[Modern Emotions] Verbal Battle in Court

Chapter One

"Your Honor, I request to question the victim, Ms. Chen, again to clarify some necessary facts."

"This judge grants the defense attorney's request. Ms. Chen, please come to the witness stand to be questioned by the defense attorney."

The trial had entered its fourth day. The facts of the case had long been presented, and most of what needed to be said had been said. I believed the case should be closed today, and I felt relieved, starting to think about my other property lawsuit. However, why did the defendant's lawyer, Tang Jiahui, still request to question Ms. Chen again in court? Did she really intend to use some means to salvage what seemed like a doomed case? I couldn't guess her intentions, and I watched with some unease as Ms. Chen walked to the witness stand.

This was a fairly simple rape case. About four months ago, Ms. Chen returned to her apartment in the middle of the night and was attacked and raped by a pre-lying assailant. Throughout the rape, Ms. Chen was blindfolded and never saw the rapist's face. But she clearly remembered the perpetrator's voice.

Three months later, Ms. Chen happened to hear that voice again in a store. She immediately called the store's security guards, who detained the man and notified the police. The police discovered that the man had a history of sexual harassment and arrested him.

The man, named Zhao Taijiang, currently works as a porter. He had been accused of sexual assault three times, convicted of sexual harassment once, and acquitted twice due to insufficient evidence. This time, however, Ms. Chen didn't know him at all and was unaware of his criminal history; she identified him solely by his voice. He also couldn't provide any alibi. Another piece of evidence in the prosecution's favor was a neighbor's testimony that they had seen Zhao Taijiang wearing a black scarf, very similar to the one used to blindfold Ms. Chen and abandoned at the scene.

Of course, all the prosecution's evidence was weak and riddled with flaws; each piece of evidence was questionable upon closer examination. Therefore, the police were reluctant to prosecute, and no lawyer was willing to take the case.

When I first heard about this case, I thought it would be quite challenging, and if I encountered a strong defense attorney, there would definitely be a lot of entanglement, so I considered turning it down. However, because it was a referral from an acquaintance, and Ms. Chen personally came to my door to plead with me, I softened and agreed.

Especially when I heard that the defense attorney in this case was Tang Jiahui, a young female lawyer whom everyone had been praising recently, my competitive spirit was immediately ignited. It is said that since graduating last year, she has won more than ten major cases, even more than I was back then, and I felt both somewhat unconvinced and curious. Surprisingly, the case progressed very smoothly in the first three days, and the current situation is extremely favorable to the prosecution. This is mainly because Tang Jiahui's performance was too mediocre. She easily let go of the loopholes and weaknesses that could have been exploited, and her arguments on the key evidence were also very weak. Judging from the body language of the jury, I estimate that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the defendant is bound to lose this case.

Naturally, a young and innocent female lawyer defending a rape suspect would face many inconveniences and concerns, making it difficult to truly give her all. However, I'm starting to have some doubts. Could this be a defensive strategy of avoiding the real issues? Perhaps not. Maybe years of legal work have instilled in me a tendency to be paranoid. But I still feel uneasy. I always get nervous when my opponent does something unexpected.

At this moment, Tang Jiahui gracefully approached Ms. Chen, her large eyes fixed almost unblinkingly on Ms. Chen sitting in the witness stand. She calmly said, “Ms. Chen, please believe me. As a woman, I deeply sympathize with your plight, and I share your urgent desire to bring the real murderer to justice. Therefore, I hope to clarify some facts with you further. Some of my questions may offend or embarrass you, so please don't misunderstand. Do you understand what I mean?”

“I understand.”

Unlike her relaxed and low-key demeanor of the previous three days, Tang Jiahui suddenly became serious, her sharp gaze piercing Ms. Chen—a gaze she hadn't shown in the past few days. Looking at Tang Jiahui's cold and beautiful profile, a sense of foreboding suddenly arose in my heart. She must have planned this all along, while I was completely unprepared. What exactly was she trying to achieve with these words? Not being able to discern the opponent's intentions is the most dreaded passive situation for any lawyer.

"Ms. Chen, before you were raped, had you had any sexual experience with men?"

Why did she suddenly ask such an offensive question? I didn't have time to figure out her true intentions; I instinctively objected to the judge to stop her: "I object to this question! Your Honor. This question is completely irrelevant to this case."

The judge turned to Attorney Tang and asked her, "Defendant's attorney, do you have reason to believe this is a relevant question?"

"Yes. Your Honor. Please believe me."

"Alright. Objection not established. Ms. Chen, please answer the defendant's attorney's question truthfully."

I was getting angry. I hadn't expected to successfully stop the question; I just wanted to give my client more time to consider how to answer. But the judge's easy approval of her to continue without any explanation from the defendant's attorney was undoubtedly biased.

Ms. Chen answered somewhat uneasily, "...No." "

Then, Ms. Chen, before this, have you had any sexual contact with any man of the opposite sex? For example, touching each other's genitals with your hands or any part of your body?"

I stood up again, feigning anger, to protest, "Your Honor, I strongly object to the defense attorney invading my client's privacy with such an irrelevant question."

The judge then turned to Tang Jiahui, "Defendant's attorney, could you explain why you believe this question is directly related to the case?"

"Of course, Your Honor. Because this is a rape case involving sex, the client's understanding of sex will directly affect her ability to identify the perpetrator. Please allow Ms. Chen to answer my question."

"Alright. Please answer, Ms. Chen."

Looking at Tang Jiahui, her beautiful face facing the judge, able to ask such a sexual question without blushing in this grand courtroom, I suddenly realized that the judge had developed an instinctive bias towards her—a natural male reaction to a woman. Moreover, Tang Jiahui was such a beautiful woman. I began to realize that encountering such a beautiful female opponent was not a pleasant experience.

Not wanting to offend the judge, I could only sit down silently, my unease growing. This female lawyer seemed intent on manipulating Ms. Chen's ability to identify the defendant. But what did that have to do with her sexual experience? In any case, my intervention had given Ms. Chen ample time to consider how to answer Tang Jiahui's questions. Ms. Chen replied somewhat awkwardly, "I...I've never had the sexual contact you described with a man. I...I only had very few...hugs and...kissings with my ex-boyfriend."

"Very good. Ms. Chen. Thank you for your frank answer. Now, I'd like to ask you about some details of that day. You said you were blindfolded, stripped, and assaulted. Where did this happen? In your living room, your bedroom, or...?"

"In my bathroom. He forcibly dragged me to my bathroom."

"On the floor of your bathroom?"

"...Yes...I was forced to the floor..."

"Did he gag you?"

"No."

"Then you didn't resist? Didn't you scream for help?"

"...No. He...he held a knife and threatened me."

"I understand. Did he tie you up?"

“He…he tied my hands…tie them behind my back with stockings.”

“According to your police report, that man forced you to perform oral sex on him. What did he say to coerce you?”

“He…he started by saying that if I could…give him a blowjob, he…he wouldn’t rape me. He let me choose…I would…”

“So, you chose to…perform oral sex on him, right?”

“No…I…it wasn’t my choice…I…what choice did I have? I was forced.”

“I understand. You were forced to perform oral sex on him. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, Ms. Chen. So, in what position did you perform oral sex on him?”

“I object to being questioned in this manner, Your Honor. These questions constitute a direct and unnecessary invasion of my client’s privacy.” I found it hard to believe that such a young female lawyer could so shamelessly utter the word 'oral sex' in front of everyone. I still couldn’t fathom her methods, but I knew I had to object as soon as possible. I couldn’t let her continue with her designed questioning approach.

"Objection not established. Witness, please answer the questions."

What? The judge's reaction was unacceptable to me. He completely sided with Tang Jiahui, rejecting my objection without even turning his head. I suddenly realized that everyone in the courtroom, including the judge and jurors, seemed to be listening intently to Ms. Chen being forced to recount her ordeal. Good heavens. These people were so interested in these rape details; I felt indignant for Ms. Chen.

