[Youth Campus] Adult Toy Store

Adult Toy Store by MoMo

Old Store Reopened

White Clouds, Blue Sky, Green Grass.

A warm breeze and rising sun; willow branches sway gently in the wind, like silk or gauze brushing against a beautiful woman's tender, full lips.

"No...no more...no! Ah..." A series of intense gasps, the groaning owner breathing rapidly as if about to suffocate, her fair, smooth skin undulating rhythmically with each breath. Fine, light golden body hair clung to her skin, beads of sweat glistening, like pink pearls sprinkled on a piece of exquisite white silk, the two different crystalline lusters complementing each other, firmly attracting the gaze of onlookers.

"Truly unbelievably beautiful..." After a sigh, Ke finally couldn't help but tremble as she reached out to touch the chest of the exhibit.

"Hmm..." Although her eyes were blindfolded, her body became even more sensitive because she couldn't see the other person's movements. Just a few delicate, almost fleeting touches of caressing made Dongren feel her nipples harden and burn with fever. She couldn't help but thrust her chest forward to meet the fleeting fingers, her originally tender pink nipples becoming even more vibrant and appealing than rouge.

"What a beautiful body! Even the gods would kneel in worship." Ke Youyou, speaking as a world-class professional photographer, wielded considerable power and influence. While he had photographed far more beauties than fish in a river, a stunning face didn't equate to a superb body. Makeup could conceal facial imperfections, but naturally formed physiques couldn't be faked through a day or two at a gym.

And Ke Youyou openly declared his photographic philosophy to be a standard "body-based" approach. A pretty face is secondary. Even if you have a blue face with fangs and a head full of colorful toad sores, as long as your figure meets his aesthetic standards—"fat without being fleshy, lean without being bony"—you'll be weighed, measured to be "standard eight-headed," and you'll also meet the "three requirements" of being able to undress, be seen, and touch. Only if you pass all these tests will you have a chance to be favored by Keyou's camera. If you want to be photographed a second time, please refer to the first set of criteria.

Under such harsh conditions, Dongren was still able to stand out, which gives anyone reason to be proud.

"Stop, stop playing..." Dongren groaned almost in pain, his arms, which were bound together, twitched, and sweat trickled down his clear, rich muscles like a gentle stream.

“Hehe, don’t rush. Playing this requires patience.” Ke said again, his hands frantically exploring Dongren’s body, finally sticking out his tongue to lick the beads of sweat that had formed under Dongren’s armpits.

“It’s salty, but very fresh.” After tasting it, he gave his authoritative conclusion.

“Ah… Master!” Tears welled up in Dongren’s eyes, wetting a corner of the black cloth. “Please… ah… please…”

“Please me?” Ke smiled slightly, his eyes narrowing, two obvious laugh lines appearing above his cheekbones.

“For here,” he tenderly rubbed Dongren’s wrist, which was red from being bound, with his left hand, “here…” His right finger gently flicked Dongren’s large, tightly bound member below, “or here?” His middle finger then rubbed around the wet, stuffed anus with artificial toys. This

teased Dongren into another series of rapid breaths.

"Say it!" Ke pressed down hard again on Dongren's eagerly awaiting member.

"Ah!"

"Anything is fine, anything is fine! Please!" As if expressing his impatience, Dongren's waist heaved violently, his legs, bound to his sides in an M-shape, swaying from side to side. His red, wet anus, with a thin wire trailing behind, resembled a trembling flower bud being pounded by waves in a torrent. Colorless bodily fluids leaked from the tiny gaps between the membrane and the plastic, dripping down the smooth cleft onto the grass, making the grass appear even greener.

"Baby, you're really impatient." Ke nodded in satisfaction, took off his shirt, picked up his camera, and snapped a dozen or so photos in one go, all close-ups of the most alluring parts of Dongren's body.

Hearing the continuous "clicks" of the camera button, Dongren panicked and tried to turn over, even his bright red, engorged lips instantly turning deathly pale.

"Don't be afraid." Ke paused again to comfort him, then snapped two more photos. "These will become my exclusive collection, for my own enjoyment only."

"You...you promise?" Dongren's voice trembled and became hoarse.

“I swear,” Ke casually made the sign of the cross in front of his chest. “These are all the best of the best. Besides, I never sell my photos. The stuff in this camera is like ‘gold is easy to come by, but a beautiful photo is hard to come by.’ How could I bear to share it with anyone?” “

That’s good…” Dongren’s hoarse voice began to reveal excitement and sweetness. “Let’s take more photos later, I really can’t wait…”

“Silly boy, before and after sex are two different flavors.” Ke couldn’t resist the temptation and leaned down to gently suck and bite Dongren’s full lower lip twice. “If the irrepressible passion is the prelude to a magnificent storm, then the languid relaxation is the stolen rest after the storm.”

“A treasure like you, so rare, I must thoroughly explore all your hidden qualities to do justice to this camera that I’ve been inseparable from for twenty years!”

“Keep struggling, keep stirring!”

"I see the rough ropes rubbing against your skin, softer than silk; I hear your lovely little buds opening and closing, whispering secrets."

"Let sweat soak your hair, let blood flow backward through your body."

"These fine materials will eventually be sculpted into unparalleled masterpieces in my hands. And you, Dongren, as the prototype of the Venus de Milo and the mysterious Mona Lisa, will be revered by countless generations!"

Ke You, full of passion, stirred wave after wave of pleasure in Dongren's body, watching the wet, glistening flesh before him gradually twist and twitch, thick saliva overflowing from his pink gums. Although his fingers continued to press, the obvious erection in his lower body reminded him that "endurance has its limits."

"Baby!" Carefully putting down his eating utensils, Ke You grabbed the power cord connected to the vibration remote control and pulled hard. The plastic toy, covered in liquid and so shiny black, was ejected from Dongren's body as if expelled by tight mucous membranes, still throbbing.

"No! Hurry, hurry!" Dongren couldn't adapt to the sudden emptiness, her hips twisting frantically, her soaked flower buds opening and closing rapidly, revealing the rosy inner walls, gleaming like agate, in a glimpse of blooming.

"Gulp!" Faced with such beauty, Ke unconsciously swallowed hard.

"I'm coming!" Without waiting to take off his pants, Ke unbuckled his belt and thrust his gun straight at the bullseye.

"I'm coming!" With a loud bang, the locked door was kicked off the frame and fell to the ground. A person soaked to the bone stood outside the studio, glaring angrily at the two stiff figures under the spotlight. A bolt of lightning flashed behind them, and the newcomer's bluish-purple face, whether from anger or the effect of the lightning, made him look like a vengeful ghost from hell in a horror movie.

"Ah!! My camera!"

"Ah!! My photos!"

"Hey! Introduce me to another job!" Dongren, who had just lost his job two hours ago, plopped down on Fei Liangyu's desk, his eyebrows raised and his face full of threat.

Fei Liangyu pressed his temples hard with his thumbs, feeling an almost explosive sense of crisis. He counted on his fingers as he gave Dongren a breakdown of things: "I put you in Sony's corporate planning department a month ago, and you were caught 'riding horses' with the head of the planning department in the copy room within a day. The week before last, I sent you to Oxford University in England to be a teaching assistant in the Chinese department, and that afternoon you were openly having a threesome in the principal's office. Last week, I had you escorted to the French countryside to learn wine tasting, and you didn't learn anything else but how to use empty wine bottles as masturbators without any instruction! This week, I simply put you into the most decadent entertainment industry, but before you could even take the final step with the photographer, you were caught in the act by his lover, who is also the president of the film company. Tell me! What else can I make you do!"

"Don't shout so loudly, excessive exercise can cause premature aging of the facial skin." Dongren picked at his ear with a hint of agreement, pursed his lips, and looked helpless. "It's not my fault. I'm a bit broke lately, and I finally managed to get that photographer to consider taking SM photos of me. You have to know how valuable 'Keyou Photography' is. Just the selling point of 'Keyou's friendly shoot, a closely guarded secret' is enough to make a fortune, plus my own super passionate and realistic superstar performance, oh my god! That's a huge sum of money!" Just thinking about how much money he could get made Dongren was so happy that he wanted to cup his face and scream.

