[Tiannan Police Academy] 105, Ah Hong, why did you bite someone again?

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"Wait," Ah Hong interrupted the secretary again, "There's something else." This was what Ah Hong really wanted to say. What she
wanted to do was reclaim the position that her sister had taken from her.
And although her sister had entered the police academy later than her, if her sister graduated from university, in the future, besides the unspoken rules,
even her administrative qualifications would definitely be higher than hers. "And, by being her coach, I could even directly
control Li Manna," she thought.
"What else is it?" The secretary, who was in the middle of his excitement, was obviously getting impatient. Men in this state,
although they might be impatient, rarely lose their temper, no matter how high their rank.
Ah Hong had grasped this psychology of men. The secretary wanted to "get things done," but he couldn't lose his temper, so he
could only submit and grovel at her feet. "I want Li Manna to attend my class," Ah Hong laid it all out. "
Who
is Li Manna?" The secretary obviously didn't know who her sister was. "Then let her go."
"It's not like that." Ah Hong sat in the secretary's lap, resting her face on his shoulder,
gently stroking his chest, and intentionally or unintentionally tugging at his nipples with her slender fingers.
Looking at her long, beautifully painted nails, and enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from his nipples, the
secretary's anger subsided considerably.
"She's studying at a university in the province now, and I'm afraid the political commissar won't let her come back," Ah Hong continued.
"Why are you causing trouble when someone's going to university? The national unified enrollment system can't be disrupted," the secretary said.
"Oh dear, she didn't get in through the entrance exam. She didn't even finish junior high before coming to Tiannan to work. How could she possibly get into
university?" Ah Hong deliberately didn't explain how her sister got into university, leaving the secretary to guess.
"If there's any improper conduct, her university must expel her." The secretary had indeed misunderstood, thinking his sister had
entered through improper means. In fact, she was sent for a temporary training program; whether she could attend or not was up to her original sending unit.
"It's not that complicated. You can just talk to our political commissar." Ah Hong persisted.
"I'll go tell him right after we finish our business." The secretary said, flipping Ah Hong onto the bed and forcefully
unbuttoning her blouse, lifting her bra to reveal her small, firm breasts.
He was quite skilled at undressing women.
Ah Hong and the secretary's faces were almost touching; she was breathing rapidly, her small chest heaving.
Ah Hong tried to struggle free, but her martial arts training required her to be free. Now,
with a man on top of her, she couldn't move him due to his weight alone. In desperation, she bit down on the secretary's forearm
.
Suddenly, both of them froze. Ah Hong still held onto the secretary's hairy arm, her large, bright
eyes fixed on his.
"What do you want me to do?" the secretary asked after a moment of silence, enduring the pain.
Ah Hong remained silent, biting back.
"I'm making the call now. But we have a deal: my call isn't for nothing. Once your political commissar agrees,
you have to listen to me tonight, do whatever I tell you to do. And I can tell you now, it's definitely not
good. If you agree, nod; if you disagree, go find your political commissar. I don't want to see you again."
Ah Hong nodded without hesitation, like a puppy nibbling at its furry arm.
The secretary took out his phone and dialed the political commissar's cell phone. "You have a girl named Li Manna studying in the province, right?
Have her come back for a training course... What? You're right outside my door? Okay, I'll open the door."
He hung up the phone, glanced at Ah Hong, meaning, "My promise is about to be fulfilled; it's up to you now."
Ah Hong relented. She lay half-reclined on the bed, her chest exposed, watching the secretary go to open the door.
After the political commissar entered, the door closed automatically. The political commissar wasn't surprised at all by Ah Hong's disheveled appearance.
What surprised him most was the secretary's words.
"Look what your men have done," the secretary said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a ring of deep teeth marks, some of
which were already bleeding. Ah Hong had really bitten, not just for show.
"Why do you bite everyone!" the political commissar said, glaring. It seemed this wasn't the first time Ah Hong had bitten someone. "
Biting at home is one thing, but biting outside too? Are you alright?" the political commissar quickly asked the secretary.
"I'm fine. I actually like this stubborn, unyielding look. After all
, she's your soldier, she has the bearing of a soldier. But you still have to bring that Li Manna back for some training. Hehe, a
promise must be kept. It's the same for everyone."
The secretary said, rubbing his sore arm.
