[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - 24

Surrounded by Enemies, Chapter 8:

Lei Gang roared as he ejaculated his thick semen into Xinlian's body. In his most frenzied writhing, his fingers twisted Ji Xiaoyun's nipples with extreme force, causing her to sweat profusely and let out a low moan.
"Beautiful lady, you're awake!" Lei Gang heard her cry and quickly released her.
Ji Xiaoyun opened her large, clear eyes. She wanted to warn or threaten the ugly man still clutching her breasts, but suddenly lost her usual confidence. She knew the severity of her injuries; being alive was a miracle. She didn't know how long it would take to recover her strength, and she might even lose her martial arts forever. Without power, this small-time hoodlum, whom she usually disregarded, would become her eternal nightmare. "
Don't be afraid, I hurt you just now, I'm sorry!" Lei Gang gently massaged her firm, supple breasts through her clothes. Humans all have a love of beauty. A stunning beauty like Ji Xiaoyun existed only in his dreams or fantasies. When his dream came true, Lei Gang felt a sense of shame. That's why he was so vicious and cruel in raping Xinlian, showing no mercy, yet he was kind and gentle to Ji Xiaoyun. The reason for this was probably something even he himself didn't fully understand. "
Take your filthy hands away!" Ji Xiaoyun tried to speak louder, but her breath was weak, her voice barely a whisper. "
What did you say?" Lei Gang hadn't heard her clearly. He leaned down, his stubble-covered face close to Ji Xiaoyun's.
"Take your filthy hands away!" This time Lei Gang understood. His face darkened, but he suppressed his anger. "Don't be afraid, I won't treat you like I treated her," Lei Gang said.
Mentioning Xinlian made Ji Xiaoyun want to kill him with a single blow, but her severely injured body prevented her from moving. Like a tiger fallen into the plains, she was bullied by a dog, her resentment burning.
Although Lei Gang had just vented his lust, the sight of Ji Xiaoyun waking only fueled his burning desire. He flipped over, straddling her, his stubble-covered mouth passionately kissing her bloodless lips. The pungent smell of alcohol and his bad breath nearly made her faint. Even more unbearable was the fact that, due to his weakness, his teeth were pried open, and his sticky, slippery tongue swirled wildly in her mouth. Ji Xiaoyun was both ashamed and anxious. She bit down hard on Lei Gang's tongue, but her strength was insufficient. The slight pain only fueled his rage. Lei Gang suddenly sucked, drawing out her soft tongue tip and holding it in his mouth, no matter how hard Ji Xiaoyun struggled, she couldn't pull it back.
Xinlian, watching Ji Xiaoyun's flushed face and inexplicable pain from the forced kiss, somehow found the courage and strength to pound Lei Gang's back with her small fists. When he released her, Xinlian screamed, but having already suffered so much, her strength was barely greater than Ji Xiaoyun's.
"What's all the noise about? You're asking for it!" Lei Gang released Ji Xiaoyun, turned around, and slapped Xinlian hard across the face. Five bright red finger marks immediately appeared on her fair, lotus-root-like face.
Ji Xiaoyun caught her breath. She glared at the ferocious Lei Gang, then glanced at Xinlian, who was stunned by the slap. Her mind was in turmoil, and she was filled with worry.
Lei Gang turned his face, putting on an extremely ugly smile. "Baby, I won't hit you, I'll only love you." As he spoke, Lei Gang retreated a few feet like a bear, grabbed the ends of her long nightgown, and pulled it up. When she was rescued, her clothes were already tattered. The pale yellow nightgown she was wearing belonged to Xinlian, but it was a little too small. Lei Gang struggled to roll the nightgown up little by little. He stared at the alluring body that was slowly being revealed before him, his eyes wide like saucers, his mouth agape like a hippopotamus, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth without him even noticing.
A beauty of Ji Xiaoyun's caliber was something he could only dream of. The excitement, longing, and agitation he felt at that moment were indescribable. His hands, gripping the sides of her pajamas, were sweating profusely. Gazing at her long, beautiful legs, now completely exposed, his penis reached its peak hardness.
Because the pajamas were small and rolled up, they were difficult to pull up further, only reaching her hips. Lei Gang bent down, trying to figure out how to remove the clothes, when suddenly his gaze froze. He stared intently between Ji Xiaoyun's legs.
Seeing Lei Gang's actions, Ji Xiaoyun blushed; she knew her secret had been discovered. Every woman has a love of beauty, even Ji Xiaoyun, the Phoenix Warrior, is no exception. Although she doesn't care much about her clothes, she buys high-end brand-name underwear. Her pure white designer silk panties perfectly cover her alluring private parts, making her look extremely tempting. But that's not the problem. Lei Gang saw that the triangle area was still completely white, and given the transparency of the panties, the color of her pubic hair should be visible.
Lei Gang's trembling hand pressed against the center of the panty's seam. The slightly raised mons pubis was incredibly smooth. He became even more excited, hooking two fingers around one side of the panty and pulling it open as if searching for treasure.
"Wow!" Lei Gang exclaimed. Ji Xiaoyun's private parts were like a newborn baby's, without a single hair. Her tightly closed labia were more delicate than a budding flower. "
Hairless is a white tiger!" Lei Gang hurriedly pulled off her panties, his gaze never leaving that area.
Lei Gang stared for several minutes before slowly recovering from his shock. He stretched out his thick fingers, gently moving them around the tightly closed flower buds, as if caressing a priceless work of art.
(To be continued...)
The roar of the engines grew louder, and two attack helicopters appeared in the night sky, their intense beams of light locking onto the frantically running Fang Chen. Even with his superb lightness skills, he couldn't outrun the speed of the aircraft. Halfway up the mountain, one helicopter suddenly spun around, machine gun fire erupting, a dense hail of bullets blocking his path. The other helicopter was already overhead, its headlights closely following his silhouette.
Fang Chen suddenly stopped. As one of the Four Demons, he was a veteran of many battles, becoming increasingly calm in perilous situations. Perhaps in the era of cold weapons, someone with Fang Chen's martial arts prowess could face thousands of troops without fear, but times had changed. No Phoenix or Demon Sect master could now use their body to block the destructive power of gunfire.
However, it would be difficult for two armed helicopters to kill or capture Fang Chen. He wouldn't stand there like a sitting duck for the machine gun. With the cover of night and the terrain, escaping easily wouldn't be difficult. If the helicopter were flying low, Fang Chen was even quite confident he could shoot it down with just rocks. But the situation was different now. After the avalanche, he was severely weakened, and carrying one dead and one alive, his running speed was vastly different.
It was a North Korean plane. Fang Chen saw the insignia on the fuselage—the insignia of the North Korean People's Army. Feng had a very strong foothold in North Korea, so he wasn't surprised.
