[Urban] Infiltration V2.0 (Complete) - 13-15

Chapter 67

Xiao Hong was still savoring Hua Jianxiong's rare tenderness when his expression suddenly turned serious. He threw off the covers, got out of bed, took out his briefcase, and took out a large envelope. As he opened the envelope, he said to Xiao Hong, "The old man sent me to Changchun tomorrow. You must forward these things to the Chongqing headquarters immediately."

Xiao Hong looked curiously at the somewhat worn-out envelope and whispered, "Is it about He Xiaoyue, that female student from Jinling University? She's very mysterious; investigating her is like finding a needle in a haystack..."

Hua Jianxiong sneered, "What He Xiaoyue! Her real name is Kitajima Shizuka."

"Kitajima Shizuka?" Xiao Hong's eyes widened in surprise. "A Japanese?"

Hua Jianxiong nodded. "That's right, a Japanese spy, a dispatched agent of the Mei Agency."

Xiao Hong instinctively grabbed Hua Jianxiong's arm, her face full of doubt. "This is unbelievable! Isn't Professor Pei their ambassador for establishing diplomatic relations? Why would the Japanese want him dead?"

Hua Jianxiong snorted. Old Pei almost defected at the last minute, catching the Japanese off guard. They had to call on this young woman to kill him. They were afraid of giving themselves away, so they deliberately had us capture Kitajima Shizuka and force her to confess under torture that she was a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, claiming she was ordered to facilitate the establishment of diplomatic relations between Wang Jingwei and Manchuria, trying to pin the blame on Chongqing.

Sure enough, Kitajima Shizuka confessed to providing a list of Manchurian Military Intelligence Bureau personnel, and the old man urgently sent me to Changchun for this matter.

Xiao Hong, as if suddenly remembering something, looked up at Hua Jianxiong and said, "No wonder, I heard the editor-in-chief complaining at the newspaper office today, blaming us for being so out of touch. He said the Sakura Weekly will publish a special issue tomorrow, with the headline: 'The Truth About the Xinjing Assassin Case Revealed, Chongqing Special Envoys Kill Each Other.'"

I was puzzled at the time. Headquarters had given us a reply that there was no such person or matter, so how was it connected to Chongqing? It turned out to be a Japanese trick.

After saying this, she looked at Hua Jianxiong worriedly and asked, "What do we do?" Hua Jianxiong smiled slightly, patted the large envelope in his hand, and said, "This is our lifeline!" He carefully pulled out the contents of the envelope. Xiao Hong's eyes widened with curiosity.

Actually, Hua Jianxiong was also very curious, wanting to know what was inside. Although he was very confident in his judgment and hadn't opened the envelope on the spot, these things concerned the face of the Nationalist government and the effectiveness of his work; it was not something to be taken lightly.

The envelope had an address in Fengtian, presumably the address of Kitajima Shizuka's parents. There weren't many things inside: a small, exquisite brocade box, barely bigger than a thumb, a neatly folded Japanese woman's kimono sash, and several photos of varying sizes.

They picked up the top photo first. The photo was slightly yellowed, showing a Japanese woman in a kimono lovingly cradling an infant in her arms. Turning it over, several words in pen caught the eye: "Photo taken on Shizuko's birthday, May 21st, Taisho 10 (1921)."

The next photo was a group picture of a dozen girls in junior high school uniforms. The inscription on the back read: "Junior High School Graduation Commemoration, for classmate He Xiaoyue. Winter of 1936 (1936)."

Hua Jianxiong spotted Kitajima Shizuka's still-childish face almost immediately among the group of blossoming girls. He mentally calculated that it was around the time Kitajima Shizuka was recruited by the Japanese intelligence agency. It was probably after this photo was taken that she went to Tokyo for training and then joined the Mei Agency in Changchun

. The next photo showed a young Japanese woman in a gorgeous kimono, smiling gently and elegantly at the camera. Hua Jianxiong paused, then finally recognized her – this dignified, elegant young woman with a youthful and radiant face was none other than Kitajima Shizuka.

Turning the photo over, he saw the following text: "Shizuka's Coming-of-Age Ceremony Photo." The date was: January, the eighth year of the Kangde reign.

Hua Jianxiong was secretly astonished: calculating the time, it was actually the beginning of this year. The background of the photo was typical of Manchukuo.

In this time of war, how could this woman have the leisure to specially travel to the Northeast for her coming-of-age ceremony! Upon closer thought, he immediately understood; she must have gone to her parents' place in Fengtian.

He picked up the small... The box was made of transparent glass; without opening it, one could see a tuft of soft, fine hair, bound with a red brocade thread, lying quietly on the brocade lining. It was clearly a tuft of a baby's lanugo.

Seeing this pure, soft hair, Hua Jianxiong's mind flashed rapidly to the image of Bei Daojing, naked and limbs outstretched, suspended on a heavy rack; the soft pubic and armpit hair curling and burning under the high temperature of the red-hot iron; and finally, the smoking branding rod inserted into the charred flesh…

He swallowed hard and opened the pink silk belt.

Xiao Hong, with sharp eyes, immediately pointed to the coming-of-age photo and said, "Jianxiong, look, isn't this the same belt?" Hua Jianxiong looked at the sash in his hand, then at the photograph. It was indeed the sash that Kitajima Shizuka had worn during her coming-of-age ceremony in her kimono.

Examining the sash closely, he noticed a line of delicate hand-embroidered characters at one end: Kitajima Shizuka. He suddenly felt a pang of disorientation, as if he were holding not a beautiful, clean kimono sash, but a pair of bloodstained, dirty stockings…

Hua Jianxiong quickly snapped out of his daze, pulled Xiao Hong into bed, and whispered, “Now, I’ll tell you the whole story. You must remember it clearly, and report it back to headquarters immediately, along with these documents.”

Xiao Hong wrapped her arms tightly around Hua Jianxiong’s broad back, buried her head in his chest, and looked up at him like a little bird, saying, “Tell me, I’ll take care of it.” Hua

Jianxiong recounted his story for a full hour, and Xiao Hong listened quietly the entire time. She didn't ask Hua Jianxiong how he obtained such detailed intelligence. But from the soft baby hair and the ornate kimono sash, she seemed to smell a faint scent of blood. She couldn't imagine what kind of torment and suffering this beautiful woman, who had just come of age, had endured to finally reveal everything about herself, including the physical evidence.

"Don't worry, I'll organize this intelligence and send it back to headquarters immediately." After listening to Hua Jianxiong's narration, Xiao Hong stretched out her fair, lotus-root-like arm from under the covers, put the things back in the envelope, placed it on the corner of the bed, and wrapped her arms around Hua Jianxiong, pressing her face against his chest as she murmured.

Hua Jianxiong seemed not to hear what she was saying, and thoughtfully muttered to himself, "Going to Changchun on such a trivial business at this time is really boring!"

Xiao Hong looked at his face with concern and said, "Isn't it this He Xiaoyue... no... Kitajima Shizuka who revealed the list of Manchurian Military Intelligence Bureau personnel?" "Will you be in any danger on this trip?"

Hua Jianxiong smiled and patted her face, saying, "I personally interrogated them, so I know what I'm doing. I've looked closely, and there's nothing substantial. Most likely, they're just peripheral personnel of the Military Intelligence Bureau controlled by the Japanese; there aren't any important, substantial leads. The old man even said he'd follow the trail to find clues about the Military Intelligence Bureau's infiltrators in the Beijing-Shanghai area, but I think he's wasting his time."

Xiao Hong laughed sweetly, "Is it that big traitor Zhou Fohai?"

Hua Jianxiong grabbed her full, soft breasts and squeezed them hard, saying, "You laugh so easily, but following the trail is about to lead us here... hehe."

As he said this, Hua Jianxiong's other hand reached between Xiao Hong's thighs without warning, caressing the raised cleft.

Xiao Hong giggled and pressed her body against Hua Jianxiong, suppressing the moan rising in her throat, and asked breathlessly, "Should the Military Intelligence Bureau in Changchun report to Chongqing to warn them?" Hua

Jianxiong pulled back the thin blanket covering him, admiring Xiao Hong's alluring body still clad in garter belts and flesh-colored stockings. He shook his head and said, "The mission to capture the Changchun Military Intelligence Bureau was a direct order from the old man. If even a whisper of this gets out, I can forget about staying at the 76th."

Just as Xiao Hong was about to speak, she suddenly felt Hua Jianxiong's hard member pressing against her thighs, which were clad in stockings.

As Hua Jianxiong thrust deeper, he said flirtatiously, "Don't worry about others. Tell your people to stop all unnecessary activities these next few days and stay home obediently. Don't let them trace you back to your hideout..." Before he finished speaking, he had already flipped her over and pinned her down, his large penis thrusting into her without warning.

Xiao Hong cried out in pleasure, responding with a soft, panting voice, "Ah... Master, have mercy... This humble woman knows her sins..." Then, the two were once again immersed in boundless pleasure.

Chapter 068

While Hua Jianxiong was lost in Xiao Hong's tender embrace, a weary Liu Mei had just returned to the Xianghe Apartment.

After bathing, Liu Mei, wearing only black silk panties and a bra, lay limply on the soft bed. Liu Mei covered herself with the clean silk quilt; the comfortable feeling of her soft skin against the smooth fabric made her feel much more relaxed.

The feeling of her bra tightly binding her full breasts was unique. Although most women would remove their bras before sleeping, Liu Mei was used to wearing one, which made her feel a little wary. The entire day had been spent in inner turmoil.

Zhou Xueping's arrest had caught Liu Mei completely off guard. She was extremely anxious. Before Zhou Liping could be rescued, Huang Keji, the traitor, had emerged. Seven or eight comrades had already been arrested and imprisoned because of his defection. Lao Duan's suicide was even more heartbreaking for Liu Mei.

Just thinking about the moment Lao Duan slammed his head against the wall to avoid being exposed made Liu Mei's heart ache so much she could hardly breathe, and she regretted listening to Hua Jianxiong and going to the interrogation room.

Lao Duan's arrest had already caused her immense distress. Contact with the organization was severed. She had hoped Zhou Xueping would re-establish contact, but Zhou Xueping herself had fallen into the clutches of No. 76.

After work, Liu Mei didn't go home; instead, she inspected all the interrogation rooms at No. 76. To her slight relief, she didn't see any gruesome scenes of Zhou Xueping being tortured. But she knew very well that it was only a matter of time before Zhou Xueping was taken to an interrogation room.

In one of the interrogation rooms, Liu Mei unexpectedly encountered Li Ziwu. He was torturing two young female students who had been arrested that day with several thugs, while the traitor Huang Keji was beside him, acting as a shameless accomplice.

Both female students had been stripped naked. One was hung upside down, her legs spread wide, and Li Ziwu was personally whipping her naked body with a leather whip, his shirt bare.

Her genitals and snow-white thighs were covered in blood and white semen, clearly indicating that her virginity had been brutally taken. Her pitiful groans echoed in the interrogation room as she was whipped. Another female student, naked, was pinned to the ground, dazed and violated by two agents.

Liu Mei glanced at them and left, but unexpectedly, Li Ziwu chased after her, whip in hand. He invited her to the interrogation with a fake smile, even smugly rubbing the blood-stained whip on his trousers. Liu Mei

could clearly see the deep resentment in his cunning eyes.

Liu Mei knew that Zhou Xueping had been arrested by Li Ziwu. He had previously gone to Dingmo Village to claim credit for Zhou Xueping's case and had been reprimanded by Hua Jianxiong. Now Zhou Xueping was captured, but Hua Jianxiong held her tightly.

He had clearly been venting his anger on the two female students arrested in the same case. Seeing her, he naturally wanted to show off.

Liu Mei glared at Li Ziwu, turned, and left. Passing by the special prison where Zhou Liping was being held, she encountered the beaming Wu Sibao.

Upon seeing her, Wu Sibao bowed respectfully and greeted her. Liu Mei knew that Wu Sibao, despite his burly appearance, was actually a cunning and ruthless old fox, so she carefully dealt with him.

Liu Mei was a little puzzled as to what Wu Sibao was doing here at this time. Just as she was about to ask, Wu Sibao impatiently pointed to the small dark window next to him and said mysteriously, "The chief entrusted this to me before he left with the Communist criminal we just arrested today." Liu Mei's heart skipped a beat; so Zhou Xueping was also being held here. She decided to go and see for herself, and stepped into the building, Wu Sibao following closely behind.

Liu Mei strode into the corridor, seemingly casually asking, "What are you doing here?

" Wu Sibao replied boastfully, "The director ordered me to detain her here to reflect on her actions. She's been detained for almost a whole day, so I came to try and persuade her. But she's completely unresponsive, the kind of person who won't listen to reason." As he spoke, he reached the door of Zhou Xueping's cell.

Liu Mei peered through the narrow iron window and was startled.

In the dim light, a slender woman in a sleeveless cheongsam hung in the center of the cell. Her head was lowered, her long, black hair cascading down to cover her face. Her two pale arms were suspended high, the wrists gleaming with gleaming steel handcuffs, their metallic sheen particularly glaring under the light. Her feet, clad in high heels, were straining to rise, her toes barely touching the ground. Her curvaceous body was taut and taut. Her proud breasts and pert buttocks were accentuated by the thin cheongsam, making them particularly striking.

Liu Mei suppressed her anger and asked coldly, "Wasn't she supposed to reflect on her actions? Why…?" Wu Sibao smiled slyly, "The section chief ordered it. If she's not obedient, we won't be polite. Put her in restraints first, to deflate her arrogance!" Liu Mei wanted to order Wu Sibao to put Zhou Xueping down. But remembering Hua Jianxiong's suspicion caused by canceling Zhou Liping's execution, she opened her mouth but had to give up.

Liu Mei hardened her heart and turned to walk outside. She knew very well how dangerous and tragic tomorrow's interrogation would be for Zhou Xueping. When she reached the outside, she suddenly realized that Zhou Xueping's cell was right below Zhou Liping's cell. Whether it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement, she subconsciously looked up at Zhou Liping's cell window, a sharp pain piercing her heart.

Liu Mei left the special prison building, ignoring Wu Sibao, and returned to Hua Jianxiong's office, her head spinning.

She sat there alone, racking her brains, trying to figure out how to rescue the Zhou Xueping sisters. But even as the lights of countless homes came on outside, she couldn't come up with a foolproof plan. She had no choice but to leave No. 76 dejectedly.

Chapter 69:

Liu Mei lay in bed, her mind in turmoil, involuntarily recalling the several times Hua Jianxiong had tested her. Although she had handled each situation appropriately, leaving no room for Hua Jianxiong's suspicion, she knew danger was not far away.

Thinking of Hua Jianxiong, Liu Mei felt a complex mix of emotions. Hua Jianxiong was a very special man; Liu Mei could always unconsciously feel his unique charm, which led her from initially playing along to eventually falling deeply in love.

She knew that, given her position, this was extremely dangerous. Hua Jianxiong was a devilish figure in No. 76, a traitor hated by the Chinese people. Many times, Liu Mei could vaguely sense Hua Jianxiong's pain and frustration about his identity. Liu Mei felt she could never truly understand him; perhaps this was Hua Jianxiong's eternal enigma.

Hua Jianxiong harbored extreme hatred for communists. This was vividly demonstrated in his ruthless and decisive actions in arresting, interrogating, and even executing communists. Liu Mei knew that once her identity was truly exposed, Hua Jianxiong would mercilessly condemn her to hell.

She had previously tested Hua Jianxiong under the guise of intimacy. His cold response chilled her to the bone, but for some reason, it also fueled her even stronger lust. She enjoyed being tortured by Hua Jianxiong; the pleasure that arose simultaneously with pain was irresistible. She even somewhat longed to fall into Hua Jianxiong's hands and be truly tortured by him.

Thinking about all this, Liu Mei felt her body burning up and her head spinning. She pulled the blanket off herself, feeling a little more comfortable. Closing her eyes, images flashed through her mind: Zhou Xueping hanging in the cell, then the cold-faced Hua Jianxiong, interspersed with the two female students she'd seen that afternoon in the interrogation room, stripped naked and cruelly tortured by Li Ziwu. Gradually, Liu Mei's mind began to go numb, and her consciousness grew increasingly hazy…

"Thump… thump…" Suddenly, a violent banging on the door followed by the loud crash of something heavy breaking it open. This sudden change made Liu Mei abruptly sit up from the soft bed.