"But Li Manna is studying in the province, how can she leave so easily?" The political commissar had already guessed Ah Hong's trick
and pleaded for his sister.
"Let her come back. She's just a police officer, why make such a fuss?"
The secretary didn't give the political commissar a chance to plead. Although the municipal party committee wasn't directly under the police academy's leadership, the city was
"acting as its representative."
"But..." Before the political commissar could finish speaking, Ah Hong suddenly sprang up. She wrapped her arms around the secretary's neck,
clung to him, and bit his lower lip. The movement was so forceful that it drew
blood.
"Alright. Hurry up and get on with it. Why don't you stay? You can't get this done now. Let's
talk again." The secretary, after breaking free from Ah Hong, licked the blood from his lips.
As he broke free, he slapped Ah Hong hard on the buttocks and
scratched her perineum with a finger. The flesh was very firm. Ah Hong immediately became obedient.
Ah Hong wanted him to carry her, but the secretary wasn't as big as the political commissar; she definitely couldn't lift him.
"It's so late, let's not talk about it anymore. You all rest," the political commissar said.
"Just one question. What will be the outcome of Dawei and the others' visit this time?" The leaders weren't the kind
of people who just coasted along; Dawei's work was crucial to Tiannan's future.
"This is a major case supervised by the Central Committee. Don't underestimate it; it might seem impossible at first glance. But in my
opinion, the difficulty is about the same as overturning Lin Biao's case," the political commissar said.
"Speaking of overturning Lin Biao's case, do you think it's possible? Do you have any inside information in your system?" the secretary asked,
showing considerable interest in political matters.
"Why not? It all depends on whether it's politically necessary. Lin Biao was like Han Xin, definitely wronged.
He was forced into it 　　by the Central Committee leader . The situation at the time was that if you didn't say things against your conscience, you couldn't
survive without killing each other. In such circumstances, some people would rather die than submit; others would compromise. Both are understandable," the political commissar said, spreading his palms. 　　 "That's true. The Central Committee leader is well-versed in classical texts, so he certainly has feudalistic ideas in his head. To maintain power 　　, he might have considered killing meritorious officials. It's not that he killed meritorious officials for the sake of killing meritorious officials; in ancient times, this was often 　　to clear the way for a son's succession. But he felt that the reputation of meritorious officials was too great and was affecting his power. Besides, 　　he might not have even realized at the time that others were meritorious officials," the secretary agreed, the two men sharing similar 　　views. 　　 "I think that's true. So we should thank the Americans for this. They killed the prince with one shot. Otherwise, even if 　　the top leader didn't say anything, the people carrying the sedan chair would have put the prince in the top position. Even if the prince was enlightened, China would still be 　　a family-run empire. In that situation, no matter how wise the person is, it would be a disaster for the country and the nation; no matter what 　　good or bad the prince does, a family-run empire is inherently reactionary, but he went with the flow and it naturally came to be. 　　 Like those Middle Eastern dynasties that were overthrown in 11 years, North Korea, and Singapore, it would definitely be a national disaster," 　　the political commissar said. The two grassroots leaders had very similar political views. 　　 "Why are you saying all this useless stuff! It will cause trouble if others hear it," Ah Hong interrupted their 　　conversation. While the secretary had his back to her, she suddenly leaned on his shoulders, her two hard breasts pressing against his 　　shoulder blades. She wrapped her arms around the secretary's neck, hooked her legs on the bed, and swayed back and forth, 　　looking completely relaxed. 　　 It was as if he were saying, "This person is now 'in my pocket,' and I'm going to use him." 　　 "What's with that?" The political commissar frowned at Ah Hong's audacity. "Go, pour the leader 　　 a cup of tea." Ah Hong was reluctant, but she still put her coat back on and got out of bed to get the tea. She poured one cup for the political commissar. Turning back to 　　pour the second cup, she casually spread her slender fingers and wiped them across the political commissar's chest, her hand following his every move 　　; as she walked, she kept turning back to stare intently at him. Thinking about it carefully, the meaning was probably: "Don't talk 　　about me, you're no better." 　　 After finishing the tea, the political commissar finally left. The secretary couldn't stop him. The political commissar had been firmly established in the police academy for years, and the academy's development 　　was evident to all. Therefore, the secretary valued this person highly, wishing he could become a close friend. 　　 