[The Case of a Corruption in Ping] (139-152) Author: Long Live Long Live Long Live

Author: Long live Long live Long live Long live
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(139) Han Moulu Case 3, 4D Movie

"How come you~ listened?" In the darkness of the movie theater, the man said in broken Chinese.

Han Moulu's last line of defense also collapsed. She had to take the initiative to use her female genitals to entangle
the man 's penis.

Afraid of hurting herself, Han Moulu in the movie theater stuck out her buttocks and used a difficult, very undignified,
but very stimulating position to control her buttocks above the man's legs. She pressed one hand on
the man's prickly, hairy thigh and used the other hand to reach under her buttocks, and soon
touched the man's thing.

Han Moulu pinched the base of the thing with two fingers. She straightened the hot thing in her hand that
was swaying and made it point straight up. Under the man's pressure, she slowly sat down.

First, she felt the tip of the man's thing touch her swollen labia majora because of the stimulation of the movie.
It was a little crooked. It was very slippery. Then the man's penis squeezed against the woman's labia majora, pushing deeper into her body.

Han Moulu imagined that the labia majora on the side being pressed must have been sunken in.

The man's thing continued to move into her body. It didn't feel like a penis, but more like a
rebar , with a bump after every few smooth steps, creating a "thump" feeling. It
was like a train running on old-fashioned slotted rails. Of course, in John's own perception, he wasn't riding an old-fashioned freight train,
but a real chariot of fire, charging "seven miles" into the enemy lines.

After passing several bumps, Han Moulu's buttocks could feel the heat of the man's hairy thighs,
even touching the tips of the hair. Just as she was about to touch the man's thighs, Han Moulu suddenly felt that the man's
thing had reached the end inside her body!

And at this time, there was still some space left at the base of the man's thing. Han Moulu had to use both hands to hold onto
the back of the sofa in front of her, so that her hands could bear some of her weight and not suddenly sit down and hurt herself. If a man's penis is too long
and goes too deep, the woman's internal organs will be pushed upwards. As long as the movements aren't too rough,
there won't be any real damage. But sometimes women feel nauseous.

"You've fucked me open. You have to marry me," Han Moulu said to John in the darkness. Because she was sitting
on the man's lap, her head was now higher than his.

Thinking of her best friend marrying a foreigner, the woman thought finding a foreign man was good, better than Ying Sheng.

Perhaps she didn't understand. The man didn't answer, but continued to rub Han Moulu's face with his hands.
He pinched the woman's chin with one hand, turning it to face him, staring intently at her.

The woman couldn't stand being stared at and lowered her eyes.

Only then did the man kiss the woman's lips hard. Then he put one hand back on the woman
's genitals, gently pinching and playing with a small, muddy clitoris.

"I'm talking to you!" Han Moulu said anxiously, raising her legs and putting all her weight on
the man 's legs. He paddled with both hands on either side of his body. Using his penis as a pivot, he rotated 180
degrees, positioning himself face-to-face with the man. The excessively long penis caused some of Han Moulu's internal organs to shift.

At this moment, the woman lifted her legs and placed them on the man's shoulders, forcing her head to tilt back, resting
on the back of the sofa in front of her. Unconsciously, her long hair cascaded smoothly
onto the back of the seat in front of her.

The couple in front, startled by the sudden sight of a woman's long, snake-like hair spread across their chair back
, stopped their vigorous intercourse and looked back. The woman covered
her , while the man stood up.

Han Moulu realized the couple in the seats in front of her were watching her from behind. She felt
a little embarrassed. But she had more important things to do. She was waiting for the man's answer.

John seemed very anxious now; his situation meant he definitely wanted to move. But with a woman on top of him,
he couldn't move. He could only thrust his hips upwards rhythmically. The woman was being tossed and turned.
Just then, a man appeared in the front row.

"Gentlemen," a large head suddenly appeared. It was the middle-aged man in the front row who stood
up and spoke to John and Han Moulu in the back.

Han Moulu and John both stopped what they were doing.

"Interested in wife-swapping? I have a private room here. Shall we go together after the movie?"

Han Moulu was startled and quickly pulled down her short skirt, which the man had
lifted intertwined genitals and pubic hair. Although her clothes were relatively decent,
her current position was quite indecent. She hurriedly tried to remove her legs from the man's shoulders, but she couldn't move them
in her panic . Besides, the man didn't seem embarrassed at all and had no intention of
letting her change her position. After all, it was the woman's first time in such a place. John, on the other hand, was a seasoned veteran and completely controlled
the situation.

"What do you think?" John asked Han Moulu in broken Chinese.

The middle-aged man then realized that the man behind him was a foreigner who could speak Chinese.

