arm, which she instinctively swung to block, was struck head-on by the spoon handle, almost embedding itself a millimeter or two deep. A trail of blood appeared where the spoon had struck, and a five-centimeter-long wound was now visible on the girl's right arm.

Tiger Sister tried to get up and continue attacking, but then she heard her henchmen scream in terror, "Watch out, Tiger Sister..." Before she could react, a huge black shadow flashed past, and a heavy object slammed into her head. She felt her brain explode, her vision blurred, and a surge of heat rushed from her head. She couldn't support herself and collapsed to the ground again.

"*** dares to curse me... dares to curse me..." Looking down at Tiger Sister, the girl held a steel chair in her hands—the very chair that had just struck Tiger Sister's head. "I'll teach you to curse... I'll teach you to curse..." the girl muttered, kicking Tiger Sister several times. She then threw the chair she was holding, slamming it down on Tiger Sister, before leaping forward and pinning her down.

With a "thud," the girl's petite body landed on Tiger Sister, bounced off her thick, elastic fat, and nearly fell to the side. Tiger Sister, momentarily stunned by the blow, lost her ability to react. When she regained her senses and tried to get up, she found the girl straddling her, slapping her bloodied face repeatedly.

"You fat bastard... you fat bastard..." the girl grabbed her hair and yanked it back, tilting her head back and shoving her forward. A loud "smack" echoed as the girl's shove and pull caused Tiger Sister's head to slam against the ground. This repeated several times, quickly leaving an oval-shaped patch of red blood on the ground where her head had been.

"What are you doing? Squat down, no fighting..." The fight between the two caused chaos at the scene. Almost everyone rushed over and formed a circle to watch excitedly, but no one dared to step forward to stop them, let alone help. Finally, the chaos attracted the attention of the prison guards on duty outside. After a few sharp whistles, several guards with batons rushed in. The surrounding prisoners, seeing the guards arrive, scattered alertly and squatted down on the ground, leaving only the messy scene of the fight.

"Stop! Stop!" the guards shouted repeatedly, but the girl was unmoved and continued to swing Tiger Sister's head like a hammer, smashing it against the ground. Seeing that their shouts were ineffective, the guards stepped forward to pull them apart, attempting to separate them.

Unfortunately, the girl, though petite, possessed immense strength. Her legs clamped tightly around Tiger's body like giant pincers, making it impossible for anyone to pull her apart. Finally, in desperation, the guard swung his baton and slammed it down on the girl's shoulder.

The sudden, intense pain caused the girl's body to instinctively recoil, the strength gathered in her legs instantly dissipating. She felt a tremendous force yank her from behind, lifting her into the air. Two prison guards used her to pull her off Tiger. But the girl persisted, wildly flailing in mid-air. Suddenly, she thrust her right leg forward, her foot slamming down like a hammer blow directly on Tiger's face. Tiger, already on the verge of death, had just had a chance to catch her breath when this sudden, powerful blow struck her face. Her eyes rolled back, and she lost consciousness completely…

Afterwards, Tiger was taken to the hospital. The young woman involved was confined for 24 hours, and the girl for 72 hours.

"You're pretty tough! Even that big Tiger Sister couldn't beat you."

"I told you she's just a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. There's nothing to be afraid of. Besides, I've been fighting since I was a kid, I'm not someone to be trifled with." the girl replied. "Actually, that's how it is here. If you're weak, everyone bullies you; if you're strong, everyone fears you. To survive here, fists are the most important thing. Do you know why none of her henchmen came to help during the fight?"

"Why?"

"They've learned their lesson! One of her henchmen was seriously injured by me before, and he's still lying in the hospital, haha..." the girl laughed proudly.

"You like fighting?"

"No!" the girl pouted angrily, "I hate fighting!"

"Then why..." This answer surprised the young woman.

"To protect myself." The girl's expression suddenly dimmed, and her tone became much lower. "This is the environment I've lived in since I was little. To prevent others from bullying me, I have to fight back..."

"Then you can be a leader like that Tiger Sister. If you're the leader, no one will dare to bully you."

"Heh, I have no interest. I hate bullying people weaker than me, so I got angry when I saw them bullying you today. If that were the case, wouldn't I be just as despicable as that Tiger Sister?"