Before she could adjust to the surrounding darkness, all the lights in the room suddenly switched on, the blinding light forcing Liu Mei to squint, her eyes filled with confusion.

She only had time to see several figures rushing towards her before she was grabbed by the hair, dragged off the bed, and forced to kneel on the floor. Liu Mei struggled desperately, screaming, "Who are you? What do you want?" No one paid her any attention. Four strong arms twisted her arms behind her back, and with a "snap," her wrists were handcuffed together. The handcuffs were so tight, she felt like her bones were about to break.

The excruciating pain in her wrists made Liu Mei groan involuntarily. But that wasn't all. Someone produced a pair of twenty-pound death row shackles and fastened the heavy, cold shackles to Liu Mei's ankles, locking them with a large, fist-sized iron lock.

Liu Mei's heart ached, and all the ominous premonitions that had been swirling in her mind suddenly rushed back. Someone stood behind her, grabbed her handcuffed arms, and yanked them upwards.

The intense pain forced Liu Mei's upper body forward, her face almost touching the ground. She struggled to turn her head to see who these people were, but could only see several feet clad in heavy leather boots.

"You filthy bitch, lift your head!" A familiar voice assaulted Liu Mei's eardrums. A large, iron-like hand grabbed her hair and yanked it upwards. Her scalp and shoulder joints ached as if pricked by needles. An irresistible force forced her face upwards, and what she saw was the smug, fat face of Wu Sibao, who was usually so subservient to her.

Liu Mei's heart sank. She fully understood her predicament. But she couldn't understand how such a drastic change had suddenly occurred. How had Number 76 discovered her identity?

Wu Sibao smirked, enjoying Liu Mei's astonished expression. He said in a teasing tone, "Secretary Liu, hehe... I never expected you to be Feng!" Liu Mei's heart tightened. Suppressing her panic, she shouted, "Wu Sibao, what are you doing? Let me go! Jianxiong won't let you get away with this!" Wu Sibao snorted and laughed loudly, "Feng, stop pretending. Zhou Liping has confessed everything. Otherwise, who would have thought that our renowned cold beauty, Secretary Liu, from the Special Agent Headquarters, is actually a Communist spy!" He then laughed smugly. "It's all fate! Secretary Liu, you personally protected Zhou Liping. I noticed you looked uneasy when you went to the Special Investigation Bureau tonight. Old Wu had a sudden inspiration and interrogated her closely. That bitch actually betrayed our Secretary Liu! Ah…it's like a pie falling from the sky, an unexpected surprise!" Liu Mei felt as if her heart had been ripped out. Ever since revealing her identity to Zhou Liping, she had felt uneasy. She never expected that Zhou Liping, who had endured torture at Liu Dazhuang's hands without betraying her, would actually betray her.

Liu Mei gasped for breath, clinging to her last shred of hope, and shouted, "Wu Sibao, you dare to use torture to force a prisoner to frame an innocent person? The Director will uncover the truth!" Wu Sibao chuckled coldly, "I'm also afraid of wrongly accusing an innocent person. How can you just touch Secretary Liu? Without the Director's explicit instruction, do you think I, Old Wu, would dare to lay a finger on Secretary Liu?" With that, Wu Sibao stepped aside, and Hua Jianxiong's all-too-familiar face appeared before Liu Mei. "Jianxiong…" Liu Mei suddenly felt all her strength drain away. A familiar heat burned within her.

Hua Jianxiong stared coldly at Liu Mei's face. Liu Mei murmured helplessly, "Jianxiong, you…you didn't…go…" "Hmph, so you set your sights on Zhou Xueping…" Hua Jianxiong said, slowly crouching down, his wolf-like eyes fixed intently on her.

"No...no...Jianxiong, listen to me..." Liu Mei suddenly noticed that Hua Jianxiong's gaze was lingering over her body, which was only covered by a black bra and silk panties. Her face instantly burned.

She looked at Hua Jianxiong with pleading eyes and begged, "Jianxiong, tell them to leave and let me...put on some clothes." Hua Jianxiong remained unmoved and expressionless, looking at Liu Mei with indifferent eyes. Then, a heavy slap landed on Liu Mei's flushed face.

"Slap..." Stars flashed before Liu Mei's eyes, her mouth was filled with a metallic taste, and blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

"You slut!" Hua Jianxiong cursed through gritted teeth. "So it really was you!"

Hua Jianxiong's gritted teeth made Liu Mei tremble with heartache, but she still firmly shook her head.

Hua Jianxiong abruptly stood up, his vicious voice bringing Liu Mei a thrill mixed with fear: "Take her back and interrogate her tonight." Hua Jianxiong's voice seemed distant and indistinct, but Liu Mei still heard the rest of his words: "As long as she doesn't die, you can use any means necessary to pry her mouth open."

Chapter 70

Liu Mei, barefoot and dragging heavy shackles, her hands cuffed behind her back, was led into the familiar interrogation room reserved for Hua Jianxiong. The left strap of her bra had slipped down to her arm, exposing most of her snow-white, rounded breasts and even her tender red nipples. Her black silk panties were also pulled askew.

On the way back, Wu Sibao had been blatantly molesting her. Liu Mei sat half-naked in the middle of the back seat, sandwiched between Wu Sibao and another burly agent. As soon as the car started moving, Wu Sibao's hairy hands climbed onto her soft, white belly, then groped downwards, finally reaching her tightly clenched thighs.

He kneaded, poked, and rubbed, busy as a bee. The other agent wasn't idle either, gripping her full breasts tightly. Liu Mei struggled and cursed angrily, but to no avail.

Hua Jianxiong disappeared without a trace. But from that moment on, the slowly rising desire and heat vanished without a trace, replaced by boundless shame and pain.

Wu Sibao's blatant lewdness was unbearable, but his teasing during her resistance was even more heartbreaking: "Secretary Liu, do you know how many people in No. 76 want to fuck you? With that icy little face of yours, I'd like to see what you'll look like when a bunch of men take turns shooting you with their guns? We've always wondered how slutty and wanton Secretary Liu will be when men fuck her!" As he said this, Wu Sibao lewdly inserted his rough, hard fingers into Liu Mei's warm lower body. After fiddling with them for a while, he withdrew his hand and actually brought his wet fingers to his nose, sniffing them strangely, looking completely intoxicated.

As soon as Liu Mei stepped into the interrogation room, two burly thugs pressed her down onto the table without a word. One thug held her shoulders, rendering her immobile, and then her sexy black stockings were slowly peeled off from behind. Liu Mei gritted her teeth, desperately trying to suppress her sobs. She knew the lewd rape had begun.As Wu Sibao, panting heavily, entered her from behind, tears welled up in her eyes and dripped onto the table. Her lower body was being forcefully penetrated by his thick, hard penis, burning with pain. The violent thrusts repeatedly pressed her almost naked body against the hard table, making her feel as if her bones were about to shatter. The thugs surrounding her weren't to be outdone, their large hands groping and pinching her bare back, buttocks, thighs, and even feet. In a daze, she saw more people coming in—Liu Dazhuang, Li Ziwu…

Liu Mei gasped in pain as the massive penis relentlessly thrust into her. Inadvertently, her eyes caught sight of the large leather chair Hua Jianxiong often sat in behind the table. In a daze, she seemed to see Hua Jianxiong sitting there, leisurely smoking. His expression was exactly the same as when he directed his men to torture female prisoners.

Liu Mei closed her tear-filled eyes, silently calling Hua Jianxiong's name. Everything stopped hurting; the world became unreal. Liu Mei was shocked to see herself being raped by Wu Sibao. Even the image of his thick penis rapidly thrusting in and out of her tender vagina appeared inexplicably in her mind. Suddenly, a heat surged beneath her groin, and Wu Sibao trembled as he ejaculated profusely.

Before she could even catch her breath, two hard, large hands dragged her up and forced her to kneel on the cold ground. This time, the burly Liu Dazhuang stood before her. He grinned, pinched Liu Mei's face, spread her legs, and forcefully shoved a large, ugly, and foul-smelling penis into her forcibly opened mouth...

The brutal gang rape continued for an unknown amount of time. Wave after wave, round after round. The men in the room were jubilant, using all sorts of unbelievable and lewd methods to abuse the naked Liu Mei. Liu

Mei lost consciousness time and time again amidst the brutal gang rape and excruciating humiliation, only to be roused again by even more brutal and humiliating acts.

After an unknown amount of time, the storm of gang rape finally ended, and everything returned to calm.

Liu Mei found herself lying limply on the cold floor, her body sticky and wet beneath her. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, her wrists aching as if they were about to break.

The throbbing pain in her vagina, the torn anus, and the bruised breasts caused her unbearable agony. Even more horrifying, her plump thighs, fair belly, and pale face were smeared with sticky semen, and even her mouth was filled with the foul-smelling semen left by men.

Wu Sibao gave her no chance to catch her breath. The gang rape, which they called an "appetizer," had just ended when the cruel torture began.

Merciless whips left grotesque welts on her delicate, naked body, and the torture bench made her slender leg bones creak horribly. Her beautiful toes were pierced by cold iron spikes, bleeding profusely, and the red-hot branding iron hissed and squeaked, leaving terrifying marks of exposed flesh and oozing pus on her tender breasts and plump, white thighs... The unspeakable eighteen kinds of cruel torture used by the No. 76 prison against female prisoners were used one after another on Liu Mei's delicate body.

Despite screaming, struggling, and repeatedly fainting only to be revived by cold water, Liu Mei was strangely unable to feel any pain. She wondered if her nerves had become completely numb, or even dead.

She found herself like an outsider, watching from afar as the burly thugs bustled about, relentlessly torturing her to the point of near death. There was no physical pain, but she felt like a fully inflated balloon, floating in the air.

Just when she was certain that she was truly dead, and that what floated in the air was merely her departed soul, Hua Jianxiong's familiar figure suddenly appeared in the bloody interrogation room. As if her soul had instantly returned to her body, Liu Mei's ethereal feeling vanished instantly.

In that instant, the intense pain and humiliation caused by the torture erupted. Liu Mei groaned in agony. Strangely, at the same moment, a strong desire also sprouted within her, rapidly spreading to every part of her sensitive body.

In her excitement, Liu Mei was shocked to see Hua Jianxiong slowly approaching her, a gleaming dagger in hand, a strange, enigmatic smile on his face.

Suddenly, Liu Mei realized she was naked, bound to a heavy rack in a spread-eagle position. She struggled with all her might, but the rack remained unmoved. An overwhelming fear gripped her fragile heart, and her naked body trembled uncontrollably.

Hua Jianxiong's familiar face, with its eerie smile, pressed closer.

Liu Mei desperately cried out, "Jianxiong… Jianxiong… it's me…" But only her lips moved; no sound came out. Liu Mei was sweating profusely, at a loss for what to do.

Suddenly, Hua Jianxiong's face, so close to hers, became blurry. Liu Mei felt a sharp pain in her chest and looked down, discovering that Hua Jianxiong was clutching her scarred, full breasts in his hand. The gleaming dagger in his hand slowly pierced the tender flesh below her breast, working its way upwards.

A sharp pain shot through her chest as Liu Mei watched the delicate skin beneath her breast being sliced open, peeling back bit by bit. Bright red blood, like a worm, lazily crawled along the blade, gradually staining Hua Jianxiong's large hand holding the knife.

An indescribable, electric-like pain surged through her chest, and Liu Mei felt a surge of heat in her lower body, a wave of pleasure rapidly filling her entire being.

"Jianxiong..." Overwhelmed by unbearable despair and ecstatic pleasure, Liu Mei screamed in disbelief. She tried desperately to see the expression on Hua Jianxiong's face, but his face became increasingly blurry. All she could see was his large, hairy hand still tightly gripping the blade, cutting forcefully with each stroke.

Liu Mei watched as her tender, white left breast was ripped from her body, bloodied and tossed to the ground by Hua Jianxiong. She rolled around a few times, seemingly unwilling to accept defeat, until she became a bloody, mangled mess of flesh. Hua Jianxiong's sharp

blade sliced through her scorched right breast as easily as cutting butter. Watching her bloodied breast being slowly cut open by the dripping blood, Liu Mei felt her uterus contract violently again and again, waves of boundless pleasure washing over her body, making her numb to all pain.

Liu Mei groaned with a mixture of pleasure and agony. Hua Jianxiong held her hair tightly, forcing her face downwards, her eyes wide as she stared at her naked body.

She clearly saw two large, still-flowing, bloody holes in her chest. Her once fair and flat abdomen was now stained red with blood from her breasts, yet it still writhed and throbbed. The blood-dripping blade slowly approached her crotch, and without hesitation, plunged it into her already soaking wet vulva.

Liu Mei screamed desperately, her taut vagina and entire body convulsing uncontrollably. The unprecedented pleasure made her cry out in agony. But that intense sensation lasted less than a second.

"Hahaha…" A sinister laugh sent a chill down Liu Mei's spine. She looked up, horrified to find that the person standing before her, grinning maliciously, was not Hua Jianxiong, but Li Ziwu. He held the blood-stained knife, plunging it into her lower body and twisting it back and forth.

Liu Mei's heart skipped a beat; all the pleasure vanished instantly.

Humiliation, fear, unbearable pain—Liu Mei felt as if she had fallen into the deepest hell. Suddenly, she couldn't see anything. She desperately opened her mouth but couldn't utter a sound. Liu Mei felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest, suffocating her. She struggled frantically.

"Ah…" Finally, Liu Mei heard her own desperate scream. Her eyes snapped open, only to find herself lying on her soft bed at home, the bedside lamp casting a soft, orange glow.

Liu Mei remained motionless for a while, panting, able to clearly hear her own heartbeat. After a long pause, she finally realized that everything that had just happened was merely a terrible nightmare.

Liu Mei shifted slightly; the sheets beneath her were cold. Reaching down, she found a large patch of them damp. Instinctively, she reached between her legs, finding them slippery and wet. Liu Mei's face immediately flushed crimson; she realized she had reached a satisfying climax in her dream.

Suddenly, she felt utterly exhausted, her heart pounding with panic. She remembered everything in the dream vividly. The pleasure Hua Jianxiong had felt while torturing her, and the shame and fear she felt when Li Ziwu appeared, made Liu Mei's breathing quicken again without her realizing it.

Liu Mei lay lazily for a while, making up her mind several times before finally getting up and getting out of bed. With a mix of doubt and fear, she looked around at everything in the all-too-familiar room. It took her a while to calm down, then she rolled out of bed, her bare white feet slowly making her way into the bathroom.

(End of Part One)

Chapter

71:

Wu Sibao was in an exceptionally good mood today. After seeing Hua Jianxiong and his group off at the airport in the morning, he returned to No. 76.

From yesterday to today, he had been planning how to handle the cushy task Hua Jianxiong had entrusted to him before leaving. Zhou Xueping's dignified and beautiful face, and her alluring figure accentuated by her cheongsam, flashed through his mind repeatedly. Hua Jianxiong had entrusted him with the interrogation of such an important and beautiful woman, which filled Wu Sibao with uncontrollable elation.

However, based on his experience, he knew that a Communist Party member of Zhou Xueping's status would be a tough nut to crack. But Wu Sibao wasn't intimidated. On the contrary, he didn't want Zhou Xueping to be a pushover. If that were the case, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to take advantage of her body, which kept him up at night.

Besides, he was full of confidence in his methods. What he liked best when dealing with beautiful women like this was to slowly break down their resistance, both physically and mentally. In this way, he could ultimately get both physical satisfaction and the valuable information he needed.

Wu Sibao sat confidently in Hua Jianxiong's interrogation room, feeling like a king ruling the world. This was the first time in many years that he had used this interrogation room alone.

Now, that beautiful woman with a delicate and precious body was just a blade of grass in his hand. He could manipulate her at will, including all those organs on her body that women found difficult to talk about but men found irresistible.

In the end, he would extract what he needed from her, adding a dazzling stroke to his brilliant record of interrogation. What about Li Ziwu and Liu Dazhuang? Let those good-for-nothings be envious.