The helicopter ahead stopped strafing, and two figures leaped from the plane, dozens of meters high, landing steadily on the snow. Although they were far apart, Fang Chen judged from their movements that one of them was extremely skilled in martial arts.
The two approached unhurriedly. Fang Chen snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating, and walked towards them. After a few steps, he saw from afar that they were two women dressed in North Korean military uniforms. He suddenly remembered he was still naked, so he held Lian Hongni horizontally in front of him, covering his lower body.
The two stopped simultaneously about ten paces apart. Though they hadn't exchanged blows, the clash of their auras had already formed a powerful exchange. Leading the way was a middle-aged woman, clearly a general judging from her rank insignia, followed by a young woman with the rank of lieutenant colonel. Both were exceptionally beautiful, especially the middle-aged woman, whose elegant and noble bearing, coupled with her commanding gaze, exuded the aura of a great general. Though her youth was fading, she was in no way inferior to the dashing young officer beside her.
Fang Chen's pupils contracted instantly. He had been in South Korea for over a year and knew his main adversaries intimately, but he hadn't realized that the commander-in-chief of the Jindalai Army, Park Hyun-kook, was also a master. Park Hyun-
kook's gaze swept over Lian Hongni, who stood before him, and he chuckled calmly, "Thousand-Transformation Demon Fang Chen, you think you can take my life? Not so easy!" Fang Chen laughed wildly, suddenly throwing the two women onto the snow. He spread his arms, and a chilling aura seemed to freeze the air. Seeing that the guns and cannons on the armed helicopter were useless at this point, Fang Chen decided to rely on martial arts. He was extremely confident in himself, believing that even with only half his strength remaining, he could still defeat Park Hyun-kook. "
Jin Yingzi, step back and protect her, Park Hyun-kook!" He lifted his trench coat and swung it into the air, then his two fingers met Fang Chen's palm. A stream of true energy, seemingly both steel and soft, tore through Fang Chen's defenses like a dagger, invading his meridians.
With a shout, Fang Chen, naked, twisted in mid-air and landed back at his starting point. He had managed to deflect the true energy in time, and although unharmed, he was deeply shocked. Fang
Chen stared at Park Hyun-kook and slowly said, "Eighteen years ago, Vermilion Bird, one of the Five Divine Beasts, betrayed the sect. I was ordered to intercept her, and it was this finger strike that injured me. Back then, Vermilion Bird was a very strong rising star in the Demonic Sect. For some unknown reason, she suddenly left the sect." Because Vermilion Bird always wore a bronze mask, Fang Chen had never seen her true face. "
That's right," Park Hyun-kook said.
"Could you be Vermilion Bird?" Fang Chen asked.
Park Hyun-kook took a bird-shaped bronze mask from his cup and covered his face. "I still keep this mask today to remind myself never to forget the past." Fang Chen's face turned pale. Back then, Vermilion Bird's martial arts were superior to his. He believed she had continuously improved over the years. If she hadn't been injured, she might have had a fighting chance, but in her current state, she had no chance of winning.
"Fang Chen, prepare to die!" Park Hyun-kook soared into the air, his aura completely overwhelming his enemy. Fang Chen mustered all his strength to parry the attack, and sure enough, this finger strike was ten times more ferocious than before. Without a second thought, Fang Chen retreated swiftly, fleeing in disarray.
Two helicopters gave chase, streaks of fire following his disheveled figure.
Lian Hongni struggled to her feet, and Park Hyun-kook's adjutant, Kim Young-ja, took off her trench coat and draped it over her naked body. "
Thank you," Lian Hongni said, but before she could finish, Park Hyun-kook suddenly swayed and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Commander Park and his companion rushed forward to support her swaying body.
"I'm fine," Park Hyun-kook wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve and straightened up again. "It's a miracle I've survived to this day, given the severity of my injuries when I left the Demonic Sect. I can barely muster the strength to throw one more move at most. If I don't repel Fang Chen, everyone will likely become his prisoners." "
Don't chase him anymore. Call the helicopters back. Let's go," Park Hyun-kook said.
Once on the plane, Lian Hongni breathed a long sigh of relief. Hope had finally appeared; she had returned to the world of the living from hell—how could she not be overjoyed? Suddenly, she remembered something and turned to Jin Yingzi, saying, "You know martial arts, right? You can jump from dozens of meters high; you must know ancient martial arts." "
Yes, but I'm not very good at it," Jin Yingzi replied. "
Use your internal energy to force out the filth from my body. Fang Chen's semen is still inside her." "
Okay," Jin Yingzi placed her hand on her back and slowly channeled a stream of true energy. Soon, the clumps of congealed substance gushed out from her wounded private parts. "
Take some birth control pills when you get back; it'll be safer that way," Jin Yingzi said with concern.
Park Hyun-kok, sitting in the front row, watched this scene in the rearview mirror. Suddenly, a flood of past memories rushed back—some sad, some joyful, but mostly filled with the humiliation she had endured like Lian Hongni.
"Alas," she thought, "the strong female commander seems particularly heartbroken at this moment." She turned her gaze to the vast darkness outside the window.
In a secret chamber of Black Dragon Manor, Mo Zhentian convened a high-level meeting of the Black Dragon Society. Besides his two right-hand men, Li Quan and Ding Fei, the three inner hall masters—Luo Li, An Yuren, and Ren Yuantian—were present. The five outer hall masters, of lower rank, did not attend. The three inner hall masters reported on recent developments.
Mo Zhentian, still wearing his bronze mask, exuded an air of supreme authority amidst his ferocity. He wasn't paying attention; the trivial and unimportant matters only added to his annoyance. Lately, his mood had been extremely low. Although his son, Mo Tian, was disappointing, he was still blood relatives, and his imprisonment by Feng made him restless and unable to eat or drink.
Lin Lan was rescued by Hei Ri, and losing this rare woman who stirred his heart left him irritable for a while. Then, Xie Hanyan, who had single-handedly stormed the Black Dragon Manor, escaped right under his nose. He had only caught a fleeting glimpse of her in the darkness, which already left him with some regret. Later, hearing that Yin Xiao, one of the Five Divine Beasts, and Yin Ziyang, one of the Six Star Lords, were deeply infatuated with her, he sighed with even greater regret, deeply regretting that he hadn't been able to capture her.
And then there was Ji Xiaoyun, who had been lurking in Hong Kong for years, constantly opposing the Black Dragon Society. She was elusive and skilled in disguise; now, no one even knew what she actually looked like. This Ji Xiaoyun had forcibly taken the Yellow Emperor's Divine Sword from his grasp, causing him immense humiliation. And then, Fu Xingwu appeared out of nowhere and actually killed Master Meng, the Purple Star Lord. These failures greatly angered the higher-ups of the Demonic Sect, who had already begun to question his abilities. Mo Zhentian knew how terrible his fate would be if he made any further mistakes.
