[Urban] Nongyu (Complete) - 6

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In the fourth section, after the initial shock of the reunion with old friends,

Zhao Xinrui, still somewhat confused, asked me, "You want my eyes and ears?" She

looked at me strangely.

Instead of answering, I asked, "Tell me about your classmates and friends, just to have a chat."

As I asked, my hands began to wander over her body.

Zhao Xinrui was completely bewildered. If I were gathering information with a specific goal in mind, I should have gotten straight to the point. Why beat around the bush like this? This person was going to such lengths to blackmail her, clearly with a strong purpose, and didn't seem to just want to know the general situation.

Her body was itchy and numb from my touch, but she could still tolerate this intrusion. Regardless, she still had to answer the question: "My classmates? I have many classmates, which one are you asking about? As for my friends, I… I don't have many friends!"

She lowered her head, seemingly ashamed.

Now I could roughly outline this girl's psychological state and thought process. A young girl from a rural village, from a family with limited means, studied diligently for over a decade under immense pressure, including from her family, and finally gained admission to a reputable university. However, university life wasn't as idyllic as she had imagined. Surrounded by the novel urban environment and the incongruous crowd, she felt like an outsider. Perhaps many didn't see her that way, but shaped by external circumstances, she had come to understand herself that way. To achieve psychological balance, she resorted to selling her body to satisfy her terrifying vanity, and more importantly, to balance the deep-seated sense of inferiority. But these were merely superficial appearances. Although she could now wear designer clothes and watches, and no longer had to squeeze onto buses but could take taxis, her deep-seated inferiority complex remained undiminished. Instead, it had distorted into anger, contempt, and even hatred towards those around her, especially those who could live a comfortable life without any effort. How could someone with such a personality have friends? How could she possibly take the initiative to get close to others?

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but sigh. Alas, I was the same way. Only my experiences were more complex and heartbreaking, which shaped me into who I am today.

Of course, these thoughts were only in my mind; not a trace of melancholy or pity showed on my face. "Since that's the case, tell me about your roommates, anything is fine."

As I spoke, I slipped my hand under her shirt from her waist, fondling her breasts through her bra.

Zhao Xinrui leaned back under my weight, quickly bracing herself on the bed with one hand, while the other hand covered my unruly hand through her clothes, but she didn't dare to stop me too much, only letting my hand slowly move across her chest. "Um...no...I...there are six people in our room. There's one named Liu Yue, a local who lives nearby and doesn't live in the dorms all year round. Then there's Yan Mengzhi, Li Yue'e, Chen Jing, Jiang Shan, and me. Oh...gently!"

It turned out that my fingernails, which were rubbing her nipples inside her bra, had hurt her.

At this moment, I was half-pressed down on her, one hand constantly playing with her nipples, the other hand reaching under the back of her denim shorts to gently tease that sexy little mole, and rubbing the hard thing between my legs against her smooth calves. While playing with her, I asked, "Among these people, are there any you're relatively close to?"

At this point, Zhao Xinrui couldn't take my pressure anymore and collapsed onto the bed. Her curled-up knees were pressing against my crotch, making me even more excited. At the same time, my fingers, which were inserted into her buttocks, kept darting downwards, almost touching her alluring anus. The heat from her cleft traveled directly to my brain through my fingers.

Zhao Xinrui also felt her sensitive areas so close, her delicate body trembling and her breathing becoming heavier. One hand still rested weakly on the back of my hand that was violating her chest, while the other hand gently stroked my upper body. "Uh... um... if we're talking about someone I'm a little closer to, it should be Jiang Shan."

As she spoke, she seemed to lift her buttocks slightly, as if to give my fingers that were violating her anus more space to achieve their purpose. With a dazed look in her eyes, she added, "Actually... Jiang Shan is very easygoing. She... she gets along well with everyone. We wouldn't call ourselves close friends."

I could feel the polyps deep in her buttocks wriggling little by little, while her jade-like hand that was resting on my chest was slowly moving down, passing over my lower abdomen and waistband, and was touching my penis. I realized she seemed to be intentionally seducing me. Whatever the reason, I couldn't let her succeed. I immediately suppressed my rising lust, pinched and squeezed her breasts and anus with both hands, then immediately released her, turned around, lit a cigarette, and continued to ask, "Does Jiang Shan have a boyfriend? What's her family situation like? What does she usually do at school?"

Freed from my grasp, Zhao Xinrui's hand, which had been reaching for my crotch, moved forward slightly before falling back onto the bed. She lay flat on her back, breathing a little rapidly, her pretty face slightly flushed, her chest rising and falling. I didn't know if she was aroused by me, disappointed that I wasn't swayed by her teasing, or at a loss because her seductive tricks had been exposed.

After a long pause, she finally answered slowly, "I really don't know much about her family situation. We never talked about it when we were together. She doesn't do anything special at school. She just goes to class, studies, eats, and sleeps like us. In her spare time, she might read magazines or listen to music. As for a boyfriend, she probably doesn't have one. I've never heard her mention it, and I've never seen her particularly happy or sad. She always eats with her classmates and has never stayed out overnight..."

Seeing me staring at her intently, she asked, "What, do you know her?"

I chuckled inwardly. This girl judged others by her own standards, thinking that having a boyfriend meant you should flaunt it everywhere, be inseparable, be affectionate all the time, and even occasionally live together and enjoy sex. In my opinion, Jiang Shan was definitely not that flamboyant or avant-garde. Even if she met someone she liked and they fell in love, she would be very low-key. So I didn't really believe Zhao Xinrui's words. But deep down, I so hoped she was telling the truth. My lovely Jiang Shan, your sexual journey is waiting for me to begin.

My mind was filled with the beautiful image of that sweet, jade-like girl in my arms. It wasn't until much later that I noticed Zhao Xinrui still looking at me with a questioning gaze. Only then did I reply, "Oh, no, I was just asking casually."

I knew that Zhao Xinrui's cleverness wouldn't allow this evasion, but I also trusted she wouldn't dare press further.

Next, I asked for some more details and discovered that Zhao Xinrui indeed didn't know much about Jiang Shan, so I stopped there.

Seeing that I couldn't get anything more out of her, I stood up and said, "You'll be living and eating with Jiang Shan, so you need to keep a close eye on her situation. I'll give you a few days to find out about her family and current living conditions. You need to report back to me in a couple of days..."

Seeing her obediently nod in agreement, I asked again, "By the way, do you have a cell phone?"

This was only 2001, and a considerable number of people still didn't have mobile phones, especially students like us. Having a pager was already considered a luxury. To my surprise, Zhao Xinrui nodded, "Yes, I do..." She then

pulled a purplish-red flip Motorola from her bag, saying, "I just bought it a couple of days ago."

I chuckled, "Hehe, just bought it!"

