[Urban Life] The Complete Library of the Four Treasuries: Urban Life Chapter - 34-36

Chapter 43: Huang Mei, a Modern Sex Demon's Story:

The First Scene of Humiliation in a Secret Room - A Stroll Along the Beach

"Ah, may, okay!" With the director's satisfied voice, the last day of filming came to an end, and applause erupted in the TV City studio. This was the most important advertisement of the year, starring the famous advertising model Huang Mei. After more than a week of production, it was finally completed, and everyone was very happy. A group of people were discussing the arrangements for tonight's celebration party. Huang Mei, as the lead actress, was no exception. She felt particularly happy today. After working all night, she felt a little tired, so she told her manager that she was going home to rest, but she still happily agreed to celebrate with everyone that night. Back at her seaside apartment, she washed up and took a nap—she always paid great attention to getting enough sleep. When she woke up, the clock showed four in the afternoon.

"There's still some time before the celebration banquet," Huang Mei thought. She changed into a small orange and red striped tank top, revealing her fair arms and shoulders. Her usual healthy style wouldn't be so revealing, but perhaps it was because she was in a good mood today and figured the paparazzi wouldn't be following her, so she wore a rarely seen tank top. She paired it with a blue faux denim low-waisted skirt, loosely tied with a thin belt. The two panels of the skirt overlapped, partially covering her legs, allowing them to peek through while walking without worrying about wardrobe malfunctions. A fringe around the hem added a flowing touch. Then, she slipped on orange-yellow beach sandals and a straw hat adorned with a wildflower, radiating youthful energy.

She had always been confident in her figure, even before being crowned "Miss Bincheng." Driving her beloved Ferrari, Huang Mei headed towards the beach, intending to spend the afternoon there.

Huang Mei is one of the most eye-catching figures in the modeling world. As the highest-paid advertising star, she is also an outstanding dancer. Whether it's ordinary photographers, script supervisors, production planners, directors, or investors, everyone agrees she has a bright future. This isn't just because of her stunning beauty and versatility, nor her "Miss Bincheng" title, but more importantly, her rigorous work ethic, peaceful personality, and unwavering principles. Countless wealthy men have rejected her advances. No matter how many tricks these playboys use, Huang Mei remains indifferent, sometimes even ignoring them, let alone engaging in flirtatious conversation or throwing herself at them. These spoiled brats, accustomed to being fawned over by beautiful women, are repeatedly disappointed but dare not retaliate. This is partly because they are lustful but lack the courage, and partly because Huang Mei's strong personality forces them to keep their distance. Therefore, men in the industry know Ah May as a famous "ice queen," while female artists adore this popular yet unpretentious, quiet and beautiful sister. But no one expected that a cunning and lecherous wolf in this bay city had already secretly set its sinister gaze on the most beautiful lady in the city's history...

The red Ferrari sped out from behind the iron gate and drove along the seaside. Not far behind, a black Mercury followed, its dark color exuding an indescribable eerie aura under the bright sky. The Mercury's windows were covered with reflective material, obscuring the person inside; only a pair of black-gloved hands were visible on the steering wheel, those hands firm and powerful. The Mercury followed closely from a distance, completely unnoticed by Huang Mei. At an inconspicuous fork in the road, the Mercury turned and disappeared into the mangrove forest beside the road.

Huang Mei could already hear the sound of waves crashing on the shore. The Ferrari drove onto a small road, passed through the lush forest, and soon arrived at the beach. Huang Mei parked the car in a clearing in front of the forest, got out, and strolled along the beach, enjoying the sea breeze. Born in a coastal city, she especially loved the deep blue sea and the snow-white waves. Although her work seemed endless after the beauty pageant, she still made time for the tranquil, open beach whenever she could, allowing herself to feel the vastness and depth of the sea as a way to relax. Facing the expansive sea, all her worries would unconsciously dissipate. At this moment, under the bright sunshine, Huang Mei carried her flip-flops, her delicate feet leaving a trail of graceful footprints on the fine sand. The cool, fresh sea breeze caressed her beautiful face, gently tossing her hair. She fully enjoyed the open beach; the sound of the waves, the sand, the azure sea, and the blue sky all belonged to her alone. She was captivated by the peaceful afternoon, lingering along the shore for a long, long time. Only when the sunset gradually painted the evening glow did she reluctantly head towards where the Ferrari was parked.

Sometime later, the vanished black Mercury reappeared on the beach, slowly pulling up beside the Ferrari. The door opened, and a young man in a black t-shirt and sunglasses jumped out. He walked to the Ferrari, looked around, inserted a key into the ignition, and the door opened. A faint, feminine rose scent filled the car. He reached under the dashboard, disassembled the panel, fiddled with the colorful wires, and then reassembled it. After doing this, he put the small cell phone beside his seat into his pocket, quickly got out, and closed the door. He jumped back into the Mercury, drove into the shadows of the trees, took out a pair of binoculars, and watched Huang Mei's departing figure, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

The second part: The man in sunglasses.

When Huang Mei returned to the Ferrari, it was already dusk. She took out her keys, opened the door, and planned to go home to change before celebrating with her colleagues. However, when she tried to start the car, she found that her usually reliable Ferrari wouldn't respond at all. Huang Mei tried several times, but still couldn't get it started. She looked around the car and couldn't find her cell phone. Had she left it at home? Huang Mei regretted her oversight.

On this remote beach, far from any people and quite a distance from the road, and thinking about how it was getting dark and having to walk alone through the dark woods, Ah May felt a little scared. Helplessly, she got out of the car and looked around, hoping to encounter other tourists returning home. Just as she was anxiously waiting, a black Mercury minivan unexpectedly drove out of the woods. Huang Mei was overjoyed and waved to stop it.

A man with a small mustache and wearing large sunglasses got out of the car. Huang Mei quickly ran over.

"Sir, my car broke down, and I didn't bring my cell phone. Could I borrow yours?"

"Of course, Miss."

The man handed his cell phone to Huang Mei. Whether it was out of battery or the signal was too weak, Huang Mei tried calling several times but couldn't get through.

"Miss, it's getting dark. It's not safe for you to stay here alone. How about I drive you out?" The man clearly saw Huang Mei's predicament and suggested.

"Thank you so much." Huang Mei was extremely grateful and got into the car. The man wearing sunglasses drove the car into the woods.

As dusk fell, the light in the woods was even worse, so the car's headlights were on.

"Miss, would you please roll up your window?" the man asked politely. Huang Mei quickly turned and rolled up the window. Just then, the car suddenly braked sharply. The inertia caused Huang Mei to lurch forward, and then a wet white towel was pressed against her face. Caught off guard, Huang Mei was thrown to the side, lying across the seat. A pungent, unpleasant odor emanated from the towel, making her dizzy and short of breath. She tried to pull the towel off her face, but the hand holding it was as strong as an iron clamp, and she couldn't pry it open. She struggled a few more times, trying to kick the car door, but it was locked from the inside. Her pale legs kicked the door repeatedly, growing weaker with each blow. After a while of desperate resistance, Huang Mei gradually felt weak all over, her consciousness began to blur, and her limbs drooped as if filled with lead. Finally, her entire body went limp and she collapsed onto the seat, unconscious. The man next to her had been holding Huang Mei's face tightly until he was sure she was indeed unconscious, then he removed the towel soaked in anesthetic. He plucked his mustache, took off his sunglasses, revealing a smiling face—he was the perverted Mi Jian! Mercury quickly restarted, drove through the woods, and sped onto the highway, heading towards the mountainside.

Mercury sped along the highway and soon arrived at a two-story villa. The electric gate

creaked open, and Mercury darted inside. Mi Jian drove the car all the way to the garage, then closed the gate and garage door before returning to the car and carrying Huang Mei out. There was a small door next to the garage; Mi Jian went through it, descended a few stone steps, and arrived at a dark underground chamber. Mi Jian pushed open the basement door, turned on the room's lights, and the soft light immediately illuminated every corner. It was a chamber of about 30 square meters, simply yet peculiarly furnished: a large-screen television connected to a camera, several black steel pipes, a black tatami mat, and long black leather buckles attached to the steel pipes around the tatami. Mi Jian placed Huang Mei on the tatami and used two of the leather buckles to fasten her wrists. Having done all this, he carefully examined his prey: a slender, well-proportioned figure, a delicate and refined face, fair and smooth skin, long and graceful fingers, and flowing hair like clouds and waterfalls. All of this familiarity aroused his raging lust. He removed his black gloves, his two rough, hairy hands, fingers spread wide, reaching towards the graceful and beautiful Huang Mei.

The lecherous hand began to caress Huang Mei's body, roaming wantonly along her alluring curves. He was ready to savor his prey.

The effects of the anesthetic hadn't worn off yet; the beautiful Miss Bincheng was still unconscious. Her body lay twisted on the black tatami mat, like a silent lamb awaiting its prey. Because of the struggle in the car, Huang Mei's clothes were somewhat disheveled. Her straw hat had been discarded in the car, one of her orange beach sandals had been removed, and her vest and skirt showed signs of being crumpled. Mi Jian took off his remaining left beach sandal and tossed it far away, then began kissing Huang Mei's toes. Huang Mei's snow-white feet were translucent and smooth, her delicate skin made even more tender and white by meticulous care. Her ten toes were beautifully shaped, each nail painted with pink nail polish. Mi Jian held her ankles tightly, licking her toes, soles, and insteps with his lips and tongue. What he held in his hands felt like warm, beautiful jade, not human feet. Mi Jian felt a sweet fragrance on his tongue and almost began to nibble. His hands slowly moved upwards, gliding over her ivory-carved calves, knees, and thighs. Huang Mei's skirt slowly rolled up, revealing more and more of her naked body. Mi Jian was utterly captivated by the woman's breathtakingly beautiful body: her thighs were the most beautiful he had ever seen, slender and shapely, warm and soft to the touch, her skin so white it was almost translucent, the soft glow filling the room with a youthful and alluring aura. To describe them as "delicate as if they could be broken with a touch" would not be an exaggeration. Mi Jian unbuttoned the brass buttons of Huang Mei's skirt, pulling the two front panels open as much as possible to expose more of her body. Staring at her almost completely exposed legs, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Mi Jian gently stroked Huang Mei's fair arms and rounded shoulders, resting his head against her soft, firm breasts, savoring the rich, rose-like fragrance of her body. The sight of Huang Mei sleeping before him brought Mi Jian's thoughts back to a year ago, to the unforgettable, soul-stirring scenes that unfolded on a luxury yacht on the vast ocean…

Chapter Three: Memories – A Scene on the Yacht

. It was summer a year ago. To expand its influence, Mi Jian's Regal King Kong Hotel produced several exquisite advertisements. When selecting the female lead, Mi Jian was immediately drawn to Huang Mei in a photograph—Huang Mei had just entered the "Miss Bincheng" pageant and successfully passed the preliminary rounds. Her beauty, captivating figure, and youthful vivacity magnetically captivated Mi Jian's heart. To win this pure and radiant young woman, Mi Jian racked his brains, but to no avail. Finally, the advertising campaign was completed. After airing on television, it achieved extremely satisfactory results. Tourists from all over were attracted to stay at the Regal King Kong Hotel, and Huang Mei's popularity soared, making her a hot favorite to win the "Miss Bincheng" title that year. Taking advantage of the situation, Mi Jian invited the entire crew of the advertising special and a group of entertainment industry figures to his yacht for a large party. Huang Mei was naturally the first person invited, as Mi Jian's purpose in hosting the party was simply to get closer to her. Although Huang Mei didn't want to have too much contact with this wealthy young man, she accepted the invitation out of politeness and boarded Mi's yacht—the King Kong.

The Mi family was wealthy and powerful, and the King Kong yacht was luxurious and comfortable. Although Huang Mei had grown up in a wealthy family and her years on stage and as a model had broadened her horizons, she had never seen such a large and magnificent yacht before. With the sun shining brightly, the sea calm, and the scenery captivating, and Mi Jian himself being hospitable and courteous, Huang Mei wasn't actually interested in the party, but given the beautiful blue sea and sky, she, a lover of the sea, was happy to hide in a corner at the stern and admire the sea view. The King Kong anchored off the Golden Beach, and Mi Jian used a speedboat to take everyone to the shallow water area to play in the water. As everyone changed into their swimsuits and jumped into the azure sea for a swim, Huang Mei, who had been happily gazing at the ocean from the sidelines, finally couldn't resist any longer. Seeing that there were almost no guests left on the yacht, she grabbed her pink swimsuit and went down to the changing room in the lower deck—she didn't want too many strangers to see her in a swimsuit.

Mi Jian, who had been watching Huang Mei's beautiful figure from afar, suddenly narrowed his eyes; he knew his chance had come. After seeing the remaining passengers onto the speedboat, he quickly went down to the lower deck as well. Soon, only Mi Jian and Huang Mei remained on the luxurious yacht, while Huang Mei, inside the changing room, was unaware of the approaching danger. Mi Jian tiptoed down the deck and arrived at the changing room. The door was tightly closed. Mi Jian pushed the mahogany door, but it wouldn't budge; it was locked from the inside. He pressed his ear against the thin door; he could hear the faint rustling of clothes inside. Huang Mei was inside. Mi Jian suppressed his overwhelming joy and carefully slipped through another hatch next to the changing room.

On one side of the changing room was a huge mirror, surrounded by a circle of wooden benches. Huang Mei placed her backpack on the benches and began to remove her clothes, one by one. The huge mirror reflected her beautiful, fair body in perfect detail. Unbeknownst to anyone, on the other side of the mirror stood Mi Jian, the owner of the King Kong, greedily peering through a hidden hole in the bulkhead at Huang Mei's youthful and graceful figure: her long, black hair was tied into a cute ponytail, her slender figure appeared fresh and soft, her fair skin was smooth and radiant, and her mature, firm breasts were adorned with two striking bright red nipples against a backdrop of snow-white skin. In this unfamiliar environment, Huang Mei felt constantly watched. She grabbed a large towel and wrapped it around her naked body, quickly putting on her swimsuit. She tied the back strap, stuffed her clothes and towel into her backpack, and headed towards the changing room door. Just as she opened the latch and was about to turn the handle, the door was suddenly pushed open forcefully from the outside with a bang. Huang Mei was startled, dropping her backpack.

A richly dressed man burst in—it was Mi Jian. He seemed to have had a couple of drinks; his face was flushed, and his breathing was rapid. He blocked Huang Mei's path, forcing her to take a step back. Mi Jian seized the opportunity to close the door. He turned around, his eyes fixed on Huang Mei, his expression suggesting he wanted to tear her swimsuit to shreds. Huang Mei felt a chill run down her spine from the look in his eyes and quickly said, "It's Mr. Mi, hello.

Do you need to use the changing room? I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting, I'll be right out."

Mi Jian remained standing there, silent, a sinister smile playing on his lips. Suddenly, he lunged at Huang Mei like a madman. Huang Mei then noticed that he was holding a syringe behind his back! Caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, Huang Mei screamed and frantically tried to back away. But no matter how loud her voice, it was impossible for the people on the shore to hear her. Besides, the changing room was too cramped; there was nowhere to escape. Huang Mei's foot hit a bench against the wall, and she swayed. Mi Jian seized the opportunity, grabbing her and pinning her against the bench.

Huang Mei leaned against the bench, her body arched, desperately resisting with her hands covering her chest. But Mi Jian was incredibly strong. He clamped Huang Mei's legs between his, twisted her hands behind her back with one hand, and pulled the cap off the syringe needle with the other. Huang Mei's face turned pale, her large eyes filled with terror as she watched the gleaming needle slowly approach her fair arm.

"What are you doing? No, no, stop!

Don't..."

The terrified screams abruptly ceased as the syringe needle swiftly and accurately pierced a vein in her arm, injecting 10 milliliters of milky-white liquid into Huang Mei's body. Huang Mei struggled for a moment, then her vision blurred, and she lost consciousness. Mi Jian pulled out the needle, leaving a small, glaring bloodstain on Huang Mei's arm. Mi Jian immediately returned to the yacht's cockpit. He made several phone calls, instructing his subordinates to send a car to pick up the guests enjoying the beach, and explained the reason for the King Kong's departure.

He had already found an unsuspecting reason: Miss Huang Mei had suddenly fallen ill, and Mr. Mi... She had already been taken back. Meanwhile, the group of people on the beach, engrossed in their play, paid no attention. Even those who noticed Huang Mei hadn't disembarked didn't seem puzzled; after all, it was commonplace in the entertainment industry for wealthy young men to meet up with rising models, and Mi Jian's arrangements were already quite thoughtful. Having arranged everything, Mi Jian steered the King Kong away from the coast, heading for a secluded place where he could enjoy his time alone. Watching the coastline recede into the distance, Mi Jian whistled smugly.

On the azure sea, the King Kong stopped 20 nautical miles from the shore, its hull undisturbed by the waves... The water rippled gently, surrounded by the boundless blue sea, with the land far to the north, shrouded in mist and haze. A cool sea breeze swept over them, bringing the slightly salty, moist air of the ocean. The weather was gradually worsening; the bright sunshine was being obscured by thickening clouds. Mi Jian carried Huang Mei from the lower deck to the top deck and placed her on a large, white sun lounger. He had already taken off his clothes, wearing only a pair of shorts. Mi Jian sat beside Huang Mei, carefully examining her body: her hair tie was gone, and her soft, long hair flowed down the side of the chair, fluttering gently in the sea breeze; her eyes were closed, and her slender neck was beautifully tilted to one side; a snow-white... Her arms hung limply to the ground, revealing her fair underarms; her long, slender legs had delicate, smooth skin, their pale complexion reminiscent of ivory sculptures. Huang Mei wore a pink, semi-transparent, one-piece bikini swimsuit. The high-cut waist made her almost perfect legs appear exceptionally long and shapely; the swimsuit was made of highly elastic material, clinging tightly to her body and revealing her enviable figure and curves, even the two delicate nipples on her high, firm breasts were clearly visible; the low-cut design of the swimsuit made the edges of her round, white breasts faintly visible, arousing the imagination. Mi Jian was amazed by Huang Mei's natural beauty, and his penis involuntarily... His penis was already hard. He reached out and caressed Huang Mei's snow-white thighs, the smooth skin further stimulating his lust. So he lowered his head and kissed Huang Mei's soft lips, tasting a sweet flavor. He straddled Huang Mei's soft body, kissing her smooth face, neck, and rounded shoulders repeatedly. His tongue licked Huang Mei's cheeks, and he gently bit her small earlobe. He even raised Huang Mei's arms to lick and suck the white and tender skin under her armpits. At the same time, Mi Jian's hands kept caressing Huang Mei's body, occasionally kneading and teasing her. Huang Mei's delicate body was lifted up and laid horizontally on Mi Jian's back. On Huang Mei's lap, Mi Jian placed one hand on her chest, his fingers slipping under her swimsuit to knead her soft, dove-like breasts. His other hand moved between her legs, caressing her mound of Venus. His breathing quickened.

Mi Jian gently placed Huang Mei on the deck, then sat cross-legged behind her, lifting her upper body. Huang Mei leaned softly against him. Mi Jian's left arm encircled her flat stomach, while his right hand gently stroked her smooth arm. He let Huang Mei rest her head on his shoulder, kissing her soft neck and shoulder repeatedly. The pink swimsuit accentuated Huang Mei's delicate, fair skin. Two thin shoulder straps were tied at the back, and apart from that, there was no extra fabric above the waist. Mi Jian took a breath and reached to untie the straps at the back of the swimsuit. The knot wasn't very tight, and it came loose with a pull, the pink straps slowly sliding down to the sides of her body, revealing Huang Mei's smooth, white back skin to Mi Jian. His hand brushed aside the hair that fell across Huang Mei's neck, then pressed against the back of her neck, sliding down from top to bottom, his palm feeling like he was touching silk. He lowered his head and kissed his way down Huang Mei's smooth back, the faint scent of her body filling his nose, reminding him of blooming roses. Mi Jian stretched out his legs, placing them on Huang Mei's... He pulled her closer to him, their skin touching. Mi Jian felt a dryness in his mouth and his cheeks burning. His hands slowly moved upwards, stopping at Huang Mei's high, firm breasts, grasping her full, plump nipples. Even through the swimsuit, Mi Jian could feel their fullness and elasticity. He rubbed his cheek against Huang Mei's delicate face, his hands caressing her round, full breasts. He squeezed, kneaded, and pinched the alluring nipples through the swimsuit, his Adam's apple bobbing and making soft, gurgling sounds. His penis bulged against his pants, pointing directly at Huang Mei's buttocks. Mi Jian pressed his body against Huang Mei, reaching down to pull the swimsuit straps down. The swimsuit slid down little by little, finally revealing her two jade-white, translucent, hemispherical breasts. Although the swimsuit was stretchy and clung tightly to Huang Mei's body, making it difficult to remove, Mi Jian managed to pull it down below her abdomen. Huang Mei's flawless body lay half-naked in Mi Jian's arms. Her fair and delicate skin stimulated Mi Jian's senses; he excitedly felt the beautiful and gentle female body beneath his hands, passionately kissing Huang Mei's body again and again, his hands holding her breasts tightly, unwilling to let go. After another round of caresses, Mi Jian laid Huang Mei flat on the deck. He grabbed the sides of the swimsuit and pulled it down forcefully, the swimsuit being ripped up to her thighs with a "whoosh." The last mysterious part of Huang Mei's body—the dark bush tightly pressed between her legs—was finally unveiled by Mi Jian. As the pink swimsuit was pulled down from her thighs to her ankles and then removed, Huang Mei was completely naked before Mi Jian's eyes: her fair body lay slightly to her left, her arms placed in front of her, her two beautiful thighs gently crossed to conceal her, and a tempting corner of her mysterious garden was revealed. Mi Jian took Huang Mei's swimsuit in his hand, took off his own shorts, and casually tossed them onto the foredeck. The man and woman, now naked between the sea and sky, seemed to foreshadow the imminent scene of their next act of intercourse. Huang Mei, still half-asleep on the deck, was unaware that she had fallen into the hands of a lecherous man. Her pure and innocent body was completely naked, about to be used as a plaything for his lustful gratification. Mi Jian approached his prey step by step, his smugness barely concealing his burning desire. He spread Huang Mei's legs, revealing the secret passage leading to sexual climax beneath the dark forest.

