[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - 15

"You 've

only been on the mainland for less than two months, and according to our information, you've already raped eight girls. You truly deserve to die," Fu Xingwu said.
Mo Tian laughed loudly and said, "Your intelligence isn't complete. Let me count, there are twelve in total. You'll be the thirteenth!"
Fu Xingwu smiled arrogantly and said, "Thirteen is an unlucky number! Let me tell you, today is the end of your trip to the mainland. You'll never have the chance to rape a thirteenth girl. Your good days are over."
Fei Yuhen, standing to the side, waved his hand and said, "Go!" He wanted to gain another merit in front of Mo Tian, so he acted before Mo Tian could.
Fu Xingwu's beautiful eyes flashed with a cold, sharp light. She reached out to stop the captain of the criminal investigation team who was about to rush forward, saying, "You watch Fu Shaomin. Leave these scumbags to me." With that, she nimbly plunged into the group of more than a dozen men in black, her jade-like hands flying and her slender feet flailing. What seemed like a light touch sent those she touched flying like lightning, screaming and scattering in all directions.
Fei Yuhen watched, secretly alarmed, but had no choice but to steel himself and charge forward. His palm strikes were powerful, demonstrating some real skill.
Fu Xingwu gave a soft shout, "Well done!" She gently extended her jade-like hand, tracing a beautiful arc, subtly concealing a hidden meaning. At an incredible angle, she struck Fei Yuhen's chest before he could, a gentle yet abundant surge of true energy crashing into his meridians like a tidal wave. Fei Yuhen collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.
"It's just you and me left!" In less than half a minute, Fu Xingwu had dealt with everyone.
"You think I'm afraid of you?" Mo Tian said fiercely, taking a long breath and straightening his body, seemingly growing much taller. He unleashed the "Heaven-Shaking Divine Skill" taught to him by Mo Zhentian and lunged at Fu Shaomin.
Fu Xingwu, dressed in flowing white robes, stood motionless. Just as his palms were about to strike her chest, she gracefully twisted her waist, dodging three feet away as lightly as a willow in the wind. Mo Tian's powerful palm strike hit empty air, his true energy surging back, causing him immense discomfort. He roared and turned to pounce on Fu Shaomin again.
Fu Xingwu hadn't retaliated, and Mo Tian's dozens of palm strikes had all missed, making him even more enraged. He chased after her like a mad dog.
"The Heaven-Shaking Divine Skill is nothing special!" Fu Xingwu said coldly. She hadn't attacked to gauge the power of the "Heaven-Shaking Divine Skill." Because Mo Tian's cultivation of the "Heaven-Shaking Divine Skill" was only at the fifth level, Fu Xingwu had found several ways to defeat him within minutes. Fu Xingwu's martial arts skills are among the best of the "Young Phoenix" level, and Lan Xingyue even believes she possesses the strength of a "Divine Phoenix." Her mentor, Zhuge Qinxin, is a mysterious figure within the "Phoenix" clan, rarely seen, and her status is even above that of the "Holy Phoenix." Ten years ago, Zhuge Qinxin recognized Fu Xingwu's talent and imparted her ultimate technique, "Dance of the Void," to her.
"Dance of the Void" is one of the seven most formidable ancient martial arts within the "Phoenix" clan. Its mystery lies in
the word "void." The technique is like a celestial horse galloping through the sky, ever-changing; when defending, it is like white clouds in the sky, ethereal and unpredictable; when attacking, it transforms from "void" to "solid," creating something from nothing, making it impossible to defend against. When this martial art is performed, the movements are elusive, light, and graceful, as if walking on clouds, dancing in the void, hence the name "Dance of the Void."
Mo Tian felt his vision filled with white shadows, and he felt dizzy. At this point, he knew that the girl's martial arts were far superior to his. Although somewhat terrified, he fought like a cornered beast, howling and wildly lunging, his movements chaotic and without strategy.
Fu Xingwu, flying at high speed, suddenly stopped, her palms appearing before Mo Tian like floating clouds in the sky.
Mo Tian hurriedly met her attack with both palms, but in that instant, he felt a sharp, needle-like pain in his dantian. Looking down, he saw Fu Xingwu's slender, jade-like foot protruding from under her skirt, pressing against his lower abdomen; that dazzlingly beautiful leg had become a deadly weapon. Mo Tian roared in despair, his inner energy leaking out like a punctured balloon.
"Go ahead and kill me if you dare!" Mo Tian roared, sprawled on the ground. That kick had pierced his dantian, rendering him useless.
"You scoundrel, I really want to kill you. But you're still useful, so I'll spare your life for now. Shut up!" Fu Xingwu lightly tapped his neck with the tip of her shoe, and Mo Tian fainted.
Although she won easily, Fu Xingwu was still deeply worried. Because of Mo Tian's matter, she had already been delayed in Kunming for three days, and during these three days, many things had happened in Hong Kong. The Divine Sword was stolen, Xie Hanyan's fate was unknown, Ji Xiaoyun was seriously injured, and Lan Xingyue instructed her to go to Hong Kong immediately. The reason she didn't kill Mo Tian was because he was a very valuable card in her hand. The situation in Hong Kong was changing rapidly, and a fierce battle had just begun.
...
A day later, Fu Shaomin woke up from her sickbed.
"You're awake." Captain Xing jumped up from his chair.
Fu Shaomin's eyes regained some light, "Where is my father?"
Captain Xing was silent for a long time, then said in a deep voice, "He passed away at 2 a.m. this morning. I was by his side the whole time. He was lucid for a moment in his final moments. When he learned that you had been rescued, he smiled and passed away peacefully and serenely."
"Dad—" Fu Shaomin sobbed, large tears streaming down her face like a spring.
"Shaomin, please accept my condolences. Old Master Fu's spirit in heaven will be proud of you." Captain Xing didn't know what to say to comfort her.
After crying for a while, Fu Shaomin raised her tear-streaked face and asked, "Where is Yuan Qiang?"
"Yuan Qiang suffered too much shock and is still emotionally unstable. He is receiving treatment. By the way, Fei Yuhen has been arrested and will be severely punished by law!" After telling her about Yuan Qiang's situation, Captain Xing comforted Fu Shaomin.
"What about Mo Tian?" Fu Shaomin pressed.
"Fu Xingwu took him to Hong Kong." Captain Xing said.
"Fu Xingwu..." Fu Shaomin suddenly remembered those mesmerizing, starry eyes.
"Don't think so much, get some rest."
Fu Shaomin stopped talking, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Captain Xing felt a pang of sadness, gently pulled the blanket up for her, and silently prayed for her speedy recovery.
Hong Kong Police Headquarters Deputy Commissioner's Office. A handsome man in his thirties sat on the sofa opposite Liu Rihui. He had fair skin and long, slender eyebrows, appearing quiet and refined, but upon closer inspection, his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes were hazy and deep, carrying a hint of evil.
Liu Rihui seemed somewhat uneasy, rubbing his hands together and saying, "Mr. Meng, she'll be here soon. Are you confident?"
This man was none other than Mr. Meng, the Purple Star Lord of the Dark God Sect. He had been ordered to come to Hong Kong to retrieve the sword, but unexpectedly, "Phoenix" had snatched it back first. Having gained and then lost the divine sword, Mo Zhentian dared not be negligent in the slightest, and devoted all his efforts to finding Ji Xiaoyun's hiding place. The Black Dragon Society discovered that Shui Ling had purchased antidote and blood-activating herbs, thus Mo Zhentian concluded that Shui Ling knew Ji Xiaoyun's whereabouts. However, when Shui Ling delivered the medicine, Ji Xiaoyun had told her to prepare enough food for several days and that she didn't need to come again.