This was a gender-balanced jury of six men and six women, and what I couldn't understand was that both men and women seemed to enjoy hearing these details, completely different from their listless demeanor the previous two days. I had a bad feeling. For the past few days, we had deliberately avoided the process and details of the rape scene. I had spent a lot of time solidifying the scarf evidence and emphasizing Zhao Taijiang's past misdeeds, as well as arguing about the sensitivity and memory of sound when a person loses their sight. I had even invited a professor from the medical school to explain the uniqueness of human voices. While these technical details had worked, they had clearly bored the jurors. However, this female lawyer had now easily piqued their interest, which meant that her influence on them could potentially increase significantly. Moreover, her natural feminine charm was a major disadvantage for the prosecution.

I began to realize Tang Jiahui's strategy. My God, was she really that cunning?

The life and death of the entire case rested entirely in the hands of these jurors. Offending them would be extremely detrimental to either side, while gaining even the slightest bit of their favor could tip the scales in your favor. Of course, the favor Tang Jiahui had won was not enough to change the jurors' strong impression of the defendant's guilt that I had built up in their minds over the past three days. Unless she could find a crucial flaw. However, I could already sense the danger.

Ms. Chen seemed to be painfully recalling the scene: "I...he...I was kneeling on the ground...he was...probably sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and then he stood up..."

"Probably sitting on the edge of the bathtub? Are you sure?"

"...Yes. I'm sure. My head was pressed very low."

"I understand. Ms. Chen, can you recall whether his legs were bent or flat when he was sitting on the edge of the bathtub?"

I suddenly understood which direction Tang Jiahui was trying to find a breakthrough in. She wanted to find evidence to prove that the criminal's physique didn't match Zhao Taijiang's. If Miss Chen gave even one wrong answer, it could give her an opening. She was indeed a cunning lawyer. It was a pity I hadn't anticipated she would approach it this way, and hadn't given Miss Chen any guidance on how to respond. I secretly felt a chill.

Miss Chen hesitated and said, "He... I can't see him. I don't know."

That was a very good answer. I looked at Tang Jiahui; although I couldn't read any reaction on her face, I guessed she must be somewhat disappointed. The composed lawyer, his face impassive, continued, "Ms. Chen, how did you sense that the man was standing again later?"

"He... I had to look up to reach his..."

"His what?"

"Ah... his... thing..."

"You mean his penis, right?"

"...Yes."

"Were you still kneeling on the ground then?"

"Yes."

"He was standing there, did you have to straighten up to reach his penis?"

"Yes. I had to tilt my head back."

"..."

Tang Jiahui bombarded her with questions, but as if she hadn't received what she wanted, she stopped, seemingly unsure how to proceed. I felt a surge of anxiety for Ms. Chen. If this continued, who knew what unexpected things might happen?

Tang Jiahui shifted her focus and continued, "Ms. Chen, were you wearing clothes when you were giving that man oral sex?"

"...No. No. I... wasn't wearing any clothes. He stripped me naked."

"Ms. Chen, do you know if that man was also naked at that time?"

"...He, it seems, was still wearing a shirt. But his lower body... was naked."

"Are you sure? How did you know his lower body was naked?"

"...I... was between his legs, of course I knew."

"Ms. Chen, could you tell us specifically about the situation at that time?"

"...I..."

"I mean, could you describe how you gave that man oral sex?"

"I object to this question! Your Honor. This kind of question, involving the personal privacy and dignity of the parties involved, is not directly related to this case. I strongly object to the defense continuing to ask questions in this manner."

"Objection upheld. The witness may choose not to answer this question. Please, defense attorney, reconsider the applicability and scope of this question."

My objection was accepted by the judge for the first time, which was a slight comfort. But I knew that this female lawyer wouldn't give up so easily. She lightly brushed her hair aside, then fixed her gaze on Ms. Chen, whose face had turned ashen. Slowing her tone, she spoke gently, “Okay. Let’s imagine this: the man is naked from the waist down, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and you are also naked, kneeling between his legs, blindfolded, your hands tied behind your back, sucking… uh, giving him oral sex. Is that it?”

“…Yes. But why did you…”

Ms. Chen could no longer hold back her bitterness, almost sobbing.

The stimulating image Tang Jiahui described was vividly etched into my mind.

I glanced guiltily at Ms. Chen. Her sorrowful face remained exquisitely beautiful, her elegant dark blue suit tightly hugging her graceful figure, her full breasts rising and falling slightly with excitement. Through that garment, I imagined her naked body kneeling on the ground. My genitals suddenly swelled. Good heavens, how could I be like this at a time like this… Suddenly, I realized that such an image must have appeared in the minds of everyone present.

For the first time, I truly understood the kind of vulgar society a woman who has been raped must face. And I am just a member of this vulgar society.

Ms. Chen's predicament at this moment far exceeded my expectations. But she simply wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and raised her head again. I greatly admired her courage in facing all of this. For many years, as a lawyer, the law had always been just a bunch of books to me, mostly used to maintain and coordinate the interests of all parties. I never thought about justice and fairness, nor did I ever sympathize with the plaintiff or the defendant. But now, a strong desire to bring the criminal to justice suddenly surged into my heart.

I looked at Zhao Taijiang in the dock. He was sitting there calmly, as if admiring and recalling the crimes he had committed. I couldn't help but feel angry. I really couldn't understand why such a talented and promising young female lawyer would defend such scum. I didn't believe she could get much defense money from a porter like him.

I couldn't help but stand up again and loudly addressed the judge, "Your Honor, I strongly object to the defense attorney's use of such a humiliating method to attack the victim in this case. These recollections are both unnecessary and completely unacceptable. I request that you stop her from continuing."

The judge slightly raised his head, seemingly deep in thought, when Tang Jiahui quickly interjected, "Your Honor, you know, if we don't even understand what happened back then, how can we accurately determine who the real culprit is? As a woman, my sympathy for Ms. Chen is no less than any of yours. But as the defendant's lawyer, I must also be responsible for my client."

She was truly a formidable and eloquent opponent, and she knew very well how to use her womanhood as an invincible weapon. I could feel the burning, compelling force in her words. I had to admire her debating skills.

Sure enough, the judge sided with her again: "Ms. Chen, would you like to take a break?"

"No, thank you."

"Alright then. Please, defense attorney, continue with your questions."

"Ms. Chen, you just said your body was between his legs. Could you feel if his legs were smooth or covered in hair?"

"His legs were covered in hair."

Once again, I realized how cunning this seemingly gentle female lawyer was. Without me even realizing it, she began to leave loopholes. From her expression, I guessed that Ms. Chen's quick answer meant she wasn't given any chance.

Tang Jiahui then asked, "Ms. Chen, besides the hair on his legs, did you notice any other distinguishing features?"

"...No." "

Ms. Chen, your eyes were blindfolded and your hands were tied behind your back. How could you possibly put that man's penis in your mouth?"

"I...he grabbed my chin and put that thing in my mouth, I..."

"I understand. Ms. Chen, have you ever performed oral sex on a man?"

Tang Jiahui bombarded Ms. Chen with a barrage of questions, giving her almost no chance to breathe. These were all questions women found difficult to answer, and even Tang Jiahui herself hesitated when mentioning a man's penis. Tang Jiahui's purpose was clear: to make Ms. Chen make a mistake in her panic. I knew she had many more challenging questions to come. However, the truth was the truth, and I believed that as long as Ms. Chen answered all the questions truthfully, Tang Jiahui might not find an opportunity. But I was still worried for Ms. Chen.

“I…I already said I’ve never had any…sexual experience.”

“Then, have you ever seen a woman perform oral sex on a man?”

“No…I’ve only heard about it.”

“Ms. Chen, when you first took his…that thing into your mouth, what special feeling did you experience?” Tang Jiahui was getting increasingly outrageous, but I still held back. Ms. Chen was clearly angered by the question: “I…what feeling could I possibly experience? It was disgusting. I just wanted to throw up. You try it if you don’t believe me?”

