First time joining the club

I'm 22 years old, a college student majoring in oil painting. Getting into university was a complete surprise to everyone. My dad owns a small furniture factory. He used to be involved in organized crime, but he cleaned up his act and became quite well-known in both the legal and illegal worlds. He has a violent temper, and I was beaten a lot by him growing up; I was raised on his beatings.
Because my dad had too many women, my mom divorced him when I was only 10. I lived with my dad after that. My grades were terrible in elementary school, and I was always fighting. It got worse in middle school; the teachers didn't dare discipline me because of my dad's connections. Later, I went to a vocational high school. To change my bad temper, I studied art—it's supposed to be about self-cultivation, right? My family looks down on me, saying I'll be a piece of trash in the future. Seriously! They don't even look at themselves; they're all involved in the underworld, yet they talk about me like that.
The year I got into university, my dad married a woman, and she brought a child with her. At first, she was nice to me, but later, she probably thought she was the boss and dared to bully me! Seriously! They thought I was a pushover? I used my strength to teach her and her son a lesson, stabbing them a few times, and then ran back to my grandma's house.
Unexpectedly, my dad came to my grandma's house and beat me up over a woman! Damn it! He always said he'd stop beating me when I could beat him. That day, I acted like a madman, proving to my dad that I'd grown up, and from then on, they never bullied me again.
I lived with my mom, going to and from school every day. I made some brothers at school, and we got along very well. After being exposed to art, I thought my temper would improve.
Two years passed in a daze, neither good nor bad. A small incident changed my life.
One summer afternoon, I was walking home from school with my friends as usual. The six of us were chatting and laughing as we walked to the school gate when we saw several men grabbing a girl. "Bitch, who do you think I am, daring to lie to me? Damn it! You want to die?" Soon, a lot of people were watching, and the usually arrogant school police were nowhere to be seen. Oh, a fight, haha, a good sport.
But since it didn't concern me, I figured it was best to leave. I grabbed my friend's arm. "Come on, there's nothing to see, just a bunch of guys bullying a little girl." I thought I was being incredibly quiet, but they still heard me.
"Damn it, you fatso. What did you say? Say it again if you dare!" Damn it! They heard me, this is bad.
"B-Big Brother, I...I didn't say anything. I'm leaving now, sorry, Big Brother, I was ignorant." I turned to run.
Those thugs really thought they were gangsters. "Damn it, you fatso, come here, you coward!" One of the skinny guys tried to hit me. Damn it! Looks like I can't escape. I'd better fight, or I won't be able to stay in school.
My friend was watching me; I knew they were waiting for me to make the first move. Damn it, they didn't even ask who my father was. I rushed forward before him and kicked him in the groin. My fighting experience is that you have to fight like a madman, and you have to hit vital points, otherwise it's useless. With one kick, the poor guy was sprawled on the ground. Seeing that cowardly guy dared to hit their man, the other side abandoned the girl and charged at me. "Damn it, he's asking for it, kill him!"
My brothers weren't exactly saints either; they immediately rushed in, and we started punching and kicking. As the fight went on, I realized one of my brothers was missing. Damn it! Looks like he ran away. What a disloyal guy! Never mind him, I'll fight to the death. I have one bad habit: the sight of blood makes me incredibly excited and reckless, like a dog. As the fight continued, I felt my strength waning; it seemed like I was done for. What was next? Holy crap! My runaway brother was bringing over 50 men charging this way. I didn't care if they could fight; just scaring them was enough.
I've always believed Chairman Mao was right: "Many hands make light work." 50 men against 6 or 7 was child's play. Seeing them lying on the ground, covered in wounds, was fucking exhilarating.
At this moment, one of the leaders lay on the ground and said, "Brother, I admit defeat today. If you let my brothers go home, I'll do whatever you want with them, okay? Or you can give me money; my brother can go back and get it, I'll hold them here as hostages."
I looked at him, covered in blood, and he seemed quite loyal. I like this kind of person. "Brother,
you're a true friend. Baldy, call a car and take them to the hospital." My brother, Baldy, went outside and called two taxis. We lifted them into the cars. "Driver, Yanbian Hospital." I casually gave each of the two drivers five yuan.
"Let's go, brothers, let's go have some fun. Thanks everyone, call me if you need anything." I said to everyone in a very nonchalant manner.
"Damn, what's with the formalities?"
"We're all from the same department, who doesn't need anyone else's help?" The group said sparsely.
After we dispersed, I saw the campus police and the 110 (police) officers. Damn, a bunch of useless cowards.
Half a month later, I went to lunch with my friends as usual. I had just reached the school gate when I saw a Mercedes 320S parked there (you might think I'm bragging, but my hometown is notorious for smuggling, so there are plenty of nice cars, and they're cheap). I thought to myself, "Some rich guy is here to find girls at our school again. The music and dance students at the art school often go out and work as prostitutes.
" When we got to the car, the door opened, and a familiar-looking person came up to us. "Friend, do you remember me?"
Holy crap! Who is this? We froze. "Are you talking to me?" I asked tentatively.