A wave crashed against the gunwale of the King Kong, shattering into countless sparkling droplets, and the yacht rocked gently. Mi Jian crouched down and straddled Huang Mei. Without the obstruction of clothing, and especially with his penis no longer restrained, he was eager to kiss her. While sucking on Huang Mei's tender pink nipples, Mi Jian caressed her firm, high breasts. His hands reached down, stroking Huang Mei's round, soft buttocks and long, white thighs. His thick penis couldn't resist rubbing against Huang Mei's slightly raised mons pubis and soft, dark pubic hair. Mi Jian kissed his way down Huang Mei's soft chest and smooth abdomen, until he reached her warm feet. He picked up Huang Mei's delicate feet and sucked on her glistening toes. Then he lifted Huang Mei's legs onto his shoulders, rubbing his face against the tender, white skin of her inner thighs. Mi Jian lowered his head and carefully observed Huang Mei's vulva: beneath the soft, dark pubic hair, two full labia majora were tightly closed, the delicate mucous membrane a lovely pink. Huang Mei's pubic hair wasn't particularly thick, and Mi Jian easily found her clitoris, kneading it gently while simultaneously caressing her delicate labia majora. The sensitive area reacted quickly; her pink labia majora became engorged and opened, revealing her pink clitoris and tender flesh. Her vulva slowly became moist, releasing clear vaginal fluid. Mi Jian then lowered his head and began licking and sucking Huang Mei's vulva. The tightly closed vulva, under constant teasing, could no longer resist and opened its treasure trove. Mi Jian then straightened up, aiming his long-starved penis at Huang Mei's opening, preparing to carry out the most important step—invasion.

His erect glans throbbed with excitement, like a viper flicking its tongue. The hideously ugly glans rubbed against Huang Mei's delicate labia for a moment, then, before Huang Mei's vagina was ready, it eagerly thrust inside. The moment the thick glans entered the opening of her secret place, Mi Jian felt a surge of desire in his lower body. Huang Mei's passage was warm and narrow, clearly never before penetrated by a man; sure enough, his penis quickly encountered resistance. Excited at the thought of possessing Huang Mei's virginity, Mi Jian gripped Huang Mei's fair thighs, pressing her lower body down, then thrust his penis forward with a powerful force, forcibly opening Huang Mei's soft vagina. He felt a sudden emptiness after the initial breakthrough; the resistance to his penis's advance vanished. Mi Jian knew he had broken Huang Mei's hymen, and then a warm, bright red liquid seeped from between his penis and her vagina. This virgin territory was indeed being entered by a man's penis for the first time. Although the secret garden was somewhat moist, it still felt very tight, resisting Mi Jian's intrusion with all its might, so the penis's advance was not very fast. Upon entering Huang Mei's body, the penis, feeling the warmth and pressure of the virgin's vagina, almost lost control. Mi Jian quickly held back, thrusting his penis all the way in one go, and then began to pump forcefully, grinding and squeezing the mucous membrane of the vaginal wall with the glans as he pumped. The red flesh flowed out more honey under the friction. With his relentless squeezing and rhythmic up-and-down thrusting, Huang Mei's secret passage finally had to give up resisting and began to meet Mi Jian's increasingly violent thrusting. A large amount of secreted love fluid mixed with the blood from the ruptured mucous membrane when Mi Jian forced his entry flowed out of the vagina, slowly dripping onto the deck. Each time Mi Jian's big penis pumped in and out, it made a "slurping" sound. Huang Mei's body was folded up, her thighs pressed against her abdomen, her feet hooked around Mi Jian's shoulders. Her once crystal-clear, white breasts were now flushed with a faint blush under Mi Jian's vigorous kneading, and her round, delicate nipples became engorged and erect under intense stimulation. Huang Mei's tender vulva hadn't even had a chance to receive caresses before being subjected to a storm of ravages. The area around her vulva quickly became engorged and swollen from the friction and pressure of the enormous penis. Mi Jian's movements became increasingly rapid; he was confident that only a powerful penetration could truly conquer the beautiful Huang Mei. So he constantly changed positions, relentlessly and violently ravaging Huang Mei's body. His enormous penis, like a steel rod, pounded against Huang Mei's soft cervix, shattering this last barrier in an instant. Huang Mei's sacred secret passage was finally opened. While asleep, Huang Mei's virgin body was relentlessly ravaged. Her instinctive restraint and resistance, lacking the support of willpower, quickly vanished. Her beautiful body was completely open to Mi Jian, allowing the lecherous demon to ravage her at will. He didn't know how much time had passed, nor how many thrusts he had made, before Mi Jian reached his climax. After another wild roll, Mi Jian gripped Huang Mei's high breasts tightly with both hands, his penis pressing against her cervix. Then, a stream of hot, warm fluid shot rapidly into Huang Mei's uterus, the viscous white liquid quickly filling every corner of her womb before slowly flowing out. Exhausted, Mi Jian held Huang Mei and rested for a while before stepping over her and entering the cabin.

A light drizzle began to fall, the raindrops gently landing on Huang Mei's naked body, forming tiny, glistening beads on her hair and skin. Huang Mei didn't know how long she had been unconscious; when she awoke, it was almost completely dark. Huang Mei felt a chill creep down her spine. She slowly opened her eyes, her entire body feeling as if it had been dismantled. Her head, torso, and limbs ached terribly, and a burning, stinging pain throbbed in her lower body. When she realized she was lying naked on the yacht's deck, and saw the pool of filth mixed with bright red blood on her thighs and the red finger marks on her pale skin, she understood she had been raped.

In an instant, she was overwhelmed with remorse and couldn't help but sob softly. The evening sea breeze blew against Huang Mei's naked body, making her tremble. Enduring the physical and mental pain, Huang Mei struggled to her feet, holding onto the railing, and slowly made her way into the cabin. At that moment, Mi Jian had already taken a long, hot shower and was drying his wet hair with a towel as he walked out of the cabin. The two met unexpectedly at the cabin door. Facing the devil who had taken her virginity, Huang Mei's tearful eyes were filled with both hatred and fear. Her hands instinctively covered her chest as she slowly backed away. Seeing Huang Mei's pitiful state, Mi Jian's heart stirred, and his lust reignited. Taking advantage of a wave crashing against the yacht and Huang Mei losing her balance, he grabbed her. Huang Mei, filled with shame and anger, slapped him. But Mi Jian reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist. He lewdly kissed Huang Mei's fair face, saying, "Little beauty, you're mine now. How can you be so mean to me?"

"You shameless devil!"

Huang Mei spat at him hatefully. Mi Jian wiped his face, remaining silent, and amidst Huang Mei's continued accusations, he lifted her up and carried her into the cabin. Huang Mei was too weak; she could no longer resist Mi Jian's rape.

The yacht's cramped bathroom was dimly lit and filled with steam. Huang Mei's naked, white body was held tightly by Mi Jian under the warm running water. The water flowed gently down her beautiful body, cleansing every inch of her fair skin, yet it could not wash away the humiliation branded upon her. Mi Jian held Huang Mei's chest with one hand, gently kneading her soft breasts, while the other hand combed her pubic hair on her mons pubis. His fingers teased between Huang Mei's legs, which were tightly clamped together. His penis was erect once again, eager to try. He lifted Huang Mei's snow-white buttocks, revealing her still swollen vulva, and thrust his penis into her lower body, then began to pump again. Huang Mei lay helplessly against the wooden cabin wall, her hands tightly gripping the clothes hanger. Two lines of clear tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes as she silently endured yet another act of rape. The sea was shrouded in mist and rain, with only Huang Mei's intermittent moans of pain echoing from the cramped space…

Chapter Four: Nightmare, Awakening

“Ah…” Huang Mei’s moan pulled Mi Jian, still lost in his memories, back to reality. Huang Mei on the yacht had been his most unforgettable prey. About a month after that day, Huang Mei

won the “Miss Bincheng” pageant with overwhelming popularity, hailed by the media as the most beautiful champion in 10 years. Rumors then circulated that she had moved to Hong Kong, and Mi Jian never had a chance to find her again, only knowing that she had become an advertising queen. Facing her stunningly beautiful figure in the advertisements, he couldn't forget her. Until this month, Mi Jian accidentally discovered that Huang Mei had returned to the bay area to develop her career. He painstakingly followed her for over half a month, finally finding her residence and figuring out her daily routine. He patiently waited for his opportunity, and finally, he successfully kidnapped Huang Mei. A smile returned to Mi Jian's lips. He slipped his hand inside her skirt, slowly sliding it up her smooth thigh until he touched the lace edge of Huang Mei's panties. His fingers slipped under the panties, gently stroking the soft pubic hair on Huang Mei's full mons pubis. The brass buttons on the skirt had already been loosened. Mi Jian lowered his head, scanning Huang Mei's genitals, and reached to undo the belt at the waist.

The effects of the anesthetic gradually wore off, and Huang Mei slowly woke up. In her hazy state, she vaguely felt waves of tingling and itching in her sensitive areas. As her consciousness gradually cleared, she remembered some fragmented memories: a walk on the beach, the Ferrari that wouldn't start, the man in sunglasses, and the towel covering her mouth. She suddenly opened her eyes and was immediately stunned by the scene before her: she was lying disheveled in a closed room, the front of her skirt was lifted up, almost completely exposing her snow-white thighs, and a man was on top of her, stroking her genitals. Huang Mei was both ashamed and anxious. She tried to push him away, but she immediately realized that her hands were firmly bound by a black leather belt. She couldn't help but scream. The man was about to untie the belt when he suddenly noticed that Huang Mei was awake, so he stopped and slowly raised his head. Huang Mei's gaze fell on the man's face, and her whole body trembled as if she had been electrocuted: his thin and pale face, thin lips, narrow and slightly triangular eyes, and those two eyes burning with lust that she would never forget, dragged her into memories of unbearable pain and shame. It was him! It was him! The man who had brutally taken her virginity on the yacht a year ago—Mi Jian! Huang Mei's thoughts were in turmoil, and the nightmare scenes that had repeatedly woken her up in the middle of the night resurfaced in her mind: a light rain was falling, and she was naked and pressed down on the deck of a yacht. A man raised his thick, ugly penis and forcefully penetrated her. The screams of pain and the man's triumphant laughter echoed continuously...

"Are you awake?" Mi Jian's cloying voice came from beside her ear.

"My beauty, do you still remember me?"

"You devil, even if you turned to ashes, I would still recognize you!"

"Hahaha... I knew you wouldn't forget me. Besides me, who else has given our beautiful Miss Bincheng such an unforgettable experience?"

"Shameless!"

"I savor our wonderful time together every day."

"You lecherous wolf in human skin, you'll get your comeuppance." Huang Mei's eyes blazed with anger. Mi Jian leered without answering, but his hand, which was on Huang Mei's mons pubis, grabbed a tuft of pubic hair. A woman's mons pubis is delicate and sensitive, and with Mi Jian's force, Huang Mei couldn't help but moan.

"It's been a year, and you've become more and more beautiful. Every time I see you on TV, I can't help but masturbate." Mi Jian said as he poked his index finger into Huang Mei's vulva.

"Ah... devil!

What are you doing... don't come any closer, ah...

" Huang Mei's thighs clamped tightly together as her vulva was poked and pinched by his finger. What are you doing? "Of course I'll fuck you! Don't worry, no one else here will know except us.

" Mi Jian's fingers moved even more violently. "No... Ouch... Stop! Hmm...

" Huang Mei's face flushed pink, and her body twisted and turned to escape. Mi Jian simply grabbed the two front panels of her skirt and pulled them up to her thighs, completely exposing Huang Mei's long, smooth legs. "Wow! So beautiful, so fair and tender, I really should taste it!" Mi Jian drooled, biting down on Huang Mei's inner thigh and sucking on her delicate white skin. The tingling and slightly painful sensation made Huang Mei's breathing quicken. She struggled and broke free from Mi Jian's legs, kicking him. The pain enraged the devil, and Mi Jian slapped Huang Mei across the face, grabbed her hair, and said viciously, "You bitch, you're asking for it, daring to kick me. See how I deal with you!" "You beast, I will definitely report you."

"Really? Please don't! I'm so scared!

Hmph! We'll talk about it after you get out of here!" Mi Jian said, walking to the wall and grasping the handle of a winch, which he started turning.

One end of the leather strap binding Huang Mei's hands was fixed to this winch, and as the winch turned, the strap slowly tightened. Huang Mei felt her hands being pulled upwards, then her shoulders left the ground, and then her upper body.

Mi Jian kept turning the winch handle, and Huang Mei's body was gradually hoisted into the air. Huang Mei tried desperately to break free of the leather straps on her wrists, and her legs kicked wildly, but it was no use; her body was being hoisted higher and higher. Finally, Huang Mei's feet also left the ground, with only her toes barely supporting her body. Mi Jian fixed the winch, and with a lewd grin on his face, walked up to Huang Mei.

"How does it feel to be hung up like that? Don't worry, the real show is yet to come."

A gleaming scalpel appeared in his hand, its sharp blade gleaming coldly under the light. Mi Jian patted Huang Mei's delicate face with the handle of the scalpel. "What a pity it would be if this pretty face had a few haphazardly placed knife handles on it!" Huang Mei turned her face away, ignoring him.

Mi Jian then placed the scalpel against Huang Mei's beautiful neck, his tone suddenly turning fierce: "I've always been gentle with women and don't want to stain my hands with blood. But you'd better behave and not move, otherwise, if my hand trembles, that beautiful Miss Bincheng will never speak again. Then I'll rape you and bury you, making you disappear from this world forever!"

The blade continued to slide down, Huang Mei felt the cold blade moving slowly, her face turning deathly pale, fear causing her to tightly close her eyes.

"Or, hehe." Mi Jian looked at Huang Mei smugly, the knife in his hand suddenly slicing through the air...

The sharp

knife didn't cut Huang Mei's body, but instead severed the belt of her low-waisted skirt. Huang Mei felt her waist loosen, her legs go cold, and her skirt had slipped down to the tatami mat beneath her feet, revealing a pair of glossy, white legs under her narrow panties to Mi Jian. The second cut severed the left shoulder of her vest, then the right, revealing her bra underneath.

"Let me go, please let me go!" Huang Mei understood what was about to happen. The thought of being humiliated by Mi Jian again was unbearable, and she pleaded desperately.

"The noble Miss Huang would actually beg a devil like me? Unfortunately, I have waited too long." Mi Jian's voice was like cold cast iron. He lifted the edge of the vest, and with a swift movement of the scalpel, the vest was sliced in two from the chest with a "swoosh," falling to the ground. In the blink of an eye, Huang Mei was left only with a milky-white bra and panties.

Mi Jian put down his scalpel, embraced Huang Mei's half-naked body, and exclaimed, "So beautiful, so incredibly beautiful." Huang Mei's well-proportioned and graceful figure appeared exceptionally long and slender due to being suspended. Her smooth skin stood out against the black backdrop of her back and feet, appearing exceptionally white. Her long, black, and flowing hair cascaded down her back. The strapless bra with a two-cup design and the narrow, high-waisted panties added infinite charm and sexiness to her body.

Mi Jian circled Huang Mei several times, as if admiring a masterpiece of art. He pushed the camera in front of Huang Mei, pointing the lens at her body.

"Please, no, don't do this to me..."

Poor Huang Mei was already covered in tears. She lowered her head, hoping to avoid the camera lens. Mi Jian lifted her chin with his hand, forcing her to face the camera.

"Look at the camera! You're a popular star, a lot of people will be interested in a videotape like this." Mi Jian put on a hood, pressed the recoil button, and then began to grope wantonly in front of the camera.

The camera started, the red recording light flashed, and the videotape whirred, recording every second on camera. Mi Jian took off his clothes, the hood completely covering his face. Huang Mei sobbed softly, occasionally letting out short moans, her ivory-like body trembling slightly under Mi Jian's hands. Mi Jian left hot kisses on every part of her body—neck, armpits, navel, buttocks—his tongue constantly licking her delicate skin. He stood behind Huang Mei, his hands slipping under her armpits, kneading her soft breasts. Her milky white bra was pulled open, and Mi Jian's hands reached inside to caress Huang Mei's breasts.

A year later, Huang Mei's breasts remained as high and firm as ever, now even more lustrous and rounded.

Mi Jian held these breasts, enough to drive any man mad, in his hands; the full, soft sensation sent an electric current through his palms to his brain. He unfastened Huang Mei's blouse, revealing her exquisitely crafted bra. Two perfectly proportioned, snow-white mounds stood shyly under the bright light.

Mi Jian brought the bra to his nose and inhaled its scent; it too carried the fragrance of roses emanating from Huang Mei. He tossed the bra at Huang Mei's feet, forcefully squeezing her breasts together to create a deep cleavage, his fingers probing within. Mi Jian took one of Huang Mei's nipples into his mouth, his tongue teasing the pale pink areola, his teeth gently nibbling at the small, delicate nipple. The tender nipple being attacked sent a jolt through Huang Mei, and she couldn't help but let out a long moan. Mi Jian showed no sign of stopping, pinching and flicking the two cherry-red nipples with his fingers. The small, soft nipples quickly swelled and became erect. Huang Mei's brows furrowed in pain, her hair flying wildly, and her moans turned into cries of agony, "Ah...please, stop! I can't take it anymore!"

Her delicate face, streaked with tears and flushed crimson from Mi Jian's torment, resembled a pear blossom battered by rain, evoking immense pity. Unfortunately, Mi Jian seemed unmoved, his heart set on nothing, which only fueled his animalistic instincts. He forcefully grabbed Huang Mei's nipples, as if trying to rip them off. Huang Mei broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, her entire body tense like a spring. Mi Jian's hands moved to Huang Mei's armpits; her fair skin was hairless, and his fingers traced circles. The burning pain in her chest hadn't completely subsided when an unbearable itch came from her armpits. Huang Mei groaned and pleaded, hoping Mi Jian would stop his torment. Mi Jian's hands then slid to her waist; her slender waist and flat stomach captivated him, giving Huang Mei a brief respite. Mi Jian caressed Huang Mei's abdomen, his hand slipping inside the edge of her underwear. He picked up Huang Mei's nearly translucent, milky-white panties, curled the lace edges into a ball, and slowly pulled them down. Huang Mei had completely lost the ability to resist the demon's violation, unable to prevent her lower body from being exposed to the dark camera. All she could do was try to cross her legs together. The thin silk panties were finally pulled down to her feet and then off her body. Huang Mei was immediately naked, her pure and beautiful body completely exposed to the lecherous demon. Mi Jian threw the panties on the ground and stepped forward to embrace Huang Mei's naked body.

The camera lens "buzzed" as it recorded this extremely obscene scene. In the silent and sealed underground chamber, the high-powered lights illuminated it as if it were daytime. Hanging in the center of the secret chamber was Huang Mei's pure white body. From behind, her smooth, graceful curves were captivating. Her cloud-like hair shone exceptionally black against her snow-white skin. A mesmerizing deep crevice was hidden between her full, white buttocks, enough to quell any man's desire. Mi Jian stared intently at Huang Mei's naked body, mesmerized by this unparalleled sculpture created by God. He grasped one of Huang Mei's warm, smooth ankles and slowly lifted it to the side. As her thigh gradually rose, the mysterious area between Huang Mei's thighs was exposed to the camera. Beneath the soft, slightly curled pubic hair was a pink, fertile plain, and beneath the two full labia was a mysterious valley—the most precious and delicate bud of a woman was hidden deep in the center of the valley. Mi Jian tried to insert his fingers into the valley and dig deeper, the red flesh on both sides of the soft valley walls occasionally revealing itself. He spread Huang Mei's beautiful legs apart, trapping them between his own body. One hand gripped her peach-like breasts, teasing the almost ripe red cherries, while the other explored the hidden treasures of her tender, mysterious area. Both of the most sensitive areas of her body trembled simultaneously under Mi Jian's clutches. Huang Mei clenched her teeth, breathing heavily. Her hands gripped the leather straps on her wrists tightly, her knuckles white from the force. The intense sensory assault felt like a swarm of ants, leaving her unable to live or die. At that moment, Huang Mei's mind was a blur; she almost fainted, only instinctively crying out, "...Don't touch there...please, let me go...no..."

Suddenly, Huang Mei let out a piercing scream, her body arching like a shrimp, trembling violently. While teasing Huang Mei's body, Mi Jian had secretly freed his hand to aim his huge, red-hot penis at the entrance of her soft secret passage. Before Huang Mei's vagina could be fully lubricated and stretched, he thrust his large penis in hard. He had waited a whole year for this day, and he couldn't wait any longer. His hands supported Huang Mei's waist, and his body thrust forward repeatedly, his penis brutally penetrating Huang Mei's jade gate, passing through the narrow valley and hitting the flower core. It was still so urgent, still so warm. Returning to the same place, Mi Jian's thick, round glans, like an electric drill, mercilessly pounded against the soft walls of her secret passage, striking the smooth cervix. Huang Mei's first time was ruthlessly taken by Mi Jian, and this nightmare had never left her. For more than a year, she had not been free from the shadow of the rape on the yacht, so she had repeatedly rejected the sincere advances of men, and thus her beautiful body had never experienced the baptism of true sexual love. Mi Jian quickly realized this, as the beautiful body beneath him remained as virgin as an untouched maiden, difficult to penetrate.

The thought only fueled his excitement, his movements becoming increasingly vigorous, for he was once again experiencing the thrill of taking a precious virginity.

"Ah...it hurts...stop!...help me!" Huang Mei felt as if her lower body was being torn apart by sharp claws, her head feeling as if it had been cleaved in two by an axe. The forceful penetration caused Huang Mei's vagina to reflexively contract, tightly gripping Mi Jian's thick penis, each thrust accompanied by a tearing, excruciating pain. She cried out incessantly, her pitiful cries echoing in the room, her upper body swaying violently in mid-air.

"Hahaha...so good! So good! Scream, scream louder, no one can save you. Hahaha..." Mi Jian laughed maniacally, his penis continuing to grind and pound inside Huang Mei. The frequent thrusting caused Huang Mei's body to secrete a large amount of vaginal fluid, which flowed out of her private area with each thrust of his penis. Some of the fluid dripped between her thighs, quickly wetting her soft pubic hair. Her genitals, pressed tightly against Mi Jian's, were also moistened with the clear love fluid, glistening under the light. Mi Jian reached out and smeared some of the fluid on Huang Mei's soft breasts, kneading them. Then, he pinched Huang Mei's chin, put his wet fingers to her lips, and forced her to lick his own fluid.