"If you argue with petty people, you'll only become more petty yourself!" The girl's words shocked the young woman.

"By the way, why did you come in?" the young woman continued to ask.

"Prostitution, fighting, assault, sentenced to a year and a half, and I've been in here for more than half a year." The girl answered calmly, "And you?"

"Me? Like you, prostitution!"

"You?" The girl turned her head to look at the young woman, then turned back and shook her head, saying nothing.

"What's wrong?" the young woman asked when the girl didn't react.

"You don't look like it!"

"Why? Is there such a thing as 'looking like it'?" "

I noticed you as soon as you arrived yesterday. Your demeanor and conversation don't seem like those of people in our line of work."

"Hmph! Is appearance really that important?" the young woman scoffed. "Never judge a book by its cover. I've seen too many people whose appearance doesn't match their inner character. This world is full of wolves in sheep's clothing and sheep in wolves' clothing. Everyone lives behind a mask. The more noble a person appears on the outside, the more despicable their heart often is. After shedding that stinking skin, all that's left is a pile of filthy, rotting flesh and soul. Actually, I am a prostitute, just a little different from you."

"Hmm… I'm illiterate and don't understand what you're saying, but I really like what you're saying!"

"One day you will understand. Some people are impeccably dressed, yet worse than beasts; some are rude and vulgar, yet upright and honest."

"Are you talking about me?"

"Huh? Haha..." The girl's innocent and carefree manner made the young woman burst into laughter, abandoning her previous solemn and reserved demeanor. The girl then joined in the laughter, instantly shattering the slight barrier between them. The dark and cold confinement room instantly became warm and bright, filled with a strong sense of human warmth. Two lonely hearts were now completely united.

Chapter 10

If miracles truly exist in this world, then for Xia Ming, Sister Yu's urine was the greatest miracle. It miraculously controlled the urinary urgency that had tormented Xia Ming for so long. Drinking that small cup of urine, a warm sensation instantly spread throughout Xia Ming's body, rapidly infusing every blood vessel and every cell. This indescribable feeling of pleasure instantly relieved Xia Ming, dispelling the intense craving for urine that had been building up inside him.

However, just like the prostitute's urine he had sought before, Sister Yu's urine only had a temporary effect on Xia Ming's strange ailment. Every so often, Xia Ming would experience a renewed, intense craving for urine. Only Yu Jie's urine possessed the magical power to suppress this urge. He initially thought Yu Jie's urine, like that of prostitutes, would lose its effectiveness with time and frequency. However, after observing her for over half a year, he discovered that Yu Jie's urine maintained a consistently good therapeutic effect, becoming increasingly pronounced with each use. But this also brought a side effect: Xia Ming began to develop a dependence on Yu Jie's urine, and this dependence became increasingly frequent. Six months ago, drinking it once every two weeks was sufficient; two months ago, it became necessary every week or so; now, Xia Ming needs to drink Yu Jie's urine every three to five days, otherwise he experiences unbearable withdrawal symptoms, and no matter whose urine he drinks, it has no effect. This was something neither Xia Ming nor Yu Jie had anticipated.

This was destiny! The various experiences of this period convinced Xia Ming of this—it was destined that Yu Jie would save his soul, control his body, and rule his life. During his six-month recovery period, Xia Ming entrusted all company affairs to Sister Yu, no longer focusing on business matters. Aside from occasionally attending nominal company events, he mainly stayed home doing the work that had traditionally belonged to Sister Yu.

Then one day, a sudden and devastating piece of news shattered this peaceful situation.

That evening, Xia Ming stayed in Sister Yu's room as usual, cleaning it while she was at the company. This was his daily routine. Previously, Sister Yu never allowed servants into her room, handling all personal hygiene herself. Now, with Sister Yu busy managing the business, these tasks naturally fell to Xia Ming. To ensure Sister Yu had a comfortable and cozy environment when she returned from work, he always strived to keep the not-so-luxurious room spotless.

Just after seven o'clock, Xia Ming heard a series of familiar footsteps coming from the stairs outside. "Tap! Tap! Tap!" The crisp sound of high heels striking the solid wood floor of the stairs grew louder, triggering every sensitive nerve in Xia Ming's body.

