【The Legend of the Wandering Swordsman Duro: Passionate Protection of the Flower】 6

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2016/06/23 　　Is half an hour enough for you? 　　Fashion shows have always been the best channel for major brands to promote their products, the most famous being Paris Fashion Week, New York 　　Fashion Week, and Milan Fashion Week. Fashion magazines from all over the world, socialites from various regions, buyers from major department stores, and 　　many invited celebrities all add to the glamour of fashion weeks, making the stage and the audience dazzling. 　　However, this fashion week model has a drawback, which is that it showcases the new products of the next two seasons. For example, 　　an autumn/winter fashion show will be held in the summer, and the spring/summer new clothes will be on display in the fall. In other words, if a socialite likes a piece of clothing, she has to wait about half a year to receive it, 　　which is indeed a bit outdated 　　in today's fast fashion era. 　　To compete with fast fashion brands that offer both speed and affordability, many luxury brands have changed their strategies, 　　embracing the internet and not only launching online sales but also live-streaming their fashion shows, allowing 　　fans worldwide to see them firsthand. Some brands have even introduced a "see now, buy now" model, where fans 　　can order any item they like from the fashion show online and have it delivered by a high-efficiency courier company a few days later 　　. This innovative sales strategy has revived several brands and restored their profitability in recent years. 　　Li Wenxi's company has adopted a similar strategy, abandoning the fashion week model. In addition to 　　holding seasonal fashion shows, they also hold small-scale launch events from time to time to excite fans and encourage them to 　　make purchases. With these methods of attracting fans, her clothing has sold extremely well in the market. 　　"While haute couture is undeniably luxurious, it caters to a niche 　　market. After all, very few people can afford to spend tens of thousands on a single garment. Therefore 　　, we should focus on the mid-to-high-end market, targeting the hearts of metropolitan elites with four- and five-figure priced products 　　. These are the true driving force behind the clothing market." This was 　　the direction Li Wenxi presented to investors, a direction that resonated with the profit-driven fund managers who disregarded the process. 　　Currently, a fashion show co-organized by Li Wenxi and another brand designer was being held in the VIP lounge of the Four Seasons Hotel in London . 　　The overall concept, as previously described, involved live streaming of the fashion show and behind-the-scenes footage, 　　while also accepting on-site purchases. 　　Du Luo and his magazine colleagues were responsible for filming the entire fashion show. 　　Although Du Luo had never done this kind of work before, his quick wit and resourcefulness allowed him to quickly grasp the ropes after a night of intensive study, 　　and he was surprisingly adept at directing operations in the VIP lounge. 　　The runway was a perfect T-shape, with one side at the back of the hall and the other 　　extending vertically to the crystal chandelier in the center. Duro had cameras set up along the entire aisle, ready to 　　constantly switch between shots to provide fans watching from home with a variety of angles. 　　With about an hour until the fashion show began, Li Wenxi was busy directing the models in their 　　final rehearsal. She wore a white shirt paired with slim-fitting blue trousers, and her short, slicked-back hair 　　was coated with shimmering hair wax, making her even more radiant and the center of attention for both men and women. 　　Although not drenched in sweat, her white shirt was already damp with perspiration. 　　Being a free spirit, she never liked wearing a bra, and as a result, her nipples were faintly visible 　　. Li Wenxi, being a straightforward and easygoing person, didn't care about the exposed nipples at all, and continued to instruct the models 　　on how to present their work in the best possible light. 　　Models generally don't wear bras during fashion shows, and Li Wenxi wasn't the only one whose nipples were exposed on set. Almost 　　every top model wearing relatively thin clothing openly allowed their breasts to be visible. 　　Although Du Luo had already seen the exposed bodies of top models while shooting a special feature for Tang Wen and others, seeing 　　more than ten international top models exposing their nipples in front of him still made his blood boil. Fortunately, he was experienced in many things and managed not to 　　embarrass himself in front of everyone, but his penis was already erect. 　　The fashion show co-organized with Li Wenxi was by a male designer who had debuted a few years earlier than her, named Spencer 　　, also a Chinese designer who debuted in the UK. He wore black-rimmed glasses, had a small 　　mustache, and was dressed entirely in black. He gestured confidently to his team in the lobby, looking quite self-satisfied. 　　One of Du Luo's photography assistants, Xiao Bai, whispered in his ear, "Boss, that guy always looks down on 　　Wen, always thinking he debuted earlier and is a senior." 　　Du Luo asked, "If that's the case, why is he co-organizing a fashion show with Wen?" 　　Xiao Bai smiled and said, "He had no choice! Wen is the fastest-rising designer this year, her brand 　　has been selling like hotcakes for several seasons in a row, so the Spencer boss tried to get them to co-organize. Wen initially 　　refused, but the other party was willing to cover most of the costs, so to save company expenses, she had to agree 　　." 　　Du Luo smiled without saying a word, thinking that Li Wenxi was a girl with real backbone. With Li Huating's wealth 　　, funding wouldn't be a problem if she were willing to ask, but she insisted on being self-reliant, not relying on her father's influence, and preferring to 　　start from scratch. 　　Since his photography equipment was already prepared, Du Luo glanced at Spencer's booth a few times. Spencer 　　spared no expense in hiring a group of international supermodels to model his work. Those models were not only alluring 　　but also natural clothes hangers, absolutely capable of holding any kind of clothing. Spencer's designs 　　were also magnificent, dazzling, and extremely luxurious. But for some reason, Du Luo always felt that his designs had 　　a kind of vulgarity, a kind of money-grubbing, unlike the ethereal feel of Li Wenxi's work. 　　Except for a few of the more famous models who wore nipple covers, the others at Spencer were all unsurprisingly revealing 　　, giving Du Luo a feast for the eyes and making his penis even harder. 　　Xiao Bai whispered to him again, "Boss, after seeing it a lot, you'll get used to it. And then 　　..."

