[Rebirth of a Mysterious Love: The Lewd Dragon Emerges from Its Lair] (Thirteen)

Thirteen Imprisonments, 19 Hours
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Qiao Wanrong's buttocks weren't as full as Xia Zhuyi's, but they felt very elastic and smooth to the touch. When Fang
Yulong grabbed Qiao Wanrong's waist and hips and forcefully thrust his penis deep into her vagina, a familiar,
bone-chilling coolness traveled from the depths of Qiao Wanrong's honeypot to Fang Yulong's brain, filling him with joy
and surprise. Qiao Wanrong's honeypot, just like Xia Zhuyi's, gave him that same sensation of both ice and fire.
Having made love to Xia Zhuyi many times, Fang Yulong was very fond of this feeling. He pulled his penis out and then slowly inserted it into Qiao Wanrong
's honeypot, savoring the wonderful feeling of his penis being gradually swallowed by Qiao Wanrong's vagina. Fang Yulong
knew he had encountered another exceptional woman who could drive a man crazy.
Qiao Wanrong's vagina became increasingly slippery, and Fang Yulong's thrusting speed increased. In the throes of passion,
Fang Yulong wrapped one arm around Qiao Wanrong's slender waist and straightened his body. Due to the height difference, Qiao Wanrong
's feet were off the ground, her head pressed down by her husband, supported only by Fang Yulong's hand and her own two hands
. Qiao Wanrong had lost control of her body;
it swayed back and forth with Fang Yulong's thrusts, her husband's penis shoved into her mouth, making her stomach churn.
Qiao Wanrong had never suffered such humiliation, especially with her husband's hands pressing down on her head, making it
hard for her to breathe. "Yes!" Her husband's voice echoed in Qiao Wanrong's mind. Faced with Fang Yulong's question, her husband
answered without hesitation. Was this her husband's true desire at that moment? Did he want to see his wife
being penetrated by another man in front of him? Qiao Wanrong wanted to bite off her husband's penis, but it was
useless. Perhaps Fang Yulong wanted her to do this as revenge for her husband's affair with his mother.
Xie Ming'an watched Fang Yulong's arm around his wife's slender waist, his large penis disappearing between her buttocks with each thrust.
His wife's body swayed with each stroke, even her teeth rattled. Her hard
teeth scraped against his penis, causing him both excitement and pain. This wasn't oral sex; it
was clearly an attempt to make his wife bite off his penis. Perhaps Fang Yulong had given him the pills to force her to
perform oral sex on him like this. Would she lose control and bite his penis off when she reached orgasm?
Xie Ming'an's gaze shifted to Fang Yulong's face, finding him looking at him with a mocking gaze. Xie Ming'an
suddenly remembered his date with Xia Zhuyi last week, when Xia Zhuyi was called away by Fang Yulong at the crucial moment.
Fang Yulong must have discovered his affair with his mother then, and he still thought he could conquer Xia
Zhuyi with two pills—what a pipe dream! Where was Xia Zhuyi? Did she only find out today that their affair had been discovered,
or did she find out afterward and deliberately trick him into coming today? If so, Fang Yulong would have already set his sights
on his wife.
Fang Yulong lifted Qiao Wanrong's body higher and higher, her shirt slipping down to her head, revealing the straps of her bra. Qiao Wanrong
's back was smooth and delicate, the bra straps ruining its beauty. "Unbutton her bra," Fang Yulong
ordered Xie Ming'an, pointing at Qiao Wanrong's bra clasp with his whip. Xie Ming'an did as Fang Yulong said. When
Xie Ming'an released Qiao Wanrong's head, she felt much more relaxed, but she didn't spit out her husband's
penis. She knew that even if she did, Fang Yulong would force her to suck it
again. Rather than suffer another verbal humiliation, she preferred to keep it in her mouth. More importantly, at this moment,
Qiao Wanrong's head was lower than her waist, her whole head was dizzy, making it difficult for her to lift her head.
Each thrust from the man behind her sent shivers down Qiao Wanrong's spine, her body trembling with each stroke.
Qiao Wanrong had seen and even sucked Fang Yulong's penis, knowing its thickness and length. Was it because
Fang Yulong's penis penetrated so deeply, reaching places her brother-in-law and husband had never entered before, that she felt
this tingling sensation? In her hazy state, Qiao Wanrong
's mind was filled with Fang Yulong's large penis. After the initial tearing pain, each thrust excited her. How could this be? She should
hate the man behind her; why was her vagina massaging her with his penis?
Xie Ming'an's hands pressed down on Qiao Wanrong's head again, forcing her to endure the suffocating pleasure,
unable to even scream. Xie Ming'an stared blankly at his wife's pert buttocks and Fang Yulong's enormous penis pressed between her thighs
. Xie Ming'an didn't know how long Fang Yulong had been inside his wife; the only
feeling was that it was very long. When they first got married, Xie Ming'an could also last this long with his wife, but later,
without medication, he was lucky to last three minutes. Xie Ming'an certainly didn't think this was
a result of declining sexual ability; he attributed it to aesthetic fatigue with his wife. Today, his wife's appearance aroused
desires he hadn't felt in years, but he could only enjoy the special oral sex she gave him, which
wasn't as pleasurable as masturbation.
If it weren't for the experience of multiple sexual encounters with Xia Zhuyi, Fang Yulong might have
finished quickly like a novice under Qiao Wanrong's intense pleasure and arousal, but now Fang Yulong was getting more and more excited. He placed the whip on Qiao
Wanrong's back, hooked his hands around her thighs, and lifted them up, assuming a doggy-style position. Qiao
Wanrong clearly felt her legs being spread and lifted by the man, and his glans penetrating deeper. Qiao Wanrong
wanted to scream, her tense body trembling uncontrollably, her hands too weak to support her, her entire face pressed against her husband Xie Ming'an's
legs, swallowing his entire penis into her mouth.
This time, Xie Ming'an finally experienced some of the pleasure of oral sex, his glans rubbing against his wife's throat.
Qiao Wanrong wanted to vomit but couldn't, saliva constantly flowing, wetting Xie Ming'an's pubic hair, even running down
his thighs onto the sofa. Xie Ming'an, however, kept staring at the point where Fang Yulong and his wife's genitals were joined.
His wife's thighs were spread apart by Fang Yulong, her entire white body below her shoulders flushed red,
with several red marks on her back and buttocks—marks left by a whip. Compared to the bloodstains on his body, these...
The red marks were insignificant; a beautiful wife usually makes a man show some mercy.
This was the first time Xie Ming'an had seen his wife like this. His usually aloof wife was now nothing more than a human toy. Looking at his wife's naked
body, Xie Ming'an thought of a skinned frog, especially when Fang Yulong spread her legs;
she looked no different.
Fang Yulong's glans repeatedly pounded against Qiao Wanrong's sensitive clitoris. The usually elegant and aloof beauty
had become a sex slave-like nymphomaniac. The copious amounts of vaginal fluid secreted by her were drawn out by Fang Yulong's penis, pooling
on her mons pubis, wetting her pubic hair, and dripping down. The saliva flowing from her mouth left Xie Ming'an sitting in a sea of saliva
. In other circumstances, a woman drooling like this would have disgusted Xie Ming'an, but
at this moment, he only felt excitement.
Fang Yulong's shirt was soaked with sweat. In his final moments, he hugged Qiao Wanrong's legs tightly, his hips
pressed firmly against her vulva, his entire penis
thrusting deep inside her. The ejaculate sprayed all over the depths of her clitoris. Qiao Wanrong was already motionless, her face pressed against Xie Ming'an's legs, completely still.
If it weren't for her still trembling body, Xie Ming'an would have thought his wife had been raped to death by Fang Yulong.
Watching Fang Yulong pull up his pants, while his almost naked wife lay between his legs like a corpse, Xie Ming'an
felt like crying. More than an hour had passed since he took the medication, and Xie Ming'an felt like his penis was about
to burst, yet he couldn't ejaculate. *
Slap slap!* Fang Yulong's whip struck Qiao Wanrong's buttocks, leaving two red welts on her delicate cheeks.
The pain brought Qiao Wanrong back to her senses. Seeing herself sprawled between her husband's legs, his penis still in her mouth, a
wave of nausea washed over her, and she immediately spat it out. "Sit on the sofa." Fang Yulong's whip fell
on Qiao Wanrong's back again, this time without much force. However, Qiao Wanrong, with her naturally heightened pain receptors, still
felt a burning sensation on her back. She stood up from between her husband's legs and turned to sit on the sofa. Seeing that Fang Yulong
had already pulled up his pants, the scene from before flashed through Qiao Wanrong's mind again. What had just happened?
Why couldn't she remember the last few moments? Qiao Wanrong tried hard to recall the last moments of being raped by Fang Yulong,
but she couldn't remember anything, as if she had experienced a memory vacuum. The only two things she was certain of were
that she had experienced an unprecedented orgasm and that Fang Yulong had ejaculated inside her.
Fang Yulong had finished his pleasure, but his perverse sense of humor wasn't over. "Go lick your slutty wife's cunt!"
Just as Xie Ming'an was gently stroking his penis, trying to enhance his pleasure, Fang Yulong
lashed him with his whip again. This order surprised and humiliated both Xie Ming'an and Qiao Wanrong. Xie
Ming'an had licked women before, but that was before penetration. Now, Fang Yulong was ordering him to lick his wife's cunt, which was
unacceptable, especially knowing that Fang Yulong had just ejaculated inside her. "Hurry!" Fang Yulong showed no
mercy to Xie Ming'an, and with another lash, Xie Ming'an immediately sprawled between his wife Qiao Wanrong's thighs.
Seeing her spineless husband between her thighs, Qiao Wanrong helplessly closed her eyes. After her orgasm, her body was
limp and she didn't want to move, letting her husband spread her legs. Qiao Wanrong was a very conservative woman when it came to sex
. Her affair with her brother-in-law, acting as his female knight, was already considered incredibly open-minded by her. She
rarely even used the doggy style, and never even mentioned oral sex. Unexpectedly, today she had given oral sex to two men,
including her husband, and her vagina still contained another man's semen. Just thinking about it made Qiao Wanrong
want to vomit. Her husband had the courage to do something so disgusting; she didn't know whether to
call him brave or cowardly.
His wife's vagina emitted a strong, fishy smell, a scent Xie Ming'an was familiar with from intense intercourse.
Xie Ming'an was also disgusted, but between Fang Yulong's vicious whip and his wife's fishy-smelling vagina, he
chose his wife's vagina. Suppressing the urge to vomit, Xie Ming'an stuck out his tongue and licked his wife's clitoris.
Xie Ming'an knew his wife's vagina was tight. Since she hadn't stood for long, the semen he had just ejaculated was likely still trapped
deep inside her vagina and wouldn't flow out until it liquefied. Therefore, he was careful, trying not to
touch her labia. His only worry was that his licking would cause his wife to climax again, and the resulting vaginal fluid would
carry away Fang Yulong's semen.
