[The Sequel to Dance] Chapters 2 and 3 (Updated every Tuesday)

Author: robertdd
Word Count: 20k
2015-7-7 First Published
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Fang Yun left in a hurry, naturally because there was a better place for lunch—the Lin family were all vegetarians, and
after eating there twice, she no longer missed the gatherings with her old classmates.
Big fish! Big meat!
Humans evolved for five thousand years not to become herbivores!
Fang Yun said this with her hand on her conscience, but there was actually an even more important reason, just a little bit above her conscience
: those perfect, bell-shaped breasts were secreting nutrient-rich milk every minute, averaging
more than 3 liters a day, enough to supply the whole family—without
the supplement of high-protein, high-calorie, and high-sugar foods, this was unsustainable, like draining the pond to catch all the fish.
Of course, the Huang family's lunch was naturally much more sumptuous.
Uncle Huang, who opened a gym after graduation to seduce various young women, was also a carnivore who couldn't live without meat
. He and Fang Yun were actually a match made in heaven—at least at the dinner table.
Huang Jifeng's daughter was vacationing at her uncle's house when her mother unexpectedly pushed her into a brothel
. Don't let Huang Jifeng's roles as a lively fox spirit or a cute little
daughter in movies and TV dramas fool you; at home, she's the undisputed queen.
With their wealth and influence, finding their daughter a minor
role in any film crew would be a piece of cake, or getting her an internship at a TV station would be a simple
matter of asking. Even if she wanted to capitalize on her youth by selling her body, publishing legitimate adult videos, or
jumping on the digital bandwagon and selling her gigabytes of nude photos online, it would all be easy.
Even assuming the young girl obtained a license to work in the sex industry and wanted to sell her body,
there are plenty of high-end establishments like "Supreme No. 1" and "Above the Nine Heavens" in Beijing. Why would she choose
this tiny place with only one storefront, where the monthly rent isn't even enough for a meal for Huang Jifeng's family?
That's what Uncle Huang said about his sister, but she arrogantly tossed her braids, pointed at her brother's forehead,
and said, "What do you know? When we went to the capital, we only had two skirts and three pairs of shoes. We drank cold water to fill our stomachs
, and we had to lick the penis of the assistant director's dog to get extra work. During the lean season, we'd pay migrant workers three yuan a night to sleep with us so we could afford the bus to the film set. 　　I didn't care
if the person fucking me was a human, a dog, or even a pig !" 　　Hearing her mother reminisce about the hardships of the past, the little girl obediently accepted her fate. Putting everything else aside, selling herself at Aunt Murong's 　　shop is a hundred times better than being dragged to a construction site by her own mother to be gang-raped by migrant workers. Her mother 　　said that if she couldn't scrape together the tuition and living expenses for the next academic year before school started, she'd have to follow in her mother's footsteps 　　! 　　"What can I say about having a mother like that?" Xinling said, burying her face in her steak with resentment, while 　　looking at the serious-looking Fang Yun with a belly full of grievances. 　　Fang Yun had already devoured her lunch in a flash—there wasn't much time for leisurely 　　eating in the army, and she maintained this good habit—and was now carefully reviewing the documents Xinling had prepared. 　　Xinling was a third-year student at the Music Academy of the Capital University of Arts, and normally she should be preparing for internships and job hunting 　　. In her file folder, besides her resume, there was a thick stack of photocopies of various certificates: a 　　national level three certificate in classical dance, a level eight certificate in piano, level six certificates in two foreign languages, and transcripts with grades 　　of either S or A in all subjects—but to no avail. 　　Her decision to become a prostitute has nothing to do with whether she plays the piano well, dances gracefully, or speaks several languages 　　. Xinling grew up surrounded by her parents' love; aside from her 　　first sexual experience, she had never shed a tear. It seems Ji Feng 　　went to great lengths 　　to ensure her daughter understood reality before entering society. 　　"Your sexual history is quite simple," Fang Yun said, flipping through her resume. "Your father, your uncle, and 　　a few close classmates and teachers—basically, your family and school circles. 　　Didn't your mother take you to her social network?" Xinling thought for a moment: "My mother didn't take me when I was little. Later, she did, but 　　she made me leave 　　before they even started ." 　　Celebrity social circles are nothing but a massive, promiscuous party. Fang Yun recalled seeing 　　celebrities on variety shows, and couldn't help but feel that Ji Feng was being a little too protective of her daughter 　　. However, Fang Yun 　　herself was reluctant 　　to let such a lovely and delicate daughter be defiled by those bad men in the entertainment industry . 　　"Alright, your uncle should have told you some basic facts about prostitution, right?" 　　The characters 姬 (ji), 伎 (ji), and 妓 (ji) sound similar but have different meanings.　　姬 (ji) is a term for a beautiful woman, a formalized form of the colloquial word "beauty." A beautiful woman who dances is called 　　a 舞姬 (wu ji), and a beautiful woman who sings is called a 歌姬 (ge ji). In short, it's a common term and doesn't imply anything.　　伎 (ji), although many less rigorous authors might confuse this with the latter 　　, a meticulous and responsible editor would still warn them: don't make jokes.　　伎 (ji) is usually used for women who possess both beauty and talent. They often have a particular talent, especially 　　in the arts. A woman who plays the violin exceptionally well is called a "琴之技 (qin zhi ji)." 　　If you saw Xinling's mother's name in the newspaper, it would definitely be "名伎 (ming ji)" (famous witty woman), not "名妓 (ming ji)." 　　Of course, prostitutes also sell their bodies, but for them, selling their bodies is also a form of art. For example, Huang Jifeng 　　's early films like *Girl's Lament in the Basement* and her debut 　　film *The Brothel Like the Wind* contain many explicit sex scenes, but this kind of selling 　　is still different from the selling of sex by prostitutes. 　　According to the official definition, a prostitute is a service industry worker whose primary activity is selling sexual intercourse.

While both sex workers and prostitutes fall under the broad category of the tertiary sector, the former is regulated by the Bureau of Industry and Commerce, while the latter
is regulated by the Ministry of Truth.
To become a renowned prostitute, one needs to cultivate inner beauty and hone external skills. Every year, the entrance exams for geisha schools
attract countless beautiful women lining up to take the test. However, even graduating from a geisha school doesn't guarantee
becoming a renowned prostitute; it's a highly accidental event. Some become
idols in a daze, while others, despite their best efforts, only manage to play minor, insignificant roles.
Becoming a renowned prostitute, on the other hand, seems much simpler. After passing the health bureau's test and obtaining a "Sex
Worker Physiological License," one can apply for a professional qualification certificate from the Bureau of Industry and Commerce. With this certificate,
one can apply to any brothel nationwide to work as a prostitute. Whether one performs well or not depends on oneself.
If one's appearance isn't good enough, plastic surgery can be performed; if one's breasts aren't large enough, saline implants can be added; if one's waist isn't slim enough, liposuction can be done; if one's
vulva isn't pink enough, various surgeries can improve it…
To become a renowned prostitute, with effort, success is possible one day.
Therefore, there's a saying in the brothel circle: "There are no ugly prostitutes, only lazy prostitutes."
Why is it that some prostitutes can
entertain white-collar successful men in high-end establishments like "Emperor No. 1" or "Nine Heavens Beyond the Clouds," earning 30,000 yuan a month in tips, while others can only sit in
fast food restaurants near train stations, spreading their legs for 50 yuan a time or 200 yuan for an overnight stay, readily available for sex?
