Amateur Pervert

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In a bedroom less than seven square meters, a small wooden bed, only one meter wide, was crammed in. A person lay on the bed, limbs irregularly bent, ribs clearly visible, and waistline sunken into loose, faded blue shorts, the center of which bulged upwards, seemingly concealing a rod-like object.
Opposite the bed was an old-fashioned computer desk, cluttered with pirated CDs, books, a teacup, a lamp, a UPS, a mouse, and a 17-inch flat-screen color monitor. Oh, and there was an open beverage can, used as an ashtray by the bedroom's occupant.
"Ring...ring!"
The telephone, hidden by a pile of CDs and books, rang precisely at 7:30 in the morning. After about ten rings, the person on the bed began to stir and become agitated. He hunched over, climbed out of bed, squinted, pushed aside the pile of CDs, and found the telephone.
"Jiang Hong, get up, it's 7 o'clock." A deep, middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Oh, Dad, I know," came the reply from the other end, a series of yawns and indistinct slurs.
Jiang Hong rubbed his throbbing temples and trudged wearily into the bathroom.
After a quick shower, he stood naked in front of the mirror, staring at his thin reflection, feeling a pang of bitterness. He was already 23, his career a mess, his love life a complete blank. Less than 1.7 meters tall and weighing only 95 pounds, his looks were just average… He was a heavy smoker, smoking two packs a day, couldn't eat without beer, and loved strong tea… Why did he have so many flaws… Oh right, he almost forgot, he was also quite lecherous. Sigh! The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.
He grabbed a set of clothes from the closet, pulled them on, and went out.
It's only a ten-minute walk from his home to his workplace, and he drives recklessly along the way, his old bicycle serving its only purpose. For Jiang Hong, cycling to work in the morning is his only form of exercise, so he's very mindful of the time he spends on the road.
Today was good; he arrived at the company in six minutes. Just as he entered the company gate, he bumped into Yao Shengli, the manager of the computer department, who was coming out. Jiang Hong plopped down on the ground, glaring angrily at his manager and best friend, who was laughing heartily at him.
Yao Shengli helped Jiang Hong up—though "helped" would be a more accurate word than "lifted"—the 1.82-meter-tall, 160-pound Yao Shengli was a stark contrast to Jiang Hong: one tall and fat, the other short and thin.
Jiang Hong patted the dirt off his pants, still furious that Yao Shengli had grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. He said angrily, "Fatty, are you in such a hurry to reincarnate?! Damn it!"
Yao Shengli stopped laughing and apologetically straightened Jiang Hong's already wrinkled collar. "Hehe, I won't say more. My online friend from Hebei, his wife, will be at the train station in about 20 minutes. I have to hurry and pick her up. Tell the boss's wife I'm going to the development zone for business. I'm outta here! I'll treat you to drinks later."
Jiang Hong shrugged enviously as he watched Yao Shengli get into a taxi.
Yao Shengli was a year older than him. They used to work at the same computer company; he repaired computers, and Yao Shengli joined the company as a salesman after Jiang Hong had repaired computers for a year. Yao Shengli's eloquence, outstanding performance, and many other advantages led to him becoming a branch manager in his second month. That's when they met. They hit it off immediately, often exchanging classic adult films. Jiang Hong taught him how to bypass the telecom blockade of Taiwanese adult websites using proxy servers, while Yao Shengli, after finding good movies and pictures, directly sent the BT seeds to Jiang Hong.
Six months ago, Yao Shengli met Wu Jie, a girl working in sales at another computer company, through business. Their relationship quickly blossomed, like a wildfire that couldn't be stopped. At the same time, a client Yao Shengli was about to close suddenly switched sides to another company, causing his company to lose 200,000 yuan—and this company happened to be the one Wu Jie worked for.
Jiang Hong didn't ask what happened, only that shortly after Yao Shengli was demoted, he was fired for consistently being late. Yao Shengli also resigned and chose this company, becoming the computer department manager. After staying home for several months, Jiang Hong found a job as a network administrator at an internet cafe. Not long ago, Yao Shengli called him to the company to do computer repairs.
With nothing much to do all morning, Jiang Hong was happy to relax, so he went to the photocopier department to watch the technicians repairing their machines and chatted idly about everything under the sun.
He thought he could just coast until lunchtime, but at 11 a.m., the boss's wife smiled and said to him, "Xiao Jiang, you'll have to make a trip. Mr. Yang's good friend's laptop is having some problems. Here's the address and phone number." She handed him a note. She added with concern, "Be careful on your bike!"
Luckily, it wasn't far; he arrived in about ten minutes. This was Jiangcheng Second Prison.
This prison, not far from the city center, was very low-key. The staff dormitory was also inside, quiet and peaceful. The four high walls looked somewhat flimsy, and the weeds in the corners never grew. Several prisoners were squatting in a corner cleaning, seemingly enjoying a 30-degree sunbath. A prison guard, holding a baton and smoking, stood in the shade of a tree. This was nothing like the soldiers standing at attention at the gate, guns at their sides, motionless under the scorching sun.
Following the address on the note, Jiang Hong arrived at the innermost unit and knocked on the door. "Who is it?" a young girl's voice came from inside. "I'm here to fix my computer," Jiang Hong replied.