"Looks like you're not paying attention. Your wife doesn't seem to be enjoying herself at all; she's not even making a sound." Fang Yulong
whipped Xie Ming'an again, making his whole body tremble. Qiao Wanrong was incredibly embarrassed by Fang Yulong's words.
What to do? To end this awkward situation, she had to make some lewd noises. Ming'an
was already covered in bruises; he shouldn't be whipped anymore.
Ah! Ah! Qiao Wanrong managed to let out a few soft moans. Sure enough, Fang Yulong told her husband to stop
, but soon, Qiao Wanrong was overwhelmed with shame by Fang Yulong's command
. Fang Yulong actually told her husband to fuck her in front of him. Xie Ming'an was ecstatic at this command; his penis was about to explode, desperately needing his wife's
cool little hole to cool him down. Xie Ming'an stood up, like a bachelor who hadn't tasted meat in years, and grabbed his wife
's thighs, thrusting his painfully hard penis into Qiao Wanrong's honeypot. Having just been penetrated by Fang Yulong's large penis
, Qiao Wanrong felt no particular pleasure from her husband's penetration, only humiliation and helplessness.
Perhaps it was psychological, but Xie Ming'an felt that his wife's vagina was much looser than before, slippery inside
, and soon his penis was covered in a fine white foam. Xie Ming'an knew that this was
a special lubricant produced by the friction of Fang Yulong's semen inside his wife's vagina.
"How does it feel? Is it more comfortable when I fuck you or when your husband fucks you?" Fang Yulong sat beside Qiao Wanrong
, watching Xie Ming'an fuck his wife with great interest. One of his large hands was still pressing on Qiao Wanrong's breasts,
her bra hanging loosely beneath her firm breasts.
"You're making me feel good," Qiao Wanrong said, closing her eyes in shame. Although she had experienced
the pleasure that Fang Yulong's large penis brought her—a pleasure that neither her brother-in-law nor her husband had ever given her—it was too embarrassing to say it out loud.
This was yet another humiliation for her, but she had to answer this way, otherwise who knew how Fang Yulong would torture her
and her husband.
"What did I do to you that made you feel good?" Fang Yulong wasn't satisfied with Qiao Wanrong's answer, and
his hand, which had been kneading her breasts, squeezed her flesh hard. Qiao Wanrong closed her eyes and said in an almost collapsing voice, "Your fucking
my cunt made me feel good."
Xie Ming'an didn't pay attention to his wife's conversation with Fang Yulong; he was numb to this kind of humiliation. He, as her
husband, was merely a fig leaf for his wife and Zhang Weijun. His wife's rape by Fang Yulong didn't make him particularly angry
; he even felt a bit of pleasure. While his wife was talking to Fang Yulong, Xie Ming'an stared intently at his wife's
swollen labia, which Fang Yulong had been fucking, watching his own penis thrust in and out between her red, swollen labia, and he even
felt a strange sense of vengeful pleasure. A few minutes later, Xie Ming'an, who had been holding back for over an hour, finally felt the urge to ejaculate, but
just then, Fang Yulong told him to stop.
Xie Ming'an sat on the sofa, and Fang Yulong made Qiao Wanrong perform oral sex on him again. Qiao Wanrong was dumbfounded.
She thought that after her husband thrust and ejaculated on her, Fang Yulong's humiliation of her and her husband would end. She didn't expect
that Fang Yulong would make her perform oral sex on him. Just now, her husband's penis was clean, but now it was covered with
her vaginal fluid and Fang Yulong's semen. It was disgusting to suck on such a penis.
"Please, don't..." Before Qiao Wanrong could finish speaking, Fang Yulong lifted her up, grabbed
her hair, and pressed her against Xie Ming'an. A fishy, pungent smell hit Qiao Wanrong's nose. Qiao Wanrong tightly closed
her red lips, not letting her husband's filthy penis enter her mouth. Slap! Slap! Fang Yulong's large hand slapped Qiao Wanrong
's buttocks. After a few slaps, Qiao Wanrong couldn't help but cry out, and Xie Ming'an's penis smoothly entered his wife
's mouth.
Qiao Wanrong lay limply between her husband's legs, his penis making her gag again, while he used both hands
to hold her head and manipulate his penis. Xie Ming'an was on the verge of climaxing, ignoring the woman beneath him who was usually his domineering
wife. At this moment, all he wanted was release; Xie Ming'an had never imagined he would ejaculate in his wife's
sexy little mouth.
Xie Ming'an held his wife's head motionless for a moment, then relaxed completely, releasing his
grip on her head. Qiao Wanrong immediately got up and ran to the bathroom, vomiting repeatedly over the toilet, finally
collapsing weakly on the edge and crying. At that moment, she hated Fang Yulong, hated her husband Xie Ming'an, and even hated
her brother-in-law Zhang Weijun.
"You can leave now." Fang Yulong lashed Xie Ming'an, who was sitting on the sofa, with a whip. Xie Ming'an immediately
got up and went to the bathroom. His clothes were on the sink outside the bathroom; as he dressed, he could see
his wife sitting on the toilet crying. "Wanrong, let's go," Xie Ming'an called softly.
"You go, she stays."
"Why?" Xie Ming'an, dressed, asked Fang Yulong.
"The house is such a mess, shouldn't we clean it up? Do you want to stay and clean it?" Fang Yulong raised
his whip again. Xie Ming'an looked at the whip in horror and shook his head, ignoring his wife and hurriedly leaving. For
him, leaving this place of trouble as soon as possible was a blessing.
"Splash..." Qiao Wanrong flushed away her vomit and turned to Fang Yulong, asking, "What else do you
want to do?" She had heard Fang Yulong's conversation with her husband but didn't believe that Fang Yulong wanted her to stay and
clean the house.
"What do you think? Do you think that little game you played earlier can make up for the mistakes your husband made?"
Fang Yulong grabbed Qiao Wanrong's chin and stared into her eyes. Qiao Wanrong didn't want to meet Fang Yulong's gaze, nor
did she know what to say to him. She simply turned her head away, freeing herself from his hand that was gripping her chin.
"Come out. You're a smart woman; you should understand that it's best not to anger me right now." Fang Yulong walked towards the living
room, with Qiao Wanrong following behind. In the hallway leading to the living room, Fang Yulong suddenly stopped and turned to look at
Qiao Wanrong, whose legs were bare. Qiao Wanrong was wearing a shirt, her bra sagging, seemingly off but not quite, her firm breasts
half-naked, exuding a lewd allure.
"Take off your clothes." Qiao Wanrong looked at Fang Yulong, wondering about his intentions, and finally bit
her lip, removing her shirt and bra. Since she'd already been fucked by the man in front of her, it was just a matter of
doing it again. Completely naked, Qiao Wanrong stood on the cold, hard floor tiles, letting Fang Yulong's burning gaze sweep over her
entire body.
"Take off your socks and let your hair down." Qiao Wanrong was wearing flesh-colored stockings, which created a
noticeable band above her ankles, affecting the overall aesthetics of her body. After taking off the stockings and letting her hair down, Qiao Wanrong
looked much more graceful. "Fang Yulong, what else do you want?" Qiao Wanrong couldn't stand Fang Yulong
's silence and his staring at her body.
"Your body is beautiful. Come here and help me take off my clothes." Fang Yulong's gaze returned to Qiao Wanrong's face,
and they met eyes. Qiao Wanrong reluctantly walked to Fang Yulong's side and pulled up his undershirt. The shirt
wasn't completely dry; one could imagine how much sweat he had produced while being fucked in that position. Thinking about how she
had been fucked to the point of fainting in that strange position, Qiao Wanrong's face, which had calmed down after her husband left, burned like fire again.
Qiao Wanrong lowered her head slightly, her eyes fixed on Fang Yulong's naked upper body. The man's well-defined muscles
amazed her; not as exaggerated as a bodybuilder's, but more aesthetically pleasing. "Take off your pants too."
Although Fang Yulong no longer had a whip, Qiao Wanrong obeyed his command, gently pulling down
his pants, this time including his underwear. Seeing Fang Yulong's
penis again, Qiao Wanrong felt less awkward with her husband present, but Fang Yulong's throbbing member made her somewhat panicked. Fang
Yulong took off his shoes, standing barefoot on the tiles like Qiao Wanrong.
"Hold me." Qiao Wanrong looked at Fang Yulong in astonishment, and after a moment, their naked bodies pressed tightly
together. "Your body is beautiful." Fang Yulong stroked Qiao Wanrong's back with both hands, as if caressing a fine
work of art.
What's this guy up to? Is he obsessed with my body? Qiao Wanrong remained silent; she did not speak to Dao Fang.
Was Yu Long praising her body or referring to their sexual encounter? His hands remained motionless, clinging to the man's back.
Fang Yu Long, however, used his strong arms to embrace Qiao Wanrong's delicate body, pressing and rubbing his chest against her breasts,
making Qiao Wanrong involuntarily recall the man's rough penetration beside her; her vagina still burned.
Just as Qiao Wanrong was confused, Fang Yu Long suddenly picked her up and carried her into another bathroom with a bathtub
. Looking at her naked body in the mirror, Qiao Wanrong felt both embarrassed and bewildered. She wasn't the man beside her
wife, nor his mistress, not even a one-night stand, yet she was left naked,
at the mercy of the man beside her, like an inflatable doll with no autonomy.
"I know your mouth feels uncomfortable, rinse it first." Under Fang Yu Long's gaze, Qiao Wanrong rinsed
her mouth with water, relieving the discomfort from vomiting. Afterwards, Fang Yu Long filled the bathtub with water and had
Qiao Wanrong bathe and scrub his back. "Come sit in too," Fang Yulong said, sitting in the bathtub and making room
for Qiao Wanrong behind him. Although it was a single bathtub, it was quite spacious, and the two of them weren't cramped. Qiao
Wanrong sat behind him, scrubbing his back. Perhaps their relationship had eased somewhat, as Qiao Wanrong asked Fang Yulong when he
would let her go home. Fang Yulong grabbed Qiao Wanrong's hand and guided it to his penis, saying, "Let's
talk about that after you've softened it up."
After the bath, Qiao Wanrong used a large towel to dry Fang Yulong's body. She had done this with Zhang Weijun before, but Qiao Wanrong
had never run naked in the house with a man before. The evaporation of the water after the bath made their bodies feel cool. Qiao Wanrong
followed Fang Yulong naked, and the two returned to the living room. Qiao Wanrong thought Fang Yulong would sit with her
on the sofa and then do it again there, but Fang Yulong led her to the large balcony. Fang Yulong pulled back
the curtains of the small west-facing window, and the sunlight shone directly on their naked bodies. Qiao Wanrong was terrified by Fang Yulong's sudden action
and immediately hid behind him. She quickly realized it was a false alarm. There
were no tall buildings outside the small west-facing window; no one could see her and Fang Yulong's naked bodies.