Why is it that some prostitutes can wear gold and jade, have no shortage of silk and satin, work three days
a week and only see one client a day, while others work from morning till night, so busy that no one gets a drink and they
barely earn enough to make ends meet?
Why is it that the beautiful women of Wu and Yue in brothels walk naked on the red carpet,
blinded by the flashing lights behind them, while others are wrapped in tattered clothes and are chased away by city management officers
: "Obstructing public appearance, fine!"
The entertainment industry is a place of luck, the brothel circle is a place of hard work. Huang Jifeng was lucky
; she weathered the toughest two years and managed to make a decent living. However, she didn't dare
gamble her daughter's future happiness on something as unpredictable as luck. She preferred that her daughter rely on her own hard work, combined with a bit of
natural beauty and talent from her mother, to steadily and surely build her own success.
What mother doesn't love her children? It's just that different mothers express their love in different ways.
Furthermore, in the end, there's no difference between the most famous courtesan and the most captivating prostitute.
Countless courtesans rose to fame and entered the entertainment industry, reaching the big screen. Many of the most famous courtesans,
even after leaving the stage, continued to perform as courtesans, entertaining their patrons.
Like Xinling's mother, Huang Jifeng, she had played countless famous courtesans, young ladies from noble families,
princesses, and noblewomen on stage and screen. She was also a prostitute at the renowned "Royal Villa" club in the capital
, charging 100,000 yuan per night. Countless high-ranking officials and noblemen knelt before her,
showering her with jewelry and precious stones at her mere smile. All of this was
the result of her own hard work.
Fang Yun, with the utmost respect for a mother, left the Huang family, preparing to move on to her next destination.
After a hearty meal, she naturally wanted to have some tea to digest. Fang Yun thus arrived at
Tianshui Teahouse—a property owned by the Beibei family. Beibei had fallen in love with the over-fifty-year-old doorman, Uncle Qin, at school.
For him, she not only became pregnant and gave birth but also abandoned her studies, truly demonstrating the boundless power of love
.
Old Qin is now seventy years old, and he's no longer able to handle the glamorous young girls at the dance academy.
Although he often laments his age, he's not
as capable as he used to be. His three stay-at-home wives are a different story altogether.
He Xian'er, the eldest sister, played an important
role in the "Train Pervert" series before graduation. If she had seriously pursued an acting career, her achievements might not have been inferior to Huang Jifeng's. Unfortunately,
after a couple of unsuccessful short dramas, she became a full-time mother. Over the years,
she has given birth to three sons and two daughters, and her current job is selling face masks on social media.
Jia Jia, the youngest sister, has had the most tumultuous life. At twenty,
she was conscripted into the military as a prostitute. Military prostitution was a government-sponsored program to prevent the wealthy from having
sex with beautiful women every day while the poor were left only with the tragedy of masturbating on computers. The government would conscript girls from society
to serve as cheap, low-cost, or even free prostitutes for low-income individuals to satisfy their sexual
desires.
This was intended as a benevolent policy, but its implementation was rife with corruption. Every year, the civil affairs department
recruited a large number of beautiful young women for national use, yet the poor still complained that they were either always
in line or the prostitutes were so ugly they couldn't bring themselves to sleep with them.
Where did beautiful girls like Jiajia go? Much later, we learned a little about it from Jiajia herself
. Some prostitutes were intercepted and divided among officials at various levels, with the audacious and ruthless
replacing the best, fair-skinned, beautiful, and elegant girls from their own country with short, dark-skinned, monkey-like girls imported from Java to profit from the situation. This wasn't even the worst
part. The officials in charge often colluded, reporting a container full of prostitutes as "disappeared
" before brazenly appropriating them for themselves. They either sold them to sex slave training centers or turned them into various sex toys
, selling them at high prices to those with extreme tastes.
In their own city, a lowly deputy section chief in the Civil Affairs Department, in less than ten years, used falsified
reports and fabricated deaths to turn over a thousand healthy and lively prostitutes into his private property, opening
a large entertainment club that swaggered around for a time. If it weren't for the fact that the youngest daughter of some unnamed figure
was also conscripted into prostitution and then "died suddenly from illness" after only three months, that club would probably still be
operating normally.
Jiajia was relatively lucky; she wasn't sold to any strange places, but was simply used as a sex slave.
After several months of training, she was rescued before she could act, thanks to the dismantling of a massive corruption ring.
After her rescue, Qiaqia continued working as a camp prostitute for three more years, those three years
spent entirely on various construction sites. Besides her, probably no other woman had
ever been fucked by twenty mud-covered construction workers in the dark of a subway tunnel under construction, nor had many others had ever
"soared through the clouds" with a crane operator in a lotus position atop a 200-meter-high iron tower. And indeed, very
few people would, on New Year's Eve, perform unsatisfied masturbation while embracing a freshly plastered cement pillar, or perform
a pole dance with large rebar between their labia to please the migrant workers who wouldn't be going home; and probably no one else
would, after their conscription period ended, return to those familiar migrant workers, letting their hot
penises fill their three holes once more, their thick semen filling their womb once more.
Jiajia had seven children in total. Except for her first daughter, who was born with Lao Qin, the other six
were all children of migrant workers. She named them according to the location of her pregnancies: Yunche, Xiaohan,
Beiqiao, Anfang, Xinbai, and Dier (representing the construction sites of the roller coaster, culvert, Jiangbei Bridge, affordable housing,
Xinbai Building, and Metro Line 2). Yunche and Beiqiao were her beloved sons, and the rest were girls
. Perhaps in the future, they would inherit their mother's work habits and contribute to the sexual well-being of the migrant workers
.
Beibei didn't have the same dramatic life experiences as her sisters. She stayed by Lao Qin's side, happily
being his favored concubine. After giving birth to her first daughter, Yunqi, she had twins twice more, two sons
and two daughters. She felt her life was basically complete—if only she didn't have to worry about her eldest daughter Yunqi's future
.
"You've given birth to a bookworm," Bei Bei said, brewing tea for Fang Yun while launching into a long-winded conversation. Yun Qi was
a bright girl, always ranking first in her grade, never causing Bei Bei
any worry in that regard. She skipped grades throughout her schooling, graduating from university at just nineteen and diligently
preparing for the bar exam—Yun Qi attended one of the best law schools in the country, receiving a first-class scholarship.
Becoming a top lawyer and reaching the pinnacle of her career seemed inevitable.
However, Bei Bei was starting to worry about her daughter's delayed romantic development. In her words, her daughter had become book-smart but
foolish, constantly muttering things like, "Sex slaves are subject to property law, prostitutes to contract law, and
the relationship between a brothel owner and a prostitute is a labor contract..." Good heavens! What good is memorizing all that if she doesn't go out and find a man, the tax
bureau will be coming to collect a "single dog tax"!
Logically speaking, Yunqi knew plenty of high-quality men. Her school was
for people with IQs over 180; if she could hook up with someone she liked and have several super-intelligent babies
, it would be wonderful. But this brat spent all her time in the library researching
pointless questions like who owned the breast milk after a sex slave was placed under a lien. Beibei almost wanted to sell her into sex slavery too,
like Jiajia, to a migrant worker's home to be properly educated by the migrant workers in the Great Southern Kingdom.
However, despite her angry words, Beibei
couldn't bear to let her precious daughter, whom she was so proud of, be gang-raped by hundreds of farmers. So, when someone's roadside shop opened, Beibei sold herself and her daughter
to the madam, Murong Li. Firstly, to let her daughter experience what sex was like firsthand; secondly,
with Beibei present, she wouldn't worry about her daughter being abused too much.