He repeatedly recalled the events at the airport that day. Before boarding the plane, Hua Jianxiong repeatedly instructed him to use "any means" to break through Zhou Xueping and eliminate the remaining Communist Party members in Shanghai, especially to uncover the mole "Feng" hiding in No. 76.He knew all too well what the phrase "any means" meant. It filled him with elation; this was the absolute authority Hua Jianxiong had left him.

But what truly delighted Wu Sibao today was something else entirely. In front of him, Hua Jianxiong instructed Liu Mei, who had come to see him off, "Sibao, you are fully responsible for interrogating Zhou Xueping. Use my interrogation room. You must cooperate fully." Hearing this, Wu Sibao could hardly believe his ears. Liu Mei had always been Hua Jianxiong's double when he wasn't around. Now, she was being placed below him. Even Deputy Director Li Ziwu hadn't received such treatment.

Wu Sibao immediately sensed something strange in Hua Jianxiong's gaze towards Liu Mei, while Liu Mei remained cold and indifferent.

Sure enough, Hua Jianxiong found an opportunity to give him a private instruction, entrusting him with a top-secret mission. This convinced him that he was Hua Jianxiong's most trusted confidant. His chance to achieve unparalleled merit had arrived.

Wu Sibao propped his feet up on the large table in front of him, a pose he remembered Hua Jianxiong often used when interrogating prisoners. The feeling of being in control filled Wu Sibao with immense excitement. This kind of feeling wasn't something he could experience casually. But now, sitting in this large leather chair, he could control everything here, especially the fate of a beautiful woman at will.

Thinking of this, a sinister smile appeared on Wu Sibao's face. He confidently surveyed his surroundings and instructed his trusted confidant, Li Degui, who stood respectfully to one side, "Let's begin inside." Li Degui immediately responded with a fawning smile, "Yes, brother." He then rushed excitedly into the interrogation room.

After a few rough shouts, accompanied by the clanking of chains, a woman's painful groans suddenly rang out. The pitiful groans traveled through the door to Wu Sibao's ears, each sound ringing in his ears. This was the sound he loved to hear most.

He leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette like Hua Jianxiong, exhaled a puff of smoke, and squinted at Li Degui, who had rushed out, instructing, "Go and bring that woman out! Remember, be polite!" The woman's groans in the interrogation room rose and fell, occasionally turning into sharp screams and indistinct sobs. Wu Sibao faintly smelled a burnt odor. He could imagine the miserable state of the young woman inside. Everything was proceeding according to his plan.

He wanted to give Zhou Xueping a hard time during her first interrogation. So he sent Li Degui to select a female accomplice and bring her to the interrogation room beforehand.

This woman was young and quite beautiful. She was one of the two female students Li Ziwu had arrested based on clues provided by Huang Keji. It was said that they had been tortured by Li Ziwu for most of the night, but hadn't confessed anything.

When the female student was dragged in naked by his men, her legs were so weak she could barely lift them, and she even glared at him with hatred. Wu Sibao ignored her and returned her a hot, lewd look.

He only glanced at her and knew what was going on. The young woman's naked body was covered in purplish-red bloodstains and charred marks. Her small, firm breasts were clearly bruised, with even traces of blood remaining. What was particularly striking was that her right breast, swollen and bruised, was a whole size larger than her left. What

bothered Wu Sibao the most were the dried red and white stains on the inside of her snow-white thighs. Judging from her youthful face and the bloodstains on her thighs, this woman had been gang-raped, and she should have been a virgin when she was brought to No. 76.

"Ah..." The woman's agonizing scream jolted Wu Sibao awake, and he suddenly felt an unbearable throbbing in his lower body. "Damn it..." he cursed himself for being so easily aroused. He hadn't even found the right target yet, but he was already feeling the urge; he simply couldn't restrain himself.

Frustrated, Wu Sibao pulled a pistol from his waist and listlessly fiddled with it. Loading, unloading, loading again. Unloading again. The pistol emitted a crisp "click-click" sound, echoing through the empty walls.

Suddenly, he faintly heard a rhythmic "click-click" sound approaching from afar, and his heart skipped a beat. He recognized it—it was the pleasant sound of a woman's high heels striking the ground.

"This woman is something else. She was hanging there like a wreck yesterday, and today she's still so energetic! Even the sound of her walking is fucking wonderful!" Thinking back to the intoxicating scene of personally hanging Zhou Xueping yesterday, Wu Sibao seemed to smell the unique fragrance of a mature woman, and his heart couldn't help but flutter with longing. Just as he was lost in thought, the door opened with a "creak," and Zhou Xueping's beautiful and elegant figure appeared before the open door of the interrogation room.

Chapter 072

Wu Sibao's sinister gaze fixed on Zhou Xueping as she calmly and proudly walked into the interrogation room. The agents following behind her hurriedly shoved her back, pushing her to the table.

Zhou Xueping's handcuffed hands were placed in front of her lower abdomen, her full breasts rising and falling slightly. She gently tossed the hair that fell across her cheeks, slightly raised her chin, and her intelligent eyes calmly met Wu Sibao's wolfish stare. The disdain and composure revealed in her deep gaze made him feel somewhat frustrated.

Wu Sibao subconsciously put his large feet down from the table. He tried to compose himself and squinted to carefully examine the dignified and elegant female Communist before him.

Although Wu Sibao had had close contact with Zhou Xueping after her arrest, this was the first time they had met face-to-face like this. He could almost feel the woman's calm and even breathing.

While Zhou Xueping's appearance wasn't exactly breathtakingly beautiful, she was still a stunning beauty. In particular, her dignified and elegant demeanor, composed expression, and the subtle, ethereal fragrance that wafted from her made Wu Sibao feel breathless.

Wu Sibao's throat tightened, and he swallowed hard. The woman standing calmly and upright before him moved him deeply. He knew that Zhou Xueping had been suspended on tiptoe all night, only being lowered this morning. She probably hadn't slept a wink all night. Yet, her face showed no fear, not even a hint of fatigue.

He couldn't understand whether this alluring woman's body was made of flesh and blood. Thinking this, his wolf-like eyes greedily scanned Zhou Xueping's body.

The light blue sleeveless cheongsam outlined Zhou Xueping's mature, curvaceous figure. Her proud breasts would make any man's mind wander.

He couldn't help but imagine the soft, white flesh beneath Zhou Xueping's cheongsam. Especially Zhou Xueping's straight thighs, accentuated by her flesh-colored stockings, and her round buttocks tightly wrapped in a thin cheongsam, stirred in Wu Sibao an urge to pounce and caress her.

Just as Wu Sibao was lost in these fantasies, a series of piercing screams erupted from the inner interrogation room. Wu Sibao quickly withdrew his greedy gaze from Zhou Xueping's body and instinctively looked into her eyes.

Zhou Xueping had clearly heard the heart-wrenching screams and instinctively bit her cherry lips. But to Wu Sibao

's great disappointment, he saw not a trace of panic or fear in her eyes. The screams from the inner room grew increasingly intense, finally turning into hoarse wails. An atmosphere of terror immediately filled the entire room. A barely perceptible sinister smile appeared on Wu Sibao's lips. This was exactly the effect he wanted; his meticulously planned show had begun.

Wu Sibao regained his air of dominance, leaning back in his chair and discreetly observing Zhou Xueping's reaction. He saw her attention shift towards the interrogation room, and he saw her full breasts heaving violently, her crimson lips clenched tighter. However, her eyes held only concern and anger, not the panic and fear Wu Sibao hoped to see.

Wu Sibao realized that this seemingly delicate and fragile mature woman standing before him was perhaps far stronger than he had imagined. But he was not discouraged. He didn't expect to frighten Zhou Xueping with a few words. He simply wanted to gradually immerse her in an atmosphere of terror. Later, he would naturally have plenty of ruthless methods to slowly erode her will to resist.

Wu Sibao curled his lip, gave a soft hum, and slowly stood up. He moved to the table, pressing close to Zhou Xueping, his nose almost touching her fair face. His heavy breathing even stirred her loose hair. Zhou Xueping remained motionless, not even blinking.

After a moment of silence, Wu Sibao spoke in a condescending tone, as if it were a routine matter: "Zhou Xueping, Miss Zhou, Secretary Xueping… It's truly an injustice to have a woman of your stature and beauty like you brought to such a humble place…" As he spoke, Wu Sibao observed Zhou Xueping. He deliberately used three different titles, clearly indicating her status. He wanted to see Zhou Xueping's reaction. But seeing Zhou Xueping calmly turn her eyes to him, her gaze still serene and calm, completely unmoved by his suggestive opening remarks,

he suppressed his anger and continued: "Miss Zhou is so intelligent and beautiful, surely you know what No. 76 is, and surely you know why we invited you here? Discretion is the better part of valor. I advise Miss Zhou to cooperate with us readily, otherwise…" As he spoke, he deliberately glanced into the inner room.

As Wu Sibao spoke, he stared at Zhou Xueping's face. Seeing that she didn't even blink, his blood boiled, and he said in a sinister tone, "Otherwise, that unfortunate woman inside would be you, Miss Zhou!" With that, Li Degui, who had been eagerly anticipating the scene, turned and went into the interrogation room inside. A moment later, two burly men, shirtless, dragged out a naked, blood-soaked young woman.

The woman was limp and semi-conscious. Li Degui directed his men to drag her to Zhou Xueping and throw her at her feet with a thud.

The woman's hands were cuffed behind her back, her thin shoulders hunched forward, curled up on the ground, instinctively clenching her wounded thighs, uttering muffled groans of pain.

Li Degui leaned close to Zhou Xueping's face and sneered, "This is what happens when you don't cooperate with us! If Miss Zhou doesn't cooperate, you'll end up like this in a bit! Maybe even worse..." He then stomped his foot on the young woman's crotch, grinding it forcefully.

The girl curled up in pain, her naked body involuntarily spreading apart, revealing her swollen, sticky lower body.

Zhou Xueping's face flushed red, her phoenix eyes widening as she stared directly at Wu Sibao. Anger flashed in her eyes, and from between her pearly teeth and red lips, she clearly uttered two words: "Beast!" Wu Sibao sighed inwardly. He had long known that such childish intimidation tactics would have little immediate effect on a female Communist of Zhou Xueping's caliber. He had merely wanted to use the naked body of this tortured woman to amplify the atmosphere of terror he had created.

Now that his goal was achieved, he was ready to get to the point. He gestured for Li Degui to drag the unconscious woman aside, then turned back to Zhou Xueping.

He stared at Zhou Xueping's fair and delicate face with a predatory gaze, let out a feigned sigh, and brazenly reached out to press his hand against Zhou Xueping's high breasts, leering as he said, "Miss Zhou, do you know that I've always been very interested in interrogating female prisoners, and I have a lot of experience with it? Especially female prisoners like you who are delicate and precious. I can tell you with certainty: the eighteen kinds of torture for women in No. 76 will absolutely not be enough for your delicate skin.

We have plenty of time. I will enjoy your body inch by inch, torture every part of your body little by little, including your most private and least visible organs as a woman, until you break down and beg for mercy! I will make you regret being born a woman!"

As he said this, Wu Sibao saw Zhou Xueping trying her best to dodge his lewd hand, staring at him with contempt, biting her lip and remaining silent. He glared angrily with his bull-like eyes, waved his hand towards the interrogation room inside, and ordered sternly, "Take him in!"

Chapter 73 , April 20th

: Liu Mei sat alone in Hua Jianxiong's office, her mind reeling from the series of major changes. Recalling Hua Jianxiong's unusual arrangements before boarding the plane that morning and the meaningful, flickering look in his eyes when he looked at her, she couldn't help but shudder. The terrifying and thrilling dream from last night resurfaced in her mind.

Actually, what truly troubled Liu Mei wasn't the sense of crisis she felt—that was already a part of her life—but rather the commotion she had just heard outside, passing by the office door and heading downstairs. Amidst the noise, she heard the firm, quiet click of a woman's high heels on the floor, and the loud voice of Li Degui, Wu Sibao's confidant. Her heart clenched. She knew that Zhou Xueping had been taken into the interrogation room by Wu Sibao.

Having been in a key position at No. 76, Liu Mei had witnessed too many similar scenes, and knew all too well what it meant for a woman, especially a beautiful young woman, to be taken into an interrogation room. She knew without a doubt that Zhou Xueping was currently being brutally violated by Wu Sibao and his men. Rape, humiliation, torture—nothing was spared. And she herself could only sit there helplessly. Liu Mei hadn't had direct contact with Zhou Xueping, and she didn't know if the seemingly delicate and charming Zhou Xueping could withstand the inhuman torture, both mental and physical.

Hua Jianxiong's departure was an excellent opportunity to rescue the Zhou sisters. This was also why Liu Mei had unhesitatingly refused to go to Changchun with Hua Jianxiong. However, even without Hua Jianxiong, getting two living people out of No. 76 was by no means easy. Moreover, his instructions to Wu Sibao before boarding the plane this morning presented Liu Mei with an even greater challenge. He completely handed over the power to deal with Zhou Xueping to Wu Sibao, a seemingly rude but actually insidious devil.

Liu Mei racked her brains to come up with various rescue plans, but none of them were feasible.

Number 76 had two main gates, a front gate and a back gate. Both were heavily guarded. In addition, there was a ten-foot-high wall topped with barbed wire. Although there was no electricity, it was an obstacle she couldn't overcome on her own. Therefore, she had to find another way.

Liu Mei had considered using her position to find an opening, fabricate a reason, or forge a document signed by Hua Jianxiong, which might deceive the guards and get the Zhou sisters out of Number 76. However, this would expose her identity, forcing her to move with the Zhou sisters.

Liu Mei sighed softly in her heart, silently rejecting the idea. She knew how much effort the organization had gone through to place her in this position, and she knew her value as an infiltrator in Number 76. Without orders from her superiors, she had no right to abandon everything on her own initiative to rescue a comrade, even an important cadre like Zhou Xueping.

Liu Mei racked her brains, but couldn't come up with a solution. She subconsciously walked to Hua Jianxiong's desk. Seeing the familiar furnishings, she remembered his cold, stern face. Over the years, she had been trying to understand Hua Jianxiong's inner world, but he always gave her a contradictory feeling.

Hua Jianxiong was shrewd and ruthless, giving the impression of being enthusiastic about investigating and arresting anti-Japanese operatives. However, Liu Mei, his close secretary and lover, often noticed his unintentional anxieties and depression when no one else was around. Hua Jianxiong

seemed unusually sensitive to words like "traitor," "lackey," and "national sellout." The instinctive anger and helplessness he felt when Zhou Liping denounced him as a traitor suddenly stirred a ripple in Liu Mei's mind. Perhaps this was the true face hidden beneath his demonic mask.

Suddenly, a thought startled Liu Mei: perhaps deep down, Hua Jianxiong didn't want to wear the "traitor" label forever, but was simply swept along by the current of corruption and lost his way. Liu Mei knew that Hua Jianxiong and Ding Mocun were Kuomintang (KMT) agents who had broken with Chongqing by following Wang Jingwei. Because of this, the KMT had repeatedly sent assassins to kill him, determined to eliminate him. Hua Jianxiong, in turn, arrested and executed many KMT KMT and Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) underground agents. The two sides seemed to be irreconcilably opposed.

But could all of this offer even the slightest hope of rescuing Zhou Xueping? Thinking of this, Liu Mei couldn't help but bitterly smile and deny herself. Everyone knew that Hua Jianxiong regarded the Communists as enemies; he had never hesitated to arrest, torture, and massacre Communist underground agents. And this time, by handing Zhou Xueping over to his most capable henchman, Wu Sibao, for interrogation, his target was none other than herself, "Feng."

Liu Mei's heart felt as heavy as if a large stone had been placed on it. She frowned, shaking her head with a self-deprecating smile, feeling utterly foolish. In desperation, she had grasped at straws, indulging in a pipe dream—to actually try to use Hua Jianxiong as a scapegoat. Liu Mei brushed aside her stray hairs, as if trying to dispel her chaotic thoughts. She turned around, her face regaining its usual cold expression, and opened the door to leave. She decided to go to the interrogation room first to witness Zhou Xueping's interrogation firsthand. She wanted to have a clear understanding of the situation before making any further plans.

Chapter 74

: After arriving in Changchun, Hua Jianxiong was received by Tang Shuqiang, the head of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Manchukuo Ministry of Internal Affairs, and taken to the Ministry's office on Xinmin Road. After meeting with relevant officials, he followed Tang Shuqiang to a villa-style apartment next to a secret prison in the northern suburbs of the city to settle down.