Fang Yulong pulled the yoga mat into the sunlight and lay down on it, looking up at Qiao Wanrong's body.
Qiao Wanrong's face flushed red because Fang Yulong, lying on the ground, could see her vulva with his eyes open. Qiao Wanrong wanted
to stomp on Fang Yulong's face. Unfortunately, this was just her fantasy. Fang Yulong's face still
wore an evil smile, his penis still standing erect like a flagpole between his legs, the large glans engorged and purplish
-red, practically a giant mushroom.
Perhaps because it was just the two of them in the room now, Qiao Wanrong was more relaxed than before and
sat down next to Fang Yulong. "What were you thinking when you were looking at me like that? Were you looking down at me, trying to crush me into a pulp?"
Fang Yulong put his hands behind his head and looked at Qiao Wanrong sitting next to him. Qiao Wanrong, realizing Fang Yulong had seen through her thoughts,
immediately shook her head in denial. Admitting it would definitely bring punishment from the man, and she couldn't imagine
what shameful way he would punish her.
"So what were you thinking when you were looking at me like that?"
"Oh… I was thinking you're really strong, very muscular." "
Really? Is my penis big?"
"Big…"
"Bigger than my husband's or your brother-in-law's?"
"Bigger than both of them."
"Did I fuck you well just now?"
"Yes…"
"Want to do it again?"
"Yes…" Qiao Wanrong felt incredibly cheap. Why did she have to talk to Fang Yulong like that, especially about his body
, as if she desperately wanted to be fucked? Now that the words were out, it was time for the real thing.
Qiao Wanrong sighed inwardly. She was going to be fucked anyway, so she might as well try to please him and
get her back sooner.
"What are you waiting for? Sit on top of me," Fang Yulong said, propping himself up on the cushion with his elbows and
watching Qiao Wanrong sit on him. Qiao Wanrong's face flushed crimson, making it seem as if she was about to rape Fang Yulong, not the other way around
. Qiao Wanrong gripped Fang Yulong's large penis with one hand and supported herself on his leg with the other, lowering
her hips to align with his glans. Her open vagina slowly swallowed the man's enormous glans. Qiao Wanrong closed
her eyes, feeling the size of the man's glans with her body. Feeling that her vagina was slippery enough, she slowly
sat down. She was familiar with the female knight position; she and Zhang Weijun often used this position. Qiao Wanrong's
breasts were a size smaller than Xia Zhuyi's, but still quite full. Unlike Xia Zhuyi's full and rounded breasts, Qiao Wanrong
's breasts were pointed and pointed, with firm nipples. This shape of breast is more prone to sagging, but Qiao Wanrong's breasts
didn't, and even sitting on Fang Yulong, there was no obvious sign of sagging.
Watching his penis completely swallowed by Qiao Wanrong's vagina, Fang Yulong lay back on the mat with his hands behind his head.
"Did you sleep with Zhang Weijun first or your husband first?"
"Are you trying to trick me?" Qiao Wanrong slowly twisted her body, glancing at Fang
Yulong lying on the bed. Although Fang Yulong had tricked her here and forced himself on her, Qiao Wanrong hadn't become stupid.
"No, just chatting. You don't moan, I'm bored."
"Who…" Qiao Wanrong almost blurted out. *How could I not moan? I just don't want
you to hear it.* Qiao Wanrong twisted her body, the man's thick penis making her feel weak and numb. Qiao Wanrong had countless
sexual fantasies, even imagining her brother-in-law and husband having sex with her together. But she never imagined she would
willingly have sex with a man who had coerced and raped her, a man who could fill her vagina completely
, a feeling more pleasurable than her brother-in-law and husband combined. "His penis is so long, will it reach my uterus
? Will he ejaculate inside me and get me pregnant?" Knowing it was impossible, Qiao Wanrong
couldn't help but wonder.
Her sexual experience was based on her encounters with Zhang Weijun and Xie Ming'an; she assumed Fang Yulong
would be the same, completely forgetting that she had just been rendered unconscious by him. Only when she was exhausted from writhing on Fang Yulong
did she realize he was far more powerful than she had imagined.
Fang Yulong was captivated by Qiao Wanrong's honeypot, but this time his goal was to ejaculate into her mouth. When Qiao
Wanrong was exhausted from twisting, Fang Yulong rolled over and pinned her beneath him, his rapid, frenzied thrusts causing her
to moan uncontrollably. Even Qiao Wanrong was startled by her own cries, biting her lip to
stifle them, but to no avail. When Fang Yulong attacked again, she cried out once more,
collapsing onto the mat.
Just as Fang Yulong was about to ejaculate, he withdrew his penis from Qiao Wanrong's honeypot, one hand supporting her
neck, the other gripping her chin, and shoved his penis into her sexy little mouth. Qiao Wanrong was in a daze from being fucked by the man
when suddenly something was inserted into her mouth. Instinctively, she tried to push it out with her tongue. Her soft yet
firm tongue traced the man's glans, stimulating his last nerve, and gushing semen into Qiao Wanrong
's mouth.
Qiao Wanrong finally understood what had happened; Fang Yulong hadn't ejaculated inside her vagina, but had instead
ejaculated into her mouth. What disgusted Qiao Wanrong even more was that Fang Yulong was still gripping her neck and chin,
his penis still pressed against her mouth. She couldn't vomit; the semen could only flow down her throat and into her stomach
.
This bastard! He actually made me swallow his semen! It's disgusting! Fang Yulong
pulled his penis out of Qiao Wanrong's mouth and slowly released her neck. Qiao Wanrong glared at Fang Yulong with anger, yet
was helpless. Fang Yulong, however, said with a wicked smile, "You might not be used to it the first time, but you'll
get used to it." Qiao Wanrong felt a chill run down her spine. What did this guy mean? Did he intend to harass
her for a long time?
"Fang Yulong, now you can let me go, right?" Qiao Wanrong stood up from the mat, the sunlight shining on her, making her
look like a holy fairy. Fang Yulong stood opposite her, looking at Qiao Wanrong in the sunlight, and said, "When did I
say you could leave?"
"In the bathtub, did you, a grown man, intend to go back on your word?" Qiao Wanrong felt she
had been deceived again. She had willingly had intercourse with Fang Yulong on the mat so that she could go home sooner.
"I only said we'd talk about this after we've done it, not that I told you to go back. Don't waste any more time,
take a shower and go out for dinner."
"What do you want from me to go back? If you want money, name your price. I believe you don't lack women.
I've already been fucked by you twice, what more do you want?"
"I'll let you go back when I think you've atoneed for your husband and Zhang Weijun's sins."
"I really don't know anything about their affairs. Is it meaningful for you to bully a weak woman like me like this?"
"Your skin is very nice. It wouldn't look good if it became like your husband's."
"You...you're a scoundrel." Qiao Wanrong knew what Fang Yulong meant. If she didn't obey, he
would whip her. Qiao Wanrong knew he wasn't joking; he would hit her.
This time, the two went to the old bathroom to shower. After coming out, Fang Yulong led Qiao Wanrong into a small room.
The room was sparsely furnished; there wasn't even a bed. A strange shelf sat on the bed frame, and a computer sat on the bedside table
. Qiao Wanrong was surprised to find that the computer screen showed the living room. "You...you
filmed everything just now?"
"I originally wanted to monitor your husband, but I didn't expect to film you too." Fang Yulong took out a
set of clean clothes from his bag and gave them to Qiao Wanrong, asking her to put them on. Qiao Wanrong felt very aggrieved. Fang Yulong was treating her like
a concubine from ancient times, not only expecting her to sleep with him but also to serve him by bathing and dressing him. Qiao Wanrong took a white striped printed
shirt and helped Fang Yulong put it on. Her hands inevitably touched the man's strong body again, making her
extremely uncomfortable. While buttoning Fang Yulong's shirt, she said, "Can...can you delete all the photos
?"
"Why should I delete them? Isn't it good to keep them as a memento?"
"Please, please delete them. I...I can grant you other requests."
"What are you afraid of? You're not a corrupt official, afraid I'll send them to the disciplinary committee? Don't worry, the conversation in the middle
poses no threat to your brother-in-law, the provincial governor, and I won't show it to anyone else. At most, it'll be just the two of us
enjoying it when we have nothing else to do."
Qiao Wanrong suddenly understood what Fang Yulong meant when he said "you'll get used to it." He had planned
everything all along. "You...you're so despicable...ah..." Before Qiao Wanrong could finish speaking, Fang Yulong pressed her down
, forcing her to kneel on the ground, directly in front of the man's crotch. "Your brother-in-law, the provincial governor, even had your husband secretly film my mother
. I was just giving him a taste of his own medicine. Despicable?
Are your brother-in-law and your husband despicable?" Qiao Wanrong's chin was grabbed by Fang Yulong, and the two stared at each other. Qiao Wanrong suddenly felt a strange
palpitation. Although the man in front of her was young, he was far more decisive and straightforward than she had thought.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Fang Yulong asked, sitting on the bed and looking at Qiao Wanrong kneeling on the floor. Qiao Wanrong
didn't know what to say for a moment. Should she admit to Fang Yulong that her brother-in-law and husband were despicable? "If you don't want to answer, then just
kneel there. When you realize you've said something wrong, you can use your little mouth to redeem yourself." Fang Yulong pressed Qiao Wanrong
's head down to his crotch, touched her lips with his hand, and then released her.
Qiao Wanrong knelt naked on the floor, facing Fang Yulong, who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt but with his buttocks bare.
What made Qiao Wanrong feel even more aggrieved was that Fang Yulong's penis was half-erect, pointing directly at her. Qiao Wanrong knew this was Fang Yulong's
punishment for her earlier despicable words. "Aren't you despicable? Knowing you can't deal with Zhang Weijun, you take it out on me.
What else is that but despicable?" But she dared not say those words again, staring blankly at the man's penis.
What should she do? The grievances she had suffered this afternoon were more than all the grievances she had suffered in her entire life, and they were even
more unbearable for her to accept, yet she had no choice but to accept them, just as she now wished she could bite Fang Yulong's penis
but could only watch helplessly. What should she do? Should she kneel there without dignity and confront Fang Yulong, or should she admit
that her brother-in-law and husband were more despicable than Fang Yulong and take the initiative to suck Fang Yulong's penis to admit her mistakes? Qiao Wanrong was conflicted;
this was more agonizing than making an investment decision with equal risk and reward.
A pleasant cell phone ringtone came from the living room. Qiao Wanrong trembled slightly when she heard someone calling her.
She wanted to get up to answer the phone, but seeing Fang Yulong's gloomy face, Qiao Wanrong didn't move. Both remained silent, one
sitting, the other kneeling. "I was wrong," Qiao Wanrong finally admitted defeat. Fang Yulong, dressed, sat on the bed
, while she knelt naked on the floor. The longer the silence lasted, the more humiliating it felt to her. Fang Yulong seemed
not to hear Qiao Wanrong, only coldly staring at her, making her avoid his gaze. "
I've already admitted my mistake, can't you forgive me? You have no gentlemanly manners at all!" Qiao Wanrong
was furious, wishing she could pounce on Fang Yulong and bite off his manhood. Qiao Wanrong knew that verbally
admitting her mistake was useless; Fang Yulong wanted her to willingly suck his penis—how despicable!