"Qiqi, come here, let your Aunt Fang take a look." Beibei caught a glimpse of her daughter flashing past outside and
got up to beckon her in. Fang Yun saw a graceful young woman respond to the call. She wore a blue and white
sailor-style short skirt, her long hair was styled into an elegant bun on her head, and cute
animal decorations adorned her glossy black hair, reminding everyone that she was still a girl who loved beauty.
Yunqi entered the private room separated by a bamboo curtain: "Mom, hello Auntie. What's up?"
"Let your Auntie take a look. The opening is next week. You haven't even sent over a single nude photo, and
your Aunt Fang has to make a trip herself." Without saying a word, Beibei snatched the thick book from her daughter's hands and placed it on the table,
reaching out to unbutton her clothes. Fang Yun glanced at the mountain of books, but seeing the title
"On the Differentiation Principles of Sex Slave Purchase and Sale Contracts" on the cover, she immediately felt a headache coming on.
Beibei had already taken off her daughter's coat. Yunqi was only wearing a white embroidered bra underneath, the girl's
youthful, firm breasts pushing the bra high, and her navel was vaguely visible. Beibei rolled up
the bottom edge of the bra, and Yunqi raised her hands, muttering helplessly, "It's cold... the air conditioning is on
..."
"Bookworm, weak body." Beibei laughed and tossed her daughter's bra onto the stool, then went behind her to
untie her skirt. Yunqi was a little shy, or perhaps afraid of the cold, and covered her chest, her pair of jade-like arms covering her
snow-capped peaks, but it couldn't stop Fang Yun's precise and professional gaze from her delicate collarbone,
through her smooth, tofu-like skin, down to her slightly sunken abdomen below her ribs. Her delicate navel, though unadorned
, was already breathtakingly beautiful in its natural form. Yunqi's skirt fell to the ground, revealing her
long, slender legs encased in stockings. She seemed embarrassed, her legs tightly closed, one hand covering
her vulva, which was concealed by a pair of cute cartoon-patterned panties. But this was a futile effort
, as her mother easily pushed it down to her knees.
"Go, let Auntie see clearly," Beibei pushed her daughter towards Fang Yun. It was indeed a pure,
innocent vulva, with soft, supple pubic hair, pink and tender labia majora and minora, and a delicate
, verdant vaginal opening. The tiny clitoris was hidden within, easily missed without close inspection. Unlike many girls nowadays who like to
enhance their genitals with nipple rings and clitoral beads, Yunqi's vulva was clean and untouched by any artificial
enhancements. Fang Yun leaned in and took a deep sniff. Sure enough, there was no strong cosmetic scent,
only the faint, natural fragrance of a young girl's vulva. She carefully parted Yun Qi's vulva with both hands.
She exposed the depths of her little-known honey pot to the fullest extent. In the depths of this paradise, there was a different kind of beauty. The tender red
flesh was layered with intricate petals, like a blooming peony, its blossoms fluttering and captivating.
Fang Yun opened her arms and pinched Yun Qi's slender waist, then casually touched her buttocks: "For
example, you can do all sorts of positions."
Hearing her praise of her daughter, Bei Bei couldn't help but smile broadly: "My daughter may be a bit of a blockhead,
but she's naturally alluring. Last year at the party, she danced a solo, and before the party even ended, handsome men
lined up to woo her."
Fang Yun stood up. Yun Qi, about her height, lowered her head shyly. Bei Bei lifted
her daughter's breasts from behind: "Look at these little breasts, not big, but perky and so attractive. I've seen
her social media profile, what's it called? My daughter occasionally posts selfies after showering, and a bunch of wolves are begging for them
."
Fang Yun also gave them a squeeze; they were firm and erect, indeed impressive, with two nipples protruding straight from the surface of the breasts
, perfect for being sucked.
"You don't have much sexual experience, do you? How many times a month?"
Yunqi blushed. "Only once or twice at the professor's house."
"This child, sigh." Beibei helped her daughter get dressed. "What can I say... When I take you out
, you complain about my poor taste. When I let you find someone yourself, you can't find anyone. And when you go to the professor's house, he has to call you
. You're so clueless."
"It's okay, she'll get used to it after a few more times." Fang Yun winked at Beibei. "She'll like it once she gets used to it.
"
Yunqi silently finished dressing, picked up her books again, and as she left the cubicle, she suddenly remembered
something. "Mom, the health bureau said I have to do another physiological test before opening."
"What a hassle, it costs money..." Beibei frowned. "Why are you telling me this?
Talk to the boss lady, she'll pay."
Yunqi pouted. "How should I know... The health bureau told me to talk to Mom."
Fang Yun chuckled. "Silly girl, this 'Mom' isn't your mom, it's the shop's mom."
*******The Dividing Line Towards Health and Quarantine******
"Now you know what I hate most?" Murong Li said
to Fang Yun while taking off her clothes, "It's dealing with government agencies! I've lost five pounds just to open this little shop!"
You don't know how difficult things are until you're in charge. To open a mini-brothel with only two storefronts, upstairs and downstairs, Murong Li had
lost count of how many times she'd run to the government district. First, she had to apply for an individual business license, then
register her employees' information at the Civil Affairs Bureau, and then obtain a tax registration certificate from the Tax Bureau. After obtaining all three certificates, she needed to
get an inspection and quarantine certificate from the health department. With that, she had to apply for an outdoor advertising permit and a nighttime operation permit from the Urban Management Bureau
, which also required a hearing—nighttime operation would disturb the residents, so she needed the consent of nearby residents
. During the renovation process, she naturally had to run to the fire department and the police station, and unexpectedly, she also had to go to the health
bureau's sex service practitioner quarantine center to get another health and quarantine certificate.
As for why, Murong Li couldn't explain it either; her head was already spinning from all these permits and certificates
.
"Mom, this quarantine is different from the previous one. The previous one was a physical examination for professional qualifications,
this one is a special physical examination for practicing." Yun Qi had already started calling Murong Li "Mom"
—after looking it up in the dictionary, the child finally understood that not only her biological mother was "Mom," but in the brothel, the madam was also "Mom."
"I'm so dizzy." Murong Li rubbed her forehead. "Good girl, tell Mom what's different
."
They all put their belongings into transparent bags with name tags and handed them
to the masked nurse. Yun Qi explained, "The professional qualification check is just the qualification to sell your body.
Simply put, if you're female, alive, and don't have infectious diseases, you can pass the check. The on-the-job special check requires
collecting comprehensive information and is specifically designed for the physiological characteristics and occupational features of prostitutes—there's a place to get the medical examination
forms over there, let's go."
"I'll go get them for my sisters." Yi Yi and Ning Ning, being the youngest, were naturally the most diligent. They
ran off in their slippers and returned with a stack of medical examination forms in no time.
"Let's split up," Murong Li said, glancing around. "Yiyi, Ningning, you two go with
your older sister, and Xinling too. The four of you will start with internal medicine. The rest of us will start here."
"Okay, Mom, see you at the door when we're done." Jingjing waved her medical examination form and led her younger sisters to line up in the internal medicine department
.
They had gotten up very early today. The doctor in internal medicine had just opened the door to the examination room with a yawn when the four girls
filed in and placed their medical examination forms on his desk.
"Ah, okay, one at a time." The doctor, used to seeing women without clothes, didn't react at all,
which was rather sad.