"Don't forget what happens when the camera is destroyed and the film is completely exposed." Fei Liangyu couldn't stand Dongren's obsession with money, so he couldn't help but remind him in a sinister tone.

In an instant, the handsome face that had been so spirited just a second ago collapsed, replaced by a pitiful gaze, no less than that of a forsaken woman, fixed on Fei Liangyu. Even his voice became faint and ethereal, barely a whisper: "Work... money... so poor... money... work..."

With each note Dongren uttered, Fei Liangyu felt every pore on his body tighten. Touching his neck, he noticed a series of small, round, flesh-colored bumps, commonly known as "goosebumps," that radiated rapidly throughout his body, much like the effect of a nuclear explosion.

"I'll give you whatever you want, just please stop yelling!" The only thing Fei Liangyu felt was wise was not recommending Dongren to release a record. That would have been a disastrous act, a disgraceful act comparable to the "September 18 Incident" or the "Nanjing Massacre."

"No! I will never accept charity!" Dongren showed unusual steadfastness. He didn't care how he earned his money, only whether he had earned it himself.

Fei Liangyu rolled his eyes. Although he had always wanted to tell him that money earned through sex was essentially no different from handouts, Dongren would always reply with "sex is, after all, a form of physical labor"... The huge difference in values indeed led to incredibly tragic results.

"Alright, alright." Fei Liangyu opened his laptop, plugged it in, and quickly searched through his various subsidiaries. Finally, a line of blue text on a white background appeared on the screen: "Seeing how business-minded you are, I'll let you open your own shop."

"But I can't do anything except count money."

With his blood vessels throbbing rapidly, Fei Liangyu forced a smile on his zombie-like face. "I'll send someone to help you."

"Hmm..." Resting his chin on his hand, Dongren carefully observed Fei Liangyu and clearly understood that if he were to say "no" again, he might never have to worry about money again.

"Deal!" The ability to read between the lines and understand the importance of "being pragmatic" is the primary skill for making money, a lesson every wealthy person and aspiring to be wealthy must learn. "What kind of store is it?"

"An adult products store."

"The name?"

"'Pleasure,' an old brand."

"I guess business isn't doing too well?" Dongren rolled his beautiful, high-set, single-eyelid eyes dismissively.

"Oh!" Fei Liangyu was surprised. "I didn't expect you to have this skill. Come on, tell your brother how you knew?"

"Hmph! Do you want to hear one word, two words, or three words?"

"One word, two words, three words?"

"One word: 'outdated'! Two words: 'out of touch'! Three words: 'unfashionable'! The final conclusion is: it deserves to drown in the economic tide!"

"Then how do you want it changed?"

"Simple!" Dongren grabbed Fei Liangyu's Parker gold pen and wrote a row of crooked, large characters on his desk.

"'Joyful Leap' Adult Toy Store?" Fei Liangyu scratched his head, somewhat confused. "Adult toy store is a translation from Japanese, which is quite novel. But what's the difference between 'joyful leap' and 'pleasure'? Aren't they both meaning happy?"

"Hehe..." Dongren chuckled sinisterly, giving Fei Liangyu a strange look as he looked him up and down. "I really don't understand how you climbed to this position. You have absolutely no marketing sense." "

Since there's 'Qingzui' in the market, we can naturally draw a parallel with 'Joyful Leap.' 'Sparrow' is an ancient euphemism for the penis, so 'Joyful Leap' is 'penis leaping.' Tell me, if we don't make money with this name, who will?" Dongren then lifted his own face, "Therefore, from today onwards, my store is officially renamed 'Joyful Leap' Adult Toy Store!" "Wow!!" ...

Although it wasn't sunny that day and it was pouring rain, thousands of people braved the downpour and crowded together in the Lawson supermarket in front of the hundred-story office building. The sales clerks, puzzled, tried to ask what was going on, but all they got was a simultaneous "Shh!" from thousands of mouths.

Suddenly, someone's cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Come back, all clear!"

The thousands of people surged back into the office building like wild horses, leaving only two sales clerks looking at each other, confused about why this scene played out every week. The

mysterious store manager

shouted, "Come on! Baby! Come on!

" "Oh!" "Yeah!" "

Come on!" "Baby! Fuck me!

" "

Oh!"... Hmm... Hmm... Ah, ah! Ah! A tear of passion streamed down his face. Dongren opened his moist eyes, a half-lost tear still clinging to his thick, trembling eyelashes. A pale pink hue spread from his delicate skin to the surface. His crimson tongue lightly grazed his gums, moved to his upper lip, and finally traced a beautiful arc along his alluring lips. "A big release of pent-up frustration, so satisfying!" He casually tossed the crumpled tissue paper on the ground, straightened his back, and pulled off his underwear, which he hadn't changed in two days. He held it up above his head and let out a peculiar smell emanate from the pure white cotton underwear—what people usually refer to as "the smell of a man."

Even though it was his own stuff, Dongren couldn't help but frown, then carefully folded it again: "A used pair of underwear can sell for the price of two dozen new ones? Don't you think those buyers are a bit crazy?" "But thanks to that, I can always wear new underwear... Thank God!" Dongren lay on his single wire bed, closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly. Being ungrateful is a sure way to incur divine punishment. Then a thought flashed through his mind: "Maybe... I can use this to create a new business opportunity!" "For example, I could open a 'Men's and Women's Secondhand Underwear Exchange Center,' with a membership system based on tiers. As long as you pay the membership fee, you can get..." Members enjoy freshly made secondhand underwear on a monthly, time-slot basis. The length of time the underwear has been used and the strength of its odor are directly linked to the member's level. Members also have the opportunity to have unguarded, intimate face-to-face contact with the underwear's owner. One member is chosen each month from among the highest spenders, with equal opportunities for everyone. Internal staff of the exchange center are strictly prohibited from participating. "Two small green '$' symbols appeared in his pale chestnut pupils: 'I'm a genius! With this, I guarantee I'll have the largest market share among similar products in less than a month, and create an undefeated legend in the industry in six months! I'm going to be rich!!' 'Oh! Yeah!' 'Oh!

Yeah!' '

Click!' The Eastern man pressed down hard on the purplish-red cylinder protruding from the bottom of the naked man's alarm clock with his middle finger. 'Yeah!'... The alarm clock that had been harassing the neighbors... no, it should be said that it sexually harassed the neighbors finally quieted down after ringing for a full hour."

"Phew..." Dongren propped up his bare, glistening upper body, letting a thin blanket slide down to his waist, just enough to cover the carnage he'd just witnessed, a scene of utter carnage. He glared resentfully at the new sample clock that had only arrived last night. "The alarm clock does ring nicely, but why doesn't it know to stop? It made me play mahjong for an hour first thing this morning, wasting a roll of precious national timber. If this were someone going to school or work, wouldn't they definitely be late and get scolded?" Dongren felt that complaining wasn't enough; he needed to reflect and get to the root of the problem: "While the clock designer is creative, he neglected the vast number of potential customers, only shortsightedly considering the needs of a small group of targeted buyers. Sigh! In the end, it's still a lack of experience, a lack of market research..." The result wasn't done well enough; improvements are suggested. He casually pulled a label from a small drawer beside the bed, wrote "New Product: $50/piece" in red, and stuck it on the naked man's head: "Free sample, sell it first, then we'll talk." At 2 PM, the man, with his 180cm tall, slender, and well-proportioned figure and stunningly beautiful face that made one wonder if he was Apollo reincarnated, rode a black women's bicycle, attracting attention from everyone on the street. Besides his own glamorous and princely star-like demeanor, the key was that the bicycle basket was squeezed and deformed into a huge, deep red penis shape, with a banner that read, "'Joyful' Adult Toy Store, let you be 'shaped' like this bicycle basket."