A few minutes later, Qiao Wanrong finally reached above Fang Yulong's penis, fantasizing about
biting it off like a sausage. With a look of utter grievance, she lifted his penis and gently parted her red lips to take
the deep red glans into her mouth. The first two times she had been forced to take Fang Yulong's penis into her mouth, but this time she was doing it willingly. Although
it was forced, Qiao Wanrong felt it was more uncomfortable than the previous two times.
Fang Yulong's penis swelled rapidly in Qiao Wanrong's hand, becoming as hard as iron in seconds. Even
the glans in Qiao Wanrong's mouth became hard, making her feel nauseous again. "Are you thinking of
biting my glans off?" Fang Yulong asked Qiao Wanrong. Qiao Wanrong quickly spat out the man's glans and said no.
Qiao Wanrong thought Fang Yulong would let her suck it until he ejaculated, but instead, he made her put on his pants. Fang Yulong
was dressed impeccably, while Qiao Wanrong was still naked. Fang Yulong took a small gadget out of his bag. Qiao Wanrong
blushed instantly upon seeing it. Fang Yulong was holding a vibrating egg, and a remote-controlled one at that.
The vibrating egg consisted of two parts: the front resembled a regular egg, except its surface was uneven like a golf ball;
the back was a narrow C-shaped plate with a cylindrical protrusion in the middle, like a smaller male penis
. A wire connected the protrusion to the vibrating egg; once inserted into the woman's vagina, the C-shaped plate would fit snugly
against her genitals.
What was this guy going to do with the vibrating egg? The thought of a vibrating egg being inserted into her vagina made Qiao Wanrong
immediately shake her head at Fang Yulong: "You can't do this to me, I... I'm not your sex slave."
"This is your tool for atonement. It's the gentlest tool I could think of; many women still like
it. Don't you like this? You prefer a whip?"
"Fang Yulong, you know I'm innocent. You can't do this to me."
"I believe you're innocent, but who told you to be Zhang Weijun's mistress and Xie Ming'an's wife? Xie Ming'an
slept with my mother, so isn't it only right that I sleep with his wife? Do you want me to sleep with your husband's mother?
You're too wicked."
"No, I..." Qiao Wanrong was truly disgusted. Sleep with her husband's mother? How could this guy say such a
thing?
"How about I let you go back, and I'll go find Xie Ming'an? He discovered your affair with Zhang Weijun a long time ago,
and he might even have evidence of it. I should ask him to produce that evidence. Do you think your
husband would agree to use the evidence he has to gain the Fang family's forgiveness?"
"No." After what happened that afternoon, Qiao Wanrong was already disappointed in her husband Xie Ming'an's character. If
Xie Ming'an really had evidence of her affair with her brother-in-law Zhang Weijun, he would definitely hand it over to Fang Yulong to ensure his own safety
.
"Sit on the sofa outside." Under Fang Yulong's gaze, Qiao Wanrong had no choice but to return to the sofa in the living room.
Just thinking about that vibrator made Qiao Wanrong feel nauseous. She had to attend meetings frequently, and what if Fang Yulong
turned on the vibrator during her meeting? How embarrassing would that be? Completely naked, Qiao Wanrong sat on the light brown sofa with her arms crossed.
Her fair skin contrasted sharply with the sofa, making her look like a nude model in a painting. Fang Yulong sat half a meter away from Qiao
Wanrong, admiring her naked body, especially her firm breasts, which were not only perfectly round
but also showed no signs of sagging. Her long, slender legs were pressed together, forming a straight line; even if a glass of water were poured on them, it wouldn't
run down her thighs.
Qiao Wanrong glanced at the vibrator in Fang Yulong's hand and turned her head away, wondering whether she should
take it from him. Today, that vibrator would definitely be inserted into her vagina, and if she didn't accept it willingly,
Fang Yulong would do it himself, which would only make her more embarrassed and humiliated.
"I'll do it myself," Qiao Wanrong said, extending her right hand to Fang Yulong, her slender fingers trembling slightly. Fang
Yulong's warm palm pressed down on Qiao Wanrong's palm, placing the vibrator in her hand. "This is a good thing
. I bet you'll love it soon."
Qiao Wanrong didn't speak, slowly parting her legs and inserting the vibrator into her
vagina under Fang Yulong's burning gaze. Since she'd already lost all dignity today, why bother with this one more time? The uneven vibrator felt strange inside her vagina, but the C-shaped plate at the vaginal opening, covered in a milky-white soft material, felt quite 　　comfortable. Qiao Wanrong remembered the gossip online about a female celebrity who got ten million for inserting golf balls into her vagina.
She 　　'd inserted a vibrator that looked similar to a golf ball but hadn't received a penny. Although it wasn't as 　　big as a golf ball, it always felt full and swollen when inserted all the way in. "Are you satisfied now?" Qiao Wanrong stared at Fang Yulong, 　　a hint of despair in her expression. 　　"Good things should be tried first." Fang Yulong pressed the remote control, and Qiao Wanrong immediately felt the vibrating 　　egg vibrate deep inside her vagina. Even the dildo on the C-shaped plate vibrated slightly, constantly stimulating her 　　nerves. What's worse, Qiao Wanrong's erogenous zones are very deep and difficult to stimulate normally, but under the stimulation of the vibrating egg 　　, she experienced pleasure in less than a minute. Qiao Wanrong didn't want to show that she was about to orgasm in front of Fang Yulong 　　, so she desperately squeezed her legs together. 　　"The more you do this, the more you feel. How is it? This little thing makes you feel good, right? You don't have to hold back. 　　If you feel good, you can moan." Fang Yulong pressed the remote control again, and the vibrating egg inside Qiao Wanrong's body 　　vibrated faster and with greater amplitude. Within seconds, Qiao Wanrong's face turned bright red. "Ah... turn it off quickly 　　..." Qiao Wanrong suddenly lunged at Fang Yulong like a madwoman, trying to grab the remote control from his hand, but Fang Yulong...

The vibration was blocked, and the frequency was turned up to the highest setting, so high that even Fang Yulong could faintly hear a buzzing sound.
"Please, give me the remote, it's too fast..." Qiao Wanrong tried to twist her legs, attempting to
pull the vibrator out, but Fang Yulong held her down.
"Looks like it's working well." Fang Yulong pressed the remote again, and the vibrator inside Qiao Wanrong immediately stopped
, but a lot of vaginal fluid had already flowed out, which Fang Yulong could clearly see. Qiao Wanrong was naturally
ashamed; in just two or three minutes, she had been brought to orgasm by a vibrator—it was too embarrassing.
The buttons on Qiao Wanrong's shirt were missing, and she tied a knot at her lower abdomen. After putting on her suit, nothing seemed amiss
. After tidying herself up, Qiao Wanrong opened her handbag to check her phone. The caller was her
partner in the real estate development company, the wife of the director of the Lingjiang Finance Bureau. Looking at the time, it was almost five o'clock; she had arrived here
at around two o'clock. These three hours were arguably the darkest three hours of Qiao Wanrong's life. Not only was she deprived
of freedom and dignity, but she was also raped in front of her husband. What hurt Qiao Wanrong even more was that her husband should
have anticipated this and had still tricked her into coming. Qiao Wanrong wanted to call her business partner back, but
Fang Yulong snatched her phone, turned it off, and put it in his bag. "Who do you want to call, or are you going to call the police?"
"No, it's my business partner." Qiao Wanrong looked at the phone in her bag but didn't argue with Fang Yulong. She
knew Fang Yulong's words were sarcastic. If calling the police would work, would Fang Yulong dare to treat her like this?
Fang Yulong threw a wad of cash into Qiao Wanrong's bag, which puzzled her. "I'm treating you to dinner. I
can't let you pay." Fang Yulong smiled, but Qiao Wanrong felt utterly disgusted. This money was originally
hers; how did it become his treat?
"Fang Yulong, what do you want from me? If you want money, just name your price, and I'll give it to you. I
can't think of anything else I can offer you besides money."
"Talking about money is too formal. There's a saying that even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. We've already done this twice; talking about money is just too sentimental
. Your brother-in-law, the governor, and your husband are trying to get back at my father. Don't you think I should try to get back at your brother-in-law too?
You're not only Zhang Weijun's sister-in-law, but also his mistress. You must know many of his secrets. Why don't you
tell me these secrets, and we'll be even? What do you say?"
"I don't know his secrets, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Even if you killed me, it wouldn't do you any good."
Although Qiao Wanrong also felt that her brother-in-law's actions were somewhat despicable, everything she had was thanks to him. Betraying her brother-in-law
was betraying herself. Even if Qiao Wanrong was foolish, she wouldn't betray Zhang Weijun.
Fang Yulong stared at Qiao Wanrong for a moment, then said, "Aren't you afraid I'll really kill you?"
Qiao Wanrong felt a chill run down her spine from Fang Yulong's gaze, but still gritted her teeth and said she didn't know Zhang Weijun's secret. Fang
Yulong suddenly laughed and said to Qiao Wanrong, "You have much more backbone than your husband. You were blind to marry Xie Ming'an
. Why don't you divorce him and come with me?"
Fang Yulong's face alternated between gloomy and smiling, making it impossible for Qiao Wanrong to understand what he was thinking
. What did he mean by saying that? Was he really a student at Lingjiang University? Qiao Wanrong looked at the smiling
Fang Yulong; he didn't look like a student at all.
"I know you won't betray Zhang Weijun, so I've decided to make you my slave to atone for your sins. One year. You'll be my
slave for one year to atone for the sins your husband committed against my mother."
"No. I... I'll buy it with money." Qiao Wanrong immediately objected when she heard that Fang Yulong wanted her to be a female slave for a year to atone for her sins
.
"Let's not talk about that now. You also graduated from Lingjiang University, so we're alumni.
I've heard you're a famous alumnus of our university. We have many famous alumni in various sectors of society,
many more famous than you, but when it comes to being richer than you, there are very few. Someone as young and wealthy as you is extremely
rare. Although Zhang Weijun has helped you a lot, you must be a smart and capable woman. I have
something to ask you.
What would my father's reaction be if he found out that Zhang Weijun had your husband seduce my mother and then used her to push him out of Jiangdong? What methods would he use to deal with Zhang
Weijun?"
Fang Yulong's words stunned Qiao Wanrong. Qiao Wanrong thought that everything that happened that afternoon was Fang Daming
's revenge against Zhang Weijun, knowing full well what had happened. It turned out it was just Fang Yulong's revenge against her husband for seducing his mother.