"You haven't had any water or food, have you?" The doctor patted the stainless steel examination bed. "Come up and lie down.
Did you have a bowel movement this morning?"
"No." The eldest sister, Jingjing, was the first to come up, so of course she had to set a good example for her younger sisters.
She climbed onto the examination bed, and as the doctor instructed, lay face down with her buttocks raised. A nurse skillfully, almost
without even looking, inserted a catheter into her urethra. The speed and dexterity were so fast that before
Jingjing could even cry out, the nurse reported to the doctor, "It's in place."
The doctor, sitting on a wheeled stool, wheeled over. He pressed down on Jingjing's buttocks with one hand and used the other to guide
the anal dilator, aiming it at her small, light brown anus. The nurse applied some Vaseline to the tip, and
the doctor pressed down firmly. Jingjing instinctively gripped the leather pillow. The cold metal probe
moved forward and tumbled in her anus, occasionally spurting out warm fluid. The doctor operated
the robotic arm while looking down at the LCD screen.
"Hmm... normal... no hemorrhoids, neither internal nor external, neither mixed nor internal hemorrhoids," the doctor muttered.
As the trigger of the syringe was pressed, distilled water continuously sprayed from the nozzle of the anal dilator. The nurse
stared at the scale: "500ml...1000ml..."
A full kilogram of distilled water was suddenly poured into her intestines, and Jingjing felt she was about to collapse. She
could almost hear her intestines trembling and rumbling. If her anus hadn't been completely blocked by that metal anal dilator,
she would have screamed and ejaculated a rainbow!
The doctor placed his hand on her lower abdomen and felt the peristalsis of her intestines for a while. Although it was only for a few
seconds, beads of sweat had already appeared on Jingjing's forehead.
"Okay, the function is completely normal." After the doctor removed his hand, the nurse pulled the catheter out from under Jingjing
. It turned out that she had unknowingly lost control of her bladder. The doctor removed the anal dilator from the robotic arm and attached
a handle to its tail. "Go next door and remove this," he said.
Jingjing, feeling like she'd been granted a reprieve, clapped her legs together and ran towards the "Restaurant" sign on the door next door. Judging by her hurried pace
, she was probably waiting for that gushing sensation. Sure enough, a dozen seconds later, a series
of strange, crackling sounds came from next door, the door barely closed. The girls' faces couldn't help but show some odd
expressions.
"Alright, who's next?" The doctor watched as the nurse changed to a new rectal dilator, patting the
bottom of Yiyi, who was closest to him. "Little girl, how about we start with you? What's your name?"
While the four girls were receiving enemas, Murong Li, Fang Yun, and the others were undergoing breast examinations.
The young women calmly faced the doctor's hands touching their breasts, then having a long needle
extracted some breast cells for analysis. But when Yunqi saw the needle, seemingly longer than her index finger, about to pierce
her breast, she was so frightened that she ran into her mother's arms, causing the nurse to chuckle.
Whether it was chuckles or mockery, after Beibei hugged her daughter, covered her eyes, and let the nurse give the girl
a hard prick in her delicate breast, Yunqi was already a little afraid of the next examination.
For the three young women, a gynecological examination 　　was nothing out of the ordinary – sitting comfortably on the examination chair with their legs crossed, letting the speculum penetrate
their vaginas and open their cervix, allowing the doctor to see their insides clearly. But for the teenage girl, 　　it was a different story. Yunqi's face flushed red as the speculum dilated her vagina to the size of a fist, and the cold metal touching her tender 　　cervix sent shivers down her spine. Her mother, Beibei, held her trembling upper body 　　to prevent the doctor from being disturbed. 　　As the cervix was forcibly opened by the metal plate and acidic disinfectant was injected into the uterus, Yunqi clung tightly 　　to her mother's waist, saying in distress, "Mom, I feel uncomfortable." 　　"It's alright, it'll be alright in a little while," Beibei comforted her daughter, kissing her forehead. The doctor 　　inserted the probe into the uterus, muttering to the nurse while watching the display on the LCD screen: "Uterine 　　wall normal, fallopian tubes normal, ovarian development normal..." 　　Although everything was normal, the girl still grimaced when she came out of the examination room. In 　　the corridor, they encountered the four sisters, all clutching their buttocks. 　　"How are you all?" Murong Li asked her daughters with concern. Jingjing made a face: "The internal 　　medicine examination is finished, everything else is fine, but the enema... was a bit too intense." 　　"The vaginal examination wasn't pleasant either," Yunqi said, still rubbing her lower abdomen: "My uterus still hurts." 　　The girls all made faces, but the young women smiled sweetly: "Hurry up, there are other procedures. Hurry 　　up and finish, Mom will treat you to dinner." 　　After the enema, breast examination, examination of the vagina and uterus, and checks of the teeth and mouth, 　　the key procedures of a professional prostitute were completed one by one. By the time everyone was dressed and gathered in the lobby, it was almost nine o'clock 　　. 　　"Let's go for brunch!" Since she was her mother, Murong Li naturally had to pay, after all, her good sisters Fang 　　Yun and Bei Bei would be calling her "Mom" from now on. 　　They ordered a private room in the bright and clean restaurant, some fruit and snacks, and while the waiters dawdled 　　, Murong Li and her "daughters" chatted. 　　Women sitting together usually did the same few things: compare whose face was prettier, whose breasts were bigger, whose waist was slimmer, and whose 　　legs were longer; they discussed cosmetics, shared gossip, and time flew by pleasantly. 　　After some comparison, among the three young women, Fang Yun's breasts were the most impressive, followed by Murong Li's, while Bei Bei 　　's were the smallest. But among the girls, Bei Bei's daughter, Yun Qi, quietly made a stunning comeback, 　　matching Jing Jing's breasts. Their breasts were similar in size, but each had its own unique shape. Yunqi's breasts were round and full, with 　　two deep red nipples like dates, standing erect on steamed buns. Jingjing's breasts were shaped 　　like teardrops, with tender pink areolas and nipples, slightly upturned, making her look very cute. Xinling's breasts 　　were slightly smaller, like jade bowls inverted on her chest, with two rosy points like peach blossoms intoxicated. As for Yiyi and Ningning, these two little beauties 　　, their breasts were not yet fully formed, only small enough to be grasped in one hand, but their future was limitless. 　　But when it came to leg length, Xinling was the envy of everyone. Although the girls were all about the same height, Xinling's 　　legs were ten centimeters longer than her sisters', making everyone else envious. 　　"If I had legs like that, I would be the tallest girl in the whole school," Yunqi 　　said with some envy. Obviously, being with a group of vibrant young girls 　　brought out her innate girlish nature more than being with a group of black-robed judges. 　　The waiter, arriving late, finally brought their food. The girls, already starving, 　　devoured their breakfast with the speed of a lioness who hadn't eaten for three days and three nights on the African savanna. Picking their teeth, Bei 　　Bei suggested, "Let's go to the shop and take a look." 　　This suggestion was unanimously approved. Murong Li even held Yun Qi's hand warmly 　　and thanked her the whole way, saying that if it weren't for her knowledge of various laws and regulations, the shop would have been harassed by those clerks in the government office for who knows 　　how long.

The establishment was located in a red-light district on Dongcheng Avenue. The entire street, from east to west, was lined with these
small brothels with two or three storefronts. The ancients said, "Food and sex are human nature." These two things have a great deal in common.
To survive, one needs to eat and drink; to continue the family line, one must have sexual intercourse. Homosexuality
has no future in this regard.