However, nowadays, the cohesion among grassroots cadres is no longer solely based on hometown ties; the reasons are far more diverse. Some people summarize that at 　　least one of the following must be achieved: "Studying together, fighting together, committing crimes together, and visiting prostitutes together." 　　If you want to achieve that, the last one is probably the easiest. 　　 "You're all drinking tea, what about me? Who cares about me?" Ah Hong said, lying on the bed. 　　 "Of course it's me," the secretary said, taking a large mouthful of tea and sitting down next to Ah Hong. He leaned down, trying 　　to squeeze the tea into Ah Hong's mouth through his teeth, but he didn't quite manage it, and the spilled tea ran down Ah Hong's 　　neck. 　　 Ah Hong got up to wipe the water off, taking off her shirt in the process. Regular exercise had given her a strong physique, including her chest and upper arms, 　　which were quite muscular. Not very large, but very firm. 　　 The secretary pinched Ah Hong's bulging biceps and asked, "You said it looked good somewhere? Does that mean you 　　drink tea there too?" The secretary looked Ah Hong up and down, his gaze involuntarily falling between her legs. 　　 "I won't drink down there," Ah Hong quickly said, covering her lower body with her hands. The secretary had only been looking and had no intention of doing so 　　, but Ah Hong's reminder gave her an idea. 　　 After arranging for the people left behind to take samples and collect evidence, the brother-in-law quickly went to SC Company. He hoped 　　the people there could identify the urine sample and bra he brought. If they could confirm that Ruoxi had indeed been in this room, then the investigation 　　would have made some progress. "What exactly happened in this room?" the brother-in-law asked. 　　He pieced together images of what might have happened here a few hours earlier. 　　 When a faint fragrance wafted into Da Huang's nostrils, Da Huang finally decided to stop enjoying 　　the pleasure of Ruoxi biting his nipples and prepared to rape her. At this time, the sky was beginning to lighten, and the night was about to end. Da Huang violently 　　flipped Ruoxi onto the bed. 　　 He spread one of Ruoxi's legs wide, revealing the tender, red flesh inside. 　　 Ruoxi remained silent, quietly enduring. 　　 The police academy textbook says, "In this situation, the victim must remain calm. Silence and compliance 　　play a significant role in preserving life and reducing harm, and also help the police solve the case later. If they struggle, they may 　　lose their life. In situations where it's not a major issue, life is the most precious thing; without life, nothing else 　　matters." 　　 Da Huang grabbed one of Ruoxi's thighs with each arm, lifting her legs high. Then he used 　　one hand to guide his penis to find an opening. 　　 "Brother, this chick is so white." San Lengzi, who was monitoring outside, turned around and drooled as he looked at Ruoxi 　　. 　　 "Stop talking nonsense. Look outside. What's the use of being white? Even if she's white, she's still being dominated and fucked by us dark guys, isn't she 　　?" 　　 "Exactly. If you're so capable, why don't you ride on our brother and fuck him!" San Lengzi said smugly to Ruoxi, seemingly 　　mocking her, but actually flattering Da Huang. 　　 "Damn, I'll make her ride on top of you in a minute." Da Huang was angry, but he still thrust his penis 　　all the way in and then slammed it down again and again. He pressed Ruoxi's legs down so that they were bent over his body and 　　pressed tightly together, leaving only half of her body exposed. 　　 "Big brother, there are two people on the street outside who haven't moved for ages," San Lengzi said. 　　 "Let them take up space and sell steamed buns." Da Huang said while vigorously moving up and down. 　　 In the mornings in Tiannan, there are always some people who set up a gas stove and two tables by the roadside to sell steamed buns or other snacks 　　, which are cheap and delicious. But if you don't get a corner spot, business will be very bad. So some 　　people come early to get a good spot. 　　 "No. I know everyone who comes every day," San Lengzi said.

"Let me see," Da Huang said, turning around to see who it was. But he was standing too far back
to see. Unwilling to pull his penis out, he simply thrust it in and lifted Ruoxi up. He
held Ruoxi's back with both hands, making it look as if he was lifting her up with his penis.
Da Huang carried Ruoxi to the window and looked outside. "She's waiting for breakfast.
Don't make a fuss," he said to San Lengzi.
San Lengzi neither looked outside nor listened to what Da Huang was saying; he was playing with Ruoxi like a child.
He pinched Ruoxi's nipples one moment, and her nose the next.
"Brother, I've never played with such a good woman before."
(To be continued
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