Verbal battle in court

Courtroom Battle (Part 1) "Your Honor, I request to question the victim, Ms. Chen, again to clarify some necessary facts." "This judge grants the defense attorney's request. Ms. Chen, please come to the witness stand to be questioned by the defense attorney." The trial had entered its fourth day. The facts of the case had long been stated, and most of what needed to be said had been said. I believed the case should be closed today, and I relaxed, starting to think about my other property lawsuit. However, why did the defendant's lawyer, Tang Jiahui, still request to question Ms. Chen again in court? Did she really intend to use some means to salvage what seemed like a doomed case? I couldn't guess her intentions, and watched with some unease as Ms. Chen walked to the witness stand. This was a fairly simple rape case. About four months ago, Ms. Chen returned to her apartment in the middle of the night and was attacked and raped by a pre-lying assailant. Throughout the rape, Ms. Chen was blindfolded and never saw the rapist's face. But she clearly remembered the perpetrator's voice. Three months later, Ms. Chen happened to hear that voice again in a store. She immediately called the store's security guards, who detained the man and notified the police. The police discovered that the man had a history of sexual harassment and arrested him. The man, named Zhao Taijiang, currently works as a porter. He had been accused of sexual assault three times, convicted of sexual harassment once, and acquitted twice due to insufficient evidence. This time, however, Ms. Chen didn't know him at all and was unaware of his criminal history; she identified him solely by his voice. He also couldn't provide any alibi. Another piece of evidence in the prosecution's favor was a neighbor's testimony that they had seen Zhao Taijiang wearing a black scarf, very similar to the one used to blindfold Ms. Chen and abandoned at the scene. Of course, all the prosecution's evidence was weak and riddled with flaws; each piece of evidence was questionable upon closer examination. Therefore, the police were reluctant to prosecute, and no lawyer was willing to take the case. When I first heard about this case, I thought it would be quite challenging, and if I encountered a strong defense attorney, there would definitely be a lot of entanglement, so I considered turning it down. However, because it was a referral from an acquaintance, and Ms. Chen personally came to my door to plead with me, I softened and agreed. Especially when I heard that the defense attorney in this case was Tang Jiahui, a young female lawyer whom everyone had been praising recently, my competitive spirit was immediately ignited. It is said that since graduating last year, she has won more than ten major cases, even more than I was back then, and I felt both somewhat unconvinced and curious. Surprisingly, the case progressed very smoothly in the first three days, and the current situation is extremely favorable to the prosecution. This is mainly because Tang Jiahui's performance was too mediocre. She easily let go of the loopholes and weaknesses that could have been exploited, and her arguments on the key evidence were also very weak. Judging from the body language of the jury, I estimate that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the defendant is bound to lose this case. Naturally, a young and innocent female lawyer defending a rape suspect would face many inconveniences and concerns, making it difficult to truly give her all. However, I'm starting to have some doubts. Could this be a defensive strategy of avoiding the real issues? Perhaps not. Maybe years of legal work have instilled in me a tendency to be paranoid. But I still feel uneasy. I always get nervous when my opponent does something unexpected. At this moment, Tang Jiahui gracefully approached Ms. Chen, her large eyes fixed almost unblinkingly on Ms. Chen sitting in the witness stand. She calmly said, “Ms. Chen, please believe me. As a woman, I deeply sympathize with your plight, and I share your urgent desire to bring the real murderer to justice. Therefore, I hope to clarify some facts with you further. Some of my questions may offend or embarrass you, so please don't misunderstand. Do you understand what I mean?” “I understand.” Unlike her relaxed and low-key demeanor of the previous three days, Tang Jiahui suddenly became serious, her sharp gaze piercing Ms. Chen—a gaze she hadn't shown in the past few days. Looking at Tang Jiahui's cold and beautiful profile, a sense of foreboding suddenly arose in my heart. She must have planned this all along, while I was completely unprepared. What exactly was she trying to achieve with these words? Not being able to discern the opponent's intentions is the most dreaded passive situation for any lawyer. "Ms. Chen, before you were raped, had you had any sexual experience with men?" Why did she suddenly ask such an offensive question? I didn't have time to figure out her true intentions. I instinctively objected to the judge to stop her: "I object to this question! Your Honor. This question is completely irrelevant to this case." The judge turned to Attorney Tang and asked her, "Defendant's attorney, do you have reason to believe that this is a relevant question?" "Yes. Your Honor. Please believe me." "Alright. Objection not established. Ms. Chen, please answer the defendant's attorney's question truthfully." I was getting angry. I hadn't expected to successfully stop the question; I just wanted to give my client more time to consider how to answer. But the judge so easily agreed to let her continue without the defendant's attorney providing any explanation, which was undoubtedly biased. Ms. Chen answered somewhat uneasily, "...No." "Then, Ms. Chen, before this, have you had any sexual contact with any man of the opposite sex? For example, touching each other's genitals with your hands or any part of your body?" I stood up again, feigning anger, to protest, "Your Honor, I strongly object to the defense attorney invading my client's privacy with such an irrelevant question." The judge then turned to Tang Jiahui, "Defendant's attorney, could you explain why you believe this question is directly related to the case?" "Of course, Your Honor. Because this is a rape case involving sex, the client's understanding of sex will directly affect her ability to identify the perpetrator. Please allow Ms. Chen to answer my question." "Alright. Please answer, Ms. Chen." Looking at Tang Jiahui, her beautiful face facing the judge, able to ask such a sexual question without blushing in this grand courtroom, I suddenly realized that the judge had developed an instinctive bias towards her—a natural male reaction to a woman. Moreover, Tang Jiahui was such a beautiful woman. I began to realize that encountering such a beautiful female opponent was not a pleasant experience. Not wanting to offend the judge, I could only sit down silently, my unease growing. This female lawyer seemed intent on manipulating Ms. Chen's ability to identify the defendant. But what did that have to do with her sexual experience? In any case, my intervention had given Ms. Chen ample time to consider how to answer Tang Jiahui's questions. Ms. Chen replied somewhat awkwardly, "I...I have never had the sexual contact you described with a man. I...I only had very few...hugs and...kissings with my ex-boyfriend." "Very good. Ms. Chen. Thank you for your frank answer. Now, I'd like to ask you about some details of that day. You said you were blindfolded, stripped, and assaulted. Where did this happen? In your living room, your bedroom, or...?" "In my bathroom. He forcibly dragged me to my bathroom." "On the floor of your bathroom?" "...Yes...I was forced to the floor..." "Did he gag you?" "No." "Didn't you resist? Didn't you scream for help?" "...No. He...he held a knife and threatened me." "I understand. Did he tie you up?" "He...he tied my hands..." ...tied to my back with stockings. “According to your report to the police, the man forced you to perform oral sex on him. What words did he use to coerce you? "He...he started to say that if I could...play