“Please don’t be angry, Ms. Chen. You didn’t throw up, did you?”

“…How could I resist? To…to protect…my virginity, I had no choice but to…”

“I understand you, Ms. Chen. When you took that…penis into your mouth, did you actively move your head, or…”

“He held my head down with his hand, and…back and forth on his…that…”

I objected again, hoping the judge would make Tang Jiahui explain why she was asking these questions. But the judge rejected this again.

“I understand, Ms. Chen. Was this man's penis large? Was it very large in your mouth?”

“Yes. Very large.”

“Was it all the way into your mouth? Or only halfway in?”

“I…I don’t know. I can’t see. But…it went in quite a lot, reaching very deep into my mouth.”

“I see. Did you feel nauseous?”

“…At first, I felt a little…I…”

“I understand, you started to feel nauseous, but then you gradually got used to it. Right?”

“No. It wasn’t that I got used to it. It was…it was that I was held down, I had no choice…”

The jurors listened attentively to the details of the victim being forced to perform oral sex, and the entire courtroom was very quiet.

My mind began to wander, constantly showing the image of Ms. Chen kneeling on the ground, a penis going in and out of her beautiful lips. My genitals also became increasingly swollen.

“Miss Chen, did the man say anything during this process?”

“…”

“Miss Chen…”

“Yes. He said a lot.”

“Can you recall some of what he said?”

“…He…he told me to take it deeper, saying…saying I didn’t take it deep enough…it was worse than…worse than a prostitute…he told me to suck hard…and with my tongue…”

“Miss Chen, did you do as he said?”

“I…I…don’t know. I can’t remember.”

“Was he dissatisfied with your oral sex?”

“Yes.”

“Then. What happened next?”

“He…he forced me…to take his…testicles…one by one into my mouth…”

“Wait a minute, Miss Chen. You just said he told you to take what? His testicles?”

“You mean…those two down there…those two…”

“Those two what?”

“You mean…those two down there…”

“Oh, I see. You mean…his testicles, right?”

“…Yes.”

I sensed that Tang Jiahui was also blushing at this point. It seems she wasn't as composed as she appeared, and didn't seem to know much about men's bodies, not even the testicles we usually call "eggs."

"Miss Chen, what happened next?"

"Then he desperately pressed my head down on his... penis, he inserted it deep into my mouth, pressed my nose against his body..."

"I understand. And then?"

"Then...then...he...said I did a bad job, and..."

Seeing that Ms. Chen was unable to continue, Tang Jiahui showed no mercy and continued to press her: "So what?"

"So...so...I was raped...Waaaaah..."

Ms. Chen truly cried this time. Everyone knew the gist of this incident, but hearing it from Ms. Chen's own mouth, with so many details, was truly moving.

I no longer wanted to stop Tang Jiahui's interrogation. Tang Jiahui was also taking a risk. If she didn't find any major flaws, Ms. Chen's situation would actually garner sympathy from the jurors. Especially her sincere tears, which could move even the hardest heart. I watched Tang Jiahui's expression. Outwardly, I couldn't discern any change in her inner feelings. She was a seasoned opponent, not at all like a young lawyer who had only graduated a year ago.

Tang Jiahui composed herself, waited for Ms. Chen to stop crying, then silently handed her a glass of water and gently stroked Ms. Chen's hand a few times. From these seemingly unintentional gestures, I could tell that Tang Jiahui also knew how to balance the jurors' sympathy. But she still persisted with this interrogation. Did she have other motives? I racked my brains, but couldn't find an answer.

"Ms. Chen, please forgive me for having to relive that pain for you. Please believe me, I'm just as eager as you to put that inhuman bastard in jail. However, before the truth is clear, we can't hastily imprison a potentially innocent person while letting the real murderer go free. Do you agree with me?" "

...Agreed."

Damn, how cunning. I knew perfectly well what Tang Jiahui's feigned sympathy meant.

“Ms. Chen, when that man penetrated your vagina, was he on top of you?”

“Yes.”

“Did you feel he was burly, average-sized, or rather thin?”

“I… I was quite burly.”

“Are you sure he was like Mr. Zhao?”

“Yes. He… his whole body was on top of me…”

“Ms. Chen, according to the police records, you reported the crime less than half an hour after being raped, is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Then why didn’t the police record any traces left by the man? Like hair, dander, or…”

“…He flushed the bathroom with water before leaving…”

“I understand. Ms. Chen, there’s still something I don’t understand. The police records mention that you had a vaginal examination that night, but why didn’t they find any… any man’s semen?”

“…”

“Ms. Chen, did that man not ejaculate inside you?”

“…No. He… ejaculated…”

“Are you sure?”

“I… I’m sure. Of course I’m sure… Waaaaah…”

Ms. Chen suddenly burst into tears again. I was also a little confused. I had this question before, but I hadn’t paid it any mind. Moreover, it was inconvenient for me to ask a young woman about sensitive details. I was truly careless this time.

"Ms. Chen, why are you so sure? Why didn't the police find any trace?"

"...Waaah...waaah..."

"Ms. Chen, can you tell us? How did you determine that he ejaculated..."

"He...waaah...he...ejaculated into my...waaah...mouth..."

Ah! A collective gasp filled the room. I didn't know that detail either. It must have been too embarrassing to talk about; Ms. Chen hadn't even reported it to the police. The thought of a penis ejaculating in her mouth made my genitals swell again. I couldn't suppress my instinctive reaction; my genitals throbbed painfully in my pants. Guilt made my face flush red.

I turned my head and thought I could see the faint smile on Zhao Taijiang's face. I angrily turned back, the resentment in my heart lingering for a long time.

“Ms. Chen, I’m sorry. It’s good that you’re saying these things; keeping them inside will only make you feel worse.”

Ms. Chen nodded, sobbing, and indeed gradually calmed down. It seemed that, just as Tang Jiahui had said, she felt a sense of relief after speaking out about the heaviest burden in her heart. A resolute and indignant expression appeared on her face, and the weak feeling of fear and shame was gone.

"So, Miss Chen, how did he ejaculate into your mouth? Did he force you, or..."

"...Yes...he...he threatened me, saying either he would ejaculate inside my uterus and get me pregnant, or I would have to...let him ejaculate in my mouth...I had no choice..."

"I understand. He gave you a choice, and you chose to let him ejaculate in your mouth."

"No. I had no choice. In that situation...I was terrified. I didn't want to get pregnant; that was too terrible, so I had no choice but to let him...let him...ejaculate...in my mouth."

"I understand, Miss Chen. So, after he ejaculated in your mouth, did you spit his semen anywhere?"

"...No...he forced me...to swallow it all...otherwise...he would..." Miss Chen could barely continue, but Tang Jiahui still wouldn't let up.

"So you swallowed all his semen?"

"I had no other choice."

"How could not a single drop have spilled? Is that really the case?"

"...Yes. In the end..."

"Ms. Chen, please continue."

"He...inserted very deep, I couldn't even spit it out."

"Hmm. How deep exactly? Ms. Chen, can you recall?"

"I...he thrust in very hard...I..."

"Ms. Chen, can you recall how hard he thrust into your mouth?"

"Yes...he grabbed my head with his hands and thrust hard..."

"I understand. So, could you feel his penis reaching the bottom of your mouth? Or somewhere else?"

"I don't know. Anyway, it was very deep, my mouth was almost touching his body."

"Ms. Chen, how did you know your mouth was almost touching his body? You couldn't see it, right?"

"I...my mouth touched his...pubic hair."

"Ah, I understand. I remember you said your nose was pressed against his body, is that right?"

"...Yes. My nose was sore from his pressure, I...couldn't get away..."

"So, Ms. Chen, since your nose could touch his body, that means you swallowed his entire penis into your mouth, is that right?"

"I...I don't know...Yes! Yes! Why do you insist on asking these questions?"

"Ms. Chen, please don't be angry. I'm very grateful for your cooperation. I just want to understand what happened."

"..."

"Ms. Chen, he ejaculated in your mouth. And then?"