She understood what I meant, and then, remembering my earlier harsh words calling her cheap and selling her body for material enjoyment, her pretty face flushed.

There was no need for me to humiliate her further, so I said nothing more, picked up her phone, entered my number, and only returned it to her after it rang. "Save my number safe. Don't let me lose track of you, or you know the consequences!"

Zhao Xinrui nodded obediently and put her phone back in her bag.

Actually, I have her completely under my control now, or at least that's what she thinks. Therefore, she'll do anything for me as long as it doesn't threaten her reputation or personal safety. She probably wouldn't dare refuse to be my sex slave even if I asked, let alone a simple spying operation. This is exactly as I promised—no danger, no legal violations, and it won't even touch Zhao Xinrui's already low moral standards.

I pulled my wallet out from behind my back, took out two thousand yuan, and threw it in front of her: "Take this. I'll reward you

if you do a good job." I didn't need to mention the serious consequences if she didn't do a good job.

When I realized she was selling herself purely for money, I was determined to buy her off with money.

More importantly, I wanted her to know that I wasn't someone who coveted petty gains; I was willing to pay any price for my goals. This was also a subtle threat, because only those who know how to give have desires, and when their desires are ultimately unfulfilled, they will never give up easily.

Sure enough, Zhao Xinrui hurriedly gathered twenty hundred-yuan bills, hesitated for a moment while looking at me, and then stuffed them into her bag. "If I get things done for you, can you give me back the tape?"

This was what she cared about more, but the so-called tape didn't exist.

I smiled. "I won't give you the tape. I have many other things for you to do. But don't worry, this thing is useless to me. If you behave, I definitely won't use it to make things difficult for you!"

Zhao Xinrui got the answer she had long expected but least wanted to be, and her mind was blank. While she was still pondering, she suddenly felt a hand lift her chin, and she involuntarily stood up slowly with the strength of the hand.

I used my bent index finger to lift her small face and gently kissed the tip of her nose. "Okay, you can go now!"

What could she say at this point? She could only bite her lower lip and turn to walk towards the door. As she reached for the door, my voice rang out again: "I'll keep quiet about what happened today!"

Zhao Xinrui understood that I meant not only the promise I made to her in our deal, but also that she shouldn't reveal my investigation into Jiang Shan. She didn't reply, slowly opened the door, walked out, and gently closed it behind her.

After she left, I collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily, chain-smoking, my mind in turmoil.

The reasons are multifaceted: First, I never expected Zhao Xinrui to be so difficult to deal with. Her seemingly genuine yet deceptive conversation almost evoked my sympathy, causing me to lose the initiative for a time. Second, I was finally able to control the situation entirely thanks to calm analysis and judgment, as well as fabricated deception. It was truly fraught with danger, much like a single bet on big or small in a gambling game where the outcome is decided in a split second—either a resounding victory or a complete and utter defeat, which was truly suffocating. Third, I was finally able to establish an information channel, with my central nervous system on one end and the beautiful woman of my dreams on the other. This expectation was like a faint light in the distance in the dead of night in the deep mountains. Finally, I saw my true nature once again. Although Zhao Xinrui's actions had a shameful side, they were also not without bitterness. However, I ultimately did not pity her or let her go. Why? Not because I was bad or despicable, but because I was selfish. I wanted to get what I wanted, even if it meant abandoning my conscience.

More than an hour later, I checked my watch; it was already past 1 a.m. Only then did I gather my things and, with a jumbled mind, leave the hotel.

The people of Tianjin lead very structured lives; even late at night on a weekend, the streets were sparsely populated with cars and pedestrians. I hailed a taxi and drove from Jintang Highway to Anshan West Road, where there was a back gate of Tianjin University near my dormitory.

I got out at the intersection of Anshan Road and Nanjing Road. The past few hours had left me physically and mentally exhausted, and my stomach was already rumbling. I vaguely remembered a barbecue stall by the roadside in that area. When I first enrolled, I joined the school's news center, and once, under the leadership of the president, we had a late-night snack there.

With few pedestrians at night, the roadside stall clearly caught my eye. At this time, business didn't seem booming; there were only two tables, one empty, and only one young man sitting at the other.

I sat down at the empty table, ordered a tofu casserole and two baked flatbreads, and began to eat and drink by myself. It was early autumn, and the early autumn breeze brought a chill in the middle of the night—perfect for a hot pot meal. Coupled with my recent exertion, I devoured the food. Only after half the pot was gone, and I felt a little full, did I begin to eat slowly and deliberately, taking small bites. As I ate, I planned my next move.

Zhao Xinrui would likely follow my instructions to monitor Jiang Shan, but based on her descriptions of Jiang Shan and my own impression of her, the girl seemed lively, cheerful, pure, and kind. Such a person wouldn't have a glaring dark side, and there was little chance of finding fault with her. Moreover, she clearly had a passion for life and wouldn't be easily seduced. Therefore, methods like coercion, deception, or even seduction were useless. Ugh, this is really difficult! The

more I thought about it, the more I scratched my head, and I became a little distracted. Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps approached me, followed by a loud thud as someone's back bumped into the corner of my table. The whole table shook, splashing soup from the clay pot all over me. Instinctively, I stood up, one hand holding the bamboo skewer of the sesame seed cake and the other chopsticks, yelling, "Damn it, what the hell is going on?!"

But no one responded to my shouts.

Then I realized that the guy who had bumped into my table was the same young man who had been eating at that table earlier. Before I could even ask, another guy suddenly rushed at the young man and kicked him in the stomach.

The young man was half kicked and half already trying to back away, scrambling a considerable distance. But the guy who hit him wasn't finished; yelling, "Damn it, you think you can run away?"

he chased after him.

I then realized that the young man must have provoked this guy, and had been pushed into the corner of my table.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel angry. I don't object to hitting someone, but don't interfere with my eating! I'm still standing here, and he's completely ignoring me—so arrogant!

Thinking this, I gently hooked my left foot around the small round stool I was sitting on. As the guy who was hitting me rushed to my side, I flicked my toe, bringing the stool to his feet. I heard a loud "bang" and a "ouch!" as the guy tripped over the stool and fell flat on his face. I tossed my chopsticks into the casserole, picked up a sesame seed cake, took a bite, and chuckled as I watched the bastard's pathetic state.

Unexpectedly, at the same time, three burly men stood up from the table next to me, angrily charging towards me.

Now I panicked. In my moment of anger, I had cleverly taught the arrogant thug a lesson, forgetting to assess the situation and failing to see that he wasn't alone. These three guys, like the one who had chased the young man earlier, were all wearing black jackets and jeans. From their half-open collars and fierce expressions, it was clear they were no saints.

Seeing them marching towards me menacingly, I muttered to myself, deeply regretting my decision to get involved in this mess in the middle of the night. It was like I had nothing better to do.