Along the way, Tang Shuqiang and Hua Jianxiong chatted and laughed. Hua Jianxiong had drunk with Tang Shuqiang several times during his previous visits to Changchun, so the two were acquaintances. After sitting in the apartment for a short while, Hua Jianxiong left Wang Fengyan to rest at the apartment and, accompanied by Tang Shuqiang, took Liu Dazhuang to the nearby secret prison.

The secret prison wasn't large; within a walled courtyard stood two three-story gray buildings side-by-side. Outside the courtyard walls were several villas, and armed soldiers patrolled the area.

As soon as Hua Jianxiong entered the courtyard, he could faintly hear various painful howls and groans. Hua Jianxiong smiled and said to Tang Shuqiang, who was leading the way, "It seems you've had quite a haul, brother."

Tang Shuqiang replied with some pride, "This is all thanks to Brother Hua's intelligence. Last night I sent men to arrest them overnight, conducting surprise interrogations, and this morning we caught several more."

Tang Shuqiang sighed, his face full of gratitude, and said to Hua Jianxiong, "Last time, your ambassador was assassinated. What was most hateful was that Chongqing went back on their word, acting capriciously and leaving us humiliated. A bunch of scoundrels in the organization took advantage of our misfortune, almost ruining my career. This time, Brother Hua's intelligence has been a great help. I'm going to wipe out the remnants of the Military Intelligence Bureau and vent my anger!" He then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Hua Jianxiong. "I can't thank you enough, Brother Hua. Please don't hesitate to ask for my help in the future. I, Tang Shuqiang, will go through fire and water for you."

Hua Jianxiong suddenly understood. No wonder Tang Shuqiang had been so enthusiastic towards him along the way. He thought to himself that the Japanese's elaborate deception hadn't been in vain; even a high-ranking Manchukuo official like Tang Shuqiang had believed it. Luckily, he had solid evidence; otherwise, Boss Dai would

have been in deep trouble. Thinking of this, a sense of unease suddenly welled up inside him. The Japanese propaganda had already spread. He had reported his intelligence to headquarters; he wondered how they would use it. If they were eager to clear their names and hastily exposed Kitajima Shizuka's past, wouldn't they leave a loophole and implicate him...? Thinking this, he unconsciously slowed his pace, his brow furrowing.

Suddenly, he noticed Tang Shuqiang had stopped and was waiting for him, realizing he had been lost in thought. He quickly perked up, hurried a few steps, and forced a smile, saying, "You're too kind, brother..." As they spoke, the two entered a gray building deep within the courtyard. Upon entering, Hua Jianxiong saw numbered interrogation rooms lining both sides of the corridor, from which came screams of agony emanating from half-open iron doors.

Tang Shuqiang led Hua Jianxiong through each interrogation room; without exception, male prisoners were being tortured with various cruel methods. Hua Jianxiong silently counted seven people in total.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's somewhat distracted expression, Tang Shuqiang smiled mysteriously, not lingering on the first floor, and led Hua Jianxiong upstairs. As they walked, he chuckled, saying, "The downstairs rooms aren't very interesting; the women we caught are all on the second floor."

With that, Tang Shuqiang pushed open the door to one of the interrogation rooms. A wave of foul-smelling heat hit Hua Jianxiong's face. He saw a naked young woman hanging spread-eagled on a torture rack. Two thugs were whipping her battered body from both sides. The woman's head was bowed low, her long hair obscuring her face, so he couldn't see her expression. He could only hear her painful groans, but there was no sign of her begging for mercy.

Tang Shuqiang seemed uninterested in staying in this torture chamber for long. He shook his head and said, "Truly incorrigible." He then led Hua Jianxiong to another torture chamber next door.

As soon as they entered, Hua Jianxiong saw a young woman who looked like a student, stripped naked, her hands cuffed behind her back. She was being held down by two burly, shirtless men, kneeling beside the torture rack. Another thug, almost completely naked, stood between the girl's spread legs, grabbing her crossed white arms behind her back and thrusting his penis against her white buttocks.

The young woman's face was pressed to the side on the torture bed, facing the door. Hua Jianxiong approached and saw that her still-childish face was covered in tears and sweat, her snow-white thighs were covered with bloodstains, whip marks, and branding wounds, and the floor beneath her was already soaked.

Tang Shuqiang, seeing Hua Jianxiong's renewed interest, chuckled sinisterly, "This young woman is a student at the New Beijing Normal University. She was very stubborn when she came in last night. I checked herself, she's still a virgin, and her vagina is really tight. It took me half a day to deflower her. I didn't expect her mouth to be so tight too; she hasn't said a word since we started interrogating her."

Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong felt a surge of excitement, a heat rising within him, his groin stirring with restless desire. Tang Shuqiang, of course, didn't miss the change in Hua Jianxiong's expression. He patted Hua Jianxiong's shoulder, pulled him out of the interrogation room, and whispered suggestively in Hua Jianxiong's ear, "This one's already past her prime, nothing interesting anymore. If you have time, Brother Hua, I have a fresh flower here. Would you be interested in taking your hand yourself?"

Hua Jianxiong's eyes lit up. Before Hua Jianxiong could reply, Tang Shuqiang immediately said with a smile, "Better late than never. This morning, the brothers unexpectedly caught a beautiful woman at the train station. She's top-notch in terms of looks and figure. Although she's a virgin, her body is truly captivating. If you don't mind, Brother Hua, consider it a pastime." Without waiting for Hua Jianxiong's response, he strode down the corridor.

Hua Jianxiong immediately became interested upon hearing this and quickly followed Tang Shuqiang to the door of the interrogation room at the far end of the corridor.

Chapter 75

This was the interrogation room at the deepest part of the second-floor corridor. The heavy iron door was tightly closed, with only slivers of light filtering through the crack at the bottom, but no sound could be heard.

Tang Shuqiang, with a mysterious smile, took out a key and opened the iron door. Hua Jianxiong followed him inside. Unlike other interrogation rooms, this one didn't have a roaring fire, nor did it have any shouting thugs. There wasn't even a trace of human presence; only a dim lamp illuminated the room, making it dark, cold, and eerie.

Once his eyes adjusted to the dimness, Hua Jianxiong was almost startled. In the interrogation room, just inches away, hung suspended from behind, a slender woman.

The woman wore a dark green velvet cheongsam, the fitted dress outlining her curvaceous figure. Her breathing was shallow, her head bowed, her long, cascading hair obscuring her face and most of her upper body. Her high, firm breasts were incredibly alluring, and her round, pert buttocks were strikingly prominent. Her flat stomach rose and fell gently, and her two long, slender legs were taut and straight, her delicate feet, clad in flesh-colored stockings and black high heels, barely touching the ground.

Based on Hua Jianxiong's experience, he immediately understood that this was a recently apprehended criminal, and the trial hadn't even begun. According to the rules of the criminal investigation department, for criminals of high status, especially female criminals, they were usually subjected to some hardship before the trial to temper their arrogance. This usually made the trial much smoother, and perhaps they wouldn't be able to endure it before the trial even started.

However, seeing the woman's unbearable posture, Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but frown. He thought to himself that Tang Shuqiang's men were truly ruthless. Normally, to torture someone, you just need to handcuff their hands and hang them up, maybe even force them to touch the ground with their toes. In four or five hours, the person will be completely broken and numb. After being lowered, they won't be able to straighten their back, take a step, or even be in a daze. Someone with weaker willpower will usually answer any questions.

But this woman was being hung upside down. Hanging upside down is a reverse joint position, where the body's muscles are forcibly twisted into an unnatural shape, and all the muscles in the body are contorted and tense. If the legs also can't exert any force, it will exceed a person's physiological limits in just one or two hours. If it goes on for too long, without torture, the person might be crippled.

Judging from the time Tang Shuqiang mentioned, this woman had been hanging upside down here for about half a day. No wonder she looked like she was breathing weakly and was on the verge of death.

Hua Jianxiong approached; the woman was motionless, apparently unconscious. He found the end of the rope and loosened it a little. The woman's feet touched the ground, her full breasts heaving violently a few times. She let out a long breath, her muscles relaxing, and a faint moan escaped her throat.

Hua Jianxiong also breathed a sigh of relief, circling halfway around the woman. Although he couldn't see her face, he was captivated by her voluptuous figure and snow-white skin. He looked the woman, still hanging precariously with her buttocks raised and head drooping, up and down. He noticed that her cheongsam, apart from some obvious wrinkles at the chest, was not torn or damaged. He felt slightly relieved.

He walked right behind the woman's high, protruding buttocks and casually lifted the hem of her velvet cheongsam to her waist, revealing her snow-white thighs. He examined them closely and noticed that her black silk panties showed signs of having been tampered with and hastily put back together. However, the pure black panties and the inner thighs didn't seem suspicious. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Tang Shuqiang was right; they had already examined the woman's body, but hadn't actually touched her yet.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong observing so closely, Tang Shuqiang also came closer, circling the dazed woman. He reached out and pinched her bare, round buttocks, whispering mysteriously, "This woman is an unexpected bonus."

"Oh…" Hua Jianxiong responded casually, reaching out to loosen the clasp under the woman's armpits. Through the open opening, he could see that the woman's black silk bra was properly worn. Beneath her cheongsam, her full breasts were rhythmically rising and falling slightly. He smiled happily, but his ears were carefully listening to every word Tang Shuqiang uttered.

"This morning, my brothers were staking out the train station with a Kuomintang spy they'd caught yesterday. They were supposed to identify one of his accomplices hiding there, but they ran into this woman right outside the station building. The guy jumped at the sight of her. He quietly told our men that although she wasn't on his side, he'd seen her several times at liaison points. She was definitely a spy for Chongqing. My brothers, without a word, grabbed her and brought her back. And wow, she's a real beauty!" At this point, Tang Shuqiang grabbed the woman's hair and lifted her head.

Hua Jianxiong glanced at the pale face with interest, then froze.

It was the face of a pale, beautiful, mature woman with her eyes tightly closed. Looking at this fair and alluring face, Hua Jianxiong's heart pounded wildly, as if it would leap out of his throat. Because it was a familiar face. She was none other than Hua Jianxiong's mistress, Yan Yu, an intelligence agent for the Military Intelligence Bureau's Changchun station. During his last visit to Changchun, he had even shared intimate moments with her.

Hua Jianxiong was momentarily stunned, his mind racing like a wheel, desperately searching for a way to deal with the situation. He calculated that if Yan Yu opened her eyes now, she would definitely recognize him immediately. If her expression betrayed her, or if she couldn't withstand the torture and implicated him, he would be in big trouble. Although Yan Yu only knew his identity at No. 76, the Japanese and the old man were always very suspicious. If they found out he was having an affair with someone from the Military Intelligence Bureau and had even slept with her…” Hua Jianxiong suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, shortness of breath, and a racing heart.

Tang Shuqiang seemed oblivious to Hua Jianxiong's predicament, continuing his incessant chatter: "How about it, Brother Hua? This woman is quite attractive, isn't she? Untouched! She's still not behaving herself since being arrested, constantly proclaiming her innocence." I called her accomplice to identify her, and that guy swore he'd secretly seen this woman meeting with his boss! Heh heh, but she still denies it. I had my brothers hang her up, to give her a warning, and then interrogate her more thoroughly when I had time. I didn't expect you to be so lucky, Brother Hua, you struck gold right after landing. This good fortune is impossible to shake off…”

Tang Shuqiang chuckled lewdly, “I'm reluctantly parting with her as a small gift to you, Brother Hua, you must do me this favor!”

Seeing Hua Jianxiong lost in thought and silent, Tang Shuqiang raised the key in his hand, grinning lewdly, “I was afraid my brothers wouldn't be able to resist taking advantage of this woman, so I kept the key to the interrogation room myself.” Unexpectedly, a thread of fate has brought us together from afar; it turns out this delicious meal is none other than Brother Hua… Haha…”

Hua Jianxiong had already come to his senses, knowing he had to act before Yan Yu opened her eyes. He glanced at the still unconscious Yan Yu, feigning intense lust, and said to Tang Shuqiang with a grin, “The goods are indeed excellent. I, Hua, will humbly accept your offer. Thank you so much for your arrangement, Brother Tang.”

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's eager expression, Tang Shuqiang patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "This interrogation room has been specially soundproofed. Even if you torture this woman until she shits herself, no one will bother you. Alright, we won't get in your way here."

He then pulled Liu Dazhuang out, saying, "Old Liu, come with me next door to have some fun. I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Liu Dazhuang glanced cautiously at Hua Jianxiong's expression, then tactfully followed Tang Shuqiang out, laughing and joking.

Chapter 76.

As soon as Tang Shuqiang and Liu Dazhuang left, the room fell silent. The ticking of the wall clock was particularly jarring, and occasionally, the faint, almost imperceptible moans of pain from the woman hanging in the center of the room could be heard. But Hua Jianxiong's eardrums were filled with another sound—his own heartbeat.

He slowly walked towards the unconscious Yan Yu, his eyes fixed on her familiar, shapely body with its protruding buttocks and hunched chest, while his mind raced, assessing the situation. Had the Japanese already become suspicious of him, deliberately setting a trap?

It didn't seem likely. He had always been cautious and meticulous, leaving no room for error, and he was confident that neither the Japanese nor the 76th Division had any reason to suspect him. As for Yan Yu, since he dared to maintain a physical relationship with her, he had some confidence.

In fact, this woman's seniority in the Military Intelligence Bureau wasn't much less than his; he joined the Bureau during the later period when Dai Li was in charge of the Fuxing Society. Later, the organization expanded rapidly, opening training classes and recruiting many students trained by German instructors. Yan Yu joined the organization at that time. She was from Jilin, originally studying at Northeastern University. After the September 18 Incident, she was stranded in the interior of China, determined to fight her way back to her hometown, so she joined the Military Intelligence Bureau.

He remembered that the training by the German instructors was extremely strict, even harsh. There were specialized courses on counter-surveillance and counter-torture, with detailed and realistic psychological and physiological simulations of torture after capture by the enemy. Yan Yu was two years his junior, but her outstanding abilities were renowned throughout the training team, even praised by the German instructors.

Given her training and the depth of her feelings for him, he believed she wouldn't implicate herself recklessly. Moreover, judging from her current condition, she hadn't been tortured; the prolonged binding and hanging had mainly caused her to faint. However, he knew that even the strongest woman would be broken by the threat of rape, especially gang rape. Besides, he knew better than anyone the power of this kind of back-hanging. Just two hours of hanging was enough to break a psychologically fragile person.

Thinking of this, Hua Jianxiong felt slightly relieved; this didn't seem like a trap, just a coincidence. However, he dared not let his guard down; the danger of being exposed at any moment was not over. He had to face it, he had to find a way out.

Lost in thought, he had already reached Yan Yu. Seeing her pale yet still pretty face beneath her thick, long hair, he suddenly realized he had made a grave mistake. When Tang Shuqiang had shown him Yan Yu's face, he had instinctively looked away, not immediately admitting he knew her. Now it was too late to make amends.

What to do? He felt a surge of anxiety. This was Manchukuo, under the control of the Kwantung Army. The ruthlessness of the Japanese was common knowledge. They had countless torture methods to force this woman to talk. Moreover, he knew the organization's rules very well: arrested members could confess after seven days of torture to save themselves. Members connected to the arrested member had to organize the evacuation and handle the aftermath within those seven days. Although Yan Yu didn't know his mission at No. 76, if she said she knew him before, he would be in danger.

A surge of heat rose within him. He forced himself to calm down and reached out to stroke Yan Yu's long hair. He knew he couldn't stop moving; he couldn't stop thinking. Although Tang Shuqiang told him that no one would disturb him here, he himself was a secret agent and knew the saying "walls

have ears." Besides, this was Japanese territory; it wasn't just a matter of ears, but also eyes. He knew that Germany had one-way mirrors specifically used in interrogation rooms. Perhaps someone was watching his every move from next door. Even if not to spy on him, many in the intelligence department were quite interested in watching their colleagues have sex with female prisoners.

He had to decide immediately; the moment Yan Yu opened her eyes, he had to react appropriately. Otherwise, without her saying a word, just one expression from her would be enough to finish him off. In an instant, he made up his mind: play along, pretend not to know her, and deal with the immediate situation first.