the trumpet for him, then...he wouldn't have to rape me." Let me choose... I'll..." "So, you chose to give him... oral sex, right? "No... I... didn't choose it... I... what choice do I have?" I was forced. "I understand." You were forced to choose to perform oral sex on him. Is that so? "Yes." "Thank you, Miss Chen." So, in what position did you perform oral sex on him? "I object to asking questions in this way, your honor." These questions constituted a direct and unnecessary invasion of my client's privacy. "I really can't believe that such a young female lawyer can say words like 'oral sex' in front of everyone without blushing. I still can't figure out her method, but I know that I must object as early as possible. I can't let her follow the way she designed to ask questions." The objection is not established. Witnesses please answer questions. "What?" The judge's reaction was unacceptable to me. He completely sided with Tang Jiahui, rejecting my objection without even turning his head. I suddenly realized that everyone in the courtroom, including the judge and jurors, seemed to be listening intently to Ms. Chen being forced to recount her ordeal. Good heavens. These people were so interested in these details of the rape; I felt indignant for Ms. Chen. This was a gender-balanced jury of six men and six women, and what I couldn't understand was that both men and women seemed so eager to hear these details, completely different from their listless demeanor the previous two days. I had a bad feeling. These past few days...They had been deliberately avoiding the process and details of the rape scenes. I spent a lot of time solidifying the scarf evidence, emphasizing Zhao Taijiang's past misdeeds, and arguing about the sensitivity and memory of sound when a person loses their sight. I even brought in a professor from the medical school to explain the uniqueness of human speech. While these technical details were effective, they clearly bored the jurors. However, this female lawyer had easily piqued their interest, meaning her influence on them could potentially increase significantly. Moreover, her natural feminine charm was a major disadvantage for the prosecution. I began to realize Tang Jiahui's strategy. My God, was she really that cunning? The life or death of the entire case rested entirely in the hands of these jurors; offending them would be extremely detrimental to either side, while gaining even the slightest bit of their favor could tip the scales in your favor. Of course, Tang Jiahui's goodwill alone wasn't enough to change the jurors' strong impression of the defendant's guilt that I had built up in their minds over the past three days. Unless she could find a crucial flaw. But I could already sense the danger. Miss Chen seemed to be painfully recalling the scene: "I...he...I was kneeling on the floor...he was first...probably sitting on the edge of the bathtub, then he stood up..." "Probably sitting on the edge of the bathtub? Are you sure?" "...Yes. I'm sure. My head was pressed very low." "I understand. Miss Chen, can you recall if his legs were bent or flat when he was sitting on the edge of the bathtub?" I suddenly understood which direction Tang Jiahui was trying to find a breakthrough in. She wanted to find evidence to prove that the criminal's physique did not match Zhao Taijiang's. As long as Miss Chen's answer was wrong, it might give her an opportunity. She was indeed a cunning lawyer. It was a pity that I had not anticipated that she would start from this direction and had not given Miss Chen any guidance on how to deal with it. I secretly broke out in a cold sweat. Miss Chen hesitated and said, "He...I can't see. I don't know." This was a very good answer. I looked at Tang Jiahui. Although I could not see any reaction on her face, I guessed that she must be somewhat disappointed. The calm lawyer, his face impassive, continued, "Ms. Chen, how did you sense that the man was standing again later?" "He... I had to look up to reach his..." "His what?" "Ah... his... that thing..." "You mean his penis, right?" "...Yes." "Were you still kneeling on the ground then?" "Yes." "He was standing there, did you have to straighten up to reach his penis?" "Yes. I had to tilt my head back." "..." Tang Jiahui bombarded her with questions, but as if she hadn't gotten what she wanted, she stopped, seemingly unsure how to proceed. I felt a surge of anxiety for Ms. Chen. Who knew what might happen if things continued like this? Tang Jiahui shifted her focus and continued, "Ms. Chen, were you wearing clothes when you were giving that man oral sex?" "...No. No. I... wasn't wearing any clothes. He stripped me naked." "Ms. Chen, do you know if that man was also naked at that time?" "...He, it seems, was still wearing a shirt. But his lower body... was naked." "Are you sure? How did you know his lower body was naked?" "...I... was between his legs, of course I knew." "Ms. Chen, could you tell us specifically about the situation at that time?" "...I..." "I mean, could you describe how you gave that man oral sex?" "I object to this question! Your Honor. This kind of question, involving the personal privacy and dignity of the parties involved, is not directly related to this case. I strongly object to the defense continuing to ask questions in this manner." "Objection upheld. The witness may choose not to answer this question. Please, defense attorney, reconsider the applicability and scope of this question." My objection was accepted by the judge for the first time, which was a slight comfort. But I knew this female lawyer wouldn't give up so easily. She lightly brushed her hair aside, then fixed her gaze on Ms. Chen, whose face had turned ashen. Slowing her tone, she spoke gently, “Okay. Let’s imagine this: a man, naked from the waist down, sits on the edge of the bathtub, and you, also naked, kneel between his legs, blindfolded, hands tied behind your back, sucking… uh, giving him oral sex. Is that it?” “…Yes. But why did you…” Ms. Chen could no longer hold back her bitterness, almost sobbing. The stimulating image Tang Jiahui described was vividly etched into my mind. I glanced guiltily at Ms. Chen. Her sorrowful face remained exquisitely beautiful, her elegant dark blue suit tightly hugging her graceful figure, her full breasts rising and falling slightly with excitement. Through that garment, I imagined her naked body kneeling on the ground. My genitals suddenly swelled. Good heavens, how could I be like this at a time like this… Suddenly, I realized that such an image must have appeared in the minds of everyone present. For the first time, I truly understood the vulgar society a raped woman faces. And I, too, am just a member of this vulgar society. Miss Chen's predicament at this moment far exceeded my expectations. But she merely wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and raised her head again. I deeply admired her courage in facing all of this. For so many years, as a lawyer, the law to me has always been nothing more than a collection of written words, used more to maintain and coordinate the interests of all parties. I have never thought about justice and fairness, nor have I ever sympathized with the plaintiff or the defendant. But now, a strong desire to bring the criminal to justice suddenly surged into my heart. I looked towards Zhao Taijiang in the defendant's dock. He sat there calmly, seemingly admiring and recalling the crime he had committed. I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. I truly couldn't understand why such a talented and promising young female lawyer would defend such scum. I didn't believe she could get much defense money from a porter like him. I couldn't help but stand up again and loudly addressed the judge, "Your Honor, I strongly object to the defense attorney's use of such a humiliating method to attack the victim in this case. These recollections are both unnecessary and completely unacceptable. I request that you stop her from continuing." The judge slightly raised his head, seemingly deep in thought, when Tang Jiahui quickly interjected, "Your Honor, you know, if we don't even understand what