Mi Jian continued his "plowing," and Huang Mei's taut vagina slowly relaxed, the resistance of his penis's movements gradually decreasing. Huang Mei's moans gradually turned into whimpers, the pain in her lower body seemed less intense than at the beginning, and her female instincts even gave her a slight pleasure.

The series of humiliations had left her powerless to resist, and she could only let Mi Jian manipulate her like a doll. Shame, pain, helplessness—she seemed to feel none of it anymore. Her only hope was that the end would come quickly. Time seemed to freeze in that second. Apart from the buzzing of the camera, the only other sound in the secret room was the friction of their bodies as they rubbed together. Mi Jian, seemingly tireless, held Huang Mei's fair body tightly as he thrust. The delicate flowers and fruits of her secret garden now belonged to him. He grasped Huang Mei's snow-white breasts, reaching climax with each thrust—his lower abdomen pressed against her full mons pubis, his penis parting her pink petals. After a series of muscle contractions, a large amount of grayish-white, viscous semen gushed from his body, the warm liquid immediately shooting into Huang Mei's body. The sticky liquid flowed into her soft uterus, mixing with the existing vaginal fluid, overflowing the space between his penis and her vagina. The continuously flowing liquid coated every inch of the flesh in her deep valley, then slowly flowed between Huang Mei's thighs. The penis ejaculated its last drop of semen, quickly and limply withdrawing from the woman's vagina. Huang Mei let out a long sigh. Mi Jian reached out and unbuckled the belt on Huang Mei's wrist, lowering her body from its mid-air suspension. Huang Mei could no longer hold on, her body collapsing weakly onto the black tatami mat. The prolonged humiliation had exhausted her strength, and the torment she had suffered, both physically and mentally, was far beyond what this frail young woman could bear. She collapsed onto the tatami mat and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Mi Jian turned off the camera. He pulled off his mask, his hair soaked with sweat. He checked the time display on the camera; it was already 11 p.m. This frenzied rape had lasted for three whole hours, and he too felt aches and pains, utterly exhausted. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he left Huang Mei lying on the tatami mat and turned to leave the secret room.

After taking a hot shower, Mi Jian felt much better. When he returned to the underground secret room, he had a camera in his hand. Huang Mei remained unconscious, her pale body appearing exceptionally radiant and beautiful against the backdrop of the black tatami mat. Her delicate frame lay reclining, showing almost no signs of abuse, instead exuding a gentle and alluring mature beauty. Only her disheveled hair, the lingering tear stains on her face, and the traces of semen on her genitals hinted at the inhuman humiliation and rape this beautiful woman had endured. Mi Jian sat on the tatami mat and began to replay the footage captured by the camera. A hauntingly beautiful image appeared on the large screen: Huang Mei's body suspended in the air… caressing… parted legs… exposed perineum… penetration began… screams and maniacal laughter… orgasm… an extremely clear and detailed record of the rape.

Mi Jian's heart pounded wildly. The continuous stream of obscene images made him unable to believe that his penis had become erect again. The Miss Bincheng winner was indeed unparalleled; her beauty was dazzling. Men who saw her wanted to possess her, and once they had her, they wanted to have her again. Beauty was a gift from heaven, but it also brought her disaster. Mi Jian was completely captivated by this beautiful female body. He bent down and straightened Huang Mei's body, running his hands through her smooth, long hair. On her delicate, white arms, faint marks remained where the belt buckle had been, and her mons pubis, inner thighs, and the tatami mat were stained with stains from the spilled semen. Mi Jian took a hot towel from the bathroom and gently wiped the stains off Huang Mei's body. The steaming towel moistened every inch of her skin, and soon Huang Mei's body was as lustrous and beautiful as a carved jade. Mi Jian grabbed his camera, changing angles to capture the flawless, naked body. The flash went off frequently, each image of Huang Mei's alluring figure captured on film until the roll ran out. With these clear videotapes and photos, Huang Mei could no longer escape his grasp. The thought of this beautiful woman finally becoming his plaything filled Mi Jian with immense pride.

"If I want a woman, I can have her."

Night deepened, and the lights in the seaside villa complex gradually went out. The long beach was deserted, save for the occasional police patrol car slowly passing by. On the other side of the bridge, the bustling city remained a vibrant scene of lights, elegant women, and heavy traffic. Huang Mei's colleagues wondered why she hadn't arrived. They tried to contact her, but her home phone went unanswered, and her cell phone was switched off. They assumed she wasn't feeling well and continued their revelry. Meanwhile, in a secret underground room of a villa by the sea, Huang Mei was being ravaged by a demon. Mi Jian had lost count of how many times he had pounced on Huang Mei. Even though Huang Mei had fainted, Mi Jian still didn't let her go. He used different positions again and again, his penis going soft and hard inside Huang Mei's vagina, hard and soft again. In any case, this was the third time he had ejaculated inside Huang Mei. The unrestrained release left his penis limp, but he still lay on Huang Mei's delicate body, stroking the soft, white, warm jade beneath him. Every part of Huang Mei's body bore his "footprints." In the last moment before he fell asleep from exhaustion, he was still licking Huang Mei's delicate feet, which she had carefully maintained due to years of dance performances. When Mi Jian woke up

at the end of the sixth section

, it was almost 4 a.m. He found himself still sucking on Huang Mei's glistening toes. After a night of torment, Huang Mei was still fast asleep. When he got off Huang Mei, he felt that his legs were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't even lift them. Huang Mei's clothes had already been torn to shreds. He found a sheet, wrapped Huang Mei's body in it, and carried her into the black Mercury van. He knew he had to get Huang Mei back to where the Ferrari was parked before dawn.

The tide began to rise, and the red Ferrari sat alone on the beach.

A black Mercury van with its lights off emerged like a ghost from the dark woods by the sea and stopped next to the Ferrari. A man wearing sunglasses got out of the car. He carefully looked around to make sure no one was there before opening the door and stuffing the unconscious woman wrapped in the sheet into the Ferrari. Before closing the door, he placed a mobile phone back next to the gearbox.

Then the Mercury started up quickly, the tire tracks quickly turning a corner and disappearing into the dark woods.

Forty-four, Modern Sex Demon Story: Fang Wen - The Last Night,

Chapter One: Encountering a Beauty

. Honolulu at dusk was beautiful and peaceful, the golden sunlight sprinkling every corner of this Pacific island with a layer of gold dust. The Hilton Crown Plaza Hotel, standing on the beach, is one of the city's most luxurious and eye-catching buildings. Atop its 48-story, ship-shaped main tower lies the world-renowned, unique Sky Ballroom.

At this moment, at 6 PM Pacific Time, the Sky Ballroom is brightly lit, with chefs and waiters busily preparing for the upcoming banquet—a thank-you banquet for the signing of an agreement between the Gulf Wind Group, the Western National Bank, and the City of Honolulu for the development of Spring Beach. In the center of the hall, a handsome, tall young man is carefully inspecting the arrangements, occasionally instructing his subordinates on improvements. He is Mi Jian, one of the third-generation heirs of the Mi family of the Wind Group. He has come to Hawaii with his father as a member of the delegation to participate in the drafting and signing of this $2 billion mega-development agreement that has shaken the world, demonstrating his high status within the Mi family. As

Mi Jian is busy directing his subordinates to hang the large red banner, a middle-aged man over 50 years old enters, surrounded by a group of people. Mi Jian quickly stepped forward and called out, "Father." This was Mi Zhaowei, the vice chairman of Fengling. He surveyed the venue, patted his son on the shoulder, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Good, well done. Michael, there's still some time before it starts, why don't you go back to your room and rest?" "Hmm

..." Mi Jian replied, his eyes constantly searching through the crowd behind his father, seemingly looking for a familiar figure, but a look of regret quickly appeared on his face.

"She's not here."

Mi Jian gave a few instructions to the hotel manager behind him and left the banquet hall.

The evening sunset, like a bright yellow orange, hung on the azure Pacific Ocean. Mi Jian drew back the floor-to-ceiling curtains of the 40th-floor luxury suite, letting the sunlight stream into the room, and lay down on the large bed. The image of that slender and beautiful figure kept flashing through his mind. Ah, Fiona, when will I be able to have you? Mi Jian thought to himself. Today is the last day. Tomorrow I'll be heading back home. Once I'm back in the bay, I won't be able to go back to Fengling Pavilion as often, and my chances of getting close to her will be even fewer. No, I have to find a way to accomplish this tonight, no matter what. Mi Jian's slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed; he seemed to have a plan. He glanced at his watch; it was almost seven o'clock. Time to get ready. Mi Jian got out of bed, opened the wardrobe, and began choosing his evening attire. In one corner of the wardrobe was a pale purple, semi-transparent women's nightgown and a short, white, lace-trimmed pair of panties. Mi Jian knelt down, brought the two garments to his lips, and inhaled the lingering fragrance, his once bright eyes becoming hazy. He unzipped his pants and began masturbating in the afterglow of the setting sun, letting out heavy breaths, interspersed with broken names, "...Wen......

"

Time seemed to have reversed. In the bustling downtown area of Bay City, a skyscraper soared into the clouds. This was the headquarters of the Mi family's flagship Fengling Group—the Fengling Pavilion Building. Mi Jian stood listlessly in the elevator, his mind still preoccupied with how to get Cheng Yashi. His father had just called, ordering him to return to Fengling Pavilion, saying there was something important, disrupting his plans for the day. Mi Jian entered his father's office, sat in the leather swivel chair, and crossed his legs, swinging them back and forth. His father was listening to a subordinate's report and told him to wait aside. He aimlessly scanned his surroundings, appearing bored. Suddenly, a beautiful back appeared in his field of vision. The sight of the woman immediately captivated Mi Jian. She was a young, beautiful white-collar worker; her pink business suit couldn't conceal her tall, slender figure, and her melodious voice was like a bird's song. Mi Jian stared at her back, at her long, glossy black hair and her slim, shapely, fair legs, until she turned around. Mi Jian's heart pounded wildly. What a beautiful woman! Her smooth cheeks, sparkling eyes, delicate nose, and slightly parted lips instantly drew him in. He didn't pay much attention to his father's instructions afterward; he only knew he was going to Hawaii. His soul was almost completely captivated by that beautiful figure.

The departure day arrived quickly. Mi Jian already knew the importance of this trip to Hawaii and was fully prepared. Of course, he also found the information he needed on the company computer. The beauty in his father's office that day was named Fang Wen, her English name was Fiona, 24 years old, a graduate of the University of Pittsburgh with an MBA, and currently the assistant manager of his father's overseas expansion department. Mi Jian also learned that she was one of the famous "Four Beauties" of Fengling. Of course, under his father's management, Mi Jian knew it wouldn't be as easy to get her as it would be in his own company, so he could only wait silently like a wolf for an opportunity, but he never intended to give up. In Mi Jian's dictionary, there was no such word as "unattainable". And the unexpected encounter at the airport further strengthened his desire to have Fang Wen. It was just before boarding, in the VIP waiting room where the delegation was located, that Mi Jian bumped into Fang Wen very by chance outside the restroom. When Mi Jian helped her up, he realized that the beautiful woman in front of him was Fang Wen, the one who had captivated him. Fang Wen was clearly in pain from his actions, bending over to rub her ankle. Mi Jian half-carried, half-helped Fang Wen back to her seat, his eyes already deeply captivated by her snow-white neck, full breasts, and long, beautiful legs. He then placed one hand on her slender waist.

"Miss Fang, I'm sorry," Mi Jian said politely.

"It's alright, Mr. Mi. You...you know me?"

"Of course, you're one of the company's four beauties and my father's right-hand man. How could I not recognize you? Let me help you back."

"No need, thank you, Mr. Mi, I'm fine."

"Just call me Michael."

"That's not appropriate. Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Mi, it's time to board. You should go now." The airport announcements began, and Mi Jian had no choice but to leave. Fang Wen was clearly wary of Mi Jian, which only fueled his desire to possess her. In the first-class cabin of the plane, Mi Jian gazed at Fang Wen's beautiful sleeping posture and her fair, smooth thighs, wrapped in sheer stockings and exposed outside the blanket, thinking to himself: Fiona, I must have you before I return. (01-10 Section 2: A Glass of Champagne)

Mi Jian's masturbation reached its climax with a spasm, but he managed to hold back from ejaculating. He wanted to save this precious semen for Fang Wen's love pussy, so he always refrained from ejaculating. He put away two pieces of clothing, tidied his slightly disheveled hair, and began to change. Speaking of those two pieces of clothing, Mi Jian couldn't help but feel smug. Although he knew Fang Wen lived alone on the 38th floor, getting into her room through the heavily guarded front desk was simply impossible. Plus, Fang Wen seemed to be consciously avoiding him, so after arriving in Hawaii, he hadn't had many opportunities to contact his prey. That day, he accidentally discovered the hotel's laundry cart, and he secretly followed it to find out where the laundry room was. Late at night, he left his room and went straight to the laundry room. There wasn't a hotel employee in sight. Mi Jian sneaked into the laundry room; it was empty. He easily found locker number 3818, Fang Wen's room number, opened it, and took out the clothes to be washed. He picked out the two most intimate items—a nightgown and underwear—that most aroused a man's sexual fantasies, and rushed back to his room. That night, he placed Wen's underwear on the bed and spent the night masturbating repeatedly.

Now, Mi Jian was ready, dressed in a sharp tuxedo; he was now a young, wealthy man of high society.

He looked himself over in the mirror, then left his room and headed towards the banquet hall. The elevator stopped at the top floor. Mi Jian could already feel the lively atmosphere outside. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, several beautiful PR staff greeted him with smiles, "Mr. Mi, please come in. The chairman is already waiting for you." Mi Jian waved and entered the banquet hall, chatting with the guests while keeping an eye on Fang Wen's beautiful figure.

"Ah Jian! Come and greet your uncles and elders."

Hearing his father's call, Mi Jian quickly turned around. In that instant, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure: long, flowing, lustrous hair, a strapless, low-cut black sequined dress, and a delicate, beautiful face—it was Fang Wen! Mi Jian paused for a moment, then walked towards his father.

"Once you're here, you can't escape my grasp." The last burden in Mi Jian's heart was lifted.

The thank-you banquet began promptly at eight o'clock. Celebrities from all walks of life in Honolulu, leading figures in the financial and real estate industries, and local community leaders gathered in the magnificent banquet hall. The ladies present were all meticulously dressed, a dazzling display of elegance and beauty. After brief speeches and expressions of gratitude, the lively cocktail party began. Mi Jian followed his father, smiling and raising his glass, but his eyes never left Fang Wen. She looked absolutely stunning today. Her black, low-cut dress accentuated her flawless, radiant skin, almost dazzling under the bright lights. The meticulously tailored, form-fitting dress revealed her slender figure, her full breasts arousing allure. A delicate diamond necklace around her neck added to her radiant and noble air. Mi Jian slowly and subtly approached Fang Wen. As he reached her side, a faint fragrance wafted around him, and he felt a surge of nervousness. Fang Wen was smiling as she listened to the daughter of a local overseas Chinese leader explaining the Honolulu Museum. In that fleeting moment, Mi Jian deliberately brushed against Fang Wen's soft, boneless arm. He felt the incredibly smooth, warm skin against his hand, and he swallowed hard. Fang Wen's wine glass was knocked over onto the carpet, fortunately empty, with only a few drops splashing onto her dress. Mi Jian, looking apologetic, hurriedly handed over a snow-white silk scarf, repeatedly saying, "Sorry, I'm so sorry." Fang Wen, seeing it was Mi Jian again, returned a bright smile, "It's alright." Without further ado, Mi Jian stopped a waiter, took another glass of champagne from the tray, and said to Fang Wen, "For my two offenses, I'd like to offer you a toast."

He then handed the glass to Fang Wen.

"No, no, thank you, Mr. Mi, I don't drink," Fang Wen replied calmly.

"It's alright, it's just a glass of champagne, please do me the honor." Fang Wen didn't have much of a liking for this boss's son, but it wasn't appropriate to refuse in this situation. Seeing Mi Jian's insistence, and thinking it was just a glass of champagne, Fang Wen accepted the glass, clinked glasses with Mi Jian, and took a small sip. Mi Jian raised his glass high and addressed the surrounding guests, "Today is a great day for our cooperation to begin. Let's toast to a bright future!"

The guests applauded enthusiastically amidst the clinking of glasses. Seeing this, Fang Wen had no choice but to down her pale yellow champagne in one gulp. Mi Jian, watching this, was overjoyed. He walked towards the other end of the hall, a smile spreading across his face. He discreetly closed a hidden compartment in his ring, continuing his conversation with others as if nothing had happened, his gaze constantly fixed on Fang Wen from afar.

In the opulent banquet hall, various VIPs formed small circles, discussing topics of interest, but the atmosphere wasn't noisy. Fang Wen chatted with the guests around her for a while, feeling a slight weariness, so she bowed, apologized, and headed towards the restroom. The luxurious VIP restroom was empty, with only soft music playing from the speakers. Fang Wen stood before the restroom mirror, gazing absently at her beautiful face, feeling a weariness slowly creeping over her. Fang Wen attributed it to the work pressure of the past week and didn't pay much attention. She touched up her makeup, adjusted her bangs, straightened her long dress, and then returned to her seat. After sitting for a while, Fang Wen felt increasingly tired, even drowsy. Even the bright chandelier seemed glaring, and the conversations around her became noisy. She had no choice but to leave early. Fang Wen picked up her black handbag and walked out of the banquet hall. Her high heels clicked crisply on the marble floor of the elevator lobby. The elevator arrived quickly, and Fang Wen stepped inside, pressing button 38. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand reached out and blocked them, then a tall figure slipped into the elevator. Fang Wen quickly pressed the open button and saw that it was Mi Jian. Mi Jian seemed to be in a hurry, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"What a coincidence, Fiona, it's great to see you again."

"Hello." Fang Wen nodded.

"What's wrong? You don't look too well. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Nothing, just a little tired. Maybe I was too tired the past few days."

"Then you should get some rest. What floor are you staying on? I'll take you back." Mi Jian started being overly attentive again.

"No need to trouble you. We'll be there soon."

As soon as Fang Wen finished speaking, the elevator stopped with a "ding." Fang Wen stepped out of the elevator, feeling dizzy, and walked towards her room. At first, Mi Jian carefully supported her, but after turning past the service desk, he practically carried Fang Wen forward. Fang Wen felt extremely dizzy and could only lean on Mi Jian's shoulder. The two of them entered room 18 together.

Chapter 3: The Beast Reveals Its True Colors

Fang Wen pushed open the door, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable all over, with a heavy feeling in her chest. She leaned against the wall behind the door, her handbag falling onto the carpet. She touched her forehead, wondering if she had fallen ill. Mi Jian turned and closed the door. The hallway light clearly illuminated the metal nameplate on the room, displaying the number "4018". He locked the door and bolted it, then turned on the "Do Not Disturb" light before leading Fang Wen inside. He didn't want to be disturbed while they were "enjoying" themselves. The room was dark, so Mi Jian helped Fang Wen sit on the living room sofa and went into the bathroom. Hearing the bathroom door close, Fang Wen leaned weakly against the sofa armrest, her high breasts rising and falling with her breath, her eyelids slightly closed, and her nostrils flaring. Her cheeks slowly warmed, quickly turning a deep crimson like a sunset. She felt a warm current rising within her, spreading throughout her body. Her breathing became rapid, her heart pounding, making her want to moan involuntarily. Mi Jian secretly watched Fang Wen through the crack in the bathroom door, a smug smile spreading across his face. He had secretly slipped a potent hallucinogen into the champagne Fang Wen had drunk at the banquet, and her current state was a clear indication that the drug was taking effect. He knew his plan was halfway to success. He loosened his belt, removed his tuxedo and shirt, hanging them on his clothes, leaving only his black Classic underwear. At that moment, Fang Wen felt a strange, inexplicable longing in her chest and lower body, a yearning for a pair of large, strong hands to gently touch her, like the feeling she had during intimacy with her boyfriend. This uncontrollable desire almost made her immediately begin to caress and knead herself. However, Fang Wen immediately remembered that Mi Jian was still in the bathroom, so she forced herself to stand up, supporting herself on the back of the sofa, and slowly walked towards the bathroom, suppressing her weakness. Fang Wen gently knocked on the bathroom door and softly asked, "Mr. Mi, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well and want to rest early. Could you hurry?" There was no answer from inside, but soon the sound of a toilet flushing came, and the bathroom door creaked open.

A gust of wind rushed in, making Fang Wen dizzy for a moment, and then she was shocked to find a man standing in front of her wearing only his underwear. It was Mi Jian! Her face turned pale instantly, and she hurriedly backed away. Mi Jian grinned maliciously and stepped forward, his right hand already tightly gripping her wrist. Fang Wen immediately felt a huge force pulling her forward.

"Let go! What do you think you're doing?"

"Didn't you want to rest early? Of course I'm staying to keep you company!"

"You're disgusting! Get out!" In a fit of anger, Fang Wen forcefully broke free from Mi Jian's grip.

"Get out? Miss Fang, you've got it wrong. This is my room on the 40th floor." Fang Wen immediately realized she had fallen into a trap, so she turned and ran out. But when she reached the door, she found she couldn't open the latch. Just then, Mi Jian arrived from behind. He opened his arms and easily pulled Fang Wen into his embrace, like an eagle snatching a chick.

"Now that you're in, you won't be getting out so easily," Fang Wen said, sensing something was wrong. She tried to pound on Mi Jian's hands, but she couldn't muster any strength. She could only cry out, "Help! Help!"

Mi Jian didn't flinch or stop Fang Wen's cries. Instead, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her straight to the bedroom.

Mi Jian tossed Fang Wen onto the large, comfortable bed like a doll. "Lie down obediently..."

he leered smugly, kicking the bedroom door shut. This way, no matter how loudly she screamed inside, no one outside would hear. The bedroom light came on, and Fang Wen felt a blinding light that made it hard to open her eyes. She tried to sit up, but to no avail. Mi Jian leaped onto the bed, kneeling beside Fang Wen, his eyes gleaming with a beastly green light.

"Miss Fang, how are you feeling? Are you weak all over, but your breasts and perineum are burning? Don't worry, it's just some very safe hallucinogenic and aphrodisiac drugs, a small dose, it won't harm your body. Of course, you won't pass out, you just won't have the strength to struggle."

"You...you shameless beast, what do you want?" Fang Wen cried out in terror, her voice trembling.