Ren Yuantian was still rambling on with his report when Mo Zhentian waved his hand to interrupt him, saying, "I already know some things, don't say any more." Although Mo Zhentian was wearing a mask, obscuring his expression, everyone knew he was in a very bad mood, and the meeting room fell silent.
Mo Zhentian coughed lightly and slowly said, "Although we've encountered some setbacks recently, the Black Dragon Society's strength is still undeniable. Those greenhorn phoenixes are nothing special; I don't believe they can turn the world upside down." Mo Zhentian felt he should boost his subordinates' morale; a good commander should always be full of confidence.
Hearing Mo Zhentian's confident words, the atmosphere in the meeting eased slightly. Ding Fei said, "Should we retaliate? Although Fu Xingwu's martial arts are high, this is our territory; how can we allow her to run rampant!" And then there's Cheng Xuanyin, who has repeatedly ruined our plans. We'll deal with her too.
Mo Zhentian waved his hand and said, "This matter doesn't need to be addressed for now. I have my own plan." Regarding Fu Xingwu's possible status as a witch, he has already reported to Chi You, one of the two emperors of the Demonic Cult and the commander-in-chief responsible for global strategy. Recently, the Five Divine Beasts, White Tiger Yin Xiao and Black Tortoise Tu Zhenzi, will arrive in Hong Kong. It's also rumored that the mysterious Indian demon monk Ananda and the Vermilion Bird will be coming as well. At this juncture, he doesn't want to create unnecessary complications.
Another matter: Mo Zhentian continued, "I received intelligence from headquarters that an important figure from the Extreme Angels will be coming to Hong Kong soon. They are the Divine Cult's greatest enemy besides the Phoenix. Therefore, headquarters has instructed us to cooperate with Yin Xiao and Tu Zhenzi to capture this person alive. During this time, everyone must be vigilant and absolutely cannot make any mistakes." "Alright, Ding Fei and Li Quan, stay behind. Everyone else, please leave."
After Luo Li and the others left, the conference room fell silent again. Li Quan hesitated for a long time before saying, "Chairman, I suspect there's a traitor within the Black Dragon Society."
This struck a chord with Mo Zhentian. The loss of the Divine Sword clearly indicated that someone had leaked information, suggesting an enemy spy within the organization, with potentially disastrous consequences. "
You two should investigate this matter, but don't alert them yet." Mo Zhentian said, "The loss of the Divine Sword can be mitigated by finding the Witch's trail, but if Tian Zhen fails to become Chief Executive, I'm afraid… The Demonic Sect punishes losers severely, so even though Mo Zhentian is incredibly ambitious, he can't help but worry." "Don't
worry, Chairman, the plan is progressing smoothly so far. Zhou Zhengwei is in charge of the computers and programs used for the election. As long as he cooperates, we will definitely succeed," Li Quan said.
"Good, we need to move quickly; time is running out," Mo Zhentian said. "
Yes, please rest assured, Chairman," Li Quan said.
Mo Zhentian turned to Ding Fei and said, "By the way, that woman named Yan Lanyin, she has a younger sister, right?" "Where have you kept her after you brought her from Switzerland?" Ding Fei shrugged and said, "I handed her over to Li Quan a long time ago. She's with me, but I haven't let any other man touch her." Li
Quan said, "Bring her here tonight." Mo Zhentian
said, "Yes." Li Quan responded. After Ding Fei and Li Quan left, Mo Zhentian drew back the curtains and looked at the surging sea . He sensed that a decisive battle was about to begin, and before the battle, he needed a woman to calm his restless heart. ……… ... Although Ge Tianling lacked real expertise, he remained calm at this critical juncture, summoning several trusted subordinates from the bureau to immediately establish a special task force, giving them full authority over the case. After Fu Shaomin was hospitalized, her every word and action was reported in detail. Even so, he still felt uneasy and went to investigate personally.

Seeing Ge Tianling enter, Fu Shaomin felt as if she'd been stung by a scorpion, her brows instantly furrowing. Ge Tianling smiled broadly, offering words of praise, but his heart remained in suspense, fearing this strong-willed female detective might suddenly lash out. "
You should rest well. You've suffered these past two days, but we all know you're a good policeman! Let bygones be bygones. I'm already drafting the commendation materials, and I guarantee that Comrade Yuan Qiang will receive the best treatment." Ge Tianling's words before leaving were double-edged, and Fu Shaomin understood them, especially his final promise, which touched her heart. She remained silent for a moment, finally whispering, "Thank you for your concern, leader." Ge Tianling finally smiled; he knew Fu Shaomin wouldn't reveal that shameful affair.
Everyone left, leaving her alone in the spacious ward. She slowly stood up, walked to the window, pulled back the curtain, and gazed outside. At eight o'clock, just as the city lights were coming on, the streets below the hospital were deserted because of its remote location. However, the city in the distance was ablaze with lights, the beautiful city of Kunming like a radiant bride, displaying her charming beauty.
Fu Shaomin gazed at the scene for a long time, slowly, slowly, her eyes filled with glistening tears. She tilted her head back, looking through her tear-filled eyes at the deep blue night sky and the mesmerizing stars. In the silence, two diamond-like tears rolled down her cheeks...
Shortly before the incident, as a volunteer, she spent half a day each week assisting police officers in providing psychological counseling to women who had been raped. The bureau had even organized a special training session to learn about post-rape trauma syndrome and how to counsel and help victims. She vividly remembered the last time she encountered a female university student. Because of the construction of a new building on campus, there were many migrant workers. One night, the student, who had stayed late studying in the library, was dragged into the construction site by seven or eight migrant workers on her way back to her dormitory. She was gang-raped for over five hours until a conscientious worker called the police, and she was rescued at 5 a.m.
She tried everything to comfort the girl, but it was no use. The student's emotions remained unstable; sometimes she remained silent for long periods, and other times she would scream and curse hysterically. Finally, exhausted, she murmured in her arms: "My body is not me anymore, my heart is not me anymore, I am not me anymore, everything I am is not mine." At the time, she thought these were the student's whispers, but now, experiencing a far worse ordeal herself, she truly understood how heavy those words were.
While the physical pain and mental humiliation during rape are intense, the feeling of no longer belonging to oneself, as the girl described, is far more terrifying. Fu Shaomin found it difficult to describe the feeling, much like how one can never truly describe the feeling of orgasm or near-death.