Surprisingly, someone else shared my thoughts. The guy at the front, with a big head and a round face, yelled at me, "Who the hell are you? What the hell are you doing here? You're just bored!" He

was already in front of me when he slapped me across the face. The blow left me a

little dazed. It wasn't that he hit hard, but slapping someone is the most embarrassing thing to do. As the saying goes, "Don't hit someone in the face, don't insult someone's weaknesses." Even though it didn't hurt, it was incredibly humiliating. But there were so many of them, all burly and strong. If a fight broke out, I'd probably get a real beating.

As I hesitated, the remaining two men approached me. Each grabbed one of my arms, forcefully twisting my wrists outwards and upwards. This time I was in serious trouble. Not only could I not move my hands, but to alleviate the pain, I had to stand on tiptoe to compensate for their force, rendering my legs useless.

"Ouch, ouch, go easy!"

I cried out in pain.

The bastard who had slapped me first raised his hand again: "You motherfucker..." Another slap was imminent . If he hit me again,

there were only two possibilities.

One was that I would beg and plead, only to be let go like a fart. The other was that I would impulsively fight them, but the latter was more likely to result in being beaten even more badly and ending up dead on the roadside with no one to collect my body. Just

then, the only man who had been sitting at the next table spoke up: "Little San, wait a minute..."

He said, squatting on the table with the bowl he was holding between his thumb and middle finger, spilling some beer, then stood up and slowly walked towards me.

Because he was a head taller than me, he crouched down and stared at me face-to-face.

He looked at me, and I looked at him too. This man was truly burly, a towering 1.9 meters tall with a buzz cut, stubble, a sallow complexion, and a seven- or eight-centimeter-long scar on his forehead. He wore a light blue floral shirt, the three buttons below the collar undone, revealing dark, solid muscles covered in black hair and faintly visible tattoos. He looked truly frightening. Still relying on his hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, close to female physiological structure, experience a more realistic feeling... Inhaling and exhaling rhythmically, irresistible! Click to enter.

This burly man stared at me for a long time, then a smile suddenly appeared on his face, followed by more and more laugh lines: "Yang Zi, your mother's cunt is Yang Zi!"

A thick Tianjin accent.

Although his language was foul, I could tell he meant no harm. But I just couldn't remember where I'd met this jinxed guy: "Ah, I'm Yang Zi, what's up, you are...?"

"Go...go..."

He shoved the two men holding me aside, grabbed my arm, and punched me in the chest with a "bang": "I bet it's you, damn it, haven't seen you in years and you don't even recognize me?"

Seeing my face contorted in pain, my eyes filled with confusion, he released me, clenched his fists, placed his upper arms vertically and forearms slightly extended in front of his stomach, thrust his hips forward, and then smiled at me, asking, "Remember now?"

I immediately remembered and blurted out, "Oh, Gu Zhenhai, you're Gu Zhenhai!"

Gu Zhenhai was my junior high school classmate. Back then, my junior high school was a notorious bullying school, and our class was made even worse by He Lili, a teacher who had just graduated from teachers' college and became our homeroom teacher. The reason was that Ms. He got married and had a child a few months after becoming the homeroom teacher. Due to the limited teaching resources at the school, my class was without a homeroom teacher for a long time. The students were all playing around and no one cared about studying. Fighting, smoking, skipping classes, and dating were commonplace in the class. Gu Zhenhai was the biggest hooligan in the class, and I was a bookworm who was often bullied.

One time, I forgot to take something after school. When I went back to get it, I saw Gu Zhenhai and a girl named Su Qi having sex in the classroom through the glass window in the door. At that time, Su Qi had one leg on the ground and the other on the desk, while Gu Zhenhai had his legs spread apart and his pants pulled down to his feet, thrusting against Su Qi's big buttocks.

The man was panting heavily, and the woman was moaning. At that time, I was young, and because of the era and environment, I knew very little about sex. I only vaguely knew that it was definitely not a proper thing.

I was engrossed in watching when I suddenly heard footsteps. I turned around and saw the Dean of Academic Affairs walking towards me. Without thinking much, I immediately pushed open the door and rushed in, whispering to the two people in the throes of passion, "Teacher Li is here! Teacher Li from the Academic Affairs Office is here!"

Hearing this, the two hurriedly dressed. Su Qi sat down in the chair next to me, grabbed a book from her desk, and pretended to read. Gu Zhenhai sat in the seat in front of her and turned to read with her.

I stood there dumbfounded, my mind still filled with the erotic scene from earlier.

Just then, Dean Li burst into the classroom with a 'bang,' seemingly having noticed the unusual noises and come to investigate. He walked over and stood next to us, staring at us suspiciously. All three of us were terrified and didn't dare say a word. Dean Li approached further, standing directly behind Gu Zhenhai and to my side, less than two meters away, and seemed to be continuing to walk forward.

At that moment, a strange expression suddenly appeared on Gu Zhenhai's face. It turned out that Su Qi's panties were still lying on the chair next to me. This thing couldn't be more obvious and sensitive; in a few seconds, Teacher Li would definitely notice it when he approached again.

Just at this critical moment, I suddenly plopped down on that chair, completely covering the panties, and looked up at the teacher with feigned surprise, saying, "Teacher Li? You haven't left work yet?"

"Ah, no..."

Teacher Li circled around us, not finding anything suspicious, and said, "You guys should hurry up and go, it's getting dark, be careful on the road!"

Then he left.

After he left, the three of us wiped the cold sweat from our brows. Gu Zhenhai kept praising me for being clever and said he would protect me from now on, then he grabbed Su Qi and rushed out. At the time, I didn't pay attention, but now I think they were probably still not done and went to find somewhere else to have sex.

They reached the door, and I picked up the underwear with two fingers and called out, "Su Qi, yours..."

Before I could finish, Su Qi turned around and gave me a sweet smile: "Here, take it. Hehe."

Then she pushed open the door and left.

I remember taking that underwear home with me, and whenever I was aroused, I would use it to masturbate, thinking that the person who was fiercely fucking her from behind wasn't Gu Zhenhai, but me.

However, Gu Zhenhai was indeed a man of his word, and after that, no one bothered me anymore. As for me, I often let him copy my answers during exams, and slowly we, a bookworm and a hooligan, became a pair of extremely mismatched best friends. Strictly speaking, Gu Zhenhai was my sexual awakening. He not only physically aroused my sexual desire from my young body, but also often talked to me about adult things, which really benefited me a lot.

Reuniting with my good friend after four or five years, I had a very special feeling in my heart. We sat down face to face. "Hey Dahai, what have you been doing all these years? We haven't heard from you at all!"

Gu Zhenhai's nickname was Dahai, which was a respectful title.