"Hahaha...aren't you always so clever? How come you're so confused now! Of course I'm ready to spend the night with you. My beauty, I've been waiting for this day for so long, my little brother is practically starving. Hahaha..." Mi Jian pointed to the bulging tent between his legs, laughing wildly, his greedy gaze suddenly turning sinister and terrifying.

"You ungrateful little wench, daring to reject me time and time again, you really don't know what's good for you. Let me tell you, no woman I want has ever escaped my little brother. Today I'll let you taste my treasure's skill in controlling women!"

After saying that, Mi Jian reached out and roughly touched Fang Wen's fair and smooth face. Fang Wen screamed in fright, "No! Let me go!"

She lay in the middle of the bed, trying several times to prop herself up, but she seemed to have no strength at all, and could only wriggle on the bed.

"Don't worry, the effects of that drug last for six hours. Until dawn tomorrow, your entire body will belong to me. Don't worry, my little brother will take good care of you." Mi Jian grinned smugly, flipping over and sitting on Fang Wen. Instantly, a warm, soft sensation spread from his penis to every part of his body. Mi Jian's penis "thumped," making his underwear bulge tightly, pointing straight at Fang Wen's voluptuous body, almost bursting out of his pants.

Fang Wen couldn't help but close her eyes, unable to look any longer. So Mi Jian slowly leaned down, his eyes lingering on Fang Wen's snow-white skin with lustful intent.

Mi Jian's lecherous gaze roamed over Fang Wen's beautiful body, indulging in the sight of her slender, graceful curves, her fair, smooth, delicate skin, and her charming, beautiful face. Under the influence of the drug, Fang Wen's cheeks burned, her nostrils flared slightly, and her soft, delicate lips parted slightly, revealing a row of neat, white teeth, making her appear incredibly alluring. Mi Jian, aroused by her cherry-red lips, ignored Fang Wen's desperate resistance and kissed her forcefully, his rough tongue savagely plunging into her mouth. Fang Wen felt a sudden darkness before her eyes; a large, crude mouth was already pressed against her lips. She desperately tried to shake her face away, but a strong arm suddenly gripped her neck, rendering her immobile. Then, a thick, saliva-dripping tongue defiantly licked her pink face before forcibly entering her mouth.

Mi Jian's tongue roamed freely in Fang Wen's mouth, sometimes intertwining with her small tongue, sometimes tracing along her smooth teeth. Their mouths were pressed tightly together, and Fang Wen felt an indescribable nausea and suffocation.

Mi Jian's hands weren't idle either. He slid down Wen's pink neck to her smooth shoulders, kneading them incessantly. Fang Wen's rounded shoulders involuntarily shivered. Mi Jian's lewd hands continued to move downwards. Through the thin, soft padding of her black low-cut dress, Mi Jian could clearly feel the soft, warm, and incredibly elastic high breasts beneath his fingers.

"What an alluring pair of beauties!" Mi Jian exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent, his hands gripping Fang Wen's breasts tightly, moving them forcefully. Fang Wen's chest swelled and throbbed, and she couldn't help but moan loudly.

After a series of long, uninterrupted kisses, Mi Jian's mouth left her tender lips, moving to her smooth face and neck. His eyes never missed an opportunity to admire her beautiful body. Fang Wen was wearing a strapless black low-cut evening gown from Italy. The straight-cut design at the hem of the dress exposed her slender, delicate neck, her soft, rounded shoulders, and her ivory-like hands, which appeared especially delicate and white against the black background. What fascinated Mi Jian even more were her pair of crystal-clear, snow-white, soft, and smooth breasts. Their full, rounded lines were completely visible, even the tips of her nipples seemed faintly discernible. The tight, horizontal hem of her low-cut dress provocatively exposed the upper edges of her breasts, radiating a captivating sheen. Mi Jian could clearly see the soft, alluring curves of her breasts and the shallow cleavage between them that drove men wild. He imagined that if he simply pulled open the dress from her chest, those soft, round, snow-white beauties would obediently fall into his hands. Mi Jian lay on top of Fang Wen, staring intently at the snow-white peaks mostly hidden beneath her dress, his heart pounding, wishing he could immediately tear the thin black fabric to shreds. His heavy breath on Fang Wen's face made her feel nauseous, so with her last bit of strength, she swung her body, flipping Mi Jian off her. But now she had no strength left to get out of bed and escape. Caught off guard, Mi Jian was thrown off by Fang Wen. Enraged, he grabbed her pair of snow-white ankles and dragged her to the bedside. The hem of her low-cut dress reached the ground, covering Fang Wen's delicate feet. Now, her calves dangled over the edge of the bed, and Mi Jian had lifted the dress high, revealing her exquisitely sculpted, jade-like feet. Tonight, Fang Wen was wearing open-toed black strappy high-heeled sandals. The thin straps outlined the exquisite and beautiful lines of her feet, prompting Mi Jian to click his tongue in admiration. His hands immediately reached inside the dress and began to caress them. Mi Jian's hairy hand slowly slid upwards along Fang Wen's ankle. His rough fingers immediately felt a smooth, warm current surge through them. As he savored the flawless, smooth skin and the soft, undulating curves of her body, Mi Jian fantasized about Fang Wen's long, slender legs, a horribly gurgling sound escaping his throat. Without any resistance, his hands quickly reached the base of Fang Wen's thighs, then lifted the edge of her thin panties, stroking towards the hidden paradise between her legs. Fang Wen felt a tickling sensation in her lower body, and her two soft thighs instantly tensed and clamped together.

"No! Stop!" Fang Wen cried out in pain, but to Mi Jian, her melodious voice sounded like a beautiful song and a signal of desire. He pulled Fang Wen's skirt high, dragging the hem of her black dress above her knees, exposing her jade-like legs to his lewd gaze. Her radiant white body, like a frightened lamb, began to flinch. Fang Wen twisted her body, trying to stop the other man's lewd and despicable actions, but every time she tried to protect her lower body, Mi Jian would immediately pull her hands away and press them over her head; she was powerless to resist. Under the bright lights of the hotel room, Fang Wen's long, white legs were tightly crossed, trembling under Mi Jian's lewd gaze.

Mi Jian whistled, pressing Fang Wen's lower body down with his legs, his hands groping under her skirt to her waist. He lifted the top edge of Fang Wen's panties and began to pull them down.

"No, please, no!" Fang Wen cried and begged, but Mi Jian seemed not to hear her at all. Fang Wen's low-cut dress was very form-fitting, and Mi Jian's hands continued to grope inside the narrow skirt, slowly pulling the panties down. First the left waistband, then the right, and then the narrow crotch was pulled down. It took Mi Jian considerable effort to finally pull Fang Wen's panties over her plump buttocks. Seeing the small, black lace-trimmed panties finally pulled down to mid-thigh, Mi Jian's penis immediately hardened. Fang Wen felt a void in her lower body. She knew that if she tore open the hem of her low-cut dress, her precious Eden would be exposed to the lecherous devil. She struggled desperately, but could only move her body slowly. Their skin pressed tightly together, the gentle friction only further arousing Mi Jian's lust. He quickly pulled the black panties up to Fang Wen's ankles, then pounced on her, kissing her passionately. Hot kisses rained down on Fang Wen's fair face, neck, and shoulders, Mi Jian's rough, scarlet tongue greedily licking and sucking at Fang Wen's fair skin. Fang Wen sobbed, two streams of shameful tears sliding down her smooth cheeks and onto the sheets. Sometime during the night, Mi Jian had a camera in his hand. He forcefully spread Fang Wen's snow-white thighs apart, exposing her delicate private parts, then reached under her skirt and snapped photos of her secret garden, never before known to anyone. The snow-white, rounded mounds, the pale pink buds, and the dark, dense undergrowth were all clearly visible under the intense flash, the simple colors creating a masterpiece of human beauty. Fang Wen painfully tried to cover her genitals,

but Mi Jian mercilessly pressed her down. Not satisfied with just this partial photograph, Mi Jian stood on the bed, looking down at Fang Wen and taking pictures of her entire body. With each flash of the camera, rolls of film relentlessly recorded Fang Wen's obscene and lewd pose. The poor, beautiful woman, drugged and helpless, could only watch as she was violated by this lecherous beast, tears welling in her eyes.

Section Four: The Stripped-Off Low-Cut Dress

"Alright, let's get down to business." Suppressing his increasingly throbbing erection, Mi Jian seemed to feel that this lewdness was no longer enough. He grasped Fang Wen's ankle and began to untie the straps of her high-heeled sandals. The buckle on the high heels loosened, and Fang Wen felt Mi Jian grab her left foot. The black high-heeled sandals were quickly removed, followed by her right foot. Fang Wen's smooth, white, slender feet were immediately revealed to Mi Jian, and her small, rolled-up panties at her ankles silently slid onto the carpet. Mi Jian tossed the beautiful high heels behind him and immediately grasped Fang Wen's soft hands, gently squeezing them. The smooth, delicate skin shone with a creamy sheen, making Mi Jian's heart race. After touching Fang Wen's delicate skin for a while, he began to vigorously scratch and pinch the soles of her fair feet.

While pinching, he asked smugly, "How is it? Not bad, right?"

Fang Wen felt unbearable soreness in the soles of her feet, but she had no strength in her body and could not dodge at all. She was in so much pain that she could not speak, and her thin lips opened and closed slightly.

After a while of "massaging," Mi Jian lowered his head and began licking Wen's jade-like feet. His warm, wet tongue landed on the smooth, white soles, sending waves of tingling sensations through her. Wen couldn't help but moan, "Ah...

Ah...

" Mi Jian then worked even harder, quickly licking every inch of her warm, jade-like feet, not even sparing her delicate, tender white toes. Fang Wen felt Mi Jian's mouth slowly moving upwards, like a caterpillar crawling, wriggling onto her slender calves. She felt utterly disgusted and turned her face away. Mi Jian grasped Wen's ankles, spreading her jade-white, translucent legs. His gaze followed the smooth, soft lines of her lower body, maliciously extending upwards, all the way to the secret garden that men had longed for. Then he forcefully turned Fang Wen's delicate body over, placing her face down on the edge of the bed, one hand already impatiently reaching for the zipper of her skirt...

Fang Wen stretched out her long, graceful limbs on the soft Simmons mattress, her snow-white arms slightly bent and resting on either side of her head. Her delicate shoulders, tender armpits, and the smooth, fine back along the hem of her dress were all exposed, along with her high, rounded buttocks, all displaying an alluring pose. Mi Jian's gaze swept over her from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, swallowing hard as his mouth watered. His hand reached down to Wen's back, lifting the zipper at the top of her long dress, and slowly but resolutely pulled it down. The thin zipper made a soft "squeak" sound, the zipper head like a sturdy and sharp icebreaker, cutting a long passage through the back of Fang Wen's black, low-cut dress. The zipper continued to move downwards, and the long dress began to slide down to both sides like a curtain that had lost its support, revealing Fang Wen's fair, moonlight-like skin inch by inch before Mi Jian's eyes, making him unwilling to blink. What smooth, fair skin! It was almost otherworldly beauty, like that of a celestial being. The zipper was pulled up from Fang Wen's back to her waist, and her long black dress opened wide on both sides, finally revealing her flawless, smooth back. Mi Jian, as if in disbelief, touched the alluringly radiant white skin with his hand, and couldn't resist biting down, then began to kiss her passionately. Like a ravenous beast, he held Fang Wen's soft, white body tightly, not wanting to miss an inch of her delicate, luscious flesh. Mi Jian turned Fang Wen's body over, her long dress already disheveled from his embrace and caresses. Impatiently, Mi Jian pulled the dress down to her chest, and two round, full, snow-white, glistening breasts were freed from the constraints of the low-cut dress, immediately revealed.

In an instant, the pure white skin, rounded and firm curves, and the two rosy nipples of her breasts were directly exposed to Mi Jian's lustful gaze, trembling slightly as he exerted himself. Mi Jian felt a loud "buzz" in his head, his muscles tensing almost simultaneously, and his erection convulsing. He forcefully pulled the front of her long skirt up to Fang Wen's flat stomach, leaving her breasts naked in the air. Then, his ten fingers, like iron, gripped her tender and full breasts, causing her to let out a long, bitter sigh. Mi Jian felt the soft and full breasts in his hands, then freed one hand to continue peeling off Fang Wen's long skirt. The skirt was crumpled into a circle and quickly pulled out between Fang Wen's legs. Mi Jian held the skirt in his hand; the stripped black skirt was far removed from Fang Wen's perfect body, losing its original flowing beauty. Mi Jian's fingers slowly loosened, and the skirt suddenly fell from his grasp to the ground, much like a fallen autumn leaf. Mi Jian raised his head, gazing at the exquisitely beautiful, snow-white body stretched out between the large Simmons mattress: long hair like clouds, a face like jade, willow-leaf eyebrows like ink, cherry lips like cinnabar; her long, black, glossy hair cascaded down her chest and back, strands winding around her snow-white skin to form alluring patterns; her beautiful eyes were tightly closed with humiliation, her charming and alluring face even more delicate and seductive under the influence of the drugs; her fair neck turned to the side, forming a smooth curve that connected to her delicate shoulders; her high, jade-like breasts, with their round, rosy nipples... Her head stood shyly erect under the bright light; on her flat, smooth abdomen, a shallow dimple nestled in the center of her white jade-like body, provocatively revealing her lovely face; her long, slender, and shapely thighs were slightly bent at the knees, seemingly concealing the glossy black forest where her legs met; though the Eden beneath the black forest was tightly protected, the rounded mound of shame could not hide its fully revealed beauty; her jade feet, intertwined, were as exquisite and translucent as ivory, her delicate toes resembling obediently sleeping silkworms. Mi Jian stared in fascination at this perfectly crafted female body, his hands and feet trembling with excitement. He held his breath, grabbed the camera from the bedside table, and started snapping photos. Fang Wen lay helplessly on the bed, forced to display her precious, beautiful body. Even the man she deeply loved had never been able to examine every inch of her skin so closely. But now… After an unknown amount of time, the cruel photo-taking session ended. Mi Jian quickly removed his last remaining underwear, then his massive body leaped into the air, pressing down on her exquisitely exposed body.

In the dark night sky, the day's hustle and bustle had completely faded away. Even the bustling hotel had returned to the tranquility of the late night. Mi Jian held Fang Wen's naked body in his arms, fully enjoying the long-awaited coolness and tenderness. At this moment, he lay beside Fang Wen, his hands tightly grasping one of her high, firm breasts, his mouth sucking on her elastic nipple, licking and sucking the delicate, rosy tip. His legs clamped down on Wen's lower body like giant pincers, his thick, red penis raised high, rubbing incessantly between her slightly raised mound and dark forest. The warm, soft jade in his arms had already transformed into boundless spring, waiting for him to pluck and harvest it. He incessantly caressed Fang Wen's delicate skin, using his body to launch wave after wave of attacks on her. Fang Wen's arms were raised high above her head, and Mi Jian licked her incredibly tender breasts, then gradually moved to her smooth armpits. Mi Jian kissed her with great enjoyment, gently nibbling at her delicate skin. Following the sides of her body, Mi Jian explored until he reached Fang Wen's flat, slender waist and abdomen, seeing the beautiful curves of her body forming a pair of smooth arcs. Mi Jian's hands held her soft, willow-like waist, his entire face buried in her soft, warm abdomen, chasing and savoring Fang Wen's delicate skin that exuded a faint lavender scent. He held Fang Wen tightly, pressing his limbs and lower abdomen as close to her body as possible, absorbing her warm, jade-like essence. Mi Jian kneaded Fang Wen's two pink and tender breasts, his penis already impatiently thrusting between her two bright and slender legs, the red glans touching the mysterious garden beneath the glistening black forest.

Fang Wen stared dazedly at the bedroom ceiling, letting Mi Jian ravage her pure and innocent body.

Ever since she drank that glass of champagne she shouldn't have accepted, she had been unable to stop it all from happening. Mi Jian's bull-like, strong body firmly imprisoned her beside him; she had no chance of escape. Enduring Mi Jian's rough tongue relentlessly licking and kissing her body, Fang Wen felt goosebumps rise all over her skin.

What made it even more unbearable for her was that Mi Jian's ugly penis seemed to know its way around, and after rubbing against her snow-white genitals, it even extended between her legs, rubbing back and forth at the entrance of her tender vulva. Fang Wen's lower body was immediately enveloped by a wave of itchy and hot air, and her sensitive secret garden began to feel waves of excitement under the stimulation of Mi Jian's penis. Fang Wen couldn't help but pant softly. Suddenly, a warm and moist thing, like a snake, crawled to the entrance of her secret garden, moving and burrowing inside. Mi Jian's tongue was directly licking Fang Wen's vulva! "Ah...ah! Stop! What are you doing!" Fang Wen's almost lost consciousness suddenly returned, but this only added to her torment and did nothing to help her. Her weak cries were like the buzzing of a mosquito, let alone struggling. Mi Jian encountered no resistance, so he simply spread her fair, jade-like legs, his fingers parting her tightly closed, shell-like labia, and began teasing her fresh, juicy clitoris with increasing vigor.

His fingers parted her tightly closed vulva, surveying the oval-shaped entrance to her mysterious passage. Fang Wen's entire body began to tremble uncontrollably under the pressure of his fingers. Completely unprepared, Mi Jian had already penetrated her body, repeatedly bending and stretching against the tender walls of her opening.

A familiar urge immediately overwhelmed Fang Wen's entire body, causing her lower body to contract instantly, her vulva, stretched open by his fingers, tightly wrapped around Mi Jian's fingers.

A clear stream of fluid flowed slowly from between her plump vulva onto Mi Jian's fingers. Feeling his fingers enveloped in warmth, Mi Jian chuckled lewdly, his fingers, now covered in Fang Wen's love juice, penetrating her secret passage a little deeper, then writhing even more vigorously in response to her rising desire.

The feeling of being raped in the fifth chapter:

The night gave Mi Jian a pair of black eyes, which he used to explore the perfect female body that shone brightly under the lights.

Mi Jian watched with satisfaction as Fang Wen, shy yet irresistibly alluring, appeared. Under the light, skillful teasing of his fingers, Fang Wen's instincts as a mature woman were laid bare: her seductively outstretched limbs unconsciously pressed against his body, her two smooth, white thighs bending and gently rubbing against Mi Jian's arm; beyond her slightly parted thighs, her two rounded, jade-like vulvas gradually opened under Mi Jian's guidance, her shy little secret now faintly revealing its delicate opening; warm, thick love juice had already soaked every corner of her perineum, causing her slightly curled pubic hair to flourish. A few tiny dewdrops, like nectar, moistened her already fair and delicate skin, adding an alluring glow. Her high, firm breasts heaved rapidly with the rise and fall of her chest, the delicate nipples becoming even more vibrant and rounded under the constant stimulation. A surge of desire filled Fang Wen's pretty face. Although her bright eyes still held shame and reluctance, her flushed cheeks and slightly parted, gentle lips revealed her submission. Mi Jian, like a beast toying with defenseless prey, suddenly stopped. As he withdrew his fingers, he parted Fang Wen's legs again, grabbed his camera, and captured her shy, charming, and pitiful appearance. Fang Wen turned her face away helplessly, tears streaming silently down her cheeks once more.

Mi Jian's camera was out of film. He stared at the beautiful, naked body so close to him, his penis already throbbing with desire. He solemnly knelt before Fang Wen, his red glans aimed like an arrow at her vulva. Then, his hands reached under her smooth buttocks, gently lifting her lower body. Before finally entering, Mi Jian carefully adjusted the direction of his penis, then whispered triumphantly in Fang Wen's ear, "Baby, I'm coming!" Then, with thunderous force, he thrust into her weak, naked body. His

enormous, flashlight-like penis swung, accompanied by a terrifying hiss, brutally and accurately penetrating that small, tender passage, invading Fang Wen's body!

"Ouch! Stop...!" This sudden, violent blow struck Fang Wen's most delicate spot. She shuddered violently as if struck by lightning, her soft, white body trembling uncontrollably with terror. After sufficient teasing, Fang Wen's vagina was already partially aroused, so Mi Jian's penis easily pried open her half-open vulva, penetrating deep inside. He thrust his hips forward, his penis pounding until it reached the very root, his sensitive glans pressing against Fang Wen's smooth, tender clitoris. Then, like lovers in the throes of passion, they kissed passionately.

"Ah..." Fang Wen shuddered again. The pain from the two consecutive penetrations finally spread throughout her body, a tearing agony that instantly froze every cell in her body.

"Please, pull...

out!"

Fang Wen pleaded desperately, enduring the immense pain in her lower body. Her slender hands gripped Mi Jian's strong arm tightly, her beautiful fingers turning pale from the force. Mi Jian glanced at their lower bodies; their pubic areas were pressed tightly together, even their pubic hair was intertwined.

"You said you wouldn't regret it..."

He looked deeply into Fang Wen's teary eyes and slowly pulled his penis out. The glans reluctantly left the warm flower core, slowly retreating. Fang Wen's secret passage, which had been stretched almost to the point of tearing, finally gained a little space, and a large amount of nectar gushed out of the round opening as the penis withdrew. Fang Wen's rapidly heaving chest also eased somewhat as the pain subsided. But just when a quarter of the penis was still inside Fang Wen, Mi Jian chuckled wickedly and thrust his lower body forcefully. He thrust his cock all the way in again! This time, Mi Jian used even more force, and Fang Wen's body almost bounced up completely. The intense pain in her lower body felt as if it had split her in two from head to toe. She screamed incessantly, "Ah! Ah! No..." Fang Wen's body couldn't move, but it still trembled violently. Her long, smooth hair flew wildly like willow branches in a storm, cascading over her shoulders, arms, and chest. The black strands of hair fell haphazardly onto her snow-white body, like tiny knives cutting into her delicate skin. Her pleas and cries echoed incessantly in the small hotel room, as if she were telling the gods about her tragic fate. At this

moment, Mi Jian's hands seized the opportunity to hold Fang Wen's slender waist, holding her two white thighs in place. Ignoring Fang Wen's pitiful cries, his huge cock began to thrust forcefully again and again. His eyes were fixed on Fang Wen's naked, snow-white body like a wolf's, burning with the wicked fires of desire, triumph, anger, and jealousy. The beauty he had longed for was now lying naked beneath him, powerless to resist as he wildly fucked her tender little cunt, which filled Mi Jian with immense pride. But at the same time, a flame of jealousy was slowly igniting; he was no longer this beautiful woman's first man. Fang Wen's virginity did not belong to him! This disappointing discovery fueled Mi Jian's rage. He thrust his penis in and out repeatedly, each time so violently, as if he wanted to fuck this delicate, beautiful body until it was pierced and burst. His hands gripped and squeezed Fang Wen's soft, white, and incredibly elastic breasts with such force that her delicate, translucent skin quickly turned pink under his ravaging. He pinched and flicked the rounded tips of her nipples, twisting, turning, and plucking them until the two tender, ripe cherries soon became bright red and swollen. Mi Jian also slapped Fang Wen's ample and soft buttocks, leaving a faint red mark on her white mounds. Then his fingers grabbed Fang Wen's already wet and soft pubic hair, pulling it outwards repeatedly. Mi Jian gradually became frenzied, using increasing force with each thrust, his genitals slamming heavily against Fang Wen's lower abdomen with a "crackling" sound. He then lifted Fang Wen's upper body off the bed and pulled her forcefully to his side, thus increasing her pain. His large penis thrust harder and harder, each stroke causing Fang Wen's naked body to tremble involuntarily. The two rolled around on the large bed, Mi Jian's savage laughter and Fang Wen's cries unable to penetrate the small room. Looking out the window, the night view of Hawaiian harbor remained beautiful and tranquil…

Fang Wen kept her clear eyes tightly closed, fine beads of sweat secretly creeping up her smooth forehead and the tip of her nose.