The door opened, and a tall, slender young woman appeared before him. Good luck, a real beauty, Jiang Hong thought to himself with a smug grin. "The computer's in the room on the left. My dad hasn't come home from work yet," the woman said, her voice pleasant but slightly arrogant. The air conditioning in the room was on, the cool air instantly dispelling the summer heat.
"These are just malicious ads from some websites. Use a tool to delete them and they won't pop up anymore," he said, pointing to the dating ad page that had just appeared, his hand moving rapidly with the mouse.
The woman casually replied, preoccupied with trimming her long, beautiful fingernails. Jiang Hong turned his head, secretly observing her. Her skin was so smooth, fair and delicate, her long, flowing hair tinged with a yellowish hue, a few strands falling perfectly into the cleavage revealed by her tank top. Even more alluring were her snow-white, flawless thighs beneath her denim miniskirt, the gap between the skirt and her thighs fueling his fantasies.
He swallowed hard, forcing his gaze away from the beautiful legs. He successfully fixed the laptop, but his mind was still filled with images of her cleavage and legs. "Damn it, if this keeps up, I'm bound to make a mistake sooner or later. I'm turning into a pervert." He rubbed his temples frantically, trying to reassure himself that he'd spend 50 yuan to "cool down" after payday.
"Any problems?" He'd been there for less than 10 minutes, and fixing the computer had taken less than 3. Most of the time he'd been peeping at the beautiful woman. However, she'd kept her legs crossed, so there weren't any of the glimpses of her exposed skin he'd imagined, but it was enough for Jiang Hong to fantasize. Since she'd never even glanced at him properly since he entered, he felt there was no point in staying any longer. A wave of inferiority washed over him; he just wanted to leave, go home, eat, and then get a nice hour's sleep.
The woman looked up, took the mouse, and made a few quick adjustments. "No problem." Without even a thank you, Jiang Hong packed his software and got up to leave, annoyed.
"Oh, right, there's another little problem I don't know if you know how to fix?" The pretty girl seemed to remember something and opened Bubble Fighter on her desktop. "You see, I can't type Chinese here or switch input methods. I could do that at the school's internet cafe."
After downloading a Bubble Input Method patch for XP, Jiang Hong pressed the Ctrl key and then the spacebar simultaneously, and the Smart ABC input method immediately switched to working. "Alright, now I can input Chinese." He skillfully entered his account and password and joined the Pirate Ship map. "Let me try it out." After finishing a round of Pirate Ship, Jiang Hong's elusive Bubble input technique easily eliminated all the enemies. Glancing to the side, he saw the beautiful woman staring wide-eyed at the screen. Only after the second round ended in the same way did she exclaim in surprise, "I never thought I'd meet a real Bubble Master! How are you so good at Bubble Input? Your timing is so precise! No way! Teach me how to play!" Seeing the woman's incredulous praise, her beautiful eyes shining with admiration, Jiang Hong smiled sheepishly.
He wouldn't dare to embarrass himself in other games, but he was indeed quite good at Bubble Fighter. In fact, he hadn't spent much time playing Bubble Fighter; perhaps he just had some talent. He let her play a round by herself and found that she could hardly connect the bubbles, and didn't even know some basic techniques. While teaching her how to make bubbles, he learned some information about her through conversation. The girl's name was Yin Ning, a sophomore in the Foreign Languages Department of Zhejiang University, one of China's top universities.
"My family isn't originally from Jiangcheng. We moved here from Changsha when I was in junior high," Yin Ning said, her thin lips slightly parted, very charming, her large eyes beneath long eyelashes appearing somewhat lost.
Jiang Hong was captivated, his mind wandering. He hadn't expected to meet such a beautiful woman and have such a pleasant conversation. Ah, what a long-awaited stroke of luck with women! Lost in thought, he couldn't help but conjure up some sordid ideas.
He shook his head to clear his mind, then composed himself and said, "It's almost midnight, I have to go… Can I ask for your phone number?" Yin Ning bit her lip, her delicate features instinctively showing a hint of defensiveness. She lowered her head and said, "I might be going back to Hangzhou next month."
Jiang Hong's newly ignited confidence was suddenly shattered by the suspicion in Yin Ning's eyes. He forced a smile and nodded, saying, "Sorry to bother you, I'll go home now." Yin Ning nodded slightly.
Jiang Hong, barefoot from the bedroom to the living room, remained silent. He slumped into his shoes, thinking, "Not giving me a single chance. That look is an insult to me. Do I look like a pervert? Maybe I really do." Just thinking about how he'd been staring at Yin Ning's smooth thighs, his pupils must have been green with lust, he was practically drooling… But that's what men are like, especially a sap-ridden young man like me. His face flushed uncontrollably. The security door to Yin Ning's house slammed shut, and his heart sank.
He mechanically tried to unlock his bicycle, but the key wouldn't come right. Lost in thought, he glanced up at Yin Ning's balcony. In the blinding sunlight, he vaguely saw a slender figure. Then, a small piece of paper was thrown down, hitting him squarely on the head. Picking it up, he looked back; only the swaying curtains remained on the balcony.
He gently unfolded the paper, revealing a line of neat, elegant handwriting: "139xxxxxxxx, text messages only, no phone calls."
~Chapter Two: The Woman Bound in the Car~
Looking at the neat handwriting, his mood brightened. He pushed his bicycle, humming the popular song "Fairy Tale," and happily prepared to go home. The prison gate had been closed before he arrived; he had entered through a side door after signing the papers. But now he found the small gate closed, the main gate open, and two large, dark blue trucks parked at the entrance. Several prisoners stood on the roofs of the trucks, constantly throwing down bulging sacks, and the prisoners below each carried a sack into the prison.