"Don't fucking speak Mandarin to me, trying to show off your education, damn it!"

he complained, then continued, "Sigh... life's tough. I'm not cut out for studying, so now I'm hanging out on the streets all day. But luckily I have a few brothers under me, and people around here still call me Brother Hai!"

He pointed to the remaining four thugs.

I could tell at a glance that he'd maintained his school ways and was now a full-fledged gangster. With a hint of respect, I said in Tianjin dialect, "Not bad, much better than me. I haven't even made a name for myself yet. Brother Hai..."

He immediately objected to my "Brother Hai," putting his wine bowl back on the table. "Brother Hai my ass! Just call me Dahai, isn't that fine...?"

Seeing the remaining four men standing awkwardly where they had been, he waved to them, "Come on, come on, we're all family. This is my buddy Yang Ziyang, come and get to know him!"

The three men who had hit me were a little embarrassed, but they didn't dare disobey their leader's call. They actually walked up to me, bowed their heads, and shouted in unison, "Brother Yang!"

The one who had slapped me, nicknamed "Little San," kept apologizing.

I quickly stood up and waved my hands humbly, "Hey, hey, no, no, just call me Yang Zi or Little Yang..."

But then a big hand reached out from the other side and forcefully pushed me back into my seat, "Scared? I think it's fine, just call me Brother Yang!"

As he spoke, Gu Zhenhai introduced them to me one by one. The one who had slapped me was called Chen Bin, nicknamed "Little San," and the two who had been holding my arms were Xu Liang and Xiao Hongtao.

I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard the name Xiao Hongtao. Then I leaned close to Gu Zhenhai's ear and whispered something. Gu Zhenhai burst into laughter, spilling the wine in his bowl: "You motherfucker, you're so mean, hahaha..."

Actually, I had given Xiao Hongtao a nickname; his name, Hongtao, reversed and combined with his surname, sounds like "Little Peach Blossom."

At that moment, the other person I had tripped over with the stool grabbed the young man by the collar and shoved him to the side of the road: "Squat down properly, don't fucking move!" He

then swaggered over to us, saying, "Brother Hai, I caught that little bastard, what do we do with him?" He

also spoke with a heavy Tianjin accent.

Gu Zhenhai tossed me a cigarette, lit one for himself, and pointed at me, saying, "Call me Brother Yang, this is my brother!"

Actually, Gu Zhenhai had encouraged me to smoke; I always used to mooch cigarettes from him, so I habitually took it and lit it.

That bastard had a huge side-parted hairstyle, stretched his neck and hunched his back, looking utterly smug: "Brother Yang!"

He even put his hand flat on his forehead in a salute, which almost made me burst out laughing.

Gu Zhenhai probably didn't like him much either, and didn't introduce him to me. Before I could even reply, he waved his hand: "Alright, alright, get out of here!"

Then he said to Xiao Hongtao: "Go get another fifty skewers, ten kidneys, and half a case of Tsingtao beer. I want to have a good drink with my brothers!"

Actually, he knew I couldn't drink, so he didn't try to persuade me. In the end, he basically drank by himself, while the other four didn't dare to sit down and stood to the side. If I hadn't known him so well, I really wouldn't have been able to stand that. During the meal, we talked about our separations over the years, and I learned that he had barely managed to graduate from junior high school before dropping out of school and moving with his family to Haiguang Temple. After several years of fighting and brawling, he had gathered dozens of brothers and become a notorious local thug.

As we talked, I noticed the young man they had bullied earlier was still squatting on the ground, too afraid to get up, but his eyes were pleading as he looked at me and Gu Zhenhai. So I casually asked, "Dahai, what did this guy do to you that you had to deal with him like this?"

Gu Zhenhai filled his bowl with wine, took a sip, and wiped his mouth, saying, "Ah..."

He wiped his mouth and said, "Nothing much, just now the five of us came here to drink, and we wanted to ask him to move to your table, but he wouldn't do it and kept cursing! I'm going to throw him off the Balitai overpass later, whoosh—thud, done for!"

I looked at him as he spoke casually, and then at the young man squatting there. He looked quite refined and didn't seem like the type to cause trouble. He was probably just being too stubborn, and that stubbornness was seen as arrogance by Gu Zhenhai and his group, which is why they taught him a lesson. I was lost in thought just now, and I didn't even notice what happened right next to me.

I took a cigarette out of my pocket and tossed one to Gu Zhenhai. I lit it for him with my lighter, then lit one for myself, and advised, "Forget it, he seems like an honest guy. Why should your brother Da Hai bother with a little kid like him? Let him go."

Gu Zhenhai actually gave me face, beckoning to the man with his finger. Only then did the man dare to slowly stand up, but his legs were a little numb from squatting for so long. He shuffled over, supporting himself on his knees. Gu Zhenhai chuckled at his unfortunate appearance, waved his hand, and said, "Get lost!"

The young man's blood circulation improved, and he straightened up. After a long while, he bowed and gave us an extremely unnatural, fawning smile: "Th-thank you! Thank you!"

He turned and walked away, bumping into a migrant worker on a bicycle as he walked out onto the sidewalk. But he immediately got up, ignoring the migrant worker's curses, turned back to thank me again, and then ran away quickly.

Gu Zhenhai watched his retreating figure before turning back and saying, "Brother, you're still in school? Don't bother, come hang out with me. I have plenty of daring guys out there, but I'm missing someone like you who can use their brains."

I'm currently studying at a reputable university, a nationally renowned one at that. How could I possibly give up such a bright future to become a petty thug with him? But I knew Gu Zhenhai was straightforward and disliked beating around the bush, so I said directly, "I... I still have three years until graduation, and besides, fighting isn't my forte..."

Gu Zhenhai understood what I meant and waved his hand to interrupt me, "Alright, alright, I can't force you. But Yangzi, remember, come find me whenever you get tired of studying, and I definitely won't treat you unfairly!"

I quickly expressed my gratitude; this kind of friendship wasn't fake.

"By the way, where do you go to school?"

Gu Zhenhai asked again.

"I'm a sophomore at the School of Civil Engineering at Tianjin University. Come find me at school sometime."

But honestly, bringing these people from the streets to school isn't a good thing, but I couldn't avoid saying those polite words.

"Tianjin University..."

Gu Zhenhai seemed to remember something when I mentioned Tianjin University. He put down his bowl and stopped drinking. After a few seconds, he asked, "Hey, do you know a professor named Meng Xianzhang?"

"Meng Xianzhang... Meng Xianzhang... that name sounds familiar..."

I mumbled, searching my memory. Suddenly, I remembered, "Oh right, we have a senior in our news center named Meng Fan. His father is Meng Xianzhang. I think he's a master's supervisor in the School of Chemical Engineering, not a professor, is he?"