Perhaps Mi Jian's movements had become gentler, or perhaps her body had adapted to the feeling of being forced; in any case, the initial excruciating pain seemed to gradually lessen with time. After a period of unforgettable invasion, Fang Wen's body had completely shed all defenses, softly leaning against Mi Jian, accepting the continuous thrusts. Her slender hands, which had been tightly gripping Mi Jian's arm, now hung limply at her sides.

Mi Jian's astonishingly large penis continued its excited exploration, but this time it no longer thrust straight in all the way. Instead, it slowly rotated and ground, carefully savoring the abundant fruits along Fang Wen's tender and juicy secret passage.

Gradually, Fang Wen felt her exhausted body, weakened by the trauma, responding to Mi Jian's constant teasing, guidance, and the effects of the drugs, just as it did when she was with her boyfriend: her long, slender legs, high nipples, flat stomach, and delicate vulva all simultaneously felt a trace of excitement and pleasure. This subtle pleasure gradually became clearer, causing her to involuntarily open her body, letting endless desire tightly entwine her. She felt the warm current in her lower abdomen gradually form a bright fireball, its light increasing with each thrust of the penis. It was this fireball's light illuminating her beautiful body, slowly transforming her pain into pleasure, even making her resonate with his rhythm. Fang Wen's painful cries were gradually replaced by moans that were half-dazed and half-pleasant, but this only intensified her grief. She couldn't believe she would feel this way while being raped; she couldn't face this shameful reality. But this fleeting thought was immediately extinguished by her primal instincts. Mi Jian, seemingly having been watching Fang Wen's every move, thrust violently, his penis churning inside her, finally drawing her into a world of endless desire. Fang Wen's soft, hot, snow-white body was held tightly in Mi Jian's arms, her mind completely clouded.

Fang Wen's desire finally ignited, and her smooth, delicate body radiated a dazzling glow. Mi Jian immediately sensed this change. The beauty in his arms had her eyes slightly closed, panting softly, her naked body revealing its allure, captivating and breathtaking. Mi Jian knew Fang Wen was close to climax, so he mustered his remaining strength and launched a fierce assault on her stunningly beautiful, white body. With the "slurp, slurp" sounds of his penis repeatedly thrusting in and out, Fang Wen's ripe, secret vagina offered up all its fruit, even the pink mucous membrane was pulled out with each forceful thrust.

The frenzied thrusting drove Fang Wen almost to madness as well. In that moment of frenzy, Mi Jian felt his painfully swollen lower body suddenly relax, and then a thick, warm liquid shot out from his body at high speed, shooting through Fang Wen's secret passage and spraying into her womb, fresh as morning dew. The scalding semen quickly filled her uterus, the excess flowing out of Fang Wen's body as Mi Jian's penis withdrew, splattering on her beautiful thighs, fine black pubic hair, white mons pubis, and the clean sheets, forming dirty grayish-white stains. With the release of semen held back all night, Mi Jian's strength seemed to be drained in an instant; his thick penis slowly shrank and finally withdrew from Fang Wen's body. His lower back was now so sore that he had no strength left. So he placed Fang Wen back on the pillow and then lay on top of her, panting. Fang Wen's delicate body trembled violently at the moment Mi Jian ejaculated, and after his penis withdrew, Fang Wen felt as if her backbone had been removed, collapsing limply onto the bed. Mi Jian embraced Fang Wen's smooth, naked body and soon fell asleep. After the frenzied torment, Fang Wen finally also fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Six: One More Time!

The night outside the window remained as black as ink. Fang Wen slowly awoke from a deep sleep, unaware of how long she had been unconscious. The waves of aches and pains throughout her body grew clearer, her lower body burning as if scorched by fire; even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain. She felt intensely dizzy, as if she had been tossed and drifted for a long time on a turbulent sea.

A night breeze blew open the thin, semi-transparent floor-length curtains, brushing against Fang Wen's delicate body, sending a chill straight to her internal organs, causing her to shiver involuntarily. Fang Wen slowly opened her eyes, but could see nothing; the room was brightly lit, so brightly lit that she couldn't open her eyes at all. Fang Wen braced herself on the bed, slowly sitting up. Her tired eyes gradually adjusted to the light, but the scene that greeted her instantly jolted her awake, followed by a sharp scream: In the brightly lit room, she lay naked on the large, disheveled bed. A short sheet that had been covering her had slipped to the side as she sat up, exposing her perfectly erect, white, and delicate breasts, as exposed as a pair of small white doves. What shocked her even more was the sticky, filthy stains all over her body, the sheet, and even the bed. On the white sheet covering her lower body, she could faintly see streaks of bright red blood. In an instant, Fang Wen couldn't believe what she was seeing. But the scenes of the rape she had just endured flashed through her mind like a movie, reminding her of the physical struggle that had just ended and the unforgettable feeling of being raped. Fang Wen realized she had been drugged and raped by Mi Jian.

In an instant, pain, shame, resentment… a complex mix of emotions surged within her, causing her to collapse onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

A robust man quietly emerged from the bathroom. He walked to Fang Wen's side, gazing at the heartbroken beauty before him, then gently placed his hand on her smooth shoulder. Fang Wen looked up in shock and fear—it was Mi Jian! She glared at the lecherous man who had violated her, wishing she could chop him into mincemeat.

"Fiona, what's wrong?" Mi Jian smiled.

"You beast! What are you doing here?" Fang Wen wrapped the sheet tightly around her chest, her eyes blazing with rage.

"Checking if you're awake."

"Get away! I don't want to see you! Get out!" Fang Wen screamed hysterically.

"Fiona, I'm sorry, I deserve to die. I didn't mean to, it's just that you're so beautiful, and I love you so deeply." Mi Jian feigned remorse, slapping himself a few times. Seeing Fang Wen didn't react, he sat down next to her, placing his hands on her fair shoulders.

"Bastard!

I hate you! Get away!" Fang Wen forcefully shook off Mi Jian's hands, slapping him across the face.

A handprint immediately appeared on Mi Jian's face.

"You're asking for it!" Enraged, Mi Jian forcefully pushed Fang Wen onto the bed.

"Listen to me, whether you like it or not, you're my woman now. If I want you to take off your clothes, you have to; if I want you to get into bed, you have to obediently do it. Don't think you can escape, or you'll regret it!"

Mi Jian said sullenly, rubbing his sore face. Upon hearing this, Fang Wen lay on the bed, bursting into tears.

Perhaps Fang Wen's slap had ignited Mi Jian's animalistic nature. Seeing Fang Wen's half-naked body wrapped in the sheet, Mi Jian's lust was reignited. He grabbed Fang Wen's delicate feet, pulled her to the ground, and then reached for the sheet to tear off her body. Fang Wen tightly protected her chest with her arms, struggling incessantly. Seeing that he couldn't succeed immediately, Mi Jian simply grabbed a corner of the sheet and ripped it open forcefully. With Fang Wen's scream, Mi Jian tore the sheet in two, and he impatiently pulled out his penis, pressing Fang Wen's snow-white body down beneath him once more. His engorged penis once again accurately penetrated Fang Wen's abused cunt. Fang Wen struggled desperately, her beautiful, naked body like a graceful white butterfly fluttering in the night. Mi Jian's strong body quickly subdued the delicate body beneath him. He grabbed Fang Wen under her armpits, lifted her from the ground, and then pressed her against the wide French window, violently assaulting her.

"Weren't you excited just now? One more time! Do it again, my baby!" Mi Jian grinned smugly as he frantically thrust and squeezed inside Fang Wen. Fang Wen couldn't bear the pain any longer and soon fainted.

Mi Jian dragged the unconscious Fang Wen to the balcony, his penis never leaving her fair body, more beautiful than the stars in the sky. While constantly changing the scent of her body, Mi Jian finished fucking her cunt and then fucked Fang Wen's tight anus. Her delicate chrysanthemum quickly burst open, glistening with bright red blood, under the ravages of his thick penis. As the first rays of dawn pierced the thick clouds, Mi Jian and Fang Wen's bodies merged together. Mi Jian lifted Fang Wen in front of him, opened his arms, and, facing the bright sunlight, continuously ejaculated his semen. The seventh

chapter of their union:

Two weeks passed quickly, and it was the weekend again. Mi Jian's "King Kong" started up, leaving a long trail of water as it sailed towards the vast sea. In the cabin deep inside the yacht, Mi Jian and Fang Wen were tightly embracing, both completely naked. They pressed close together, Mi Jian's penis thrusting deeply into Fang Wen's vagina, moving back and forth rhythmically. Fang Wen obediently embraced Mi Jian's strong chest and back, silently enduring his "plowing," yet her eyes, filled with resentment and helplessness, clearly shimmered with glistening tears…

Chapter 45: Modern Pervert Story - Cheng Yashi, The Masked Man's Necklace,

Part 1: Shadows.

The early autumn night was so peaceful and tranquil. Like other corners of the city, the Bihuwan residential area on the hillside gradually returned to calm from its bustling state. The private roads within the community slowly filled with cars of people returning home late, and the lights shining from the windows gradually thinned as the night deepened. On the clean and wide roads, only the white magnolia-shaped streetlights, with their soft and comfortable light, dispelled the shadows of the night.

On a corner of the hillside road in Bihu Bay, a maroon Honda was parked. The engine was off, and the doors and windows were tightly locked. At first glance, it looked ordinary, no different from the surrounding cars. There was no one in the front seat, but the green glow of the dashboard could still be faintly seen.

In the back seat, a tall and burly man was holding a Soviet-style military night vision binoculars, intently observing a floor-to-ceiling window below the slope. Because the doors and windows were tightly closed and the air conditioning wasn't on, the not-so-small car felt somewhat stuffy. The man maintained his gaze for a long time without changing position, so much so that his hands, gripping the binoculars, were covered in sweat, but he didn't seem to care.

He was so focused, and seemed unable to hide his excitement; his prominent Adam's apple moved up and down constantly, and all the muscles in his body were tense, even the binoculars trembled slightly.

The telescope was pointed at a unit on the fourth floor of a nine-story apartment building. Dim light shone from inside, indicating the occupant was clearly still awake, but double-layered milky-white curtains were drawn on the windows facing the street, almost completely blocking out the interior. However, all this seemed to have no effect on the observer's superior gaze from the Honda. Through the high-powered infrared telescope, he could clearly see every corner of the room: the room behind the floor-to-ceiling windows was empty, furnished with a large wooden bed covered in white sheets, a tall wardrobe, and an elegant dressing table. A soft lamp sat on the bedside table, its light dimmed to the lowest setting, casting a soft glow on the room and creating a romantic and mysterious atmosphere. On the wall beside the bed hung a large photograph of a beautiful woman, gazing serenely ahead with a sweet smile. In the soft light, her beauty was breathtaking!

The man in the carriage stared intently at the photograph on the wall, his gaze lingering for a long time. The mysterious man surveyed the room for a long time, occasionally glancing at the window, but his attention never left the room, like a hunter waiting for his prey. Finally, the figures of a couple appeared in his field of vision. The two embraced intimately and slowly walked to the center of the binoculars. The handsome man in the binoculars, dressed in a uniform, looked dashing and imposing, while the beautiful woman beside him was pure, beautiful, and delicate, like a pear blossom blooming in the rain, so beautiful that it was almost unbearable to look directly at. As soon as they entered the bedroom, they couldn't help but kiss passionately, completely unaware that a pair of eyes outside the window were staring at them with a venomous light.

A couple in love twirled and embraced tightly. The beautiful woman's loose, flowing pure white nightgown danced like a floating cloud, the thin, almost transparent gauze revealing glimpses of her graceful figure. The eyes in the carriage were completely mesmerized.

The handsome man inside was also captivated by the stunning beauty before him. He gently stroked his girlfriend's flowing, cloud-like hair, then reached out to support her slender, supple waist, pulling her firmly into his arms and carefully placing her on the bed. He then lowered his head and slowly untied the tightly fastened belt of her pure white robe, parting the two sides of the garment. Beneath the robe was a similarly thin, pure white slip dress; however, the almost transparent fabric and loose, rounded hem could no longer conceal her fair, radiant, and flawlessly smooth body. The handsome man's hands, both loving and resolute, rested on her flawless, jade-like skin, slowly lifting her soft nightgown. Her snow-white body was about to be completely exposed…

Seeing this, the man in the car outside the window could no longer hold back his violent trembling. His breathing became rapid and labored. One hand involuntarily released the glasses, gripping his crotch tightly, while the other slammed his fist against the car window with a loud bang. Just then, a car suddenly sped out from the side of the road, its headlights illuminating the interior of the Honda. The man quickly ducked to avoid the blinding headlights, but a sliver of light still shone on his face, reflecting his angry, distorted features, thin, pale lips, bloodshot eyes, and anxious, hateful gaze onto the car window. The shadowy figure in the car was none other than Mi Jian, the young tycoon of Bay City.

Why was Mi Jian here? Who was he spying on?

The second chapter, "The Devastating Blow of Obsessive Love,

" recounts the story of Mi Jian, a beautiful girl named Cheng Yashi (Alice in English). Alice is his most favored and beloved employee, and the most outstanding beauty in the entire Regal King Kong Hotel, known as the "Flower of Regal." Since Alice joined Regal King Kong, Mi Jian has been infatuated with her, as if possessed. He has never been so infatuated with a woman as he is with Alice. To see his goddess every day, Mi Jian transferred Alice from the business development department to his side as his secretary. He not only brought her to every meeting but also rented a 900-square-foot apartment for her in Bihu Bay under the company's name. Such generous treatment for a 23-year-old employee was unprecedented at Regal King Kong. All of this had only one purpose: to win Alice's heart. Mi Jian's seaside villa was plastered with Alice's photos. For her, Mi Jian would forgo nightly entertainment, driving alone to Bihu Bay just to catch a glimpse of her from his window.

On Alice's 23rd birthday, at the company party, Mi Jian presented her with a priceless diamond necklace as a birthday gift in front of all his subordinates. Facing Alice's astonished gaze, Mi Jian simply said, "This is a special award to recognize your contributions to the company."

Rumors about Mi Jian pursuing Alice quickly spread throughout the company. Some mischievous colleagues even asked Alice with ulterior motives when she would hold her wedding banquet, but she always denied it.

Just when Mi Jian had made up his mind to confess his love and propose to Alice, her fiancé suddenly appeared, and all his carefully planned arrangements vanished overnight.

A month earlier, at the company's annual dinner, Alice unexpectedly attended accompanied by a dashing police officer.

When she nestled like a little bird beside her boyfriend, happily telling Mi Jian about her engagement, Mi Jian could hardly believe his ears. In that instant, Mi Jian felt that the sunshine in his world would cease to exist.

However, the truth remains the truth. Mi Jian soon learned that Alice's boyfriend was a commercial crime investigator in the Gulf region. He had been training in the United States for the past two years and therefore hadn't been by Alice's side, but their feelings for each other hadn't faded. This time, he was transferred back to the Gulf and was about to marry Alice. Knowing that he could no longer have Alice's love, Mi Jian was heartbroken and unable to control himself. From then on, he waited behind Alice's house every night, gazing at his goddess with binoculars. Tonight was the tenth consecutive night. Unfortunately, Mi Jian witnessed the two of them being intimate. This was like another knife to his already bleeding heart, driving him to the brink of madness.

He slammed his head against the car door handle, hoping that the physical pain could alleviate his inner wounds. But he still couldn't help but look at Alice, couldn't help but look at that snow-white, crystal-clear, intoxicatingly beautiful body surrounded by tenderness and affection. Alice stretched out her limbs, reveling in the pleasure of love and desire. Her curves were so beautiful, so beautiful that Mi Jian's penis became hard and erect. Her skin was so white, so white that it made Mi Jian even more eager to possess her. Mi Jian, like a wounded beast, curled up in the carriage, letting out low growls in pain. Lust and jealousy burned fiercely in his mind. Finally, primal desire took over every nerve. His fists clenched so tightly that even the tendons were clearly taut.

"Cheng Yashi, I must have you! I must completely possess you!" Mi Jian's heart roared madly...

Chapter Three: The Masked Man

The night deepened. Mi Jian continued to spy on Cheng Yashi's bedroom. After a long period of caressing and kissing, Alice and her boyfriend sat up in bed and put on a light white robe. Then, Alice nestled against her boyfriend's broad chest for a while before carefully helping him put on his uniform and seeing him out of the room.

Mi Jian kept a close eye on the two of them through his binoculars until Alice and her boyfriend kissed goodbye, and the police officer boyfriend went downstairs, got into his car, and drove away. Mi Jian continued to monitor Cheng Yashi's bedroom. Alice didn't go to sleep immediately but sat on the edge of the bed and made a phone call.

A smile finally crept onto Mi Jian's face. "Little beauty, you wait, I'll let you taste my skills soon." Mi Jian calmed his slightly excited emotions, put on thin leather gloves, stuffed the nylon hood into his coat pocket, opened the car door, and walked towards the apartment building's stairwell.

Under the cover of darkness, Mi Jian cautiously moved through the shade of the trees, trying not to be spotted by the night patrol guards. He circled around several times before turning from the back of the building to the front, carefully checking his surroundings. Finding no one else, he slipped into the stairwell. The apartment building's stairwell lights were triggered by sound, and Mi Jian silently ascended the stairs, as nimble as a cunning cat, managing not to turn on a single light. In the blink of an eye, Mi Jian had reached the fourth floor. He looked around again, walked to the door of apartment A, and tried the handle; it was locked. Unperturbed, Mi Jian took out a black hood from his coat pocket and put it on. Then, he took a long, thin, and unusual key from his belt loop and slowly inserted it into the brass lock, fiddling with it. His movements were extremely subtle, making no sound at all. He knew the door was open when the spring lock made a soft "click," so he turned the handle, pushed the brown oak door open a crack, slipped inside, and silently closed and locked the door again.

He was now in Ya Shi's living room. He glanced towards the bedroom; the bedside lamp was still on, and Ya Shi seemed to be still on the phone. Mi Jian felt his heart pounding. He managed to suppress his excitement before taking a step forward and silently continuing towards the bedroom. Mi Jian reached the bedroom door and cautiously peeked inside. Ah, there she was, right in front of him, Ya Shi leaning against the headboard, engrossed in her phone call. Under the soft light, Ya Shi reclined languidly, her legs comfortably stretched out. Her loose, light, pure white nightgown, only knee-length, revealed her long, slender, snow-white legs to Mi Jian without any concealment. The pale yellow light penetrated the semi-transparent nightgown, perfectly outlining Ya Shi's graceful curves. Mi Jian stared intently at Ya Shi's exquisite, delicate body, swallowing hard, almost drooling, feeling his lower body stiffen again and again, wanting nothing more than to pounce on her immediately.

Perhaps Mi Jian was too excited, for in his excitement he knocked a mural off the wall, the wooden frame falling to the floor with a dull thud. Mi Jian quickly hung the frame back up and then hid in the kitchen. Alice was clearly startled by the noise in the living room. She hung up the phone, got out of bed, and walked barefoot out of the room without even putting on her shoes. Ya Shi came out into the living room, turned on the light, and checked, but found nothing amiss.

She glanced at the digital clock on the wall; the hour hand pointed to two in the morning. A sense of drowsiness crept over her relaxed nerves, so she turned back, turned off the light, and went back to her bedroom, intending to take a shower and then go to bed. A night breeze stirred her clothes, making her feel incredibly comfortable. Hidden in the shadows , Mi Jian vaguely saw a pair of long, slender, snow-white legs pass before him, and then a fresh fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

After a while, Mi Jian saw the bedroom light go out, plunging the entire room into darkness. But his piercing eyes gleamed with a beastly light; he had finally found his chance. So, Mi Jian silently appeared from behind the door, slipped into Alice's bedroom, and slowly walked towards the girl in white by the window…

Alice went into the bathroom, turned on the bathtub faucet, and then returned to her bedroom to turn off the bedside lamp. She walked to the French windows in the bedroom and drew back the curtains. Gazing at the sparse stars in the night sky, she reached for the belt of her robe, preparing to change and bathe. After a night of passion, though not as exhausted as after a night of lovemaking, Ya Shi was almost enveloped by sleepiness. Completely relaxed and clear-headed, she was unaware of the tall figure approaching step by step in the darkness. Just as Ya Shi was untying her belt, the shadowy figure suddenly pounced on her from behind, one hand encircling Alice's soft, warm body against her chest, while the other hand simultaneously covered her face.

Caught off guard, Alice had no idea what was happening and was already in the shadowy figure's arms. The figure's strong right hand accurately encircled her tender and elastic breasts, its large fingers like iron clamps gripping her firm, delicate nipples. Alice felt a tightness in her chest, and an instinctive blush immediately spread to every corner of her limbs. In her panic, she finally realized what was happening—she had encountered a lecherous intruder!