Xia Ming took out the slippers he had prepared and ran to the door, kneeling behind it. Sure enough, the door opened quickly, and Sister Yu stood there, looking exhausted. Usually, at this time, Sister Yu would instinctively lift her feet, letting Xia Ming take off her high heels, put on slippers, and then he would crawl to the sofa, using his mouth to soothe her feet and relieve the fatigue from a long day's work.

But today, Sister Yu's face was grave. She ignored Xia Ming kneeling at her feet, walked straight past him, put down what she was holding, and stood by the window, staring silently at the gray sky outside.

"What's wrong, Sister Yu?" Xia Ming immediately noticed that Sister Yu was acting strangely today. He quickly closed the door, stood up, and walked to Sister Yu's side, asking kindly.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Xiao Ming!" Sister Yu turned and stared at Xia Ming for a moment. "Sit down, Sister Yu has something to tell you!"

"Oh, okay!" Xia Ming obediently sat down on the sofa.

"Xiaoming." Sister Yu walked over and stood beside him, gently pressing her hand on his head. "Do you miss your sister?"

"Of course I do!" Xia Ming thought about how long it had been since he'd seen his sister.

"If, I mean if..." Sister Yu paused to emphasize, "What if something happened to your sister..."

"Sister? She... what happened to her..." Sister Yu's question gave Xia Ming a very bad feeling. "Could it be... sister... something happened to her..." Thinking this, Xia Ming jumped up, his eyes fixed on Sister Yu. Although he hadn't had much contact with his sister growing up, and their relationship wasn't particularly deep, she was, after all, Xia Ming's only family in this world. This blood-related bond was irreplaceable by any other emotion.

"Don't worry, listen to what Sister Yu has to say."

"Sister Yu, please tell me! What happened to my sister?" The calmer Sister Yu was, the more anxious Xia Ming became, his eyes almost welling up with tears.

“It’s like this. Six months ago, we sent people abroad to find your sister and ask her to come back to manage the company. But at that time, we had actually lost contact with her. Because she had previously sent us a message saying that communication in that country was extremely inconvenient due to infrastructure and other reasons, we didn’t consider other possibilities. In addition, you weren’t feeling well at the time, and we were afraid that hearing this news would make you overthink and affect your health, so we didn’t tell you.”

“But not long ago, our people sent out sent back news: Six months ago, shortly after she last contacted us, a civil war broke out in the African country where your sister was located. Warlords and tribal forces broke out, and since then, that country has blocked some information from the outside world. This time, we learned through the Chinese embassies of neighboring countries that the area where your sister operates mines is the most intense part of this war. Now, that area is completely cut off from the outside world. Our people tried many methods but failed to find out any news about your sister, so…” Sister Yu paused for a moment and continued, “We also considered it carefully and felt that we could no longer hide it from you at this point. At the same time, we also wanted to give you some mental preparation. Whether your sister is safe or not, you must be strong…”

"Sister... Sister, she really is..." Xia Ming was already sobbing uncontrollably. Tears of sorrow welled up in his eyes and fell down his cheeks like a broken beaded curtain. In an instant, the small patch of floor where he was standing was soaked with tears, forming a shallow puddle that reflected Xia Ming's face, which was distorted by grief.

"No, we've only lost contact for now. It's not yet definitively confirmed whether she's alive or dead..." Sister Yu paused, afraid of triggering Xia Ming's sensitive nerves again. She waited until Xia Ming's emotions had calmed slightly before continuing, "Without definite news, everything is still unknown. We've received information that neither side in this conflict is specifically targeting foreign investment projects, so your sister's chances of survival are still very high. We're doing our best; we won't give up as long as there's hope. So I hope you can hold on now. At this moment, you are the only pillar of the Xia family. If even you... the Xia family will collapse..."

"I... I understand, Sister Yu, I will be strong. I'm not the ignorant Xia Ming I used to be. I've lost my parents since I was little, and I've also lost my grandfather. I can't lose my sister too, and I can't lose you. Sister Yu, you must find a way... you must save my sister..." Xia Ming's legs went weak, and he knelt at Sister Yu's feet, clutching her calves tightly. Tears streamed down his face, soaking Sister Yu's stockings and leaving streaks.

"Xiao Ming..." Sister Yu couldn't suppress her emotions either, tears streaming down her face. She knelt down and pulled Xia Ming into her arms, letting him cry freely and release his grief.