happened back then, how can we accurately determine who the real culprit is? As a woman, my sympathy for Ms. Chen is no less than any of yours. But as the defendant's lawyer, I must also be responsible for my client." She was truly a formidable and eloquent opponent, and she knew very well how to use her womanhood as an invincible weapon. I could feel the burning, compelling force in her words. I had to admire her debating skills. Sure enough, the judge sided with her again: "Ms. Chen, would you like to take a break?" "No, thank you." "Alright then. Please, defense attorney, continue with your questions." "Ms. Chen, you just said your body was between his legs. Could you feel if his legs were smooth or covered in hair?" "His legs were covered in hair." Once again, I realized how cunning this seemingly gentle female lawyer was. Without me even noticing, she began searching for loopholes. From her expression, I guessed that Ms. Chen's quick answer meant she hadn't been given any chance. Tang Jiahui then asked, "Ms. Chen, besides the hair on his legs, did you notice any other distinguishing features?" "...No." "Ms. Chen, your eyes were blindfolded and your hands were tied behind your back. How could you possibly put that man's penis in your mouth?" "I...he grabbed my chin and put that thing in my mouth, I..." "I understand. Ms. Chen, have you ever performed oral sex on a man?" Tang Jiahui bombarded Ms. Chen with a barrage of questions, giving her almost no chance to breathe. These were all questions women found difficult to answer, and even Tang Jiahui herself hesitated when mentioning a man's penis. Tang Jiahui's purpose was clear: to make Ms. Chen make a mistake in her panic. I knew she had many more challenging questions to come. However, the truth was the truth, and I believed that as long as Ms. Chen answered all the questions truthfully, Tang Jiahui might not find an opportunity. But I was still worried for Ms. Chen. “I…I already said I’ve never had any…sexual experience.” “Then, have you ever seen a woman perform oral sex on a man?” “No…I’ve only heard about it.” “Ms. Chen, when you first put his…that thing in your mouth, what special feeling did you have?” Tang Jiahui was getting increasingly outrageous, but I still endured it. Ms. Chen was also clearly angered by the question: “I…what feeling could I have? It was disgusting. I just wanted to throw up. You don’t believe me? Try it!” “Please don’t be angry, Ms. Chen. You didn’t throw up, did you?” “…He…how could I resist? In order to…in order to protect…my chastity, I had no choice but to…” “I understand you, Ms. Chen. When you put that…penis in your mouth, did you actively move your head, or…” “He held my head down with his hand, and on his…that…back and forth…” I objected again, hoping the judge would make Tang Jiahui give a reason for asking these questions. But this was rejected by the judge again. “I understand. Ms. Chen. Is this man’s penis big? In your mouth…”"Not very big?" "Yes. Very big." "Did it go all the way into your mouth? Or only halfway in?" "I...I don't know. I can't see. But...it went in a lot, very deep into my mouth." "I see. Did you feel nauseous?" "...At first a little...I..." "I see, you started to feel nauseous, but then you gradually got used to it. Right?" "No. Not that I got used to it. It was...it was that I was held down, I couldn't..." The jurors listened intently to the details of the victim being forced to perform oral sex, and the entire courtroom was very quiet. My mind began to wander, constantly showing the image of Ms. Chen kneeling on the ground, a penis going in and out of her beautiful lips. My genitals swelled even more. "Ms. Chen, did the man say anything during this process?" "..." "Ms. Chen..." "Yes. He said a lot." "Can you recall some of what he said?" “…He…he told me to take it deeper, saying…saying I didn’t take it deep enough…it was worse than…worse than a prostitute…he told me to suck harder…and with my tongue…” “Miss Chen, did you do as he said?” “I…I…don’t know. I don’t remember.” “Was he dissatisfied with your oral sex?” “Yes.” “Then. What happened next?” “He…he forced me…to take his…testicles…one by one into my mouth…” “Wait a minute, Miss Chen. You just said he told you to take what? Testicles?” “You mean…those two down there…those two…” “Those two what?” “You mean…those two down there…” “Oh, I see. You mean…his testicles, right?” “…Yes.” I sensed that Tang Jiahui was also blushing a little at this point. It seemed she wasn’t as composed as she appeared, and didn’t know much about men’s bodies, as if she wasn’t even familiar with the testicles we usually call eggs. “Miss Chen, what happened next?” "Then he desperately pressed my head down on his... penis, he inserted his thing deep into my mouth, and pressed my nose against his body..." "I understand. And then?" "Then...then...he...said I did a bad job, so..." Seeing that Ms. Chen couldn't continue, Tang Jiahui showed no pity and continued to press: "So what?" “...just...just...raped me...waaaaaah…” Miss Chen truly cried this time. Everyone knew the gist of the story, but hearing it from Miss Chen's own mouth, with so many details, was truly moving. Now, I didn't want to stop Tang Jiahui's interrogation anymore. Tang Jiahui was also taking a risk. If she didn't find any major flaws, Miss Chen's situation would actually garner sympathy from the jurors. Especially her sincere tears, which could move even the hardest heart. I watched Tang Jiahui's expression. Outwardly, I couldn't discern any change in her inner feelings. She was a seasoned opponent, not at all like a young lawyer who had only graduated a year ago. Tang Jiahui composed herself, waited for Miss Chen to stop crying, then silently handed her a glass of water and gently stroked Miss Chen's hand a few times. From these seemingly unintentional gestures, I could tell that Tang Jiahui also knew how to balance the jurors' sympathy. But she still insisted on this interrogation; did she have other motives? I racked my brains, but couldn't find an answer. “Miss Chen, please forgive me for having to make you relive that pain again.” Please believe me, I'm just as eager as you to put that inhuman bastard in jail. But before things are cleared up, we can't hastily imprison a potentially innocent person while letting the real murderer go free. Do you agree with me? "...Agreed." Damn, how cunning. I knew Tang Jiahui's ulterior motives perfectly well. "Ms. Chen, when that man penetrated you, was he on top of you?" "Yes." "Did you feel he was burly, average, or rather thin?" "I... he seemed quite burly." "Are you sure he was like Mr. Zhao?" "Yes. He... his whole body was on top of me..." "Ms. Chen, according to the police records, you reported the crime less than half an hour after being raped, is that right?" "Yes." "Then why didn't the police record any traces left by the man? Like hair, dander, or..." "...He flushed the bathroom with water before leaving..." "I understand. Ms. Chen, there's still something I don't understand." The police record mentions that you had a vaginal examination that night, but why weren't any...any male semen found? "..." "Ms. Chen, did that person not ejaculate inside you?" "...No. He...ejaculated..." "Are you sure?" "I...I'm sure. Of course I'm sure...Waaaaah..." Ms. Chen suddenly burst into tears again. I was also a little confused. I had this question before, but I hadn't paid it any mind. Besides, it was inconvenient for me to ask a young woman about sensitive details. This time I was really careless. "Ms. Chen, why are you so sure? Why didn't the police find any trace?" "...Waaaah...Waaaah..." "Ms. Chen, can you tell us?" "How did you determine that he ejaculated…" "He… he… ejaculated into my… mouth…" Ah! A collective gasp filled the room. I didn't know this detail either. It must have been too embarrassing to talk about; Ms. Chen hadn't even reported it to the police. The thought of a penis ejaculating into her mouth made my genitals swell again. I couldn't suppress my instinctive reaction; my genitals throbbed painfully in my pants. Guilt made my face flush red. I turned my head and thought I could see the faint smile on Zhao