But by the time Alice realized this, her entire body was already under his control. When she tried to scream, she found her mouth and nose tightly covered, unable to call for help, and even breathing became increasingly difficult. Alice struggled desperately. The pervert's strong arms tightened, likely trying to suffocate Alice, increasing the pressure as he dragged her towards the bed.

Alice's fear intensified; she flailing her limbs in vain, hoping to break free from his clutches. At this moment, the two reached the bedside, and the pervert pushed Alice down onto the bed, then pressed himself down on top of her…

Mi Jian's sudden attack was very successful; Alice was subdued without any preparation. Mi Jian forcefully pulled Alice's soft, tender body close to him. Even through two thin layers of robes and nightgowns, he could clearly feel the endless delicacy and tenderness of the woman's body beneath his grasp. He eagerly grasped Alice's firm, full, and alluring breasts, the smooth, soft sensation instantly spreading throughout his body—she was simply a goddess of beauty driving him mad! While tightly covering Alice's mouth to prevent her from screaming, Mi Jian dragged her towards the bedside, his erection almost unbearable. While Alice struggled, Mi Jian had already pinned her beneath him.

During their struggle, the belt of Alice's nightgown had somehow come undone, and Mi Jian effortlessly faced Alice's last line of defense—the semi-transparent white spaghetti-strap nightgown that only reached mid-thigh. Although it was dark, Mi Jian's sharp eyes could still vaguely see the two delicate, rosy nipples beneath the nightgown and the rounded dark area where her legs met—Alice was indeed naked, not even wearing underwear.

The thought of Alice's crystal-clear, perfect body ignited a surge of lust within Mi Jian. He held Alice's body firmly with his lower body, his right hand still pressing against her mouth and nose, while his left hand lifted the hem of her loose white nightgown, exposing her lower body to his gaze. Before Cheng Yashi's fair, white abdomen and perfect mons pubis, enough to drive any man mad, were fully revealed, Mi Jian had already eagerly lowered his head and was kissing her passionately...

Alice was forced onto the bed, finally seeing her attacker. The man on top of her was very tall, dressed entirely in black, with a black hood covering his head, revealing only his two fierce and terrifying eyes. He also wore black gloves, perhaps made of leather, which gave off a leathery odor. Alice continued to struggle desperately, but she quickly found herself almost immobilized under the masked man's weight. When the masked man lifted her nightgown and began kissing her body, she began to tremble. She twisted her body, trying to escape his assault, but waves of dizzying sensations continued to surge through her lower body. Especially when the masked man forcefully spread her fair, glistening thighs, Alice's tender vulva quickly and sensitively received the surging stimulation of their contact. The rhythmic friction immediately reminded Alice of her earlier intimacy with her boyfriend. Terrified, she tried to scream, but no sound came out. In her panic, she nearly fainted.

Just then, her right hand finally broke free of the masked man's grasp, and she felt something hard on the bedside table. In her haste, Alice didn't care about anything else and slammed her hand against the masked man. In the chaos, the alarm clock in Alice's hand only struck the masked man's shoulder with a "thud." Taking advantage of the masked man's momentary lapse in attention, Alice broke free. She took a deep breath, pushed him away forcefully, and rushed out of the bedroom. Her heart was pounding, and the prolonged lack of oxygen made her dizzy and weak; she didn't even have the strength to scream, but she still rushed towards the door.

Mi Jian wasn't actually injured by the light slap; he was just momentarily stunned. In that instant, Alice slipped through his fingers. Mi Jian turned and lunged at the beautiful, graceful white figure. How captivating was Ya Shi's charm as she ran! Mi Jian's first pounce missed, but he pounced again. Ya Shi was almost at the door, and Mi Jian knew he couldn't let her escape. This time, his fingertips touched the wide sleeve of the flowing white robe. He immediately pulled the corner of the robe he was holding toward himself. Perhaps he used too much force, because with a "rip," one sleeve of Alice's robe was torn off. Alice swayed, clutching her chest to avoid Mi Jian's clutches. Mi Jian leaped forward again, finally catching up with Alice. His large hand reached out again, grabbing another corner of the white robe. With another "rip," the back of the robe was almost completely torn off, revealing most of Alice's smooth, white back. Mi Jian grinned silently, suddenly realizing this was actually a pretty good game. So he struck again, and with another "rip," a corner of her nightgown fell to the ground, revealing her round, snow-white, delicate, and alluring buttocks…

Mi Jian no longer wanted to catch Alice immediately; he simply continued to drive her away, tearing at her clothes, enjoying the captivating allure of her panicked attempts to escape and the gradual exposure of her snow-white body. With each swing of Mi Jian's hand, Alice's robe and nightgown were torn to shreds, her slender, fair body almost half-naked. She trembled uncontrollably, desperately trying to escape the masked man's humiliation. As the masked man's tall figure approached, Alice could only retreat and hide in the bathroom. Mi Jian knew she couldn't escape this time, so he quickly moved towards her. Before Alice could close the bathroom door, Mi Jian kicked it open. Alice retreated to a corner, clutching her remaining tattered clothes, realizing there was nowhere left to go. The bathroom suddenly fell silent, the only sound the rushing water from the faucet. Alice grabbed shower gel, towels, and toiletries from the sink and threw them at the masked man, but she couldn't stop Mi Jian. Mi Jian forced Alice to the edge of the tub, then smiled and pushed the terrified, struggling woman into the water.

Alice slid into the tub, the nearly overflowing water splashing everywhere.

Alice struggled to stand up repeatedly, but slipped back into the slippery tub, finding no foothold. The once calm water suddenly seemed to transform into a ferocious beast, relentlessly pouring into Alice's mouth, making it impossible for her to breathe. Her clothes were almost completely transparent from being soaked, revealing her alabaster-white body as if she were naked. Her firm breasts, flat stomach, slightly protruding mons pubis, and long, beautiful legs were all clearly visible to Mi Jian.

"My beauty, let's take a bath together!" Mi Jian thought to himself, deeply moved by Ya Shi's beautiful and alluring body. Then, without bothering to remove his own clothes, he stepped into the bath and tightly embraced Ya Shi's flawless body. Mi Jian pressed Ya Shi down in the water, straddling her, and passionately kissed her cheeks, neck, chest, stomach, and limbs. Ya Shi choked on the water, her vision blurred, and pressed down by Mi Jian's strong body, she felt as if her limbs were bound by lead. Her arms throbbed a few times before she could struggle any longer, and she slowly slumped to the edge of the bath. Mi Jian, no longer restrained, began to indulge in playing with the beautiful body he had longed for in his arms.

The drain plug had been opened sometime earlier, and the water in the bathtub slowly drained away. Alice finally breathed in some fresh air and couldn't help but cough and gasp for breath. Her eyes were tightly closed, her beautiful long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her chest rose and fell gracefully with each breath; strands of her long, black hair clung together, sticking to her cheeks and neck; her snow-white, delicate skin, washed by the water, appeared even more crystalline and delicate, almost without a single flaw; her slender body curved into a beautiful arc, making her firm breasts appear even higher; her pair of delicate, beautiful feet were crossed, looking like an ice sculpture. Ya Shi's clothes were tattered; her robe was almost torn in two, leaving only one sleeve, and one of the straps of her nightgown was broken, hanging limply in front of her high breasts. The once loose clothing clung to her slender, alluring body, now soaked through, clearly outlining her smooth, beautiful curves. The bathroom light was soft and comfortable, and Alice's exposed skin shone with an irresistible glow that fueled Mi Jian's lust and desire. Amid

Alice's soft pleas, Mi Jian grabbed the robe's belt and yanked it apart with a snap. With a swift motion, he ripped the torn robe off Alice's body. "Ah!

" Alice cried out in surprise, curling into a ball. Mi Jian showed no sign of stopping. He picked up the remaining shoulder strap of Alice's nightgown with his fingers, gripped it tightly, and with a sharp tug, the soaking wet strap snapped in two. Then, he straightened Ya Shi's body, bending her arms overhead with one hand and grabbing the front of her nightgown with the other. Ya Shi knew that this was the last piece of clothing she had left to wear; if Mi Jian's fingers tightened, her body would be completely naked before the lecherous man. Tears welled in her bright eyes as she pleaded softly, "Please, let me go, don't..."

But Mi Jian answered her with his actions. With Mi Jian's continued and forceful tearing, the front of Ya Shi's nightgown fell into his hands with a "rip."

A pair of crystal-clear, white, delicate, and firm breasts were instantly revealed in their true, perfect form. Mi Jian couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, his hands working in unison to tear off the last few strands of clothing from Ya Shi's body. Thus, Alice's exquisitely beautiful, jade-white body was completely exposed without any covering.

His gaze lingered on this flawless naked body, the milky white and delicate skin directly stimulating Mi Jian's senses.

Reflected by the water droplets on her snow-white skin, the alluring female nude appeared exceptionally radiant and dazzling, almost making him hold his breath. He slowly removed his gloves, his hands touching this exquisitely beautiful white body for the first time. The moment his palms touched Ya Shi's thighs, a warm, delicate, and smooth sensation welled up from the depths of his heart. He closed his eyes, his hands pressed tightly against Ya Shi's pure and beautiful thighs, carefully savoring this ecstatic feeling. Mi Jian was so intoxicated that he gradually leaned forward, pressing his body against Ya Shi's naked, snow-white form. After caressing her for a while, Mi Jian gently kissed Ya Shi's smooth forehead, then reached under her and, with a swift movement, lifted this breathtakingly beautiful body from the bathtub, before turning and walking towards the bedroom.

01-10 Section 4 The Snake-Shaped Pendant

The masked man carried Ya Shi back to the dark bedroom and gently tossed her onto the large, soft bed. He calmly locked the door and drew the curtains again. Then he went to the bedside and turned on the bedside lamp.

The bedroom was immediately filled with a warm, peaceful atmosphere. The masked man's gaze once again fell on Ya Shi's naked body, and a burning lust immediately enveloped the pitiful beauty.

Ya Shi kept shrinking back, retreating to the wall. The masked man's gaze told her what she was about to face. The masked man began to unbutton his black shirt, his movements so resolute. Soon, he stripped off all his clothes and threw them aside, leaving only the black mask covering his head. Ya Shi used a short pillowcase to cover her chest and genitals, staring at the robust, lustful man with near despair.

His dark, bulging muscles, thick, dark body hair, and erect, swollen, ugly penis made him look less like a human and more like a ferocious beast. A strangely thick silver chain hung around the masked man's neck, the pendant of which was vaguely recognizable as a venomous snake with a menacing face. Just as Ya Shi was still crying and pleading, the masked man pounced on her, grabbing her smooth, white ankles and pulling her towards him…

“No!…No!…Let me go!…” Ya Shi's screams echoed in the small bedroom.

Mi Jian reached out and grasped Ya Shi's smooth ankles, then forcefully dragged her to the center of the bed.

The naked girl made a final, futile resistance, her pure white body shimmering with a captivating glow, like a lamb fallen into the clutches of a demon. Mi Jian dragged Ya Shi to his front, spreading her long, slender, snow-white legs apart with both hands. His gaze, like that of a hawk, was fixed intently on the tender, hidden garden between her naked legs.

Ya Shi's jade-like legs were held in a shameful position by Mi Jian, her slightly raised mons pubis, soft pubic hair, and pink vulva all exposed under the light. Mi Jian's lewd gaze lingered on her genitals, making Ya Shi almost faint from shame. It wasn't until Mi Jian suddenly lowered his head and kissed the base of Ya Shi's snow-white, pink thigh, biting down on the soft, fine black pubic hair, that a strong, unbearable stimulation made her let out a soft moan again.

Mi Jian lifted Ya Shi's lower body onto his shoulders and bent down to explore the most delicate and precious corner of her body inch by inch. His rough tongue, hot and dry, licked and sucked at Ya Shi's delicate opening like a dog, savoring the most abundant and sweet fruit of her body. With each lick, Ya Shi felt a tingling, itchy current travel from her thighs throughout her body, causing her to moan and tremble involuntarily. This sexual torment was truly effective; after only a few rounds, Ya Shi had completely lost the will to resist, letting Mi Jian do as he pleased. Mi Jian sensed this, so he slowly lowered Ya Shi's jade-like legs and began to caress her body up and down along her sides. Mi Jian's movements were so gentle; his warm hands roamed over Ya Shi's snow-white, smooth body, occasionally pinching, kneading, and flicking her delicate skin. At the same time, his lips and tongue did not stop, leaving hot kisses on Ya Shi's soft thighs, flat stomach, fair neck, and delicate cheeks. Mi Jian quickly shifted his gaze to Ya Shi's high and firm breasts. He gazed so closely at Ya Shi's translucent, delicate breasts. Their perfectly hemispherical shape, ivory-white skin, delicate, rounded, rosy nipples, and trembling, alluring posture captivated Mi Jian. He could no longer restrain himself, taking one of Ya Shi's breasts into his mouth, frantically licking and sucking; simultaneously, he grasped the other mound, kneading and caressing it with abandon. The soft, plump, and incredibly elastic feel in his hands, coupled with Ya Shi's painful moans, constantly assaulted Mi Jian's central nervous system, making his movements increasingly rough. Mi Jian's body thus lay entirely on top of Ya Shi's, rubbing up and down.

Mi Jian fully felt the warmth and smoothness of the woman's body beneath him, and his penis grew even larger.

When he held Ya Shi tightly in his arms, their skin pressed together, his penis pounding against Ya Shi's genitals. Each wave of thrusts precisely struck Ya Shi's soft, sensitive labia majora, igniting a burning passion within her delicate body. Ya Shi's previously pale cheeks were now flushed with a vibrant rosy hue, making her appear exceptionally alluring and captivating. Her firm breasts, under Mi Jian's constant caresses, draped themselves in pink like shy maidens. Her small, delicate nipples, stimulated intensely, stood erect. And from her tender vulva, clear, viscous love fluid gushed forth. Seeing Ya Shi on the verge of ecstasy, Mi Jian recalled the scene he had witnessed in the carriage, and an indescribable anger and pain struck him like a blow. Yes, no matter what, the beauty beneath him was no longer his; he was always the loser. Mi Jian was consumed by jealousy; he needed to vent, he needed revenge! Enraged, Mi Jian's animalistic instincts were ignited. He once again parted Ya Shi's snow-white legs, then forcefully pressed her knees onto the bed. Ya Shi's lower body and abdomen were thus clearly visible beneath Mi Jian's penis. Taking a deep breath, Mi Jian brandished his already pent-up, enormous penis, aiming at the slightly parted jade gate in the center of Ya Shi's beautiful garden, and thrust in forcefully! The thick penis quickly pierced into Ya Shi's love cunt, going all the way to the root in one go!

"Ah!..." Ya Shi screamed shrilly. The sudden, excruciating pain in her lower body almost made her faint instantly. Mi Jian's thrusting was so powerful that he penetrated to the very end in just one stroke. Ya Shi's tender love cunt was stretched to its limit without any preparation, and immense pain immediately enveloped her entire body, as if she had been struck by a thousand arrows at once. The blush on Ya Shi's face was quickly replaced by a deathly pallor. Her delicate eyebrows twisted together, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead. Her lower body felt completely frozen; her long, slender, white thighs convulsed instantly, and her beautiful, slender hands gripped the white sheets tightly. Immersed in a sea of desire, Ya Shi never expected Mi Jian to suddenly become so brutal. This thunderous blow felt like it had cleaved her in two. However, Mi Jian did not stop his abuse. As his penis penetrated deeper, Mi Jian's entire weight pressed down on Ya Shi. Before Ya Shi could catch her breath from the excruciating pain, Mi Jian began his powerful thrusting. His thick glans withdrew from Ya Shi's body again and again, only to slam back against her smooth cervix. Mi Jian continued to thrust and grind against Ya Shi's tender passage, the silver chain around his neck lashing against her soft breasts like a whip with each movement of his body.

Ya Shi was completely overwhelmed by the relentless, excruciating pain emanating from her lower body. She cried out in agony, tears streaming down her face, begging Mi Jian to stop. But all she received in return was more intense torture. Through her tear-blurred vision, the snake-shaped pendant around Mi Jian's neck seemed to transform into a gigantic, monstrous serpent, its gaping maw burrowing into her body, biting and gnawing away…

Mi Jian gripped Ya Shi's firm, perfect breasts with both hands, continuously thrusting his enormous penis in and out. After dozens of rounds, Ya Shi's vagina secreted a large amount of clear love fluid, flowing out with each withdrawal of his penis, soaking both of their pubic hair. Seeing Ya Shi's unbearable pain, Mi Jian slowly felt a sense of balance, and his movements gradually became less rough. Ya Shi was soaked in cold sweat, her pleas replaced by soft moans. Although the pain in her perineum was not as obvious, the prolonged intercourse had exhausted her. In her hazy state, she only hoped that it would all end soon, that she would no longer have to endure this physical and mental humiliation. Finally, after a burst of accelerated thrusting, Ya Shi felt the hands gripping her breasts suddenly tighten. Then, after several spasms, the penis inside her suddenly ejaculated a large gush of warm fluid, filling her vagina and then slowly spreading it across the walls of her injured passage. Ya Shi knew the masked man had ejaculated inside her, and a silent sorrow welled up within her. She slowly closed her eyes, letting two streams of clear tears slide down her smooth, white cheeks…

The sky outside the window remained pitch black. After venting his lust on Ya Shi's beautiful body, Mi Jian deflated like a punctured balloon. Exhausted, he rolled off Ya Shi's snow-white body, his shriveled penis, now reduced to the size of an AA battery, pulled from between her legs, still damp with residual semen.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced again at the ravaged beauty beside him: her long, black hair was disheveled and stuck to her body, her once pristine white skin was covered with red marks from being kneaded, sweat and tears soaked the sheets beneath her, and her delicate vulva was not only red and swollen but also covered in a thick, grayish-white filth. Ya Shi's naked body bent to one side, her soft curves and fair skin still so beautiful and moving. Mi Jian stared intently at Ya Shi's graceful back, the silent weeping making him feel a little guilty, after all, she had once been his goddess. However, Mi Jian quickly forgot about it. He gently kissed Ya Shi's smooth back, then reached out and touched her round, white buttocks before leisurely standing up, putting on his clothes, and leaving the gentle and comfortable room with a great sense of satisfaction.

A few minutes later, a maroon Honda parked by the roadside suddenly started up and quickly disappeared into the shadows of the night.

Chapter 5 "So it was you..."

"Ah! No! Please... stop..." At night, when Alice woke up screaming from her dream, she realized she was having that terrible nightmare again. She sat up abruptly in bed, finding herself sound asleep, but her pajamas were soaked with cold sweat.

Alice buried her face in her hands and burst into tears. Since being raped in her home by a masked man, she had lost count of how many times she had the same nightmare. Every night when she was alone, she would dream that the snake necklace around the masked man's neck transformed into a hideous monster, devouring her body piece by piece, waking her up again and again. Alice knew that from the moment she was raped, her world would be devoid of joy. She hadn't told anyone, not even her fiancé, and at her insistence, they had broken off their engagement. At such a moment, Alice couldn't make such a promise. Fortunately, she had Mi Jian, a considerate boss whose meticulous care in both work and life allowed her to finally return to a normal rhythm of life; gradually calmed her uncontrollable emotions; and prevented her from living solely in pain and shame. In fact, Mi Jian's gentleness, thoughtfulness, and meticulous care had always shown that he loved her, something Alice understood in her heart. But no matter what, she couldn't accept Mi Sheng's love; perhaps that was fate. Therefore, Ya Shi always harbored deep gratitude and guilt towards Mi Jian. Until one day, Ya Shi unexpectedly discovered the truth…

It was a gloomy Friday afternoon. As the workday ended, the company office was already deserted. Most of her colleagues had gone to the employee club to play golf, led by Boss Mi—a weekly event at Fuhao, which, in Mi Jian's words, was a good opportunity for communication. Ya Shi, feeling unwell, stayed behind to organize materials. An international hotel management conference was to be held at Fuhao, and Ya Shi was preparing and planning, with a lot of trivial work on her hands. Among a large stack of documents, Ya Shi found that an important order form was missing Mi Sheng's signature. She checked the deadline for signing and realized it was approaching; she needed to fax the document to the supplier immediately. She checked her watch; Mi Sheng shouldn't have left yet, so she took the order form and headed to the club.

When Ya Shi arrived at the club, she found that her colleagues had already left. She walked through the empty bar and bowling alley, finally finding Mi Jian still sweating profusely in the squash court. Ya Shi watched Mi Jian's strong physique and agile movements through the transparent glass door, and couldn't help but stand there watching. Mi Jian played for a while longer before noticing Alice standing behind him. He quickly opened the fiberglass door and came out.

"Alice, why are you still here so late? Is there something you need?"

"Sorry, Mr. Mi, I'm sorry to have interrupted your game. I just checked, and you haven't signed the tableware order for next month's meeting. I saw the deadline is approaching, so I brought it up to show you." "

Really? Mary always does things so incompletely. Unlike you, I can always trust you. Alice, I've realized I really can't do without you." "

Mr. Mi, you flatter me. I haven't thanked you for taking such good care of me yet," Ya Shi replied with a smile.

"Then let's go out for a meal together later as a way of repaying me?" Mi Jian seized the opportunity to extend an invitation.

"Hmm... okay then!" Ya Shi nodded.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll sign this form first, then fax it over. I'll take a shower and come find you later." After saying that, Mi Jian took a large towel from the bench next to him and wiped his hands, then his face and neck. He rubbed the towel around his neck, and as he left, he also took the necklace he was wearing over his t-shirt. Ya Shi just looked up and saw the thick silver chain fluttering down. She suddenly saw the pendant hanging from the silver chain, a statue of a venomous snake, a huge, ferocious snake head with green eyes, its forked, blood-red tongue flicking out...

Ya Shi's body swayed violently; she could hardly believe what she was seeing. A series of images flashed through her mind like a movie: a dark bedroom, a tall, masked man, tattered pajamas, pleas and moans, excruciating pain in her lower body… It was as if a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the clear sky, striking Ya Shi with a deafening roar, completely stunning her. Ya Shi recognized the thick silver chain and the menacing snake-head pendant—it was the very same one the masked man had worn the night she was raped! Ya Shi's face turned deathly pale, and the receipt in her hand fluttered to the ground. She never imagined that the person she trusted and was most grateful to, Mi Sheng, was actually the brutal, masked rapist who had violated her!