“Then…he…kept his thing in my mouth…and…and made me lick it clean…boohoo…boohoo…”

“Ms. Chen…and then?”

“Then, he forced me to drink water to clean my mouth, leaving no trace…boohoo…”

“I’ve finished asking my questions. Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Chen. Would you like to take a break?”

Hearing that Tang Jiahui’s questioning had temporarily come to an end, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I quickly asked the judge for a temporary recess. The judge didn’t make things difficult; after so many questions, he seemed to need a rest himself. After knocking on the door for a temporary recess, he hurriedly left.

I helped Ms. Chen to her seat, and looking at her red, tear-filled eyes, I didn’t know how to comfort her. I just kept praising her for her good behavior and courage. Ms. Chen rubbed her eyes vigorously with a handkerchief, then looked up and asked me softly, almost with great grievance, "Attorney Ma, why is she so fixated on these questions?"

"Ms. Chen, don't worry. Her pressing questioning style is a common tactic used by lawyers. They often have witnesses repeat known facts to find inconsistencies in their testimonies. This shows they've run out of options and can only provoke you with these embarrassing questions, hoping you'll make a mistake in your answer."

"My answers...were there...any problems?"

"Ah, no. Absolutely not. Didn't you see that Attorney Tang couldn't find a single flaw in your answers? Your performance was excellent, even better than I expected."

"Will she...ask anything else?"

"Don't worry, everything's been asked, right? I believe she's run out of tricks. But she's right about one thing: once you've released this heavy burden from your heart, you'll feel better."

Ms. Chen nodded, seemingly feeling much better.

Although I tried my best to comfort Ms. Chen, I was still a little unsure of myself.

Judging from Tang Jiahui's performance, she must have made some careful preparations, and it was hard to believe she would give up so easily. Although she hadn't gained anything useful in the exchange just now, she might still have some follow-up moves. My heart tightened. I really didn't expect this female lawyer to be so difficult to deal with. A few days ago, she deliberately held back, avoiding my attacks. After my offensive ended, she attacked from an unexpected angle, which perfectly exemplified the military strategy of avoiding the strong and attacking the weak, catching me completely off guard.

However, in the end, victory still depends on strength. Overturning the jury's established opinion is not something that can be done casually. Tang Jiahui, we'll see. I secretly vowed to myself that I would make this female lawyer, who had never lost before, stumble before me.

Chapter Two

The jurors returned to the courtroom one after another. Tang Jiahui and the defendant sat side by side, but both had serious expressions and hardly spoke, and I wondered what they were thinking. After everyone was seated, Tang Jiahui walked straight to the judge, carrying a briefcase. She placed it flat on the table, lifted the briefcase, and turned her back to everyone, allowing the judge to see inside alone.

I noticed the judge's sudden look of surprise when he saw what was inside, and a bad feeling crept into my mind. What was Tang Jiahui up to? Had she made some new discovery?

Tang Jiahui and the judge whispered to each other for a while, seemingly trying to get the judge's approval. Finally, the judge slowly nodded.

Seeing this, I inwardly groaned. I had absolutely no idea what was in the briefcase. What could it be? Had Tang Jiahui discovered some new piece of evidence that I was unaware of? The only thing I was certain of was that it contained something detrimental to our side. My heart began to pound erratically.

This mystery didn't last long. Tang Jiahui, holding the briefcase, gracefully turned around and loudly addressed our seats, "Ms. Chen, could I ask you to cooperate with me on an experiment?"

"What experiment?"

I quickly interrupted her. I knew any request she made couldn't be good.

She held the briefcase flat with one hand and slowly opened it, facing us.

Seeing its contents, I almost cried out in shock: neatly arranged inside were five flesh-colored penis models of varying lengths and thicknesses.

"Look, here are five penis models of different sizes. I hope Ms. Chen can determine approximately the thickness and length of the penis of the man who raped her that day."

My head buzzed, plunging into a chaotic mess. Good heavens, a young woman displaying such a contraption in public! Was this even acceptable? I could almost hear gasps of surprise coming from the jury. But I immediately realized this could only be a carefully designed trap. Regardless of how she wanted Ms. Chen to estimate the rapist's penis size, her aim was naturally to hope that Ms. Chen's estimate would be inaccurate compared to Zhao Taijiang's. Even if Ms. Chen's estimate was similar to Zhao Taijiang's, it wouldn't help the prosecution much. After all, there are countless men in the world with the same penis size. But if Ms. Chen's estimate was inaccurate, it would immediately shake the confidence the jurors had built up. And her suggestion to conduct such an experiment suggested that Zhao Taijiang's penis size might be somewhat unusual.

I had to applaud my opponent's insidious trick. It was truly astonishing that such a young woman could come up with such a method. I had no choice but to do everything in my power to stop this "experiment."

“Attorney Tang, what kind of experiment do you want my client to conduct?”

“It’s simple. Ms. Chen will put these molds in her mouth one by one and compare their size to that man’s penis. This way, Ms. Chen can help us roughly determine the thickness and length of that man’s penis.”

“What? Your Honor, I strongly object to conducting such an extremely…inappropriate experiment in such a serious and sacred setting as the courtroom. This experiment is neither scientific nor fair, and conducting it in such a public setting is a blatant insult to women’s dignity. It is yet another psychological trauma to the victim in this case. Your Honor, the defense attorney bringing these…things to court is itself a desecration of the law and a contempt for the court. I request that the court disregard the defense attorney’s unreasonable request.”

I emphasized my point, deliberately making it seem as if I found these things difficult to discuss. Sure enough, my righteous words made the judge hesitate. However, Tang Jiahui was not easily dealt with. She immediately retorted, "Your Honor, I disagree with the prosecution's view. These molds are made of soft plastic material based on the various sizes of ordinary people's sexual organs. How is it unscientific or unfair to use them to roughly estimate the actual size of a criminal's penis? As for other things, perhaps Attorney Ma has some ulterior motives? Otherwise, why would she bring up such serious accusations as blasphemy and contempt for the law?" She

was indeed sharp-tongued. However, I still seized the opportunity to humiliate her a bit: "Attorney Tang, I suspect you have little experience. Don't you know that every man's penis varies in size, can expand and contract, and can reach a very large size? How can your measurements be accurate?"

Sure enough, my words made her face change, and I seemed to hear laughter coming from the jury. Her face flushed slightly, and she said angrily to me, "Attorney Ma, please be serious. You know very well that we are talking about the size of the penis when fully erect. You can refuse to participate in this experiment if you want, I won't force you."

Before I could say anything more, the judge waved his hand and said, "You should stop arguing. It is up to the plaintiff, Ms. Chen, to decide whether to participate in the experiment."

I had finally gained the upper hand and was just letting out a sigh of relief when Ms. Chen, sitting next to me, blurted out, "I'm done."

My anger flared. In court, letting emotions cloud judgment is the worst thing you can do. I could understand Ms. Chen's kind thoughts, but to compromise without discussing it with me, even if it's a small compromise, is a huge miscalculation.

Sigh, she's so naive. Her words put me in a dilemma.

I glanced around the hall; from the jurors' expressions, I knew they were just looking for a spectacle and naturally hoped Ms. Chen would cooperate. If I insisted on preventing her cooperation, it would definitely displease them. I quickly calculated that if the experiment results were truly unsatisfactory, I still had many excuses to try and mitigate the negative consequences, though it would require more persuasion. But if the result was in our favor, then Tang Jiahui would have shot herself in the foot.

Having figured this out, I deliberately feigned dissatisfaction and said to Tang Jiahui, "So, Attorney Tang, how do you plan to let us know your client's true size after the experiment?"

"You don't need to worry about that. I will present photos in court that everyone can accept."

My attempt to embarrass her was easily countered, leaving me feeling rather disappointed. She had clearly planned this all along, and I had a feeling I wouldn't gain any advantage in this round. However, I was genuinely curious about how this lawyer would take such photos. Did she really have the man strip naked, stimulate his penis to its maximum, and then take photos on the spot?