He also planned what to do next: find a reason to bring Yan Yu back to Shanghai, after all, it was his territory, and things would be easier there. The reason might be somewhat far-fetched, since Yan Yu had no direct connection to the assassination of the ambassador. But last time, Kitajima Shizuka was also taken to Shanghai for interrogation. Given this precedent, it seems they need to bring back a large number of people arrested this time, otherwise it will be difficult to cover their tracks. The key is to make Yan Yu understand that she can't confess anything here.

Thinking of this, Hua Jianxiong's large hand gripped Yan Yu's chin, gently lifting it so that her long, flowing hair still covered most of her face. Yan Yu trembled, her legs involuntarily clamping together, and then she couldn't help but let out a soft groan of pain, but she didn't open her eyes.

Hua Jianxiong felt a little confident; he could see that this woman still had complete control. Now he wanted her to know who he was, and also what to do. Knowing her intelligence, he believed he could do it.

He reached out and loosened the ropes suspending her, her body slumped into his arms, and she suddenly let out a long breath. He pinched her face and turned it towards him, deliberately muttering to himself, "What a beautiful little wench!"

Yan Yu's shoulders jolted, and she abruptly opened her eyes. Seeing Hua Jianxiong, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, then turned into resentment. She slightly opened her mouth, revealing her white teeth.

Before she could react further, Hua Jianxiong released her face, as if saying to himself, "I really can't believe such a beautiful woman would oppose the Japanese!" The look of surprise on Yan Yu's face vanished instantly. She struggled to raise her head and pleaded, "Sir, I'm innocent!" Hua Jianxiong breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed the first hurdle was over.

Chapter 077

As soon as Zhou Xueping entered the small interrogation room, she was pushed and shoved by two burly agents to the rack. Li Degui pulled down a thick iron chain and hung it on Zhou Xueping's handcuffs. Wu Sibao came over and stopped Li Degui, took out a key and unlocked the handcuffs. Then, he gave a signal, and the two agents understood. Each grabbed one of Zhou Xueping's arms and twisted them behind her back.

With a snap, Wu Sibao handcuffed Zhou Xueping's fair wrists, then watched as Li Degui carefully attached the chains. While doing so, he lewdly stroked Zhou Xueping's full buttocks through her thin cheongsam, saying, "Secretary Xueping has such a great figure, it would be a shame not to give you some special treatment!" The agents surrounding them, already eager for their turn, burst into unrestrained lewd laughter, all extremely excited.

Wu Sibao waved his hand: "Put her on the chains!" With the clanking of the chains, Zhou Xueping's hands were pulled higher and higher, her body involuntarily leaning forward, her full buttocks protruding abruptly. Zhou Xueping instinctively bit her lip. The chains rose to chest height, forcing her to bend over, her shoulder-length hair cascading down to cover her fair face.

Wu Sibao grabbed her chin, and the chains stopped sliding. He lifted her delicate face, stroking it as he said smugly, "Miss Zhou, have you thought it through? It's not too late to say so!"

Just then, a female employee entered. Seeing the scene, she glanced at Zhou Xueping, quickly lowered her eyes, and whispered something to Wu Sibao. Wu Sibao immediately turned and left. The agents swarmed around Zhou Xueping, a dozen hands reaching eagerly for her breasts, buttocks, stomach, and thighs.

Wu Sibao returned after a while, a smug look in his eyes. He pinched Zhou Xueping's face hard, only to be met with contempt in her eyes. He gritted his teeth and forced out two words: "Begin!"

The chains rattled and slid again, pulling Zhou Xueping's hands higher and higher. At first, she swayed her rounded buttocks helplessly, then she was forced to stand on tiptoe, her entire weight gradually concentrating on her wrists. Zhou Xueping's breathing became rapid, her full breasts, tightly wrapped in the cheongsam, protruding more and more, heaving violently.

With a "bang," a button on the cheongsam snapped. The taut cheongsam ripped open, revealing a large slit, exposing her fair, tender flesh. The agents suddenly became more energetic, the chains rattling even louder. Zhou Xueping desperately tried to stand on tiptoe, but she couldn't keep up with the speed of the rising chains. Four or five buttons on the cheongsam snapped, opening halfway open, revealing large patches of snow-white flesh and a glimpse of alluring black skin.

The agents' faces lit up with delight, the chains rattling loudly. Just as Zhou Xueping's toes were about to leave the ground, Wu Sibao shouted, "Stop!" The chains snapped shut, leaving Zhou Xueping's slender and alluring body suspended in mid-air.

Wu Sibao casually reached his hand to Zhou Xueping's chest, rustling the cheongsam bulging high from her full breasts, and teasingly said, "Miss Zhou, how does it feel? Not good, is it? I advise you to cooperate with us quickly and avoid suffering!" As he spoke, his large hand moved to Zhou Xueping's high-perched buttocks. He pinched her plump buttocks twice, then, through the cheongsam, groped down her tailbone.

Zhou Xueping struggled to lift her head, staring at Wu Sibao with disdain and cursing, "You filthy scoundrel!"

Wu Sibao chuckled and said viciously, "You've got guts, you better hold your tongue and not say a word! Don't ruin our brothers' fun!" As he spoke, his rough, hard hand had already forcefully squeezed between Zhou Xueping's two bare thighs, forcefully probing inside through her cheongsam. His other hand reached to the slit of the cheongsam, brazenly lifting the front and reaching inside.

Zhou Xueping let out a low groan and squeezed her thighs together tightly. But her hands were tied behind her back, her feet barely touching the ground, and all her weight was on her twisted arms, which ached as if they were about to break. She couldn't muster any strength at all. She could only watch helplessly as Wu Sibao's two filthy hands roamed freely over her body.

Wu Sibao's hands attacked from both sides, groping incessantly beneath the cheongsam. He held on for the time it takes to smoke a cigarette before finally letting go, satisfied. He withdrew his hand and lewdly stroked Zhou Xueping's face, saying, "Secretary Xueping, don't be so tense. Let me help you relax." He then grabbed the side of her cheongsam, where the buttons had come undone.

Zhou Xueping bent over, twisting her body with difficulty, and cursed, "You beast!" Wu Sibao sneered, and with a sudden burst of strength, tore open the last remaining piece of fabric, the front of the cheongsam falling to the ground. Half of Zhou Xueping's voluptuous body was exposed. The eyes of all the men in the room immediately focused on Zhou Xueping's snow-white skin and her black lace-trimmed bra and panties.

Wu Sibao swiftly lifted Zhou Xueping's cheongsam behind her back, pulling down her flesh-colored stockings as he did so, saying, "These things are getting in the way of the brothers, get rid of them!" With that, he quickly ripped the stockings down to her feet, along with her black high heels, throwing them on the ground. Then, touching Zhou Xueping's smooth thighs, he swallowed hard.

One hand moved upwards, pressing against Zhou Xueping's flat stomach, chuckling as he caressed her small silk panties. His other hand forcefully inserted four fingers into the crook of her fingers, lewdly digging and probing between her white thighs.

Zhou Xueping let out a soft "hmm," her breathing becoming rapid, her high breasts heaving violently. Seeing this, Wu Sibao chuckled, raising the hand that had been caressing her stomach to grasp her breasts, which were stretched taut by her black bra. He squeezed her breasts tightly, then lowered his head like a hungry jackal, pressing his nose against her full breasts and sniffing greedily.

After a while, he looked up and exhaled, "What a sweet smell!" He then lifted Zhou Xueping's delicate face, staring at her lustfully.

Chapter 78

Zhou Xueping's face flushed red, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. She felt the large hand below pull down her pants and slip inside, pressing against her stomach. The rough palm rubbed against her soft skin, and two thick fingers eagerly reached for the tip of her pubic hair. A moment later, those two fingers actually inserted themselves between her legs, lewdly pressing and kneading the two tender labia between her thighs.

She twisted her body angrily, cursing, "Despicable... Let go!" Wu Sibao smugly brought his mouth close to Zhou Xueping's face, lewdly puffing out his foul breath, "Secretary Xueping, don't be angry! You're so cute when you're angry! You're so difficult to talk to, I'll teach you how to cooperate with us now!" As he spoke, his thick fingers dug in and invaded her sacred secret place.

All the agents in the room seemed to have received a command, swarming forward and clumsily pulling Zhou Xueping's cheongsam up to her arms, several large hands groping her body. One large hand slipped into her underwear from behind, sliding down her buttocks, while two other hands reached in from under her bra, grabbing her full breasts and squeezing them hard. Several large hands grabbed her legs and pulled them apart…

Half-naked Zhou Xueping struggled desperately, cursing, “Beasts…wild beasts…let me go…” Although she knew she couldn’t escape the humiliation of these beasts the moment she was captured, she still used her last bit of strength to defend her dignity.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when she felt the fingers inserted in her vagina stop moving. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she saw Wu Sibao pull his fingers out from between her legs, deliberately holding them up in front of her and waving them, saying, “Secretary Xueping, you have such self-control! Even like this, you don’t get wet…” As he spoke, he rolled his eyes, as if he had thought of something. He held his fingers to his nose, sniffed them twice, smiled mysteriously, and stepped behind her.

Zhou Xueping couldn’t see his movements, but she knew he must have thought of some insidious plan. So she desperately twisted her hips, trying to escape his humiliation. But several large hands grabbed her naked body and held her down tightly.

Zhou Xueping tried to struggle, but suddenly felt a large hand grab her underwear. Then, a chill ran down her backside as her underwear was pulled down to her crotch.

Zhou Xueping tried to turn her head, but couldn't move. She shouted angrily, "Beast! You filthy scoundrel... Let me go..."

She was horrified to see Wu Sibao squat down with a lewd smile. She couldn't see his movements, and desperately tried to squeeze her legs together, but they were held down firmly. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead; she had never felt so powerless.

Suddenly, a large hand shoved into her crotch, two fingers parting her soft labia without warning, followed by a thick, hard finger inserted into her warm, sensitive vagina.

Zhou Xueping's face turned bright red. She twisted and turned her hips frantically, like a madwoman, but it was all in vain; her bound body couldn't move at all. What terrified her most was seeing one of the thugs take a portable, high-powered flashlight and move it behind her. Sure enough, a bright light shone from behind her. She knew that her most shameful part as a woman was now completely exposed to this group of lecherous men.

The finger inserted into Zhou Xueping's vagina moved back and forth, and all the thugs stared intently at her lower body, which was gleaming brightly in the light. None of the men in the room spoke, but their heavy breathing filled the room, creating an atmosphere of immense fear.

"Hmph..."Finally, someone spoke up; it was Wu Sibao. Then, the finger inserted into Zhou Xueping's vagina was withdrawn, and Wu Sibao stood up. He moved to the front, carefully examining his right middle finger for a long time. He grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair, pulling her face up, and defiantly waved his extended middle finger in front of her eyes. Then, unexpectedly, he put his middle finger in his mouth and began sucking on it with relish.

Zhou Xueping's face flushed crimson. She couldn't believe these people could be so vulgar. The men around her began to stir, and two large hands quietly slid down her exposed buttocks towards her open crotch.

Before Zhou Xueping could react, Wu Sibao had already pulled his fingers, which he had licked until they were wet, from his mouth. He smacked his lips and stared lewdly into Zhou Xueping's eyes, saying, "Miss Zhou, how long has it been since you've been with a man? A very, very long time, hasn't it? Many years since a man has fucked you

, haven't you?" He relentlessly pursued Zhou Xueping's evasive gaze, rambling on, "It doesn't matter, at No. 76, we'll let you eat your fill! Let you eat until you're stuffed! Let you eat until you never want to eat again, and you'll still have to keep eating..."

A burst of obscene laughter erupted in the room, and the two large hands already inserted between Zhou Xueping's legs began to grope her even more brazenly.

Suddenly, the noise in the room stopped abruptly, and all the hands moving on Zhou Xueping's body ceased, even Wu Sibao's hand, which was gripping her chin, froze. Zhou Xueping heard a somewhat familiar voice: "Old Wu, has this female communist confessed yet?" She shuddered; the person who came was none other than Li Ziwu, who used the alias Gou Ming.

Chapter 79

Hua Jianxiong untied the ropes binding Yan Yu's handcuffs and put her down. Yan Yu collapsed to the ground, limp as if all her bones had been removed. Hua Jianxiong grabbed her slender waist and dragged her towards the heavy wooden torture table beside him.

He felt a surge of heat throughout his body, a fire rising in his heart, and his lower body began to stir with desire. He couldn't remember how many times he and Yan Yu had been intimate, but it was always in the comfort of their home, under the soft moonlight.

Yan Yu's cover identity was that of a single female middle school teacher, and her temperament was just like her public identity—gentle and refined, always speaking softly. Even at the most ecstatic moments in bed, she would only utter shy, soft moans. This was definitely an anomaly among Hua Jianxiong's women. So, although Hua Jianxiong had imagined countless times what it would be like to tie her up and fuck her, and had gotten hard countless times because of it, he had never been able to bring himself to do it.

Now, he couldn't help but be rough with her. "Circumstances are beyond one's control!" he sighed inwardly, his free left hand instinctively grasping the woman's full breasts, which were covered by her cheongsam, the soft, warm breath immediately transferring to his hand. Yan Yu let out a soft "hmm," her whole body trembling involuntarily.

He knew she must be terrified. The thought of how those breasts of his woman, which made all men drool, had been handled by Tang Shuqiang's gang of bastards filled him with a burning hatred.

Yan Yu began to sob softly, muttering incoherently, "Sir, I'm innocent...Sir, please spare me..."

Hua Jianxiong hardened his heart and dragged Yan Yu's limp, naked body to the execution platform, pressing her upper body onto the rough surface. He grabbed her handcuffed hands and bound them to a large iron ring at one end of the platform. Just as he lowered his head to Yan Yu's face, he heard her clear, weak voice: "Jianxiong, save me!"

He knew this woman was clever; she understood that saving him was saving herself. He didn't answer, but subtly tightened his grip on her wrists, giving her a quick glance. Soon the ropes were tied, and Yan Yu lay supine on the execution platform, her feet, still in high heels, supporting her weight, her legs slightly parted.

Hua Jianxiong parted the long hair covering Yan Yu's face, his expression intense as he stared intently into her eyes. He was certain the woman had read the meaning in his eyes, because the resentment in her beautiful eyes had vanished, and the fear was slowly fading, replaced by tenderness. A few large tears rolled down her cheeks.

Hua Jianxiong had a bad feeling; things were about to go wrong. His face darkened, and he roughly pried open Yan Yu's legs, looking down at her. A thought still tugged at his heart.

On her fair, plump thighs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were several obvious scratches. The stockings on her inner thighs had several runs, and there were several bloodstains on her fair, tender flesh. Upon closer inspection, there were also two bruises. Hua Jianxiong sighed inwardly. He knew all too well that it was commonplace for field agents to sexually harass female prisoners during arrests and escorts. Yan Yu was already very lucky in her current state.

The question now was, what should he do? Actually, there was no need to think about it; he had no choice. What he had to do now was strip this woman naked and then have sex with her. Looking at Yan Yu's pitiful face, he felt a pang of pity. To strip his woman naked and then leave her for other men to do as they pleased... a surge of irritation rose within him.

But then he reconsidered. Given Yan Yu's current situation, being stripped naked and tortured was inevitable. If he didn't do it himself, someone else would. It was better to strip her naked himself than to let someone else do it. It would probably be easier for both Yan Yu and himself. He guessed that Yan Yu felt the same way.

With that thought, he reached out and grabbed the diagonal placket of Yan Yu's cheongsam, ripping it open to reveal her bulging black silk bra. A flicker of panic crossed Yan Yu's eyes, but it vanished quickly, replaced by gratitude. Hua Jianxiong felt a little relieved; it seemed he hadn't misjudged this woman. Now that

things had come to this, he no longer hesitated. He grabbed the straps of Yan Yu's bra and yanked hard. With a "thud," the delicate black silk bra was ripped to pieces, revealing two dazzlingly white breasts that sprang out, their rosy nipples swaying intoxicatingly.