And no matter how delicious the food at home is, people always need to go out for a treat; therefore, regardless of whether a man has
three wives and four concubines or a large harem, he always wants to try different flavors. Thus, restaurants exist, and thus,
brothels exist.
Restaurants range from high-end star-rated hotels where a glass of lemonade costs 888 yuan with no bargaining. Brothels also range from
extravagantly luxurious establishments where a membership card costs at least 100,000 yuan to even get in.
Restaurants also range from cheap, low-quality eateries using gutter oil to all-you-can-eat four dishes and soup for 20 yuan. Brothels also
exist, including illegal prostitution stalls set up on the roadside, charging 30 yuan for a quickie, and then nobody
knows anyone afterward.
When a street is lined with ordinary restaurants, a brothel like "Lou Wai Lou" won't suddenly appear and spoil the atmosphere.
When a red-light district caters to ordinary working-class citizens, a royal-themed nightclub won't stand alongside
it.
Murong Li did dream of opening a dazzling, super-luxurious, members-only nightclub, hiring ten or eight nationally
renowned top hostesses, with exclusive agreements signed by celebrities like Bingbing and Ziyi. Without a million yuan
, you wouldn't even dare order a drink—such a nightclub would be nothing short of a money laundering machine. Therefore, Murong Li knew she couldn't
open one without the connections. Running a simple, people-oriented brothel, a self-employed
individual, paying taxes on time, and operating legally was perfectly fine.
The two storefronts, following the tradition of this industry, both have floor-to-ceiling glass windows facing the street, where they can
be used for free performances to attract customers. As for the specific content, they can learn from the surrounding businesses;
it's nothing more than striptease, pole dancing, and self-touching dance—the basics are endless. Performing ballet or classical dance here would be
pointless.
Pushing open the door, a cashier's counter greets them. Murong Li points to the scene: "There are six rooms in total,
four upstairs and two downstairs. After opening, the daughters will greet customers here at the front desk. Once customers choose, they can go to the cashier
to select a private room. The four upstairs rooms are themed, with pirate, desert, ancient, and futuristic
styles. The two downstairs rooms are regular rooms."
Yun Qi spins around in place: "Mom, are we just going to stand here and let people choose like an idiot?"
Bei Bei taps her daughter's forehead: "My dear, you've really gone crazy from studying! Of course you need to wear your work uniform
. You have to greet customers with a smile as soon as they walk in. " "If he touches your breasts, stick your chest out;
if he pinches your waist, press yourself against him."
Murong Li opened a private room downstairs: "There's a bed and a sofa in here, you can play any position you want.
There's also a bathroom, you can take a bath together, as long as it's within an hour, you can use it however you want,
there are all kinds of props in the bedside table." As she spoke, she opened a drawer, and saw that several drawers were full of all kinds of sex
toys, such as handcuffs and shackles, low-temperature candles and special ropes for bondage, barbed condoms, vibrating
cat tails, gags and forked whips. The dazzling array of props left Xinling and Yunqi completely bewildered.
"What are all these things... for?"
"These are all good things." Fang Yun picked up a leather whip and gently stroked the tip. "When the time comes
, you'll fall in love with it and be unable to stop."
For some reason, the mysterious smile of this elegant older sister made all the girls feel a little
uneasy, as if there was a strange chill in the midst of the hot summer.
3 　　In the blink of an eye, time flies. Murong Li's "Seven Fairies" brothel had been open for almost half a month. It wasn't exactly
bustling 　　with customers, but it was busy every day. One girl would be seen off with a smile, and another would immediately throw herself into the arms of another 　　. The girls were all very busy. 　　The weather forecast said that there might be a typhoon in the next two days, and the sycamore trees at the entrance swayed 　　like the slender waists of the girls. None of the barbecue carts that usually come out at night are here—in the red-light district, the busiest 　　businesses probably aren't the brothels, but the unlicensed vendors selling grilled leeks and spicy pork kidneys. It seems that thinking 　　outside the box is the key to making money! It looks like everyone's staying home tonight, and business in the red-light district is bound to be affected 　　. 　　After seeing off the last customer who was willing to risk everything for a quickie, Murong Li called down the 　　Yi Yi and Ning Ning sisters, who were laughing and joking while hugging a steel pipe in the shop window, to come down and eat watermelon. A group of beautiful women, young and old, still wearing their standard 　　sexy outfits, were gathered around a trash can, devouring watermelons—it was quite a sight. 　　Murong Li's custom-made uniform was truly embarrassing. She wore rabbit ears shaped like donkey ears (the manufacturer 　　claimed it was to avoid intellectual property rights, but Murong Li thought they were just trying to pass off inferior goods; after haggling, 　　she let it go since she got a 30% discount). The triangular lace-trimmed see-through bra barely covered half of her breasts 　　—even for the two sisters, Yi Yi and Ning Ning, who had the smallest breasts, it only covered 　　about half. She wore sky-high heels that made it feel like she was walking on tiptoe, fishnet 　　stockings, and erotic panties that could hardly be called underwear. 　　Yun Qi looked at the narrow thing, barely half the size of her hand, and couldn't believe it could be classified 　　as "clothing." Her mother, however, didn't waste any time and quickly put the 　　contraption of ropes and a piece of cloth on her. 　　This thing was less like underwear and more accurately described as a "shade." Aside from 　　a small piece of fabric covering the vulva, the rest was made entirely of thin ropes. A 　　red rope, thinner than fishing line, ran from below the vulva, constricting the buttocks and connecting to the waist, 　　serving no purpose other than causing constant discomfort in the buttocks. 　　Of course, Murong Li had prepared more than one set of professional attire for her "daughters," but almost every set...

This reflects the mother's perverse tastes and vulgar perspective. However, what is vulgar is precisely what the masses like.
Although Jingjing felt
it was quite shameful to wear a cheongsam with slits up to her armpits to hand out flyers at the door—the main content of which was close-up pictures of herself and her sisters lying on the sofa with their legs wrapped around their legs and their vulvas spread open—it
seems that this vulgar advertising method has achieved some success so far.
"Sister Yunqi, how many customers did you have today?"
"Four... um, four."
"That big fat guy just now, I think he ordered you, right?"
"Yeah, is there a problem? Do you know that fat guy?"
"No, I just heard that fat guy's penis is small, Sister Yunqi, is that true?" Yunqi
smiled, scratching the back of her neck where her suspenders tickled: "Well, actually, the absolute length isn't small,
it's just the relative length... haha."
"By the way, Jingjing, that blond guy yesterday was your brother, wasn't he?"
"Yes. How was it? His penis was big, was
n't it!" "So thick!" Beibei gestured excitedly: "You know, I
held you and your brother when you were little, and even changed your diapers. I never thought I'd get to let him have sex with you. Haha, that kid even gave me a tip
."
"That brat, he's showing off with just a little pocket money. I'm going to tell my mom to discipline him when we get home."
"Yiyi, how many customers did you have yesterday?"
"Oh dear... I haven't counted yet... I think it's about ten."
"You have twelve, I have thirteen." Ningning counted for her.
"How are you feeling? Can you handle it?"
"I'm fine, I'm great." Yiyi patted her belly: "My belly is full, and my mouth down there is full too
."
"Yiyi likes to be filled with semen." Ningning bluntly revealed: "My belly is full of semen." "
Oh, doesn't Ningning like being filled with semen?"