Several prison guards with batons stood by, their hands behind their backs. One of the guards, a portly man, called out to Jiang Hong, who was slowly pushing his cart towards them, "What are you doing here?"
"To fix Director Yin's computer." The portly guard turned to look at the gatekeeper, who nodded. The portly guard turned back and waved towards the outside of the prison, indicating that Jiang Hong could leave.
Because the gate was blocked by the two trucks, leaving only a gap of less than a meter, Jiang Hong could only continue pushing his cart away. As soon as he pushed out of the prison gate, he climbed onto the cart. A muffled "thud!" startled him, and he turned around, speechless at the scene before him.
The fat prison guard who had just stopped him was now lying on the ground, a bulging sack pressed against his chest. Almost instantly, the two prisoners standing on the roof of the car jumped out. The thinner prisoner swiftly snatched the gun from the still-shocked guard, while the burly other prison guard was knocked down with a few punches. Then the two rushed towards the door. Jiang Hong, still not recovered, was grabbed by one arm and lifted up by the two.
The frail Jiang Hong seemed to have no weight at all. He was shoved into the taxi that had just been intercepted. The prisoner with the gun fired a bullet wildly at the prison gate. The explosion, several times louder than a firecracker, stunned the prison guards who were about to rush out.
The driver was kicked out of the driver's seat. The thinner prisoner threw the gun to the burly prisoner holding Jiang Hong hostage in the back before getting in and the taxi sped away. After a while, the emergency alarm, which hadn't been sounded in over a decade, rang in the prison.
“Baldy, there are three options: one, stay in the city and don’t leave; two, just drive straight through the tollbooth.” The thin prisoner driving in the front spoke, paused, and didn’t continue immediately. After a few seconds of silence, the bald man in the back seemed to have no answer, so he continued, “Three, kill this kid, and then go our separate ways!” His voice was so cold that Jiang Hong, who was curled up in the back seat, trembled all over.
“Old Bird, I promised to help you escape, so I, Baldy, entrusted my worthless life to you. I’ll do whatever you say!” Baldy raised his neck and shoved Jiang Hong aside, swiftly aiming his gun at the limp Jiang Hong.
“Good brother! Then let’s just drive straight through the tollbooth!” Old Bird honked the horn and floored the accelerator. Old
Bird seemed to know the streets of Jiangcheng very well, and soon drove onto Jixian Avenue. Driving along this road for a few more minutes would bring them to the tollbooth. The car was going very fast, and Jiang Hong swayed back and forth with the car as if he had no bones.
"Open the window and tell that kid to lie down outside!" the veteran officer calmly directed. The tollbooth was getting closer, and a large number of police officers seemed to be surrounding the platform, leaving only one lane open. The lane barrier was already down, and seeing that the taxi ahead showed no intention of slowing down, the police at the platform drew their guns and shouted at the car to stop.
The car was still going very fast, and Jiang Hong, with a gun pointed at him and lying down outside the window, was already blinded by the wind generated by the car's speed. He vaguely saw a number of police officers standing ahead and cried out for help. Unexpectedly, this caused the police officers surrounding the lane to move aside. "Bang!" The speeding taxi crashed into the barrier across the lane. A fragment of the barrier hit Jiang Hong squarely on the head. Jiang Hong felt dizzy and disoriented; the glaring sunlight suddenly turned gloomy. His tired eyelids drooped, and a flash of white light appeared, followed by complete darkness.
Jiang Hong, experiencing his first bout of unconsciousness, felt himself leaning against a soft cushion, its flesh pressed against him, smelling wonderful. On the cushion was a plump, white steamed bun, its aroma seemingly emanating from it, fragrant and tempting. His mouth watered uncontrollably, and without thinking, he reached for it. Wait! Why couldn't he move his hand! He tried to stand up, but couldn't! Startled, he tried to scream, but found himself unable to make a sound! Then he noticed the cushion was shaking, emitting a woman's sobbing sound! Good heavens! The cushion was alive!
Startled, Jiang Hong gradually awoke, but everything was pitch black. A few seconds later, his mind adjusted to the dim light. His thoughts cleared from the unconsciousness; a throbbing pain shot through his left forehead, and he could feel the congealed blood when he frowned. His wrists were unbearably swollen, tightly bound with ropes as thick as fingers. Something was stuffed in his mouth, and he was scratching his throat, his eyes itching; it felt like cotton cloth or something similar.
This was in the cargo hold of a small container truck, which was still moving, the vehicle was swaying slightly, and occasionally a horn or two could be heard.
Fortunately, the rear door of the carriage had a slight crease, allowing it to open a crack with a little more swaying, letting in a faint ray of light. The interior space flashed brightly, causing a sharp pain in his eyes, and Jiang Hong was forced to twist his body further in… but his head bumped into something soft, a sweet fragrance mixed with the smell of sweat wafting into his nose.
Another flash of light, and he saw clearly that what he had bumped into was a woman's lower abdomen. Looking up, he couldn't help but exhale a deep breath… it was a young girl, about 20 years old, also bound hand and foot, her mouth gagged. The carriage began to jolt violently, likely entering a side road. The carriage door seemed almost impossible to close, the gap as if blocked by something, letting in plenty of light.