Hua Jianxiong greedily grasped one of the warm breasts with one hand, while with the other he lifted the hem of the cheongsam and flipped it up, pulling the entire garment over Yan Yu's handcuffed hands. She was left only with a small pair of pure black panties and stockings covering her thighs.

Without further ado, Hua Jianxiong grabbed Yan Yu's small silk panties between her legs and ripped them off, also pulling down half of the thin stockings. Except for one

high heel, Yan Yu was almost completely naked. She blushed crimson with shame, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. She tried to twist her body, but with her hands bound to the top of the torture platform, she had almost no room to move. She twisted her pale body a couple of times, then gave up.

Looking at her fair and tender body, Hua Jianxiong felt a surge of heat. He impatiently squatted down, forcefully spreading her two snow-white thighs. The pubic hair below her flat stomach and the cleft below were completely exposed before his eyes.

The dark pubic hair in the triangle connecting her legs to her abdomen lay softly and neatly trimmed. Gentle and elegant, this was one of the reasons Hua Jianxiong liked Yan Yu.

At the bottom of the triangle, the familiar slit was slightly open, the two small labia weakly curled. Through the gap between the purplish-brown labia, the tender purplish-red flesh and fine wrinkles inside were visible, but it lacked its usual pink and delicate, dewy appearance. A faint bluish-purple mark was visible on the inner thigh near the slit.

"Bastard!" Hua Jianxiong frowned, cursing inwardly. Clearly, someone had brazenly reached down there while Yan Yu was being escorted back or while she was being hung up. He didn't want to speculate on what they did.

Chapter 80:

A wave of disgust surged through Hua Jianxiong's chest. His left hand pressed down on Yan Yu's slightly trembling, warm thigh, while his right hand grabbed a ladle from a bucket beside the torture table and poured half a ladle of water onto the exposed triangle of skin.

Yan Yu, lying on the torture table, shuddered. Hua Jianxiong had already grabbed a towel and wiped it between her thighs. "Ah… ah…" the woman groaned softly, trembling all over, her head snapping to one side, her eyes tightly shut, her legs spread wide apart.After wiping a few times, Hua Jianxiong threw away the towel. Looking down, he was slightly surprised. Beneath the damp, shiny pubic hair, the previously dry vulva had instantly become wet, glistening with moisture, and clear liquid was oozing out, stretching into shiny strands along the vulva.

Hua Jianxiong felt his blood rush to his head. The woman before him, with whom he had shared countless intimate encounters, had never been so alluring as she was today. He felt an unprecedented surge of lust. He unbuckled his belt, grabbed a thigh still partially covered by a stocking with his other hand, raised it to waist height, and thrust his already rock-hard penis impatiently into the slightly parted opening.

Hua Jianxiong didn't often have sex with female prisoners; that was a pastime for Liu Dazhuang and Wu Sibao's gang of thugs. He only broke his vow when the prisoner had a special status and was exceptionally beautiful, and of course, he had to be the first to go. Like Zhou Xueping this time, he really wanted to taste her.

Today, it was Tang Shuqiang who had been inappropriately attentive, and a series of events had happened so quickly that by the time he realized it, he was already in this awkward situation. Otherwise, he wouldn't bother with a female prisoner who had already been groped, especially not on her turf. Unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, he succeeded.

Hua Jianxiong, burning with lust, parted her erect labia and thrust his thick, long penis all the way in. With a "plop," their naked lower bodies collided, a surge of heat rapidly spreading throughout their bodies.

Yan Yu's vagina seemed less tight than usual today; Hua Jianxiong wasn't sure if it was just his imagination or if she had truly been with someone else. But this woman's reaction today was stronger than ever before when he entered her. From the moment Hua Jianxiong penetrated her, she trembled and cried out.

Her bound hands clenched into fists, her eyes tightly closed, her cheeks flushed, moaning incessantly with the rhythm of Hua Jianxiong's thrusts. With each "slap" of their bodies colliding, Hua Jianxiong felt his penis contracting tighter and tighter within her warm vagina, his lust rising ever higher.

He couldn't help but reach out his free right hand and grasp Yan Yu's left breast. Yan Yu shuddered, let out a soft groan, and bit her lip. He glanced at her fair breasts and, sure enough, found a bruise; it seemed she had endured quite a bit in the short half-day she had been captured. But he couldn't care less. He cursed inwardly, "If you want to watch the show, then fucking watch!" With that thought, he increased the force of his thrusts, and with a thrust of his hips, he plunged in all the way.

Yan Yu groaned pitifully, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing out uncontrollably. The vaginal walls contracted even more powerfully, squeezing his penis, giving him an unparalleled feeling of pleasure. He thrust faster and faster, the contractions of the vaginal walls enveloping his penis turning into rhythmic spasms. Then his penis throbbed a few times, and both of them reached orgasm simultaneously. He pressed his firm hand against the slippery, limp body on the table, ejaculating a large amount of hot semen deep into her vagina. When he pulled out his limp penis, Yan Yu's face was flushed, her body limp, and she lay back on the torture table like a rag doll.

Hua Jianxiong fastened his trousers, pulled up a chair, sat down, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. Now he needed to calm his mind and consider his next plan.

Looking at the delicate, pale, naked woman on the execution platform, he let out a long sigh. The ground beneath the platform was soaked with the sticky fluid that had flowed from Yan Yu's lower body. The immediate danger had passed; he had at least a week to arrange everything. He couldn't risk exposing himself. He needed to carefully plan how to get Yan Yu into his hands; only then would the real danger be over.

He finished his cigarette and had a general idea in mind. Finding an opportunity and a reason to bring all the people involved, including Yan Yu, back to Shanghai shouldn't be too difficult. The key was that the reason couldn't be too far-fetched; haste makes waste. However, this would likely cause Yan Yu considerable suffering, and she might even be crippled.

Hua Jianxiong wasn't one to show mercy to women, but the thought of his woman being stripped naked and abused by someone else was still unpleasant. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it into powder. He stood up, reached out and grabbed Yan Yu's warm breasts, squeezing them twice while giving her a meaningful look. He believed this intelligent woman would understand his hint; he was reassuring her. Then he turned and left without looking back. (
Chapter 81, April 20th)

Li Ziwu had long been anticipating Zhou Xueping's interrogation.

His dissatisfaction with Hua Jianxiong had reached its peak. The prisoner was someone he had risked his life to capture; she was not only important but also a great beauty. With luck, he might even be able to extract clues about "Feng" from her, achieving a great feat. If Hua Zixiong had interrogated her himself, he wouldn't have complained. But Hua Zixiong went to Changchun without even informing him, handing Zhou Xueping over to the roughneck Wu Sibao for interrogation—clearly a way of making things difficult for him.

He knew he couldn't shake Hua Jianxiong's power yet. But he also knew that interrogating such a beautiful woman would inevitably bring the added benefit of taking advantage of her. He had painstakingly acquired this stunningly beautiful woman, and even if he couldn't claim the credit, he wanted to at least have a taste of her alluring, fair body. He couldn't let those ignorant, uncouth men like Wu Sibao get their hands on her for

nothing. But directly competing with Wu Sibao for her would not only be beneath his status as a deputy director, but he also worried about offending Hua Jianxiong and the potential consequences. After much thought, he remembered Ding Mocun's lecherous eyes and immediately had an idea.

The next morning, as soon as he arrived at work, he went to Ding Mocun's office and reported the results of the interrogation of several male and female Communist prisoners the previous night. Then, seemingly casually, he mentioned that he would be interrogating the most important prisoner, Zhou Xueping, and respectfully presented her file with both hands.

Sure enough, Ding Mocun's eyes widened immediately upon seeing Zhou Xueping's photo. Knowing his goal had been achieved, Li Ziwu respectfully left with the words, "Please have Director Ding personally oversee the interrogation," and took his leave.

Back in his office, he immediately checked the prisoner interrogation records and learned that Zhou Xueping had been taken to Hua Jianxiong's private interrogation room by Wu Sibao. He waited deliberately for a while, estimating that things were about right, before swaggering in. Sure enough, he stumbled upon the sordid game inside.

Seeing that it was Li Ziwu, Wu Sibao, confident in Hua Jianxiong's backing, immediately adopted an arrogant and nonchalant attitude, saying, "The brothers are on orders to interrogate an important prisoner. What can I do for you, Deputy Director Li?" He deliberately emphasized the word "Deputy." Li

Ziwu smiled, a hint of firmness in his tone, and said, "Old Wu, you've worked hard. Director Ding heard that we've captured an important Communist Party figure and wants to personally come to the interrogation to give instructions." He also specifically emphasized the word "we."

Upon hearing the name "Director Ding," Wu Sibao immediately softened. He ordered his thugs to clean up the scene, while he quickly moved behind Zhou Xueping, hastily pulling up her underwear that had been pulled down to her legs and covering it with the hem of her cheongsam.

Li Ziwu turned and went to the torture rack, grabbing Zhou Xueping's hair and lifting her face. The humble and fawning expression he had when he first met Zhou Xueping at the Xialu Apartment was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a smug and condescending look.

He pinched Zhou Xueping's fair cheek and said deliberately, "Sister Xue, it wasn't easy for me to invite you here! You'd better cooperate properly, lest I lose face!"

Zhou Xueping gave him a disdainful look and turned her head away, ignoring him. Li Ziwu seemed unconcerned. He released Zhou Xueping's hair, winked at Wu Sibao, and said, "Director Ding will be here soon."

Before he finished speaking, Ding Mocun indeed appeared at the door of the interrogation room. Li Ziwu hurried forward, welcoming him in with a beaming smile. Ding Mocun entered the room and slowly glanced around. He saw a slender, pretty young woman hanging from a heavy rack. Her clothes were disheveled; her cheongsam was open in several places, exposing large expanses of her fair skin, and her black bra and panties were faintly visible.

His eyes lit up immediately. He slowly walked closer, glancing at Zhou Xueping hanging from the rack, and asked slowly, "Is this the important Communist Party member you captured?"

Li Ziwu quickly replied, "Yes, that's her, Zhou Xueping, the Communist Party district secretary."Ding Mocun stepped forward, his eyes lingering greedily on Zhou Xueping's snow-white thighs, her barely concealed breasts, and her pert buttocks for several minutes. He turned back and slowly asked Li Ziwu, "What, unwilling to cooperate?"

Wu Sibao hurriedly stepped forward and answered, "She's incredibly stubborn."

Ding Mocun nodded, saying solemnly, "This person is very important. You must use every means to make her talk!"

Li Ziwu quickly stepped forward and answered, "Yes!" He grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair and said fiercely, "Miss Zhou, did you hear that? Our superiors have spoken. We must use every means to get you!"

He paused intentionally, staring into Zhou Xueping's eyes and softening his tone, "Actually, our conditions are very simple. I'll only ask you one thing. If you confess, we'll release you and your sister immediately. I'm asking you, who delivered the intelligence to Duan Ji?"

Li Ziwu pressed, his cunning little eyes fixed on Zhou Xueping's face, trying to find a flaw in her expression. But Zhou Xueping's face remained as still as water, not even blinking. She showed no intention of speaking.

A sinister smile crept across Li Ziwu's lips as he confidently leaned closer to Zhou Xueping's cheek. "What, Secretary Xueping, can't you remember? Let me remind you, it's that spy codenamed Feng, who exactly is he? I advise you to confess, or you'll suffer the consequences. Even if you suffer, you'll still have to confess in the end, and then there will be no going back!"

Zhou Xueping raised her eyelids slightly, but only gave a contemptuous snort, lowering her head and remaining silent.

After Ding Mocun entered the room, he only said three sentences before falling silent. He put his hands behind his back and slowly circled Zhou Xueping. It seemed he was enjoying Li Ziwu's performance, but in reality, his eyes never left Zhou Xueping's slender and alluring body, silently scrutinizing her exposed white flesh from all angles.

Wu Sibao stood aside, observing coldly. He realized Ding Mocun had no intention of leaving and immediately understood his purpose. Although he was extremely dissatisfied, he dared not speak out. He smiled ingratiatingly at Ding Mocun, then winked at the other thugs, sending them all outside.

Wu Sibao eagerly moved a chair over for Ding Mocun to sit down. Seeing that Li Ziwu had run into a snag with Zhou Xueping, he grinned smugly, crossed his arms, and watched him jump around.

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When Zhou Xueping turned her head away and ignored him, Li Ziwu reached out and pinched her chin, forcibly turning her towards him. Staring at her face, he said with a sinister smile, "It seems Secretary Xueping is unwilling to cooperate with us? You won't listen to reason, so don't blame me, Li, for being impolite to an old friend!"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the hem of Zhou Xueping's cheongsam, which had already been torn open, flipped it up in a flash, and quickly tucked the entire cheongsam over her head, tying it to her arm that was being held high. Zhou Xueping's body was suddenly almost completely exposed, with only a bra stretched taut and a small pair of panties barely covering her most private parts.

He then moved behind her, skillfully unhooking her bra and ripping off the black silk bra, throwing it to the ground. A pair of full, white breasts bounced out like two little rabbits, trembling slightly. Zhou Xueping's fair, rounded shoulders visibly trembled, and she lowered her head deeply, letting her thick hair obscure her face.

Li Ziwu stretched out a large hand, triumphantly lifting the pair of full, white breasts, lewdly weighing them in his hands, saying, "What a pair of big, adorable breasts! How about it, Sister Xue, we're completely naked now, still not willing to cooperate?" He then squeezed the warm breasts in his hands, wantonly kneading them.

Zhou Xueping suddenly looked up, staring into Li Ziwu's cunning eyes. Her lips trembled slightly, and her face paled as she uttered three words: "You filthy scoundrel!"

Li Ziwu chuckled nonchalantly, plucking a pink nipple between his fingers and kneading it forcefully. A lewd smile appeared on his lips: "Sister Xue, your breasts are top-notch. To be honest, I've been longing for them ever since I first saw you. Haha, now they're finally in my hands, what a coincidence!" As he spoke, he kneaded them vigorously, savoring the delicate, plump, and warm feel of these exquisite breasts.

Wu Sibao watched as Li Ziwu kneaded the two snow-white mounds of flesh in his hands, changing their shape like dough. His eyes were practically spitting fire with craving. But when he glanced at Ding Mocun, who sat there leisurely smoking, watching with great interest, he remained impassive. He could only swallow hard and restrain himself.

At this moment, Li Ziwu spoke again, mocking in a sarcastic tone, "Sister Xue, you're so sensitive, aren't you? You must be craving a man, right? Your crotch must be wet too." He then reached out and touched Zhou Xueping's crotch.

Wu Sibao swallowed hard, craning his neck for a closer look. Sure enough, Zhou Xueping's nipples were erect from Li Ziwu's kneading, and even the areolas had changed from pink to purplish. Li Ziwu's large hand was already groping Zhou Xueping's barely clothed crotch. She struggled to lift her head and cursed angrily, "You despicable man! Let go..."

Li Ziwu pulled his hand out from Zhou Xueping's crotch, examined it in the light, and then secretly glanced at Ding Mocun. He turned and fiercely twisted Zhou Xueping's two plump breasts, cursing viciously, "Damn it, you die-hard! I want to see how you're different from other women!" He then nodded to Wu Sibao, signaling him to come and help.

Wu Sibao, watching Li Ziwu manipulate the beautiful Zhou Xueping with such ease, had long been consumed by lust and drooling. When Li Ziwu beckoned to him, he pounced like a hungry cat at the sight of food.

Li Ziwu winked, and Wu Sibao immediately understood, grabbing Zhou Xueping's fair arm with his large, hairy hand. With his other hand, he loosened the chains binding her. As soon as her feet touched the ground, he removed the handcuffs from the chains. The two of them, one on each shoulder, dragged and pulled the half-naked Zhou Xueping in front of a heavy torture table in front of Ding Mocun.

Zhou Xueping struggled and cursed fiercely. She twisted her frail body desperately, her two freed, full breasts bouncing back and forth on her white chest. But this delicate young lady from a respectable family was no match for two burly men burning with lust. She struggled for only a few moments before being subdued by these two seasoned torturers.

Zhou Xueping staggered as the two men shoved her towards the torture table. They deliberately pressed their hard bodies against her buttocks, pinning her firmly against the table, her hips aching painfully. While squeezing her body, the two lewd men grotesquely rubbed their bulging genitals against her bare buttocks, which were only covered by underwear.