Taijiang's face. I angrily turned back, the resentment in my heart lingering for a long time. "Ms. Chen, I'm sorry. It's good that you spoke out; keeping it inside would only make you feel worse." Ms. Chen nodded, sobbing, and indeed, she gradually calmed down. It seemed that, just as Tang Jiahui had said, after vomiting her heaviest burden, she felt a sense of relief, and a resolute expression of grief and indignation appeared on her face, no longer showing that weak feeling of fear and shame. "So, Ms. Chen, how did he ejaculate his semen into your mouth?" "Did he force you, or…" "...Yes…he…he threatened me, saying either he would ejaculate inside my uterus and get me pregnant, or I would have to…let him ejaculate in my mouth…I had no choice…" "I understand. He gave you a choice, and you chose to let him ejaculate in your mouth." "No. I had no choice. In that situation…I was terrified. I didn't want to get pregnant, that was too terrible, so I had no choice but to let him…let him…ejaculate in…my mouth." "I understand, Ms. Chen. So, after he ejaculated in your mouth, did you spit his semen out?" "...No…he forced me…to swallow it all…otherwise…I would…" Ms. Chen could barely continue, but Tang Jiahui still wouldn't let up. "So you swallowed all of his semen?" "I had no other choice." "How could not a single drop have leaked out? Is that really the case?" "...Yes. He finally…" "Ms. Chen, please continue." "He…inserted very deep, I couldn't spit it out." "Hmm. How deep exactly did he insert it?" "Ms. Chen, can you recall?" "I...he was pushing it in very hard...I..." "Ms. Chen, can you recall how hard he pushed it into your mouth?" "Yes...he grabbed my head and pushed hard..." "I understand. So, could you feel his penis reaching the bottom of your mouth? Or somewhere else?" "I don't know. Anyway, it was very deep, my mouth was almost touching his body." "Ms. Chen, how do you know your mouth was almost touching his body? You couldn't see it, right?" "I...my mouth touched his...pubic hair." "Ah, I understand. I remember you said your nose was pressed against his body, is that right?" "...Yes. My nose hurt from being pressed down, I...couldn't escape..." "So, Ms. Chen, since your nose could touch his body, that means you swallowed his entire penis into your mouth, is that right?" "I...I don't know...Yes! Yes! Why do you have to ask these questions?" "Ms. Chen, please don't be angry. I am very grateful for your cooperation. I just want to understand what happened." "..." "Ms. Chen, he ejaculated in your mouth. And then?" "Then... he... kept his thing in my mouth... and... and made me lick it clean... sob... sob..." "Ms. Chen... and then?" "Then, he forced me to drink water to clean my mouth, leaving no trace... sob..." "I've finished asking my questions. Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Chen. Do you need to rest for a while?" Hearing that Tang Jiahui's questioning had temporarily come to an end, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I quickly asked the judge for a temporary recess. The judge didn't make things difficult; after so many questions, he seemed to need a rest himself. After knocking on the door for a temporary recess, he hurriedly left. I helped Ms. Chen to her seat, and looking at her red eyes from crying, I didn't know how to comfort her, I just kept...He praised her for her excellent performance and courage. Ms. Chen rubbed her eyes vigorously with a handkerchief, then looked up and asked me softly, almost with great grievance, "Attorney Ma, why is she so fixated on these questions?" "Ms. Chen, don't worry. Her pressing questioning style is a common tactic used by lawyers. They often make witnesses repeat known facts to find inconsistencies in their testimonies. This shows they've run out of options and can only provoke you with these embarrassing questions, hoping you'll make a mistake in your answer." "My answers...were there...any problems?" "Ah, no. Absolutely not. Didn't you see that Attorney Tang couldn't find a single flaw in your answers? Your performance was excellent, even better than I expected." "Will she...ask anything else?" "Don't worry, haven't you finished asking all the questions? I believe she's run out of tricks. But she's right about one thing: once you've released this heavy burden from your heart, you'll feel better." Ms. Chen nodded, seemingly feeling much better. Although I tried my best to comfort Ms. Chen, I was still a little unsure of myself. Judging from Tang Jiahui's performance, she must have made some careful preparations, and it was hard to believe that she would give up so easily. Although she hadn't gained anything useful from the previous exchange, she might still have some follow-up moves. My heart tightened. I really didn't expect this female lawyer to be so difficult to deal with. A few days ago, she deliberately held back, avoiding my attacks. After my offensive ended, she attacked from an unexpected angle, which was exactly the strategy of avoiding the strong and attacking the weak in military tactics, and she really caught me off guard. However, the final victory still depends on strength. Overturning the jury's established opinion is not something that can be done casually. Tang Jiahui, we'll see. I secretly vowed in my heart that I would make this female lawyer who had never lost before stumble before me. (II) The jurors returned to the courtroom one after another. Tang Jiahui and the defendant sat side by side, but both had serious expressions and hardly spoke. I wondered what they were thinking. After everyone was seated, Tang Jiahui walked straight to the judge, carrying a briefcase. She placed it flat on the table, lifted the briefcase, and turned her back to everyone, allowing the judge to see inside alone. I noticed the judge's sudden look of surprise when he saw what was inside, and a bad feeling crept into my mind. What was Tang Jiahui up to? Had she made some new discovery? Tang Jiahui and the judge whispered to each other for a while, seemingly trying to get the judge's approval. Finally, the judge slowly nodded. Seeing this, I inwardly groaned. I had absolutely no idea what was in the briefcase. What could it be? Had Tang Jiahui discovered some new piece of evidence that I was unaware of? The only thing I was certain of was that it contained something detrimental to our side. My heart began to pound erratically. This mystery didn't last long. Tang Jiahui, holding the briefcase, turned around gracefully and loudly addressed our seats, "Ms. Chen, could I ask you to cooperate with me on an experiment?" "What experiment?" I quickly interrupted her. I knew any request she made couldn't be good. She held the briefcase flat with one hand and slowly opened it towards us. Seeing what was inside, I almost cried out in shock: neatly arranged inside were five flesh-colored penis models of varying lengths and thicknesses. "Look, here are five penis models of different sizes. I hope Ms. Chen can determine approximately the thickness and length of the penis of the man who raped her that day." My head buzzed, plunging into a chaotic mess. Good heavens, a young woman displaying such a contraption in public! Was this even acceptable? I could almost hear gasps of surprise coming from the jury. But I immediately realized this could only be a carefully designed trap. Regardless of how she wanted Ms. Chen to estimate the rapist's penis size, her aim was naturally to hope that Ms. Chen's estimate would be inaccurate compared to Zhao Taijiang's. Even if Ms. Chen's estimate was similar to Zhao Taijiang's, it wouldn't help the prosecution much. After all, there are countless men in the world with the same penis size. But if Ms. Chen's estimate was inaccurate, it would immediately shake the confidence the jurors had built up. And her suggestion to conduct such an experiment suggested that Zhao Taijiang's penis size might be somewhat unusual. I had to applaud my opponent's insidious trick. It was truly astonishing that such a young woman could come up with such a method. I had no choice but to do everything in my power to stop this "experiment." “Attorney Tang, what kind of experiment do you want my client