Therefore, Mo Zhentian sent people to follow her for a day, but to no avail. Seeing that further delay would greatly increase the variables, Mr. Meng decided to personally go and find the whereabouts of the divine sword.
Mr. Meng smiled confidently and said, "Superintendent Liu, don't worry. I, 'Meng,' never do anything without certainty. Rest assured."
"That's good, that's good." Liu Rihui said, picking up the phone, "I'll call again to see if she's come out."
Mr. Meng waved his hand and said, "No need. I heard a woman just get off the elevator and head this way. She's about 1.69 meters tall and weighs 55 kilograms. That matches your description. I think it must be her."
"Ah—" Liu Rihui was half-convinced. His office was at the very bottom of the building, more than 30 meters away from the elevator. This Mr. Meng could hear footsteps and even judge a person's height and weight. This was unbelievable to him.
Seeing his surprised expression, Mr. Meng said dismissively, "There's nothing strange about that. You can tell a lot from her footsteps. She's competitive and strong-willed, cautious in her actions, and full of doubts about coming here. Ha, Superintendent Liu doesn't have much luck with women!"
"Heh—" Liu Rihui was a little embarrassed. Shui Ling couldn't possibly be unaware of his usual behavior, which was why she was reluctant when he invited her over. Fortunately, he also heard footsteps approaching from afar. He quickly straightened his clothes and looked at the door. A moment later, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Liu Rihui said loudly. Just thinking about Shui Ling filled him with an uncontrollable urge. He had felt the urge to possess her countless times, but due to her special status, he could only bury his desires deep in his heart.
Shui Ling, dressed in a police uniform, pushed open the door and entered. She was dashing and beautiful, with a devilishly curvaceous figure, her perfect curves exuding endless allure.
Liu Rihui stood up and said, "Shui Ling, this is Mr. Lant, an FBI agent from the United States. He wants to know about the 'human trafficking case' you just solved." Last month, Shui Ling solved a major case involving a transnational criminal organization trafficking women.
"Mr. Lant, hello, nice to meet you." Shui Ling warmly shook hands with Mr. Meng. Seeing that Liu Rihui had work-related matters to discuss with her, half of her doubts were dispelled.
"Inspector Shui, hello. It's like this, there's a man named Dick in that 'human trafficking case.' We suspect he's connected to several murders that have occurred in the United States, so we'd like to know more about him," Mr. Meng said.
Shui Ling sat down on the sofa opposite Mr. Meng and said, "Yes, there is a man named Dick. He's ruthless and is the second-in-command of the group. He was the only one who managed to escape during the last arrest operation."
Mr. Meng opened the laptop on the coffee table, and a photo of a bald, fierce-looking black man appeared in front of Shui Ling.
"Is it him?" Mr. Meng asked.
“Great! The few photos of him I have are stolen and very blurry. This is perfect! Putting this photo on the wanted poster will guarantee he can’t escape Hong Kong,” Shui Ling said excitedly.
Mr. Meng smiled slightly and said, “Don’t be too optimistic! This Dick is quite cunning. The FBI has been chasing him for two years, but they still haven’t caught him.”
“It’s different here than in America. Although Hong Kong is an international metropolis, it’s easier to find a foreigner than in America. And with your help, I think Dick wouldn’t be able to leave Hong Kong even if he had wings.” Shui Ling smiled brightly, her captivating beauty like a spring breeze, even making Mr. Meng, a super expert with unparalleled composure, feel a little unsettled.
“By the way, you’ve been chasing him for two years, you should know him better than us. Do you have any other information about him?” Shui Ling was eager to catch Dick. Because during the pursuit, a colleague was injured by Dick and is still unconscious in the hospital.
“Let me tell you about what happened in Texas back then.” Mr. Meng took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, lit it, took a puff, and pointed at the cigarette with a smile. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“No problem, I was all ears.” Shui Ling smelled a faint fragrance. She had always disliked the smell of cigarettes, but today she didn’t feel any aversion.
Mr. Meng straightened his back, looked directly at Shui Ling, and said, “Two years ago, Dick committed several major crimes in Texas. The entire Texas police force mobilized, setting up numerous checkpoints at various border crossings, laying a tight net. Seeing that it was difficult for Dick to leave Texas easily, and that hotels and guesthouses were conducting very strict checks, he sneaked into an ordinary family’s house and hid there for a whole month.”
Mr. Meng paused here, leaned over and pressed a button on his laptop. The computer screen showed a photo of a sexy, blonde, blue-eyed woman in her thirties and a cute little girl of fourteen or fifteen.
Mr. Meng pointed to the young woman's photograph and said, "This woman is Rose, the mistress of that house. Her husband is a road construction worker who rarely comes home. The little girl next to her, Ecty, is her daughter."
Mr. Meng puffed on his cigarette, the swirling smoke spreading like a demonic mist. His voice became low and slow, like a tape recorder running out of battery, sounding strange. "Dick's intrusion shattered the peaceful life of the mother and daughter, and misfortune, like boundless darkness, enveloped them. Rose fought back with all her might, but how could a frail woman be a match for the devilish Dick? Under the torment of fists and sticks, under the threat of death, Rose had no choice but to submit to Dick's tyranny."
"It was a stormy night. Rose, under Dick's coercion, stripped naked and performed all sorts of lewd acts in front of him, while Dick, holding her terrified little Ecty, watched. To protect her daughter from the devil's violation, Rose complied with all of Dick's perverse demands..."
Shui Ling felt a wave of dizziness. She shook her head, trying to concentrate. Unconsciously, Mr. Dream's words became somewhat blurred. Clear images of Rose being raped by Dick appeared before her eyes. In these intermittent scenes, she also saw herself being pressed down on the cold ground by Shakley, and scenes of performing oral sex on Fidi flashing by. An inexplicable fear and despair surged in like a black tide. She felt as if she were on the edge of a bottomless abyss, and if she took another step forward, she would fall into the abyss. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared one after another, her face changing rapidly, showing the intense turmoil in her heart.
Mr. Meng spent a full ten minutes recounting how Dick used heinous methods to rape Rose, forcing her into submission. His description was vivid and detailed, so much so that even Liu Rihui, watching from afar, felt a strong sense of immersion.
Because of her experience in Indonesia, Shui Ling's emotional defenses had faltered, making her more vulnerable than before. Gradually, her once clear eyes became extremely confused, and the scene before her became increasingly real. She could even feel the slightest changes in Rose's body, and these changes gripped her, gradually spreading throughout her body, becoming more and more real.
"Dick grabbed your full breasts, his huge penis like a powerful engine, spinning and thrusting wildly inside you. You couldn't bear this intense stimulation anymore and couldn't help but scream..."
At some point, Mr. Meng stopped referring to Rose and started using "you." As he spoke, Shui Ling gripped the sofa armrest and groaned in pain, though her voice wasn't loud and she seemed hesitant.
Liu Rihui was dumbfounded, utterly astonished. Listening to Mr. Meng recount the gruesome rape scene, and watching Shui Ling's transformation, he felt a ticklish itch within him, like a kitten scratching at his heart.
Mr. Meng continued his narration while observing her expressions, secretly pleased with himself. Shui Ling was now under his control.
Although Mr. Meng possessed high martial arts skills, his true expertise lay in mind control. In duels, those with superior skills often lost to him without even realizing it.