The man deliberately took a longer route, extending the 20-minute journey to almost half an hour, before finally returning to the store, wobbling back to his shop, completely satisfied.

"I'm back!" Dongren shouted towards the shop, which was less than a storefront, but there was no reply.

"I'm back... I'm back... I'm back..." A few seconds later, only a distant echo, refracted countless times, could be heard.

No way? Not doing business in broad daylight, not even turning on the lights! Even if they wanted to save money, they shouldn't abandon their customer-centric service principles!

(In this pitch-black place, it's a miracle if I don't fall to my death, let alone buy anything!) Dongren cautiously stepped over the threshold in the dark, when suddenly a fragrant breeze wafted straight into his nostrils, followed by a symphony of bracelets, earrings, and a bunch of unidentifiable metal objects, clanging and jingling towards him.

"Guest, it would be a waste for a beauty like you to live such a mundane life. Don't you ever reminisce about your sweet and bittersweet first love in the dead of night? Don't you ever yearn for a passionate and dramatic love affair? Don't you ever fantasize about a rough man with eyes more dreamy and dazzling than the stars taking you away from your smelly husband?" A light veil fluttered, and a pair of autumn-water eyes with golden eyelashes looked at the man with a bewitching and seductive gaze. Her delicate, peach-pink lips, exposed beneath the white veil, exhaled a fragrant breath. A semi-transparent golden veil could not conceal her adorable little navel, and the gold and pink navel ring made a crisp clinking sound with the slightest tremor.

Gently lifting the delicate widow's peak of the foreign woman's chin, the Eastern man's tenderness was more delicate than flowing water, and his affection more profound than a deep valley: "My darling, in my eyes you are more deadly than poison. Every inch of you exudes an alluring, sinful aura. Considering your breathtaking beauty, I've decided to deduct half a month's salary, just a mere fifteen days." His eyes, brimming with captivating allure, were like those of Xi Shi clutching her heart; the beauty's self-pitying expression was truly heartbreaking: "But this month is a leap month." "That's right, it just means you'll have to work an extra day next month. Perhaps it's a bit too much for a 32-year-old man, but the shop..." "If there are difficulties in the store, please be understanding as a staff member!" "You're so mean!" Her pink little fists rained down on Dongren, her bright eyes, which were originally just watery, were now brimming with tears. "We agreed that you could only call me 'Misa,' and you even brought up my age that I've long forgotten. You're so mean! Misa hates you!" Dongren frowned, enduring the punches that were more itchy than mosquito bites, telling himself to be patient, and said earnestly, "Misa, I know! You were once a transvestite actress who was somewhat famous..." "Very famous!!" Misa pouted her tender little lips, looking like she was about to cry again.

"Very well! Even if you become a huge star, you've created a series of well-known transvestite characters across time and space. Whether famous or unknown, you always manage to imbue them with a unique allure, not only captivatingly beautiful but also wild and proud, drawing viewers into the mysterious yet decadent world of 'transvestites.' But now that you've stepped back from the limelight, you need to return to your true self. What's with this outfit?" (Slender hand) With a gentle flick of her long hair, the thick curls she'd spent the entire morning getting permed trembled like ears of wheat. Her left hand, fingers slightly arched like an orchid, covered her lips, a shy yet alluring charm: "He...hehehehehe..." Her supple waist swayed gracefully, a 360-degree turn causing her embellishments to clang loudly once more: "Gypsy Girl—'Crystal Night'!" The word "endurance" finally froze like the last remnant of ice in the spring breeze, shattering on the ground with a clatter. "

We sell products that will make your mouth dry and your desire uncontrollable!!" "No crystal needed!" The shimmering crystal chains coiling around her body transformed into plexiglass, carelessly tossed into the mud by kindergarten children.

"No veil needed!" With a few tugs, the flowing robes that had flowed from the beauty pool were so crumpled they weren't even fit to be given away as a tablecloth.

"No need for further concealment!"

"Ah!..." Misa clung tightly to her last line of defense, her fair and delicate arms and legs exposed to the air, her rosy cheeks making her even more alluring and tempting.

"Take it off!" Dongren, oblivious to the fact that he had transformed into a terrifying beast in the eyes of outsiders, showed no mercy, leaving several red marks on Misa's fair and delicate skin in the process of pulling.

"Help! Indecent assault!" Misa cried and threw herself behind Dongren, accidentally bumping into someone who was coming from the opposite direction, falling into his firm chest.

It was 100% masculine! Misa sniffed hard, the black t-shirt exuding a fresh scent of soap and a faint tobacco.Ignoring the fact that the newcomer still had one foot outside the store and was stiffly holding Misa, Dongren's ashen face, which resembled that of a vengeful ghost, quickly changed. Not only did it instantly turn white, but he also tried to make the capillaries on his face dilate by two percent to reveal a healthy blush. As the right angles of his mouth inadvertently became rounded and pulled down, the corners of his mouth also turned up with the movement of his muscles, giving him a standard professional model smile.

Want to transform from a genie to a handsome man? Practice your three-second transformation with Coach Dongren! Transform! Transform! Transform!

A customer is here! A customer is here! "Joyful Leap" is finally about to receive its first customer!!

Sniffling, almost snotty from his overwhelming emotion, Dongren tossed aside his tattered clothes, reached out and blocked the customer's open mouth, and solemnly said at almost face-to-face contact: "Customer, you don't need to say anything. As a man, I completely understand how you feel right now!" He then flicked two drops of saliva.

"But congratulations on finally finding the right place. 'Joy' will restore your masculine vigor and dignity. From now on, no matter what extraordinary situation you encounter, whether it's one-on-one, 3p, 4p, or even playing with two sockets, I guarantee you can handle it day and night with ease. As the saying goes: 'Nothing is difficult in the world if you persevere; once one batch is plugged in, there will be a replacement!' " "Right now, my store is having a big promotion: buy ten get one free, family planning, the more you buy, the more you get, while supplies last." "Sir, how many boxes of Viagra, how many boxes of 'miracle oil,' how many boxes of topical and how many boxes of oral medication?" After hurriedly rattling off a string of words, the man quickly caught his breath before he collapsed, gazing affectionately at the newcomer with dreamy eyes filled with stars and bubbles, his hand already pressing the meter.

The newcomer seemed to be completely stunned, forgetting that he still had Misa clinging to him.

After giving the man a look of amazement, Misa decided to continue playing dumb, gently tracing circles on his hard chest through the fabric with her delicate fingers.

The clock ticked, ten minutes passed.

After the three of them had faithfully played out their roles as the protagonist in the "waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump" scenario—the wooden stake—one of them finally pointed to himself and asked uncertainly, "Me?... " Then he lowered his finger and poked the ground, "Manager..." "What did you say you were?!" the man and Misa exclaimed in unison, as if they were hearing an alien monster introduce itself.

Puffing out his chest, the newcomer finally remembered to push Misa aside, casually glancing at his slightly wrinkled jacket, and coolly said, "I'm the manager of this shop, everyone calls me 'Xisang'." The dimly lit shop suddenly brightened up, and under the spotlight, a handsome foreign man with skin that shone with a chocolate-colored luster leaned against the door frame with his hands in his pockets. Two emerald earrings on his left ear shone brightly and dimly, staring intently at the person within a meter radius of the newcomer.

Suddenly, danger loomed. Even with his usually dull sixth sense, Dongren sensed something was terribly wrong. The other man was not only several centimeters taller than him, but his well-proportioned and athletic physique was enough to tempt anyone. Most importantly, the guy seemed to have some foreign ancestry. Although it was unclear whether he was Filipino or of equatorial African descent, in the current wave of Western worship, his dark complexion alone was enough to lead one to believe he was the reincarnation of an Egyptian pharaoh, not to mention his deep, emerald-green eyes, radiating a cold, melancholic, and wounded gaze—enough to make anyone swoon for a moment.