Du Luo casually asked, "And then?"
Xiao Bai sighed, "I can only look, not touch. After looking too much, I lose my erection..."
Du Luo chuckled, "Okay! I'll call you when there's a chance to touch! I won't let you be impotent for nothing!"
Xiao Bai immediately blushed, "Shh... be gentle!" He was about twenty years old, a Chinese student studying abroad.
Although he wasn't ugly, compared to the male models in the fashion industry, he was far inferior. So, despite
working in a magazine for a while, he still couldn't attract any girls' attention.
After the two groups of models rehearsed on the runway for another twenty minutes, they went backstage to prepare for the official performance
. After the staff tidied up the venue, the guests began to enter. The quick-witted Du Luo, of course, wouldn't miss the opportunity to photograph the celebrities, constantly instructing his subordinates on the walkie-talkie 　　to use
the several cameras in the hall . 　　The DJ hired by the organizers was also working hard, spinning energetic dance music to every 　　corner of the hall, and within minutes the atmosphere was electric. 　　Spencer led the way, his models walking the runway to thunderous applause, while 　　he grinned broadly from backstage. 　　Li Wenxi's collection was the finale, her models receiving a standing ovation as they appeared. 　　Duro, who had been observing coldly, noticed Spencer's face darken immediately, his resentment clearly written on his face. 　　After Li Wenxi's models successfully showcased the entire collection, it was Li Wenxi's turn 　　to lead all the models onto the stage for the final bow. Li Wenxi took the lead, walking to the chandelier in the center of the hall, 　　bowing to the guests with a beaming smile. 　　Just then, Duro suddenly noticed several flashes of light on the hooks of the chandelier. Du Luo's sixth sense 　　told him Li Wenxi was in danger, so without thinking, he pounced on her, grabbing her and rolling to the ground, 　　just avoiding a falling crystal chandelier. 　　The chandelier shattered, sending crystal fragments flying everywhere, startling the models on stage who gasped in horror 　　. Each of them was sweating bullets, thinking that if Du Luo hadn't intervened in time, 　　the chandelier would have hit Li Wenxi on the head, killing her instantly. 　　Although Li Wenxi was a tomboy with a carefree attitude, the thought of her near-death experience 　　sent a chill down her spine, making her white shirt cling even tighter to her body. Du Luo 　　held her soft, warm flesh in his arms, feeling her firm nipples against his chest. His already 　　slightly erect penis, stimulated by Li Wenxi, became even harder, pressing warmly 　　between her legs. Li Wenxi, of course, felt a hard, large object on her body. Her pale face 　　flushed red 　　with fright, and she quickly pushed Du Luo away. She scrambled to her feet, raising her hands to show the audience she 　　was unharmed, an act that immediately earned her a round of applause. 　　Du Luo, the hero who saved the damsel in distress, was naturally adored and surrounded by reporters taking pictures. Although Du Luo was smug 　　, his keen observation skills remained unaffected; he still noticed that Spencer's indignant expression 　　was even more intense than before. 　　Seeing this, a thought struck Du Luo: "It's obvious the chandelier 　　fell because someone planted a small bomb on the hook and detonated it with a remote control. This Spencer is clearly envious 　　and jealous of Li Wenxi. Could this be something he hired experts to do?" 　　Just then, Du Luo's phone rang. He glanced down and, as expected, the caller ID showed Li 　　Huating. 　　"Ah Luo, you have to find that guy for me! I'm going to castrate him alive!" 　　The moment the call connected, Li Huating roared furiously. 　　Du Luo thought to himself that Li Huating, this underworld boss, had actually kept up with the times, actually watching his daughter 　　's fashion show live online. Li Huating was also a figure in the underworld, so he naturally could tell that the falling chandelier was definitely not 　　an accident. 　　"Damn it! How dare he mess with my daughter? That guy must be tired of living! Ah Luo, find 　　him, and I'll give you an extra million!" Li Huating was unstoppable, and Du Luo's eardrums were almost 　　deafened by his outburst. 　　Li Huating called out for a while, but didn't hear a response from Du Luo. Thinking he wasn't very interested in the million, he 　　quickly added, "I know you're a wealthy guy, a million isn't that attractive to you. 　　How about this, after you get things done, I'll allow you to anally rape my precious daughter! What do you say?" 　　