Mind control had deep roots, originating in Eastern Taoism, Western witchcraft, and even modern hypnosis. Masters of mind control needed immense mental strength; the most outstanding were born with extraordinary abilities, capable of controlling minds at will without external assistance, killing silently.
The Indian demon monk Anantha of the Dark Cult was one such example. While Mr. Meng also possessed powerful mental strength, his cultivation was far inferior to Ananda's. Facing someone like Shui Ling, who had received specialized training and possessed a strong will, he could only rely on various methods of creating momentum and using objects to control her mind.
He used the "Soul Transference Technique," which, in short, creates a virtual space and transfers the target's thoughts into a specific character within that space, causing the target to think and act entirely according to that character. The caster then becomes the god within this virtual space, able to do as they please and command the target to do anything. However, this "Soul Transference Technique" is quite dangerous; if the target breaks through the illusion, it often backfires, causing immense harm. Therefore, Mr. Meng dared not use it lightly. This matter was of great importance, and Mr. Meng feared that ordinary hypnosis would be ineffective against Shui Ling, so he ultimately chose the "Soul Transference Technique."
Although Shui Ling was already involved, as an outstanding policewoman, she was still struggling internally, a fact that Mr. Meng keenly observed.
"Later, we found a videotape at Rose's house. You turned on the camera to record the entire process of being raped by Dick, all in order to catch him later. Let's recall it."
Mr. Meng waved his hand, signaling Liu Rihui to draw the curtains. He gently pressed a key on the keyboard, and the story he told transformed into a vivid image on the screen: a sexy young woman with her full, white buttocks raised, a thick, black penis thrusting in and out between her thighs; a terrified little girl tied to a sofa, staring blankly at her mother being raped. The verbal description
directly transformed into real images, further shattering Shui Ling's last mental defenses. Tears streamed down her face, her moans grew more rapid, and her body began to writhe.
After closing the curtains, Liu Rihui stood beside Mr. Meng, looking at Shui Ling who was staring blankly at the screen, her eyes filled with tears. He asked, "What's wrong with her?"
Mr. Meng smiled slightly and said, "I used the 'Soul Transference' technique on her. She now completely believes she is that poor Rose."
"It's amazing! Mr. Meng controlled her mind with just a few words. Truly remarkable!" Liu Rihui exclaimed sincerely. As he spoke, he felt a little dizzy, as if he were floating. "Huh, my head is suddenly very dizzy."
Mr. Meng chuckled and handed him a black pill, saying, "The cigarette I just smoked contained Datura flower extract, which can enhance the hallucination. I used my internal energy to control the smoke within three feet of me. You were so close, of course it had an effect. Take this pill, and you'll be fine."
Liu Rihui swallowed the pill, feeling a cool sensation, and immediately felt refreshed. He thanked him repeatedly.
At this moment, Shui Ling's mind was completely under control. Mr. Meng paused the computer playback, and now there was no need to borrow any other items to help. Shui Ling writhed for a moment, then stopped, her blank eyes staring at the two of them.
“Rose,” Mr. Meng said.
“Yes,” Shui Ling replied.
Mr. Meng turned to Liu Rihui and said, “Want to see a good show?”
Liu Rihui nodded eagerly.
“You’re a lewd woman. Now I want you to masturbate. Give me a good performance,” Mr. Meng commanded slowly.
Shui Ling tilted her head, stunned for a moment, then asked, “How do I masturbate?” Although she had already decided in her heart that she was Rose, experiencing the same feelings as Rose in the environment Mr. Meng had created, Rose’s memories couldn’t be transferred into her mind. She wouldn’t do anything beyond the scope set by Mr. Meng and beyond her experience.
Mr. Meng was taken aback at first, then realized what she meant, and chuckled, saying, “Just do as I say.”
Shui Ling nodded obediently, because the Rose in the story had completely submitted to Dick’s lewd power, with no will to resist. Following Mr. Meng's instructions, she sat down on the single mahogany chair beside her, raising her legs high and placing them on the armrests. Her knee-length navy blue skirt slid down from her thighs to her waist, revealing her maroon silk lace panties, which were dazzling against her snow-white thighs.
Mr. Meng stood up, walked to Shui Ling, and gently took her soft, slender hand, placing it on the slight bulge at the center of her panties. He held Shui Ling's index and middle fingers, slowly drawing circles in the center of the triangle.
"Like that, yes, yes..." When Mr. Meng released her hand, Shui Ling's fingers continued their mechanical movements.
Liu Rihui, standing to the side, never dreamed that he would hit the jackpot today. The usually arrogant beauty was masturbating in front of him.
Gazing at her legs, which faintly shimmered with jade-like color, and her fiery panties, he panted heavily, like a dog under the scorching sun, tongue lolling out.
Mr. Meng glanced at him with a hint of disdain and said, "When a work of art is before you, only those who understand its value can appreciate it slowly and savor it carefully. This process is the highest form of enjoyment."
Liu Rihui was completely bewildered, thinking to himself: What appreciation? What savoring? I only know that real sex is the most satisfying. Although he thought this, he still nodded hastily, not daring to offend a master like Mr. Meng even if he had the greatest courage.
Mr. Meng seemed to understand what he was thinking and said, "I know, it's pointless to talk to you. You should rest for a while. Later, you'll have a chance to kiss a beauty's fragrant lips." With that, he flicked his sleeve, and a perfectly timed burst of true energy made Liu Rihui fall into a deep sleep.
"A boor like you will never understand what the ultimate beauty is," Mr. Meng said to Liu Rihui.
Although he had controlled Shui Ling's mind, it didn't mean he had succeeded. Because Shui Ling had become Rose, and only Shui Ling knew Ji Xiaoyun's hiding place, this would inevitably awaken Shui Ling's memories. This process was extremely dangerous; the slightest mistake could ruin everything. Therefore, Mr. Meng wouldn't allow Liu Rihui to interfere in the slightest.
Mr. Meng didn't rush to ask questions but instead moved behind Shui Ling. His slender, white fingers deftly unbuttoned the brass buttons of her police uniform, one by one. When he was halfway done, even though she was still wearing a shirt, the shape of Shui Ling's breasts—enough to drive any man wild—was even more clearly outlined.
"Your breasts are really big, but I really hope they won't disappoint me!" Mr. Meng gently placed his hands on the tops of her breasts, which he couldn't fully grasp with his palms, imagining them based on his senses. From an aesthetic point of view, he didn't appreciate women with excessively large breasts. For Shui Ling, 34 inches was the standard bust size, and she was a full two sizes too large. He was somewhat worried that overly full breasts might sag, deform, or even have overly large areolas and nipples, ruining the overall aesthetic.
Although there was a shirt and bra between them, the sensation from his hands told Mr. Meng that the shape and elasticity of her breasts were quite perfect. He didn't wait any longer, loosened her tie, and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. He'd only unbuttoned the second button when a bra the same color as her underwear and a dazzling expanse of white overwhelmed his vision.
Mr. Meng calmly and unhurriedly unbuttoned it all the way down, the shirt flaring open, revealing breasts encased in a vibrant red bra that truly made his heart flutter. Shui Ling's bra was the French brand "Zhenweidi," its clever design making her breasts stand upright like two high snow-capped peaks, the deep cleavage seemingly bottomless against the red backdrop, a breathtaking sight. The beauty of Shui Ling's breasts exceeded his imagination, but Mr. Meng was still somewhat worried, wondering if they would maintain their firm shape without the restraint.
He gently embraced Shui Ling's slender waist, his fingers tracing her flat stomach. He noticed her waist was even thinner than he'd estimated, and the faint fragrance of her body, the smooth, delicate texture, caused his desire to surge rapidly.