to conduct?” “It’s simple. Ms. Chen will put these molds in her mouth one by one and compare their size to that man’s penis. This way, Ms. Chen can help us roughly determine the girth and length of that man’s penis.” “What? Your Honor, I strongly object to conducting such an extremely…inappropriate experiment in such a serious and sacred setting as the courtroom. This experiment is neither scientific nor fair, and conducting it in public is a blatant insult to women’s dignity. It is yet another psychological trauma to the victim in this case. Your Honor, the defense attorney bringing these…things to court is itself a desecration of the law and a contempt for the court. I request that the court disregard the defense attorney’s unreasonable request.” I emphasized my point, deliberately making it seem as if I found these things difficult to discuss. Sure enough, my righteous words made the judge hesitate. However, Tang Jiahui was not easily dealt with. She immediately retorted, "Your Honor, I disagree with the prosecution's view. These molds are made of soft plastic material based on the various sizes of ordinary people's sexual organs. How is it unscientific or unfair to use them to roughly estimate the actual size of a criminal's penis? As for other things, perhaps Attorney Ma has some ulterior motives? Otherwise, why would she bring up such serious accusations as blasphemy and contempt for the law?" She was indeed sharp-tongued. However, I still seized the opportunity to humiliate her a bit: "Attorney Tang, I suspect you have little experience. Don't you know that every man's penis varies in size, can expand and contract, and can reach a very large size? How can your measurements be accurate?" Sure enough, my words made her face change, and I seemed to hear laughter coming from the jury. Her face flushed slightly, and she said angrily to me, "Attorney Ma, please be serious. You know very well that we're talking about the size of the penis when fully erect. You can refuse to participate in this experiment if you want; I won't force you." Before I could say anything more, the judge waved his hand and said, "Stop arguing. It's up to the plaintiff, Ms. Chen, to decide whether to participate in the experiment." I had finally gained the upper hand and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Ms. Chen, standing next to me, blurted out, "I'm ready." I felt a surge of anger. The worst thing you can do in court is act on emotion. I could understand what the kind-hearted Ms. Chen was thinking, but to compromise with the other side without discussing it with me, even if it was a small compromise, was a huge miscalculation. Sigh, she's so naive. Her words put me in a dilemma. I glanced around the hall; from the expressions of the jurors, I knew clearly that these people just wanted to watch the show and, of course, hoped Ms. Chen would cooperate. If I insisted on preventing Ms. Chen from cooperating, it would definitely displease them. I quickly calculated that if the test results were truly unsatisfactory, I still had many excuses to try to eliminate and mitigate the negative consequences, though it would require more persuasion. But if the results were favorable to us, then Tang Jiahui would have shot herself in the foot. Having figured this out, I deliberately feigned dissatisfaction and said to Tang Jiahui, "So, Attorney Tang, how do you plan to let us know your client's true size after the test?" "You don't need to worry about that. I will present photos in court that everyone can accept." What I had intended to say to embarrass her was easily countered, leaving me feeling rather disappointed. She had clearly planned this all along, and I had a feeling I wouldn't gain any advantage over her in this round. However, I was genuinely curious about how this female lawyer would take such photos. Did she really have the man strip naked, stimulate his penis to its maximum, and then take photos on the spot? "Ms. Chen, for the sake of accurate measurement, do you agree to have your eyes covered?" "I... okay." Ms. Chen sat back down in the witness stand, her eyes blindfolded by Tang Jiahui. The entire hall fell silent, everyone's attention focused on the two women. I felt an uneasy tension mixed with a hint of excitement. Curiosity also began to take over; I was eager to see how Miss Chen would put these dildos in her mouth. Tang Jiahui picked up the smallest dildo and said to the blindfolded Miss Chen, "Miss Chen, these five molds, from smallest to largest, are number one, two, three, four, and five. Let's estimate the thickness of that man's penis first. If you think the thickness of the mold you're putting in your mouth is about the same as that man's, just tell me. Miss Chen, are you ready?" "I'm ready." As she spoke, Tang Jiahui had already grasped the base of the smallest dildo and was about to put it in her mouth.The tip of the penis was placed near Ms. Chen's open mouth, slowly inserted along her lower lip. Ms. Chen felt the penis enter her mouth and immediately took it in. In that instant, everyone's eyes were focused on her mouth—a pair of lipstick-painted lips holding an almost indistinguishable penis. This sudden, sensual scene was sure to make everyone's heart race. My own penis suddenly swelled up. The stimulating sight I witnessed made my whole body incredibly hot. I felt a pang of guilt, but I couldn't control my masculine instincts. I bit my lower lip tightly, trying my best to concentrate on Ms. Chen's movements. Ms. Chen only paused slightly before immediately spitting out the small penis. She shook her head, firmly denying its size. I knew few men had such a small penis; such a small mold was probably just for fooling people. Seeing that Ms. Chen hadn't been fooled, I breathed a sigh of relief. Tang Jiahui put the small dildo back, but instead of taking one after another in order, she skipped over and picked up the second thickest one. It seemed this female lawyer was not only incredibly bold but also extremely cunning. She didn't overlook even such small details. I felt once again that I had truly met a formidable opponent. I silently watched as Miss Chen opened her mouth wide and tightly took the head of the suddenly enlarged dildo into her mouth. This time, Miss Chen didn't immediately spit it out, seemingly desperately trying to recall and compare the size of the dildo that had raped her. Such a lewd image lingered in my mind for a long time. She finally spat it out but didn't make any statement. I waited anxiously for her reaction. But in the end, she didn't make any statement either, only asking Tang Jiahui to let her try another one. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing. Judging from Zhao Taijiang's physique, his dildo shouldn't be very thin; it might just be this one. The thickest one was also a bit too thick. Tang Jiahui's next choice was actually the thickest one, almost stretching Miss Chen's mouth to its maximum. But Miss Chen quickly spat it out and shook her head in rejection. Then Tang Jiahui chose the medium-thickness one and had Miss Chen slowly take it into her mouth. I watched wide-eyed as the penis entered her mouth and remained still. I knew she roughly sensed that this penis was close to the man's actual thickness, and I felt slightly relieved. It seemed her senses were correct. As long as her guess was roughly the same thickness as the real penis, she could be considered to have won this round. She maintained this stillness, and finally slowly spat it out. But she didn't make any statement. I really wanted to observe Tang Jiahui's expression now. Unfortunately, I couldn't see her face from where I was sitting. I believed she must be very nervous about this as well. I glanced at the jury, and saw everyone staring wide-eyed, watching this rare and sensual scene with utmost concentration. Two men were staring, their mouths agape. I turned my head away with a hint of disdain. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I vaguely saw the man sitting at the very edge of the last row seemingly moving his hand between his legs. I was utterly stunned. My God, in such a setting, to do this… My mind went blank; I could hardly believe my eyes. In over a decade as a lawyer, I had never witnessed such an unbelievable scene. I stared at him again for a while; he was undoubtedly watching the witness stand while simultaneously engaging in sexual activity through his pants. I shook my head helplessly. I regretted not being more careful when selecting jurors. However, these men all had respectable professions, and their demeanor and speech appeared upright; how could I have seen the filth and obscenity within them at that moment? I stopped being distracted and helplessly turned my head, nervously watching Ms. Chen's progress. Now, Ms. Chen had taken the second thinnest penis into her mouth. I could see that she hesitated slightly before resolutely spitting it out. She slowly shook her head. I breathed a sigh of relief. I believed she would guess one of the two medium-sized and medium-thick penises. Regardless of which one she guessed, the thickness should be roughly right. Miss Chen asked Tang Jiahui to let her try the medium-thick one she had just taken in her mouth again. Lipstick was still visible on the wet mold. This time, she not only slowly took it in, but also moved her head back and forth, as if trying to feel the thickness of the penis in her mouth. Her back-and-forth movement made it seem like she was actually giving a man oral sex. My lower body throbbed violently, my pants bulged high, and my whole body felt hot. Miss Chen spat out the penis again and asked Tang Jiahui to let her try the second mold she took in, the second thicker one. Sure enough, Miss Chen hesitated between the two penises for a while, took it in her mouth a couple more times, and finally settled on the medium-thick mold. I breathed a sigh of relief. From Tang Jiahui's expression, it was impossible to tell who benefited more from the result, but hopefully, this thickness wouldn't be too far off from Zhao Taijiang's actual size. “Miss Chen, now let’s estimate the length of that man’s penis. I’ll use the mold you just confirmed. It’s quite long; you just need to take it into your mouth as far as it was last inserted, and we can measure the approximate length. Would you prefer me to hold it, or would you like to control it yourself?” “I’ll hold it myself.” I suddenly remembered that when Tang Jiahui asked Miss Chen questions, she mentioned twice that Miss Chen’s nose touched that man’s body, and asked Miss Chen to confirm that she had taken the man’s entire penis into her mouth at that time. It seems that question was a foreshadowing of measuring the penis’s length now. In that case, Tang Jiahui is truly cunning; every step she took today was planned in advance. If I’m not careful, I might really lose this victory that was almost in my grasp. I perked up and turned my attention back to Miss Chen. This time, Miss Chen took the penis herself, tilted her head slightly, and began to slowly insert it into her mouth. The stimulating scene appeared before everyone’s eyes again. I kept suppressing the urge within me, my lower body aching from the strain in my pants. After taking only a small portion into her mouth, Miss Chen stopped, her flushed cheeks bulging as she tightly gripped the penis, seemingly reaching its limit. She spat it out. Good heavens. That's too short. I can't believe it's only that short. Miss Chen took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide again, taking it in quite a bit more this time. She grasped the base of the penis with her hand and began to move it in and out of her mouth, pushing it even deeper. Her thrusting motion resembled real oral sex, undoubtedly greatly increasing the stimulation of the scene. I couldn't bear the stimulation of this scene and had to turn my head away to try and distract myself. At this moment, I saw the rather shameless juror seeming to be moving his hand even harder between his legs. Miss Chen suddenly spat out the penis with a cry and coughed violently. Clearly, she had just tried to forcefully inhale the penis, attempting to take it to the deepest part of her mouth, resulting in nausea and vomiting. The lipstick mark of Miss Chen's lips was clearly imprinted on the penis. What unsettled me was that she only took it in to a depth of about seven or eight centimeters. It seemed that most men's penises were longer than that. Tang Jiahui looked at Ms. Chen and asked her in a feignedly gentle and considerate tone, "Ms. Chen, have you taken it in to the same depth as the other day? Would you like to try again?" "...Hmm. It seems like that's about it..." "Are you sure?" "...Not really sure. But..." "Why don't you try again?" I couldn't figure out what Tang Jiahui was planning by having Ms. Chen try again. I saw Ms. Chen take a few more breaths and then take the penis back into her mouth, then forcefully thrust it in with her hand. This time, the penis went even deeper into her mouth than before. I could see her throat trembling with each thrust, as if the penis couldn't go any further, reaching the bottom of her mouth. She tilted her head back high, whimpering a low sound during the final thrust. She could no longer hold on, abruptly pulling the penis from her mouth, bending over, and vomiting on the spot with a series of loud coughs. I rushed over, gently patting her back, staring coldly at Tang Jiahui. Tang Jiahui completely ignored my gaze, taking the penis from Ms. Chen's hand, carefully pinching the length Ms. Chen had taken into her mouth, and turning around to display it to the judge and jury. I tried to observe Tang Jiahui's expression, but couldn't discern any joy or sorrow from her. Seeing Ms. Chen's discomfort, the judge loudly announced that the court was now adjourned and the trial would continue in the afternoon. I then realized I had fallen behind again; I hadn't had a chance to find out the exact size of Zhao Taijiang's penis that morning. This meant I had lost the initiative and couldn't prepare the most suitable defense strategy before the afternoon's hearing. For the first time, I felt extremely frustrated. I had rarely encountered such a passive situation in my legal career. This Tang Jiahui seemed to have exceptional skills, managing to create chaos and confusion in a case that was destined to be lost. Now only Ms. Chen and I remained in the courtroom. With a heavy heart, I helped her back to her seat. Somewhat displeased, I reprimanded her, "Ms. Chen, how could you so unilaterally decide to accept their experiment without even asking me? Your impulsiveness is exactly what they're going to use! How many times did I repeatedly tell you before the trial that you must consult me before doing anything in court? Now, I finally gained the upper hand, but...""You give..." Seeing tears welling up in her eyes, I couldn't bear to continue. "Attorney Ma, I'm sorry... I thought..." "Sigh..." "Attorney Ma, are we going to lose this case? I..." "Ah, well, it's hard to say right now. It depends on what Attorney Tang does next. However, we are indeed in a bit of a passive position. Originally..." "It's all my fault. I... I really... can't bear to see that guy get away with it. Attorney Ma, please think of a way." Tears finally rolled down her cheeks. Looking at her pitiful expression, I suddenly realized that I couldn't control my emotions either. This was something I hadn't experienced in a long time since I started practicing law. Feeling sympathy for one's client can easily make one impulsive and irrational. This is an experience I've learned after several failures. But now I'm in this predicament again. Looking at Ms. Chen's beautiful face so closely, especially thinking about the image of her small lips holding a penis, I really couldn't control myself. "Ms. Chen, if I may be so bold as to ask, when you put that mold in your mouth just now, did it really reach the depth that man penetrated?" "I...I really...don't know...I..." "It's alright. Ms. Chen. Think about it again. I know this is difficult for you. But we must guard against Attorney Tang's possible attacks." "You know, it was incredibly uncomfortable to insert it, the feeling was exactly the same as last time. I...I really shouldn't have foolishly agreed to do this experiment." "Remember, if