Her body still ached faintly, but behind the pain was a strange, burning heat. This heat had accompanied the physical pain since she awoke, appearing and disappearing intermittently. She felt the same heat whenever she was with Yuan Qiang, when his hand brushed against her body. Sexual desire is normal for both men and women, but Fu Shaomin was perplexed. Yuan Qiang was still in the hospital, and she had suffered extreme sexual assault; why did she still experience these urges from time to time?
Gazing at the vast night sky, she felt utterly alone, an extreme emptiness fueling the spreading heat. She gripped the window frame tightly, her legs pressed together, a surge of heat coursing through her lower abdomen, her private parts itching as if ants were crawling on them.
What's wrong with me? Yuan Qiang, where are you? Her father was dead; in her heart, Yuan Qiang was the only remaining family in the world.
Her longing for Yuan Qiang fueled her uncontrollable lust. A tingling, itchy sensation spread from the surface of her private parts inwards. She loosened her grip on the windowsill and reached down to her genitals.
Fu Shaomin was unaware that her actions were due to the aphrodisiac called "Spring Cat." To judge the effects of the "Sacred Hand Demon's" creation by mere ordinary aphrodisiacs would be a gross underestimation of his abilities. This drug, while stimulating a woman's desire, could subtly transform her body, turning a chaste and virtuous woman into a wanton harlot. Of course, love and desire arise from the heart, and with a strong enough will, one could control their passions. However, Fu Shaomin was currently completely unguarded, deeply confused, and still yearning for Yuan Qiang; thus, her surging lust overwhelmed her reason.
She stroked her vagina for a moment through the thin fabric of her panties, the fluid seeping from her vagina already soaking a large area. She parted the panties, her middle finger lingering at the vaginal opening for a moment before finally succumbing to her burning desire and slowly probing inside. The immense fullness brought a trembling pleasure, and she couldn't help but moan.
This was her first time masturbating; no one had taught her how, but under the control of desire, she knew how without learning. She added another finger inside her vagina, making it even fuller and more stimulating. Her thumb pressed against her clitoris, rubbing it rapidly, the ecstatic moans growing louder. The translucent fluid flowing from her vagina ran down her thighs to the floor…
Just as Fu Shaomin was about to climax, the door suddenly slammed open, and a nurse who had heard her moans in the corridor walked in.
Because the room was dimly lit and Fu Shaomin had her back to her, the nurse couldn't immediately see what she was doing.
Fu Shaomin's excitement plummeted instantly, but her quick wit prevailed. She fell to the ground, her hand moving from her lower body to clutch her stomach, saying, "My stomach hurts! Call a doctor right away!" The nurse rushed to fetch the doctor. Taking advantage of the lull, she quickly stood up, straightened her clothes, and suddenly noticed a pool of clear liquid on the floor. Her face flushed, and she quickly bent down to wipe it with the corner of her clothes. Just as she wiped it away, the doctor arrived. She feigned stomach pain and lay back down.
Several doctors busied themselves, but couldn't find anything wrong. Fu Shaomin then said the pain wasn't so bad anymore, so the doctors left. She lay on the bed, her lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling. "
What's wrong with me? What should I do?" she silently asked herself, but received no answer.
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In another corner of the city, Ge Tianling, wearing a bathrobe, walked to his study. Today's trip to the hospital had removed a mental burden, but an even bigger knot still clung to his heart.
He witnessed the entire rape of Fu Shaomin. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, she experienced five orgasms in succession. At that moment, although Ge Tianling was barely able to protect himself, his intense excitement overwhelmed everything. If he hadn't been tied up, he might have risked his life to rush forward.
He had slept with quite a few women in his life, including five or six policewomen, but compared to Fu Shaomin, they were far inferior in both figure and appearance. Moreover, whether these policewomen slept with him willingly or unwillingly, Ge Tianling couldn't elicit a strong reaction from any of them, let alone bring them to orgasm. Although he was getting old, the contrast was too great, making his past encounters with those women seem utterly tasteless and uninteresting.
Ge Tianling squinted, one hand touching his crotch. Usually, he always took Viagra when sleeping with women, and his penis was barely hard enough. Today, without the drug, his penis was incredibly erect. He saw her at the hospital this evening. Although his heart was pounding, his penis was thrusting against his will. Although she was lying in bed covered tightly by the blanket, he seemed to be able to see her beautiful body through it. It took him a lot of effort to suppress this impulse.
Ge Tianling picked up the briefcase on the coffee table and took out a few things: a DVD. The front of the disc showed a woman in a cheongsam, bound, which was Fu Shaomin. This DVD had just been sent from Japan this morning, given to him by his assistant, Ding Wei, the head of the August Flower Project Team.
These bastards were quite efficient; they finished the film in less than a week. Ge Tianling played with the DVD in his hand. The title was "Lewd and Shameful: The Fallen Angel of China [Real Record]". Ge Tianling vaguely remembered which Japanese company produced the system. The actresses were beautiful, but none of them were professional AV actresses, and it was uncensored. Waves of heat surged through his body.
He put the DVD into the player, and Fu Shaomin appeared on the 52-inch high-definition rear-projection TV. Wearing a silver-white cheongsam with a torn neckline, she was bound by ropes, standing on one leg, the other leg suspended high, a rope tied two inches above the knee. The camera panned from far to near, from bottom to top, finally culminating in a close-up of her face—a gaze filled with shame, resentment, yet unyielding spirit, enough to shake anyone's soul. Instantly, memories of that day and the images on the television flashed before Ge Tianling's eyes.
After Ge Tianling was kidnapped, Fei Yuhen, believing him to be easily subdued and potentially useful in the future, hadn't suffered much. That day, tied to the mirror in the photography studio with Yuan Qiang, Fei Yuhen told them to watch a good show. He saw seven or eight Japanese men fiddling with camera equipment and knew what was going on. "What are
they planning to do?" Yuan Qiang asked him nervously. "They're
probably making a movie," Ge Tianling said. "
Whose phone call are they filming?" Yuan Qiang already knew, but refused to believe or admit it.
"Of course it's Shaomin's, otherwise why would they tie us up here?" Because Ge Tianling had been forced by Fei Yuhen to undress Fu Shaomin, Yuan Qiang utterly despised his cowardly behavior and had once berated him.
Ge Tianling was speechless, but extremely angry. A deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, not only was he kidnapped by thugs, but he also had to be lectured by his subordinates—truly the worst luck imaginable. Therefore, seeing Yuan Qiang's anxious state, he felt a little smug.
Yuan Qiang became extremely agitated, occasionally shouting curses, making Ge Tianling's ears ring.
Although their location was isolated from the photography studio, there was a one-way sound transmission system, so they could hear the other side. On one side was Yuan Qiang's shouts, and on the other side was a string of Japanese chatter. Ge Tianling's head throbbed.