He skillfully loosened the back clasp, the bra still clinging to his breasts without slipping. A thought struck Mr. Meng, and he thoughtfully pinched the edge of the bra between two fingers, slowly pulling it open.
"Ah, so perfect!" Mr. Meng exclaimed sincerely. His breasts, now free of the bra's constraints, remained perfectly shaped, still firmly extending forward, like exquisite works of art carved from white marble, reflecting a hazy jade-like luster in the dim light. The areolas and nipples were pink, the areolas very pale, and the nipples small. Shui Ling's breasts were a perfect semi-circle. Relatively speaking, semi-circular breasts are more sensual than pear-shaped, peach-shaped, cone-shaped, or bowl-shaped breasts. Many Playboy and Penthouse cover girls have spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on plastic surgery to achieve such results. Shui Ling's breasts, no less beautiful than those of international supermodels, were naturally beautiful, possessing the most natural and primal beauty, enough to amaze even a saint.
Of course, no matter how beautiful breasts are, they are still part of the body. Without matching features and figure, even the most beautiful breasts are worthless, and Shui Ling possesses all of these qualities. The unique gentleness and grace of the East and the alluring figure of the West miraculously blend together, captivating and enthralling Mr. Meng, who adheres to the ideal of beauty.
Mr. Meng, being a top-tier expert, quickly calmed down after a brief moment of shock. His hands gently traced circles from the outer edge of her breasts towards the center. The fleshy, firm yet elastic sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through his fingers, like an electric current coursing through his central nervous system. When his hands touched the pink bud at the tip of her nipple, both Mr. Meng and Shui Ling trembled simultaneously. Under his skillful fingertips, the small nipple quickly swelled and hardened.
Mr. Meng stroked the nipple with one hand and lifted Shui Ling's neck with the other, kissing her alluring red lips. Shui Ling didn't resist, but perhaps because it was her first time kissing a man, she was somewhat clumsy and at a loss. Mr. Meng skillfully controlled the pace, expertly guiding her. Gradually, Shui Ling's response became more passionate, and her body began to writhe.
After a while, Mr. Meng finally lifted his head, still wanting more; the kiss had given him an extremely intoxicating pleasure.
"Ah..." As Mr. Meng's gaze swept downwards, he noticed that the love fluid seeping from Shui Ling's mons pubis had soaked a coin-sized patch in the center of her maroon panties, making it particularly noticeable. Shui Ling tilted her head, her breathing rapid, her breasts even more swollen than before, and her fingers stroking faster. What
Mr. Meng wanted first was for Shui Ling to feel intense lust; people's willpower is often weakest at this moment.
"Feels good, doesn't it? That's right, let your body burn, let the fire of desire burn, you will have the ultimate pleasure." Mr. Meng spoke like a wizard, as if in a dream. Sure enough, Shui Ling became even more eager, moaning softly.
Mr. Meng gently picked her up, sat back on the sofa, and placed the half-naked Shui Ling on his lap.
"The lines of your legs are so beautiful!" Mr. Meng exclaimed, removing Shui Ling's stockings, his hands roaming over her fair legs for a long time before removing Shui Ling's hands from her private parts and taking off her panties. Immediately, he positioned Shui Ling's legs like scissors spread apart in front of and behind his body, pressing her left leg against his back. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest, almost as white as Shui Ling's skin, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pressing her full breasts tightly against his chest.
His other hand pressed against Shui Ling's soft, pubic hair, gently parting her moist labia to reveal an alluring pink hue. Mr. Meng's index finger and thumb gently pinched the tender clitoris at the upper part of her labia, his middle finger lightly pressing against the center of her already parted vulva, while his ring finger slipped into her buttocks, pressing against her anus. As soon as he was in position, his fingers began to work like a delicate instrument.
"Ah—" Shui Ling screamed loudly, her body twisting violently like a water snake. Fortunately, Mr. Meng had anticipated this and held her tightly, pressing down on one of her legs, preventing her from escaping his grasp.
Shui Ling's mind was completely open, primal desires taking absolute control. Her face was flushed, her head shaking wildly, her snow-white breasts heaving like waves. "Ugh, I want it, I want it, give it to me, give it to me..." she cried out, completely immersed in the sea of lust.
"Isn't it pleasurable? That's right, indulge your desires, let your body be intoxicated in the ocean of sex."
Mr. Meng's fingers suddenly accelerated, his hand holding her shoulder grabbing her breast and kneading it forcefully.
Shui Ling's lewd moans grew louder and louder, her hands flailing wildly in the air, her toes pointed straight. Just as she was about to reach the peak of lust, Mr. Meng's hands suddenly slowed down as if in slow motion in a movie.
"Ugh, ugh, hurry up, I want it..." Shui Ling cried out in distress. "
Don't rush, answer a few questions for me first, and I'll give it to you!" Holding the incredibly alluring Shui Ling, Mr. Meng tried his best to concentrate. This was a matter of great importance, and he dared not be careless in the slightest.
“Ask away! Ask quickly!” Shui Ling urged, her mind consumed by the desire to experience that ultimate pleasure.
“What’s your name?” Mr. Meng asked.
“Rose,” Shui Ling answered without hesitation.
“How many men have you slept with before?” Mr. Meng asked. This question had already transcended the realm of the virtual space. He knew Shui Ling was still a virgin, so he expected an “no,” which meant he had connected some of Shui Ling’s memories, making the next steps much easier.
“Before?” Shui Ling’s expression became even more confused. “How many men have I slept with?” She repeated the question several times. After a long while, she shook her head and said, “I don’t know.”
Mr. Meng was secretly disappointed. This meant that Shui Ling still couldn’t connect with her original memories. If she couldn’t connect, she naturally couldn’t tell him Ji Xiaoyun’s whereabouts.
“Think again. Have you ever kissed a man before? Have you ever been held like this by a man? Have you ever had a man touch your body?” Mr. Meng continued to try. As long as Shui Ling answered no, he would use his powerful desire as bait to get her to reveal Ji Xiaoyun’s whereabouts.
"Did it..." Shui Ling repeated Mr. Meng's words again, paused for a long while, and suddenly said, "I remember!"
Mr. Meng was overjoyed and said, "Then did it or not?" Suddenly he noticed that Shui Ling's expression was a little strange.
A trace of fear appeared in Shui Ling's hazy eyes, and she murmured, "In a small house, very dark, I was tied to a wooden stake, tied very tightly, and I couldn't move at all."
"A man, who seemed to be wearing a military uniform, grabbed my breasts very hard, with great strength, and it hurt so much!" Shui Ling closed her eyes and described the situation as if she were talking in her sleep.
Mr. Meng was stunned. He did not expect that Shui Ling would have such an experience. Although he was somewhat surprised, no matter what, he now had Shui Ling's memories, so he could only wait and see to find the flaw in her mind.
"And then?"
"I saw a knife, very sharp, gleaming coldly, aimed at me. The knife tore my clothes, and a pair of large hands gripped my breasts even tighter, squeezing and kneading them forcefully..."
"Being touched by a man made me feel so sad, so very sad..." Shui Ling's voice became low, as if she were experiencing the immense humiliation firsthand.
"And then?" Mr. Meng pressed, seeing that she wouldn't continue.
Shui Ling thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I've forgotten." This encounter was the first time Shui Ling had been humiliated since arriving in Indonesia, and she had managed to escape using her wit. Because she was still under Mr. Meng's control, she could only answer his questions, and naturally couldn't remember what happened afterward.