you are asked again, just say that you don't remember the size. Understand?" "Understood." Looking at her, I knew that there was no use in saying anything more. I could only comfort her, reassure her, and tell her that Tang Jiahui might not have any more tricks up her sleeve. I would be prepared to deal with all possible changes and block every move of the defendant's lawyer. But I knew that Tang Jiahui would not be easy to deal with. (III) In the afternoon, I arrived at the court early and pondered alone in my seat. I imagined all the possible sizes of Zhao Taijiang's penis and prepared a set of statements for each situation. As long as his size was not extremely large or small, I could find a way to justify Ms. Chen's experimental results. Could his size really be extremely large? I can't imagine that if that were the case, Tang Jiahui wouldn't show even a hint of excitement. I hope this extreme scenario doesn't happen. After all, something that big is quite rare, isn't it? However, I just roughly measured my own penis with a tape measure in the bathroom, and I found that its thickness when swollen is no less than that of the second thickest penis model. What surprised me most was that its length when erect reached 15 centimeters. If Zhao Taijiang's penis is also that big, this case will be really troublesome. Differences in penis thickness might be understandable. But Ms. Chen can only take in about 9 or 10 centimeters. Centimeters, at most 11 centimeters, the difference here is hard to explain. Of course, Zhao Taijiang's penis might not be that big. But I dare not be careless. If it really is that big, what should I do? Besides pointing out the difference between a mold and a real penis, I could also emphasize that Ms. Chen's memory under such extreme fear might be inaccurate. But these might not be effective. I fell into deep thought until Ms. Chen came to my side, which startled me from my thoughts. She was wearing a blue floral dress, the conservative style could not hide her charming youthful figure. For some reason, it seems like I just realized... I noticed her beauty. In previous encounters, I had treated her as just another client, without any particular feeling. Now, however, I felt the pressure of this case again from her delicate and poignant face. The judge promptly announced the start of the trial. First, the defendant's lawyer explained the results of the morning's tests. My nervousness surprised even myself. Tang Jiahui strode to the front of the table, took out the No. 3 and No. 4 penis models that Ms. Chen had identified that morning from her briefcase, and said to the jurors and judge: "Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen, the diameter of this No. 3 model is 16 millimeters, and the diameter of this No. 4 model is 20 millimeters. According to Ms. Chen's judgment, the thickness of this person's penis is close to that of the 16-millimeter model. Considering that Ms. Chen hesitated between these two models, we can fairly determine that the diameter of this person's penis should be between 16 and 20 millimeters, perhaps closer to 17 or 18 millimeters." "Tang Jiahui's reasoning was fairly sound. But the more she tried to appear fair, the more it suggested she had an even more compelling argument to come. She continued unhurriedly, 'Judging from the depth Ms. Chen took it in this morning, the length of that man's penis is approximately between 80 and 100 millimeters, and should not exceed 105 millimeters.' At this point, the lawyer paused slightly. I knew this pause was to draw everyone's attention and emphasize what she was about to say. I knew it was time to reveal the truth. My heart was pounding with nervousness. 'According to my measurements, the actual diameter of the defendant Mr. Zhao's penis when erect is 21 millimeters, while its total length reaches—148 millimeters, one millimeter thicker than this size four penis model, and almost the same length as the model itself.'" "Ah!" I exclaimed inwardly. Sure enough, the outcome I least wanted had occurred. This Zhao Taijiang guy really is that big. Although I had anticipated this situation, when it actually happened, my mind was still in turmoil. "Here are two photos of my client's penis. Your Honor, may I present them to everyone in court?" "This judge grants your permission to present them." "Of course I knew her pretentious act was meant to attract attention and make a strong impression on the jurors. Tang Jiahui produced two large photographs: one a profile shot of Zhao Taijiang naked from the waist down, his penis sticking out like a black banana; the other a close-up of his penis, alongside which was a ruler and a model of a thick penis, clearly showing its thickness and length. She passed the photographs around among the jurors, eventually reaching me. The photographs seemed irrefutable. When Miss Chen saw the weapon she believed to be the murder weapon in my hands, her face turned deathly pale. I knew this would be the most difficult case. It was time to fight back. I took a deep breath, calmed my chaotic emotions, and stood up to request to speak. With the judge's permission, I strode to the table not far from the jurors, cleared my throat, and began my prepared statement from the afternoon session: 'Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to ask you to imagine...'" When a girl, a young, inexperienced, pure, and innocent girl, on a lonely and helpless night, is blindfolded by a vicious thug and forced to humiliatingly take the most filthy, ugly, and shameful male genitalia—something every decent woman would be ashamed to face—into her mouth and is frantically thrust into, can she—can she—still rationally and accurately remember the precise thickness and length of such a murder weapon inserted into her mouth? Can she—can she? Please imagine it again. Months later, can a person still distinguish whether that penis was 16mm, 18mm, 20mm, or 21mm thick? Can she? Months later, can she still clearly state exactly where deep inside her mouth that murder weapon entered? Can she? Can she? "Using my most proficient oratory style, I rattled off a long string of strongly worded questions, forcefully implanting my views into the minds of the jurors, who were somewhat stunned by my questions. I continued, relentlessly staring at them, 'Yes. She didn't accurately estimate that the criminal's penis was actually 21 millimeters thick. Yes. She also didn't realize that the criminal's penis had penetrated more than 140 millimeters into her mouth. But are we to punish her for not accurately recalling the size of the criminal's weapon months later, to make her watch as the habitual offender who brutally raped her, violently deprived her of her most precious virginity, inhumanely ejaculated into her mouth, and repeatedly violated women continues to go unpunished and harm women? Can you bear to do that? Can you?'" "My coherent, complex, and forceful sentences clearly had a huge impact on the audience. Based on my experience, if we let them decide the defendant's guilt or innocence now, our chances of winning this case should be over 80-90%. But I know I was already on the defensive, and now I can only barely turn the tide; there's no room for optimism. Next, that charming and eloquent young female lawyer will brainwash these jurors, and I have to find ways to plug any possible loopholes to guard against her various attacks. I think you all know clearly, without me saying it, that these cold, lifeless molds are vastly different from a real, flesh-and-blood man's penis. The accuracy of this experiment itself is highly questionable, and the method of the experiment is a great humiliation and mental burden for Ms. Chen, rubbing salt into her already wounded heart. Still, Ms. Chen overcame enormous psychological pressure and cooperated very well with the defendant's unreasonable demands."An experiment. But can we really bear to sit here and watch her suffer another physical and emotional blow? Since all the evidence unequivocally proves that the defendant, Zhao Taijiang, is indeed the perpetrator who raped Ms. Chen, why should we get bogged down in such trivial details that prove