"I'd rather they give me a facial." Ningning smiled a little embarrassedly: "They say facials are good for your skin."
The sisters were chatting excitedly, but only Xinling remained silent, shrinking into a corner, quietly munching on
watermelon and playing on her phone. Murong Li suddenly noticed her daughter, who seemed a bit withdrawn, and went over to her. "Xinling,
what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell today?"
"No, Mom," Xinling looked up, hesitatingly saying, "I want to call my mom."
"Go ahead, there aren't any customers right now."
"But when I try to call, the line is always busy..." Xinling's face was filled with anxiety. Murong Li, however, remained as
nonchalant as ever: "Perhaps your mom is busy."
Before she finished speaking, a gust of wind blew through the room, and the girls couldn't help but shiver. It turned out that a
customer had pushed open the door and entered. Beibei, who was closest to the door, quickly stood up and approached, smiling broadly, saying,
"Sir, are you here to have some fun? Do you have a girl you like?"
The guest, wearing a raincoat and a hood, glanced at all the beauties in the room and then
said in a deep voice to Xinling, who was standing in the corner, "That's her."
"Register your ID." Fang Yun opened the door to room number one and took the ID card from the man, handing
it to Murong Li at the counter for scanning.
"Okay, room number one." Beibei and Yunqi made way for Xinling, who put down her phone and
walked over somewhat reluctantly. The guest roughly pulled her, and Xinling stumbled as he dragged her into the room. Then, with
a "bang," the door slammed shut, leaving the beauties outside looking at each other in bewilderment.
Jingjing listened intently at the door for a while: "I feel like something's not right."
Yunqi nodded in agreement: "He's too fierce, his eyes are like a murderer's."
"Could he really be a serial killer?" Beibei suddenly hugged her daughter: "Is he going to
rape and kill us one by one?"
"Don't be afraid, we're connected to the police station here." Murong Li reassured everyone: "It
seems he's not a fugitive."
The girls seemed a little relieved, and they all climbed to the door to listen again, but this was a brothel, and
the soundproofing between rooms was excellent; they couldn't hear anything at all. What happened inside
was known only to Xinling.
******Curiosity killed the cat******
The man took off his raincoat and sat on the edge of the bed. His hair was messy, like a famous brand of coffee
. He wore an old and wrinkled tracksuit, paired with cracked leather shoes, and his
face was full of "discontent." Even with the dim pink light in the room... It was clear
that time had prematurely etched its heavy marks on the man; his spine was bent under the weight of his burdens
, and his hands and feet were no longer as nimble. Xinling looked at him with complicated emotions, unsure of
what to say or do.
"The last time I saw you, you were only this big," the man gestured. Xinling instinctively took
two steps back; clearly, it hadn't been a pleasant encounter.
"Come here, baby. Let me see what you look like now." The man stretched out his hands. Xinling hesitated,
but still leaned in. He pinched the skin on her waist, his eyes gleaming with a hungry light, like a ravenous
wolf eyeing its prey.
"Your mother wouldn't tell me where you were, but I still found you." The man ripped off
the piece of cloth barely covering Xinling's breasts. "Baby, baby… Daddy finally found you!"
Xinling tried to struggle, but the man held her tightly, shaking her violently. Her
white breasts heaved violently, and for some reason, the two rosy nipples were erect.
"Baby...your mother won't let Daddy see you. But Daddy loves you. Daddy has no money, no power.
But Daddy loves you." The man forcefully pulled Xinling into his arms, his rough hands caressing and kneading
her tender breasts. "Let Daddy see, ah, baby's grown up, your breasts are all perky, your nipples are hard
, your breasts are so big, let Daddy touch them properly, let Daddy touch them to his heart's content!" The man muttered these incomprehensible
words while holding the petite Xinling in his arms and rubbing her in various ways. Xinling struggled a few times, but she couldn't resist his...
The man's strength easily pushed her onto the bed, her useless panties flying
off somewhere. As he unbuckled his belt, he pressed himself against her:
"Baby, do you know how much Daddy has missed you all these years?
So much! Every night I think of you. If it weren't for your mother's ghost, you would already be Daddy's, you would have been... fucked to your heart's content!"
He growled as he thrust his rock-hard penis straight into Xinling's tender vagina.
Although the foreplay was insufficient, thankfully they applied lubricant before each session, otherwise, this
forceful insertion would have torn her vagina.
Each thrust was powerful, each one slamming in to the very core. His
long penis not only stretched his daughter's vagina to its limit but also penetrated her very clitoris with every stroke. With each
thrust, Xinling groaned in pain, her long, slender legs dangling weakly over the edge of the bed,
swaying helplessly with the man's impact.
"How is it! Big or not! Hard or not!" the man slammed into his daughter's body,
forcing her to look at him. "Look at Daddy, look at Daddy, you haven't seen Daddy in ten years! Look at Daddy
! Your eyes... they really look like your mother... your mother, your mother, your mother!"
The mention of that woman filled the man with rage, making his thrusts into his daughter even more ferocious. Xinling
was firmly pinned to the bed by his hands, with nowhere to hide, forced to use her most delicate
parts to receive the man's most forceful thrusts.
"You know what? I did the same thing to your mother back then. She lay there with her legs spread, letting me do it,
letting me do it, do it, do it, do it! And that's how you came to be!"
"I used an ear of corn to fuck her. Ha, she was starving, she'd let anyone fuck her with just an ear of corn.
Over a hundred men in the village, even male dogs, had slept with her. I had a soft heart, so I took her home and fed her a
good meal."
"While I was fucking her, she was still munching on an ear of corn, so I let her eat, eat, eat, eat her fill!
I stuffed three ears of corn into her cunt! Hahahahahaha!"
"Later, your mother got better, looked down on me, and despised me. That's okay, she's rich now, famous.
That's okay, I slept with her, I can brag to everyone in the village, I fucked a big star,
fucked a big star like fucking a bitch."
"But now that your mother's rich, she won't let me see my daughter, or she won't let me see my daughter. I'm not having it!"
The man suddenly pounced on Xinling's breasts, biting them greedily. The sharp pain in her nipples brought
tears to the girl's eyes.
"Your mother's ruthless! She actually sent me to jail! I spent ten whole years in jail, ten years without seeing a woman
!" The man suddenly thrust into Xinling with all his might, "Daughter, daughter, all the money Daddy saved for ten
years, it's all for you!"
Xinling suddenly struggled, trying to push the man off her, crying out, "No, no
... I... I'm in my fertile period today."
"Great!" the man exclaimed gleefully, "Daughter! Give Daddy a daughter! Daddy missed you so much!"
In the man's wild howls and Xinling's helpless sobs, time seemed to stand still, both of them frozen
like statues. Until half a minute, or perhaps a thousand years later, the man finally rolled off
, collapsing onto the bed. After a long while, he finally exhaled and muttered to the ceiling, "That was fucking good
..."
Xinling sat up, sobbing. Her parted legs and face were covered with wet patches, and a stream of white
semen was slowly flowing from her swollen vagina. She wanted to find a wet wipe to clean it, but
the man held her down. The man forcefully grabbed her long, slender legs, parted her swollen petals from his thrusting, and used
his fingers to push the semen that had leaked out back in: "Daughter, daughter, listen to Daddy, give Daddy a baby.
Look at your big breasts, it's such a waste not to breastfeed. Your mother is a heartless woman, a thousand
people have tasted and gnawed on her breasts. Only my precious daughter has never tasted them. Come on, when you and Daddy have a baby, you
must let the baby nurse."