"Yes, it's you, Fatty," the man said confidently.
"You...you are...oh, I remember now, just discharged from the hospital?" I exclaimed in realization. My friend and I thought he was here for revenge, and we were very nervous.
"Hehe, brother, I'm discharged from the hospital. Don't be afraid, I'm here to treat you to dinner," the man said with a smile.
I looked at my friends. The smiling tiger was the scariest. Not going would make me look cowardly, but going was dangerous. I hesitated. "Baldy," I said, "I'm going to 'Hongyun' with him for dinner. You wait for me at the internet cafe. If I'm not back by 12:30, come find me, understand?" I deliberately emphasized "come find me," meaning if I wasn't back by 12:30, you'd have to get someone to rescue me.
He, my best-looking friend "Big Guy," and I rode in his car to the restaurant I specified. We ordered some snacks and started chatting. Young people get to know each other quickly; we were familiar with each other in no time. It turned out he was one of "Tiger King's" henchmen, named Wang Kai. That woman had tricked them that day. I also told him I was XX's son, the guy next to me had a father who was the head of the state design bureau, and the guy waiting for my message was the son of the prison warden. This was partly to intimidate him and show him I wasn't someone to mess with, and partly to remind him I had brothers waiting for me.
People in the underworld are quick-witted; after flattering us for a while, he said he knew our fathers. "Brother, if you hadn't cursed me that day, I wouldn't have bothered with that." I tried to intimidate him with a mature air. Around midnight, when we were about to leave, he knew what I meant and offered to drive us. Damn! I'm not stupid. Want to know where we hang out and how many people we have? No way. So we declined his offer and took a taxi.
About two weeks later, I bought a Tibetan knife on the street and had it branded. It wasn't long, perfect for carrying inside my clothes for self-defense (men all like playing with knives, right?). Some of my friends from the underworld invited me to a disco to pick up girls. Since it wasn't my money, I went. When bad luck strikes, even drinking cold water can cause problems. I ran into that bitch again. I ignored her and did my own thing. A little while later, I heard her yell, "Don't touch me! Are you looking for death? What are you doing?!" Then came the sounds of fighting and cursing. It had nothing to do with me, so I left.
I hadn't taken more than a few steps when she saw me. "Honey, help me! He's molesting me!" Holy crap, was she calling me? No girl has ever called me "honey" before. "
Hao Liu, do you know that woman?" my friend asked.
"I don't know her," I replied, looking down.
"Then why does she seem to be calling you?" my damn buddy kept asking.
What's even more infuriating is that damned woman who ran up to me and grabbed me, crying, "Honey, they're bullying me!"
The men walked up to me, saying, "Damn it, you're her husband? You look like a disgusting pig." They laughed and insulted me.
I steeled myself, turned around and slapped them, then pulled out a hidden knife and charged forward. My friends were loyal and fought alongside me. We could handle a few drunk guys; we took them down quickly. I even tried to play the hero, asking, "Honey, are you alright?" But when I turned around, damn it! That woman was gone! I was furious! How dare she play me? Just wait until I catch her!
The disco security guards, seeing us causing trouble, swarmed over, attacking both sides without asking why. Sigh, we're no match for professional thugs. I told my friends to retreat, and I fought my way back with the knife. Watching my friends run away like rabbits, I started to regret not losing weight. I… I couldn't run anymore.
More than a dozen burly men surrounded me. Begging for mercy seemed pointless; I had to fight. Kill one to break even, kill two to make a profit. I charged at them like a mad dog, brandishing my knife. Suddenly, I couldn't see anything because my glasses were gone. Oh my god! I was done for. Something hit me hard on the head, and I began to lose consciousness.
When I woke up, I opened my eyes. 'Is this hell? No, it's more like heaven. Everything is white. Oh no, this…this is a hospital! Haha, I'm still alive! That's great!' I saw a large chest in front of me. I wanted to grab it to see if I was still alive, but I couldn't move.
"He's awake! Doctor, he's awake!" A voice as beautiful as a nightingale's murmur rang out. Soon I saw people all around my bed—my dad, my mom, and many relatives. I wanted to cry. So many people cared about me so much. I…I was so touched.
Over the next few days, I slowly recovered. My dad started scolding me, "You little brat, trying to use a knife like that! Look, you're almost dead!" My mom was also yelling at me. Sigh, life!
One day, I was lying in my hospital bed when a white-haired man in his fifties came to my bedside and patted my head. What a kind person! I felt like I'd seen him somewhere before. "You...you are..." "
Child, I know your dad. It was one of my men who hit you. I'm so ashamed." Oh, so it was their boss. No way, he seemed like a famous businessman. I'd seen him on TV.
I spent the next few days in the hospital. After half a month, I was able to get out of bed and started taking walks in the hospital. But I noticed there were guards around me and outside my room. They must be the old man's men. When I was almost fully recovered, my dad left me some money and went to Russia to do business. My mom met a Taiwanese man during this time and was going to Taiwan with him.