A few minutes before nine, Fu Shaomin was brought into the photography studio. She walked in completely naked.
Ge Tianling remembered that all the Japanese in the room were stunned, including the bald director.
Yuan Qiang screamed and shouted like a madman, but Ge Tianling paid no attention. His mind was entirely on Fu Shaomin. She was very nervous, her lips trembling slightly, but she still stood very straight, even under the lewd gazes of so many men.
The Japanese man unlocked her handcuffs and dressed her in a bright red cheongsam. The cheongsam, like the Japanese kimono, is one of the most representative garments of a nation. A makeup artist finished her makeup in five minutes. The makeup was light but just right, making Fu Shaomin even more beautiful and charming, like a blooming flower.
The director told her through a translator that the first scene to be filmed was a rape scene, with five male actors on set at the same time. She was to resist as much as possible and express the pain of a woman being raped. Fu Shaomin remained silent, looking at the director with cold eyes.
Fu Shaomin was led to a white curtain, where seven or eight spotlights shone on her. Five eager male actors pounced on her from different directions like hungry predators. One grabbed her slender waist, two lay on the ground, grabbing her thighs and reaching their hands inside her cheongsam slit. Two others tore open the collar of her cheongsam, each grabbing a breast and roughly squeezing and groping them.
Fu Shaomin didn't move, but her made-up face grew paler and paler. Ge Tianling, though aroused, felt a pang of pain in his heart at her pitiful, dreamy eyes. Although Ge Tianling lacked the sense of justice and mission expected of a law enforcement officer, he wasn't a truly ruthless person and still possessed a sliver of compassion.
"Cut, cut, cut!" As Fu Shaomin was forced to the ground, the bald director suddenly jumped up and shouted "Cut!"
He yelled angrily at Fu Shaomin, then remembered she didn't understand Japanese and quickly called for a translator.
Ge Tianling was also puzzled as to why the film was stopped so early. After listening to the translator, he understood: Fu Shaomin hadn't struggled or resisted. Without this element, the violent scene wouldn't be as stimulating. He demanded that Fu Shaomin fiercely resist and moan.
The bald director, seeing Fu Shaomin's lack of reaction, became furious. He grabbed her hair and lifted her up, while two male actors held her arms on either side. The director roared, extending his five-clawed dragon, twisting her snow-white breasts violently, then reaching for her genitals and ripping off a large patch of pubic hair.
Ge Tianling saw Fu Shaomin's eyes blazing with fury, yet she still didn't resist. She hardened her heart, determined not to submit to the bald director's manipulation. Even if it meant being forced to film an adult film, she would fight for her last shred of dignity in front of the camera.
The bald director's eyes bulged out. He roared, and suddenly Fu Shaomin swiftly raised her knee, sending his massive, obese body flying a considerable distance.
Before Fu Shaomin kicked him, Ge Tianling overheard the translator say, "The director said, 'You're a Chinese policewoman, kidnapped by bad guys. How can Chinese policewomen be so spineless? You won't even resist being raped. You Chinese women are all bitches, and Chinese policewomen are even weaker, more lewd, and useless bitches…'"
Anyone, man or woman, as long as they were Chinese, would be unable to contain themselves when insulted like this by the Japanese.
The bald director clutched his stomach and fell to the ground, but the provocation worked. He endured the pain and shouted for the male actors to come at him.
At this moment, Fu Shaomin went all in. She shook her shoulders, broke free from the grasp of the two male actors on either side, and knocked them to the ground with a punch and a slap. Then, with a flying side kick, she knocked down the two who rushed at her.
Although Fu Shaomin was no match for Mo Tian, who knew ancient martial arts, she was quite strong in grappling, hand-to-hand combat, and Sanda (Chinese kickboxing). Many male police officers were no match for her. Although she had been raped all night by Mo Tian and Fei Yuhen and her strength was far from her usual level, she could still easily handle a few male actors who only knew how to charge around and relied solely on brute force, fighting without any strategy.
While the bald director was dumbfounded, all five male actors had been knocked to the ground. Because Fu Shaomin was still wearing pointed high-heeled leather shoes, two of them had been kicked in the head, their faces covered in blood, howling like pigs and rolling around.
Fei Yuhen stood aside with his arms crossed, coldly watching the show, until the bald director rushed in front of him and protested loudly. Only then did he say to Fu Shaomin, "The director told you to stop hitting people." Fu Shaomin's eyes, which were burning with anger, dimmed, and her tightly clenched fists slowly loosened, because Yuan Qiang was still in his hands, and she had no choice but to obey.
The five Japanese men who had been knocked down got up, glaring fiercely at Fu Shaomin as if they wanted to tear her apart. However, a hint of fear lingered in each of their eyes; the brutal beating they had just endured had been excruciating.
The bald director turned his gaze back to Fei Yuhen. "I told you, she won't disobey," Fei Yuhen said with a slight smile. The director shouted at the male actors, and two of them approached Fu Shaomin, only to be met with her fierce gaze and hesitantly retreat. After a brief standoff, the other two male actors turned and grabbed some rope. Although the director had told them the woman wouldn't attack again, they felt it was safer to tie her up.
Two of the five male actors had received professional SM bondage training. The rope seemed to have a mind of its own in their hands, extending outwards in a "米" (rice) shape from between her breasts. As they rounded Fu Shaomin's breasts, the two men instinctively pulled with all their might, because the rope was tightly bound to the very bottom of her breasts; with the contraction, her entire breast immediately bulged out.
This type of binding is relatively rare. Generally, binding the breasts with two ropes, one above and one below, is a common SM binding method. This method, which tightly binds the lower part of the breasts, making them protrude like balls, can easily injure the woman's body. Therefore, it is only used in a very small number of shoots, and it is necessary to constantly monitor the woman's endurance and stop at any time. However, in this case, the two male actors used this binding method on Fu Shaomin without regard for the consequences, and perversely tightened the ropes to the limit. The immense pain that Fu Shaomin endured is unimaginable.
Just in case, the two male actors also bound Fu Shaomin's legs, with her calves bent backward and her heels a few inches away from her buttocks, connected by ropes in the middle, a total of three ropes. This is also a commonly used binding method in SM. When the face is down, it is a kneeling position; when facing up, it is an "M" shape, like a frog with its legs spread apart.
While the two male actors were tying her up, the others were discussing something. Ge Tianling couldn't understand what they were saying, but judging from their tone, it certainly wasn't anything pleasant. Yuan Qiang, who had been extremely excited when Fu Shaomin had made her move, suddenly lost all his energy, like a defeated rooster, when he saw her tightly bound.