Seeing Ya Shi's drastic change in expression, Mi Jian, unsure what had happened, approached her with concern and put his arm around her shoulder. "Alice, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ya Shi forcefully shook off Mi Jian's hand, her eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions: suspicion, anger, resentment, shame, fear… She murmured repeatedly, "...So it was you…So it was you…" taking steps backward. Suddenly, Ya Shi clutched her face in pain, turned, and rushed out of the club.

Mi Jian was speechless, unsure what to say. Only when Ya Shi's slender figure, clad in a black suit, disappeared from sight did he suddenly realize that Ya Shi must have discovered he was the masked pervert.

"This is bad! I have to stop her." Mi Jian inwardly cried out in alarm, hurriedly rummaging through the bottom of his locker for a bottle of liquid, quickly wrapping it in a towel and stuffing it under his t-shirt before rushing out after Ya Shi.

At this moment, Ya Shi was truly in turmoil. On one hand, she finally knew who the pervert who had raped her was, and on the other hand, she was incredibly shocked by the truth and didn't know what to do next. She covered her face and ran back to the office, grabbed her handbag, and turned to leave.

Just as she hurriedly reached the office door, Mi Jian arrived.

"Alice, what's wrong? Why did you leave without saying a word? Did I do something wrong?"

His tone was so relaxed, as if he didn't know anything about what had happened.

Ya Shi crossed her arms, staring intently at this beast in human form, wishing she could kill him.

"You shameless beast, you know best what you've done!"

"Alice, calm down and let me explain..."

"Shut up, you beast! Get out of my way, or I'll call the police!"

"Alice, actually, I really don't know what happened..." Mi Jian was still pretending to be confused, which made Ya Shi's anger almost reach its limit.

"You bastard, you won't even admit what you did."

Seeing he could no longer deny it, Mi Jian finally confessed, "...Yes, I'm the one who raped you...

I'm sorry! Because you're so beautiful, so beautiful that I couldn't control myself. Forgive me! Alice, forgive me!" He became increasingly agitated, and finally, he suddenly grabbed Ya Shi's sleeve and knelt before her.

"You, let go!" Ya Shi was startled and tried to shake off Mi Jian's hand, but he held onto her sleeve tightly, and the two became entangled. In that instant, Ya Shi's handbag accidentally fell to the ground with a "thud," scattering its contents.

Mi Jian suddenly noticed a miniature tape recorder inside, and the red record button had been pressed at some point.

"So you recorded the entire conversation. No wonder you kept pressuring me to confess; you must have wanted to use this as evidence. Right, you bitch!" Mi Jian picked up the recorder, his eyes fixed on Ya Shi, and spoke each word carefully.

Ya Shi didn't answer. She saw a flash of malice in Mi Jian's eyes, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart. Mi Jian pulled out the cassette tape as he approached Ya Shi.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll call for help!" Ya Shi took a few steps back and turned to run outside.

Because it was a weekend evening, the office building was empty. Ya Shi screamed for help in terror and ran into the elevator lobby in a panic. She frantically pounded on the elevator doors, but the elevator was still crawling upwards.

She kept looking back and saw Mi Jian's tall figure appear behind her.

Mi Jian was holding a white towel in one hand and continuously pouring liquid from a plastic bottle onto the towel with the other. Then he threw the plastic bottle at Ya Shi's feet. The liquid from the bottle spilled on the floor, and Ya Shi quickly smelled a pungent and unpleasant odor.

"You...what do you want to do...uh..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mi Jian pounced on her like a hungry tiger, covering Ya Shi's mouth and nose with a towel. Ya Shi struggled desperately; this familiar feeling seemed to transport her back to that dark night. The difference was that the pungent smell of the towel quickly numbed her senses, rendering her unconscious.

Chapter Six: The Beautiful Prisoner

Mi Jian carried the unconscious Ya Shi back to his spacious office. He swept all the items on his desk onto the carpet and gently placed Ya Shi on the desk. Then, as usual, he calmly locked the door, drew the curtains, and put away all of Ya Shi's belongings before returning to his desk to admire his beautiful prey. Last time, because it was night, Mi Jian hadn't been able to fully and clearly see Ya Shi's fair body. Now, with the beauty before him, he could finally fulfill his desire. Today, Ya Shi wore a well-fitting black suit: a long-sleeved black top and a black skirt paired with black nylon stockings and black stiletto heels, which made her skin appear exceptionally fair and radiant. The outfit fit her perfectly, showcasing Ya Shi's slender and alluring figure. Mi Jian placed his hands on Ya Shi's gently rising and falling chest, carefully studying her smooth face. Her delicate eyebrows, small nose, and perfect cherry lips created a captivatingly beautiful face, complemented by her long, flowing black hair and snow-white, delicate neck—she was simply angelic. Ya Shi's cheeks were so smooth and delicate, her lips so soft and sweet. Mi Jian leaned down and kissed her incessantly, even his penis becoming erect.

After a round of passionate kisses, Mi Jian reached out and began to unbutton Ya Shi's top. Ya Shi's black blouse was a demure single-breasted style. Mi Jian immediately unbuttoned the top button, then proceeded to unbutton each button from top to bottom. As each button was undone, Ya Shi's smooth, radiant skin was slowly revealed. Mi Jian couldn't wait to pull the blouse apart, finally seeing the alluring body he had longed for. Underneath the blouse, Ya Shi wore only a black lace-trimmed three-quarter cup bra, exposing most of her delicate, white skin to his chest and abdomen. He pressed his palm against Ya Shi's smooth, flat stomach, the familiar, slippery feel awakening memories.

Mi Jian swallowed hard, his hands groping along her slender waist. He quickly found the buttons and zipper on one side of her skirt, and without hesitation, he unbuttoned it and then zipped it up, opening Ya Shi's skirt. At this moment, Mi Jian's hands were already on Ya Shi's long, slender legs. He kept caressing them; although the nylon stockings clinging to Ya Shi's body prevented him from directly touching her smooth skin, they only aroused his heightened desire. He gently lifted Ya Shi's ankles, carefully removing her black high heels and gently placing them on the ground. Ya Shi's beautiful feet, tightly wrapped in black sheer stockings, possessed a hazy, alluring, and charming quality, making him unable to resist holding them in his hands and kissing them. Mi Jian's hands forcefully lifted Ya Shi's short skirt, completely exposing her lower body, and then slowly slid upwards along the elegant curves of her legs. Mi Jian's hands slid over her long thighs and slightly raised perineum, carefully experiencing her smooth and beautiful body curves. His fingers slid all the way to her lower abdomen before slightly bending and hooking the top edge of the stockings. Then, Mi Jian lifted the edge of the stockings and slowly pulled them down. With the movement of his fingers, the black, sheer stockings rolled up and were peeled off her fair legs, all the way down to her slender ankles. Ya Shi's flawless, alabaster-white legs fell effortlessly into Mi Jian's hands. Mi Jian completely removed the rolled-up stockings from Ya Shi's snow-white feet and gently tossed them aside beside her high heels. Then he lay on top of Ya Shi, kissing her soft, supple legs.

Mi Jian positioned Ya Shi face down, grabbed the back of her black top by the collar and pulled it up to her smooth back, then pulled Ya Shi's snow-white arms from the sleeves, leaving her upper body only in a black bra. Tossing the top aside, Mi Jian reached for the waist of her black skirt, pulling it from Ya Shi's round, white buttocks down to her feet, then ripped it off completely. Thus, Ya Shi's fair and beautiful body was almost completely exposed. Her black 34B bra and matching black low-rise panties stood out strikingly against her snow-white skin. Mi Jian then loosened the clasp on Ya Shi's bra and turned her over. He pulled the bra straps down Ya Shi's smooth, jade-like arms, grasped the lace trim between the bra cups with his right hand, and with a slight pull, the delicate and beautiful bra slipped off her chest, sliding down her soft, jade-like arms. Mi Jian removed the bra from Ya Shi's hands, gently kneaded it, and a delicate, lingering fragrance quietly seeped into his body with his breath. When Mi Jian tossed the bra aside, his gaze was already fixed on Ya Shi's firm and perfect breasts. Those two crystal-clear jade breasts stood proudly in front of Mi Jian, so white, so soft, so delicate; the two delicate nipples on the sculpted hemispheres were like fresh strawberries after being moistened by rain in the field, making Mi Jian have the urge to take a bite.

However, he restrained himself and instead lifted the lace edge of Ya Shi's small panties, preparing to remove this last obstacle. Ya Shi's panties clung tightly to her round, snowy buttocks, so much so that Mi Jian had to grab the sides of the waistband and pull hard to drag them down to her snow-white thighs. Mi Jian continued to pull the silk black panties down until they were removed from Ya Shi's jade-like feet, finally stripping Ya Shi completely naked. Mi Jian carefully hid the black panties, which carried a delicate fragrance, in his pocket, then looked up and carefully examined Ya Shi's pure, perfect, and crystalline body as if admiring a masterpiece of art. On

the dark, large desk, Ya Shi, completely naked, slept peacefully, unaware that she was now naked. Her long, beautiful, jet-black hair cascaded across the table like a waterfall, shimmering in the bright light; her snow-white, silken body lay there quietly, her slender, graceful figure completely relaxed and stretched out; her delicate, pure face displayed a goddess-like serenity and solemnity, showing no trace of fear or resistance. Mi Jian's gaze swept over her from top to bottom and back again, feeling that the naked jade body before him was simply a living Venus.

Mi Jian's greedy gaze lingered on this body so beautiful it was almost unbearable to look at, an intensely burning desire igniting within him. He excitedly began to loosen his belt, but his engorged member was already erect and throbbing before he could even take his pants off. Mi Jian quickly stripped off his clothes, but instead of immediately pouncing on her defenseless, warm, and soft body, he suppressed his surging sexual urges and took a camera from the drawer. He understood that to possess this perfect body forever, he needed to control Ya Shi both physically and mentally. And once he had Ya Shi's nude photos, this pure and beautiful woman would never escape his grasp. Thinking this, he aimed his camera at the snow-white body on the executive desk, adjusted the focus, and started snapping photos.

The seventh feast :

As the film ran out and the office flash went out, Mi Jian put away his camera and returned to Ya Shi's side. Looking at the still-sleeping beauty, Mi Jian could no longer restrain himself. He softly said, "Baby, I'm here," and leaped onto Ya Shi's smooth, white body, indulging in this incredibly lavish feast.

Mi Jian tightly embraced Ya Shi's smooth, jade-like body, caressing and kissing her, wishing he could hold every inch of that delicate, lustrous white skin in his hands. He was completely absorbed in the wonderful process of possessing Ya Shi, hoping to etch every second deeply into his memory. Combing Ya Shi's smooth, long hair, Mi Jian began to caress her smooth, fair face. His lips moved slowly down her forehead, cheeks, and neck, kissing almost every corner of her snow-white body; his hands roamed over her pristine body, her satin-like skin so soft and delicate it seemed to melt between his fingers; even his body pressed against her soft, beautiful form, carefully experiencing the feminine softness, moisture, and coolness of her body. At this moment, in this quiet room, two bodies, completely free of clothing, were pressed tightly together, as if they were inseparable, like water and milk blending together.

Mi Jian gently kneaded Ya Shi's full, tender breasts with both hands; her snow-white, delicate, and flawless skin seemed to belong only to a goddess; atop those firm, full, and pure peaks, two delicate, rosy nipples stood proudly like red plum blossoms in the snow, standing tall in the crisp wind. Mi Jian gazed, completely mesmerized, at this pair of flawless, sexy beauties, finally understanding why he had been so hysterically determined to possess her. He took these snow-white treasures into his mouth, sucking them gently. The glistening, white breasts were not only smooth and supple, but also emitted a sweet, intoxicating fragrance, making him feel as if he could fly with pleasure. Moving past her high breasts and across her flat stomach, Mi Jian explored Ya Shi's round, full mons pubis. The fine, dark pubic hair was so soft, forming a black forest, tightly guarding the woman's most precious and mysterious entrance.

Mi Jian dragged Ya Shi's jade-like body to the edge of the table, letting her long, white legs hang down naturally, creating a beautiful curve in her smooth, soft body. He knelt before Ya Shi, trembling as he embraced her fair, soft legs, continuing to lick and suckle them incessantly. Her legs were so delicate and beautiful, so soft and supple. He couldn't help but bury his head in them, hoping that her tender and beautiful body could quell the burning desire within him. Mi Jian cupped Ya Shi's fair and exquisite feet in his hands, bringing them to his lips to savor them: the delicate skin on the soles of her feet was so white it was almost transparent, inspiring an urge to kiss them; the exquisite and smooth arches of her feet traced a beautiful arc, like a crescent moon in the night sky; her long and graceful toes were adorned with small, neat toenails, the transparent nail polish reflecting a soft and beautiful luster under the light. Holding these smooth and crystal-clear ankles, Mi Jian slowly parted them to the sides, and Ya Shi's lower body was shyly and slowly revealed.

Just like last time, Mi Jian placed Ya Shi's feet on his shoulders, then stood up straight. Ya Shi's lower body was thus separated and held in place. Looking down along the smooth, glistening inner thighs of Ya Shi, where the snow-white, delicate skin met, beneath the dense, soft black pubic hair, a pink, mysterious garden had already unveiled its veil to Mi Jian. Mi Jian lowered his head, greeting this familiar and longed-for friend with his mouth and tongue.

The mature, sensitive clitoris, the smooth, plump vulva, and the pink, tender entrance—everything was exactly as he had seen it that night, so perfect, so alluring, without a trace of having been ravaged or violated.

Mi Jian couldn't help but groan with pleasure, and then he stretched out his large, bony fingers and began to wantonly play with the most sensitive parts of Ya Shi's body. He would occasionally knead Ya Shi's rounded clitoris, and then occasionally flick her tightly closed labia majora, even inserting his fingers directly into Ya Shi's warm, moist entrance to tease and provoke.

Under this continuous, frenzied stimulation, Ya Shi's body was finally awakened. Although still unconscious, her breathing became rapid, her cheeks flushed, and her tightly closed vulva slowly opened with the movement of Mi Jian's fingers. A large amount of clear, transparent fluid secreted from her moist passage, flowing down her snow-white thighs onto the table. Mi Jian watched, delighted, and the movements of his fingers became increasingly vigorous. Perhaps the stimulation from this manipulation of her genitals was too intense, Ya Shi cried out, "Ah...

uh..."

She began to moan softly, and her previously quiet body started to writhe and struggle. Seeing this, Mi Jian knew Ya Shi was about to wake up, and he stopped teasing her. He glanced at the wall clock, estimating the effects of the drug were wearing off, and to avoid unnecessary trouble, he took the white towel soaked in anesthetic from a plastic bag in a drawer and held it to Ya Shi's nose. Under the influence of the drug, Ya Shi's soft moans and resistance quickly ceased, and she fell back into a deep sleep.

Seeing that Ya Shi was no longer moving, Mi Jian pinched her gradually hardening clitoris a few times with his fingers to check the extent of her sleep.

Seeing that Ya Shi was completely unresponsive, Mi Jian couldn't help but smile; he knew the main course of the feast could finally be served. Mi Jian's penis was already fully prepared, awaiting only its master 's

command. He placed his hands under Ya Shi, forcefully spreading her snow-white thighs apart, then lifted her round, snowy buttocks, exposing her pink and delicate vulva more clearly. Next, he adjusted the direction of his glans, gradually lowering his body until the glans accurately entered her vagina. The moment his penis entered Ya Shi's body, Mi Jian felt a warm and wonderful sensation, and simultaneously felt Ya Shi's crystal-clear body tense up. He slowly lifted Ya Shi's lower body with both hands, simultaneously arching his back and contracting his abdomen, thrusting forward forcefully. With a "plop," his pestle-sized penis broke through all obstacles, completely disappearing into Ya Shi's love cunt.

Perhaps it was an instinctive contraction, or perhaps the foreplay hadn't been enough, but Mi Jian felt that Ya Shi's vagina was still so tight, like that of a virgin. So he held Ya Shi's smooth, soft waist with both hands and began to thrust forcefully. Each of his movements was very slow, his thick penis moving back and forth inside Ya Shi with irresistible force, striking her smooth cervix again and again. Soon, Ya Shi's body adapted to the intrusion of his thick penis, the walls of her vagina tightly wrapped around it, opening and closing with each thrust. Mi Jian felt that Ya Shi's body was finally beginning to cooperate with him, and he couldn't help but gradually increase the speed of his thrusts.

"Plop...sizzle...plop...sizzle," he held Ya Shi's naked body tightly, moving up and down rhythmically, attacking Ya Shi's honeypot again and again. Because of the exertion, large beads of sweat kept appearing all over his body, dripping onto Ya Shi's fair face, chest, abdomen, and limbs, and soon both of them were wet. While thrusting in and out, Mi Jian's hands were also busy. He tightly grasped Ya Shi's firm, white breasts, kneading them repeatedly and occasionally nibbling at the nipples. The two rosy nipples quickly turned bright red and swollen under this stimulation, like ripe peaches waiting to be plucked by Mi Jian.

The intense and relentless thrusting continued for a full hour. Mi Jian could no longer withstand the surge of his own semen. After a final frenzy, he cried out, his lower abdomen relaxed, and a large amount of thick, hot liquid gushed from his glans, spraying onto Ya Shi's body. Mi Jian's semen, like a raging torrent, swept over Ya Shi's body. From the deepest part of her vulva to her swollen, thin jade gate, even the tender white skin of her thighs and the soft, dark pubic hair of her rounded mons pubis, everything was instantly covered in this viscous liquid, flowing onto the dark tabletop, where it quickly congealed into patches of grayish-white filth. After ejaculating, Mi Jian was also overwhelmed by sudden exhaustion, so he fell asleep on Ya Shi's delicate, fair body. When Ya Shi awoke

in the eighth section

, she was already leaning against the leather sofa in the office, her naked body now draped with a top. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but the scattered underwear, skirt, and stockings, her completely naked body, and the burning pain indicated that it had been long enough for Mi Jian to rape her again. She couldn't help but burst into tears, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.

Ya Shi frantically pushed everything over in the room until Mi Jian held her tightly from behind.

"Shh, beauty, be quiet. Do you want the whole world to see you like this?" Mi Jian whispered in Ya Shi

's ear. "I took some pictures of you earlier. Don't you want to see yourself naked?" Mi Jian's gentle words struck Ya Shi like a thunderbolt, leaving her mind blank.

"Nude photos! He took nude photos of me!" Ya Shi knew she couldn't escape this devil's clutches.

She suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and finally collapsed silently into Mi Jian's arms. Mi Jian chuckled softly, pinched Ya Shi's smooth cheek, and pulled off her shirt, pressing her once again onto the dark, naked body on the large desk…

Chapter 46: Modern Pervert Story: Xu Ting - The Beast's Prey,

Section 1: Christine . In

early May, the air of summer had already begun to fill the air in Bincheng. Trendy young men and women on the streets were already eagerly donning colorful, light summer clothes. Mi Jian drove his Benz through the bustling streets, watching groups of girls in their matching school uniforms and short skirts leaving school outside the window. His eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, kept scanning the pairs of smooth, white legs peeking out from under their skirts, and he couldn't help but swallow several times. "Maybe I should find a tender and delicious little pigeon to try," Mi Jian thought to himself.

Back at the luxurious mansion halfway up the mountain, he found it deserted except for a few servants. The entire

Mi family had gone back to their ancestral home to pay respects to their ancestors, and Mi Jian was particularly impatient with these traditional rituals, so his grandfather and father didn't make things difficult for him, leaving him alone. Back in his room, Mi Jian threw his heavy briefcase onto the bed. The gloomy weather made him feel restless and empty, so he turned on the mini hi-fi by his bedside. The speakers were filled with Bin Shanwen's wildly roaring songs, which Mi Jian listened to for a while before turning it off. Then, bored, he opened the floor-to-ceiling glass door and strolled onto the white marble-floored terrace.

Looking down from the edge of the terrace, on a clear day, one could usually take in the beautiful scenery of Bincheng, but today the entire city was shrouded in a gray veil, causing Mi Jian to frown.

A series of silvery laughs drifted from the direction of the garden downstairs, drawing Mi Jian's gaze to the swimming pool in the backyard. His eyes fell upon the beautiful figures of several young girls in the clear blue water. Upon closer

inspection, Mi Jian recognized them as his cousin, Liqiong, and her classmates. Liqiong was the youngest daughter of Mi Jian's third uncle. Because of her upcoming exams, she hadn't returned home with everyone. Now that the exams were over, she had invited some close friends over. Mi Jian carefully observed the group of beautiful girls playing in the water. Amidst the splashing white water, four or five girls, around eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in brightly colored swimsuits, chased and played in the luxurious, spacious pool. They frolicked and played, as happy as a flock of chirping birds.

Although their swimsuits were all traditional one-piece designs, far less alluring than the colorful bikinis on the beach, their youthful, invincible figures still captivated Mi Jian. He quickly focused his attention on a long-haired girl in a black swimsuit. She was about 1.65 meters tall, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, bright eyes, white teeth, and snow-white skin; her long, shapely, snow-white legs swayed gently in the clear blue water, like a mermaid swimming from the sky. Compared to her companions, this girl was not only beautiful and had an outstanding figure, but her swimming skills were also exceptional. Compared to her short, plump, and clumsy cousin Li Qiong, it was like comparing a phoenix to a pheasant. Mi Jian was completely mesmerized. The girl in the black swimsuit, unaware that someone was watching her intently from the distant terrace, swam for a while before getting out of the pool. She pulled over a large towel and sat on a long lounge chair by the pool, drying her wet body while quietly watching her companions continue to play happily in the water. Her pure, sweet smile and her snow-white, shapely legs were deeply imprinted in Mi Jian's mind.

In the evening, Mi Jian specially instructed the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous dinner, inviting all of his cousin's classmates to stay and eat together. In their relaxed conversation, he quickly learned what he wanted to know: the girl who had captivated him was named Xu Ting, her English name being Christine. Among this group of innocent girls, Mi Jian skillfully employed the public relations techniques he had honed in the business world, quickly gaining their favor and trust, including the thoughtful and gentle Christine. After dinner, Mi Jian personally drove them all home. He carefully noted down Christine's address and phone number. Then he watched her graceful figure disappear from his sight. On the way home, his cousin thanked him profusely, but Mi Jian only responded with a faint smile, silently repeating Christine's name in his heart.