Jiang Hong stared wide-eyed at the girl before him, whose face was pale with fear, two streams of tears running down her cheeks, making her incredibly pitiful. At this moment, Jiang Hong was completely unaware of how grotesque and terrifying his appearance was. Blood flowing from the wound on his left temple covered his entire left side of his face. The wound was swollen and bulging, his left eyelid drooped halfway, and it was somewhat bruised.
The bright light allowed Jiang Hong to stare unabashedly at the girl's delicate face, drooling. Looking at her entire body, it was clear that she had struggled before being bound. Her silk-smooth white shirt was unbuttoned to the third button, revealing the ample cleavage supported by her flesh-colored bra. The flesh-colored stockings covering her long, beautiful legs under her navy blue knee-length skirt had been torn in several places, including her calves and ankles. Such a sensual scene made Jiang Hong's blood boil. If it weren't for the cotton stuffed in his mouth, he would have been swallowing hard.
His gaze then settled on the girl's face. Her round face was slightly distorted by the cotton stuffed in her mouth, and her black hair was pulled back and tied into an upturned braid. Her delicate, fair face possessed a surprising blend of cuteness and elegance. This image reminded him of a pornographic film called "Uniform Rape" that Fatty Yao Shengli had recently recommended to him. Recalling the scenes in the movie—a burly man using various methods to torture a frail flight attendant—
the imagery instantly caused a tent to bulge in his abdomen. The swaying of the car brought him a brief, stimulating pleasure, and a wicked thought began to surface.
He wriggled his hips, using the strength of his legs to move to the girl's side. He was now only a fist's width away from her. Luck seemed to be on his side; after a large jolt, Jiang Hong was surprised to find himself almost lying on top of the girl. A rich fragrance filled his nostrils, and he was breathless with pleasure, completely mesmerized.
The girl was clearly terrified, desperately tilting her head back, afraid that Jiang Hong's hideous face would come close at any moment. Unfortunately, she had already retreated to the very back of the truck bed. The cold metal made her somewhat resigned. Her cute face twitched a few times, then she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, adopting a submissive posture.
"Am I that hateful to you?" Jiang Hong felt a slight pang of inferiority and retreat upon seeing the girl like this, but his eyes were immediately drawn to her flesh-colored cleavage. It was so well-developed. He couldn't help but press his face against it, rubbing it wantonly. The fragrance was intoxicating. After a while, he finally lifted his head from the cleavage and took a deep breath. He was somewhat annoyed that his hands and feet were also bound. Such a stunning beauty was right beside him, yet he couldn't do anything about it. Drooling dripped from the corner of his mouth, which was stuffed with cotton. A name tag with a metallic sheen caught his eye.
Zuo Xin, Meilian Supermarket, Jiangcheng. Jiang Hong silently read the gold-plated name tag hanging on the left breast of the girl's shirt. She's a supermarket employee! She was caught in the truck just like me! How long have I been unconscious? Where am I now? A series of dangerous signals assaulted his mind. He leaned his head against her chest, acutely aware that once the car stopped, he would be treated as a burden and rendered useless, then dumped in the wilderness. This
girl named Zuo Xin, who had just escaped from prison, seemed to have no value other than being gang-raped and dumped in the wilderness…
Thinking of the bald man with the fierce look in his eyes who could knock out a prison guard with a single punch, and the calm, cunning, and ruthless old man, Jiang Hong suddenly lost all interest. He wondered how this girl had been abducted into their car. What a pity for such a young girl.
He shifted back slightly, creating some distance between himself and Zuo Xin, gazing tenderly at her delicate face. Jiang Hong, used to being slovenly, had lived a simple, loveless life ever since his first love ended in school. He never imagined that just when he was nearing death, a little sister like Xin would fall from the sky to keep him company. God's gift came far too late. Sigh! He sighed inwardly.
Zuo Xin closed her eyes, suppressing the urge to vomit, and thought to herself with self-pity, "Today has been so unlucky. At lunchtime, two menacing men suddenly showed up. After buying so many things, they pulled out a gun from somewhere. Not only did they refuse to pay, but they also dragged me into their car. And even in the car, there was this scoundrel who took the opportunity to grope me even though I was tied up like this. So disgusting." First, her breasts were assaulted. She was prepared to endure further humiliation, but after a full minute, there was still no further action. Even the pressure on her breasts suddenly disappeared. She cautiously opened her eyes, only to meet Jiang Hong's gentle gaze. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly closed her eyes again.
Seeing Zuo Xin's expression, Jiang Hong chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Heh, this is what they mean when a person is about to die. Sigh, Mom and Dad, I don't need you to take care of me anymore. I'll be filial to you in the next life." Thinking of his father still working two security guard jobs, tears streamed down his face, adding to his already ferocious features with tear streaks and a look of grief and indignation. Luckily, Zuo Xin had closed her eyes; otherwise, seeing such a face would have surely made her faint.
Just then, her cell phone rang in her pocket.
~Chapter Three: A Narrow Escape~
A small gathering of friends was taking place in a private room at the Red House Hotel. Yao Shengli, affectionately embracing his girlfriend of four years, pulled out his phone and dialed Jiang Hong's number. "Strange, why isn't anyone answering? Don't blame me for not inviting him for drinks." He Feng, a few years older than Yao Shengli, curled his lip, feigning disdain: "Without Jiang Hong, it would be too boring to beat you all up." Cai Ying, who was engrossed in watching TV, turned her head and said, "Ever since Fatty recruited Jiang Hong to their company, he's probably been subjected to Fatty's signature mental torture. I bet he wouldn't dare come to this dinner!"