Du Luo hadn't expected Li Huating to use his daughter's anus to arouse his interest. Hearing this, he 　　couldn't help but look up at Li Wenxi not far away. Looking at her round buttocks, he swallowed hard 　　, and his already hard penis naturally became erect again. He stammered, " 　　Won't she object if I anally penetrate her?" 　　Li Huating laughed, "Women, when passion strikes, what's wrong with anything? The key 　　is you have to find an opportunity to fuck her! Make her a real woman again! I ask you, 　　how far have things progressed between you and my daughter? Tell me the truth!" 　　Du Luo replied with a smile, "Our relationship is closer than before, but it hasn't reached the point of fucking her yet. So far, 　　she's only given me a handjob once." 　　Li Huating immediately chuckled, "Good! At least it's a good start! After handjobs, there will soon be oral sex, 　　and then intercourse, anal sex, and mixed sex! My daughter's sexual happiness is in your hands!" 　　Hearing him make another lewd joke, Du Luo quickly said, "Okay, okay, I won't say anymore, your daughter is right next to me 　　." 　　He hung up and jumped off the stage, leaving Li Wenxi to continue bowing to the audience. 　　Duro's adventurous life over the years had made him extremely reluctant to be in the public eye. After all, he often needed to 　　appear in public under different identities, and if his face were remembered, it would be inconvenient for him to act in the future. 　　After stepping off the runway, he slipped into the men's restroom outside the hall, intending to relieve his tension. 　　He stood in front of the urinal, closed his eyes, and began to relieve himself. Just as he was halfway through urinating, his neck suddenly tightened, and he was actually...

A steel wire was strangling him from behind.
Du Luo, always highly alert, never expected to be caught off guard. Luckily, he reacted quickly;
sensing something was wrong, he immediately pushed off with his feet, falling backward and pinning the attacker to the ground
. The attacker was also skilled; despite the sharp pain in his back, he didn't let go, continuing to
tighten the strangulation around Du Luo's neck, determined to kill him.
Knowing he was in a life-or-death situation, Du Luo desperately rolled towards the wall, forcefully slamming
the attacker against it. The attacker's head slammed against the wall; even someone with an iron constitution would be
momentarily disoriented by the impact. Du Luo immediately followed up with an elbow strike, hitting the attacker squarely in the abdomen.
Du Luo's elbow strike was delivered with all his might; immediately afterward, he felt a burning sensation on the back of his neck,
wet with the attacker's vomit. Taking advantage of the situation , Du Luo grabbed the steel wire and, with a strong pull, finally managed
to free it from his neck.
As soon as he was safe, Du Luo scrambled to his feet, ready to deal with the guy who had ambushed him. However,
the man, having missed his attack, rolled on the ground before dashing away like an arrow. Du Luo rushed out of the men's restroom
, only managing to catch a glimpse of the man's back before he disappeared around the corner of the corridor in the blink of an eye.
"A master, that guy is a fucking master..." Du Luo muttered to himself, stroking
the scar on his neck left by the steel wire. "I thought it would be a good job, but it turns out I
'm still risking my life... Am I destined to suffer all my life?"
"Du Luo, are you alright?" A pleasant voice suddenly came from behind him.
Du Luo turned around and saw Tang Wen standing prettily behind him. She had already changed into casual
clothes, a thin silk shirt and black tight leather pants. Although her attire was simple, her international supermodel
aura was still undeniable. Moreover, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were faintly visible,
making her even more alluring than if she were completely naked.
When she saw the wound on Du Luo's neck, she was startled. "What happened to your neck?"
Du Luo shook his head. "It's nothing, just ran into a mad dog."
Tang Wen walked up to him and gently stroked his neck. "It's quite a wound… They're all changing
clothes. Here, let me apply some medicine to your wound first, okay?" Without waiting for Du Luo's reply, she took his
hand and led him to the medical room at the end of the corridor.
The medical room was empty. Tang Wen pulled Du Luo to a stool, gestured for him to sit down, and then
found some cotton cloth to wipe the blood off his neck.
Du Luo asked curiously, "You seem quite familiar with this hotel!"
Tang Wen replied with a smile, "Wen has held several shows here, and I've been here
a few times before, so of course I know it well!"