The man repeatedly suckled on his daughter's breasts for a long time until the "Time's up,
please go to the front desk to extend your time" sign lit up in the private room. Only then did he stop molesting his daughter with satisfaction, pull up his pants, zip
up his pants, and walk out of the room with satisfaction.
"Sir, thank you for the five hundred yuan." Jingjing at the cashier saw him come out, but she didn't let out a sigh of relief
. Instead, she quietly put her hand on the alarm button.
"No..." Xinling, still naked, came out from inside, leaning against the door. "It's on me."
Jingjing was stunned for a moment. The man turned back and grinned at Xinling, even reaching out to touch her breast again
. "That's right. How can a father's goddaughter ask for money? I'll come back to you later."
After watching the man leave, Yunqi quickly came over from the chair to support Xinling. "Are you alright
...? Is that man your father?"
"Yes, my biological father." Xinling nestled in Yunqi's arms. "Sister, do you have birth control pills? My dad
just ejaculated inside me."
"I'll go get them." Jingjing took out a bottle of spermicide spray from the medicine cabinet. After Yunqi helped her
separate Xinling's labia, Jingjing inserted the pointed applicator into her vagina. Xinling's eyebrows furrowed, indicating that it must have been
very painful inside.
"You can kill the sperm first. I'll go get you some medicine to improve blood circulation." Jingjing handed the medicine bottle to Yunqi and then
ran upstairs. A moment later, Beibei and Jingjing, both half-naked, came downstairs together. Seeing that Yun
Qi had already given her the spermicide, Beibei poured some safflower oil into her palm and gently
massaged it onto the girl's delicate vulva.
"Hiss..." Xinling gasped. Beibei pressed down on her struggling legs: "It's alright, just bear with
it. Your vaginas are delicate; too much force can cause congestion. A little blood-activating medicine
will make it better quickly."
When she removed her hand, Xinling felt a cool sensation in her lower body, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as before.
Beibei instructed her daughter, "Mom has customers upstairs, so you guys take care of Xinling.
There'll be some discharge from her vagina later; just wipe it clean with a wet wipe."
With that, she hurried upstairs. Xinling sat with her legs wide open facing the door, looked around, and saw
only herself, Jingjing, and Yunqi downstairs. Curious, she asked, "Mom, are Beibei and Yunyun also entertaining
customers?"
"Yes, while you were inside, a group of five or six customers came. The sisters all went upstairs, and Yiyi and Ningning
went to help lick dicks."
Upstairs, braving the typhoon, a group of classmates who had graduated years ago were out looking for fun. After drinking two cases of beer and
eating dozens of skewers of lamb and kidneys, how could their reunion
end without finding a place with bright lights and a good time? So, the group, arms around each other, singing their old favorite songs, stumbled into
this small shop.
Can you reason with people who are drunk? Of course not! Such a close friendship wouldn't allow for separate rooms!
So they booked the largest room and hired five girls to have some fun.
The innermost room upstairs, with an island theme, was about half the size of a classroom, decorated with plastic palm trees
and sandbags made of fabric. Fang Yun and Murong Li, dressed in desert girl outfits , were
belly dancing to music. With the fast-paced rhythm, they swayed their hips rapidly, their tassel-covered breasts trembling,
creating a dazzling wave of flesh.
Bei Bei wore a short skirt entirely made of tassels, and her tassel bra was
being fondled by a swaying customer, so she simply danced the belly dance naked.
Yi Yi and Ning Ning were each buried in a man's crotch, diligently licking his already rock-hard penis with their fragrant lips,
fueled by alcohol, mutton, and the music and dance.
"Oh! Sir..." Murong Li was suddenly grabbed by a large hand around her slender waist and pulled into his arms
. She skillfully released his weapon, her delicate hands stroking it deftly a few times: "Oh,
it's so big. Won't it burst my little hole?"
Hearing her soft, sweet voice, the man could no longer resist. He pushed her to the ground, pounced on her, and pinned her down
. Murong Li squeezed her legs together, and his member easily entered. Her entrance was easy to enter,
but once inside, it was like a series of layers of mist and peaks, each layer offering a completely different sensation to the man.
The man who was having Yiyi lick his penis laughed, "The class monitor is still so impatient, he has no mercy
for a woman." The man next to him chuckled as well, grabbing Ningning's hair at the back of her head, "Girl, sit on top
and move yourself."
Ningning obediently stood up, spread her legs, and, holding the man's thick, hard penis with one hand,
slowly sat down on her slightly open vulva. As she sat down, she said in a coquettish voice, "Master... yours is so big, it
's almost filling my hole... oh... so big, so hard... it's hitting my G-spot... um... um..."
She slowly moved up and down on the man, while giving him seductive glances. Sure enough, the
uncle couldn't resist, rubbing Ningning's breasts while lifting her buttocks to help her move up and down, "Girl, how old are
you? How many months have you been doing this?"
"I'm only sixteen this year, sir, please be gentle with me... Oh, sir, your cock
is so big, I'm so full and swollen down there... Quickly rub my breasts, they're about to burst."
The man pressed both hands on her small breasts: "Only sixteen? I didn't realize you were such a slut."
"If the little one is this slutty, the big one must be even more slutty!" Another man pushed Fang Yun to the ground, positioned her on
all fours, and thrust into her hard.
"Oh, so much water! So much water!" he exclaimed in surprise, grabbing Fang Yun's pair of swaying,
bell-shaped breasts even tighter. With one grab, several streams of milk spurted out, making him even more delighted:
"Hey, there's another one who can spray milk!"
Bei Bei was also pushed to the ground, her long, beautiful legs spread wide, her perfect, round, white vulva
completely exposed under the man's cock. The dark, fleshy rod slowly slid into the snow-white flesh,
pulling the tender labia into the opening. With a pull, the pinkish-red walls of the flesh were drawn out, the red,
white, and black colors intertwining to create a unique and beautiful scene of a rod penetrating two flowers.
Yiyi, naturally, couldn't escape the inevitable blow, and as she wished,
her delicate virginity was filled with his semen.
After one round of ejaculation, they needed a breather. It was Yiyi and Ningning's turn to perform their signature lily
dance. The three older women were embraced by the men, uttering all sorts of lewd and obscene words.
After a short while, the men's erections returned, and they began playing a game of "horse racing." In this game,
the men lay down while the women straddled them, half-squatting, half-riding on their penises, bouncing
up and down in a galloping, whip-like motion. This position offers a direct view of the women's heaving breasts, and a clear view
of his own thick, dark penis effortlessly sliding in and out of their tender, tight lower bodies. It's perfect for
a rest after a round of strenuous activity.
Yi Yi and Ning Ning, the two weakest girls, were the first to give in and collapse, kneeling between the man's legs
to lick his penis. Soon after, Murong Li also succumbed, her body going limp, barely managing to grip the still-hard
penis with her vagina, slowly rubbing it. Bei Bei couldn't withstand such dramatic ups and downs either,
and had to step down, joining Ning Ning and Yi Yi in licking the man's penis.
Only Fang Yun could endure it; after all, she was a former military prostitute, this amount of exercise was merely a warm-up
. She gave the man beneath her a seductive smile, her slender waist twisting and turning,
her plump, white buttocks rubbing tightly against his penis, her breasts bouncing and swaying, emitting long
moans. A bespectacled man watching couldn't resist reaching out and kneading Fang Yun's breasts, squeezing out milk that
splashed everywhere. Fang Yun worked even harder, each thrust hitting her core, her juices spraying everywhere. After hundreds of thrusts, she
finally climaxed again. The man pulled out his penis, now wet with her juices, turned her over, and mounted her, firmly...