Yao Shengli pretended to be angry and threw a crumpled napkin at Cai Ying, "Stop it! Breaking news!"
"A major prison break occurred in our city around noon today. Two inmates, while undergoing labor reform, injured a prison guard, seized a police gun, grabbed a young man passing by, and then hijacked a taxi to escape. Director Wu of the Municipal Public Security Bureau stated that they are urgently deploying a response plan. Currently, the fugitives have not yet been apprehended… Fifteen minutes after the incident, the two fugitives, holding a hostage, broke through a police roadblock at a toll station. Police cars were unable to pursue them due to the large crowds in the surrounding area and the fugitives' gunfire. Thirty minutes after the incident…" A supermarket in the suburbs was robbed, and a female clerk was kidnapped by two robbers. The robbers also stole a white van. According to the supermarket's security footage, the two robbers were the escaped convicts who had escaped from prison at noon…”
Yao Shengli, after reading the report, was somewhat surprised. He said to his girlfriend, who was nestled in his arms, “Little girl, look, as soon as you arrived, such a big thing happened to welcome you. Luckily, it's been confirmed that the criminals escaped from the city, otherwise I wouldn't dare walk with you on the street tonight!”
Everyone at the table pretended to vomit.
Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away in Longmian Mountain, on a secluded road leading to an abandoned mine, a white van suddenly stopped.
The sudden braking caused the two people in the carriage to tumble together. Jiang Hong ended up on top of Zuo Xin, their noses almost touching. Jiang Hong helplessly accepted this unexpected stroke of good fortune, his mind racing. This might be the last treat of his life. It was a pity his mouth was stuffed with that annoying cloth; otherwise, he would have kissed her properly.
The carriage door was pulled open, and the dim light of dusk illuminated the interior. Two figures blocked some of the light—Old Bird and Baldy.
"Heh, enjoying yourself, huh!" Old Bird stared at Jiang Hong, who was sprawled on top of Zuo Xin, his expression flickering slightly before returning to its cold, sinister tone. Jiang Hong felt a chill run down his spine, afraid to even breathe. Even Zuo Xin beneath him could feel his pounding heartbeat.
The bald man crawled into the cargo compartment and kicked Jiang Hong aside. Jiang Hong felt a powerful impact on his chest, which his already frail body couldn't withstand. After the excruciating pain, he felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood, even the gag he had used to stuff his mouth was thrown out.
The bald man grabbed Zuo Xin's voluptuous body by her shirt and dragged her out of the car, taking the opportunity to roughly grope her slightly upturned buttocks. His eyes were filled with lust, and he wished he could have her right then and there. Because there was still someone in the car who hadn't been dealt with, the bald man licked his lips and asked, "Shall we take care of that kid now?"
The old man holding the gun nodded, pointing the muzzle at Jiang Hong, who was still groaning in the car.
The dizziness of impending death washed over Jiang Hong. His mouth, no longer covered by the gag, remained open, and his chin was covered in blood. He couldn't think anymore; his mind was blank, and time seemed to stand still.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, echoing along the mountain road. Jiang Hong stared motionlessly at the two figures outside the truck bed, his eardrums throbbing painfully, a long ringing in his ears temporarily deafening him. He only saw one of the burly figures fall to the ground.
The bald man stared wide-eyed at the sky, a bloody hole in his forehead, from which a few drops of crimson blood seeped out after a long while. He could never understand why Old Bird had suddenly turned and shot him dead, because his mind was still filled with the image of Zuo Xin's alluring, voluptuous buttocks.
Old Bird deftly dragged the bald man's body into the driver's cab, pressed the bald man's heavy foot onto the accelerator, turned the key a few times, and the truck started up. He quickly pulled his hand away, and the driverless truck shuddered a few times before speeding up and heading forward. A dozen meters ahead was a cliff, an endless pine forest cascading into the distance like terraced fields. A few seconds later, the high-speed truck, its front wheels sinking into the water, flipped 180 degrees and plummeted straight down. Jiang Hong, who was in the cargo hold, was thrown out after losing his balance, but luckily landed on a pine tree with dense foliage. Of course, he escaped the old bird's notice as well.
After the white car disappeared from the old bird's sight, he turned around, pointed his gun at Zuo Xin, hesitated for a moment, put the gun away, and said coldly, "You should thank your genitals; they've given you one more day to live." With that, he hoisted Zuo Xin onto his shoulder, picked up a woven bag filled with food and cigarettes, and headed towards the higher ground of the mountain.
Jiang Hong, propelled by the pine branches, fell face down, his already wounded face instantly covered in more bloody scratches. The excitement of surviving the ordeal made him happy for a brief minute, but after that minute, he couldn't feel happy at all.
The wrecked container truck lay on its side in a pine forest crevice less than ten meters away. The windshield was shattered, and the bald man's lifeless head was pressed against the horn on the steering wheel. Countless shards of glass were embedded in his狰狞 (
zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face. The engine was still running, the fuel tank bulging and gushing gasoline. The truck was about to explode! Scenes from police dramas flashed through Jiang Hong's mind. Heaven is against me! He tried to stand up, his face contorted in despair, but the ropes binding his ankles were crisscrossed, and all his efforts were in vain. Grind the ropes through! Yes! Still a scene from a police drama. He laboriously crawled to a sharp rock nearby and frantically rubbed the knots of the thick ropes.