"Okay. This was the first time you were touched by a man, so were there any more after that?" Mr. Meng continued to press.
Shui Ling fell into deep thought again, and after about two minutes, she suddenly opened her eyes, this time with even greater terror on her face.
“Gun, lots of guns, pointed at me. A bald man came over and tied me up with a thick rope, even tighter than last time!”
“That bald man hugged me, tore open my clothes, and touched my breasts. His hands were like steel clamps, squeezing me so hard I wanted to scream.”
Shui Ling stared wide-eyed as she continued, word by word, “There were many men around, holding guns, looking at me. The moonlight was bright, and their eyes were like wolves', their eyes gleaming with ferocity. I was so scared!”
Shui Ling’s naked body trembled. “They forced me to kneel on the ground. Those wolves walked past me, clawing at my breasts. I couldn’t bear it; I had to resist.” Anger surged on her face, but it was quickly replaced by sorrow and despair.
“I resisted, but it was no use. They tied my legs to a long iron rod, and I couldn’t move at all.”
“That bald man came again. He lifted my skirt and touched me there. I knew I was about to be raped. I was terrified.”
Shui Ling’s miserable experience was something Mr. Meng had never expected.
"He quickly stripped off my underwear, and his rough hands touched me. I saw a huge, iron rod-like thing poking at me, getting closer and closer, about to pierce my body. I was so scared, so scared..." Shui Ling suddenly curled up into a ball, her body trembling and dancing like a willow branch in a storm.
Mr. Meng held her tightly and said, "Alright, alright, don't think about it anymore..." He knew he had to be careful not to overstimulate her, as excessive stimulation could cause her to regain her senses, which would be very bad.
After hearing Mr. Meng's instructions, Shui Ling slowly calmed down. Mr. Meng asked again, "After that, did any other man touch you?"
"After that, let me think." Shui Ling thought for a moment, then suddenly cried out, "Ah!"
Mr. Meng was startled and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
"That man pressed my breasts tightly, forcing me to hold a dark, hard stick between my breasts. That stick could move, constantly waving in front of my eyes!"
Shui Ling gasped for breath and whispered, "A gun was pointed at my head, and that terrible thing was near my mouth. He told me to open my mouth, but I refused. He said he would kill me if I didn't listen."
"I was so afraid of dying, so afraid of that cold, numb feeling, afraid of falling into endless darkness. I felt so cold, I was afraid..."
That experience of yielding to Fidey's gun had always shrouded her heart like a dark cloud. Being forced to perform oral sex was shameful, but yielding to the enemy left an indelible wound on her soul. After returning to Hong Kong, whenever she thought of this in the dead of night, she would hug her pillow and cry her heart out. It was precisely because of this experience that she was more easily controlled by Mr. Meng.
"I, I, I'm scared. I opened my mouth, and that fishy, foul-smelling thing rushed in, down my throat. I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't. I wanted to bite it, but I didn't dare." Shui Ling was clearly more terrified and agitated than the previous two times, her words growing faster and faster: "That thing, that thing, it was rampaging through my mouth, like it was pushing into my heart and lungs. It moved faster and faster, faster and faster..."
"That thing even sprayed out countless liquids, which kept entering my body..."
"I, I..." Shui Ling's face was streaked with tears. The humiliating memories were like wild horses, out of control. She suddenly screamed, "Why, why did this happen!... Who am I?"
Mr. Meng felt as if he had been struck by a giant log, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Because of the excessive stimulation, Shui Ling was about to break free of her mental restraints, which would cause him great harm.
Despite his panic, he remained calm, holding Shui Ling tightly and shouting, "You're Rose, you're Rose!" Then, he used both hands simultaneously, employing all his skills to stimulate Shui Ling's secret points, hoping to reawaken her body's desires to suppress her chaotic thoughts.
"I hate men, I hate men!" Because of her painful past, her body had a strong aversion to sexual desire, so Mr. Meng was unable to succeed for the time being.
A jumble of chaotic images flashed through her mind. "Who am I? Am I Rose? Am I Rose? Who am I?!" (
Section 5: A Twist of Fate (Continued))
A jumble of chaotic images flashed through her mind. "Who am I? Am I Rose? Am I Rose? Who am I?!"
Seeing that Shui Ling's emotions were about to spiral out of control, Mr. Meng shot out a burst of true energy from his left fingertip, triggering the power switch on the laptop. A shrill girl's voice rang out: "Mommy, save me! Mommy, save me!"
The fearful, desperate child's voice once again separated Shui Ling's chaotic thoughts. "No, don't touch my daughter! I'll do anything you want, please!" Shui Ling cried out in anguish. The power of a woman's innate maternal love suppressed Shui Ling's painful memories, and she fell back into Mr. Meng's carefully woven web.
"Your daughter is really beautiful, truly captivating." Mr. Meng slowly applied pressure, word by word. He thought that because Shui Ling had experienced humiliation by men, methods of arousing sexual desire would be ineffective, but perhaps this trick would work.
Shui Ling, tears streaming down her face, pleaded incessantly, her pitiful appearance deeply moving.
"Fine, I won't touch your daughter, but you must answer a few questions," Mr. Meng said.
Shui Ling nodded hastily in agreement.
"Yesterday, you went to 'Baoshengtang' to buy medicine, didn't you?" Mr. Meng asked.
Because Shui Ling's thoughts had just connected with Rose's, she quickly remembered and said, "Yes."
"Then where did you deliver the medicine?" Mr. Meng pressed.
"Yuan Lang..." Shui Ling stopped after saying only two words, shaking her head, "I can't say, I can't tell anyone." After all, she was a professionally trained and excellent policewoman. Although her mind was completely under control, her subconscious still prevented her from answering important questions concerning Ji Xiaoyun's safety.
"If you won't tell, do you really want me to rape your daughter! Tell me!" Mr. Meng secretly pressed the computer again, his shrill childish voice rising eight octaves higher.
"No, no!" Shui Ling hesitated for a moment, then softly said, "No. 15 Shahe Street, Yuen Long."
Mr. Meng was overjoyed. This trip had been a great success, and he could relax and enjoy the rest of the time. He smiled and said, "Good, you're very obedient. Now do as I say."
Following Mr. Meng's instructions, Shui Ling obediently took his penis into her mouth and licked and sucked it. For a full half hour, Mr. Meng squeezed her breasts and injected every last drop of his semen into her mouth. Before Mr. Meng came, Mo Zhentian had specifically mentioned Shui Ling's special identity. Moreover, it was not advisable to alert her at this stage, so although Shui Ling had been molested, she had luckily retained her virginity.
"What a sexy beauty." Mr. Meng straightened his clothes and gently brushed Liu Rihui's face, and he immediately woke up.
"How could I have suddenly fainted?" Liu Rihui's head was dizzy. When he saw Shui Ling lying on the sofa, almost naked, he felt as if he had swallowed a mouse, his mouth agape, unable to speak.
Mr. Meng took out a pill from his pocket and put it into Shui Ling's mouth. "I gave her a 'Disorientation Pill.' It's 3:30 now, and she won't wake up for two hours. She won't remember anything before she wakes up."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Meng." Liu Rihui rubbed his hands together, somewhat impatiently.
"Don't be so hasty. By the way, I need to remind you, she's still a virgin. You can do whatever you want with her, but you can't deflower her. This is what Chairman Mo instructed. Don't let your mind cloud your judgment. Also, keep an eye on the time. If something goes wrong, even if you have an extra head, you won't be able to save yourself." Mr. Meng said.