"Ms. Chen, for accurate measurements, do you agree to have your eyes covered?"

"I... okay."

Ms. Chen sat back down in the witness stand, her eyes blindfolded by Tang Jiahui.

The entire hall fell silent, everyone's attention focused on the two of them.

I felt an unnatural tension and a subtle excitement. Curiosity also began to take over; I was also eager to see how Ms. Chen would put these dildos in her mouth.

Tang Jiahui picked up the smallest dildo and said to Ms. Chen, who was blindfolded, "Ms. Chen, these five molds, from smallest to largest, are number one, two, three, four, and five. Let's estimate the thickness of that man's penis first. If you think the thickness of the mold you're putting in your mouth is about the same as that man's, just tell me. Ms. Chen, are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

As she spoke, Tang Jiahui had already pinched the base of the thinnest dildo and placed the glans-shaped end near Ms. Chen's open mouth, slowly inserting it along her lower lip.

Ms. Chen felt the dildo inserted into her mouth and immediately took it in.

In that instant, everyone's eyes were focused on her mouth—a pair of lips painted with lipstick holding an almost indistinguishable dildo. This sudden, sexy scene must have made everyone's heart race.

My lower body also suddenly swelled up at this moment. The stimulating scene I witnessed made my whole body extremely hot. I felt a pang of guilt, but I couldn't control my masculine instincts. I bit my lower lip, trying my best to observe Ms. Chen's movements.

Ms. Chen paused only slightly before immediately spitting out the small dildo. She shook her head, firmly denying its size.

I knew few men would have such a small penis; such a tiny mold was probably just for fooling people. Seeing that Ms. Chen hadn't fallen for it, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Jiahui put the small dildo back, but instead of taking one after another in order, she jumped over and picked up the second thicker mold. It seemed this female lawyer was not only incredibly bold but also extremely cunning. She didn't overlook even such small details. I felt once again that I had truly met a formidable opponent. I silently watched as Ms. Chen opened her mouth wide and tightly took the head of the suddenly enlarged dildo into her mouth.

This time, Ms. Chen didn't spit it out immediately, seemingly desperately trying to recall and compare the size of the dildo that had raped her.

Such a lewd image was imprinted in my mind for a long time.

She finally spat it out, but didn't say anything. I waited anxiously for her reaction. But she didn't say anything in the end, just asked Tang Jiahui to try another one for her.

I wasn't sure if this was a good thing. Judging from Zhao Taijiang's build, his penis shouldn't be very thin; it might just be this one. The thickest one was a bit too thick.

Tang Jiahui's next choice was actually the thickest one, almost stretching Ms. Chen's mouth to its maximum. But Ms. Chen quickly spat it out and shook her head in rejection. Then Tang Jiahui chose the medium-thick one and had Ms. Chen slowly take it into her mouth.

I watched with wide eyes as the penis went into her mouth and was held still again. I knew she roughly felt that this penis was close to the man's actual thickness, and I felt a little relieved. It seemed her senses were not bad. As long as her guess was about the same thickness as the real penis, she could be considered to have won this round.

She maintained this stillness and finally slowly spat it out. But she didn't say anything.

I desperately wanted to observe Tang Jiahui's expression. Unfortunately, I couldn't see her face from where I was sitting. I was sure she was incredibly nervous. My gaze swept across the jury box, where everyone stared wide-eyed, completely absorbed in this rare and sensual scene. Two men were practically speechless with astonishment. I turned away with a hint of disdain. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the man sitting at the very edge of the last row, his hand seemingly moving between his legs. I was utterly stunned. Good heavens, in such a setting, to...

My mind went blank; I could hardly believe my eyes. In over a decade as a lawyer, I had never witnessed anything so unbelievable. I stared at him again for a moment; he was undoubtedly watching the witness stand while simultaneously engaging in sexual activity through his pants. I shook my head helplessly, regretting not having been more careful in selecting the jurors. However, these men all had respectable professions, and their conduct seemed upright; how could I have possibly seen the filth and obscenity within them?

I stopped being distracted and turned my head helplessly, watching Ms. Chen's progress nervously.

Ms. Chen had now taken the second thinnest penis into her mouth. I could see she hesitated slightly before resolutely spitting it out, slowly shaking her head.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I believed she would guess one of the two medium and medium-thick penises. Whichever she guessed, the thickness should be roughly right.

Ms. Chen asked Tang Jia Hui to let her try the medium-thick one she had just taken in. Lipstick smeared on the wet mold. This time, she not only slowly took it in, but also moved her head back and forth, as if trying to feel the thickness of the penis in her mouth. Her back-and-forth movement made it seem like she was actually giving a man oral sex. My lower body throbbed violently, my pants bulged high, and my whole body felt hot.

Ms. Chen spat out the penis again and asked Tang Jia Hui to let her try the second mold she had taken in, the second thickest one. Sure enough, Miss Chen hesitated between the two penises for a while, sucked on them a couple more times, and finally decided on the medium-thickness one.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't tell from Tang Jiahui's expression who benefited more from the outcome, but I hoped the thickness wouldn't be too far off from Zhao Taijiang's actual size.

“Miss Chen, now let’s estimate the length of that man’s penis. I’ll use the mold you just confirmed. It’s quite long; you just need to take it into your mouth as far as it was last inserted, and we can measure the approximate length. Would you prefer me to hold it, or would you like to control it yourself?”

“I’ll hold it myself.”

I suddenly remembered that when Tang Jiahui asked Miss Chen questions, she mentioned twice that Miss Chen’s nose touched that man’s body, and asked Miss Chen to confirm that she had taken the man’s entire penis into her mouth at that time. It seems that question was a foreshadowing of this penis measurement. In that case, Tang Jiahui is truly cunning; every step she took today was planned. If I’m not careful, I might really lose this almost-in-a-lifetime victory.

I focused my attention back on Miss Chen.

This time, Miss Chen took the penis herself, tilted her head slightly, and began to slowly insert it into her mouth. The stimulating scene was once again presented to everyone. I kept suppressing the urge within me; my lower body was aching from the strain in my pants. After taking only a small portion into her mouth, Miss Chen stopped, her flushed cheeks bulging as she tightly gripped the penis, seemingly reaching its limit. She spat it out. Good heavens. That's too short. I can't believe it's only that short.

Miss Chen took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide again, taking it in quite a bit more this time. She grasped the base of the penis with her hand and began to move it in and out of her mouth, pushing it even deeper. Her thrusting motion resembled real oral sex, undoubtedly greatly increasing the stimulation of the scene. I couldn't bear the stimulation of this scene and had to turn my head away to try and distract myself. At this moment, I saw the rather shameless juror seeming to be moving his hand even harder between his legs.

Miss Chen suddenly spat out the penis with a cry and coughed violently. Clearly, she had just tried to forcefully inhale the penis, attempting to take it to the deepest part of her mouth, resulting in nausea and vomiting. The lipstick mark of Miss Chen's lips was clearly imprinted on the penis. What unsettled me was that she only took it in to a depth of about seven or eight centimeters. It seemed that most men's penises were longer than that.

Tang Jiahui looked at Ms. Chen and asked her in a feignedly gentle and considerate tone, "Ms. Chen, have you taken it in to the same depth as the other day? Would you like to try again?"

"...Hmm. It seems like that's about it..."

"Are you sure?"

"...Not really sure. But..."

"Why don't you try again?"

I couldn't figure out what Tang Jiahui was planning by having Ms. Chen try again. I saw Ms. Chen take a few more breaths and then take the penis back into her mouth, then forcefully thrust it in with her hand. This time, the penis went even deeper into her mouth than before. I could see her throat trembling with each thrust, as if the penis couldn't go any further, reaching the bottom of her mouth. She tilted her head back high, whimpering a low sound during the final thrust. She could no longer hold on, abruptly pulling the penis from her mouth, bending over, and vomiting on the spot with a series of loud coughs. I rushed over, gently patting her back, staring coldly at Tang Jiahui.