Fu Shaomin knelt on the ground; because of the way she was bound, she could only kneel. The male actors surrounding her revealed their viciousness. They had traveled all the way from Japan to China to film, and the hardship was obvious. Fortunately, their target was extremely beautiful, so it wasn't a waste. Who knew that before they even got a chance to do anything, they would be beaten so badly that she bled? This enraged them to the extreme, and the brutal and ruthless side of the Yamato race in their blood finally erupted like a volcano.
"Baka!" The male actor who was most seriously injured by her roared, kicking Fu Shaomin in the chest. She fell to the ground, her bent legs sticking up high. The male actor's bare foot stepped on her private parts, and Fu Shaomin immediately squeezed her legs together, trapping his calves. But soon, two male actors grabbed her knees, forcibly pulling her legs apart, and then stepped on her knee joints, preventing her legs from closing.
The remaining two male actors weren't idle either. One used his foot to stomp on her protruding breasts, stomping hard and pinching her nipples with his toes; the other covered her face with his entire foot, his toes fiercely pressing against her nostrils, squeezing her beautiful face beyond recognition. Seeing them abuse
Fu Shaomin like this, Ge Tianling's heart was also filled with rage. Although he was now corrupt and depraved, his family was a revolutionary family. His father had participated in the Long March, the War of Resistance Against Japan, and the War of Liberation, making outstanding contributions. Whenever he mentioned the Japanese devils, he hated them to the extreme. During the War of Resistance Against Japan, his mother was captured by the Japanese and her whereabouts were unknown. Although his father was reluctant to admit his mother's death, everyone knew what fate awaited a woman in enemy hands during wartime.
Ge Tianling's values had changed, but he was still somewhat influenced by his father, harboring hatred for the Japanese. Therefore, he couldn't help but shout and curse like Yuan Qiang.
Because the filming studio was soundproofed from the room where Ge Tianling and the others were, the male actors naturally couldn't hear their shouts. Perhaps they weren't usually cruel, but in this special environment, facing special subjects, and under special conditions, their humanity had turned to bestiality, and their nationalistic violence was like a raging flood, unstoppable.
These male actors didn't use their hands, but instead used their feet to humiliate Fu Shaomin. They reveled in their toes, clamping down on her body—her deformed breasts, her soft thighs, her slender waist, her snow-white neck—no part escaped their abuse. After a frenzied churning of her vagina with their toes, they somehow found her clitoris above her labia, clamped it tightly, and twisted it violently…
For the first three minutes, Fu Shaomin gritted her teeth and remained silent. After three minutes, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and screamed and cried out in pain. Six minutes later, she bit the foot that was on her face hard. The male actor cried out in pain and pulled the foot out of Fu Shaomin's mouth, drawing blood.
At six minutes and thirty seconds, Fu Shaomin was slapped several times. At Fei Yuhen's intervention, a leather gag was put on her mouth, the gag constricting her teeth, forcing her to open her mouth but preventing her from biting anyone. The male actors were also scared; if they didn't wear these during oral sex, her penis might bite off.
In the eighth minute, they used strong clamps to clamp Fu Shaomin's breasts and labia, clamping eight in total.
In the tenth minute, Fu Shaomin was hoisted up, in a very special way. A rope hanging from the ceiling connected to a rope around her breasts, so her breasts bore the weight of her entire body.
They inserted an electric dildo into Fu Shaomin's vagina, turned it to maximum power, and then two men began whipping her. In the past, when filming SM movies, this whipping was sometimes symbolic, not using much force, but this time, each of them used their maximum strength. The whipping was mainly concentrated on her breasts, buttocks, and thighs; in a short time, these three areas began to swell and turn red.
In the eighteenth minute, they strung together a long rope with a knot every five centimeters. They hoisted Fu Shaomin onto the rope, which immediately dug into her vagina. Then, two men, one on each side, supported her body, one pulling the rope from the front and the other pushing her buttocks. Fu Shaomin screamed in agony as her body swayed forward with each pull and push. Every knot on the rope pressed against her private parts, causing her body to tremble violently as if electrocuted.
In the twenty-fifth minute, the brutality continued…
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The penis pried open the crevice, but couldn't find the entrance. Lei Gang reached out and gripped the penis, thrusting and pounding, but he couldn't break through the barrier. The penis had already circled the opening multiple times, but there were obstacles everywhere. Lei Gang was very curious and was about to explore further when he suddenly heard someone shout his name behind him. Turning around, he saw the Fang brothers, Fang Jun and Fang Min, who were subordinates of Ren Yuantian.
A month ago, the two brothers had been severely injured by Ji Xiaoyun, and their external martial arts skills were completely destroyed. Even so, they were still much stronger than ordinary people who hadn't learned internal martial arts. Ren Yuantian still had some sentimentality and kept the two brothers, but because their martial arts skills were no longer what they used to be, they were naturally not valued, and their status in the Black Dragon Society had plummeted. However, even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse, and they were still much stronger than a small fry like Lei Gang.
"Brother Fang, Second Brother Fang," Lei Gang reluctantly got off Ji Xiaoyun, "Do you need something?" He couldn't understand why they were there.
Fang Jun and Fang Min, the two brothers, stared intently at Ji Xiaoyun on the bed, completely oblivious to Lei Gang's words. Lei Gang inwardly cursed; as a man himself, he understood what the two brothers were thinking. The delicious meal that was already within his grasp was now gone, and he felt worse than if he'd eaten bitter melon soup.
Ji Xiaoyun, who had been waiting with her eyes closed for her fate, opened them at the sound. Seeing the Fang brothers, her mouth gaped open in an "O" shape. She hadn't expected to run into these two villains again.
"Ahem," Fang Jun coughed lightly, nudging his drooling brother beside him. He and Fang Min had recently encountered Hei Zi, who had seen Ji Xiaoyun once and was utterly captivated by her beauty. Naturally, he had boasted about her to the two brothers, making them extremely eager. They had asked Lei Gang for his address and rushed over immediately. The Ji Xiaoyun they had seen that day wasn't her true face, so they didn't recognize her now.
"We're taking this woman away," Fang Jun said.
"Why?" Lei Gang had expected them to say this, but he was extremely unwilling, so he mustered his courage and asked.
"Do you need a reason? Don't push your luck!" Fang Min roared angrily. In the past, he would have already struck him with a palm.
Fang Jun reached out to stop him, saying, "Lei Gang, it's like this, an important guest is coming in a while, and Master Ren asked us to arrange some beauties to send to Brother Quan. It's our duty, I'm sorry." Since his last defeat, Fang Jun had become much more composed. Although he was determined to take this rare beauty away today, he still hoped to avoid a complete falling out.