"I know, I know, it won't happen, please don't worry." Liu Rihui nodded.
"Don't let lust ruin things." After saying that, Mr. Meng laughed and left the room.
Liu Rihui hurriedly ran to the wall cabinet, took out a box of "Tiger Balm," picked out a little with his fingernail, and applied it to his temples. The burning coolness finally cleared his dizzy brain. Looking at Shui Ling's naked body with her exquisite parts exposed, a surge of ecstasy welled up in his heart. Three years ago, when Shui Ling first joined the police force, he, as her superior, was giving a speech when he noticed her in the crowd, and she became incoherent, almost embarrassing herself in front of everyone. Later, he learned that Shui Ling was the Chief Executive's niece, realizing his chances of getting close to her had greatly diminished, and he was disappointed for quite some time. But today, a golden opportunity had presented itself, how could he not be overjoyed!
Liu Rihui rushed to Shui Ling, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and began to knead them forcefully.
Shui Ling let out a soft moan, a trickle of milky white liquid flowing from her slightly parted red lips.
Remembering Mr. Meng's words, Liu Rihui's hands roamed freely over Shui Ling's body. Just as he was immersed in a sea of lust, he suddenly heard a knock at the door. He was startled, because he had instructed Liu Liwei to guard the door and not see anyone today; why would someone suddenly come to visit? He walked to the door in a panic and peeked through the peephole, only to see Liu Liwei knocking.
"Are you out of your mind? Didn't I say I wouldn't see anyone? Is something wrong?" Liu Rihui opened the door a crack.
Liu Liwei peered furtively through the crack and stammered, "I saw Inspector Shui has been here for over two hours. I was worried something might have happened to you, so I came to check on you."
"What could possibly happen to me? You must have other plans!" Liu Rihui knew his nephew's character well enough to know what he was thinking.
Liu Liwei chuckled shamelessly and said in a low voice, "Uncle, you finally got her."
Liu Rihui smiled noncommittally and said, "This isn't for you. I've already given you Yan Lanyin, this piece of meat. You better guard the door and don't cause me any trouble." He then tried to close the door.
Liu Liwei leaned against the door, his face contorted with arrogance, and said, "Uncle, please, have mercy! I just want to see, even just one glance, please! Otherwise, I'll have no joy in life."
Liu Rihui opened his mouth wide, about to curse, but held back. After thinking for a moment, he said, "If you come in, who
will be guarding the reception area?" Liu Liwei immediately replied, "I've already arranged for someone. A-Quan is guarding the door; no one will come in."
"Alright, alright." Seeing that he had planned this all along, Liu Rihui was at his wit's end with his precious nephew. He opened the door and said, "I'll give you five minutes. Look around and leave immediately."
"Okay, okay." Liu Liwei darted into the room and saw Shui Ling naked on the sofa. Like a cat seeing fish, he pounced on her. Before Liu Rihui could even speak, his hands were already gripping Shui Ling's breasts with one hand and caressing her smooth, soft thighs with the other.
"You, you—" Liu Rihui strode over and angrily said, "You forgot what you just said."
Liu Liwei raised his head, but his hands still didn't stop. He said, "Uncle, I really can't control myself. I beg you, Uncle."
"Sigh..." Liu Rihui sighed and sat on the edge of the sofa, watching the almost crazed Liu Liwei.
"Hey, be gentle. Don't squeeze so hard. She'll find out when she wakes up." Liu Rihui felt a pang of jealousy as he watched him wantonly touching Shui Ling's body.
"Okay, okay." Liu Riwei replied, spreading Shui Ling's legs and placing them on his shoulders. He then put his head between her legs and sucked on her clitoris.
Shui Ling, who had taken the "sleep-dissipating pill," was unconscious, but under the intense stimulation, her body began to twist and she began to moan softly.
Liu Rihui suppressed his impulse, glanced at his watch, and said, "Liwei, it's almost time."
Liu Liwei didn't even look up, mumbling, "Uncle, give me five more minutes, please."
Liu Rihui knew that even ten horses couldn't pull him away at this point, so he reached out and, together with his nephew, began to grope Shui Ling's body. Shui Ling's fair body writhed violently under the caresses of four large hands, her face flushing slightly, making her even more stunningly beautiful.
"Heh..." Liu Liwei let out a long breath, raised his head, and said, "Uncle!"
"Hmm, what?" Liu Rihui asked.
"Uncle, look!" Liu Liwei gently parted the petals of Shui Ling's secret cave, revealing a tiny opening, no thicker than a pencil, visible amidst the pink hue.
"So beautiful!"
"Yes." Liu Rihui leaned over, extending his index finger and gently inserting the tip into her vagina. Shui Ling
let out a soft "Mmm," and her vagina contracted sharply, gripping Liu Rihui's finger tightly.
"Uncle, it's very tight! She must still be a virgin," Liu Liwei said.
"It really is tight, like being sucked in," Liu Rihui said.
"Uncle, why aren't you going yet? What are you waiting for?" Liu Liwei thought to himself that after he had his way with Shui Ling, he would definitely get a share, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.
"Sigh..." Liu Rihui sighed deeply and said, "No, although she is still a virgin, I don't have that blessing."
"Ah, so you can only look and touch, but you can't actually have sex with her?" Liu Liwei said.
"Yes," Liu Rihui said helplessly. He was somewhat unwilling, and he pushed his index finger forcefully inside her, advancing about two centimeters until his fingertip touched a layer of tender flesh. Liu Rihui used his fingertips to explore the hymen that was blocking his advance. After a long while, he reluctantly withdrew his fingertips.
"Uncle, since you can't really have sex with her, let her give you oral sex. It'll feel just as good." With that, Liu Liwei picked up Shui Ling and made her kneel in front of Liu Rihui. He pinched Shui Ling's cheeks with both hands, forcing her to open her mouth, and said, "Uncle, come on."
Liu Rihui knew that he was trying to please him so that he wouldn't leave, but he was also on the verge of losing control. His lust was like a raging flood, and he didn't care about saving face. He unzipped his pants, and his penis was placed in front of Shui Ling.
Liu Liwei pressed Shui Ling's head down and took his penis into her mouth. Liu Rihui shuddered with pleasure and almost ejaculated immediately.
Shui Ling didn't react much with the penis in her mouth. Liu Liwei held her chin with one hand and pressed down on the top of her head with the other. She nodded like a chick pecking at rice as the penis continued to move in and out of her mouth.
After a while, Liu Rihui cried out, "Oh, slow down, slow down," and pulled the penis out of her mouth.
"Uncle, I'll give you a different kind of pleasure," Liu Liwei said, moving Shui Ling's body forward so that her full breasts rested directly on Liu Rihui's lap. He spread her breasts apart with both hands, clamped Liu Rihui's penis between them, and then grabbed Shui Ling's hands, making her press them against her breasts. "Uncle, hold her hands down, that way she won't let go."
After Liu Rihui did as he said, he stood up, put his hands under Shui Ling's armpits, and lifted her body up. Liu Rihui's penis, like a sausage in a loaf of bread, quickly disappeared into the deep cleavage. As Liu Riwei released his grip and Shui Ling's body sank, his dark, phallus, resembling a venomous snake's head, reappeared between her breasts.
"Wow, that feels so good!" Liu Rihui shouted, writhing with the rise and fall of Shui Ling's body. "I can't hold back anymore, I can't hold back anymore..." With that cry, the snake's head, emerging between her snow-white breasts, sprayed milky-white venom, splattering Shui Ling's face.