Tang Jiahui completely ignored my gaze, taking the penis from Ms. Chen's hand, carefully pinching the length Ms. Chen had taken into her mouth, and turning around to display it to the judge and jury.

I tried to observe Tang Jiahui's expression, but couldn't discern any joy or sorrow from her.

Seeing Ms. Chen's discomfort, the judge loudly announced that the court was now adjourned and the trial would continue in the afternoon.

I then realized I had fallen behind again; I hadn't had a chance to find out the exact size of Zhao Taijiang's penis that morning. This meant I had lost the initiative and couldn't prepare the most suitable defense strategy before the afternoon's hearing. For the first time, I felt extremely frustrated. I had rarely encountered such a passive situation in my legal career. This Tang Jiahui seemed to have exceptional skills, managing to create chaos and confusion in a case that was destined to be lost.

Now only Ms. Chen and I remained in the courtroom. With a heavy heart, I helped her back to her seat. Somewhat displeased, I scolded her, "Ms. Chen, how could you so readily decide to accept their experiment without even asking me? Your impulsiveness is giving them a perfect opportunity to exploit you! How many times did I repeatedly remind you before the trial? To consult me before doing anything in court. Now, I finally gained the upper hand, but you've let me..." Seeing

tears welling in her eyes, I couldn't bear to continue.

"Attorney Ma, I'm sorry... I thought..."

"Sigh..."

"Attorney Ma, are we going to lose this case? I..."

"Ah, well, it's hard to say right now. It depends on what Attorney Tang does next. However, we are indeed at a disadvantage. Originally..." "

It's all my fault. I... I really... can't bear to see that guy get away with it. Attorney Ma, please think of a way." Tears finally rolled down her cheeks. Looking at her pitiful expression, I suddenly realized that I, too, couldn't control my emotions. This was a situation I hadn't encountered in a long time since I started practicing law. Feeling sympathy for one's client can easily lead to impulsiveness and irrationality. This was a lesson I learned after several failures. But now I was in this predicament again. Looking at Ms. Chen's beautiful face so closely, especially thinking about the image of her small lips holding the penis, I couldn't control myself.

"Ms. Chen, if I may be so bold, did you really take that mold into your mouth to the depth the man penetrated?"

"I...I really...don't know...I..."

"It's alright, Ms. Chen. Think about it again. I know this is difficult for you. But we must be wary of Attorney Tang's possible attacks."

"You know, it was incredibly uncomfortable when it went in, the feeling was exactly the same as last time. I...I shouldn't have been so foolish as to agree to do this experiment."

"Remember, if you're asked again, just say you can't remember the size. Understand?"

"Understood."

Looking at her, I knew there was no point in saying anything more. I could only comfort her, reassure her, and tell her that Tang Jia Hui might not have any other drastic measures. I will be prepared for any possible changes and block every move the defense lawyer makes.

But I know Tang Jiahui will not be easy to deal with.

Chapter 3

In the afternoon, I arrived at the courtroom early and sat alone in my seat, lost in thought.

I considered all the possible sizes of Zhao Taijiang's penis and prepared an explanation for each scenario. As long as his size wasn't extremely large or small, I could find a way to justify Ms. Chen's experimental results. Could his size really be so extreme? I couldn't imagine that Tang Jiahui could show no excitement whatsoever if that were the case. I hoped this extreme scenario wouldn't occur. After all, such a large penis is quite rare, isn't it? However, I just roughly measured my own penis with a tape measure in the bathroom, and I found that its thickness when swollen was no less than that of the second largest penis model. What surprised me most was its length when erect, reaching 15 centimeters. If Zhao Taijiang's penis was also that large, this case would be quite troublesome. Differences in penis thickness might be understandable. But Ms. Chen could only take in about 9 or 10 centimeters, at most 11 centimeters; this difference is difficult to explain. Of course, Zhao Taijiang's penis might not be that large. But I dare not be careless. What if it really is that large? Besides pointing out the difference between a mold and a real penis, another point to emphasize is that Ms. Chen's memory under such extreme fear might be inaccurate. But these methods might not be effective.

I fell into deep thought until Ms. Chen came to my side, which jolted me out of my reverie.

She wore a blue floral dress, its conservative style unable to conceal her captivating youthful figure. For some reason, it seemed I had only just discovered her beauty. In previous encounters, I had treated her as just another client, never feeling anything special. Now, I felt the pressure of this case again from her delicate and poignant face.

The judge promptly announced the start of the hearing. First, the defendant's lawyer explained the results of the morning's experiment.

My nervousness surprised even myself. Tang Jiahui strode to the front of the table and took out the No. 3 and No. 4 penis models that Ms. Chen had identified that morning from her briefcase. She addressed the jurors and judge, saying, “Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen, the diameter of this No. 3 model is 16 millimeters, and the diameter of this No. 4 model is 20 millimeters. Based on Ms. Chen’s judgment, the girth of this person’s penis is close to that of the 16-millimeter model. Considering that Ms. Chen hesitated between these two models, we can fairly determine that the diameter of this person’s penis should be between 16 and 20 millimeters, perhaps closer to 17 or 18 millimeters.”

Tang Jiahui’s reasoning was fairly sound. But the more she presented herself as fair, the more it suggested that she had even more compelling arguments to come.

She continued unhurriedly, “Judging from the depth Ms. Chen took it in this morning, the length of that person’s penis should be between 80 and 100 millimeters, and should not exceed 105 millimeters.” At this point, the female lawyer paused slightly. I knew perfectly well that this pause was meant to draw everyone's attention and emphasize what she was about to say. I knew it was time to reveal the truth. My heart was pounding with nervousness.

"According to my measurements, the actual diameter of this defendant Mr. Zhao's penis when erect is 21 millimeters, while its total length is—148 millimeters, one millimeter thicker than this size four penis model, and almost the same length as the model itself."

Ah! I exclaimed inwardly. Sure enough, the result I least wanted had occurred. This Zhao Taijiang's thing really was that big. Although I had anticipated this, when the moment actually arrived, my mind was still in turmoil.

"Here are two photographs of my client's penis. Your Honor, may I present them to everyone in court?"

"This judge grants your permission."

I knew, of course, that her pretentious act was to attract everyone's attention and make a lasting impression on the jurors.

Tang Jiahui produced two large photographs. One was a profile shot of Zhao Taijiang, naked from the waist down, his penis protruding like a black banana. The other was a magnified close-up of his penis, alongside which was a ruler and a model of a thick penis, clearly showing its girth and length.

She passed the photographs around among the jurors, eventually reaching me. The photographs seemed irrefutable. When Ms. Chen saw the weapon she firmly believed to be the murder weapon in my hands, her face turned deathly pale.

I knew this would be the toughest trial yet. It was time to fight back. I took a deep breath, calmed my turbulent emotions, and stood up to request to speak. After receiving the judge's permission, I strode to the table not far from the jurors, cleared my throat, and began my prepared statement: "Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to ask you to imagine this. When a girl, a young, inexperienced, pure, and innocent girl, on a lonely and helpless night, is blindfolded by a vicious thug and forced to humiliatingly take the most filthy, ugly, and shameful male genitalia—something every decent woman would be ashamed to face—into her mouth and is frantically thrust into, she—can she still rationally and accurately remember such a thing?" Could she accurately determine the thickness and length of the murder weapon inserted into her mouth? Could she—could she? Imagine that again. Months later, could a person still distinguish whether a penis was 16mm, 18mm, 20mm, or 21mm thick? Could she? Could she, months later, clearly state exactly where deep inside her mouth the murder weapon was? Could she? Could she?

I launched into a long string of strongly worded questions, using my most effective oratory style, forcefully injecting my arguments into the minds of the jurors, who were somewhat stunned by my questions.

I continued, relentlessly staring at them, “Yes. She didn’t accurately estimate the criminal’s penis to be 21 millimeters thick. Yes. She also didn’t realize that the criminal’s penis had penetrated more than 140 millimeters into her mouth. But are we going to punish her for not accurately recalling the size of the criminal’s weapon months later, for making her watch as the habitual offender who brutally raped her, violently deprived her of her most precious virginity, inhumanely ejaculated into her mouth, and repeatedly violated women continues to go unpunished and harm women? Can you bear to do that? Can you?”