What would Fang Daming do after finding out? What did Fang Yulong mean by saying this? This implies that her
wealth is intricately linked to Zhang Weijun. If Fang Daming were to take action, would he use her as a breakthrough
? Qiao Wanrong's heart pounded with anxiety as she thought about her recent real estate development project. She knew herself best;
some things couldn't withstand scrutiny.
"Don't worry, although I filmed you, I won't use it to threaten you. I won't force you to
betray Zhang Weijun. I think you should just be my little slave for a year. Maybe in a year Zhang Weijun will
become the provincial party secretary, and I'll be a stray dog. I can be your male slave for a year to atone for my sins."
Qiao Wanrong remained silent. She wouldn't betray Zhang Weijun, nor did she want to be Fang Yulong's slave; she could only keep quiet.
Qiao Wanrong's car was a black Audi A8, a very understated vehicle for a wealthy woman her age
. Qiao Wanrong made her fortune selling cars. Through her connection with Zhang Weijun, she monopolized
the sales of AD cars in Lingjiang, owning all the AD 4S stores in the area. As official vehicles, AD cars
held a high market share in the domestic mid-to-high-end sedan market, making Qiao Wanrong's 4S stores highly profitable.
Fang Yulong drove Qiao Wanrong's car, taking her away from Xiuhe residential area. It was only 5:30 PM, and the road
was busy. Qiao Wanrong didn't know where Fang Yulong would take her, so she sat in the car, staring blankly at the traffic.
After about twenty minutes, they arrived at a small commercial street not far from Xiuhe residential area. To Qiao Wanrong's surprise,
Fang Yulong took her to buy clothes. The sales assistants naturally mistook Fang Yulong and Qiao Wanrong for a couple. Qiao Wanrong
felt very awkward, while Fang Yulong grinned smugly, making Qiao Wanrong grit her teeth, yet
she was helpless. At Fang Yulong's request, Qiao Wanrong changed into a new women's blouse and a pencil skirt, revealing her legs...
She also had a pair of crystal-clear stockings. Qiao Wanrong already had a pair of incredibly beautiful legs, and wearing a short skirt with crystal-clear stockings, she was no
less stunning than the leg models on the stocking packaging. The sales assistant would compliment every customer, and when she encountered someone like Qiao Wanrong
, the compliments were even more endless. What Qiao Wanrong found most unbearable was that the sales assistant kept praising
Fang Yulong for finding a beautiful girlfriend. Fang Yulong kept nodding in agreement, as if he had really become Qiao Wanrong's boyfriend. He
even intimately hooked his arm around Qiao Wanrong's slender waist, his large hands constantly caressing her buttocks and thighs, making Qiao Wanrong feel
an urge to explode.
Back in the car, Fang Yulong asked Qiao Wanrong which restaurant she usually ate dinner at. "Dream Paris." Dream Paris was
one of the earlier Western restaurants in Lingjiang, but Qiao Wanrong hadn't been there many times. Fang Yulong's question clearly indicated he wanted to
take her to her favorite restaurant for dinner. Qiao Wanrong wasn't foolish enough to go to her usual spot with Fang Yulong;
running into acquaintances would be too embarrassing, and she wouldn't be able to explain herself. What would people think if they saw a 30-year-old wealthy woman and a 20-year-old young man
having dinner together?
Because they hadn't made a reservation, Fang Yulong and Qiao Wanrong could only choose a couple's table near the stairs. Perhaps today
was Qiao Wanrong's unlucky day. Not long after they sat down, several girls passed by in the aisle and saw
Qiao Wanrong and Fang Yulong. Of course, the girls didn't know Fang Yulong, but they knew Qiao Wanrong, and they couldn't
pretend not to, because the girls were employees of Qiao Wanrong's real estate development company, one of whom was even Qiao Wanrong
's secretary.
Seeing Qiao Wanrong having dinner with a young man, the girls were extremely embarrassed; they had already booked
a private room, but the owner was sitting outside. The secretary, mustering her courage, greeted Qiao Wanrong: "Ms. Qiao,
didn't you manage to book a private room?"
"Oh, we're just here for a quick meal. Please go to the private room." "
Ms. Qiao, why don't you come with us to the private room? There are only a few of us."
Qiao Wanrong was absolutely unwilling to go to the private room for dinner, especially with Fang Yulong around. Who knew
what he might do?
"Do you really have any seats available in the private room?" Before Qiao Wanrong could speak, Fang Yulong asked first,
forcing her to swallow her words.
"There are only five of us. We booked an eight-person private room." The secretary sized up Fang Yulong; she
had never seen him before and he must be a friend of the boss.
"That's great, Sister Rong, we'll go with your friend." Fang Yulong stood up, and Qiao Wanrong
had no choice but to stand up as well. Sister Rong? Qiao Wanrong felt a chill run down her spine, wondering what Fang Yulong was up to this time.
The five girls had booked a private room on the second floor, by the window, in a very nice setting. While waiting for the food, Fang
Yulong started chatting with Qiao Wanrong's secretary. Qiao Wanrong's secretary was named Su Caiyun, and Fang Yulong addressed her as "Sister Yun
." "Sister Yun, so you're all colleagues at Sister Rong's company. Sister Rong works very hard at the company and relies on
you all for help. I was thinking of going to Sister Rong's company to help her, but she wouldn't let me." Sitting
next to Fang Yulong, Qiao Wanrong was on the verge of a breakdown. She understood Fang Yulong's sinister intentions; he
wanted the five female employees to believe he was her kept man.
"Oh, Yulong, are you already at work?" Su Caiyun, hearing Fang Yulong say his name was Yulong, assumed his surname was Yu and his given
name was Long.
"Yes, I'm an intern salesperson at a company, and my performance is pretty good. I've always wanted to work at Sister Rong's company,
but she says they don't need anyone right now. Actually, I'm very capable, but she just doesn't believe me." Qiao Wanrong felt
her face burning up, and the five girls were also extremely embarrassed, not knowing what to say. They were all thinking, "It
's a wonder you got a sales job with your frivolous attitude. What company is so blind as to hire
someone like you who talks nonsense? They'll probably be fired before the internship is over."
The five girls were definitely regretting coming to Dream Paris for dinner. Qiao Wanrong had no appetite, but Fang
Yulong was oblivious to everyone else, wolfing down his food while praising the taste. He had never eaten
anything so delicious in his life, and it seemed he had made the right choice by following Sister Rong. Qiao Wanrong wanted to throw a plate of salad at Fang Yulong's
face. She really hadn't expected Fang Yulong to have such a talent for acting. If she had known this, she would never have
come out to dinner with him. The five girls were now looking at her differently, practically begging her to reveal how she was keeping
such a handsome gigolo. Qiao Wanrong wanted to shout at them, "Don't get the wrong idea! He's not my gigolo
!" But the reality was, Qiao Wanrong stared at the salad bowl, while the five girls were equally embarrassed.
Where had Ms. Qiao found such a perfect gigolo?
As Qiao Wanrong remained silent, her body suddenly trembled slightly. Anyone who didn't know better would think she was angry with Fang Yulong
, but in reality, it was the vibrating egg inserted in her vagina that started vibrating. What was this guy up to now? Did he want her
to embarrass herself in front of the five girls? Qiao Wanrong had already experienced the power of the vibrating egg; if Fang Yulong turned it on to the highest setting,
she wouldn't be able to hold back for long. If she cried out in front of the five female employees, would she ever have the face to go to the company again?
Just as Qiao Wanrong hesitated about whether to make an excuse to go to the restroom, Fang Yulong wiped his hands with a towel and asked
whose phone was ringing; he thought he heard it vibrating. All five girls were looking at their phones, except for Qiao Wanrong
, who remained motionless. These female employees were careful not to mistake the vibration from her vibrating egg. Qiao Wanrong was overly
worried; because the vibrating egg was inside her, she could feel and hear the vibrations, but outsiders
couldn't hear it at all.
"Oh, it's just a text message on my phone. Sister Rong, I just closed a big deal at that company, and our
boss is going to give me a big bonus." Fang Yulong had received a text message, but it was from Xia Zhuyi, asking
how his "play" went. Fang Yulong replied that it was great fun.
Naturally, no one believed Fang Yulong. Su Caiyun wanted nothing more than to snatch Fang Yulong's phone and expose him on the spot,
if Fang Yulong hadn't gone to dinner with Qiao Wanrong. She'd heard that President Qiao's husband was a professor at Lingda University, a
handsome and charming man. How could President Qiao be with such a tasteless man? This guy clearly
wasn't a good person, and his eyes kept glancing at Xiao Xi. Xiao hope has the best figure and face among the five girls.
One of them, Fang Yulong, deliberately acted like a lecherous man, glancing at Xiao Xi every now and then, which only made the five girls dislike
him even more.
"President Qiao, just before I left work, Chairman Wang called you, saying that no one answered your phone, and then it was switched off
. I told her you were going to the company tomorrow, and it seems she has something to discuss with you." Su Caiyun stopped
talking to Fang Yulong and turned to Qiao Wanrong about the phone call. Soon, Su Caiyun regretted mentioning the phone call to Qiao Wanrong
because Fang Yulong said from the side, "So that call was from a company director. Sister Rong, didn't it
cause any important trouble?"
"It's okay, my phone just ran out of battery." Qiao Wanrong said softly, as an explanation for not answering the phone
. As for what her five female subordinates thought, she couldn't control it. She couldn't exactly tell them that
nothing had happened between her and Fang Yulong and that they shouldn't speculate.
The five girls fell silent after hearing Fang Yulong and Qiao Wanrong's words.
Qiao Wanrong knew when Chairman Wang called , but she didn't answer. What was she doing at that time? And this guy named Yu Long
was also there. Was her phone really out of battery? The five female subordinates could only keep their questions to themselves.
Fang Yulong only turned on the low setting of the vibrator, which Qiao Wanrong could bear, but Fang Yulong's words were unbearable
. Who knew what Fang Yulong would say if she sat down any longer. "Caiyun, I'm almost done eating, how about you guys?"
"Oh, we're all full, President Qiao, let's go pay the bill first." The five girls stood up together,
but Fang Yulong stood up first and said, "You are all employees of Sister Rong's company. Sister Rong's company still relies on your
efforts. How can I let you treat us? This meal should be on me to thank you for working so hard for Sister Rong
." Under the astonished gazes of the five girls, Fang Yulong took Qiao Wanrong's handbag, took out a wad of
cash, and swaggered off to pay the bill.
Su Caiyun and the other five girls stared blankly at Qiao Wanrong, unsure what to say to their boss, whose face was flushed red.
"You can leave now if you have something to do," Qiao Wanrong said first, and the five girls all ran off in a flash. After leaving
Dream Paris, Su Caiyun sighed, "Did we forget to check the almanac before we left today? We came out to
have some fun after winning a special prize, but we didn't even get a proper meal. Sisters, what do we do now?" The girl named Xiaoxi
said weakly, "What else can we do? Go get fast food. Luckily, they didn't make us pay, or we would have lost a lot."