"I'm the real manager! It's me!" Dongren, who would never back down in the face of money, even though his heart trembled and he almost pounced on the man, couldn't help but erupt in anger.

With a disdainful shrug, the handsome man who called himself "Xisang" glanced at the shop's decor and snorted coldly: "I knew that guy Ayu couldn't give me a good job. Forcing such a lousy shop on me is an insult to my worth, a trampling on my dignity. If it weren't for the fact that you, this little shop assistant, are somewhat to my liking, I'd be the first to fire you." "You!" Dongren, enraged, pulled out his cell phone. "Let's see who's who on the phone!" "Hello! Si Feiliang! This is Dongren!..."

Xisang glanced sideways at the display case, while Misa remained unmoved, squatting in the corner picking up the scattered crystal beads.

Why! Why! Why!!

If human resentment could fill the Pacific Ocean, Dongren's gaze at this moment could destroy two skyscrapers and a cable-stayed bridge.

When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? Power has fallen into the hands of the cuckoo's blood.

A cold wind howls across the land, who hears the sound of a broken heart?

Why does fate play such a cruel trick on me? Is it jealousy of my beauty or resentment towards my figure, more beautiful than any god's?

Money! My love! I will leave you, and years from now, will you still remember me, this devoted lover who loved you more than life itself, alone at the ends of the earth, weeping silently?

"Don't cry." Misa tore another piece from the last remaining piece of her light gauze and stuffed it into Dongren's hand. "From now on, be a good girl and follow your sister. If your sister has a bite, Dongren will have a bite too. I'll make sure you never have to drink anything." "Misa!" Dongren had never known there could be someone in the world so kind, so forgiving. Human nature is inherently good! Dongren, overcome with passion, lunged straight into Misa's open arms. "Please don't abandon me!" "I won't abandon you." What he touched was a firm, hard bosom unlike Misa's fragrant, soft breasts, and a faint smell of tobacco.

"Huh?"

Looking up, Xisang smiled broadly, his long, slender fingers slowly tracing the smooth, delicate cheek of the Eastern man. His lips moved, each word deliberate and deliberate: "From this day forward, you will be my personal assistant." "Personal assistant?" The Eastern man was lost in two deep pools of green, repeating almost in a daze.

"Personal assistant?" Misa, her hands still outstretched, asked incredulously.

"That's right! Personal assistant..." Xisang beamed, watching the two people about to become his subordinates, both looking completely bewildered.

Finally, he had avenged that moment of stunned silence when he entered the store!

Old love, new love .

Food, sex, and greed are human nature; food, sex, and greed are innate.

————Eastern man: Others' beauty is meant to be destroyed; my beauty is born to destroy others.

————Misa: Hey! You two! Stop talking to yourselves in the mirror and hurry up and wipe your face! 　　—Excerpt

from "Daily Tales of 　　an 　　Adult 　　Toy Store 　　" 　　by 　　Xisang

——— 　　...i=39> Misa's eyes were alluring, her cheeks flushed, and she lazily propped her chin up from the counter with her delicate hand. Her small, jade-like finger lightly brushed her cherry lips, wiping away a few suspicious drops of liquid: "Dongren, don't come... That vibrator is for sale. If the boss finds out, our entire month's salary will be gone." "So comfortable..." Dongren lay prone on a large lounge chair reminiscent of those found on Caribbean beaches. The top two buttons of his shirt were already undone, the black silk collar hanging loosely, revealing an alluring view below his beautiful neck, the shimmering skin and the faintly visible areolas—the scenery here was truly exceptional!

Her round, firm buttocks were high and rounded. As she turned the buttons on the bright pink remote control in her hand, waves of vibration surged through her body, crashing against her sensitive flesh. Her moist, starry eyes were half-closed, half-open, and neither fully open nor closed. Her firm buttocks swayed rapidly and gracefully with the mechanical motor. Her trembling, tender white buttocks were like lychee jelly, ready to be sucked after being removed from its plastic packaging—smooth, refreshing, and fragrant, yet also possessing a rhythmic allure.

Although her back was to Misa, Dongren could clearly feel two strange gazes roaming between her buttocks. So, she deliberately swayed her hips, creating a beautiful wave that was almost suffocating and caused a nosebleed.

Hearing the sounds of rummaging through drawers behind her, Dongren turned around smugly, and caught a glimpse of a glaring red stain seeping from between Misa's fingers as she tightly covered her nose: "Aren't you the same? Sleeping during work hours, out hunting for food again last night, huh?" After much effort, Misa managed to find a wad of alcohol swabs in a corner of the drawer, and hurriedly stuffed them into her nostrils, squeezing her originally delicate nose almost into a meat bun, nearly making her the one caught in the act of suffocating herself—all Dongren's fault.

"Well, you can't blame her," she said, her voice still soft and delicate, full of twists and turns. Although the two wads of cotton stuffed in her nostrils were an eyesore, a beauty with cotton stuffed in her nostrils was still a beauty.

Every move a beauty makes is the focus of the world. As a beauty, one must always be mindful of one's words and actions, absolutely avoiding any loss of decorum, lest one become a laughingstock and bring shame upon oneself.

"Who told her to spend every day with you and the boss, those two high-class beauties you can only look at but never taste? It's good for eye health, but the books say that long-term unfulfilled desires are a major taboo for beauty and skin care, easily leading to skin aging, wrinkles, age spots, pregnancy spots, and so on. She's a newly blossoming flower; she doesn't want to wither so quickly." "Oh!" "Dongren was momentarily stunned, and his hand accidentally pushed the regulator to the maximum amplitude setting. A surge of intense pleasure climbed up his tailbone, like an electric shock, churning and roaring within him. His supple waist, unable to bear the overflowing passion, sank down, causing his wanton buttocks to stick out even higher. His already heavy lower body swayed and rose, repeatedly striking his firm abdomen below his round navel. Red represented passion, temptation, the substantial substance beneath the sweat, and the true essence of being ready to unleash its power.

Dongren painfully gripped the back of the chair, clearly feeling the constant expulsion of fluid without any caresses or guidance. The engorged anus and the near-limited erection created a stark contrast, a double torment. Soft moans mingled with intermittent high-pitched moans. This vivid and sensual scene would ignite a beastly urge in anyone who witnessed it.

" Dong... Dongren? Misa swallowed hard, the two small cotton balls offering no resistance to the gushing saliva from her nasal dam. Though her heart belonged to a woman, her body couldn't escape its innate desires, especially since this self-destructive performance was enough to ignite her long-dormant masculine conquering instincts!

"Father, Mother, Holy Spirit! Please save me! A transvestite is not a eunuch!"

Unable to contain her panic, Misa cupped her soft cheeks with trembling hands, muttering to herself, "Don't tempt me! I don't want to be a man! I've always aspired to be the complete 'femme fatale' Misa! So please, please don't treat me like this anymore, please, please!" "Gradually, her voice not only began to weep, but also resembled pear blossoms in the rain, or begonias in the autumn wind. Whether it was her misty almond eyes, her cherry lips lightly nibbling with pearly teeth, her trembling shoulders, or her slender waist, every part of her was endearing, every detail embodying the profound artistry of the ancient art of crying. It was truly a culmination of ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign traditions, a perfect blend of elegance and rhythm.

" "Hey, uncle! What are you crying about? No, no!" After fully enjoying the near-fainting ecstasy, the man, upon regaining his senses, found Misa crying her heart out, a truly pitiful sight. This sudden turn of events was utterly baffling.

"Please, please call me 'Misa'..." Even amidst her most grief-stricken cries, the basic principle of sobbing and convulsing couldn't be abandoned.

"Uh? Oh!" "Spring is here, and it's wise for certain groups not to go against the tide.