My coherent, complex, and forceful sentences clearly had a huge impact on the audience. Based on my experience, if we let them decide the defendant’s guilt or innocence now, our chances of winning this case should be over 80 or 90%. But I knew that I was already on the defensive, and at best, I could only barely turn the situation around; there was no room for optimism. Next, that charming and eloquent young female lawyer will brainwash the jurors. I have to find ways to plug any possible loopholes to guard against her various attacks.

"I think you all know clearly without me saying it that these cold, lifeless molds are vastly different from a real, flesh-and-blood man's penis. The accuracy of this experiment itself is highly questionable, and the method of the experiment is a great humiliation and mental burden for Ms. Chen, rubbing salt into her already wounded heart. Yet, Ms. Chen overcame enormous psychological pressure and cooperated very well with the defendant's unreasonable experiment. But can we bear to sit here and watch her suffer another blow to her body and mind? Since all the evidence has irrefutably shown that the defendant, Zhao Taijiang, raped Ms." Why should we get bogged down in such trivial details—millimeters and centimeters—that prove nothing? Must we continue this absurd and ingenious experiment to further confirm Zhao Taijiang's guilt? Must we subject Ms. Chen to another penetration by the defendant to reaffirm his already undisputed criminal status? Ladies and gentlemen, I have finished speaking. My final request is that you use the most basic common sense to judge whether the defendant is guilty. Thank you.”

I saw tears welling in Ms. Chen's eyes; she was clearly moved by my emotional speech.

Although I sounded very agitated when I said those words, I was actually quite calm inside. This is an essential quality for a lawyer. However, seeing Ms. Chen's expression now, I was also somewhat moved.

As I walked to my seat, I stole glances at Tang Jiahui's expression. Her expression remained as calm as I had expected. I wondered what unexpected tricks she had up her sleeve.

Tang Jiahui not only stood up quickly, but to my surprise, she didn't seem to want to say anything to refute me. She simply said to the judge calmly and clearly, "Your Honor, please allow me to ask my witness, Ms. Su, to come forward and testify."

What? Witness Ms. Su?

I was completely stunned. She found a witness at this last moment? What kind of witness could this be? I knew I was once again completely on the defensive. It was like two people dueling. When I used all my strength to deliver my final blow, it felt like hitting cotton. The enemy completely ignored it and even had the strength to launch an offensive I had never anticipated. This sudden change in the situation shattered the confidence I had just painstakingly gathered. I knew that witnesses appearing in court at times like this would be incredibly powerful.

Sigh, since this morning, I've been on the defensive, falling behind in every move. Was I just going to sit here and wait to be defeated?

Reluctantly, I stood up, making a final stand: "Your Honor, I object to introducing new, unnecessary witnesses when the trial is essentially over. Clearly, the defendant is unreasonably and deliberately delaying the entire trial, creating more obstacles for the case."

The judge glanced at me, then turned to Tang Jiahui, calmly saying, "This judge agrees to the defense attorney's request. Ms. Su, please come forward to testify."

I had anticipated the judge's bias towards Tang Jiahui, but I was still very disappointed. I forced myself to stay focused, silently watching a flamboyantly dressed young woman being led to the witness stand. After all, I've been a lawyer for many years, and encountering unexpected witnesses is nothing new. The key in these situations is to concentrate, try to find loopholes in the witness's testimony, or simply try to prove the witness's credibility is unreliable. Judging from this woman's flamboyant attire, perhaps there's an opportunity.

As I was thinking this, Ms. Su, who had already sworn an oath, began asking questions: "Ms. Su, could you tell us your name and profession?"

"Attorney Tang, don't you know everything? My name is Su Ling, stage name Qiu Yan. You can just call me Qiu Yan. My profession is prostitute. If any of you need special services, you can contact me. My phone number..."

What? A prostitute? I simply couldn't connect a prostitute with a case. Qiu Yan's opening remarks shocked almost everyone.

Qiu Yan's words were interrupted by Tang Jiahui: "Thank you, Miss Qiu Yan. Could you tell us how long you've been a prostitute?"

"Don't mention it. I've been doing this for at least three or four years. I'm very experienced, you know. Anyone who doesn't believe me can try it, I guarantee you'll be satisfied..."

"Miss Qiu Yan, may I ask you some detailed questions about sex today?"

"Of course. Since you're so kind, Attorney Tang, I'll definitely teach you everything I know." Qiu Yan's unintentional words teased Tang Jiahui, who was also a woman, making me chuckle inwardly. Tang Jiahui's face seemed to turn red; it seemed she knew embarrassment.

"So, Miss Qiuyan, may I ask you, when you're working as a prostitute, have you ever performed oral sex on a client?"

"Ah, you mean blowjob? Of course! Don't all men like that?"

"So, Miss Qiuyan, you often perform oral sex on clients?"

"Yes, that's right. Let me tell you, when it comes to blowjobs, I'm one of the best in our district. If you really want to learn, I'll teach you a few tricks, I guarantee your man will..."

"Miss Qiuyan, do you remember the first time you performed oral sex on someone?"

"Ah, how could I not remember? That bastard. I had just started working as a prostitute, I didn't know any techniques, and that bastard insisted I perform oral sex on him. I refused, but he forced himself on me."

"And then?"

"And then? My mother had to get involved! There was no way around it. I get angry just thinking about that guy."

"Could you..."

"That guy was really big, he kept pushing it in. I don't know how many times I threw up."

“Miss Qiuyan, I’d like you to assess whether you’ve ever encountered a penis the size of this mold before.”

Hearing this, I began to understand, vaguely guessing what direction Tang Jiahui was aiming for.

Tang Jiahui took out the size four penis model and showed it to Qiuyan.

"Ah, this is big. I've seen quite a few, but it's certainly not very common."

"So, Miss Qiuyan, do you think you could take such a big penis all the way into your mouth?"

"All the way? That... is impossible. This cock is so thick and long, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless it's Haihehua from our area. She's an unusual person; they say she can really do deep throat. We don't usually need to take it all the way in. Let me tell you, the trick is actually very simple: just hold the bottom with both hands, and that way you won't be penetrated too deeply."

"So, Miss Qiuyan, based on your experience, it's very difficult for an untrained woman to take such a long penis all the way into her mouth at once?" "

Of course. Even if you learn how to give a blowjob, you might not be able to. Many women probably can't take it all the way in their entire lives..."

"What if a man forces you to force it in?"

"That won't work either. Think about it, a person's mouth is only so big; no matter how hard he tries, he can't get it in. The first time, wasn't it because that bastard forced it in? He hurt himself, and he could only get it halfway in."

"According to what you just said, there are still women who can take such a large penis all the way in. Is that right?"

"Yes."

"How can one do that?"

"Ah, that's right. If you really want to take it all in, just learning the licking technique isn't enough; you also have to learn how to get that thing down your throat. That's called deep throat. But it's easier said than done. Of all the women I know, I've only heard of Haihehua being able to do that."

"What if someone forcefully inserts it into you passively? Won't it get pushed down your throat?"

"No, it won't. Everyone's throat and mouth have that much angle. If you don't specifically coordinate the angle, no matter how hard he tries, it won't go down your throat. If you don't have much experience, it's hard to get the angle right right away. Even if you get the angle right, it's not easy. Try it yourself if you don't believe me." "

So, according to your judgment, it's impossible for a woman who has never had sexual experience to swallow such a long penis all the way in her mouth the first time she performs oral sex on a man?" "

Wow, if she's really that good, then she's a born prostitute!"

"Miss Qiuyan, please answer my question directly: Is it possible for a woman who has never had sexual experience to swallow such a long penis completely into her mouth during her first time performing oral sex on a man? Is it possible? Or impossible?"

"Impossible."