Seeing Gu Zhenhai's concerned expression, I asked again, "What do you want with this person?"

Gu Zhenhai didn't answer me. Instead, he said impatiently, "Okay, okay, if he's not a professor, he's not a professor..."

Then, his face lit up with joy, and he said, "Alright, okay." "Just knowing his son's name is Meng Fan is enough!"

Then he clinked his full wine bowl against mine, which had been half-empty the whole time, and downed it in one gulp. "Yang Zi, since you're going to school, I can't tell you about our business. I have things to do today, I'll take you to Polaroid another day for some fun."

He stood up and made a gesture of hugging a woman from behind. "Write down my phone number xxxxxxxxxxxx, call me if you need anything, I'll be there!"

He then walked away, surrounded by four thugs.

Watching his departing figure, I felt a surge of warmth in my heart. It had been so long since I'd met a true friend; reuniting with an old friend was an indescribable feeling. Gu Zhenhai was completely different from before; he was more domineering in his words and actions, and had so many brothers under his command—truly impressive. But what about me? I was still that unknown nobody. Was my path in life right or wrong? Gu Zhenhai didn't ask for my phone number when he left. He didn't know I had a phone with me. Although it wasn't that he was looking down on me, I still felt a little uncomfortable.

Soon after, news spread through the club that Meng Fan had taken a three-month leave of absence due to illness. However, another version of the story circulated that his father, Meng Xianzhang, had developed a water purification device and applied for a patent. A wealthy businessman wanted to buy the patent, but he refused to sell. However, the very next day after his son was "hospitalized," he transferred the patent at an incredibly low price. These are, of course, stories from later.

After parting ways with Gu Zhenhai, I took a taxi towards the North Gate of Tianjin University on Anshan West Road. As I entered the iron-railed gate, I vaguely saw two people standing in a corner. Because of the dim light, I could only make out that one of them was the man who had escaped because of my pleading, while I couldn't even distinguish the gender of the other. I didn't pay much attention at the time and walked straight to my rented apartment located west of East Lake.

For the next two days, I rented an apartment in Hongkan New Town, north of Tianjin University, for 3000 yuan a month. Meanwhile, I bought a lot of necessary equipment on Anshan West Road, the electronics street, and familiarized myself with how to use them according to the instructions. By the time everything was ready, it was already the afternoon of the third day.

I picked up the phone and dialed Zhao Xinrui's number: "Hey, Xinxin, I missed you so much! It's time for my work report!"

...

Chapter 5 An Unexpected Turn of Events

As night fell, a beautiful figure appeared in front of apartment 203, Unit 3, Building 41, Hongkan New City, Tianjin. She wore a bright red off-the-arm sweater over a black tank top, a snow-white short skirt revealing her long, beautiful legs, and white high-heeled sandals. She had large eyes, a high nose, and a small, pink, and sexy mouth. She also wore cartoon earrings and carried a white Chanel handbag. Although she was very beautiful and had an elegant demeanor, she seemed flustered. Her hurried steps slowed down at the door, and she reached out to press the doorbell, but her fingers stopped halfway out, as if she was about to face someone she didn't want to face. She—it was Zhao Xinrui, who had come to the appointment at my invitation, or rather, under my coercion.

Just as she was hesitating, the door suddenly opened, a large hand grabbed her slender hand, and she was dragged into the house, followed by a bang as the door slammed shut.

The person who dragged her in was me; I could see her entering the building from the window, or rather, I had been waiting for her arrival. I quickly pinned Zhao Xinrui's hands behind her back, but the girl, in her terror, still struggled fiercely: "Who...no...ouch, it hurts..."

When she saw that it was me, shirtless, her fear lessened somewhat, but she still pushed me forcefully: "You...what are you doing..."

I pinned her hands behind her back and pushed her down the corridor to the bedroom, forcefully shoving her onto the bed, then slammed my right foot against the door with a bang.

"Take off your clothes!"

I commanded expressionlessly.

Zhao Xinrui was already somewhat fearful upon seeing me again in this unfamiliar place, someone who filled her with apprehension. My actions only intensified her fear, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. She didn't dare utter a sound, nor did she resist, nor did she do as I instructed.

Seeing her inaction, I grabbed her shirt and ripped it down her shoulders, pulling her bright red blouse, black vest, and white lace bra down to her ribs, revealing her round, jade-like breasts, their cherry-like nipples trembling slightly.

Zhao Xinrui, surprised by my roughness, cried out and tried to cover herself with her hands, but I swiftly forced them behind her back, holding them tightly with my right hand. Then I leaned in and roughly kissed, licked, and even bit her breasts, while my other hand unceremoniously unbuttoned her skirt and reached inside her panties.

Although it wasn't Zhao Xinrui's first time with me, she had never been treated so roughly: "B-Big Brother, could you be gentler? Ah...don't pull my hair!"

That night, although she was frightened, she only addressed me politely as "Sir" or simply "you," but now, under my ravaging, she had to change her address.

Seeing her pain, a cold smile appeared on my face: "Hehe, unfortunately, I like playing rough. How about it, do you like it?"

Zhao Xinrui didn't dare to contradict me and said against her will: "I...I like it, but it hurts a little, Big Brother...you...ah!"

I pulled off her skirt and panties, put one of her legs on the edge of the bed, and frequently thrust my fingers into her cunt: "Good cunt, so much hair, do you often have sex with Li Ziqiang?"

Seeing that she was only focused on "ah...ah" in pain, I pinched her hard with dissatisfaction. She twitched her labia: "You slut, your brother's asking you a question!"

Zhao Xinrui winced in pain, her supporting leg trembling uncontrollably: "Ah...ah...not often, only a few times! Big brother, don't touch me...ah...two fingers won't do...it'll...it'll split open!"

I showed no mercy, inserting both my index and middle fingers into her vagina, digging and thrusting even more roughly, threatening, "Damn it, I don't need you to teach me how to play!"

As I spoke, I forcefully bit one of her round nipples.

Zhao Xinrui dared not speak again, only gritting her teeth and enduring the tears in her eyes. My demonic hands grew increasingly rampant, reaching a speed of at least two thrusts per second, followed by Zhao Xinrui's cries and drops of vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina. Still not satisfied, I suddenly lifted her leg that was on the bed and hoisted it onto my shoulder. Zhao Xinrui felt a sharp pain in her crotch. With a cry of "Ah!", the leg supporting her body involuntarily left the ground, and she fell towards the corner of the wall, her hands naturally gripping the wall to avoid hitting her head. "B-Big Brother, I have no grudge against you. If you want to make love, I'll do it. Please stop torturing me!"

I tentatively pressed her anus with my thumb, pressing harder and harder until I inserted half of my thumb inside.