Right there in the shop, one was preparing to flood the store, while the other rolled his eyes in bewilderment, when a tall figure sneaked in furtively. Not only was his entire face covered by a black scarf, but he was also dragging a huge suitcase, immediately sparking whispers among the two in the shop.

Misa, wiping away tears, pointed shyly at the 'masked man's' headband and asked, 'Excuse me... um... could you tell me where you bought that scarf? It's the most popular style this year, and I've been looking for it for a week, but it's sold out everywhere.' 'Oh, right! I remember now!' Dongren slapped his forehead, looking enlightened. 'I was wondering the other day why the sandstorms only moved north, but they've already migrated south so quickly... Misa, quickly go buy a batch of scarves to stock up! We must seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and make a fortune! I want to prove to Fei Liangyu that I'm the only one suitable to be the shop manager!'" "Behind him, steep rocks and crashing waves, a giant wave surging with white foam crashed in, but the Eastern man stood firm, glaring angrily.

Magnificent! Eastern man!

" "Okay! Baby, hold on!" A series of flashes rang out as a masked man, camera in hand, relentlessly snapped photos of the Eastern man's long, shapely legs, leaning forward as if determined to capture every glimpse.

Such a familiar voice!

Such perverted behavior!

Such a bizarre way of filming!

Considering all three, having seen the whole world, only one person fits all the criteria!

That is…" Wow! Ke You, how could it be you?! "Dongren stared at the masked man with eyes more terrifying than if he'd seen a ghost.

For Dongren, there was only one thing in the world that could frighten him—not making money.

And there was only one kind of person who could terrify him—the one who prevented him from making money.

Unfortunately, Keyou was someone who had once caused him to lose money he was almost in his grasp, and Dongren disliked him intensely.

"What are you doing in my shop! And dressed like a pervert." After confirming there was no one else in the shop, Keyou pulled off his headscarf, revealing a sexy smile that was most likely to capture the hearts of young girls these days—a smile that perfectly complemented his mature and world-weary demeanor: "Dongdong, my darling, seeing me, doesn't your prostate fluid secretion accelerate? Doesn't your pretty little darling have an urge to thrust forward? I'm so happy to see you so healthy. And who's that beauty next to you? Aren't you going to introduce her to me?" "Beauty? You mean him?" Dongren pointed to Misa's nose.

"Beauty?" "You're pointing at me?" Misa pointed to her nose.

"Misa!" someone eagerly introduced himself.

"Uncle!" Dongren added darkly.

"Miss Misa, it's my honor to meet such a beauty." Ke You gentlemanly took Misa's slender hand, lowered his head and gently kissed it.

Ah, so tingly and numb! And the slight sting of stubble rubbing against the skin! A rare good man, absolutely cannot let him go!

Unsurprisingly, watching Misa's pupils gradually dilate from round to pink heart shape, Dongren snatched Misa's hand from Ke You's, his face full of vigilance: "Go, go now! I don't want your lover to tear down my newly opened shop because of jealousy." "Alas, that day will never come again." Ke You's previous high spirits vanished, and he sat on his suitcase, making the air within a radius of gloom.

You look at me, I look at you: "Dead?" It was rare for the two of them to speak in unison.

"No!" I really can't understand how those two could be so jinxed.

"It's just that he'll never be jealous of me again." Ke felt a pang in her heart, as if a knife was cutting into her flesh.

"Oh...he's found someone new."

"Why didn't I cherish him more back then, forcing him to fall into someone else's arms?" "Only when you lose something do you realize its value. God, please give me a second chance!" "What's gone can never be retrieved, leaving only the scars in my heart to savor." "Spring waters flow eastward, leaving only regret..."

"Long, lonely days slowly grind away."

"This isn't a Tang and Song poetry class, you two, don't make things worse for me!" With a serious expression, Dongren asked, "Even so, what does that have to do with you being here?" "Hehe," Ke scratched his head sheepishly, revealing a shy expression that didn't match his status as a top international photographer, "I'm here to ask you for a small favor." "No!" Dongren refused decisively.

"Why?" the other two asked in unison.

"I dislike it." Is there a more convincing reason in the world?

"As expected of a Dongren!" Ke smiled with satisfaction, casually pulling a folded piece of white paper from his inner pocket and waving it around. "An unlimited check, it's just a matter of who's willing to earn it." "Sir, how can I serve you? Just say the word." Dongren clasped his hands together, his eyes gleaming with a dazzling golden light that instantly eclipsed all other light bulbs.

"Ha...hahaha..."

A terrifyingly arrogant laugh echoed again above "Joyful Leap," the hidden conspiracy sending chills down the spines of many innocent passersby.

The bloody and cruel murders were about to begin again...

(The above is purely for suspense and should not be taken seriously.)

———————————————————————————————————————————————— Note: 嫌い: Japanese, meaning dislike, unhappy.

Night is a respite for life, a source of turmoil and confusion, and also the best time to capture prey.

Three men, whose daytime demeanor was mediocre and whose behavior was so erratic that one might suspect they had escaped from Longfa Hall, arrived at the Rose Garden Building, beaming with confidence after a thorough grooming. Their radiant presence caused the doorman to humbly lower his head, unable to look them in the eye. One

casually brushed a stray hair behind his ear; his right thumb lightly traced the emerald ring on his left ring finger; a soft cough followed, and the shadow cast at a 45-degree angle accentuated his handsome profile.

Although these three men were all seasoned veterans, they felt a deep sense of shame at being treated like mere doorman… Who says high status equals high character? Noah's Ark couldn't contain the baser instincts of humanity. The air was

filled with fragrance, the lights shimmered, and this place was not only a symbol of fashion and elegance but also a paradise for pleasure-seeking.

Handsome men and beautiful women were everywhere, and the scene was nothing short of a veritable feast.

You can laugh, but you're not allowed to call out to friends; a half-blush is permitted. You can get drunk, but you're not allowed to drink heavily; a light buzz is allowed.

No one here forces you to do that, but you'll find yourself doing it involuntarily. Whether it's the decadence of the end of the century or the budding innocence of the new century, people always adapt to changes in their environment. Otherwise, no matter how rich you are, you're just a rich pig... nothing more.

"Misa, when did you get this cheongsam? I've never seen you wear it." With one arm around Keyou's, Dongren turned his head and asked Misa, who was hooked on Keyou's other arm, with a smile.

"Of course, this year is the year of Tang suits." Misa, determined to transform into a Chinese doll tonight, wore a fiery red satin collarless high-slit cheongsam, embroidered with colorful phoenixes with outstretched wings in black and gold thread. Her waist-length black hair was gathered at the top of her head and secured with an amber hairpin, leaving only a few strands of green hair near her white jade earlobes.

The red was dazzling, the white brilliant, and her graceful steps flowed with a breathtaking beauty reminiscent of snowflakes and flying geese.

"You're not bad yourself either," Ke said with a smile, glancing at Misa and then at Dongren. He was currently enjoying the best of both worlds.

Misa, on the other hand, nodded in agreement. She was used to seeing Dongren, the commoner type, in his usual t-shirts and jeans, maybe with a hippie jacket at worst, but now he was dressed in a well-fitting Western-style suit, his figure slender and elegant. The exquisite tailoring perfectly accentuated his beautiful curves, his demeanor graceful and poised. After all, he had been a model; his manners were naturally elegant and refined. Even if he couldn't be a prince, he certainly deserved the title of a fallen nobleman.

The three of them attracted countless envious glances as they walked.

If you lack beauty, you call it charisma; if you lack charisma, you call it poise; if you lack poise, you call it approachability; if you lack even approachability, you're simply trash.

A few thugs in the corner stared intently at Misa and Dongren, swallowing hard. If it weren't for Ke's intimidating appearance, they probably would have already approached them, greeting them with "hello, baby."

They took the elevator, which sped straight to the 32nd floor without stopping.

Red carpet was laid out, lamplight flickered, and several potted plants lined the corridor, with yellow bird-of-paradise flowers proudly displayed beside a Brazilian tree.