Section Two: A Pure and Refined Beauty

The exam results were finally out, and Liqiong had achieved excellent results, making her exceptionally relaxed and happy. She spent all her time on the phone with her best friends, discussing a trip to Japan for skiing. Mi Jian heard from his cousin that several of her friends had also done very well, with Christine being particularly outstanding. However, their school, Pei Ya Academy, was the oldest and most prestigious girls' school in Bincheng. Girls who could enter this academy were not only wealthy and noble but also exceptionally intelligent, so Mi Jian wasn't surprised at all that they had passed the exams smoothly. But when he heard that Christine would be going abroad to study at university after the preparatory course in the new school year, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, thinking that he might never be able to win over such a pure and beautiful girl again. Listening to his cousin's chattering and laughing, he felt very unhappy and decided to go upstairs to his room to sleep. As he passed by his cousin, he overheard her say, "Christine, what time are you coming over tomorrow? 1:30? Okay, I'll be waiting." Mi Jian's heart skipped a beat. Tomorrow! Tomorrow was the weekend, and none of the housekeepers would be home. If he could get his cousin out of the way, then… a plan began to form in his mind.

Thinking of this, a smile unconsciously crept back onto Mi Jian's face. That night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his mind filled with fantasies of Christine stripped naked, until he finally drifted off to sleep around midnight. When he opened his eyes again, it was already 8:30 the next morning. Mi Jian changed and went downstairs. The large house was indeed quiet; the housekeepers were either on holiday or had gone home with the old man. His cousin was a lazybones; she wouldn't wake up until 11 pm. Mi Jian walked to his cousin's door and banged on it loudly to wake her from her sleep. His cousin rubbed her eyes and reluctantly opened the door. She found Mi Jian standing there with a broad smile.

"Wake up, you sleepyhead! David and his wife are going diving today. I saw you were so bored, so I asked them to give you a ride. Want to come?" Li Qiong immediately jumped up.

"Yes! Yes! Of course I'll go!" This was something she'd always wanted to do! "Then hurry up, they'll be there at 9 o'clock." Seeing his cousin agree so readily, Mi Jian was secretly pleased. This was an idea he'd racked his brains to come up with last night.

"But I have an appointment

with Christine later." "That's easy, I'll just call her."

"Thank you so much, my dear cousin." Li Qiong then busied herself preparing.

Seeing that Mi Jian showed no intention of changing his clothes, she asked, "Cousin, aren't you going?"

"I have a lot of documents to review today, I can't go," his cousin immediately replied with regret. "It's alright, I'll catch a starfish for you."

At 9 o'clock sharp, Mi Jian's friend David arrived downstairs in his car. Li Qiong happily came downstairs. Mi Jian watched the car drive away, waved, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Alright, the biggest trouble is finally gone. I can start my plan now." Just thinking about Christine's arrival made

Mi Jian's penis instantly hard. With a "clang," the grandfather clock in the living room struck one o'clock. Mi Jian quickly ate his fill, having already prepared all the necessary measures. After checking the doors and windows one last time, Mi Jian sat on the sofa in the living room, waiting for Christine's arrival. 15 minutes passed, 20 minutes, 30 minutes passed.

Just as Mi Jian was getting anxious, the doorbell finally rang melodiously. Mi Jian leaped to his feet, almost sprinting towards the iron gate. Looking out, his eyes lit up. Standing outside was a beautiful young woman, dressed in a simple black dress, blue shoes, and white socks. Her long, black hair was neatly swept back, and her clear, bright eyes shone with a sweet smile. The girl was as pure and beautiful as spring dew or the early summer sun. It really was Christine! Mi Jian desperately suppressed his excitement and opened the iron gate.

"Hi!

Christine, it's you! Come in!

" Mi Jian warmly welcomed Christine into the house.

"Come, please sit down."

"Thank you, Brother Jian." Christine's melodious voice made Mi Jian shiver with joy.

"By the way, what brings you here today?" "

Liqiong invited me over.

By the way, is she home?" "Oh, I see." "That little girl, Liqiong, is really outrageous! She made an appointment with you, and now she's nowhere to be found,

" Mi Jian said, feigning ignorance. "Christine, I'm so sorry. You'll probably have to wait for her. I reckon she'll be back soon,

" Mi Jian said apologetically, handing Christine a can of Coke. "It's alright, Brother Jian, I'll just sit here for a bit.

You go ahead with your work, you don't need to keep me company.

" "Alright, have a seat first. I have some documents to approve, so I won't keep you company. Don't be shy, feel free to help yourself if you need anything.

" After saying this, Mi Jian gave the beautiful Christine a deep look, then turned and went upstairs, leaving Christine alone on the sofa in the living room.

Christine sat alone in the spacious, luxurious living room of the Mi residence, which resembled a grand hall, waiting for time to tick by. She took a small sip of her cola, the icy sensation immediately spreading from her hand to her body, feeling incredibly comfortable. The house was eerily quiet, not a sound to be heard. Feeling slightly bored, she picked up a stack of magazines from the table in front of her and began to flip through them. Perhaps due to the muggy weather, Christine drank her cola as she read. Perhaps it was because she had been waiting too long, but Christine gradually felt tired. Her head felt dizzy, the colorful magazine pages before her eyes slowly blurred, and then her eyelids grew heavy, making it almost impossible to keep her eyes open. At first, Christine thought it was because she hadn't slept well the night before. Christine blinked hard a few times, but her vision grew increasingly blurry until she felt no strength left in her hands and feet. She tried to stand up from the sofa, but as soon as she straightened up, a wave of dizziness washed over her. The light suddenly dimmed, and she gradually lost consciousness. Her body slid down the sofa back, and the magazine in her hand fell to the floor. Just then, a door upstairs suddenly opened. Mi Jian, now in his bathrobe, walked out barefoot. He leaned on the armrest and looked down, seeing Christine lying on the sofa. He couldn't help but grin silently. He tiptoed to the unconscious girl's side and carefully took her soft, boneless hand; it was limp and unresponsive.

"Ting, what's wrong?" Mi Jian gently nudged Christine's body; it was limp and unresponsive again. This time, Mi Jian was certain that Xu Ting had been drugged by the cola. He strode to the front door, closed and bolted the wooden door. Then he returned to Xu Ting's side, grabbed her right hand with one hand and her waist with the other, and with a strong lift, hoisted Xu Ting onto his shoulder. Mi Jian steadily carried her up to the second floor and then carried Xu Ting into his bedroom.

Mi Jian's bedroom was spacious and bright, occupying the southeastern corner of the luxurious mansion. From here, simply opening the huge floor-to-ceiling glass doors, Mi Jian could enjoy the sea breeze. In the center of the bedroom stood a large bed large enough for three people, on which the drugged Xu Ting had already been placed. Mi Jian swiftly pulled back the curtains, instantly illuminating the bedroom. He excitedly walked to the bedside, carefully examining his prey—a beautiful young woman, pure and untouched by any vulgarity. Xu Ting was currently in a deep sleep, her slender and graceful body stretched out on the large bed covered with dark green sheets, her tender yet full breasts rising and falling gently with her long breaths. Today, Xu Ting wore a pure white blouse with a large collar, over which was a black pinafore dress. The two straps of the dress crossed over her shoulders and then joined at the upper edge of the waistband. The skirt hem fell just to the mid-calf, revealing two sections of smooth, white skin. The tender, delicate, and moist feel of the skin made Mi Jian's mouth water. His gaze swept downwards; Xu Ting wore black leather shoes with laces and white socks that accentuated her equally fair skin, further fueling his fantasies. This outfit gave Xu Ting a strong student-like air, truly as fresh as a glistening dewdrop on a wild grass leaf in a mountain forest. Mi Jian was mesmerized, so he sat down beside Xu Ting, admiring this sleeping beauty for a long time. His focused gaze made his mouth dry; his Adam's apple bobbed, and his penis hardened. He quickly stripped off his clothes, rolled over, and pounced on Xu Ting. (Chapter

3: Taking Virginity)

Mi Jian lay on top of Xu Ting, embracing her fragrant and soft body, and began to caress her incessantly. He turned Xu Ting's face to the side, then showered her with passionate kisses on her smooth forehead, delicate cheeks, and slender white neck. He gently stroked her fair and delicate face; ah, her smooth, tender skin felt like it would melt in his hands. Mi Jian hummed with pleasure. His fingers continued to caress Xu Ting's delicate face, Mi Jian carefully feeling her long eyelashes, small nose, soft lips, and delicate chin. He lowered his head and gently kissed Xu Ting, immediately tasting the smooth, milky, and fragrant flavor. She must have never been kissed by another man before, Mi Jian thought as he licked and sucked her soft, tender lips. The girl's orchid-like fragrance gently wafted onto his face, making him intoxicated. He simply placed his thigh behind her neck. Her soft, beautiful hair, like its owner, cascaded serenely behind her head. Ting tied a strand of her black hair back with a white hair tie, adding a touch of liveliness to her pure and beautiful appearance. But Mi Jian casually untied the thin hair tie, letting the soft black hair fall onto his body. He grasped Xu Ting's two delicate, boneless hands and kissed them against his face. Her long, slender, jade-white fingers, cool and smooth, seemed to be carved from the finest jade. Mi Jian seemed afraid that these delicate fingers would suddenly disappear before him, holding them tightly in his hands and sucking on them incessantly. He then unbuttoned the cuffs of Xu Ting's sleeves, and the sleeves of her white shirt softly slid down to her elbows, revealing two snow-white arms like lotus roots. How alluring was that snow-white, delicate, almost transparent skin! Mi Jian almost wanted to shout with joy. Mi Jian's hand roamed over Ting's body, the soft, beautiful curves beneath his palm further fueling his desire to see the virgin's body in his arms. So he bent down to untie the laces of Ting's black leather shoes. With a gentle tug, the thin laces came undone. Holding Ting's slender ankle, Mi Jian removed the shoe from her foot. He did the same for the other shoe, staring intently at her beautiful feet still encased in short white cotton socks, imagining the bare feet beneath. Then he reached out again. When he skillfully removed Ting's socks, the pair of exquisitely beautiful, snow-white feet before him immediately made his heart pound. He couldn't wait to take those glistening, smooth toes into his mouth and suck on them. How delicate and exquisite those tender white toes were! Mi Jian licked them again and again, his hunger intensifying both in his stomach and groin. His hands traced the smooth, white skin upwards, gliding over her rounded ankles, slender calves, and long thighs, until his fingertips touched the delicate inner thighs beneath the black suspender skirt and the lace edge of her panties. Then, Mi Jian's hands retreated along the smooth, jade-white skin. He grabbed Ting's delicate ankles and pulled her forcefully to the edge of the bed.

Mi Jian gently caressed Ting's soft, supple breasts; the youthful nipples were as tender as flower petals.

He moved his hands to Ting's slender shoulders, lifting the two shoulder straps of the suspender skirt and slowly pulling them apart.

The straps gradually moved to the edges of her shoulders, and then Mi Jian released them, letting them slip off her shoulders and fall to her sides. Mi Jian chuckled lewdly, lifting Ting's waist with one hand and thrusting the other under her, forcefully flipping Xu Ting's body over. He gazed at Ting's rounded buttocks and couldn't resist pouncing down to knead them.

After playing with them for a while, he reached down and unfastened the clasp at the back of the suspender dress, then pulled open the zipper at the waist, leaving the black suspender dress completely loose. Hearing the "rip" sound of the zipper being pulled open, Mi Jian grew increasingly nervous, knowing he was about to see the virgin body he had dreamed of. So, without waiting for the zipper to be fully open, he grabbed the two hems of the black suspender dress and forcefully pulled them towards Ting's feet. Perhaps due to excessive excitement, Mi Jian struggled to remove Ting's dress, so he calmed himself down, lifted Ting with one hand, and with the other hand, pulled on the two shoulder straps of the dress, finally managing to peel it off. As the black dress was removed, Ting's body was completely exposed, revealing a pale, luminous white. Her long-sleeved white shirt only covered her upper thighs, leaving her smooth, glossy legs completely exposed before Mi Jian. Mi Jian casually tossed the skirt behind him, his eyes already gleaming as they lingered on Ting's two bare, fair legs dangling by the bedside.

Ever since he'd seen those long, glistening legs at the pool, his mind had been filled with their delicate, alluring appearance, imagining the feeling of holding them in his arms. Now, that wish was about to come true.

Mi Jian swallowed hard, turned Xu Ting over again, and practically straddled her, eagerly beginning to unbutton her white shirt.

One button, one button, and another, Mi Jian's hands moved from top to bottom, unbuttoning the white shirt one button after another. Mi Jian could already see Ting's pure white lace bra. Finally, the last button was undone by Mi Jian. He grabbed the shirt's collar with both hands and pulled it apart, revealing Ting's flawless, perfect body.

Mi Jian couldn't wait to admire her for long. He first pulled Xu Ting's arms out of her shirt sleeves, then pulled the now-undressed white shirt from under her and tossed it aside. The beautiful girl before him was now only wearing her close-fitting underwear. The pure white bra and low-rise panties were both Triumph products, which Mi Jian recognized at a glance. The pure white color, exquisite craftsmanship, and well-fitting size made Xu Ting's half-naked body look even more innocent and beautiful. Mi Jian felt that this was the most sensual moment for a woman's body.

But without hesitation, he removed the last remaining garment. His hand groped behind Xu Ting's back, easily unhooking her bra. The two thin bra straps on Xu Ting's shoulders then slipped down to her fair arms, exposing her two snow-white, exquisitely sculpted breasts to the lecherous gaze. Mi Jian forcefully pulled the bra up to his lower abdomen, carefully examining the indescribably beautiful peaks before him: these tender breasts of the young girl, though not very large, were a gem in color, shape, and elasticity. Her conical, smooth breasts were not only crystal clear and white, with a smooth and delicate texture, but also remarkably firm and symmetrical in shape. The two small, round, bright red nipples were dazzling, instantly reminiscent of ripe cherries in a forest. Her breasts were incredibly elastic, trembling subtly with the slightest touch. Although Xu Ting undoubtedly retained her tender and delicious virginity, these beautiful breasts, capable of driving any man mad, exuded boundless charm and mature allure, like a pair of delicious, juicy fruits waiting to be plucked. Mi Jian's eyes remained fixed on her, unable to close. Having seen countless beauties, he had never seen such perfect, flawless virgin breasts. He felt a sudden, throbbing pain in his large penis. Without a word, he removed Xu Ting's bra from her arms, leaving her exquisitely beautiful breasts completely exposed to the air. Then, he lifted the waistbands of Xu Ting's pure white panties, slowly but resolutely pulling them down. Thus, her snow-white, smooth buttocks, her rounded mons pubis, and her fine, soft pubic hair were all exposed. Mi Jian continued to roll down Ting's panties, revealing her snow-white, firm thighs, long, slender calves, and smooth, rounded ankles. Finally, the panties were pulled away from between her feet, and the last piece of fabric covering Xu Ting's body was removed, leaving her completely naked. She was like a snow-white lamb, her pale body utterly bare and perfectly exposed. Mi Jian almost thought he was in a dream. But this beautiful, pure, and flawless female body was indeed so real, so clear, so close, exposed before him, waiting for him to slowly possess, to enjoy, and to ravage it. He almost wanted to kneel down and thank heaven for this gift.

Xu Ting was carried back to the center of the large bed. The dark green sheets accentuated her incomparably white and delicate body, her naked form radiating a soft, moist, and alluring glow, making her exceptionally dazzling. Mi Jian raised Xu Ting's slender hands high above her head, positioning her in an unguarded position. Her soft and beautiful curves became even more exquisite and alluring. Mi Jian grasped her smooth, fragrant shoulders, burying his face between Xu Ting's snow-white breasts. His thick, hairy thighs gripped Xu Ting's warm, tender lower body like a crab's, his engorged, red penis pressing tightly against her pubic hair. The fresh, warm skin enveloped him, and Mi Jian thirstily caressed and kneaded the delicate, beautiful virgin body beneath him. His hands gently cradled one of Xu Ting's soft, white nipples, and he sucked hard on the delicate, round pearl of her breast, the sweet, fragrant taste almost making Mi Jian reluctant to leave. His entire body seemed to convulse, his limbs wrapping around Xu Ting's dazzling body like vines, his hungry mouth relentlessly savoring her delicate, fair skin. Mi Jian's saliva clung to Xu Ting's fair shoulders, armpits, breasts, lower abdomen, mons pubis, thighs, calves, and ankles.

After a round of wanton caresses, Mi Jian impatiently pulled Xu Ting's long, snow-white legs apart, completely exposing her most precious virginal garden to his eyes. His gaze, sharp as a hawk, landed precisely on Xu Ting's tender, unseen vulva, his powerful heart nearly leaping out of his throat. What a precious treasure this was! At the juncture of their smooth, white thighs, their bodies artfully created a paradise: fine, soft, dark pubic hair shyly covered the rounded, smooth mound of love, while a pink, moist jade gate tightly guarded the entrance to their love cunt. The soft jade gate resembled a pair of tender oysters, with a small, round, dazzling pearl at its tip. Near the jade gate, a shallow stream formed, seemingly a babbling brook flowing through it, extending to the beautiful chrysanthemum in the valley behind. At this moment, although there was no clear spring water in the stream, the smooth and delicate flesh, with its pinkish-red skin, still so attracted Mi Jian's gaze. He longed to immediately pry open this tender jade gate and explore Xu Ting's virgin body. He lowered his head and knelt outside the jade gate, his thick, red tongue already licking it repeatedly. She must have never tasted such pleasure before, Mi Jian thought to himself. Under the teasing touch of his skillful tongue, Xu Ting's girlish reserve gradually crumbled, and the will to remain chaste while she slept began to weaken. At this moment, Xu Ting lay naked beneath the stranger, her beautiful, shapely legs spread wide and raised high against his shoulders. Her most secret and precious secret garden was laid bare before the man's warm, moist tongue. All her sensitive spots were under his control: earlobes, nipples, lower abdomen, vulva—wave after wave of intense stimulation was destroying the dam protecting her virginity. Xu Ting slowly felt stimulation from all directions, and her dormant desires began to awaken. Mi Jian repeatedly teased Xu Ting's labia majora, patiently exploring this newly entered, bountiful orchard. He gradually felt the changes beneath him: Xu Ting's nipples began to swell, their color turning like ripe cherries; her labia majora, like tender clams, became flushed and warm, and her tightly closed vulva unknowingly parted slightly, a clear stream of love fluid finally appearing thanks to Mi Jian's efforts. Mi Jian smiled triumphantly; the girl's body was about to be awakened. He then stretched out his thick, long fingers, forcefully parted Xu Ting's vulva, and probed straight into her body. The warmth from Xu Ting's body reached his fingertips, and Mi Jian shuddered with pleasure, his fingers moving like snakes within her. Xu Ting seemed to tremble violently; the last trace of the girl's reserve and resistance was finally extinguished, and a stream of love fluid flowed continuously from under Mi Jian's hand, the first appearance of the stream of love on Xu Ting's tender body.

Mi Jian knew the time had come. The beautiful girl's body was open to him, and now all that remained was for his huge, hungry cock to penetrate her. Mi Jian straightened up, aiming the head of his large cock at his target: Xu Ting's tender and alluring entrance to her secret garden. He hoisted Xu Ting's soft, snow-white thighs onto his shoulders, stabilizing her smooth, round buttocks with his hands. Then he lowered his head, lifting Xu Ting's slender waist, slowly moving her open perineum closer to him, his erect cock pressing straight towards her slightly parted, tender jade gate. Xu Ting's flat, white abdomen bulged slightly forward from the effort, and the base of her thighs appeared thin and transparent as they were spread as far as possible. The tip of his large cock had already touched the edge of her jade gate, and Mi Jian felt a wave of warmth and smoothness. The head of his cock brushed over the soft pubic hair and kissed the delicate, round clitoris, his cock beginning to "bite"

the clitoris in circles. A captivating blush slowly crept onto Xu Ting's fair and delicate face, and her naked body grew increasingly soft and hot without her realizing it. Mi Jian's glans rhythmically massaged along the edge of Xu Ting's vulva for a while, finally parting her full labia majora. Bright light clearly shone on her tender, juicy vulva, and Mi Jian saw the perfectly rounded entrance. His penis could no longer restrain itself, and like a wild horse, it plunged headlong into Xu Ting's body. Mi Jian immediately felt a tight, pressing sensation; experience told him this was a virgin's vulva, never before experienced, and he needed a balance of firmness and gentleness. He didn't force his penis in, but instead lingered at the entrance of Xu Ting's vulva, slowly rotating and grinding. A thin, elastic membrane stretched to its limit under the continuous pressure of his glans. Mi Jian knew that was the final barrier to entering Xu Ting's body.

He concentrated all his strength on his glans, took a deep breath, and then thrust forward with a powerful thrust of his lower abdomen.

A surge of exhilarating pleasure coursed through his penis as it broke through the barrier like a balloon. The thin hymen finally succumbed to the powerful impact and tore into pieces. Mi Jian's penis successfully penetrated Xu Ting's body, instantly enveloped by her warm and tight passage. An indescribable pleasure welled up in Mi Jian's heart. He had broken through Xu Ting's hymen, taking away her precious virginity. He had transformed her from a pure girl into a mature woman! Driven by excitement, Mi Jian began to slowly and powerfully thrust his penis deep inside her.

As his large penis was pulled out of Xu Ting's body, Mi Jian saw bright red bloodstains clinging to the shaft, dripping onto the sheets—Xu Ting's virgin blood! Mi Jian carefully wiped it away with a white handkerchief, and before it was fully withdrawn, he thrust it straight back into Xu Ting's secret passage, completely penetrating her tender opening. Due to the force, the glans struck the smooth cervix, and Mi Jian clearly felt the trembling of Xu Ting's vulva. He pulled his penis out a little more, then thrust it in even harder, causing Xu Ting's fair and tender body to tremble almost like her vulva. Her two pink labia had already become red and taut from the forceful pressure, the small, rounded garden opening stretched wide by the enormous penis, the delicate mucous membranes sometimes pale, sometimes red, with each thrust. A few streaks of bright red virgin blood mingled with the copious amount of clear vaginal fluid, flowing down her vulva to her snow-white thighs, the stark contrast in color arousing a sadistic desire. Mi Jian couldn't help but tightly embrace Xu Ting's snow-white buttocks, thrusting vigorously.

His glans slammed against her tender clitoris with each stroke, the varicose veins of his penis rubbing against Xu Ting's delicate mucous membranes, producing lewd sounds.

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