Fang Jun invoked Ren Yuantian's name, and Lei Gang was even more desperate. Offending Ren Yuantian, who was known for his ruthlessness, meant his life was in danger at any moment. He sighed deeply, as if his bones had been removed, and slumped limply by the bed, unable to utter a word. Fang
Jun winked at his younger brother, and Fang Min rushed over, put his arm around Ji Xiaoyun's slender waist, and placed her on his shoulder.
"Sister!" Xinlian cried out loudly when she saw Ji Xiaoyun being taken away.
"Let her stay with me," Ji Xiaoyun whispered in Fang Min's ear. Although she knew that Xinlian would suffer greatly whether she stayed with her or with Lei Gang, having her by her side offered a glimmer of hope to alleviate some of her pain.
"Take her with you," Fang Jun said, having already noticed the pure and pretty Xinlian.
"Okay." Fang Min bent down and picked Xinlian up.
As everyone turned away, Lei Gang clutched his head and howled in anguish, "Why…
"
At lunchtime, Shui Ling saw Yan Lanyin walking towards her with her head down at the cafeteria entrance. Since Yan Feixue's accident, Yan Lanyin had voluntarily transferred to another group. The once inseparable friends now rarely even saw each other.
"Hi," Shui Ling greeted her with a smile. Yan Lanyin was taken aback, then smiled back, a somewhat forced smile.
"It's been a long time! What case are you busy with?" Because of Yan Lanfeixue, Shui Ling had always been afraid to see her, but she felt some things had to be faced, like today, she wanted to have a good talk with Yan Lanyin.
"Oh, nothing big, just some trivial matters," Yan Lanyin replied somewhat perfunctorily. She wanted to leave but felt it would be impolite, her expression unnatural.
"What a coincidence today! I'll call Guo Yanni, let's get together," Shui Ling said, mustering her courage and taking Yan Lanyin's hand.
Yan Lanyin's expression became even more unnatural. After hesitating for a moment, she stammered, "No, I have something to do later."
Shui Ling was a little disappointed, but she hid her disappointment well behind a warm smile. "Okay then! Next time I ask you out, don't say you don't have time."
Yan Lanyin nodded vigorously and said, "Definitely."
Shui Ling took a few steps toward the cafeteria, and seeing that Yan Lanyin hadn't followed, she turned back and said, "Weren't you going to the cafeteria to eat?"
"Oh, right." Yan Lanyin looked very restless.
The two found a seat in a corner of the cafeteria and sat down. "I rarely see you eating here these days," Shui Ling said.
"Hmm," Yan Lanyin responded, still keeping her head down, eating her curry chicken fried rice in small bites.
"You've lost a lot of weight. Are you sick?" Shui Ling looked her over carefully and realized that she was much thinner than before, looked unwell, had dark circles under her eyes, clearly hadn't slept enough, and looked listless.
"I'm fine," Yan Lanyin said, still eating with her head down. After Yan Feixue's accident, she herself fell into a nightmare, enduring such immense humiliation that she wouldn't have been able to bear it if it weren't for her love for her sister and husband.
Shui Ling sighed deeply, putting down her chopsticks. "Lan Yin, I know you still blame me. Yes, if it weren't for my rash decision, Feixue wouldn't have been in this situation. I often blame myself for this. Why was I so selfish, forcing my best friend's sister to risk her life to solve the case? Now, I know it's hard for you to forgive me, but I'm truly sorry, so sorry..."
Yan Lan Yin finally raised her head, seeing Shui Ling's reddened eyes and choked voice. Her heart warmed, and she grasped Shui Ling's hand, saying, "Shui Ling, don't say that. I forgave you a long time ago."
"Really?" Shui Ling was overjoyed. "We're still friends?"
"Yes." Yan Lan Yin nodded emphatically. "We'll always be best friends."
Their hands clasped tightly, a precious friendship warming their hearts. This warmth soothed Yan Lanyin's wounded heart and also cheered Shui Ling up a bit.
Ever since Shui Ling met with an Interpol agent named Lant in Liu Rihui's office a few days ago, she had been in a daze, with no memory of her experience after being hypnotized in a dream. However, a woman's unique intuition and sensitivity told her that something was wrong. Although she couldn't find the reason, the fog of mystery made her very depressed. It wasn't until today, when the misunderstanding with Yan Lanyin melted away, that her mood improved somewhat.
Just as they finally reconciled, a conspiracy against Shui Ling quietly began to brew. In the police station's monitoring room, Liu Rihui sat with his legs crossed, staring at one of the dozens of closed-circuit televisions. The screen showed Shui Ling and Yan Lanyin.
“Uncle,” Liu Liwei, standing listlessly to the side, said, “Why can’t we touch her? Shui Ling is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. If you don’t act, someone else will snatch her up, and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
Ever since Mr. Meng hypnotized Shui Ling a few days ago, and Liu Rihui and Liu Liwei molested her, the two of them had been obsessed with her, almost to the point of losing their appetite. Liu Rihui had been eyeing her for a long time, but because she was Chief Executive Peng’s niece, he dared not make a move. However, that one act of molestation gave them a taste of pleasure, like drug addiction; not continuing was worse than death.
“Then what do you suggest?” Liu Rihui finally couldn’t resist the huge temptation and began to waver.
Liu Liwei suddenly jumped up, his spirits instantly shifting from listlessness to extreme excitement. “As long as Uncle nods, I’ll take care of everything.”
“Are you sure?” Liu Rihui was still somewhat skeptical of his abilities; after all, Shui Ling wasn’t an ordinary person, but a top-notch policewoman.
“Don’t worry.” Liu Liwei whispered a few words in his uncle’s ear, and Liu Rihui nodded repeatedly.
"Don't be greedy, I'll have to take this little girl's virginity." After Liu Rihui said goodbye to Shui Ling as Liu Liwei turned to leave, Yan Lanyin was on her way back to her office when Liu Liwei suddenly jumped out and whispered in her ear, "Come to my office." With people around, he didn't dare be too presumptuous, because Li Quan had instructed him not to reveal Yan Lanyin's secret; everything had to be done in secret. After
saying this, Liu Liwei quickly strode away. Yan Lanyin was stunned for a moment; the little bit of good mood she had just felt was suddenly blown away by the gust of wind, leaving only deathly silence and coldness.
Logically speaking, compared to Ding Fei and Li Quan, Liu Liwei was nothing more than their lackey, accomplice, a small fry. But for some reason, of all the men who had raped her, he was the one she hated and loathed the most.
Perhaps it was because that night, he and A-Quan assaulted her in their own home, in front of her husband. Although Zhengwei was unconscious at the time, the shame was especially etched into his heart. Perhaps it was because he was a policeman, yet he committed such beastly acts in the police station, and Yan Lanyin hated that he had completely defiled her sacred profession. Or perhaps it was because the two of them worked in the same building, only two floors apart, seeing each other every day, which only added to the pain.