Fang Yulong returned to the private room and burst into laughter when he saw only Qiao Wanrong sitting there. Qiao Wanrong squeezed her legs together
, her face turning ashen, and said to Fang Yulong, "Is this funny?"
"Can't I be funny? Don't forget you're my little slave girl now." Fang Yulong turned the remote control up
to the maximum, and Qiao Wanrong immediately felt an uncontrollable tingling pleasure deep inside her, her legs
rubbing together incessantly, her whole body leaning against Fang Yulong.
"Please turn it off... ah... turn it off... ah..."
"Don't worry, I told the waiter we haven't finished eating yet, they won't come in to clean up." Fang
Yulong put his arm around Qiao Wanrong's slender waist, and pressed one large hand on Qiao Wanrong's chest, kneading it forcefully. Only when Qiao
Wanrong trembled all over, leaning against Fang Yulong as if exhausted and panting, did Fang Yulong turn off the remote control, touching
Qiao Wanrong's flushed face and saying, "You look so beautiful right now. I know you're still hungry, eat
something, we're going hiking later."
Qiao Wanrong knew her underwear was already wet, and sitting on the velvet chair was uncomfortable, so she ate a little
something and got up to leave. Because the meal was short, Fang Yulong and Qiao Wanrong left Dream Paris at 7:30.
Qiao Wanrong asked Fang Yulong where they were going hiking, as she was wearing high heels and it wouldn't be good for her. Fang Yulong said to go to Dongshan, the car could
drive up, and there weren't many steps. Qiao Wanrong sat silently in the car for a long time before asking Fang Yulong, "
How long are you going to keep this up? Do you want me to stay with you like this forever? Is it meaningful? If you want women
, I can help you find some. There are plenty of women younger and prettier than me, and I think many women would be willing
to stay with you like this."
"Hmm, you're right. I do know quite a few young and beautiful women, but they're not Xie Ming'an's
wives, nor Zhang Weijun's mistresses. Hmm... sleeping with the governor's sister-in-law and mistress is quite exciting, do
n't you think?"
"Aren't you afraid he'll find out and harm you?" Zhang Weijun is, after all, the governor of a province. Even if Fang Yulong
is Fang Daming's son, how could he be so reckless?
"What do I have to be afraid of? It's not like Zhang hasn't considered framing me. So what if he knows I'm messing with you? Does
he think he can just tell everyone you're his mistress and that I'm provoking him by messing with you? Besides, if you don't tell, will Zhang
even know? Will you tell him?"
Qiao Wanrong was stumped by Fang Yulong's words. Would she tell her brother-in-law that she had been humiliated today? How
much did she really mean to him? Would her brother-in-law break ties with the Fang family because of her? If the two families really broke
ties, what would happen to her company?
The black car drove all the way to the parking lot near the top of Jinhua Mountain. The park's construction was nearing completion
, and many areas were already open to the public. A group of people were dancing in the central square at the top of the mountain.
Unlike other places, most of the dancers here were young women; those around forty were considered older.
Fang Yulong pulled Qiao Wanrong into a secluded thicket. Qiao Wanrong immediately understood the man's intentions;
he hadn't brought her hiking, but rather for a tryst. Fang Yulong wanted to humiliate
her in every way possible.
The woods grew darker, and out of fear, Qiao Wanrong instinctively grabbed Fang Yulong's wrist. Although Fang Yulong
had repeatedly humiliated her, he was still her only support at this moment. Finally, they reached the edge of the woods, where some
light appeared. Qiao Wanrong could see that beyond the woods was an artificial pond, paved with pebbles the size of bowls. The pond was seven or eight
meters wide, its length indiscernible, and crescent-shaped. Opposite was a pavilion, where a young couple sat.
Small streetlights illuminated the pavilion, revealing the couple behaving intimately.
Fang Yulong pulled Qiao Wanrong behind a pine tree as thick as a bowl, letting her place her hands on the trunk.
"Your legs are so beautiful. The first time I saw you, I wanted to touch your thighs like this. It's a pity you weren't wearing any clothes then."
"These stockings." Fang Yulong whispered in Qiao Wanrong's ear, his hands caressing her smooth thighs.
If a lover had said this to Qiao Wanrong, she might have happily rewarded him with a kiss, but
it was Fang Yulong, the man who had humiliated her all afternoon and was about to violate her again, who was touching her thighs.
Fang Yulong lifted Qiao Wanrong's skirt, gently stroking the beautiful CEO's smooth, firm buttocks, his fingers
gliding like snakes over her anus, pressing against her C-shaped breasts. "You're all wet here, are you waiting for me to fuck you?"
Fang Yulong's fingers, like hooks, squeezed Qiao Wanrong's full buttocks hard. Qiao Wanrong, however, looked at
the young couple in the pavilion through the gaps in the tree trunks, not wanting to answer Fang Yulong's question at all. Since she was going to be raped and played with by Fang Yulong anyway,
talking to him would only add to the humiliation. Seeing that Qiao Wanrong remained silent, Fang Yulong grabbed her buttocks again
before pulling down her panties. He then used his fingers to pull out the vibrating egg, its uneven
surface sliding against her vaginal opening, causing Qiao Wanrong's body to tremble. She gripped the tree trunk, suppressing any
sound. Fang Yulong placed the vibrating egg, now wet with her own fluids, and her half-wet panties into Qiao Wanrong's purse.
The tree roots provided better ground, and Qiao Wanrong leaned against the trunk, her legs slightly parted, revealing her anus
and vulva. Her short skirt was pulled up to her waist, leaving her thighs practically bare,
quite conspicuous in the dim light of the forest. Fang Yulong, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, greedily caressed Qiao Wanrong's thighs, unzipped his pants
, and his erect penis explored down her buttocks, rubbing against her labia
. Even though Qiao Wanrong was forced to have sex with Fang Yulong, she was now aroused by his teasing,
her body tingling with pleasure, as if a million ants were crawling through her veins.
Fang Yulong grabbed one of Qiao Wanrong's hands and guided it downwards, making her grasp his penis.
"Put it in your cunt yourself, I know you've been itching for a while," Fang Yulong whispered in Qiao Wanrong
's ear, his warm breath filling her ear.
In the darkness, Qiao Wanrong's expression was not visible, but she could feel her face burning. Clit?
Her brother-in-law Zhang Weijun and husband Xie Ming'an would never use such a direct and vulgar word with her. They were students at Lingjiang
University, after all, how could they be so crude? Qiao Wanrong cursed Fang Yulong's vulgarity inwardly, fantasizing about
twisting his penis into a pretzel while guiding it into her honeypot.
Perhaps Qiao Wanrong's vagina had already adapted to Fang Yulong's penetration, or perhaps it was due to the abundance of
vaginal fluid secreted inside; Fang Yulong's insertion was smooth and easy, easily reaching the very end of Qiao Wanrong's vagina. His large
glans ground against the cool, moist cavity, causing Qiao Wanrong to tremble again in just a few thrusts. Fang Yulong pulled Qiao Wanrong
's shirt from her skirt's waistband, reaching inside to caress her breasts with one hand while his other hand gripped her
slender waist, thrusting wildly. In moments, he brought Qiao Wanrong to the peak of desire.
"Ah..." Qiao Wanrong couldn't help but let out a moan, which was drowned out by the music playing outside the woods
. Qiao Wanrong gripped a tree trunk with one hand and covered her mouth with the other. As Fang Yulong thrust his penis in and out,
he whispered in Qiao Wanrong's ear, "You're just a slut, go ahead and scream if you want to
. The music outside is so loud, do you think you can out-sound it?"
Fang Yulong's glans scraped against the vaginal walls inside Qiao Wanrong's vagina, each thrust causing the beautiful young woman's body to
tremble violently. Qiao Wanrong covered her mouth, but still managed to let out muffled moans.
Suddenly, Fang Yulong grabbed Qiao Wanrong's hands, pulling her close to his chest, and thrust wildly, as if he wanted to
lift her body up.
"Ah...ah..." With nothing to cover her mouth, Qiao Wanrong's moans echoed through the woods.
Qiao Wanrong was terrified by her own cries, biting her lip tightly. Her hands were held by the man, and
she could only rely on her willpower to resist the instinctive screams triggered by her orgasm.
The crowd outside the woods continued dancing, but the young couple in the pavilion heard Qiao Wanrong's cries.
"What's that sound?" the young woman asked her boyfriend nervously.
"It sounds like someone's shouting, maybe from the dancing area over there." The man looked around to make sure no one was watching,
then slipped his hand under his companion's skirt. "Don't do that, be careful someone comes over." The young woman looked around, and seeing
no one was coming, she didn't stop her boyfriend from touching her genitals.
Qiao Wanrong watched the young couple in the pavilion. The straight-line distance between them was only about ten meters, so she could see
the man opposite her putting his hand under her companion's skirt. She knew what he was doing without even thinking. Had she already
become out of touch with society? Did everyone enjoy this kind of stimulating outdoor exposure? Just as Qiao Wanrong was watching
the young couple opposite her, Fang Yulong pressed her body against the tree trunk and launched a new round of fierce
attacks from behind.
"Ah! Ah!" Qiao Wanrong cried out loudly again. This time, the young couple opposite her heard her clearly and
looked towards the dark woods. Sure enough, they saw two snow-white thighs writhing in the dark woods.
"Damn, there's someone having sex over there." The young man cursed, his movements becoming even more aroused as he touched his partner.
Hearing the young man's words, Qiao Wanrong knew the two men opposite had spotted her and Fang Yulong.
She said to Fang Yulong, "Quick, stop! The people over there have seen us!"
"I'll stop right away!" Fang Yulong was already on the verge of ejaculation and refused to stop. He
thrust into Qiao Wanrong's buttocks repeatedly, and then the two of them were pressed against the tree trunk. The two men opposite were still looking at the dark woods, and after
hearing a woman's cry, they fell silent.
On the way back, Qiao Wanrong felt completely weak, as if her bones had been broken by the man's handling. Her legs were sore
and weak, and her vulva was swollen from the man's actions, like it had been soaked in chili peppers. Although her short skirt had been pulled up to her thighs,
her burning vulva still felt cool in the night breeze. Qiao Wanrong felt both hatred and anger towards Fang Yulong.
Raping her was bad enough, but why did he have to come up the mountain and do it in front of others? He was a complete pervert. However,
the thrill she had just experienced was deeply etched in Qiao Wanrong's mind. From her first sexual encounter with her brother-in-law
until this afternoon, Qiao Wanrong had never experienced such intense, bone-deep pleasure. Was this only possible in unfamiliar surroundings?
In what kind of environment, in what positions she had never used before, could she achieve a true climax? Thinking back to this afternoon until now, Fang
Yulong had always used positions or scenarios she had never considered when he had sex with her. Qiao Wanrong felt both ashamed and
curious. What scenario would this guy use next time, and what position would he use? Ugh! Ugh! Qiao Wanrong,
you're a CEO, a talented woman from Lingjiang University, a dignified modern woman. How could you possibly want to
be raped by him again? You should be trying to escape his clutches!