"Be good, Sister Yu is right here with you. Sister Yu won't leave you, she'll never leave you..." Regardless of his strength, this devastating news dealt an even heavier blow to Xia Ming's already fragile mind and body, and he soon succumbed to illness once again, confined to his bed. News of Xia Ming's critical condition spread quickly, and rumors spread like a plague throughout the Xia family, plunging the once orderly household into chaos. Beset by internal and external troubles, Sister Yu resolutely decided to temporarily entrust the company affairs to her trusted confidantes and return to the Xia residence to take full charge.

Fortunately, after six months of dismal management by Sister Yu, the company's situation gradually stabilized and wouldn't have a significant impact on the situation for the time being. Therefore, the situation was soon brought under control, and the Xia family quickly returned to its former peace. Two months later, Xia Ming's health gradually improved, but there was still no news from his sister. Although he pleaded with Yu Jie not to give up the search, he knew the hope was too slim, and the real bad news was only a matter of time.

The dark cave was eerie and terrifying, filled with an unpleasant stench. A chill trembled slightly with the dripping sound of water, which felt like fine threads drilling into every pore of his body, as if piercing his internal organs with sharp knives.

It was pitch black, so deep that he couldn't see the bottom. Xia Ming carefully moved forward, his hands pressed tightly against the moss-covered stone walls as he shuffled across the uneven ground.

"Where am I? How did I get here?" Xia Ming's mind went blank. His soft mutterings quickly spread through the cave, reflecting off the layers of stone walls, growing louder and louder until they transformed into a long, thin scream that stretched into the cavern before fading into the air.

Suddenly, a white dot appeared in the distance, flickering like a firefly's glow, floating eerily in the air. The light before him finally gave Xia Ming hope to continue. Whatever it was, behind him was only emptiness, and ahead lay a bottomless path.

As he quickened his pace, the dot grew larger and more distinct. Finally, several beams of light focused on the depths of the cave, where, beneath a moss-covered stone wall, a withered, emaciated body was locked away. Judging from her figure, it appeared to be a girl. Disheveled hair cascaded down her drooping head, obscuring her face. Several iron chains firmly bound her limbs and neck, the other end of which was fixed to the stone wall.

The girl remained motionless, like a statue, her stillness terrifying.

"Who are you? Where is this? Why are you here?" Xia Ming asked, his voice trembling as he tried to muster his strength.

The girl remained motionless, like a statue. After a long standoff, Xia Ming decided to take a few steps closer to see what was going on. He moved slowly, inching closer to the girl. Finally, after a tense struggle, he reached her side. Xia Ming slowly crouched down, staring intently at the girl's face hidden by her hair.

"Who...are you..." Xia Ming asked again, but the girl still didn't respond. So, Xia Ming reached out, attempting to brush aside the hair in front of her.

Suddenly, the girl's statue-like body moved violently, her head snapping back with lightning speed, the hair whipping up to reveal her true face beneath. It was a nearly deathly pale face, devoid of any color, with prominent, jagged cheekbones and deep-set, blood-red eyes. The face stared directly at Xia Ming, its wide-open mouth emitting a low growl, as if trying to say something, but only able to utter a sound like that of a wild beast.

That face, that strange yet familiar face, that face so strikingly similar to Xia Ming's—Xia Yan's face.

A sudden terror paralyzed Xia Ming. He tried to retreat, but his limbs wouldn't obey him; he wanted to roar, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with something hard, each effort causing sharp pain. Blood began to gush from Xia Yan's eyes, quickly staining her entire face crimson. Her gaping mouth split open from her cheeks to the back of her head, her entire head appearing as if severed, forming a massive black hole at the mouth. The black hole grew larger and larger, until it became an endless black void, seemingly about to devour Xia Ming.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" After a scream, Xia Ming abruptly opened his eyes. There was nothing before him; the cave was gone, the girl was gone, and Xia Yan's terrifying bloodshot eyes were gone too. Only the familiar room and its furnishings remained. When he woke up, Xia Ming found himself sitting on the bed, panting heavily, his entire body covered in a layer of icy, bone-chilling sweat.