While Liu Rihui was still lost in thought, Liu Liwei unceremoniously pulled Shui Ling to his side, withdrew his penis, and made her continue performing oral sex on him. Young people are always young; their stamina far surpassed Liu Rihui's.
Before long, Liu Rihui regained his senses. Suddenly, he thought of something, walked to the wall, pulled down the projector's white cloth, and said, "Liwei, take off your clothes and come play here."
Liu Liwei asked in confusion, "Why?"
Liu Rihui smiled sinisterly and said, "Such a good opportunity, it would be a waste not to take pictures. You can temporarily act as a model."
"Okay, okay!" Liu Liwei readily agreed. As long as he could continue to enjoy her beautiful body, he was willing to do anything.
Liu Rihui took out a digital camera and video recorder from the cabinet and said, "Let's take some personal photos of her first. Liwei, give her a few poses."
"Yes, sir!" Liu Liwei shouted loudly. The flashes in the room were intermittent. The beautiful policewoman was manipulated without her awareness. Sometimes she was made to squeeze her breasts with her hands, sometimes she was made to touch her private parts, and then she was made to spread her legs like a split. He used every pose he could think of. Liu Rihui didn't forget to take a few close-ups of her alluring shell-like private parts.
"Alright, it's your turn to be the model now," Liu Rihui said.
"Be careful, don't get me in the picture," Liu Liwei said, a little worried.
"I know, don't you trust my photography skills? Don't worry," Liu Rihui replied.
Liu Liwei then began toying with Shui Ling according to his own ideas. "How about we pose her in a sexual position? That would be more exciting."
"Okay," Liu Rihui said.
Liu Liwei laid Shui Ling flat on the floor, his penis rubbing against her vulva, while Liu Rihui squatted beside her, pressing the shutter button at close range. Although he was currently impotent, he still found it very enjoyable to watch.
Liu Liwei's penis rubbed against the entrance of the vagina, his eyes reddening. With a thrust, his penis slid a short distance into the opening. Because the virgin's vagina was very tight, it was clamped shut after only a small intubation, but the tip of his penis had already touched the hymen.
"Are you crazy!" Liu Rihui exclaimed in horror, slapping Liu Liwei hard on the shoulder, sending him tumbling away.
"You son of a bitch, are you out of your mind!" Liu Rihui cursed. Suddenly, he remembered something, glanced at his watch—it was 5:15, fifteen minutes until the two-hour deadline.
"She'll wake up in fifteen minutes! Hurry, hurry! There's a basin over there, fetch some water, and a towel too, quick!" He was sweating profusely.
Liu Liwei, looking miserable, said, "I haven't released her yet." "
Are you out of your mind? Do you really want to die together? There's no time, hurry up, or I'll shoot you dead,"
Liu Rihui said menacingly.
Knowing his uncle was serious, Liu Liwei didn't dare say anything more. Naked, he fetched water from the bathroom, while Liu Rihui hurriedly dried Shui Ling's body with a towel. "Hurry up, get dressed so we can help!"
The two frantically dried Shui Ling, rinsed her mouth, and dressed her. It was already 5:27.
Liu Rihui glanced at Shui Ling, seeing no further problems, and told Liu Liwei to leave. He drew back the curtains, letting sunlight stream into the room, illuminating Shui Ling's beautiful face. Thinking of the scene of his earlier abuse, Liu Rihui felt a surge of desire. "How wonderful it would be to have her virginity," he thought.
Just after 5:30, Shui Ling softly hummed, stretched, and opened her blurry eyes. She saw Liu Rihui sitting at the large desk, writing something.
"What happened to me?" Because her mind had been controlled and she had been drugged, although she had regained consciousness, she was still not fully alert.
Liu Rihui looked up and said, "Oh, you're awake. You fell asleep while Mr. Lant was explaining the situation. You've been working too hard on these cases lately; you need to take care of yourself."
Shui Ling tried hard to recall, and indeed, as Liu Rihui said, she remembered the FBI agent explaining the case to her, but she didn't know what happened after that. She stood up, feeling aches all over her body and dizziness, and grabbed the wall for support.
"What's wrong?" Liu Rihui feigned concern and came over.
Shui Ling waved her hand and said, "It's nothing, I'm probably just too tired. I'm really sorry."
Liu Rihui smiled understandingly and said, "That's how responsible police officers like you are. If everyone in the police station were like you, the efficiency would be much higher. By the way, Lant asked me to give you this disk before he left; it contains information on Dick, which might come in handy."
Shui Ling took the disk, said "thank you," and then staggered out of Liu Rihui's office.
She never imagined that she would be toyed with by a man for hours, and even have her photos taken. What she couldn't have imagined was that, because of her, Ji Xiaoyun was in extreme danger.
...
Liu Liwei left the office, his pent-up lust making him extremely uncomfortable. Without thinking, he beckoned his subordinate, Quan, to head towards the building where Yan Lanyin was.
"Going to see Yan Lanyin again?" Quan, following behind him, shared his personality; he was always particularly excited when it came to sleeping with pretty women.
"Is that even a question?" Liu Liwei said irritably, his anger finding no outlet.
They took the elevator to the sixth floor, and as the doors opened, they bumped into Yan Lanyin, carrying a handbag, preparing to leave work. Seeing Liu Liwei, her face changed drastically. Just as she tried to turn away, Liu Liwei grabbed her arm and pulled her into the elevator.
Ever since being raped by Liu Liwei and his gang, he had clung to her like a leech, summoning her every few days for further sexual abuse.
"Where are you taking me?" Yan Lanyin asked softly. After more than two months of brutal treatment, she had not only lost her dignity but also almost no courage to resist.
"To the rooftop," Liu Liwei said loudly.
"Can we do it another day? My husband is waiting for me downstairs at 5:45. Today is our wedding anniversary, and we've already made a reservation. Tomorrow, I promise I'll be with you, okay?" Yan Lanyin pleaded.
"What husband? I want you today, and you have to let me have you!" Liu Liwei said viciously. "No wonder you're dressed so beautifully today, with lipstick and powder on. I like it."
"Officer Liu, I beg you, please let me go today." Yan Lanyin's desperate pleas did nothing to move him. In the blink of an eye, they reached the top floor, and Liu Liwei roughly shoved her out of the elevator.
Pushed along by Liu Liwei and A-Quan, they entered the twelfth-floor platform, the tallest of the three police station buildings. The wind was strong on the platform. Yan Lanyin, like a condemned prisoner being led to her execution, was pushed to one side of the platform. Behind her was a large water tank, which effectively blocked the view from other buildings.
Yan Lanyin leaned against the chest-high railing, with Liu Liwei and A Quan flanking her on either side. Their four hands reached inside her clothes, groping every part of her body. Yan Lanyin was somewhat numb. Her gaze fell on the bustling street below, the people coming and going, the traffic flowing. At that moment, she really wanted to drag these two beasts off the twelfth floor with her, but the thought only flashed through her mind. She knew she didn't have the courage to do it.
Liu Liwei reached out and unbuckled her belt. Her beige trousers, like a falling cloud, fluttered down to her heels. Liu Liwei grabbed her underwear by the back, the pink thong tied in the middle, digging deeply into her soft labia. Yan Lanyin clung to the wall, motionless. Liu Liwei had used this method on her many times before. At first, the tight grip made her extremely uncomfortable, but she gradually got used to it.
Next, Liu Liwei would usually slap her buttocks hard with his palms, making her feel humiliated amidst intense pain.
"Is it good?" Liu Liwei asked in her ear as he pulled at her panties back and forth.