"You actually wanted to agree to this!" Han Moulu was furious. "No. Absolutely not." Han Moulu
objected in a low voice. She was afraid the man in front would see that she had been penetrated, and wanted to maintain a ladylike demeanor.
She thought that way, no one would notice.

John, palms up, spread his hands flat at his sides and shook his head. It was a rejection.

The man wasn't giving up. "Four people," he held up four fingers, "clap clap clap..."

Han Moulu shook her head even more violently.

John had no choice but to wave his hands as well. Han Moulu's body was connected to John's; with John's wave,
her body swayed from side to side.

The man in front went back disappointed.

"How was it?" The woman in front, who hadn't seen what happened, asked hopefully.

"Theirs last longer, they're still going at it."

"The woman's getting fucked, why isn't she moaning? Is it because she's not good enough, or the man isn't satisfying her, so

she's unwilling?" "The foreign man is fine, but the woman isn't willing."

"A foreigner? Why didn't you say so sooner? I love having sex with foreigners. Such a great opportunity."
"Go and say it," came the voice of the woman in the front row. Han Moulu then realized the man in front was middle-aged, but
the woman was very young.

"Is the foreigner old or young?"

"Quite young."

"Oh dear, what's wrong with you!"

came the sound of the man stopping the woman. "He's with a woman of his own," the man said.

Then the man popped his head out again, handing her a business card. "This is my business card.
Feel free to contact me if you're interested anytime. Money is no problem."

Han Moulu realized the couple in front were just being coy and ignored them.

Han Moulu was very unhappy with the man's agreement. She felt he didn't value his woman at all. She continued
to remove her feet from the man's shoulders. She straightened her upper body, which had been lying back on the chair in front of her.
She wrapped her arms around the back of the man's neck. Thus, she knelt on the sofa on either side of the man's body with her legs spread apart.
Perhaps she was very careful, or perhaps the man's thing was too long and very flexible; throughout the entire process,
the part the man had inserted into her body didn't fall out.

Han Mou-lu straightened up, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and used her kneeling legs on either side of his body to support herself,
bouncing her body vigorously against him a couple of times. She felt the man's penis inside her
had moved from the front wall to the back wall. During the movement, the man's glans scraped against the inner wall of her vagina,
but it felt wonderful.

After a frenzied and vigorous exchange,
a thrilling came to an end.

"You've done this with me. You have to marry me," Han Mou-lu said to John afterward. At this point, she hadn't yet
revealed to the man that she was married, so her request was legitimate. All of this was recorded by Han Mou-lu in this
diary .

"But you're no longer a virgin!"

"Then you have to marry me even more!"

Although the diary only recorded trivial matters between men and women, a woman's personal privacy,
Zhang Mou-shun still sensed something unusual.

Han Mou-lu's persistent pursuit of John began. For this, she made enormous sacrifices. The diary reveals that
her boldness stemmed from a friend of hers, Qiu Xian, who had succeeded in the same way.

Qiu Xian had a foreign boyfriend, but he refused to marry her. Qiu Xian knew he was just
a stranger in China, looking for a free sex partner. He planned to make money in China,
then run away, saying things like "nobody owes anyone anything."

But Qiu Xian had already prepared for this. On one hand, she learned all the details about him;
on the other hand , she secretly kept his used condoms and went to the hospital for artificial insemination.

"One day your condom broke. You know that?" Finally, one day, Qiu Xian, heavily pregnant, confronted
her foreign boyfriend.

"How could that be? Have you been seeing other men? This is someone else's child?" The man knew the
consequences; if this woman complained in their country, the repercussions would be unpredictable. "How can you prove it's mine?"
the man demanded unreasonably.

Qiu Xian produced a report comparing the baby's and the man's DNA.

Many young Chinese men resent that Chinese women marrying Westerners, believing that "good grass is wasted on dogs." The psychological basis for this
mentality is the fear of not being able to find a wife. Even if married men
have this thought, it's not as strong.

After marrying a foreigner, language, lifestyle, habits, and customs become barriers to communication between the couple
. At this point, Chinese women can give up (at least superficially; or at
the —it's hard to truly give up something ingrained) their original language, lifestyle, habits, and
customs. They can eat food the foreigners aren't used to and live a lifestyle they're not comfortable with. But these aren't problems; unfamiliarity
can be overcome.

However, with foreign marriage, Chinese men are caught in a dilemma. If you insist on your original language,
lifestyle, habits, and customs, because Western women are generally more assertive, they won't be with you;
if you give up your language, lifestyle, habits, and customs for her, she will look down on you, think
you're a weak man, and still won't be with you.

Some say Western women don't marry Chinese men because Chinese men don't have chest hair. That's nonsense. There are now artificial hair transplants.
The cost is very low, and the results are very good. "She's been implanted with hair, does she want it?"