I spent over a month in the hospital before finally being discharged. That day, neither my mom nor dad were in China, so it was that old man who picked me up. We celebrated my discharge from the hospital with dinner in a private room at the Daewoo Hotel. "Child, your dad entrusted you to me before he passed away. As your uncle, I'll take good care of you." What touching words!
There weren't many people at the table, only about a dozen. After introductions, I learned they were all his men. It seemed no one was looking after me anymore, so I had no choice but to join them. That day became the day I joined the 'Tangren Society'.
He treated me like family. Perhaps because I'd watched too many Hong Kong movies like "Young and Dangerous," I'd also come to like the plot. Today… I was finally one of them! I was so happy! That evening, he took me to the disco where we'd fought last time. Hearing it was his territory made me feel much more at ease.
In a private room, I sat with him and several familiar faces. He began to introduce me: "This is my newly adopted godson, Hao Wu's son. Please take good care of him from now on." Then he introduced the people present: "I am the eldest, Yang Longjun. You can call me godfather. He is..."
It turned out that the fatter man than me was the second eldest, Wang Hu, the head of the border defense, everyone called him "General"; the gloomy man was of Korean ethnicity, named Jin Guangzhen, the head of the state public security bureau; the very refined-looking man was the fourth eldest, Zhang Deshui, the secretary of the state; and finally, the very burly man was Li Yunhu, nicknamed "Changbai Tiger King," the big boss of the underworld in our area.
I stood up and toasted everyone. "Uncles and sirs, my dad entrusted me to you all, so please treat me like your own child. If I do anything wrong, please teach me a lesson. Everyone I know calls me 'Hao Liu,' so if you gentlemen think highly of me, please call me that too."
After hearing about my story, several people said, "A hero emerges from among the young, willing to go to great lengths for his friends, so loyal!" Actually, it wasn't that I was loyal, but rather that I was slow, but I couldn't tell the truth. "You gentlemen are too kind; I still have a lot to learn from you gentlemen." Anyone can say nice things, and besides, flattery and playing the fool are my specialties. That's how I officially joined the "Tangren Club." "
Son, you can live in the Seaside Community, it's your own place. What kind of car do you like? Dad will get you one. By the way, can you drive?"
I thought the eldest brother was drunk and joking, so I joked back, "Thank you, godfather. I... I like a Mercedes 500, the black one is very beautiful, but I can't drive, haha!" After we got a little tipsy, I don't even know what happened anymore.
It was already dawn. I got up and looked at the time—oh my god, it was past 8 o'clock! I was late. I hurriedly dressed and ran outside. Wait, where am I? This isn't my house. A moment later, a man who looked like a bodyguard came up to me. "Boss, where are we going? Is the car ready?"
What boss? Are you kidding me? Never mind him, I need to get to school first. "Oh… to art school." So I followed him out of the house to a black Mercedes 500. He opened the door and invited me in; it seemed he was my driver.
We chatted as we drove to school. It turned out he was one of the "Old Five 'White Tiger King's' men, a former bodyguard from abroad. The Mercedes behind us belonged to another group of bodyguards, all retired border guards."
And so, without my parents' supervision, I wandered between school and home every day, searching for the bitch who had cheated on me. One day after school, I saw her. She was walking and laughing with several girls. My chance had come; I was going to get my revenge.
I had someone drive and follow them slowly. When they went to my boss's disco again, we followed them in. When she was alone, several bodyguards grabbed her and took her to a small hotel.
I stripped her naked, taped her mouth shut, and tied her hands to the headboard. She kicked me hard, and I slapped her several times. "Bitch, didn't you say I was your husband? What, you're so uncooperative when you're having sex with your husband? If you don't behave, I'll kill you, you hear me!" She
looked at me with tears streaming down her face, her violent struggles ceasing. I took off my clothes, revealing my small penis, grabbed her thigh, and thrust it inside. So dry! Not as slippery as described in porn novels. I felt more pain and discomfort than she did. But for revenge, pain is pain.
Maybe it was because it was my first time, but I couldn't hold back until her vagina was barely wet. My semen sprayed inside her vagina and onto her thighs. Damn! I couldn't give up! I slapped her buttocks hard while biting and scratching her breasts. Damn it, she's over 20 and not a virgin, how come her breasts are so small? My bust size is 95, hers is at most 83.
I bit and bit, oh, my cock got hard again. I slapped her buttocks until they were bright red, and tears streamed down her face. Then I started slapping her pussy. It seemed she was very sensitive there; I could feel her body trembling, and she was very wet. I smeared the fluid from her pussy on her face and nose, and started fucking her hard again. Because she was tied up, I couldn't hear her moans, only humming sounds coming from her nose.
"I...I can't take it anymore." Just as I finished speaking, my penis ejaculated inside her vagina. Like a child, I sprayed my semen all over her face and breasts. Seeing her body red from my beating, her face clearly a result of her own reaction, covered in my semen and her vaginal fluids, it looked absolutely beautiful. This must be my best work, haha. I didn't care whether she lived or died. I put on my clothes, untied the duct tape from her hands, and left the house, leaving her, completely ravaged by my torment, behind as I went home.

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