"Is this it?" Dongren pointed to the brightly lit sign above room "3201.

" "Yes!" Ke nodded slightly, still looking at the sign.

How could they be wrong?

Behind this door, on that bed, in every corner of room "3201," were witnesses to their love.

Just two weeks ago, they were gazing out the window at the city lights, joyfully celebrating Sweetheart's 29th birthday.

Sweetheart had even said he didn't want to turn 30, feeling like he'd stepped into the ranks of old men in one step.

"Ideally, I could stay 29 forever, forever young, forever sweet..."

A knock sounded at the door. Teng Jiashan, the "sweetheart" Ke You had been referring to, who was engrossed in reviewing the quarterly sales report, looked up, glanced at the time on her laptop, and sighed helplessly, "He's half an hour early this time? Why can't he ever be punctual? Looks like these reports are going to be wasted again." Despite her sigh, Jiashan took off her glasses and placed them beside the reports, then got up to open the door for the troublesome man.

"Miss, did you come to the wrong room?" Seeing a beautiful, Chinese-style Barbie doll standing gracefully outside the door, anyone would be taken aback for a few seconds, especially those who appreciate male beauty.

"No, I'm looking for 3201." Her pink lips were slightly upturned, and her long, fan-like eyelashes blinked, giving her an innocent and pure look.

This was the acting of an idol with real talent, captivating men from 8 to 80 years old.

Special note: The exception is the type who are attracted to men.

"But... I don't think I know you." If you're looking to hook up with a rich guy, you've picked the wrong person. Jia Shan innocently pointed upwards: I belong to the exception category.

"Then you should at least know me, right? Sweetheart." Count Dakula suddenly appeared behind the Chinese doll. His black suit and top hat added to his shadowy aura. His white teeth flashed when he smiled, and a chilling murderous intent was hidden in his sculpted smile lines.

"Ke You! How could you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ke You punched Jia Shan in the groin above his stomach, and then caught him as he leaned forward and carried him into the room.

"Wow! No wonder it's a presidential suite, it's so luxurious." Ignoring Ke's antics with Jia Shan, Dong Ren and Mei Sha, who followed them into the room, were dazzled like country bumpkins in the city, touching and rubbing everything. There were novelties everywhere, and Dong Ren drooled over the antique vase, stroking it from rim to base over and over again. If he hadn't felt that he was outnumbered, who knows what he might have done.

"Ke, what... what do you want to do?" Jia Shan, who had regained her ability to speak but was still weak in the knees, was shocked to find her hands tied to the bed frame. Her expensive shirt had been torn open at the chest and crumpled into a rag.

"Of course, it's something to make you happy." Ke climbed onto the bed, his fingers gently tracing between Jia Shan's legs. Even through the fabric, he could clearly feel the smooth flesh and the throbbing of the veins under his fingers.

Even without witnessing it firsthand, Ke You could tell from the touch of his fingertips what Jia Shan was going through. The poor little thing was still stubbornly raising its head despite the intermittent external pressure, its heroic act of standing up was being tormented by the limited space to perform.

"Poor thing, it looks like it's in a lot of pain." Ke You chuckled, his index finger gliding along Jia Shan's slightly weak chest to above her navel, the smooth and crisp feel was exhilarating. "Playing with my sweetheart like this seems a bit too easy, do you have any good suggestions?" Turning his head, although he was asking the two of them, Ke You's gaze was fixed on Dong Ren.

Receiving such high regard, Dong Ren was naturally full of pride, first returning a super beautiful free smile, then mysteriously pulling out an exquisite gift box from Misa's small bag. It not only had outer packaging but was also tied with a bow, which made a dazzling appearance when he held it in his hand.

"It's a special service!"

The tone was truly dignified and resounding.

"Introducing our latest SM series: a strawberry and eggplant four-piece fruit and vegetable set!" A 100,000-volt light focused on Misa, draped in red silk... a bow. Pink symbolizes purity, purple represents mystery. The small strawberries are fresh and tempting; one bite reveals their sweet, juicy flavor, leaving a lingering fragrance. The taste of first love rises suddenly between the lips and teeth, and the beautiful, innocent memories are forever the warmest eternity. The long, plump eggplant is not only a mascot for the joyous autumn harvest in farmers, but also the best tool for relieving fatigue during sleepless nights. It is a man's desire and a woman's hope; even just holding it in your hand will give you a sense of abundant joy and comfort. "Close-up of the actual product, Misa... a second bow." When purity and mystery, shyness and honesty are combined with two... What wondrous effects will be created when the highly flexible and stretchy leather ropes are strung together? Will it be double pleasure or double torment? It all depends on the user—you! Discover it for yourself. This set of SM toys features vivid shapes and vibrant colors, making it a perfect match for both fair-skinned and delicate individuals and those with dark, sunny complexions. It's worth noting that this product is made from the latest biomimetic materials, has passed ISO91111 international certification, and is non-toxic, harmless, and has no side effects. Couples who love SM can purchase and use it with confidence. Atlantic Insurance Company has insured this product for 1 million in accidental damage. "The product's true colors are revealed… three bows!" You! You dare! "Jia Shan looked terrified.

"He wouldn't dare, but I would." Ke smiled and pinched a strawberry, chewing it before forcefully stuffing it into Jia Shan's tightly closed lips.

After clamping on the nipple clamps and attaching the vibrator, Ke carefully licked the eggplant anal plug again and again until he was sure it was smooth and moist enough to slide in unimpeded, before forcefully inserting it into Jia Shan's small hole.

Jia Shan frowned in pain, her red lips unable to speak, only able to protest with a "ooh".

Ke pinched the swollen nipples, the soft tips now fully erect like two pearls, turning a deep dark red under the rubbing of his teeth.

The bright pink and purple lusters complemented each other, appearing particularly bright and alluring against Jia Shan's fair skin.

"Is it comfortable?" Ke asked caringly, while his hand turned on the vibrator.

Instantly, Jia Shan's eyes widened, and a muffled growl came from her throat.

The erect penis trembled violently with the "squeak" of the vibrator, changing from red to deep red to purplish-red. Each deepening of pigmentation caused the white flesh, like a flowing ribbon, to convulse, glistening with sweat.

His clear eyes began to unfocus, his cold, starry gaze clouded by the rising and falling waves of pleasure, like the morning mist of spring.

Ice crystals melted and dripped, overflowing with tears—the white dew collected on daisy petals last night, the clear spring water that blurred the bamboo paintings of Banqiao. Passionate pleasure veered towards a frenzied swaying, the tender skin glowing with the delicate rosy hue of a newborn baby. The usually aloof and domineering young CEO transformed into a lamb to the slaughter, lost in a drunken stupor on the bed.

Misa couldn't help but glance at the bed a few more times, then quietly tugged at Dongren's sleeve: "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? Should we leave for a bit?" "No! You're just watching!" Ke shouted again, his two fingers tracing the outline of his testicles. "Haven't you noticed? My sweetheart is a natural masochist. The more you torture him, the happier he is; the more people are watching, the more excited he gets. Look, his mouth is already oozing lewd fluid, sticky, thick, and sweet—it's delicious!" No wonder his technique was so skillful and agile earlier; practice makes perfect, it turns out it's the result of diligent practice. This couple is definitely not just ordinary perverts, they're practically "special."

"Knock knock!"

The knocking sounded again, the minute hand of the customs clock pointing precisely downwards with a loud "clang."

The man, who was never punctual, was unusually punctual today. Was this some kind of cruel joke from heaven?

The adulterer had arrived!

Except for Teng Jiashan, who was strapped to the bed and unable to move, the other three were as if injected with stimulants, all of them energized. They exchanged glances, and according to their pre-arranged plan, Ke remained on the bed, holding Jiashan captive, while Meisha turned off the room lights and, along with Dongren, sneaked to the door on either side. They

silently counted to three, then lifted the red veil.