nothing? Must we continue this absurd and ingenious experiment to further confirm Zhao Taijiang's guilt? Must we subject Ms. Chen to another act of penetration by this defendant to reaffirm his already undisputed criminal status? Ladies and gentlemen, I have finished speaking. My final request is that you use the most basic common sense to judge whether this defendant is guilty. Thank you. "I saw tears welling up in Ms. Chen's eyes; she was clearly moved by my emotional speech. Although I appeared very agitated when I spoke, I was actually very calm inside. This is an essential quality for a lawyer. However, seeing Ms. Chen's expression now, I was also somewhat moved myself. As I walked to my seat, I secretly observed Tang Jiahui's expression. Her expression remained as calm as I had anticipated; I wondered what unexpected tricks she had up her sleeve. Tang Jiahui not only stood up without hesitation, but to my surprise, she didn't seem to want to speak against me. Instead, she calmly and clearly said to the judge, 'Your Honor, please allow me to invite my witness, Ms. Su, to testify.'" "What? Witness Ms. Su? I was completely stunned. She's found another witness at this last minute? What kind of witness could she be? I knew I was once again in a terrible passive position. It was like a duel where I used all my strength for my final blow, only to find it was like hitting cotton; the enemy completely ignored it and even had the strength to launch an attack I hadn't anticipated. This sudden change in the situation shattered the confidence I had painstakingly built up. I knew that a witness appearing in court at this time would be extremely powerful. Alas, since this morning, I've been on the defensive at every turn, falling behind in every move. Am I just going to sit here and wait to die? Reluctantly, I stood up, making a final stand: 'Your Honor, I object to introducing new, unnecessary witnesses when the trial of this case is essentially over. Clearly, the defendant is simply and unreasonably delaying the entire trial, creating more obstacles for this case.' The judge glanced at me, then turned to Tang Jiahui, calmly saying, 'This judge agrees to the defendant's lawyer's request. Please, Ms. Su, come forward to testify.'" "I had anticipated the judge's bias towards Tang Jiahui, but I was still very disappointed. I forced myself to stay alert and silently watched as a flamboyantly dressed young woman was led to the witness stand. After all, I've been a lawyer for many years, and I've encountered unexpected witnesses more than once. The key in these situations is to concentrate and try to find loopholes in the witness's testimony, or even try to prove that the witness's credibility is unreliable. Judging from this woman's flamboyant attire, perhaps there's an opportunity. As I was thinking this, this Ms. Su had already sworn an oath, and Tang Jiahui began her questioning: 'Ms. Su, could you tell us your name and occupation?' 'Attorney Tang, don't you know everything? My name is Su Ling, stage name Qiuyan. You can just call me Qiuyan. My occupation is prostitute. If any of you want special services, you can come to me.'" "My phone..." What? A prostitute? I simply couldn't connect a prostitute with a case. Qiu Yan's opening remarks shocked almost everyone. Tang Jiahui interrupted Qiu Yan: "Thank you, Miss Qiu Yan. Could you tell us how long you've been a prostitute?" "Don't mention it. I've been doing this for at least three or four years. I'm very experienced, you know. Anyone who doesn't believe me can try it, I guarantee you'll be satisfied..." "Miss Qiu Yan, may I ask you some detailed questions about sex today?" "Sure. Lawyer Tang, you're so kind, I'll definitely teach you everything I know." Qiu Yan's unrestrained words unintentionally teased Tang Jiahui, who was also a woman, making me chuckle inwardly. Tang Jiahui's face seemed to turn red; it seemed she knew shame. "Then, Miss Qiu Yan, may I ask you, have you ever performed oral sex on a client?" "Ah, you mean blowjob? Of course! Don't all men like that?" "So, Miss Qiuyan, you often give oral sex to your clients?" "Yes, that's right. Let me tell you, when it comes to blowjobs, I'm one of the best in our district. If you really want to learn, I'll teach you a few tricks, guaranteed to make your man..." "Miss Qiuyan, do you remember the first time you gave someone oral sex?" "Ah, how could I not remember? That bastard. I was just starting out, I didn't know any techniques, and that bastard insisted I give him a blowjob. I refused, but he forced himself on me." "And then?" "And then? My mother had to get involved. There was no way around it. I get angry just thinking about that guy." "Could you..." "That guy was really big, he kept pushing it in. I don't know how many times I threw up." "Miss Qiuyan, I'd like you to judge, have you ever encountered a penis the size of this mold?" "Hearing this, I started to understand, vaguely guessing what direction Tang Jiahui was aiming for. Tang Jiahui took out the size four penis model and showed it to Qiu Yan. "Ah, it's this big. I've seen quite a few, but it's certainly not common." "So, Miss Qiu Yan, do you think you can take such a big penis all the way into your mouth?" "All the way? That... is impossible. This penis is thick and long, unless..." "Unless what?" "Unless it's Haihehua from our area. She's an unusual person, supposedly she can do deep throat. We don't usually need to take it all the way in. Let me tell you, the trick is actually very simple, just grab the bottom with both hands, that way you won't be penetrated too deeply." "So, Miss Qiu Yan, based on your experience, it's difficult for an untrained woman to take such a long penis all the way into her mouth at once?" "Of course. Even if you learn the technique of blowjob, it might not be possible. Many women probably can't take it all the way in their entire lives..." "What if a man forces you to forcefully insert it?" "That won't work either. Think about it, a person's mouth is only so big. No matter how hard he tries, he can't get it in. The first time, that bastard forced it in, didn't he? He hurt himself, but he could only get it halfway in." "According to what you just said, there are women who can take such a big penis all the way in. Is that right?" "Yes." "How can you do that?" "Ah, that's right. If you really want to take it all in, just learning the licking technique isn't enough. You also have to learn how to get that thing into your throat. That's called deep throat. But it's easier said than done. Of all the women I know, I've only heard of Haihehua being able to do that." "What if someone forcefully inserts it into you passively? Won't it get stuck in your throat?" "No, it won't. Everyone's throat and mouth have such a large angle. If you don't specifically coordinate the angle, no matter how hard he tries, it won't get into your throat. If you don't have much experience, it's hard to get the angle right right away. Even if you get the angle right, it's not easy." "Don't believe me? Try it yourself." "So, according to your judgment, it's impossible for a woman who has never had sexual experience to swallow such a long penis entirely during her first time performing oral sex?" "Wow, if she's really that good, wouldn't she be a born prostitute?" "Ms. Qiuyan, please answer my question directly: Is it possible for a woman who has never had sexual experience to swallow such a long penis entirely during her first time performing oral sex? Is it possible? Or impossible?" "Impossible." "Very good. Thank you, Ms. Qiuyan. My question is finished. Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen, you have all heard Ms. Qiuyan's testimony. Through her testimony, we know that the penis of the man who raped Ms. Chen obviously could not be as long and thick as this size four model; otherwise, we cannot explain why Ms. Chen could swallow the entire penis so that her nose touched the man's body. Therefore, we can be certain that the defendant, Mr. Zhao, is clearly not the man who raped Ms. Chen." Furthermore, we can conclude that the penis of the man w

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