Zhou Xueping was pinned against the torture table, her almost naked body completely immobile. Not knowing what they were going to do, she panicked, unsure of what to do, and her body unconsciously went limp.

Seeing Zhou Xueping's resistance weaken, Li Ziwu secretly winked at Wu Sibao. The two men exerted force simultaneously, violently bending Zhou Xueping's bare arms upwards. With a "click," they handcuffed her to a thick steel pipe hanging from the ceiling, casually wrapping her tattered cheongsam around it as well.

Zhou Xueping's body was bent at a ninety-degree angle, her face only a fist's distance from the execution platform. Her full breasts were half-pressed against the platform, her nipples, erect from Li Ziwu's manipulation, rubbing against the rough, hard surface, itching painfully.

Li Ziwu released Zhou Xueping's arms, his eyes sweeping over her pale body twice, seeing her flushed face trying to lift her head. He snorted softly, stepped forward, and pressed his large hand down on her bare back.

Zhou Xueping let out a soft "hmm," her shoulder joints cracking.A faint sound. Her snow-white buttocks, clad in black stockings, were pert and high, while her breasts, pressed against the table, were almost completely flattened. She subconsciously spread her legs slightly, struggling to steady herself.

Seeing her panting in pain, Li Ziwu tilted his head and leaned close to her face pressed against the table, asking provocatively, "How is it, Sister Xue? Not comfortable like this, are you? Don't worry, I'll make you feel good soon!" As he spoke, he lifted one leg and thrust it forcefully between her two bare thighs. Zhou Xueping shuddered, instinctively squeezing her legs together desperately, twisting her buttocks incessantly, panting and cursing Li Ziwu for being shameless.

Seeing her fierce resistance and refusal to yield, Li Ziwu reached for her chest, grabbed a nipple, and twisted it hard. Zhou Xueping shuddered in pain, momentarily losing her balance, her legs involuntarily weakening. Taking advantage of this, Li Ziwu thrust one leg forward, squeezing between Zhou Xueping's two straight, snow-white thighs.

Seeing his scheme succeed, Li Ziwu smiled smugly and leaned forward. He quietly raised his knee, lewdly pressing it against Zhou Xueping's tender crotch, rubbing his hard knee against her soft, sensitive flesh through the thin silk.

Wu Sibao, not to be outdone, seized the opportunity, reaching his large, rough hand down the counter to Zhou Xueping's chest, grabbing her soft breasts pressed against the counter and pulling them out. He then greedily kneaded them in his hands.

Zhou Xueping was attacked from above and below by two lustful wolves, her most sensitive parts subjected to wanton molestation. Her face flushed red, her breathing rapid, her nostrils flared slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her skin. She was filled with rage, but could do nothing but curse and swear. Her heart trembled incessantly. She would rather endure torture than suffer such filthy humiliation.

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Suddenly, Ding Mocun, who was sitting nearby, coughed. Li Ziwu and Wu Sibao quickly released their grip and looked at him.

Ding Mocun seemed to frown impatiently. Li Ziwu immediately moved to the front, grabbed one of Zhou Xueping's full breasts, squeezed it hard, and shouted, "Zhou Xueping, I'll just ask you one question..." Zhou Xueping turned her head away in disgust.

Enraged, Li Ziwu grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair, forcefully turning her head towards him. With his other hand, he grabbed the small black stockings covering her round, white buttocks and gently lifted them. "So, have you thought it through? Confess or not?"

"Pah..." Zhou Xueping, her face flushed, shot him a contemptuous look. Li Ziwu smirked maliciously, his right hand slowly pulling down. The thin, smooth stockings were gradually peeled away, revealing Zhou Xueping's smooth, white buttocks, the deep, mysterious cleft slowly becoming visible.

Li Ziwu intentionally and slowly stripped away the last shred of clothing covering Zhou Xueping, intending to inflict maximum mental torture and force her to submit. He didn't stop talking: "Confess, Secretary Xueping! If you don't, I'll strip you naked and make you go out in public with your bare buttocks..."

Tears welled in Zhou Xueping's eyes; her heart was filled with unbearable bitterness. She was mentally prepared for severe torture, even rape and gang rape. But unexpectedly, even before the torture began, this long "prelude" was already so unbearable. Her body was now in the enemy's hands, completely at their mercy. She couldn't resist, let alone show the slightest weakness. No matter how unspeakable the humiliation, she had to grit her teeth and endure it silently.

Finally, a gentle breeze seemed to brush against her pert buttocks, and her silky panties slid down her straight thighs to the ground. Zhou Xueping's snow-white, round buttocks were completely exposed. Now she was almost naked, bound and suspended in a bizarre and humiliating position with her buttocks sticking out.

Her heart was bleeding. But she refused to yield, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, her face flushed, and her chest heaving violently.

Seeing this, Li Ziwu was somewhat discouraged. He released Zhou Xueping's hair, moved behind her, and slapped her pert buttocks hard with a "smack." A blood-red handprint immediately appeared on her snow-white, round buttocks.

Li Ziwu gritted his teeth and said viciously, "You're tough! I'll see just how tough you are! Confess! Who exactly is Feng?!" As he spoke, he slowly spread apart her thick buttocks, one hand sliding down her deep cleft.

Zhou Xueping desperately twisted her hips, gritting her teeth and squeezing out two words: "Beast, let me go!"

Seeing this erotic scene, Wu Sibao couldn't resist joining in, reaching out his large hands to hold down Zhou Xueping's writhing white buttocks. Suddenly, he remembered something, released her, turned and ran to the rack, bending down to pick up the pair of high heels that had been tossed aside.

He ran back to the rack, grabbed one of Zhou Xueping's kicking feet, and slipped one shoe onto her foot, then turned to the other side to slip on the other. Li Ziwu glanced down, nodded, and smiled sinisterly.

With the two high heels on, her two long, plump, white legs immediately straightened. Wu Sibao pressed down hard on Zhou Xueping's bare, smooth back again, and her large, white buttocks immediately stick out abruptly. Wu Sibao chuckled smugly, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Li Ziwu's large hand had already been caressing Zhou Xueping's crotch for a while. At this moment, he lewdly rubbed Zhou Xueping's exposed, round anus with a finger, saying mockingly, "Sister Xue, how is it? Feeling better now? Since you won't confess, then please cooperate and spread your legs? Don't make us work any harder!" He only received a burst of angry curses in return. Li Ziwu

quickly glanced at Ding Mocun, then winked at Wu Sibao. The two of them suddenly bent down at the same time, each grabbing one of Zhou Xueping's legs and pulling them apart. Zhou Xueping struggled desperately for a while, but being delicate and weak, she eventually gave in and lost her strength. Her legs were spread wide apart and secured with two steel ankle bracelets, pinning her to the corners of the torture platform.

Zhou Xueping was completely powerless to resist. Her body was almost completely stripped naked, her legs spread wide, her back bent, her buttocks protruding, and her arms tied behind her back, all her private parts, which she was ashamed to show to others, were completely exposed to the lustful men. She shivered, gritted her teeth, and painfully closed her eyes.

Li Ziwu looked at the alluring naked body of the subdued Zhou Xueping and excitedly rubbed his hands together. He lowered his head and sniffed, the unique scent of a mature woman intoxicating him. He reached into her spread thighs, parted the thick, dark pubic hair, and his greedy gaze fell upon the fleshy opening he had longed for. He pressed his index and middle fingers against the two small, tender labia and forcefully pried them apart.

Zhou Xueping's body trembled slightly, but her delicate slits obediently parted to reveal pink flesh and fine folds. The slightly fishy, sweet scent wafting from the opening made Li Ziwu feel like he was in heaven. He secretly swallowed, raised his middle finger, and unceremoniously slid it into the opening, finding it astringent inside. If Ding Mocun hadn't been sitting right next to him, he almost couldn't resist immediately inserting his own member.

Wu Sibao also squeezed in, the sound of him swallowing saliva could be heard. Li Ziwu raised his head, dug his finger hard into the fleshy hole, and pulled it out, deliberately speaking loudly and vulgarly, "Damn it, I thought the Communist Party's district secretary looked like some kind of phoenix-like cunt and dragon-like breasts, but it turns out he looks no different from a whore selling her body."

After saying that, he pulled out his finger, turned around, and respectfully asked Ding Mocun, "Director, what do you think..." Ding Mocun exhaled a puff of white smoke from his nose, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up, and calmly walked to Zhou Xueping. Seeing this, Wu Sibao quickly grabbed Zhou Xueping's hair and pulled her face up.

Ding Mocun suppressed his lust and leaned close to Zhou Xueping's face, asking, "Miss Zhou, have you thought it through? Deputy Director Li made it very clear that we only need a small amount of your cooperation. If you don't cooperate, don't blame us for being impolite."

He watched the changes in Zhou Xueping's expression, paused intentionally, and continued, "I mean what I say here. I only need you to answer one question, the one Deputy Director Li just asked. Tell me, and I'll have them release you immediately."

He reached out and lifted Zhou Xueping's chin, staring into her beautiful eyes as he whispered, "Who is Feng?" As he spoke, his other hand involuntarily reached for Zhou Xueping's breasts, grasping one of her flattened breasts, while his greedy gaze eagerly shifted to her high, protruding, snow-white buttocks.Seeing this, Li Ziwu patted Wu Sibao on the shoulder and winked at him. The two quietly left the interrogation room and closed the door tightly. Chapter 084

Almost an hour later, the interrogation room door reopened. Ding Mocun, looking satisfied, strolled out slowly, gently shaking his head as he said to Li Ziwu and the others who were already waiting at the door, "She's definitely a die-hard. Ziwu, you must interrogate her carefully, you must make her talk!" He then strode away. As soon as Ding

Mocun left, Li Ziwu and Wu Sibao, along with five or six other agents including Li Degui, rushed into the interrogation room. Zhou Xueping, naked, was still bent over, handcuffed to the torture table, her head drooping limply, her hair disheveled, her eyes watery and glistening with tears.

There were specks of sticky water on the floor below the table. Zhou Xueping's dark pubic hair was wet and tangled, and several streams of thick, white fluid oozed from her exposed flesh, flowing down her spread thighs and hanging sticky strands to the ground. Several bruises appeared on the inside of her plump, white thighs, and several purplish-blue marks were also clearly visible on her two full breasts pressed against the table.

"Damn it, the old man is really something!" Li Ziwu cursed inwardly, patted Zhou Xueping's white buttocks, turned around and pulled her head up, saying in a sinister tone, "Sister Xue, Secretary Xueping, now you know how powerful she is! You regret it, you regret it! Are you willing to cooperate now?" Without waiting for Zhou Xueping's reply, he hurriedly unzipped his pants, grabbed Zhou Xueping's black underwear that was lying on the ground, wiped it between her wet buttocks a couple of times, pulled out his already rock-hard penis, pressed it against the still-flowing vaginal opening, and thrust it in with a "plop".

The inside of the vaginal opening was warm and inviting, although it was wet and a little slippery, the friction of the folds of the vaginal walls was very clear, and it was also very tight. As soon as the penis entered, the entire vaginal opening immediately twitched and contracted sensitively. Li Ziwu thought to himself, "It seems this beautiful woman hasn't had a man in a long time." He was glad he'd moved in with Dingmo Village, this "Bodhisattva." Although he hadn't gotten to enjoy her first taste, he'd at least had a taste of something new. Such a tempting piece of meat—if Wu Sibao and his gang of hungry wolves had already devoured it, there probably wouldn't even be any bone fragments left.

Suddenly, he thought of the gentle and dignified young woman he'd first met Zhou Xueping, and then of Zhou Liping, whom Liu Dazhuang had ravaged beyond recognition. He hadn't expected this beloved young lady to be so quickly and naked, riding him at his mercy. He couldn't miss this opportunity again.

Thinking of these things, his emotions surged, and his penis, inserted into Zhou Xueping's vagina, became hard and swollen. He grabbed her two soft, full breasts and kneaded them forcefully, simultaneously arching his back and thrusting forward with all his might. A large, thick penis plunged all the way in, "whoosh," completing a blissful thrusting motion within the tight, warm, moist vagina.

"Crack...plop..." The sounds of naked flesh colliding and the penis thrusting in and out were so wonderful to his ears. He was like a motor turned on, relentlessly making pleasurable piston-like movements. With each powerful thrust of the hot penis into the slippery, tight vagina, waves of heat coursed through his entire body, and he felt utterly blissful.

The only drawback was that he couldn't hear the soft moans of the naked, beautiful woman beneath him. But he couldn't care less. He thrust, rubbed, and pumped with all his might. The naked Zhou Xueping was like a soft dough in his hands, allowing him to manipulate her at will, bringing him to climax after climax.

He was so busy that he was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. He paid no attention to any of that, his movements becoming larger, faster, and more intense. As the final, ecstatic surge coursed through his body, he thrust forward, pressing firmly against Zhou Xueping's warm yet stiff naked body, ejaculating all the semen he had accumulated over the past few days deep inside her. Just

as Li Ziwu withdrew his penis, Wu Sibao, who had been waiting naked with bloodshot eyes, immediately took his place. His thick, dark penis was already in his hand; ignoring the gushing, white semen, he thrust it in.

Last time, he hadn't been so lucky with Zhou Liping, the second young lady of the Zhou family, only getting a leftover. This time, Zhou Xueping was supposed to be his prize, his chance to have a taste. But just when he'd almost stripped her bare, a third party appeared, leaving him only the third.

However, he had no complaints; he couldn't afford to offend Ding Mocun or the arrogant Li Ziwu. Having held back for so long in front of such a beautiful and high-status woman, his lower body was about to explode. His rock-hard penis, once inserted into her wet, fleshy opening, went on and on like a motor.

Li Ziwu calmly stepped aside, pulled up his pants, lit a cigarette with satisfaction, took a deep drag, and moved to the opposite side of the execution platform, leaning close to Zhou Xueping's flushed face. Her naked body, suspended in mid-air, swayed rhythmically under Wu Sibao's powerful thrusts. Her disheveled hair flapped wildly like bird wings, and he triumphantly exhaled a puff of smoke at the beautiful face that had once made him swallow countless times.

Whether it was from holding back for too long or thrusting too violently, Wu Sibao, holding Zhou Xueping's white buttocks, only thrust for about ten minutes before releasing the floodgates, finishing off in a disgruntled manner.

As soon as he came down, the other thugs swarmed forward, tearing Zhou Xueping's frail body to shreds. Wu Sibao shouted to stop them. He pointed to a large, dark torture bench fixed to the ground on the other side of the room and ordered Li Degui, "Don't do it here, take her over there. One at a time!"

Li Degui nodded and, with several agents, untied Zhou Xueping's hands and feet and dragged her down. Zhou Xueping no longer resisted or struggled, nor did she curse. Her body was weak, her legs trembled, and she let the agents drag her limply to the other corner of the room, leaving a sticky, wet trail on the ground.

The torture bench was waist-high, with four thick legs diagonally inserted into the ground, firmly fixed in place. The agents pressed Zhou Xueping onto the bench, face down, her hands still cuffed behind her back, her wrists still draped in a tattered cheongsam. Her two plump, white thighs were grabbed by two burly men and spread wide apart, exposing her gruesome, sticky lower body completely naked.

The eager thugs immediately erupted into a chaotic clamor.

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From a distance, Liu Mei saw Li Ziwu saunter out of the small interrogation room, looking quite satisfied. Watching his frivolous figure disappear down the corridor, a sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

She already knew Li Ziwu's wickedness firsthand. This insidious fellow was the culprit behind the arrest of Zhou Xueping and a group of comrades. She noticed that Li Ziwu wasn't heading towards his own office, but rather towards Ding Mocun's office. Coming from the interrogation room where Zhou Xueping was interrogated to Ding Mocun's office—was he plotting some new scheme?

Before she could think further, she reached the door of the interrogation room. Although the door was heavy, lewd and excited sounds could still be faintly heard from inside. Liu Mei felt a pang of pain in her heart. She took a deep breath, her face cold, and pushed the door open, stepping inside.

The interrogation room was filled with smoke and a pungent, pungent stench. Women's bras, panties, and stockings were scattered around the torture bench, and a large, slippery, wet patch lay beneath it.

A commotion arose from a corner of the interrogation room, where several shirtless, burly men were intently engaged in something. No one noticed her arrival; occasionally, excited howls like wolves could be heard.