Zhao Xinrui had never been so violated in her rear. A strange sense of humiliation and excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed her. "Please...please don't poke there...it hurts...ah—"

But the more she begged, the harder and faster I poke. And subconsciously, it's hard for one hand to do different things at different rhythms, so my right hand, which was thrusting into her anus, gradually caught up with the frequency of my left hand, which was playing with her vagina.

Because the angle was wider than before, I played with her more intensely, and soon a large amount of fluid flowed from Zhao Xinrui's tender vagina, running down her inner thighs to her knees. Seeing this, I felt a surge of satisfaction: "You're really shameless, you came so quickly. Hmm, such a slutty smell, smell it!"

I said, placing my sticky left hand, covered in her juices, near her nose.

Zhao Xinrui smelled the pungent, fishy odor and tried to pull away, but then she saw my angry expression and didn't dare.

I pressed my advantage, leering at her and commanding, "Lick it clean, lick it!"

This loud order made Zhao Xinrui shudder. She pouted and stuck out a little of her tongue, but hesitated to move it closer. My patience ran out, so I smeared the sticky liquid on her tongue and lips. Zhao Xinrui felt nauseous and almost vomited, but she didn't dare to flinch or pull her tongue back.

"Hmm, that's right, good, like that. You look so slutty sticking out your tongue, so begging to be fucked. Does your own juices taste good?"

I said, smiling obscenely at her.

Zhao Xinrui's lips twitched twice. She thought, "It's already come to this. It seems I can't escape this physical torment. I might as well be more compliant and proactive; maybe I'll even receive some courtesy." So she said, "Please, brother...brother, I can't take it anymore...it hurts...please hurt me?"

As a strikingly beautiful girl, even though she had worked as a prostitute, she still retained a certain reserve. Saying such things for the first time didn't sound convincing, and her expression wasn't quite right either. These were probably the only words a girl could think of to plead for pleasure.

I was also finding it hard to resist. Although I knew this beauty's current lewd talk was just a temporary measure, a way to quickly end things and escape this torment, I still couldn't help but tense up: "Okay, take off your brother's pants!"

Zhao Xinrui reluctantly squatted down and unbuckled my belt, pulling down my clothes one by one. When only my underwear remained, I said, "Okay, use your mouth to take off the last piece, and put your hands behind your back!"

Looking at the damp patch at the top of my erect penis and the few dark hairs on my lower abdomen, Zhao Xinrui frowned, held her breath, and used her mouth to pull down a corner of my underwear. But my penis was too erect; pulling from the side, the glans caught on it, making it impossible to pull down. She had no choice but to close her eyes and bite the edge of the underwear in the middle of the front.

I then tightened my lower abdomen, making my penis erect, allowing her to easily pull her underwear down to her thighs.

Half a minute had passed since she took off her underwear, and Zhao Xinrui was panting heavily when she suddenly felt something hard, hot, and sticky gently pat her face. She knew what it was, of course, and felt nauseous, immediately trying to push it away. Suddenly, I pinched her nose and shoved my penis into her mouth. It was too late for her to shut up; the sticky thing went straight down her throat. Startled

, Zhao Xinrui cried out, her teeth and tongue desperately trying to push it out, causing me pain. Enraged, I pressed her forehead with one hand and grabbed her chin with the other, forcefully slamming her against the wall. With nowhere to retreat, Zhao Xinrui was pinned against the wall and forced into oral sex. After a while, she resigned herself to her fate and stopped resisting.

Still unsatisfied, I lightly slapped her and yelled, "Open your teeth wider, you're hurting me!"

A moment later, I slapped her again: "Wrap your tongue around it, otherwise what's the use of your mouth? Just cut it off!"

Thus, with tears in her eyes, Zhao Xinrui was forced to perform oral sex, letting out painful moans. Seeing her compliant, I simply let go of her hands, supporting my waist as I thrust into her mouth, uttering vulgarities: "Damn, this feels so good, I'm fucking your mouth, I'm fucking your mouth!"

I pulled her long, glossy black braid and rubbed it between my penis and her lips, coating it with saliva and vaginal fluid.

Watching such a beautiful woman perform oral sex on me, her breasts swaying with each swallow, and saliva dripping from her lips, I felt inexplicably aroused after a few minutes. To avoid ejaculating too quickly, I pulled my penis out at the opportune moment: "Come on, you little slut, lick my balls, quick!"

I said, cupping my penis in my hands, raising my hips, and bringing my testicles closer. Zhao Xinrui had no choice but to extend her fragrant tongue, tracing its path over my two testicles. I took this opportunity to repeatedly slap my penis against her face, a truly filthy sight.

After I'd had my fill of enjoyment, I pulled Zhao Xinrui up by her armpits and said, "That's enough. Let me compare which mouth feels better to fuck, your upper or lower mouth!" Before

Zhao Xinrui could even catch her breath, I pushed her against the floor in the corner.

"It's time to get down to business, Xinrui."

With that, I held my breath and thrust my burning penis into her already overflowing and soaked secret place. The hot glans roughly forced open her already parted lips and plunged deep into her vagina. Zhao Xinrui's vagina, after being played with for a long time, was already lubricated and wet yet still tight, causing my penis to swell even more rapidly, and the pleasure in my mind swelled accordingly: "So tight, it's such a waste for Li Ziqiang to fuck such a cunt alone... So good... So good... Fuck..."

The pain she had never felt before made Zhao Xinrui let out a scream that was inconsistent with her delicate and refined appearance: "Oh... God... Ah..."

The man's rough entry made her only able to use her remaining strength to grip the floor in front of her, enduring the most primal violence being performed on her body.

I noticed a trace of blood flowing from her honey lips, and at the same time felt the squeezing inside her vagina. With my relatively rich experience, I immediately knew what was going on and asked: "Slutty Xinxin, you've never been fucked by such a powerful cock before, have you?"

Zhao Xinrui, in extreme pain, could only nod in response. Satisfied, I fondled her breasts, lewdly saying, "It hurts more than being deflowered, doesn't it!"

Zhao Xinrui nodded weakly again, "It hurts so much... gently... gently... it's already torn!"

Zhao Xinrui's vaginal walls were indeed extraordinary. I gripped her slender waist, thrusting violently into her tight vagina, feeling the squeezing sensation inside that seemed to bite off my penis, and the hot, moist embrace, all while savoring her painful moans. During the violent thrusting, I suddenly changed position, forcefully pulling Zhao Xinrui's slender waist up, sitting her on the edge of the bed in a seated thrusting position, while forcefully spreading her thighs with both hands, completely exposing her private parts.