In the endless darkness, Li Quan and Ding Fei were two devils in the darkness, while Liu Liwei was like a maggot clinging to her body. Devils are frightening, but maggots are only disgusting. Like a beautiful swan, if caught by a hunter, she would complain about her bad luck and tragic fate, but if she were to be bitten tightly by an ugly toad, her state of mind might be even worse than if she were caught by a hunter.
Despite her reluctance and helplessness, Yan Lanyin had no choice but to continue down this path of no return. Even if her husband couldn't forgive her and her sister couldn't escape her suffering, as long as she had tried her best, she could face them.
Her steps were heavy; this short distance had taken half a day. Liu Liwei was growing impatient. Just as he peeked out the door, he met Yan Lanyin's gaze.
"Come in, come in," Liu Liwei said, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside. His rank was two levels lower than Yan Lanyin's, and although he had a separate office, it was small and connected to the larger offices of ordinary officers. Fortunately, it was lunchtime, and no one was outside.
Liu Liwei locked the door, checked that the blinds were closed, and then turned around and casually sat down in his swivel chair. Although Yan Lanyin felt nauseous at the sight of him, she had to control her emotions, hoping he would finish his lustful act quickly so she could leave.
“Inspector Yan, I haven’t seen you for days. Where have you been? I really missed you,” Liu Liwei said flirtatiously, moving his swivel chair to her side and casually placing his hand on her rounded buttocks, caressing them back and forth.
Yan Lanyin frowned slightly and said coldly, “I took a few days off.”
“Why did you take leave?” Liu Liwei pressed.
“I wasn’t feeling well,” Yan Lanyin replied perfunctorily. She was secretly surprised. Usually, Liu Liwei was as impatient as a wild dog that hadn’t eaten for three days and three nights, but today he was being so patient. She wondered what he was up to.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Liu Liwei feigned sudden realization, “You have to go to ‘Silver Moon Pavilion’ every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. No wonder you’re so exhausted, aren’t you?” Within the Black Dragon Society, everyone called Villa No. 88 in the semi-mountainous area “Silver Moon Pavilion” because of its striking silver-white moon emblem. Although Liu Liwei was Liu Rihui’s nephew, he had only been to “Silver Moon Pavilion” twice. The decadent, lewd atmosphere and rampant lust were unforgettable.
Yan Lanyin was startled, her face paling. He was right; she had gone to “Silver Moon Pavilion” three times this week, and that was the reason she had taken leave.
“I’m asking you a question, why are you mute?” Seeing her silence, Liu Liwei pinched her plump buttocks hard and shouted.
“Yes,” Yan Lanyin replied.
“How many times have you gone since that night?” The “night” Liu Liwei referred to was the night he and A Quan brutally raped her in front of the unconscious Zhou Zhengwei.
“Three times,” Yan Lanyin answered truthfully.
“Was it good?” Liu Liwei asked again.
“What did you say?” Yan Lanyin didn’t understand what he meant at first.
Liu Liwei chuckled and squinted, “I asked you if it was good to be fucked by a man?!”
“You—” Yan Lanyin was furious. This clown-like man was ten times more hateful than usual today.
“Tell me, was it good to be fucked by a man or not?” Liu Liwei asked again. Several times he had humiliated her, other men were present. He felt that fucking her was extremely enjoyable, but watching other men fuck her gave him a special kind of stimulation.
“I don’t know!” Yan Lanyin could only answer like this.
“Don’t know? How could you not know!” Liu Liwei’s hand slowly slid down from her buttocks, reaching under the knee-length skirt of her dark blue police uniform, crawling along the inside of her thighs, stopping at the point where her legs met. Two fingers, through her stockings and panties, caressed her slightly raised mons pubis.
“I don’t know, that’s all.” Although Yan Lanyin instinctively wanted to squeeze her legs together, she didn’t.
"Then, let me ask you, how many men have slept with you in these three days?" Although watching her being slept with by other men was exciting and exhilarating, Liu Liwei couldn't help but feel a little jealous. This feeling was very subtle, like seeing a beautiful flower; ideally, one should possess it all to oneself, but if that's not possible, only by completely crushing and destroying the flower can one feel truly satisfied.
Yan Lanyin shook her head and said, "No."
"What?!" Liu Liwei's mouth dropped open, his face full of astonishment. "Impossible! You've been to 'Silver Moon Pavilion' three times, and no man has slept with you? I refuse to believe it!"
"No means no," Yan Lanyin said. She subtly adjusted her standing posture, not because she was tired, but because the two fingers lying across her private parts were making her feel itchy. Her body was becoming increasingly out of control, and she was becoming more and more easily aroused.
"Then you have to tell me about your experiences at 'Silver Moon Pavilion' these three times. Come, sit down and tell me." Liu Liwei pushed her to his desk, made her sit down, and then pulled over a swivel chair to sit in front of her.
“Come on, lift your butt up a bit, raise your skirt a little higher, yes, that’s enough. Do you want to take off your stockings? Never mind, take them off later, listen to the story first.” Liu Liwei manipulated Yan Lanyin’s posture. Her legs were hanging on either side of the table, spread wide, and her tight skirt was lifted up, revealing black lace panties through her stockings, making her look very sexy.
“Alright, how was it the first time you went? Tell me quickly, in detail, the more detailed the better.” Liu Liwei asked impatiently.
Yan Lanyin’s face was very ugly. Liu Liwei’s forcing her to talk about her experience at “Silver Moon Pavilion” was more painful than rape. She really didn’t know how to start.
“Let me tell you, there’s no one outside now during lunch break. In another hour or so, they will all be here. The sooner you finish, the sooner you leave. Don’t dawdle and waste time.” Liu Liwei said.
Yan Lanyin suddenly remembered that she was supposed to have dinner with her husband that evening. Zhengwei had been busy with the computerized vote counting for his election campaign and was often away from home. It was a rare treat that they had arranged to meet today. She had originally planned to leave early in the afternoon to take a shower and then go to the beauty salon. Although the humiliation inflicted on her was like a brand that could not be washed away, she knew that her time with Zhengwei would be limited. In that limited time, she wanted to give her husband a final moment of pleasure. But if Liu Liwei persisted in pursuing her, her plans would fall through. Eating with her husband while her body was still wet with filthy semen would be unbearable.
She sorted out her chaotic thoughts and began to recall the humiliation she least wanted to remember. The first time—no, it should be the second time—she stepped into "Silver Moon Pavilion" was when Li Quan handed her over to a woman named Ying Gu. Ying Gu was around forty years old, a middle-aged woman, and incredibly seductive. Li Quan told Yan Lanyin that Ying Gu would be responsible for training her.

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