"Yes," Yan Lanyin replied. Normally, she wouldn't dare not answer his questions, let alone today when she really wanted it to end quickly.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Liu Liwei continued.
"Yes," Yan Lanyin said.
"You slutty bitch!" Liu Liwei ripped her thin silk panties in two with a forceful tug.
In the past two weeks, he had torn Yan Lanyin's panties five times. So Yan Lanyin always kept a spare pair in her bag.
Liu Liwei's not-so-thick penis thrust into Yan Lanyin's body from behind, and a hot current immediately spread from her lower body throughout her entire body. Under this period of "training," Yan Lanyin's body had been completely conquered by the combined effects of drugs and violence. Her physical desires were no longer under her control; she had transformed from a sexually frigid person into a thoroughly sexually driven object with intense desire.
As Yan Lanyin's lust was ignited, and she began to wiggle her full hips to accommodate Liu Liwei's penetration, she saw her husband's black Honda appear at the police station entrance. Although people looked very small from the twelfth floor, Yan Lanyin could still clearly see Zhou Zhengwei get out of the car and anxiously wait at the entrance.
Although each rape had made her increasingly numb, her guilt towards her husband grew stronger day by day. She was now afraid to see him, afraid to talk to him, and even more afraid to have sex with him. Fortunately, during this time, because a new round of the Chief Executive election was about to begin, he was also very busy with work, and they often only saw each other once a week, which prevented her from facing him with constant tension.
Yan Lanyin twisted and turned with great effort. Every time Liu Liwei thrust his penis into her flower, she would twist and turn excitedly, trying to give Liu Liwei the greatest pleasure. "Come out quickly, come out quickly!" she silently said to her husband in the distance.
Liu Liwei usually wasn't very long-lasting, but today, perhaps due to some earlier stimulation, he was exceptionally fierce and persistent. Yan Lanyin tried for over ten minutes, but Liu Liwei showed no sign of reaching climax.
At this moment, Yan Lanyin saw her husband take out his phone and start making a call, but today, fearing Liu Liwei might be looking for her, she had deliberately turned off her phone in the afternoon, so it wouldn't ring. Zhou Zhengwei paced anxiously at the police station entrance.
Yan Lanyin turned her head and said, "Can you hurry up today? I beg you."
Liu Liwei slapped her hard on the buttocks, cursing, "What are you rushing me for, you slut? If you had a figure as good as Shui Ling's, I would have been out long ago!" Liu Liwei was still thinking about Shui Ling's extremely alluring body.
Hearing him mention Shui Ling, she suddenly remembered that she had looked for her that afternoon; the people in her office said she had gone to Liu Rihui's place, and she hadn't seen her all afternoon.
"You wouldn't even dare touch Shui Ling, would you?" "Yan Lanyin asked doubtfully, but judging from her own experience, their audacity far exceeded her imagination.
"Hehe, what's there to be afraid of, so pretty..." Liu Liwei realized he had almost let slip in his smugness, and suddenly stopped, then cursed, "What's it to you? Mind your own business and let me have my fun."
Yan Lanyin couldn't help but feel worried. She was already a used woman, and she didn't want her best friend to suffer the same fate.
Time passed by, and the sky gradually darkened. Hong Kong winter nights were quite cold, and Yan Lanyin, naked, shivered in the cold wind. Finally, Liu Liwei behind her started breathing heavily, and Yan Lanyin knew he was about to climax. She twisted her body more forcefully, and in a spasm, Liu Liwei finally went limp. A-
Quan hugged her waist from behind. Yan Lanyin turned around, tears welling up in her eyes, and said, "A-Quan, please let me go today. Look, my husband is waiting downstairs. Tomorrow you can do whatever you want with me." “What’s the trouble? I’m going to fuck you today, and I’ll fuck you again tomorrow. ”
Having watched the spectacle to his heart’s content, Ah Quan wasn’t about to let her go easily. He held Yan Lanyin, thrusting his penis into her pleading body and began to pump.
Yan Lanyin knew he wouldn’t let her go, so she could only hold Ah Quan’s head and neck tightly, doing everything she could to give him the greatest pleasure. Ah Quan held on for ten minutes before finally ejaculating.
The two satisfied men exchanged their thoughts and turned to leave. Yan Lanyin looked down; it was already quite dark, but she saw her husband’s car still parked there. She quickly pulled out a spare pair of underwear from her purse, put them on, and then put on her trousers, and... She rushed down the stairs. Reaching the elevator, she saw both elevators stopped on the first floor and refused to come up. Yan Lanyin knew without a doubt that Liu Liwei was playing a trick on her. She couldn't care less; she dashed down the emergency staircase. When she finally reached the first floor, panting, and crossed the lobby, she indeed saw Liu Liwei and A-Quan standing at the elevator entrance, giving her a cold, mocking laugh.
She had no time to pay them any attention. She dashed out of the police station as fast as she could; the black Honda was already gone. Yan Lanyin pulled out her phone and dialed her husband's number, but all she heard was, "The other party's phone is switched off. Please try again later." Yan
Lanyin clutched her head, curling into a ball. Lately, because she had frequently stayed out all night and exhibited some unusual behavior, Zhou Weizheng had begun to suspect her. Today, they had planned to celebrate their wedding anniversary together, and Yan Lanyin had intended to spend quality time with her husband. Although she didn't know what the future held, as long as she had the ability, she would try her best to maintain their relationship and make her husband happy—that was the only thing she could do. But all of this had been disrupted. She believed her husband wouldn't come home; his phone being off meant he must be extremely angry. Looking at the hurried passersby around her, she felt that in this vast world, there was nowhere she should go.
"Officer Yan, where are you going? Do you need a ride?" Liu Liwei and A Quan appeared in front of her in their car.
Yan Lanyin stood up, without answering, and walked blankly in the opposite direction, the two men's triumphant laughter ringing in her ears.
Chapter 5: A Twist of Fate (Continued 4)
Ji Xiaoyun slowly got up from the bed. After two days and one night of recuperation and drinking several doses of self-made antidote, she had barely managed to control the deadly poison from Ren Yuantian's steel claws. However, it would take at least ten days to half a month to completely neutralize the poison. Mo Zhentian's palm strike had severely injured her internal organs, reducing
her power by less than 20%. However, she was in a good mood because she had received news that Fu Xingwu would soon arrive in Hong Kong to meet her. Although she had never met Fu Xingwu, she had heard that she was resourceful and her martial arts were close to the "Divine Phoenix" level. With her support, she could turn danger into safety and successfully protect the Divine Sword. However, the unknown fate of Jie Hanyan saddened her.
"Let's decide everything after Fu Xingwu arrives." As Ji Xiaoyun was pondering this, a sudden warning struck her. This was the distinct aura of a master, a chilling, sinister presence that confirmed the newcomer was not friend but foe, and undoubtedly a top-tier expert. She took a deep breath, facing the window to her left, and said, "Come in, no need to spy anymore."
"Good, as expected of a master. Though severely injured, I couldn't hide it from you. I admire you." The window opened without wind, and a figure floated lightly into the room.
Ji Xiaoyun calmly sized up the newcomer. Judging by his movements, his martial arts were roughly equal to her own. If she hadn't been injured, she would have had a fighting chance, but now her remaining true energy could only sustain her for three moves at most. After three moves, she would be exhausted and forced to surrender.
"My name is Meng. You should have heard of me." The newcomer was none other than Mr. Meng, who had learned of Ji Xiaoyun's hiding place from Shui Ling. He wore a smile, appearing confident and composed.

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