She bent down to clean Du Luo's wounds as he sat on a stool
, giving him a clear view of her breasts through her clothes. Du Luo's injuries weren't actually serious, and after enjoying the view, his previously limp
penis began to stir again.
Tang Wen was very close to Du Luo and naturally saw his erection, but she
continued applying medicine to him as if nothing had happened. She glanced down at Du Luo and whispered, "Thank you so much for saving Wen."
Du Luo took the opportunity to chat with her to distract himself, otherwise his unruly penis would probably grow even
larger. "You're welcome, it's what I should do. I believe anyone with the ability would step forward."
Tang Wen's hand moved from Du Luo's neck to his cheek, her fingertips gently tracing
circles on his face. "No matter what, you still saved her life. If something unfortunate had happened to her, I
really wouldn't know what to do... so I'm really, really grateful to you."
Du Luo's face tickled, and his penis, instead of submitting, became even more erect,
creating a high tent in his pants. If it were any other woman, Du Luo would probably have already
used her own methods against her. But this woman was
one of Li Wenxi's lovers, a lesbian, which made Du Luo hesitant to act rashly before fully understanding her intentions.
"I love Wen so much, so I want to repay you..." Tang Wen whispered in Du Luo's ear.
Du Luo's heart pounded; he knew he had a chance to taste this supermodel, Tang Wen.
The image of Tang Wen experiencing ecstasy during her threesome with Li Wenxi and Natasha that night flashed through Du Luo's mind, and his
penis immediately hardened.
Tang Wen put the cotton cloth aside and sat on Du Luo's lap, right in front of his erect penis. She
placed her hands on Du Luo's thighs and slowly began to caress him from bottom to top. She looked up at Du Luo, her lips slightly parted,
and said, "They're all removing their makeup. We only have about half an hour. Is that enough?"
Du Luo was overjoyed. "Strictly speaking, half an hour isn't enough. Generally, foreplay takes about ten
minutes, and then the actual act takes at least half an hour! But it's okay, we'll make do today
!"
Since Tang Wen had made herself clear, Du Luo didn't hold back. Besides, time was limited, and he couldn't
leisurely show off his flirting skills. He immediately reached his large hands inside Tang Wen's shirt,
grabbed her breasts, and began pinching her nipples with two fingers.
Tang Wen's tender nipples quickly hardened under Du Luo's teasing, and she began to let out
some faint moans. Du Luo had heard many other girls' unrestrained cries, so hearing Tang
Wen's more subtle moans was more refreshing to him. His penis was so hard it almost burst through his pants.
Tang Wen smiled sweetly at Du Luo and reached out her delicate hand to undo his belt. Du Luo immediately lifted his lower body to
make it easier for Tang Wen to take off his pants. Tang Wen pulled hard with both hands, and Du Luo's jeans fell to his feet, finally
revealing his enormous penis to Tang Wen.
Upon seeing the penis, Tang Wen couldn't help but exclaim, "Your penis is so big!"
Du Luo, seeing this usually elegant supermodel, whether in magazines or on the runway, suddenly
utter such a remark, couldn't help but laugh, even his enormous penis seemed to tremble as if in a show of defiance towards Tang Wen.
"Hmph!" Tang Wen was a little displeased with Du Luo's smug expression. She snorted and turned her head
away, deliberately refusing to look at him. Du Luo was already eager to make love to Tang Wen. His large hands abandoned
Tang Wen's breasts and quickly landed on her leather pants, swiftly unbuttoning them. Suddenly, Du Luo
lifted Tang Wen by her armpits and tossed her upwards. With a cry from Tang Wen, Du Luo had already
grabbed her leather pants, pulling them down until Tang Wen was completely naked from the waist down. Du Luo reacted quickly, throwing the pants aside and
catching Tang Wen, the model landing unharmed on his lap.
Tang Wen stared blankly at Du Luo. "You...you're so skilled!"
Du Luo chuckled. "That's just a piece of cake. Before I became a photographer, I performed
acrobatics in a circus."
Tang Wen gazed at Du Luo and said, "You're really something else. What other skills and talents do you have
?"
Du Luo placed Tang Wen's delicate hands on his large penis. "Countless, but what I'm going to show you now
is my lovemaking skills."
Tang Wen obediently grasped his penis with both hands, pressing her lower abdomen against it, rubbing her triangularly shaved pubic
hair against Du Luo's massive member. Waves of pleasure immediately surged through every cell of Du Luo's body.
Du Luo vaguely felt that Tang Wen's lower body was also a little wet. Since there was only less than half an hour left, he didn't
want to waste any more time. Always a gentleman to women, he placed his hands on Tang Wen's slender waist. "Time is running out
, are you ready?"
A hint of allure flashed in Tang Wen's eyes. "Hmm... let me test your skills in lovemaking..."
"Okay!" Du Luo lifted Tang Wen up and placed her on his glans.
A brief but intense battle ensued.

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