"Sister! Sister!" Since hearing that news, Xia Ming had lost count of how many times he had had this dream. Was it just because of his grief, or was the dream truly a premonition? However, a telepathic connection based on blood ties made Xia Ming firmly believe that his sister was not dead, and that this dream might be a clue and direction sent to him by his sister to find her.

Thinking of this, Xia Ming couldn't fall back asleep. Frustrated, he decided to get up and go for a walk to relieve his depressed mood. He pushed open the door and stepped out of the room into complete darkness. The light in Yu Jie's room across the hall was off; it was past two in the morning, and Yu Jie was probably already asleep. After walking a few steps, he suddenly saw his sister Xia Yan's room not far ahead.

Xia Ming stepped to the door, reached out and gently twisted the latch. The door wasn't locked; the lock opened easily. Xia Ming then realized that although he had been back for so long and experienced so many things, big and small, he hadn't entered this room. Now, thinking back, his sister's fate was unknown. Xia Ming was filled with regret, a wave of pain washing over him. Involuntarily, he pushed forward, and with a creak, the door opened.

Everything in the room was still so familiar, not much different from how he remembered it. The furnishings were fresh and elegant, seemingly casual yet meticulously planned. Because no one had been here for so long, the room was covered with a thick layer of dust. He sat quietly on the sofa for a while, looking at the changed table, chair, bed, and cabinet. Scenes of him playing here with his sister as a child flashed before his eyes like movie clips.

Suddenly, a familiar item on the cabinet in front of him caught Xia Ming's attention. He immediately got up, went over, and took it down. Holding the item in his hands, a familiar, long-lost feeling immediately welled up in his heart.

This is an exquisite wooden music box, entirely handmade, about ten centimeters tall, shaped like a small windmill. There are three buttons on the back; by pressing different buttons and winding the spring, three different tunes will play as the windmill spins.

This was a gift he gave to his older sister when they were children, and it was the only gift he ever gave her. Xia Ming tried to wind the spring but found the spring was blocked and wouldn't turn. After two unsuccessful attempts, he gave up.

There was an even more important reason he chose it as a gift: the windmill contained a hidden mechanism. Pressing all three buttons simultaneously would loosen and pop out a small drawer on the base, revealing a tiny space inside, perfect for hiding small items. As children, they often wrote their thoughts on paper and placed them inside, waiting for each other to open it—a secret between the siblings, unknown to anyone else.

He thought the memories had faded with time, but seeing this object brought them back to mind, evoking a flood of emotions.

Thinking of this, Xia Ming unconsciously straightened the windmill so that the button side faced him, and pressed the three buttons on the back with several fingers at the same time. With a "click!", the drawer on the base opened, and a small yellow object sprang out, floated twice in the air, and gently landed on the ground at Xia Ming's feet.

Chapter 11

He bent down to pick up the fallen object and examined it in his hands. It was a small, folded piece of paper, made of very ordinary draft paper. Judging from the paper's texture and feel, it seemed quite old, brittle and yellowed, and could easily be torn apart with the slightest force.

"How did a piece of paper end up here?" Xia Ming wondered to himself. Only he and his sister knew about this little hidden compartment… Driven by intense curiosity, Xia Ming carefully picked up the paper and unfolded it, afraid of damaging it by using too much force. Upon opening the paper, a line of small print immediately came into view.

The neat and elegant handwriting of "Danger, Escape, Stay Away from Jade, b105" clearly belonged to a woman. While not illegible, the writing and the connected strokes suggested the author had written these words in a great hurry. Under the lamplight, Xia Ming noticed a short horizontal line following the number "5," so faint it was almost invisible. It seemed the author had something else to write but stopped abruptly, hiding the note in a small compartment. In

the lower right corner, Xia Ming saw something that surprised him most: a small symbol consisting of two simple figures connected together. "Sister..." Xia Ming exclaimed with joy, "This is my sister...it must be my sister!" This was a symbol he and his sister had created as children, the two figures representing him and his sister. No one else understood it except his sister. How could he not be incredibly excited to see this symbol drawn on paper?

"Danger...who's in danger? Is it my sister, or myself? Escape? Get away from Yu? What is Yu? Could it be...Sister Yu? Get away from Yu...why get away from Sister Yu? My sister's disappearance and Sister Yu..." Thinking this, a chilling cold instantly swept over Xia Ming, and a deep-seated fear welled up within him. Suddenly, Xia Ming's mind went blank, goosebumps rose all over his body, and he trembled uncontrollably, unable to calm himself no matter how hard he tried.