The hard glans forced its way through the soft labia, entering the wet vagina, thrusting wildly. Its large mouth bit into Fang Yun's
nipples, swollen and red from her orgasm, sucking, licking, and biting. One hand probed the point of penetration, rubbing and massaging her clitoris.
Fang Yun was still immersed in the afterglow of her climax, her legs spread wide to withstand the continuous three-pronged assault.
She felt waves of pleasure washing over her, her uterus aching from the impact
, her vaginal opening both sore and itchy from the rubbing of the glans. Her vaginal walls contracted repeatedly, and after a long moan, her muscles convulsed, her vaginal fluids gushing out uncontrollably
, leaving her momentarily blank. The man felt the warm, wet fluids gushing from her smooth vagina, numbing his glans.
After a few more forceful thrusts, his glans pressed firmly against her clitoris, and he ejaculated another thick stream of semen.
"I won!" The man lifted Fang Yun off him, his penis still lodged inside her twitching,
contracting vagina, unwilling to pull out. He said, "It's time for a prize. Games are more fun with winners and losers."
"Give her a tip!" The class monitor, brimming with generosity, pulled out his wallet, grabbed a wad of bills without even looking, and stuffed them
between Fang Yun's breasts. "If you make us happy, there'll be as much tip as you want. Mom, anything else
? We're looking for some fun!"
"Yes!" Murong Li smiled, her eyes narrowing into slits. She hurriedly pulled open the
cabinet containing sex toys: "What do you gentlemen want to play with? Sisters, come and have some fun with your masters."
"Hehe." A tall, thin man picked out two tails: "Let the girl put
on this dog tail first. This little cutie is adorable even as a puppy."
Yiyi and Ningning each took a dog tail, removed the plastic sleeve from the metal plug at the end, applied lubricant
, and after the two sisters knelt down and thoroughly caressed each other's anuses, they inserted the adult-sized
dog tails into each other.
"It's so big..." Ningning swayed as she stood up: "My little butt is about to be torn apart!"
"Boss lady, want to try this?" A short, fat man found a long pearl chain.
This chain was different from ordinary chains; the pearls were of varying sizes and evenly distributed, as if following some pattern.
Murong Li turned to the fat man, forcefully spreading her buttocks to reveal her anus peeking out from between her buttocks
: "Please, sir, let this humble servant eat pearl longevity noodles from behind."
"Pearl longevity noodles, what a fine name." The short, fat man rubbed the pearls against her vulva a few
times, soaking them with her vaginal fluid, before beginning to insert them one by one. Strangely enough, the pearls varied
in size, some as small as cherries, others as large as longans, but Murong Li's anus seemed like a bottomless pit
, readily accepting them all. The fat man inserted them one by one, and her anus writhed continuously, seemingly
swallowing the pearls like a black hole, which amazed him.
The bespectacled man held Beibei, inserting an eggplant-shaped vibrator into her hairless vulva and a
spiky cucumber-shaped vibrator into her anus. He turned them on to maximum, and Beibei's
seductive moans filled the room.
The tall, thin man made Yiyi and Ningning take turns licking his penis, while his best friend simultaneously reached under the two
girls' crotches, rubbing their tender vulvas and playing with their delicate clitorises until they were erect and swollen. His
rough, hard fingers relentlessly thrust in and out of the girls' tender vulvas, rubbing against their wet
labia, bringing them to ecstasy with just his fingers.
Fang Yun squeezed out cup after cup of breast milk for the men to drink; her mammary glands were working at full capacity, constantly
secreting nutrient-rich, fragrant milk. There was so much that the men couldn't finish it all. They took out
syringes and injected the milk into Yiyi and Ningning's little bottoms, watching them painfully endure
the rumbling sensation in their intestines. Only after receiving permission did they dare to pry open their anuses. In that instant, a stream of
milk shot out from their tiny anuses like an arrow, shooting two or three meters away, forming a peculiar fountain
spectacle.
This farce continued until the early hours of the morning. The girls downstairs were bored and almost asleep—
a strong wind had indeed picked up outside, and there wasn't a single pedestrian in sight. Even the brothel across the street had turned off its lights and pulled
down its shutters. They had also taken down their advertising boards, half-closed the door, and sat together eating the half-eaten
watermelon.
Xinling played with her phone, dialing her mother's number again and again, but no one answered.
"Maybe it's just a bad signal," Jingjing comforted her. "With this weather outside, there's probably no cell phone signal at all."
"Yes," Yunqi nodded. "Jingjing is right. It's normal for communication to be disrupted in extreme weather
."
Before she finished speaking, the connection icon on the 5.5-inch phone screen suddenly turned from red to green. Xinling quickly
put it to her ear. "Mommy!"
"Baby," Huang Jifeng's voice was tired and hoarse. "You miss Mommy, don't you?"
Xinling's tears immediately rolled down her cheeks, but she only managed a soft "Mmm" before holding them back.
"Baby, I've secured the internship you wanted in the Assistant Secretary of State's office for you." Huang
Jifeng looked truly exhausted, her words barely audible: "Happy 18th birthday, baby!"
Xinling's tears streamed down her face, ruining her makeup. After a long silence,
she finally uttered the words she'd wanted to say all day: "Mom, you've worked so hard. I love you."
After hanging up, Jingjing stood up and gave Xinling a big hug: "So today is your birthday
. Sigh… there's no cake, no candles, how are we going to celebrate?"
Yunqi also hugged Xinling, the three girls pressed tightly together, their round breasts touching,
offering each other a soft, smooth sensation.
"No need…" Xinling almost sobbed as she said this: "I've already received the best gift I could ever have
."
******Tail******
Thousands of miles away in the suburbs of the capital, a black luxury car was discreetly parked in the parking lot of a manor.
In the back seat, Huang Jifeng, dressed in a dazzling evening gown and with light makeup, looked as if she were going to attend a film
festival awards ceremony.
"Here's the key card." The assistant sitting next to her handed her a card. "Same old rule:
know nothing, ask nothing."
"When I started this line of work, you hadn't even had your first period yet," Huang Jifeng thought to herself, but gave
her a sweet smile.
"Your cell phone." The assistant, clearly professional, held out her slender hand. "Big shots hate these
."
"Okay." Huang Jifeng handed her her cell phone as well. "Next time you see my daughter calling, remember
to call her back immediately."
"I'm just your work assistant, not your nanny," the assistant said expressionlessly. Huang Jifeng watched
her stuff the phone into a shielded bag, could only sigh, and pressed the switch inside the car. The waiter waiting outside
received the signal and immediately opened the car door for her.
Wearing heels that were at least a foot high (or perhaps stilts?), Huang Jifeng walked to the
side door, which was covered with a red carpet. The doorman was equally expressionless, as if everyone in this group was a robot
.
She presented her access card, and after passing through the machine, the doorman handed her a mask: "Please come in, Miss
."
Huang Jifeng sighed inwardly, put the mask on, and pushed open the door.
The instant she stepped inside, the music playing in the lobby suddenly filled her mind, and her
gaze instantly changed completely from when she was in the car, or at the door. It was a cold, ruthless, and indifferent attitude
, an attitude of being unattached and fearless, an attitude of believing that her paradise was also her hell
. It was this attitude that had brought her to where she was today, to where she was now
.

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