Fang Yulong, with his arm around Qiao Wanrong's slender waist, half-carried the beautiful young woman towards the parking lot. They heard several couples
talking ahead. One of the men asked another couple where they had been all this time, as they hadn't seen them at all. "We
didn't go anywhere, just sat in the pavilion by the pond for a while. You guys missed a good show, there were
a couple of sluts having sex in the grove across the pond, the woman was moaning so loudly." "
Wow, you guys were watching live? Was the woman pretty?"
"I don't know, it was too dark in the grove, I couldn't see clearly. But that woman had long, white legs, her face
must be pretty, and she was moaning so loudly, she must be a mistress."
"That guy guessed right, but he definitely didn't guess you're the richest mistress in all of Lingjiang." Fang
Yulong hugged Qiao Wanrong intimately, his breath hot on her ear as he spoke. Qiao Wanrong
didn't refute Fang Yulong's words; to her sister and brother-in-law, she was a mistress. Qiao Wanrong secretly glanced
at Fang Yulong again; he just held her tightly, his eyes looking straight ahead. If it weren't for this strange relationship between them
, to be fair, Fang Yulong was quite handsome. What exactly does this guy want from me
? Money? My body? Information about my brother-in-law Zhang Weijun? Or is it simply to humiliate me and
vent his anger?
When Qiao Wanrong opened her eyes, it was already dawn. She lay limply on the large bed, with
Fang Yulong, who had taken advantage of her all night, beside her. Fang Yulong was fast asleep, his hand still holding one of Qiao Wanrong's breasts. Qiao Wanrong
recalled the events of last night, still furious. How come this guy didn't die from exhaustion? Last night,
after returning to Xiuhe Community from Dongshan, Qiao Wanrong was forced to strip naked and tidy up the house. By
then, she was already exhausted and had to endure the burning pain in her private parts while working. After tidying up the house
, she had to wash her and Fang Yulong's clothes before taking a hot shower. By the time she finished, it was almost midnight, and Fang
Yulong still wanted her to serve him until he went to bed. Qiao Wanrong felt she was even less than a maid from ancient times. Disregarding her
dignity, she lay naked on the bed, spreading her legs and saying to Fang Yulong, "You do it yourself
. If I scream, I'm not Qiao Wanrong." Qiao Wanrong thought Fang Yulong was too exhausted to continue, but to her surprise, he
was still full of energy. Seeing her lying on the bed with her legs spread, he unceremoniously straddled her.
Whether she screamed or not, Qiao Wanrong couldn't remember. She didn't remember how long the man had been with her; she was already
in a daze, feeling like she'd had a drunken erotic dream. Now, only the throbbing pain in her lower body told her
how intense the intercourse had been the previous night.
This guy was still asleep. What would happen if she left this hellhole? Would he get angry and post her video
online? His computer was next door; she hadn't seen him copy anything yesterday, so it should all be on his computer.
Deleting the data would solve everything, wouldn't it? Qiao Wanrong gently moved Fang Yulong's hand away from her chest and carefully
got out of bed. Her clothes were hanging on the balcony. Qiao Wanrong took them down; except for her bra, which was still a little damp, the rest
were dry. Seeing that Fang Yulong was still asleep, Qiao Wanrong took the clothes and went into the small room next door. After getting dressed, Qiao
Wanrong turned on Fang Yulong's computer, only to find that it required a password. Qiao Wanrong only knew how to use some office software;
she couldn't crack the password.
Qiao Wanrong gritted her teeth, preparing to take Fang Yulong's computer with her. She hung her handbag around her neck, carrying Fang Yulong's computer in one hand and her high heels in the other,
tiptoeing like a thief to the front door. Seeing that Fang Yulong didn't chase after her, Qiao Wanrong put on her
high heels and placed one hand on the doorknob. Yesterday evening, when she went out, Qiao Wanrong had seen Fang Yulong
turn the doorknob like this to open the door; why couldn't she turn it?
"The safety pin won't turn unless it's pressed down." Just as Qiao Wanrong was focused on opening the door, Fang Yulong
suddenly stood behind her.
"Ah!" Qiao Wanrong cried out in surprise, her heart pounding. Qiao Wanrong turned around and looked at the naked
Fang Yulong. For once, she didn't feel ashamed, but rather nervous and scared. "You... how did you wake up?"
Qiao Wanrong instinctively raised her laptop to protect her chest.
Fang Yulong didn't speak, taking his laptop from Qiao Wanrong's hand. Qiao Wanrong leaned against the door like a puppet, and
when Fang Yulong took the laptop from her hand, she subconsciously let go. Fang Yulong placed the laptop
on the cabinet behind him and took the handbag hanging on Qiao Wanrong's chest and placed it beside her.
What was he planning to do, naked like that? From beginning to end, Qiao Wanrong didn't make a sound or move her body,
staring blankly at the naked Fang Yulong, as if she could see Fang Yulong's big penis penetrating her honey hole again.
"Have you forgotten that you are now my little slave girl? Trying to go out without your master's permission will be
punished." Fang Yulong braced himself against the security door with one hand, gently stroking Qiao Wanrong's beautiful chin with the other.
"I...you..." Qiao Wanrong wanted to ask Fang Yulong how he planned to punish her, but she couldn't bring
herself to ask. Asking would be admitting her mistake, admitting she was Fang Yulong's little slave girl.
They stared at each other for a moment, then Fang Yulong suddenly turned Qiao Wanrong around, pressing her face against the security
door, causing her to scream again. Fang Yulong lifted Qiao Wanrong's skirt and pulled her underwear
down to her knees, gently stroking her full buttocks and silky thighs. This action involuntarily
reminded Qiao Wanrong of what happened in the grove last night. Was Fang Yulong going to rape her in this position right here at the front
door again?
"No, the curtains aren't drawn yet..." Qiao Wanrong's first thought was that the curtains on the north side of the front door weren't drawn,
rather than stopping Fang Yulong from raping her.
"What are you afraid of? It's dark inside, and no one outside can see inside. Even if someone in the building behind us sees us..."
"Don't worry, I can't see your face here even if we're playing this special game." Fang Yulong touched Qiao
Wanrong's buttocks a few times, then suddenly slapped them hard. It wasn't a gentle caress, but a full-force slap.
Although it didn't leave bloody welts like a whip, Qiao Wanrong's buttocks were quickly covered with Fang Yulong's handprints
. Her buttocks swelled red and burned, and each slap from Fang Yulong caused her excruciating pain
.
"Stop hitting me... I'll never do it again..." Faced with Fang Yulong's violence, Qiao Wanrong chose to temporarily submit
. Because of the pain, Qiao Wanrong's legs began to tremble. What made Qiao Wanrong even more ashamed was that she felt
a strange excitement when Fang Yulong slapped her buttocks, as if he wasn't slapping her buttocks, but rather
using a large penis to brutally penetrate her from behind.
"You're so horny, your pussy's all wet." Fang Yulong noticed Qiao Wanrong's change and touched
her labia; the wetness from her vagina soaked his fingers. Completely naked, Fang Yulong
's penis was already erect. Seeing Qiao Wanrong's hot and wet vagina, he couldn't resist any longer. He parted
her thighs, aimed his glans at her parted labia, and thrust in forcefully.
"Ah!" Qiao Wanrong, leaning against the security door, couldn't help but let out a painful yet pleasurable moan. The normally cold
security door now felt incredibly hot. Oh my god, his huge glans is inside again, filling my vagina again
. Five times, from yesterday afternoon until now, I've been raped five times, and each time he doesn't
stop until I'm completely exhausted. Am I really doomed to be trapped in his clutches?
Fang Yulong was even more energetic in the morning, while Qiao Wanrong was pinned against the security door by him, powerless to resist,
only able to endure Fang Yulong's special punishment with her frail body. "I'm not a lustful woman, I don't want this kind of
punishment!" Qiao Wanrong cried out inwardly, while her mouth groaned repeatedly. Her beautiful body was brought to orgasm by Fang Yulong
, convulsing and spasming against the door. For Qiao Wanrong, apart from
the intercourse in bed late last night, which was relatively normal, all other positions and scenes were strange and bizarre. Like now, she was pinned against the security
door by Fang Yulong, and could see the situation in the hallway outside through the peephole.
Fang Yulong suddenly stopped thrusting and took a step back. Qiao Wanrong's body
slid softly down the security door, and Fang Yulong grabbed her. Fang Yulong quickly placed Qiao Wanrong
on the leather stool used for changing shoes under the windowsill, pinched Qiao Wanrong's small mouth, and inserted his penis, which was wet with her juices, into her mouth. After a few forceful thrusts,
the semen shot into Qiao Wanrong's sexy mouth.
"Ugh..." Qiao Wanrong smelled the pungent odor of Fang Yulong's penis and remembered his words, "You
'll get used to it." Did Fang Yulong intend to ejaculate into her every day? The thought made Qiao Wanrong feel
nauseous, but she was too weak to resist Fang Yulong's ministrations. She could only watch as the man's glans was shoved into her
mouth, forcing her to swallow the disgusting semen. They say only oxen die from exhaustion, not land that's been over-plowed. Why was her
land so fragile?
Qiao Wanrong sat weakly on the leather stool. The intense orgasm had left her drenched in sweat, and her sweat-soaked
shirt clung uncomfortably to her skin, but she didn't want to move. Fang Yulong took off her shoes and carried her
to the bathroom. At Fang Yulong's command, Qiao Wanrong stripped naked again,
standing in front of the mirror, just like Fang Yulong. Qiao Wanrong often admired her body in the mirror, but now, her beautiful body
filled her with a sense of disgust. If she didn't have such a beautiful body, Fang Yulong might not have humiliated her like this
.
"Do you know how people used to treat female slaves who tried to escape? Branding, whipping, even
execution. I really can't bear to do this to such a lovely female slave as you." Fang Yulong stood behind Qiao Wanrong,
stroking her sexy body while whispering in her ear. Qiao Wanrong knew she wouldn't be treated like that,
but she still felt flustered and afraid.
"I... I just want to go back to work..."
"Take my computer to work?" Fang Yulong used a wooden stick to slap Qiao Wanrong's
buttocks, which were already red from his slaps, and Qiao Wanrong immediately let out a painful groan. "You... what are you going to do?"
When Fang Yulong fixed her wrists to the ends of the wooden stick, Qiao Wanrong asked Fang Yulong in panic, the beautiful young woman sensing that
she was about to suffer a new kind of humiliation she had never experienced before.
"Of course, this is punishment for your escape. Don't worry, I won't beat you like I whipped your husband. Your body
is so beautiful, it would be a waste to ruin it, don't you think?" Fang Yulong covered Qiao Wanrong's eyes with a towel
, the darkness making the beautiful young woman even more nervous. What was Fang Yulong going to do next? Qiao Wanrong couldn't see anything, only heard
the sound of running water, followed by the sound of a kettle filling and sloshing.