This position allowed my glans to penetrate deeper into her body, and after only a few thrusts, I hit her soft cervix, completely opening up that tight vagina that was no less than a virgin's. Zhao Xinrui's body also began to experience sexual pleasure, and due to the lubrication of her love juices, the thrusting became even smoother. I forcefully tossed her body up and down, feeling her uterus deform under the rough impact of my glans, continuing to thrust into her clitoris again and again. I felt her vagina begin to contract abnormally, knowing she was about to reach her second orgasm.

I thrust my penis in and out even more, then played with her clitoris with two fingers. Sure enough, Zhao Xinrui immediately let out a protesting moan, but I ignored it, continuing to tease her with my two fingers at high speed.

The inner walls of Zhao Xinrui's vagina were still tightly gripping my glans, already glistening with her juices. I pressed her body onto the bed, once again positioning her in a doggy-style position, and then thrust in violently. Zhao Xinrui was clearly still in shock: "Yours is too big... I'll die... Please don't... Ah—"

I growled excitedly, "I'm going to kill you... you slut... Scream... Let's see how I fuck you to death!"

Amid my screams and Zhao Xinrui's pleas, I slowly pulled my penis all the way out and then thrust it in again. Zhao Xinrui felt a burst of pain at the entrance of her vagina and couldn't help but scream, "Ah... It hurts... No... so hard..." While screaming,

she kicked her legs and twisted her buttocks from side to side, trying to escape the invasion of my huge penis. But this only excited me more, and I looked down at my penis and desperately pushed the remaining bit in.

Satisfied, I began the piston-like motion back and forth, moaning, "You little bitch... I'm going to fuck you to pieces... Oh!"

while looking down at my penis raping this sexy girl. My penis wasn't used very frequently, and its color was still quite tender, but it was thick, hard, and long enough to swell Zhao Xinrui's inexperienced vaginal opening, forcing it tightly onto my bulging, veiny shaft. Each insertion of my penis pushed her labia majora and minora deeper, and each withdrawal pulled them open, bringing out streams of white fluid.

After a while, I flipped her over and pressed myself tightly against her curvaceous naked body, like doing push-ups, thrusting my massive penis up and down in her vagina.

Zhao Xinrui kept crying out, "Please...please...have mercy on me...ah—"

One particularly brutal insertion reached her cervix, causing her to scream in agony.

I relentlessly thrust into her, pounding with my full weight while yelling, "Tell me... is it me who fucks you better, or that bastard Li Ziqiang... um... fucks you better... tell me!"

"It's... it's you, brother... um... fucking... fucking you better, I... I can't take it anymore!"

Zhao Xinrui could only answer helplessly, but the lustful fluid that was frequently squeezed out of her vagina and flowed down her white inner thighs told me that what she said might not be entirely false.

After a while, I suddenly felt Zhao Xinrui's vaginal walls spasm, tightly clamping my penis, like a warm little mouth constantly sucking on my glans. I looked down and saw that her brows were furrowed, her whole body tense, and suddenly a warm flow gushed from the girl's vaginal opening beneath me, streams of white fluid flowing down her labia onto her buttocks, the sheets, and the floor. Immediately, Zhao Xinrui's body went limp as if she had lost her skeleton, collapsing onto the bed beside her, motionless, only soft panting and moaning could be heard.

I bent down and parted her legs, continuing to thrust violently into her core, while admiring her expression—a mixture of regret, shame, and exhaustion—as I repeatedly violated her burning womb with my enormous glans, ravaging the incredibly alluring slut beneath me time and time again.

Calling her a slut was truly fitting, as few girls, even women in their prime, would experience so many orgasms while being raped. Even though she was being held captive and submissive, that was only in words and actions; her physical reactions spoke volumes.

But she was no match for my strength, and after more than an hour of this ordeal, she was exhausted and on the verge of collapse: "Ah...uh...ouch...please, please stop...oh God...I can't take it anymore!"

I continued thrusting without slowing down, leering as I said, "You're a whore, even if I fuck you until you can't get up, it's still a work injury!"

Then I growled, "Tell me, are you still going to be a whore? Are you still going to be a slut?"

"I...I...I'll never do it again, please let me go!"

Tears of regret slowly streamed down Zhao Xinrui's pretty face.

I continued thrusting for at least fifteen minutes, finally reaching the peak of my excitement: "Mmm...so good, I'm going to cum...come on...let me cum to your death!"

In her dazed state, Zhao Xinrui was awakened by my shouts, her last vestiges of consciousness returning. She immediately mustered her last courage and cried out, "No...don't...shoot...your semen...inside...me...ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a gush of hot, sticky fluid spray deep into her vagina.

I slowly stood up, took her panties and white skirt, and wiped the remaining semen from my penis. Then I threw the filthy clothes onto Zhao Xinrui.

Zhao Xinrui lay limp on the bed, trying several times to sit up but unable to. Her wide-open vulva, still overflowing with semen, and her snow-white, naked body covered in filth, were fully presented before me, giving me immense pleasure. Even my previously limp penis showed signs of revival.

To achieve my ultimate goal, I tried my best to restrain the urge to rape her again. Actually, my main purpose in summoning her today was to consolidate my control over her. You see, the last time I ran into her, it was a flurry of activity, and I was completely unprepared. Although I managed to get her to submit through cunning, I doubt it will last long. Moreover, while Zhao Xinrui is of lowly status, she is strong-willed and intelligent. Such a person, regardless of gender, is not easy to conquer. I must break her both mentally and physically; otherwise, she might turn against me when she finds an opportunity. Of course, this is just my personal, conservative plan to prevent such a situation. To achieve this goal, I've decided to brutally rape her. Only by holding her captive and intimidating her with my power can I firmly control her.

After admiring the exquisite erotic pictures for a long time, I took out some tissues from the drawer next to me and threw them beside her. I sat down next to her

, lit a cigarette, and said, "Little slut, we should talk about something serious. Tell me, what information have you gathered about Jiang Shan these past few days?" Zhao Xinrui struggled to sit up, turning her back to me. She stretched out some tissues to wipe the filth from her face, body, and vulva, then slowly put on her already soiled clothes. After a long pause, she finally answered, "I... I haven't found out anything..."

"What?"

I said in a low voice, "What have you been doing these past few days?"

Startled by my shout, Zhao Xinrui shrank back, curling her legs and raising her arms in front of her, seemingly afraid I would hit her. Seeing that I didn't, she said, "These past few days I've intentionally tried to get close to her, but her life is so monotonous. Besides classes, studying, eating, and sleeping, she has no leisure activities at all. I... I've tried my best!" She

kept glancing at me with pitiful eyes as she finished speaking.

Actually, I knew Jiang Shan wasn't someone I could easily catch, and Zhao Xinrui had never done this kind of thing before. Besides, she wasn't me; she didn't have a unique perspective or the ability to draw inferences from similar cases. She couldn't possibly have gained anything significant in just a few days. Still unwilling to accept her words, I continued, "Then you must have some information about her family situation, financial situation, and some basic social connections, right? Don't tell me you know nothing about these things either?"