As soon as the light from the corridor shone into the dark room, Dongren raised a wooden stick and poured an oil hammer over the intruder's head. He then watched with satisfaction as Mount Tai collapsed, the jade pillar crumbled, the heavens and earth changed color, and the stars shifted—the ambush plan was a resounding success!

"Yay!" The room was bright again, and the two heroes high-fived in celebration.

Beside the unfortunate man's corpse lay a briefcase, which Dongren naturally snatched and opened himself.

What he saw was horrifying! Red Double Happiness candles, Giordano whips, the Immortal-Binding Rope used to bind the Monkey King in Journey to the West, iron handcuffs used to arrest terrorists in peacekeeping operations, and countless other items such as batons, shackles, and rabbit costumes.

"Drip," a drop of saliva fell from Misa's mouth to her foot. Who on earth was lying there?

A strong sense of foreboding rose in both of their hearts. They exchanged a glance and simultaneously bent down to turn the adulterer over.

"No way?!..."

"I knew it!..."

"You know that guy?" Hearing the groan, Ke on the bed paused his torment of the "clean-up area" and turned to ask.

Misa and Dongren nodded vigorously in unison.

"Who is he?" How dare he be a third party and steal my sweetheart! Unforgivable!

(Scratching her ear.)

(Wiping her nose.)

"Our...shop manager..."

"He who takes money must do his bidding. How were we supposed to know it would be you coming in?" "Exactly, Misa didn't want to turn the handsome shop manager into a unicorn. Waaah...so pitiful." The word "endure" shattered, leaving only a knife. Xisang held the knife in one hand and rubbed the back of his head, which was swollen with a large bump, with the other. If he could kill these two people without being sentenced, he would be willing to sell his soul to Satan.

"But I really didn't expect that you used to have an affair with that Teng Jiashan and were even his sex toy supplier. You look like a homeless Asian." "I'm so envious." "Misha also wants a cool and powerful lover like that. If it were me, I would definitely cling to his leg and never let go." Xisang looked at the two of them with pity, as if they were idiots: "I can't stand his physique." "It's just that he has a bit of a masochistic tendency, the most popular sex method in the 21st century. And you're the manager of our store." "My eternal pain.

" "Hmph, despicable." Xisang snorted disdainfully.

"Hey, what do you mean I'm despicable? Explain yourself!"

"Then you two have to explain yourself first!" A furious roar echoed through the air, shattering the glass door.

Teng Jiashan stormed into the shop, carrying a man with a head full of bruises, named Keyou.

*Clang!* Jiashan flicked his left hand, and a gleaming, sharp dagger trembled as it was stuck into the counter.

"You dared to conspire with Keyou to frame me! If you don't explain yourselves, I'll chop off your fingers and sell you to Thailand as ladyboys!" "I'm already a ladyboy," someone said, pointing rather cutely to their own nose.

"Shut up!" Three pairs of fiery eyes glared at him, terrifying Meisha into silence.

"What's going on?!" Dongren grabbed Keyou, shaking him violently by the neck. "Didn't you say he...he! He! That he's a masochist?! Why is he so strong and powerful now, and carrying a knife?! Give me an explanation!!!" "Cough, cough, cough..." "

What do you want to do to my Keyou?!" If anything happens to him, I'll whip you, burn you with candles, strip you naked and hang you on the Oriental Pearl Tower to be exposed to the wind and sun every day! Taking advantage of the chaos, Xisang secretly slipped out of the shop through the back door.

Walking on the sidewalk, he shrugged helplessly: Teng Jiashan was indeed a masochist, but only in bed. The moment his feet touched the ground, he would completely transform from a masochist into a sadist.

Xisang couldn't stand his dual personality, which was why he broke up with him.

But since that photographer could maintain a relationship with him for four years, it seems Jiashan has finally found a partner whose personality matches his.

Every man's life has two extremes: S and... M. The same pleasure, the same entanglement, entangled his lonely life. —Only when he was a S, the whip gradually became the foot binding cloth outside a woman's bound feet; M, however, was a dazzling and ever-changing aurora beyond the heavenly music. When he became a M, candle tears were like mud stains on his trousers on a rainy day; while S, after countless dreams and endless wanderings, could only glimpse a half-spot of vermilion marks after many investigations.

The weather today is as good as yesterday, and the boss is not home today, just like yesterday.

But whether happiness remains depends on one's own fate and destiny.

————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Note: Service: Japanese, meaning service, discount.

Bank Horror

Money, money, money! A man's lifeline… —————Dongren

Lust, lust, lust! A woman's supreme… —————Xisang

What… what about me? … —————Misa

Excerpt from "The Daily Life of an Adult Toy Shop"

As dusk fell and the sun set, the bustling streets were bathed in a golden-red afterglow of summer.

Wandering through the alleys, amidst the myriad of red, black, blue, and yellow shop signs, a sudden, dazzling golden light flashed, followed by a rapid receding halo, revealing the two brilliant characters "雀跃" (Quèyuè, meaning "jumping with joy").

To amplify the publicity, the people of Dong had several layers of cylindrical iron rings encased around the character "雀" to represent the various chickens. The neon lights gradually change color from pink, rose red, to crimson under different conditions to emphasize the magical effect of "growing from small to large."

On the night the neon lights were powered on, they attracted attention from various parties, including the Ministry of Transport, the Ministry of Health, the Ministry of Administration, and even wildlife conservation organizations. Within ten minutes, the World Antitrust Solidarity Union (WSO) sent a congratulatory telegram via fax, highly praising the company's courage to break with old sales concepts and innovate, and expressing its expectation that "Joyful" would make even greater contributions to the adult product sales industry in the future.

Five minutes later, the "World Association for the Protection of the Human Rights of Erectile Dysfunction Patients" called to congratulate them, stating: "Conquering erectile dysfunction is everyone's responsibility. Your store's opening has opened a new path on this thorny and difficult road. Your heart is deeply moving, and your actions are so inspiring that even ghosts and gods weep. May all those with ambition take this as a benchmark, a banner, and a rudder, striding forward boldly with heads held high, inspiring themselves to regain their erections with the determination and will to conquer the enemy.

" "Whew..." The woman waved a stack of faxes in her hand, her beautiful phoenix eyes gleaming with a triumphant look. "How about that? I told you this trick worked! Not only did it create a sensation immediately, but reading these faxes, the praise is overwhelming! It seems our store is just around the corner from sparrow to phoenix!" "Infected by Dongren's vivid and expressive delivery, Misa also chuckled absentmindedly for a while before finally tilting her head back and asking a small, coquettish question: 'Dongren, could you please move a little? I need to throw away that wastepaper basket you're standing on.' Dongren: 'Oh!'

Misa: 'That one too.'

Dongren: 'Hey!'

Misa: 'Ah! And that one too!'

Dongren's brain started boiling: 'No here, no there! Right now, apart from the spot you're standing in, the whole store is full of wastepaper baskets. Are you suggesting I hide my feet in my pockets or carry them on my shoulders!'" "Misha's eyes reddened, and the surging spring tide once again entered its flood season. Half a tear spilled down her pink cheek to her chin, which she dared not wipe away, but instead stuffed a small piece of her fingernail into her mouth and gnawed on it. Her timid and submissive appearance was even more like Xianglin's wife than Xianglin's wife herself. She must have played many wronged roles in the past to be able to grasp the essence of Qiong Yao dramas so quickly.

" Hiding or carrying it is too difficult. I don't mind using my hands and chest to solve your current predicament of four cardboard boxes. "The shopkeeper, Xisang, leaned against the door with a look of amusement, and his mouth was full of schadenfreude. Although the suave and handsome guy has recently become quite popular, his slanted lips still tempted people to kiss him hard with the two inches below their knuckles.

Dongren rested his chin on his hand and seriously considered for a long time before finally making a decision and slapping his thigh: "Deal! I'll let you hug me, but you have to give me the title of shopkeeper." Suddenly, all the lights went out, plunging the world into darkness. The suave, handsome young man, now the cripple's brother, stumbled and plopped down on the threshold, mouth agape, speechless for a long time.