"Very good. Thank you, Ms. Qiuyan. I have finished asking my questions. Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen, you have all heard Ms. Qiuyan's testimony. From her testimony, we know that the penis of the man who raped Ms. Chen could not possibly be as long and thick as this size four model; otherwise, we cannot explain why Ms. Chen could swallow the entire penis into her mouth, to the point that her nose touched the man's body. Therefore, we can be certain that the defendant, Mr. Zhao, is clearly not the man who raped Ms. Chen. Moreover, we can determine that the penis of the man who raped Ms. Chen was approximately 16 to 18 millimeters thick and 90 to 105 millimeters long. According to the National Medical Statistics Yearbook, the average diameter of a normal adult male's penis is approximately 16.5 millimeters, and the average length is approximately 110 millimeters. This matches the size of that man's penis. Mr. Zhao's unusually large penis size is completely inconsistent with the man described by Ms. Chen. I have finished speaking, thank you all."

Tang Jiahui, oh Tang Jiahui, truly lives up to her reputation. My heart began to pound rapidly, and I felt my brain was not working properly. Her reasoning was clearly flawed; she used others' experiences to prove that Ms. Chen couldn't have taken the entire penis into her mouth, which obviously contained a logical loophole. But which of these jurors would care about the rigor of their logic? In their hearts, they were already convinced that Ms. Chen couldn't possibly have done that kind of deep throat. Using such flawed reasoning to influence jurors' opinions is a common and sophisticated tactic in court, one I myself often use.

Now I understand why Tang Jiahui completely disregarded my attack. She really didn't need to say anything. Her attack wasn't on whether Ms. Chen's memory was accurate, but on using flawed reasoning to deny the possibility that Ms. Chen could have taken such a large penis into her mouth, thus creating the impression that the defendant couldn't be the rapist. Moreover, Tang Jiahui cleverly used Qiu Yan, the third party, to state this reasoning, making it seem objective and fair, further deepening the jurors' impression.

This seemingly casual prostitute's words, seemingly without authority, were actually very powerful. For inexperienced jurors, creating just one impression was enough. Although she was just a prostitute, she was straightforward by nature, making it easy for people to believe that what she said was true. I had to applaud my opponent. I hadn't even considered such a bold yet perfectly reasonable tactic beforehand. My thoughts were now completely chaotic, and I couldn't find a suitable response strategy.

Tang Jiahui's conversation with this prostitute had also deeply hurt Miss Chen. Her face turned extremely pale, her ashen face flushing red and then white, her eyes staring blankly ahead, her weak body almost collapsing. But time didn't allow me to think any further; the judge was already asking me if I had any questions for cross-examination of the witnesses called by the defendant.

I forced myself to find fault with her: "Qiuyan...Miss, you've been a prostitute for so many years, how many men have you given oral sex to?"

"...Hundreds, maybe thousands? I can't remember that many. Anyway..."

"Then, have you ever seen other prostitutes give oral sex to men?"

"Yes, I have. Sometimes a man wants two services at the same time, and we take turns giving him blowjobs."

"Does this happen often?"

"No."

"Then how do you know other prostitutes can't take that size of penis all the way into their mouths?"

"...I've done it, of course I know. And we often talk about it with each other. Aren't we the ones who have done it the most knowledgeable?"

"So, you assert that someone can't take that size of penis all the way into their mouth because you've never seen anyone do it, is that right?"

"...Yes. If you don't believe me, fine. I didn't ask you to believe me. If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself. Why would I lie to you? Go try it..."

"If it was forced insertion, you have no idea how deep it could have gone; it's all just guessing, right?" "

...So what if it's a guess? Why don't you try it yourself?"

"Okay. Since you're just speculating and guessing, I have no more questions. Thank you."

I had to quickly end the conversation with Qiu Yan. On the surface, she seemed unreasonable, but I knew very well that her aggressive, shameless answers were actually quite convincing. No one could guarantee that the penis Ms. Chen had taken in was actually that big; after all, she couldn't replicate that with the molds she used for testing. This unverifiable matter depended entirely on whose version the jurors would believe. I knew the case was now extremely likely to lose. Needless to say, few jurors still believed Ms. Chen could actually take in such a large penis; once they had doubts, it was impossible to convict Zhao Taijiang.

After Qiu Yan left, I cleared my throat and began my final effort: "Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen, we have seen that what Qiu Yan, the prostitute, said has little real basis; it is entirely her personal speculation and conjecture..."

"Your Honor, I disagree with Attorney Ma's opinion. Miss Qiu Yan's judgment is based on her many years of professional experience and has undeniable authority..."

My words were abruptly interrupted by Tang Jiahui, which surprised me. However, I didn't have much of a chance of winning anyway, and engaging in a courtroom debate with her might muddy the waters. I immediately retorted, "Attorney Tang, do you really think a prostitute's testimony has any authority?"

"Attorney Ma, please treat everyone with respect and equality."

"I have great respect for Ms. Qiuyan herself, but I question her baseless and arbitrary inferences. Does a prostitute's opinion not deserve questioning?"

"Attorney Ma, you should know that Ms. Qiuyan has more authority to speak on issues like oral sex than any of us here. Her experience..."

"Attorney Tang, of course I know that she may be the most experienced in performing oral sex on men. But her logical reasoning is terrible. She actually assumes that if she can't do it, then no one else can either. This..."

"Attorney Ma, she doesn't just infer others' abilities based on her own. Most of the people she knows are in the same profession as her. She's made a very reasonable judgment based on the experience of many people, which is perfectly acceptable." "

The experience of many people? She herself admits that she rarely witnesses other people performing oral sex. How can she have the experience of many people? Does she ask every prostitute she meets how deep they can penetrate?"

“Attorney Ma, please don’t try to argue. Miss Qiuyan’s professional environment is something you can’t possibly understand…”

“Professional environment? I can’t understand it, but how do you understand it?”

“Attorney Ma! Let’s not get bogged down in these trivial matters. Let’s get back to the core issue: can Miss Chen actually take such a large penis entirely into her mouth?”

“You’re the one who brought Qiuyan here. If her words are irrelevant…”

“Attorney Ma, please don’t misinterpret me. We should address the most fundamental question: can Miss Chen actually take such a large penis, like a size four mold, entirely into her mouth?”

“Quiet. Quiet. All of you, stop arguing and speak one at a time.” The judge slammed his gavel, interrupting our argument and ordering us to maintain order. I glanced nervously at the jurors; judging from their expressions, this case was truly going to be lost.

“Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen, in the experiment Miss Chen conducted this morning, she could only take half the length of a size three mold into her mouth. Doesn’t this clearly demonstrate that her ability to take an even larger penis entirely into her mouth is highly questionable?”

"Ha, you're bringing up that absurd experiment again. Do you really think a cold, hard plastic mold is the same as a man's penis?"

"Attorney Ma, a mold and a penis may differ, but this experiment at least shows that Ms. Chen simply cannot take such a long penis into her mouth."

"Attorney Tang, we don't need to discuss whether Ms. Chen could willingly take such a large penis into her mouth. The important thing is that the penis was forcibly inserted into Ms. Chen's mouth. Isn't that right?"

"Attorney Ma, Ms. Qiu Yan has clearly told us that whether it's voluntary or forced doesn't make much difference; the angle between the mouth and throat isn't..."

"Attorney Tang, do you really believe that prostitute's words? She merely made some conjectures based on her own experience, and you actually take her words as authoritative? Isn't that ridiculous?"

"Attorney Ma, you're now almost resorting to sophistry, deliberately circling back to the point. Don't you think..."

Just then, Ms. Chen suddenly fainted in her seat, causing a commotion. The judge quickly banged the gavel, announcing that the trial was adjourned for the day and would resume early the next morning.

I helped Ms. Chen up. She gradually regained consciousness, a string of tears streaming from the corner of her eye, leaving a wet trail on her face.

I was too guilty to speak. Because of my underestimation of the situation, a case that was almost won had been lost so easily; the blow to her was immense.

A dull ache rose in my heart.

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