"Could it be...my sister came back halfway and left this note to remind me?" Xia Ming thought, but quickly dismissed the idea. "If my sister really came back, she wouldn't need to do it this way. Even if she wanted to hide from Sister Yu, there were many other ways to see me. Leaving a note to give me clues is like taking a huge risk. But if it really was my sister, when exactly did she leave this note..." More and more questions bombarded Xia Ming's brain like cannonballs, leaving him in extreme confusion and unable to sort out his thoughts.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Xia Ming's mind like a fleeting white horse galloping past a crack in the wall. Though it moved incredibly fast, Xia Ming immediately grasped it. "B105...B105..." The number was very familiar; Xia Ming was certain he had seen it somewhere before, but his mind was in a state of chaos, various chaotic thoughts occupying his brain, making it impossible for him to recall.

"B105...B105..." Xia Ming took a deep breath, repeating the number silently, trying to calm himself and guide his thoughts towards B105. Finally, when a clearer thought flashed through Xia Ming's mind, a stronger chill ran through him, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"B105...Could it be..." Xia Ming finally remembered the origin of B105, "B105 in the basement of the Ren'ai Orphanage?" Thinking this, Xia Ming blurted it out.

"Could my sister be in B105, or is there something she wants me to know...? What's in B105?" Thinking of this, and recalling Yu Jie's overreaction when he mentioned B105 that night, Xia Ming realized one thing: Yu Jie was inextricably linked to his sister's disappearance, and there was something in B105 that Yu Jie was desperately trying to hide from him. This was a huge mystery, or rather, a huge deception, so vast that Xia Ming couldn't see even a glimpse of the truth. He was right in the middle of this enormous mystery and deception, surrounded by layers of fog, unable to find a way out.

All the doubts, all the mysteries, could probably only be answered in B105. And the following days of covert investigation revealed a startling fact that further convinced Xia Ming: almost no one in the entire Xia family knew of Xia Yan's existence. Back at the company, he secretly reviewed the files but found no record of Xia Yan; even some employees had never heard of her. If the servants and company employees at the Xia residence are all recent additions, then it is certain that... Xia Yan, the older sister, had already disappeared several years ago.

For several sleepless nights, his mind was consumed by thoughts of B105 and how to enter it. He absolutely couldn't let Sister Yu know about this. If he were seen at the orphanage, someone would immediately notify Sister Yu. The only way now was to sneak in. There was only one key to B105, and it was on Sister Yu. Asking her directly was impossible. Stealing it wouldn't work either; if the key was discovered missing, it would only arouse her suspicion…

A week later, with the help of a friend in the US, Xia Ming bought something from America—a special solid glue. This glue had strong sensitivity and plasticity, often used in aerospace and specialized industries. Objects that came into contact with it left extremely clear and detailed marks on their surfaces, and were not easily deformed. He believed he could use this glue to obtain a mold of the key and remake it.

Two days later, taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, Xia Ming secretly found the brass key in Sister Yu's bag and successfully copied it.

In the dead of night, Xia Ming drove alone on a secluded road to the Ren'ai Orphanage. A small cloth bag on the passenger seat was filled with tools and supplies he had prepared for any unforeseen circumstances, including weapons. Everything he had discovered in the past few days had completely shattered his trust and perception of everyone around him. The whole world seemed like a giant deception; the only real person was himself.

Everything was being done in secret.

When he was about a kilometer from the orphanage, to avoid being seen and revealing his location, Xia Ming parked the car in a forest at the foot of a mountain and made simple markings.

The mountain path was extremely difficult to traverse, with jagged rocks and uneven surfaces. Accustomed to the concrete roads of the city, he felt his feet aching after only a few steps on this path, but he gritted his teeth and endured the pain for more than ten minutes before finally reaching the high wall surrounding the Ren'ai Orphanage.

During his visit to the orphanage that day, Xia Ming noticed a section of the back wall that had collapsed due to years of disrepair and heavy rain, making it much shorter than the surrounding walls. After walking a few steps outside the wall, Xia Ming quickly found the section. He remembered suggesting to the director that the wall be repaired, and now he was glad the director hadn't taken his advice.