Xi Sang finally managed to stand up again, leaning against the wall, staring incredulously at Dong Ren: "How do you still remember this? It's just a small...small shop manager." Dong Ren cleared his throat: "What do you mean by 'small...small shop manager'? That's the subversion of the exploitative and the exploited, the stark contrast between heaven and hell. To save your sinful capitalist soul, to ensure you ascend to heaven with a clear conscience after death, I willingly emulated the Buddha Tathagata's transformation of the Peacock Mother, defying the world's condemnation with my own strength, regarding others' scorn and spittle as dirt, risking my life to shield you from disaster. What a noble and transcendent spiritual realm that is! Even if the heavens don't shower down thousand-year-old snow lotuses and ten-thousand-year-old lingzhi mushrooms, at least some refrigerators and color TVs should fall, which could be resold in the Republic of Bohemia and perhaps make a fortune."

Ignoring Dongren's forceful and impassioned spittle-flecked speech, Xisang and Meisha exchanged a glance, simultaneously raising three fingers and letting out a soft shush: "Third time today... Money-obsessed syndrome..." The only thing that could stop Dongren's impending frenzy of money-making was... "Who's willing to go to the bank with me? I'll have him carry the suitcase of 50,000 yuan in cash..." "Me! Of course, me! You dare to compete with me?" Dongren glared menacingly at Meisha, his sharp gaze suggesting he'd burn all her women's clothing if she dared to speak. The latter, of course, could only continue to play the role of the wallflower among the three beauties.

Don't listen to money, don't look at money, don't speak of money.

The ancients had three wise admonitions; modern people have three ways to protect themselves. Truly, they each have their own strengths and weaknesses.

"Meisha, the shop's affairs are temporarily in your hands."

Poor Dongren, who had been invincible across the five continents and conquered the four oceans with his SM skills, was swindled out of a mere 100,000 yuan.

Who said people in love have the lowest IQ?

Money is the root of all evil.

It's around 10 pm, the stars are twinkling in the sky. If any bank is still open at this hour, either the manager is out of their mind, or there's a strong suspicion of collusion between insiders and outsiders, waiting to be robbed.

The crescent moon has just risen, a refreshing breeze is blowing, and the exceptionally bright moonlight tonight scatters golden light across the street. Xi Sang took a deep breath, the dampness of summer mixed with the sweet, grassy smell rushed into his mouth, circulated through his internal organs, and finally he exhaled with a full breath of stale air from his nose, instantly feeling much more refreshed.

A stroll under the moon is truly a romantic affair. If you're accompanied by a beautiful woman you're compatible with, whispering sweet nothings, holding hands is the bare minimum, and you might even steal a kiss or two from her half-heartedly shy resistance, thus making the most of this beautiful night.

"Alas..." Xisang glanced wistfully at the beauty beside him. The moonlight made her already flawless skin glow, and a soft blue shimmered like crystal in her clear eyes. A gentle breeze lifted a strand of bangs, playfully leaping onto her delicate nose. Her cheek tilted slightly, and an innocent smile spread from her half-closed lips.

So handsome and unrestrained, she was completely unaware that she was being imprinted in someone's deep, probing eyes.

The sun-kissed prince of the day rarely revealed another side of the moon-kissed boy. Equally handsome and alluring, yet much more docile and oblivious, she had forgotten the ironclad rule that a little rabbit cannot walk with a big bad wolf, and failed to notice that a wolf's paw had quietly crept up to her waist. "

Just a tiny bit more..." Lucky! Finally found a bank that was still open! Dongren excitedly hugged his suitcase and ran ahead.

Staring at his stiff, empty fingers, even the usually indifferent Xisang couldn't help but break out in a few black lines on his forehead, along with a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Hurry up, this bank might be closing down soon." Noticing the person behind him wasn't keeping up, Dongren had to slow down and turn back to urge him on.

"Huh? Oh." Xisang seemed to wake from a dream, and then quickened his pace to catch up.

Dongren smiled contentedly, took a few more steps forward, and then suddenly turned back a second time as if remembering something: "Also, next time before you try to take advantage of someone, you'd better hand over the shopkeeper's seal first so I can prepare myself, otherwise they're easily scared away." As he spoke, he winked mischievously, lightly touched two fingers to his lips, and quickly flicked them towards Xisang.

He thought he was a little white rabbit, but it turned out to be a weasel in sheep's clothing.

When two wolves meet, one is bound to be injured. This unexpected defeat finally made Xisang realize the strength and skill of his opponent.

If it were merely a fox with alluring eyes, it might perform a fleeting foxtrot, but it wouldn't pose much of a threat. However, a weasel, besides being cunning and intelligent, possesses sharp teeth and claws for a desperate counterattack, making even the big bad wolf worry about its future.

Blue ceiling, white lettering, tiled walls—from afar it looks like a toilet, but up close it looks like a shop. The

moment Dongren pushed open the door, he was dazzled by the mountain of hundred-yuan bills piled up before him. Compared to that, the suitcase he was clutching like a treasure seemed utterly insignificant, like the size difference between a child and a sumo wrestler.

"Moving? Promotional offer? Big giveaway?"

"Correct answer—robbery." A flat voice coldly rang out behind Dongren.

"Hehe!" Dongren laughed heartily, as if he had heard an incredibly funny joke. "Robbery, huh? How come I never thought of such a good idea?" Before the word "never" even finished, Dongren suddenly pressed the safety buckle of the briefcase with two fingers and flung it backward. The lid popped open, and red banknotes flew into the air.

Amidst the rain of money, Dongren slightly turned his heel and swiftly delivered a back kick with his left leg. The man, caught off guard, was momentarily stunned but immediately dodged. Dongren's foot just grazed past his groin, leaving a light gray shoe print on his black trouser leg.

"Not bad." The man's masked head only revealed a pair of sharp eyes. His black pupils were bright and clear, and the whites of his eyes were distinct, suggesting he was a young man around twenty years old.

"You're not bad either." Dongren smiled modestly, glancing around. The door connecting the inside and outside of the counter was open, and the bank teller had already been knocked unconscious.

"I don't want to kill anyone, so you'd better cooperate." The robber brandished his gun, indicating he meant it.

Dongren frowned slightly, feeling a headache coming on: "Luckily, I don't want to be killed either, but..." "But what?" "

But... I don't want to just sit here and wait to die!"

Dongren suddenly ducked and lunged forward, his right fist striking the robber's abdomen with the shortest and most effective straight line... Xisang never dreamed that the moment he stepped through the door, he would see a bullet whizzing from a gun. Then, Dongren's body swayed and slowly collapsed. In the last moment before his eyes closed, he seemed to see Xisang, his eyes filled with an unprecedented focus and affection, his lips moving as if telling a story, but Xisang could no longer hear a word.

"Dong... Dongren!..." A sharp pain in the back of his head caused Xisang to almost simultaneously kneel down. Before losing consciousness, the last thing etched into Xisang's memory was Dongren's beautiful, peaceful, pale face.

If we're going to die, we'll die together… Besides the two robbers, no one else was standing there. They stared blankly at the ground, never having seen or heard of anyone smiling so happily after being unexpectedly attacked.

"Humans are truly strange creatures,"

the two muttered to themselves in unison.

After exchanging a bewildered glance, they immediately turned away, the silence carrying an indescribable eeriness and mystery.

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Postscript:

Short: Why were the bank doors open when they robbed the money?

Mo (picking his teeth): If they were closed, would there be a first part?

Short: Then why didn't they run away immediately after robbing the money?

Mo (rolling his eyes): If they ran away, how would I write the second part?

Short: In other words… Mo (patting Short's shoulder reassuringly): Think positively, the world of novels holds infinite possibilities.

Short: ...If you can even string together a few words, you're the boss. The world of novels is truly...xx...

[The End]

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