After a few minutes, he actually managed to break the ropes. Ignoring the ropes on his wrists, his legs, just recovering from numbness, limped and ran desperately with his back to the truck. "Boom!" The car finally exploded. The rushing air shoved Jiang Hong, who hadn't run far, forward with a thud. Losing his balance, his face slammed hard against the ground.
Blood gushing from his nostrils made him feel clear-headed for the first time. Leaning against a rock, he frantically rubbed the rope on his wrists. The truck in the distance was already glowing red-hot, and a nearby pine tree was also burning and crackling with embers, but it hadn't ignited other trees. It had rained the night before, and the damp, shaded woodland shouldn't have allowed the fire to spread so quickly. The bald man's body, covered in glass, was charred black. He could vaguely see shards of melted glass dripping through the corpse, and a wave of nausea rose in his throat. Jiang Hong quickly averted his eyes, looking at the lush greenery around him, managing to suppress the churning stomach acid. His
finally freed hands trembled slightly as he touched his cheeks, every spot burning with pain. "I'm definitely disfigured," he thought. "Is this what they call escaping death?" Looking up at the mountain path more than 20 meters away, which formed a 45-degree slope with his current position, the soft soil seemed difficult to climb.
After more than ten minutes, Jiang Hong finally reached the top of the path. Standing at the edge and looking down, he could no longer see the raging flames; thick black smoke rose straight into the sky. A forest fire seemed to have been stopped by divine intervention.
He breathed a sigh of relief, checked his pockets, and thankfully, his phone was still there. He licked his lips in relief, but his mouth was full of sourness. A missed call—it was from Fatty earlier. He quickly called back, and it connected.
"It's me…hello!" he said, but then there was silence. Looking closely, he saw the phone screen was blank; it had run out of battery at the crucial moment! His earlier excitement vanished instantly.
The sun had already disappeared below the horizon, darkness was about to fall, and the moon hung translucently in the sky on the other side. It wasn't very dark yet, but it would be hard to say later. Jiang Hong felt his pocket; half a pack of Honghe cigarettes was still there. He quickly lit one and put it in his mouth.
The most important thing right now was to get out of here. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaling only when his trachea felt a burning sensation.
The bumpy mountain road was deserted, and there was no sign of human habitation. Looking around, there wasn't a village in sight. Logically, at this time, everyone should be lighting their lamps and eating dinner. He'd keep walking along the road. He wasn't sure he wouldn't find a village at the end. He tightened his belt.
It was getting dark really fast. His stomach seemed to be protesting that he hadn't eaten for two meals, though this wasn't enough to make Jiang Hong, who often had no appetite, feel desperately hungry.
So much had happened in the past half-day; thinking about it now, it was actually quite exciting. He'd have something to brag about to Fatty when he got back. A sense of excitement quietly drove away his fatigue and hunger. He jogged along the side of the road closest to the mountainside. It was already quite dark, about the same brightness as inside the carriage. Already slightly nearsighted, he grew increasingly anxious. He hummed a quiet melody to bolster his courage, but repeatedly tripped over loose stones, stumbling and staggering. Once he regained his footing, he dared not look back, only managing a short jog while trying to maintain his balance. He quickly realized his mistake.
The road had ended.
The moon, which had hidden behind the clouds, had somehow reappeared, illuminating the vast area before him. Jiang Hong understood that he had come from the opposite direction; this must be the highest point this road could reach. Before him lay desolation. A broken half-wall bore signs that read "Safe Production," indicating this was an abandoned mine.
Reaching the broken wall, he tried to find any clues about the mountain, but to no avail. He slumped to the ground, leaning against the crumbling wall. His stomach pounded with hunger; he feared he would starve to death here. But where could he find food in this desolate mountain? He began to regret that for the past 23 years he had only known a comfortable life and had never learned about wilderness survival, which had led him to this predicament.
Hunger and exhaustion struck at once, leaving his entire body aching. His eyelids felt as if they carried several kilograms of weight, drooping incessantly. He wanted to light a cigarette, but found that hunger had rendered even that effortless.
Soon, he felt countless stars and birds appear before his eyes. He gritted his teeth, stood up, shook his head, and repeatedly told himself that he needed to sleep, and he had to find a comfortable place. Who knew if there were wild animals in these mountains? If he fell asleep against that crumbling wall, he wouldn't even know how he died.
He was proud of his continued clarity of mind. He walked around the crumbling wall, past scattered, dilapidated shacks. Some still stood, others lay irregularly on the ground. Further ahead, he could see a steep cliff. Though he couldn't discern its depth, the tips of several ancient pines swayed gently in the wind, barely exceeding a person's height above the cliff edge. A chill ran down his spine. He quickly made his decision: he would take a good nap under one of the intact shacks.
Ignoring the dust on the ground, he lay down like a lazy dog. His consciousness was slowly fading when suddenly he sat up with a start, wondering if he would never wake up if he slept like this. Would all his ordeal and escape from death have been for nothing? Who knew where his bones would end up in the droppings of some ferocious beast? Just as
he was pondering how to spend the night and how to descend the mountain tomorrow, a woman's scream suddenly pierced the quiet night from the other side of the cliff. Jiang Hong couldn't help but shudder, a beautiful and captivating face flashing through his mind!