Taking a climbing rope from his bag and tying a slipknot, he aimed at a protruding sharp rock on the wall, swung the rope a few times, and then used centrifugal force to throw it out. The rope loop at one end landed precisely on the rock. With a strong pull, the slipknot tightened sharply, securing the rope firmly to the stone. Xia Ming pulled the rope a few more times, feeling it was secure, before gripping it tightly and leaping up the wall. He unexpectedly found his rock climbing skills from his time in America useful. Although his physical abilities were noticeably different now, climbing this short section of the wall was still no problem for Xia Ming.

Two minutes later, Xia Ming had climbed to the top of the wall. Standing on the wall, he cautiously peered inside. No one was there; it was quiet. Directly below the wall was a pile of garbage, less than a person's height from the top, so it was easy to climb even without a rope. After observing for a while to confirm there was no danger, Xia Ming flipped over, grabbed the edge of the wall with both hands, and slowly leaned down. Feeling the distance was right, he let go, pushed off slightly, and leaped, landing steadily on the garbage pile, successfully entering the orphanage.

He jumped down from the garbage pile, turned left, went around a clump of trees, and a short distance ahead was the side gate. The side gate was mostly used for transporting supplies, so it was usually unlocked. Xia Ming still cautiously looked around for a while before running towards the side gate with peace of mind. Just as he was about to turn inside the side gate, suddenly, a bright light shone out from the passageway inside the side gate, grazing Xia Ming's nose and shining directly onto the outer wall opposite the side gate. Xia Ming jerked his legs back, stopping abruptly and nearly losing his balance. Luckily, a protruding doorpost stopped him, allowing him to regain his footing. Had he been a fraction of a second earlier, he would have been exposed to the blinding light.

Soon, footsteps echoed from the inner passage, particularly loud in the quiet night. Xia Ming quickly shifted his body to the side, frantically glancing left and right. He spotted a row of flowerbeds behind him against the wall, planted with waist-high shrubs—perfect for hiding. He immediately and stealthily slipped into the bushes and crouched down, peering through the gaps in the branches. Almost simultaneously, two women, one tall and one short, emerged from the side passage, each carrying a flashlight. They stood at the side doorway, their backs to Xia Ming, without moving further.

At that moment, Xia Ming was less than half a meter away from where they were standing.

The two women stood there motionless for a long time, shivering in the biting wind, their breath steaming in the cold air.

"Got a cigarette?" the taller woman asked. The shorter woman took a cigarette from her pocket and offered it to her. The taller woman took it, lit it, and took a deep drag before slowly exhaling, satisfied.

"It's really cold!" After finishing her cigarette, a gust of cold wind blew into her throat, making her cough uncomfortably for a while before finally calming down. She could only complain, "Damn it, I have to patrol in this freezing weather."

"What? When I see you eating and drinking well and acting all high and mighty, you never say that. Now you feel unlucky?" the shorter woman sneered.

"How have I been bullying you? How have I been living the high life?" the woman said, sounding a bit indignant. "Look at us, we have to train, guard, and discipline—we do all the big and small things. Every year, so much money the hospital makes goes into the pockets of the madam and the director; we only get a small share of the hard-earned money. If anything goes wrong, we're the ones who bear the consequences."

"Come on! I've never seen you do much work, but when there's something to be gained, you're the first to grab it. I don't

even like talking to you about it," the shorter woman continued. "That virgin we caught last week, you ruined him, didn't you?" "Hey! Don't talk nonsense!" The taller woman immediately stopped the shorter woman, covering her mouth with her hand to prevent her from continuing. She looked around warily before whispering, "Don't say things like that!"

"Tch, you did it but you're too ashamed to admit it! Do you think I don't know you? I saw you take him to the torture chamber with my own eyes that day, and I examined him myself afterwards. Don't forget what I used to do; I can tell at a glance whether someone's been defiled. Tell me… if the warden finds out about this, you'll be in big trouble!"

"Oh, my dear sister, please don't tell anyone! It's a matter of life and death…" The tall woman's attitude changed completely, her face beaming as she pleaded.

"Alright, alright, what kind of relationship do we have? Just treat me to dinner another day!" the short woman replied. "A person should be grateful and repay kindness. You should do what you're supposed to do, and stop complaining so much. Think about it, when you got out of prison, you were destitute. If it weren't for Madam taking pity on you and taking you in, would you be where you are today?"