Liu Mei took a few steps forward, her heart clenching. Although she had mentally prepared herself, she was still stunned by the brutal scene before her.

Surrounded by several thugs was a slender, beautiful, naked woman. She was lying face down on a large torture bench, her hands cuffed behind her back with gleaming handcuffs. Her two plump, white breasts dangled towards the ground. Her long, shapely legs were spread and bound to the bench legs, yet she still wore high heels, a stark contrast to her nakedness. Her snow-white, round buttocks were forced high into the air, and between the two plump, white cheeks, the woman's most private parts were completely exposed to everyone's gaze.

A shirtless, burly man pressed his broad hips against her smooth, white buttocks, pounding them with a "thump, thump" sound.Bumping around. At the woman's bent-over position, a thick, hard, purplish-black penis was busily going in and out of her muddy crotch, making obscene "gurgling" sounds that made one blush and feel hot, and occasionally bringing out strands of thick, white fluid.

The bench had been removed, leaving only the thick wooden frame. The woman's full breasts dangled from the frame, swaying back and forth and side to side with the rhythm of the man's thrusts. Every now and then, one or two large hands would reach out, grabbing and pinching or twisting her plump, white breasts, eliciting lewd laughter. Her fair, full breasts were covered with purplish-blue bruises.

As she walked further, she looked more closely and almost vomited. There was another man standing in front of her, his hand gripping her hair, forcing her face upward. The man holding her hair had his pants pulled down to his ankles, his hand gripping a purplish-black penis between his legs, which he was thrusting into the woman's forced-open cherry-like mouth, "huffing and puffing" as he forcefully pushed it deep into her throat. The penis was wet with saliva and mucus. This man was Wu Sibao.

The woman was being attacked from both ends by two large penises, being pounded in and out, her breathing rapid, her eyes rolling back, and she gagging repeatedly. Liu Mei couldn't believe that the naked woman struggling in the hands of this group of lecherous men was the same Zhou Xueping she had seen in Hua Jianxiong's office yesterday—the dignified and charming

woman. Liu Mei deliberately coughed loudly, immediately attracting the attention of all the men in the room. Several agents who had been watching the commotion immediately looked embarrassed and at a loss. One of them, clutching one of Zhou Xueping's breasts, stood there grinning foolishly, unsure what to do.

The man vigorously thrusting into Zhou Xueping's white buttocks was none other than Li Degui, one of Wu Sibao's henchmen. Hearing the commotion, he turned and lewdly grinned at Liu Mei, but his movements didn't stop; instead, he thrust faster and harder, causing Zhou Xueping to furrow her brows and gasp for breath.

Seeing Liu Mei, Wu Sibao forcefully thrust his penis all the way in, deeply penetrating Zhou Xueping's throat. Zhou Xueping's face turned purple with choking, and she coughed muffledly. Upon seeing this, Wu Sibao straightened his back and thrust a few more times forcefully, ejaculating a large amount of thick, white semen deep into Zhou Xueping's throat right in front of Liu Mei.

Zhou Xueping choked and gagged, almost suffocating. Liu Mei gritted her teeth in distress, her face instantly darkening. She glared fiercely at Wu Sibao, abruptly turned around, and strode out with a clattering gait, slamming the door shut behind her. She stood outside, her face cold.

After a while, Wu Sibao followed, fastening his belt, bowing and scraping as he greeted Liu Mei. Liu Mei suppressed her anger and deliberately said coldly, "The Chief entrusted you with such an important prisoner, and this is how you handle it?"

Wu Sibao paused slightly, then a sinister smile appeared on his face. He lazily tugged at his wrinkled shirt, glanced at Liu Mei without batting an eye, and replied with a tone that was soft yet firm, "This female Communist is a die-hard. She won't bow down without some special methods. I'm having the brothers teach her a lesson, let her know what's what, and deflate her arrogance. The Chief shouldn't blame his subordinates. Please forgive me, Secretary Liu." With that, he turned and went back to the interrogation room without waiting for Liu Mei to speak.

Liu Mei hadn't expected Wu Sibao to be so uncooperative today. She realized the situation was more serious than she had anticipated. The current situation was beyond her control. Having run into Wu Sibao, she couldn't immediately return to the interrogation room, and going back wouldn't help. It seemed she had to think of another way quickly. After thinking for a moment, she reluctantly turned and left.

She heard the "click-clack" of footsteps fading away at the door, and then heard a chorus of vulgar laughter and curses from inside the interrogation room as several burly men pounced on Zhou Xueping like hungry wolves.

Chapter 86

After finishing Tang Shuqiang's welcome dinner, Hua Jianxiong returned to his apartment, still preoccupied and sullen. A petite Japanese woman came to help them change. Hua Jianxiong had served this Japanese woman before when he was in Changchun; she was petite but very pretty.

She was more like a girl than a woman, only eighteen or nineteen years old. Her name was Rie, and he couldn't quite remember if her surname was Miyamoto. Hua Jianxiong knew she was sent by the Mei Agency, the Japanese intelligence agency stationed in Manchukuo.

Watching her busy, petite figure, Hua Jianxiong smiled bitterly to himself, "The Japanese are really thoughtful." Liu Dazhuang discreetly went back to his room to sleep. Rie prepared the bathwater and left.

As soon as the door closed, Wang Fengyan kicked off her high heels and clung to him, completely relaxing here. Hua Jianxiong put his arm around her shoulder, patted her round bottom, and gestured towards the bathroom. Wang Fengyan nuzzled him with her ample bosom and asked sweetly, "Aren't you coming?" Hua Jianxiong shook his head absentmindedly.

Wang Fengyan reluctantly let him go and went into the bathroom. Hua Jianxiong hastily took off his coat and tossed it aside, then reclined on the soft Simmons bed, lost in thought. The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Hua Jianxiong began to drift off, his lower

body becoming restless. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, stretched, and let out a long sigh. The water stopped, and he heard a series of light footsteps approaching him, accompanied by an alluring scent of perfume, soap, and a woman's mature flesh. He pretended to be dazed, deliberately ignoring it. A clump of wet hair brushed against his face, then a pair of fresh, dewy lips approached and gently kissed him.

He abruptly turned, grabbing her plump, damp buttocks and lifting her up. With a gasp, a fair and alluring body rolled onto the bed. Hua Jianxiong rolled over and pinned the panting woman down, tilting his head to examine her from head to toe.

Wang Fengyan, fresh from her bath, looked exceptionally delicate. Her beautiful hair was loosely tied back with a silk ribbon, and she wore only a royal blue half-cup bra and a small matching thong, revealing her snow-white, full breasts and plump thighs, with a few curly pubic hairs peeking out from under the thin strip of fabric. The bright lingerie made her skin appear even whiter and more delicate.

Hua Jianxiong pressed his hand against her fleshy buttocks and reached behind. The back of the thong was just a strip of fabric, about the thickness of a hemp rope, nestled between her two plump, round buttocks, deep in the cleft, making it appear as if she were wearing nothing from behind.

Hua Jianxiong's fingers followed the strip of fabric to the crotch, where it was slippery and already wet. He deliberately positioned the strip of cloth between her erect labia, then pulled hard. Wang Fengyan, kneeling and prone, immediately clung weakly to his waist, moaning softly.

Hua Jianxiong inserted his fingers, kneading her warm, moist vulva while thinking, "That old bastard Ding Mocun has really lost his mind, giving away such a lovely woman." Wang Fengyan struggled to turn over, panting, gazing tenderly into Hua Jianxiong's eyes, silently untying the belt of his robe. Her small, white hands reached down to Hua Jianxiong's crotch, gently stroking the strong, hot bulge within his shorts.

Suddenly, she saw something cold in Hua Jianxiong's eyes, sending a chill down her spine. It was the kind of look one only sees in an office or even an interrogation room. Before she could understand, Hua Jianxiong lifted her, grabbed her delicate wrist, and pulled her off the bed.

Hua Jianxiong kicked the two high heels lying on the ground to Wang Fengyan's feet and said in an uncompromising tone, "Put them on!" Wang Fengyan hesitated for a moment, but dared not delay, and put on the shoes in a daze. Wearing the three-inch heels, she naturally stuck out her buttocks and straightened her chest, her whole body relaxed.

She immediately realized that she was only wearing two underwear that were too small, and standing in the middle of the room in high heels, she thought she must look ridiculous. So she subconsciously looked around, wanting to find a robe to put on. Hua Jianxiong grabbed her hand and domineeringly pulled her into his arms.

His robe suddenly fell to the ground, his coarse chest hair brushing against Wang Fengyan's bare back, making her tremble and feel intoxicated. He whispered in her ear, "My little darling, you are so adorable. Today I will teach you a move called White Crane Spreads Wings, and pamper you properly!"

As he spoke, Hua Jianxiong grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her. Wang Fengyan understood and immediately wrapped her arms tightly around his thick waist, straining her legs and waist. Her body involuntarily leaned forward. Instead of helping her, Hua Jianxiong intensified his actions, forcing his hairy thigh between her long, slender legs.

She obediently spread her legs, but her body swayed, the three-inch heels making it difficult for her to maintain her balance. Just as she was about to fall forward, Hua Jianxiong grabbed her chest with one hand and roughly ripped off her small bra with the other. Then, his two large hands flashed and grasped her two plump breasts, pulling her into his arms.

Hua Jianxiong's thick penis quickly swelled, pressing tightly against Wang Fengyan's buttocks. She sensed his arousal and considerately freed one hand to gently pull down his underwear. At the same time, Hua Jianxiong's large hand pinched the thin strap of his thong, slowly pulling it out from between her wet labia. He pulled it down forcefully, letting it slide down her smooth thigh.

His purplish-red penis, like a python smelling its prey, silently burrowed into her smooth, deep cleft, close to her tailbone. Wang Fengyan's breathing quickened. She could clearly feel the thick, hard penis parting her delicate labia and sliding through the slippery opening.

As the large penis began to pull back, she gasped, arching her back and sticking out her buttocks to give Hua Jianxiong the most comfortable and easiest angle for entry. When the large glans slid past her labia, her heart nearly leaped out of her throat; she longed for that ecstatic thrust.

Chapter 087

But the entire penis didn't stop; it continued to slide backward. Before she could understand what was happening, the hot glans was already hard and pressing against her anus. She involuntarily shuddered.

Although she had served many men, she had never been penetrated there before, so her anus was as tight and inexperienced as a virgin's. Moreover, she was completely unprepared, and it was still completely dry.

She instinctively twisted her waist, but the two large hands on her chest tightened their grip, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Her heart pounded. Sure enough, the penis behind her suddenly thrust in, like an armored vehicle at full throttle.

"Ah... Jianxiong..." she cried weakly, trying to rise on her tiptoes, arch her back, and spread her legs, as if that could lessen the tearing pain caused by the thick, hard penis penetrating her narrow anus. For some reason, the image of the raped female prisoner she had seen in the interrogation room flashed through her mind. Last

month, she had accompanied Ding Mocun to see the young girl named Zhou Liping being interrogated. The pitiful sight of that pretty, innocent girl hanging naked from the rack was still vivid in her mind. At that time, her hands were cuffed and she was hanging very high; now, thinking about it, that position must have been extremely painful. Her two bare thighs were spread wide apart, but not voluntarily; they were forcibly pulled apart by two iron chains.

She witnessed a thug excitedly thrusting his penis into the girl's lower body from behind. She never considered that he might have been penetrating her anus. The image of the girl's firm breasts swaying with the rhythm of the man's thrusts seemed vivid in her mind.

Suddenly, she felt like a female prisoner being interrogated by Hua Jianxiong. The large penis in her anus hurt so much; tears welled up in her eyes. But he showed no sign of stopping, relentlessly pushing in, as if he wouldn't rest until he had split her buttocks in two.

"Ah…ouch…" she couldn't help but groan. Hua Jianxiong, however, showed no mercy, seemingly encouraged, his large penis relentlessly thrusting forward, aiming for her core. Amidst her panting, a mixture of pain and pleasure, his hips finally pressed against her thick buttocks. She breathed a long sigh of relief, thankful she hadn't been killed.

Before she could catch her breath, his powerful thrusting began. He stepped back slightly, slowly withdrawing half of his penis. She felt a sudden emptiness and hurriedly bent over to retrieve it, only to be met with the full-speed thrust of his large penis. With a "smack," their naked bodies collided, the thick, hard penis firmly inserted to the hilt.

A piercing pain mingled with intense pleasure; Wang Fengyan felt a stimulation she had never experienced before. She was completely conquered. She twisted her round buttocks, swaying with the rhythm of the penis's thrusts. Each full penetration sent her soaring to climax, the physical pain long since overwhelmed by the joy in her heart.

Her anus was overflowing, making pleasurable "plop plop" sounds with each thrust. Her fair buttocks and thighs were soaked. She gripped the strong arm behind her tightly, desperately arching her back and thrusting her hips, trying to make the hard penis penetrate even deeper, even harder.

Finally, she was overwhelmed by the peak of pleasure and couldn't get down. Hua Jianxiong's huge penis almost lifted her body off the ground. She felt that burning penis rapidly expanding... expanding... and finally exploding with a bang, releasing fiery liquid that melted her.

She could hear her heart pounding wildly, her back ached as if it were about to break, her legs went weak, and her body reluctantly pulled away from the still-hot penis, slumping softly, half-kneeling, half-sitting on the thick carpet.

Hua Jianxiong was still standing there, and she turned her head, still panting, to see his huge penis covered in thick, sticky fluid right in front of her. Although her whole body was weak, her anus was swollen and painful, and a large amount of sticky fluid was flowing into her aching anus, she still struggled to reach for a nearby chair and let Hua Jianxiong sit down. Then she turned around, buried her face between his legs, opened her small mouth, and took his wet, sticky penis into her mouth.

Although the large member had softened, it still filled her small mouth completely. The soft, yielding sensation made it seem docile, a far cry from its fierce thrusting in her rear just moments before. She greedily sucked on the sticky liquid, swallowing it sweetly. Thinking of her earlier hallucination, her face flushed, and she sucked even more vigorously. Hua

Jianxiong seemed unsatisfied, reaching out to grab and knead her breasts. She hummed contentedly through her nose, gradually drowning out the "squeaking" sucking sounds from her mouth. Unconsciously, the large penis in her mouth swelled again. Wang Fengyan desperately opened her mouth wide to swallow, the glans pressing against her throat, with about a third still outside. She desperately tried to wrap her tongue around the burning hot penis, wanting to help him ejaculate in her mouth. But Hua Jianxiong pressed her head down, forcefully pulling the penis out of her mouth.

She looked up, her eyes unwilling to leave the large, warm thing she had licked so thoroughly. It stood erect, its purplish-red glans glistening with moisture, trailing a drop of her clear saliva. Two cute little testicles hung below, making it look like a magnificent cannon.

Hua Jianxiong ignored her affectionate gaze. He stood up, walked behind her, and pulled her up. Her high heels made her back uncomfortable. Just as she was about to kick them off, Hua Jianxiong put one arm around her stomach and the other on her right leg, placing her foot on the chair.

As soon as she was steady, Hua Jianxiong's large penis thrust forward again. This time, his target was her honey pot. He grasped her plump breasts with one hand and guided his throbbing penis with the other, eagerly thrusting it into her hot, wet core.

Although Wang Fengyan's vagina was already soaking wet, the thick penis still filled her completely. He didn't thrust all the way in, but stopped halfway. Her posture—chest out, buttocks raised, legs lifted high—made the walls of her deep, fleshy opening taut and slightly twisted. His penis felt incredibly tight inside, requiring repeated grinding and thrusting to reach the bottom. This was exactly the feeling he wanted.

His hot penis and the twisted opening intertwined, squeezing, rubbing, colliding… the pressure from the woman's vaginal walls had never felt so real. He could even feel the intoxicating sensation of the veins under his glans being rubbed by the fine folds of the walls.

Like a person who had been sunburnt drinking a glass of ice water, he felt exhilarated, but his thirst only intensified. He involuntarily increased the force of his movements. The warm, moist woman's body groaned ecstatically under his pressure. His large penis, deeply inserted into the wet opening, throbbed joyfully. The pent-up frustration of the day pressed down from his chest to his lower abdomen, bursting forth from its only outlet.

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