~Chapter Four White Floral Underwear~
Could it be Zuo Xin? The helpless girl in the carriage, whom he had groped? This memory greatly invigorated Jiang Hong. He straightened his legs, took a deep breath, and quietly walked towards the edge of the cliff. Because it was night, everything was still, so the sound was very clear.
The closer he got, the more his heart tightened. He soon discovered a narrow passage, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, hidden against the cliff face. A flickering firelight shone on the stone wall beside the passage. "Haha! Four years of waiting! And the first thing I see is you, my beauty!"
Old Bird! Jiang Hong's heart suddenly raced. He stopped, wanting to turn and run away immediately. The thought of Old Bird's cold, sinister eyes made him shudder. But the sounds of tearing clothes assaulted him, and Zuo Xin's screams rose and fell like bullets piercing his eardrums.
He bent down, picked up a rock, held his breath, and quietly entered the passage, his body pressed against the stone wall. The passage was short, and the end was clearly the size of a bedroom. His hands, gripping the rock, were sweaty, and he immediately felt cold sweat pouring down his body. He desperately wanted to turn back.
Jiang Hong peeked out and saw that Lao Niao had his back to him, with a bonfire crackling nearby. Zuo Xin lay on the ground, her hands and feet still bound, but the gag in her mouth had been removed. Her top was completely stripped off, revealing two beautiful breasts, which Lao Niao's large hands were shamelessly kneading. Zuo Xin writhed in pain, struggling in vain.
Lao Niao ripped off the last piece of clothing Zuo Xin was wearing, her white floral lingerie instantly arousing both men. Lao Niao quickly pulled down his pants. "Beauty, I've saved up four years' worth for you!" Jiang Hong could only see Lao Niao's back, and subconsciously glanced at his crotch; his erection was already there.
White floral lingerie… Damn it, even here, I won't let you get away with it! Taking advantage of Lao Niao crouching between Zuo Xin's legs, Jiang Hong lunged forward, gathering all his strength to smash the rock in his hand against the back of Lao Niao's head. The rock shattered in two with a crisp crash, blood spurting out immediately, and Old Bird's scream echoed through the valley.
Jiang Hong thought Old Bird would collapse, but he had seriously underestimated his abilities. Just as the rock in his hand broke in two, Old Bird, with surprising agility, turned and punched Jiang Hong amidst his own scream. Fortunately, the severe head injury seemed to have taken its toll; the punch only lightly grazed Jiang Hong's lower abdomen before falling limply, yet it still startled Jiang Hong, making him jump.
Old Bird, head tilted, struggled to his feet, blood streaming down his neck from the back of his head. His shorts, pulled down to his knees, forced him to instinctively spread his legs for balance.
Jiang Hong, clutching the remaining half of the broken rock, quickly moved to Zuo Xin's side, trying to stand upright in front of the woman, but his legs trembled uncontrollably. Old Bird retreated towards the campfire, his face contorted in pain, seemingly enduring excruciating agony. Jiang Hong's sudden appearance caused Zuo Xin to scream again before fainting. Jiang Hong glanced at the unconscious Zuo Xin and thought to himself, "Girls are so fragile; she fainted from excitement." Little did he know that she had watched him fall into the valley with the car, and now she had suddenly reappeared, her face covered in mud and blood, with a swollen bruise on her nose. Even the legendary demons weren't this terrifying.
The two faced off when suddenly Lao Niao bent down and rushed towards the woven bag by the campfire. A black gun barrel protruded from the bag's opening. Jiang Hong was startled and, without thinking, kicked it with all his might. By the time his toe touched the bag, Lao Niao had already pulled out the gun. A flash of despair crossed his eyes, and he closed them, charging forward with his thin body. "Bang!" The bullet still fired. But because of the impact, the bullet didn't hit Jiang Hong's head as expected; instead, it grazed his ear and struck the rock wall in Zuo Xin's direction.
Time didn't stop. Jiang Hong, with Lao Niao's body pressed against him, fell stiffly to the stone ground. He clearly heard the Lao Niao's head hit the ground again with a dull thud. The muscles in his hand holding the gun were taut, and a few seconds later, it slammed down heavily.
Jiang Hong lay on Lao Niao's chest, panting heavily. He was finally done. He felt a sense of satisfaction; the white lace underwear was his. He propped himself up and staggered to Zuo Xin's exquisitely white body. His legs gave way, and he collapsed. Only after his hands tightly embraced Zuo Xin's soft waist did he slowly close his eyes. Blood unexpectedly flowed from his nostrils. His mind flashed back to the faint sound his nose had made when he hit Lao Niao. He felt his head growing larger and larger, his vision becoming increasingly blurry. He had never felt this bad even when he was drunk.
The ground suddenly shook, and a few drops of rock fragments fell from the bullet holes in the rock wall, scattering in clumps on the ground. Like a chick hatching from its shell, several cracks slowly spread outwards from the bullet hole, growing longer and thicker along the edges, splitting into smaller gaps at wider sections, intertwining with other small cracks.
Boom! A deafening roar. Suddenly, the rubble at the point where the cracks converged sank into the wall, falling inwards. The rapid descent of rock continued to his side, the crisp, muffled sound of breaking rocks. He realized that he and the unconscious Zuo Xin had also slid into the rubble like the falling stones. Before he could react, everything went black. Half of the tunnel floor had slid in, leaving dark, gaping shadows.