"Yes!" The tall woman remained silent.

"You haven't been here long enough to know, but our Madam is a remarkable person. Follow her well, and she won't treat you badly," the short woman continued.

“Look at the dean, he became dean in his early twenties, how impressive! If only I could be dean someday…” The tall woman looked up at the sky, her expression full of longing.

“With your pathetic attitude, you think you can be dean? Give me a break, you’re not destined for it!”

“Why not? Why not?” the tall woman retorted.

“Do you know what the dean used to do?” the short woman said in a low voice, her face full of mystery.

“What?”

“A prostitute!”

“What?” the tall woman exclaimed in surprise, “Don’t talk nonsense! What if the dean hears this…”

"Why would I lie to you?" The shorter woman glanced at her, her face full of disdain. "Last time a friend of mine came to visit, he saw the director and thought she looked familiar. My friend used to work in nightclubs, and he recognized the director as someone who used to work as a hostess... Later I found out..." The shorter woman looked around, "I heard the director used to be a rich heiress."

"Then how could she..."

"How would I know..." The shorter woman resented her interruption and glared at her. "I heard her family had a bad accident and fell on hard times, so she had no choice but to work as a hostess in a nightclub. Later, somehow she became the director here. So, it really depends on fate. We don't have that kind of fate, so we should just work honestly! But I'm only telling you this, if the director hears this..." The shorter woman winked at her and didn't continue.

"Let's go, it's so late, let's go home and sleep early. I'm so sleepy..." After saying that, the two walked down the steps towards the front courtyard and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

After the woman left, Xia Ming hid in the bushes for a while longer. Making sure no one else was coming, he got up, slipped through the side door, and ran quickly inside. About fifty meters down the side passage, a left turn led to the basement door. It was already past 2 AM. Xia Ming took out a flashlight from his bag, turned it on, and felt his way down the stairs.

The entire basement was almost identical to his last visit. Having learned from his previous experience, Xia Ming quickly found B105 and immediately took out his key, slowly inserting it into the lock. He didn't open the door immediately, took a deep breath, and turned the key.

"Click!" The key turned successfully, a crisp metallic clang echoing—the lock was open.

The scene behind the door greatly disappointed Xia Ming. Contrary to his countless expectations, the other side was empty. The entire room was deserted, except for a few strands of straw and trash on the floor, and billowing dust rising with each step; there was almost no sign of anyone having lived there.

"How could this be? There's nothing here!" Xia Ming thought to himself. "Why did my sister leave clues to guide me here? Could it be that the B105 she pointed to isn't here? Or is there some other mechanism here?" Thinking this, Xia Ming turned and gently closed the iron door of the cellar. Using his flashlight, he carefully searched the walls and all around the room. To avoid missing any clues, he searched meticulously, checking every brick and every crevice.

Finally, half an hour later, a stone brick in the corner of the cellar wall felt loose when tapped. Xia Ming immediately raised his flashlight and carefully examined the brick and its surroundings. He discovered that the soil in the cracks of the brick was quite loose, as if someone had poked it with a thin object, causing the brick to loosen without the binding force of the surrounding soil. Xia Ming tried to pull the brick out by hand, but the joints were quite tight, making it difficult. He took out a key and carefully inserted it into the surrounding gaps, removing the dirt bit by bit. Using leverage, he pried the brick out a small section with the key, then pulled it out easily.

There seemed to be another space inside the wall where the brick had been removed. Xia Ming lay down and used his flashlight to peer inside. It was narrow but not deep; the brick surfaces were clearly visible in the light. There was nothing inside, but below the parallel brick surface, there seemed to be a hollow space, though he couldn't see it from the angle.

Xia Ming got up and tried to reach inside to see what was there. The narrow gaps between the bricks were only wide enough for one hand. He reached in and touched the innermost brick surface, so he continued to push his hand in a little further, leaving enough space to probe downwards. Suddenly, Xia Ming felt a tremor in his fingertips, a strange sensation spreading rapidly throughout his body. In this state, this subtle touch made him feel as if he had been electrocuted, causing his entire body to shudder involuntarily. There

really was something hidden inside.

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