Just now, when I was torturing her, I had been a ferocious and brutal figure, but now, although I didn't use much body language, my expression was extremely cold and arrogant, my face devoid of any humanity. Both of these attitudes had a huge impact on her, and her voice began to tremble: "This...this...I do know a little about this..."

She then shrank back towards me before turning back to face me, saying, "She lives on Fumin Road in Ergong. Her father is a workshop foreman at a car repair shop, her mother is a teacher at the Second Affiliated Middle School of Nankai University, and she has an eighty-year-old grandmother. Their living conditions are average but manageable. She...she's a member of our school's student aid committee, and sometimes she participates in school-organized activities to support impoverished students."

I had been watching her intently as she spoke, until she stopped and looked at me.

"That's it?"

I asked coldly.

"It's...it's over."

Zhao Xinrui lowered her head timidly. She knew I was very dissatisfied with her performance, but she had been quietly gathering information these past few days, afraid of attracting attention, which was already quite remarkable.

Actually, I knew that too, but I still said sternly, "You've only found out this trivial information after three whole days. It seems you've been ignoring what I said..."

As I spoke, I moved closer to her and grabbed her ear with my right hand, tugging at it. "Do you want me to use some tricks to make you take things more seriously?"

Of course, my intention was to intimidate her, and I didn't use much force at all.

But Zhao Xinrui, already shattered both physically and mentally, was like a frightened bird. I almost cried when I scared her like that, and immediately begged for mercy, "Wait, wait, let me think about it some more..."

Hearing her say that, I let go of her ear. But a few seconds later, Zhao Xinrui looked at me with a bitter face and continued in a tearful voice, "I...I really can't remember!"

"Damn it, you tricked me!"

In a fit of anger, I pressed her down on the bed, lifted her skirt, and raised my hand, pretending to spank her.

"No, no...please...I...I'll talk...talk about something else...someone else, okay?"

Zhao Xinrui pleaded, covering her buttocks where I had lifted her skirt.

"No..."

I was about to lash out again, but then I thought maybe what she said might be useful, and besides, there was no harm in it, so I might as well listen: "Okay..."

Seeing her immediately shrink into a ball on the bed after escaping my threat, I snorted again: "But don't try to fob me off with nonsense, and most importantly, absolutely no making things up. Hmph, you know the consequences!"

"Mmm-hmm," Zhao Xinrui nodded vigorously: "I heard about this from Jiang Shan. There's a girl in our room named Chen Jing, and it seems like something happened to her family recently. She borrowed money from several friends, and it wasn't just a small amount like two or three hundred, I don't know why."

"Oh—"

I thought for a moment. I knew this girl named Chen Jing too, I met her at that social gathering.

Her looks were definitely no less than Zhao Xinrui's, and she had an even more noble air about her. Unlike Zhao Xinrui's lively personality, Chen Jing was not very talkative, always giving people a slight smile, yet she always exuded an elegant and generous aura.

I pressed further, "So...did she ask you for money?"

"No..."

Zhao Xinrui's face suddenly showed a disdainful expression: "Hmph! Even if she asked, I wouldn't lend her any. That girl is so arrogant, I can't stand her!"

She then looked at me and continued, "To be honest, Chen Jing is quite a beauty. She's pretty and very quiet. But don't let her serious appearance fool you; she's actually quite seductive and knows how to seduce men..."

I've always been extremely cautious when dealing with this girl, and hearing her say this, I immediately understood her intentions. After two encounters, Zhao Xinrui must have vaguely guessed my intentions, and her attempt to draw my attention to Chen Jing likely had two purposes. First, she hadn't obtained much information about Jiang Shan and was using Chen Jing as a shield to avoid my punishment. Second, she suspected that something bad might happen to the girl I was targeting, and for some reason, she hated Chen Jing, thus hoping to use me to teach her a lesson.

I'm usually quite accurate in judging women; I've met Chen Jing before, and she is indeed very beautiful, but not as seductive as she described.

It seems their conflict likely stems from a man, most likely Li Ziqiang. Given Chen Jing's personality, she probably wouldn't take any initiative with Li Ziqiang. It's likely that this womanizing playboy had previously expressed interest in her, which was enough to fuel the intense jealousy of Zhao Xinrui.

At the same time, I became wary of Zhao Xinrui; she's adept at using others to do her dirty work. In her description, Chen Jing is a beautiful and elegant girl on the outside, but on the inside, she's wanton and promiscuous. While this might be partly Zhao Xinrui's subjective interpretation, it's clear she wants to ignite my lustful desires for Chen Jing. Anyone else would likely be swayed by a few words and do something she secretly rejoices in. Although Zhao Xinrui is currently firmly in my grasp, if she gets the chance, she might do something detrimental to me.

Fortunately, that's a matter for the future; right now, I do indeed desire Chen Jing. Jiang Shan seems like an unattainable jewel; before I can obtain her, perhaps I can use Chen Jing to alleviate the guilt and burning desire within me.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at Zhao Xinrui with a half-smile, letting out a contemptuous snort. Zhao Xinrui had something to hide, and my behavior had already made her realize that I had completely seen through her despicable intentions. She immediately asked guiltily, "What...what are you laughing at?"

I ignored her question, slowly pulled up my pants, and then took a wad of cash from the drawer and threw it at Zhao Xinrui: "Take it, you can't get away with this for nothing..."

Seeing her trembling as she looked at me and then quickly put the money away shamelessly, I added, "Jiang Shan, you need to keep an eye on things. Chen Jing also needs to be watched. It would be best to find out why she needs money, how much she needs, and when she needs it, understand?"

Zhao Xinrui put away the money and stood up. Hearing what I said, she looked troubled: "This...this might not be easy, she doesn't talk to me much..."

I whispered something in her ear, then stood up straight and asked confidently, "Do you understand? Do you know what to do?"

"Oh!"

Zhao Xinrui smiled knowingly, then picked up her bag and left.

After she left, I opened the laptop hidden in the cabinet and started working on it. It contained three DV footage clips, all showing the same scene filmed from three different angles. I edited and arranged them, and after half an hour, I had a complete short film. It showed a man violently raping a young girl. During her climax, the girl moaned and screamed, releasing her passion, even shouting that the man raping her claimed his sexual prowess far surpassed her boyfriend, Li Ziqiang. Finally, the man threw a wad of cash at the girl, indicating it was payment for the encounter. Without a doubt, the girl was Zhao Xinrui, and the male lead was me. This was filmed using three hidden pinhole cameras installed in the ceiling.

After editing, I burned the short film onto a CD and made multiple copies. Listening to the soft whirring of the CD drive and watching the blue progress bar slowly advance, a sly smile crept onto my lips.

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