Just as Qiao Wanrong was guessing what Fang Yulong was going to do to her, Fang Yulong pushed her to the sink and
pressed something semi-erect against her anus. Qiao Wanrong screamed, "Fang Yulong, what are you doing?
Let me go... ah..." A stream of water rushed into Qiao Wanrong's anus, instantly making her feel sore and swollen. Qiao
Wanrong finally understood Fang Yulong's intention; he was going to give her an enema.
Why was he giving me an enema? Was he going to have anal sex with me? Good heavens, his glans was so big, wouldn't it tear my anus
apart? "Fang Yulong, let me go... let me go..." Qiao Wanrong struggled desperately, but couldn't
break free from the man's control.
"If you move again, you'll only hurt yourself. Think it through." Fang Yulong ripped the towel
off Qiao Wanrong's head, and she was horrified to find her lower abdomen bulging like a pregnant woman's. Could it be that she
felt so uncomfortable because Fang Yulong had filled her with so much water?
"Quick, let me go to the toilet... I need to poop..." Qiao Wanrong's face was flushed, and she rubbed her legs
together. Fang Yulong pulled the tube out of Qiao Wanrong's anus, and she immediately sat
on the toilet. In her haste, the wooden stick almost broke the mirror. Qiao Wanrong thought she had long lost her dignity
, but Fang Yulong made her experience unprecedented shame time and time again.
The air was filled with a foul stench, but Fang Yulong didn't care. After flushing, he untied Qiao Wanrong's legs.
He pulled Qiao Wanrong into the shower. Qiao Wanrong stared blankly at Fang Yulong, unable to believe that a
man a decade younger than her would torture her in such a shameful way. The warm water washed over Qiao Wanrong's body,
cleansing away the filth. Although Fang Yulong smiled, Qiao Wanrong felt
uneasy. She couldn't guess what other shameful methods he would use to torture her. Although the physical harm Fang Yulong inflicted on her
wasn't as severe as the beatings he gave her husband, Qiao Wanrong still felt her ordeal was more unbearable.
When Qiao Wanrong dried herself and returned to the living room, the strange shelf that had originally been on the bed in the small room was on the carpet in front of the sofa
. Qiao Wanrong stood barefoot on the carpet, her reddened buttocks particularly noticeable. Fang Yulong
gently stroked Qiao Wanrong's buttocks, tenderly securing the beautiful young woman's hands to the ends of the wooden stick again. As Qiao Wanrong
was tied to the shelf by Fang Yulong, she suddenly understood something. For example, when she woke up
, Fang Yulong might already be awake. He watched her "escape" like it was a joke, and then used that as an excuse to punish
himself. In reality, even if she didn't escape, she wouldn't have escaped this humiliating ordeal.
"Were you prepared all along? Even if I hadn't tried to sneak away, you would have treated me like this, wouldn't
you? Fang Yulong, please tell me what you want, and I'll grant your wish."
"You even tried to escape when I asked you to be my slave. I want you to be my plaything, would you agree?" Fang
Yulong slid the vibrator around Qiao Wanrong's anus, scaring her so much that she twisted her buttocks. The vibrator
was about the same size as Fang Yulong's glans; if it were inserted into her anus, it would definitely tear it.
The vibrator in Fang Yulong's hand was much larger than the one he used for Xia Zhuyi. Fang Yulong didn't know
if it could fit into Qiao Wanrong's anus, but since the anus also has contractile properties, it should be possible to insert it. "No, Fang Yulong,
please, insert it in front..." Qiao Wanrong felt the vibrator in Fang Yulong's hand stretching open the muscles around her anus, and
she was so scared that she shook her buttocks and her head.
The ringing of his cell phone interrupted Fang Yulong's actions. He put down the vibrator, picked up his phone, and walked to the window. The call
was from Fang Ying; she had already boarded the high-speed train to Lingjiang and wanted Fang Yulong to prepare to pick her up at the station.
Qiao Wanrong breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Fang Yulong answer the phone. Looking at the vibrator on the coffee table, she felt
a chill run down her spine. It felt swollen and full inside her vagina; if it were in her anus, it would burst her buttocks.
Fang Yulong hung up and returned to the shelf, staring at Qiao Wanrong, making her heart pound. "My
little slave girl, you're in luck today," Fang Yulong said, finally letting out a sigh of relief. However, Fang
Yulong still inserted the vibrator into her vagina before putting her down. Qiao Wanrong guessed that Fang Yulong had to go out,
so she didn't dare take the vibrator out and silently put on her clothes.
Qiao Wanrong drove away from Xiuhe Residential Area, opening the car window to breathe in the fresh air. Although the air in Lingjiang City
wasn't very fresh, Qiao Wanrong still tried to breathe deeply, as if she had suddenly gained
freedom after being imprisoned for a long time, even though she had only been deprived of her freedom for less than twenty hours. "
Fang Yulong, you'll get what's coming to you!" Qiao Wanrong parked her car on the side of the road, opened her handbag, and found that
30,000 yuan was missing, but a remote control and charger had been added. Seeing those two items reminded Qiao Wanrong of Fang Yulong's
evil smile. "You have to bring a vibrator to work every day. I'll be checking anytime. If I find
you without it, you know the consequences." This was Fang Yulong's warning to Qiao Wanrong before she left Xiuhe Residential Area.
"Bastard!" Qiao Wanrong cursed again, and turned on her phone. She quickly received a call from her secretary, Su Caiyun
; her partner was waiting for her at the company. Qiao Wanrong remembered that she had said she would
go to the company again this morning when she left yesterday afternoon, and it was already nine o'clock. Qiao Wanrong put her phone back in her bag and drove to the company.
Su Caiyun saw Qiao Wanrong arrive and greeted her with a "Good morning." Qiao Wanrong nodded to her female secretary, feeling
somewhat embarrassed. She wondered what her five female subordinates thought of her after leaving Dream Paris the previous night. Waiting for
Qiao Wanrong in the reception room was a middle-aged woman named Wang Li, a partner in the real estate company. Her
husband was the director of the Lingjiang Finance Bureau. Qiao Wanrong didn't think much of Wang Li. Although Wang Li had
made a fortune through Zhang Weijun's connections, she had also put in a lot of effort and hard work. People like Wang Li, on the other hand, were
different; they only used public resources for personal gain and couldn't do anything else. Yet, such people still had a
place in the market, and to ensure the smooth operation of her business, Qiao Wanrong had to cooperate with them. For example, in this
old city redevelopment project, Zhang Weijun didn't support Qiao Wanrong developing the controversial plot of land.
Qiao Wanrong secretly contacted others to partner with, and Zhang Weijun could only turn a blind eye,
unable to force her to withdraw.
"Chairman Wang, what brings you to the company today?" Qiao Wanrong's buttocks were still burning with pain, and
she had to be careful even sitting on the sofa. Wang Li didn't notice Qiao Wanrong's unusual behavior and anxiously asked
how the pre-sale permit was going.
"Chairman Wang, don't worry, it should only take a month at most if we follow the procedure." Because Qiao Wanrong refused to betray Zhang
Weijun, Fang Yulong threatened to keep an eye on her company, which made Qiao Wanrong very worried about her real estate development company.
If Fang Yulong discovered some secrets about her company, it would be a huge blow to both her and Zhang Weijun. Qiao Wanrong didn't
dare to tamper with the pre-sale permit; if Fang Yulong found out and uncovered even bigger problems, it would be
a loss for her.
"A whole month? President Qiao, isn't that too long? My husband had a bad dream the night before last.
Could we try to expedite the pre-sale and recoup our funds?"
As the saying goes, if you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear. They weren't afraid when they embezzled funds, but now they're
terrified after just one dream. These corrupt officials claim to be atheists, yet they're the most prone to paranoia and
the most likely to worship gods and Buddhas. Qiao Wanrong sneered inwardly, but she still had to persuade Wang Li not to go astray recently. If Fang Yulong really
caught them doing something wrong, who knew what he might do? "Chairman Wang,
there's still a lot of controversy surrounding this plot of land we're developing. Many people are watching it. We'd better follow the rules recently, otherwise, if something is discovered,
it'll be a huge problem." Wang Li knew Qiao Wanrong was Zhang Weijun's sister-in-law, so she naturally had information channels Qiao Wanrong didn't know.
The "big trouble" Qiao Wanrong mentioned was definitely a disaster for her husband.
Wang Li left, and Qiao Wanrong returned to her office alone. Although the vibrator in her private parts caused her discomfort,
it was bearable. What Qiao Wanrong couldn't accept was that having a vibrator inserted in her vagina was an insult in itself.
Should she go to the restroom to remove it? Qiao Wanrong hesitated over this question. She didn't know
how Fang Yulong would check if she had a vibrator inserted. What if Fang Yulong found out she wasn't wearing one?
How would that bastard humiliate her? The thought of Fang Yulong sliding the vibrator around her anus sent shivers down Qiao Wanrong's spine
. Su Caiyun seemed no different from usual at work, but Qiao Wanrong felt that her secretary was acting
strangely today. When Qiao Wanrong reached the door, she told her secretary that there was nothing to do today and she could go home.
Su Caiyun was given the day off by her boss, but she felt uneasy. Was her boss still
embarrassed about that handsome young man from last night?
After leaving Xiuhe Residential Area, Xie Ming'an went straight to the pharmacy to buy medicine for his external injuries and returned home to apply it.
He no longer cared about the humiliation his wife might suffer in Xiuhe Residential Area. Even after applying the medicine and sitting on the sofa, Xie Ming'an still
felt uneasy. Should he leave Lingjiang or even leave Jiangdong altogether? Xie Ming'an believed that Fang Yulong's actions were
orchestrated by Fang Daming. If Fang Daming felt this was too lenient and came up with another way to deal with
him, he might suffer a terrible fate. But where would he go after leaving Lingjiang University? His current social status was
achieved at Lingjiang University, and this status was inseparable from Zhang Weijun's influence. If he left Lingjiang University,
he might become unknown again, something Xie Ming'an could not tolerate. It's like
someone accustomed to a life of luxury suddenly becoming destitute—they might not be able to bear it and commit suicide. Xie Ming'an didn't have the courage to commit suicide,
so he could only struggle with this dilemma.
Qiao Wanrong was humiliated all night, and Xie Ming'an struggled with this dilemma all night. When Zhang Weijun called to inquire about the situation
, Xie Ming'an said that Xia Zhuyi knew his identity and had become more cautious in her interactions with him. Xie Ming'an hung up the phone,
feeling a surge of smugness. He didn't tell Zhang Weijun that the Fang family had seen through their conspiracy. Telling Zhang
Weijun the truth would be tantamount to warning him of Fang Daming's retaliation, something Xie Ming'an didn't want
. He was currently hoping that Fang Daming would retaliate against Zhang Weijun, making him suffer like he had. Besides,
telling Zhang Weijun the truth would definitely anger him for betraying his wife. Although Xie Ming'an was a spineless man,
he wasn't stupid.

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