The feeling of rapid descent made Jiang Hong break out in a cold sweat; his heart seemed to leap into his throat, making him forget to breathe. Instinctively, he gripped Zuo Xin's soft body tightly, screaming in panic. He could even hear countless echoing vibrations.
Suddenly, he was surrounded by icy water. He hastily shut his mouth as a mouthful of cold water was forced down his throat, followed by a strange and powerful buoyancy that lifted him up. He surfaced, only to sink again.
The frigid groundwater forced him to regain his composure. Holding Zuo Xin with one arm, he struggled upwards with the other, soon surfacing again. This time, Jiang Hong was more skilled. He kicked rhythmically, controlling his direction with his waist, stopping to rest whenever his hands touched a rock. The thin air prevented him from lingering for long, so he continued paddling along the rocks. In the darkness, he couldn't discern direction, relying purely on instinct. His arms were frequently cut by sharp rocks, quickly burning with pain.
He didn't know how long he had been paddling. His hand, which was holding Zuo Xin, was unharmed but throbbing with soreness. He even considered abandoning Zuo Xin, but it was just a fleeting thought. It was quite an achievement to have survived this long, even though it had only been ten hours. Gradually, he could feel his toes touching the fine sand. He paddled a little harder, and the water level in the sand rose higher and higher. A surge of excitement washed over him. With his last bit of strength, he pulled Zuo Xin's body up onto the dry sand. (
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) A dizzying sensation followed, and Jiang Hong finally collapsed. His last conscious thought was placing his hand on white lace underwear.
The unconscious Jiang Hong and Zuo Xin were peaceful, their four legs still submerged in the water, occasionally swaying with the current. The underground river did not stop flowing because of the two unexpected guests. In their deep sleep, they could never have imagined how many corpses had flowed through this underground river.
About ten years ago, there was a small coal mine above this place. A sudden, massive collapse killed dozens of people. Rescue efforts were launched, but subsequent smaller collapses made rescue impossible, and the government eventually abandoned the operation. Since then, the area has been forgotten. Although a road has been built, clearing the coal mine is no longer an option; it's extremely difficult, and the cost would likely exceed the value of the remaining coal deposits.
A ray of light shone on the flowing water, reflecting off the rock face in a shimmering display. Jiang Hong slowly opened his eyes. It was the morning of the second day. The first thing he saw was Zuo Xin's naked upper body. Her fair, smooth skin and full, plump breasts immediately made his mouth dry and his face flush. He wanted to open his mouth and suckle one of her rosy nipples, but he found his bones felt like they were falling apart, and he had no energy at all.
He struggled to sit up and looked towards the light coming from the lush green leaves. Overjoyed, he thought, "Finally, I've escaped!" He gritted his teeth and stood up. Luckily, he was less than 1.7 meters tall, so there was still a hand's distance between him and the cave ceiling. He glanced at the still-sleeping Zuo Xin and prepared to leave the cave to find food.
He took several pleasant breaths of the fresh forest air, but when his foot landed on a protruding rock, he realized his sandals were missing. His right arm was covered in scratches, many of the deeper cuts already scabbed over. His chest and nose ached slightly, and his feet, soaked in cold water all night, felt light, yet he could still barely support his thin body.
After walking only a dozen meters, he found several low trees laden with wild berries the size of pigeon eggs. He picked one, took a small bite, and tasted a sweet and sour flavor. His appetite increased, and he wolfed down more than a dozen berries. After letting out a satisfying burp, he picked a few dozen more wild fruits and wrapped them in his tattered t-shirt. Satisfied, he got up and returned to the cave.
The cave was brightly lit by ample sunlight, with a slight coolness in the air. Having eaten and drunk his fill, Jiang Hong walked to Zuo Xin's side. The soft sand felt wonderful under his feet. He put down a bag of wild fruits and noticed Zuo Xin's legs near the water's edge. He gently patted her feet, watching the ripples spread out. Looking along the current, he could only see a fork in the river a dozen meters away, apparently a small exit of the underground river.
He gently lifted Zuo Xin's legs. Her feet, soaked overnight, seemed slightly swollen, but the tight stockings didn't detract from the beauty of her legs. Her ankles and wrists were still bound with thick ropes, which were red and swollen from the prolonged pressure. He examined the knot at her ankle; it seemed indestructible, and after several attempts, it wouldn't loosen. Instead, Zuo Xin, who was asleep, trembled slightly. Jiang Hong quickly lowered his hand and looked at Zuo Xin again.
Zuo Xin didn't wake up; her small mouth was slightly open, and through the light, one could even see her fragrant tongue. However, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was enduring pain. A strong desire suddenly surged in Jiang Hong's lower abdomen. He lay down beside Zuo Xin and pressed his lips to her delicate, fragrant lips. After the initial taste, his tongue darted deeper. Upon touching her tongue, he could no longer control himself. Both hands attacked simultaneously, his right hand slipping inside her white lace panties, his fingers moving deftly until his entire hand was wet.
He released his mouth, staring intently at her beautiful face. Zuo Xin's eyes remained tightly closed, her cheeks trembling slightly, her expression shifting uncertainly with the rhythm of his fingers. He pulled down her now-wet white lace panties, took a deep breath, and pressed his entire body against her beautiful form.
As his hips swayed, Jiang Hong was already intoxicated by pleasure. In his hazy state, he noticed that Zuo Xin was biting her lip and glaring at him with hatred in her eyes.

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