Since it's easy for Chinese women to marry foreigners, but difficult for Chinese men to marry foreigners, many Chinese men have
expressed dissatisfaction and opinions about Chinese women marrying foreigners. They believe that resources that aren't abundant in China are being wasted, and further consider this
phenomenon immoral. In fact, this is due to objective reasons, which is understandable; on the other hand, they should also face
reality .

China is not very wealthy yet, and it's very normal for women to marry foreigners. This is similar to rural China, where women from poorer
villages marry into wealthier villages, women from wealthier villages marry into towns, women from towns
marry into cities, and women from small cities marry into big cities. This is a pattern.

Han Moumou finally confirmed her relationship with John. On the one hand, she actively maintained and consolidated this
relationship ; on the other hand, she began negotiating a divorce agreement with Ying Sheng. The divorce matter has already been uncovered by the special investigation team.

In this bizarre relationship, one day, John approached Han Moulu with a distressed expression. "A
friend of mine is in great pain because his spouse isn't in China. I can't bear to see him suffer. So I need to find a solution."

"Isn't that easy? There are plenty of women in China. Just introduce him to one, right?" Han Moulu said.

"Don't introduce him to anyone yet," John said. "Someone has already made introductions. But many Chinese women are
not good. If you introduce one, the man might not agree, but the woman will cling to him and harass him. He can't refuse."

"Don't you dare slander Chinese women."

"That's just how it is," John said, feigning innocence. "

Then give me two days, and I'll help you find someone who promises not to cling to him." After saying this, Han Moulu
delayed for a few more days, anxious and worried that the man might find another woman to replace her. So there was
no result.

"What about my friend wanting to find a Chinese girlfriend?" One day, when the two
were having another affair, John asked Han Moulu again.

"Sure. I'll help him find it. That's easy. I haven't even asked yet, which friend is it?" Han Moulu said.
She knew quite a few of John's friends.

"McDonald."

"Which McDonald?" Women often struggled with symbols.

"We had tea together at the Dazhen Tea House once."

"That tall, fat, ruddy-faced old man?" Han Moulu felt a little relieved.

"He's not old. And his family is very wealthy."

"Okay. Age doesn't matter. What kind of woman is he looking for?"

"Someone as beautiful as you." "

Then it'll be me." "

Is it a deal?" "

Oh dear. I was just kidding. I'm your girlfriend. I can't date anyone else. How could you agree to
me being with someone else?" The woman lightly patted the man's back.

"Oh. I was just kidding too. But what if he insists on having you?"

"That won't do either! Is this allowed in your country?"

"Of course it is. Threesomes, foursomes, sex parties, everything. If you
come with me when I return to China, you'll have to adapt to this kind of life."

"I can't. I can't." Han Moulu quickly backed down and refused.

"He's a very nice guy. He's white too. He's got a big thing. Don't you like big ones?"
Before Han Mou-lu could even agree, John had already agreed to the marriage on her behalf.

"I'm sleeping with him, what are you going to do? I won't stand for it if you go and sleep with other women."

"I'll just watch from the side."

"You're a pervert. Another man is having sex with your wife, and you're just watching?"

"So what? We all do it this way."

Han Mou-lu wrote, 'What kind of people are these?' But it also reflected that Han Mou-lu didn't refuse. Instead, she tacitly agreed
.

"Should I come with him to the movies tomorrow?" Han Mou-lu asked. Han

Mou-lu then wrote that she knew a new movie was about to be released, even more
exciting than "The Road to the West." Many members of the Seamen's Club were already eagerly waiting.

"Not this time. Not at the Seamen's Club, only at your place."

"My house?" Han Mou-lu was terrified. She had never let John go to her residence. The two of them
always had their affairs at the man's residence. If John knew she was married, her plans would be ruined.

But this time John was determined and refused to change his mind. "If you don't agree, then don't
come to me anymore. My friend's difficulties are my difficulties, and I must help him solve them. Since you are unwilling, our
relationship ends here. I will go find someone who agrees."

Han Moulu's marriage was about to end, and John said "end here" again. Wasn't this forcing her to commit a crime? Han Moulu
had no choice but to agree at this time.

"Go out and gamble a couple of times. Look at Old Wang next door, he often goes out to gamble and wins back tens or
hundreds of ." That day, Han Moulu gave her husband two hundred dollars to send him away. It was from this time
that Yingsheng developed a gambling habit.

That day, the two foreigners came by taxi. John walked in front, holding a bouquet of flowers.

(140) Beauty as concubine 1, Ruonan was caught and brought back to the Church of Incompetence

When Qingluan was escorted back to the compound, almost all the believers came to watch the excitement.

Qinglong was naturally very angry when he saw that his wife had done such a bad thing. Not only was he angry, but he was even
ashamed of it. The wife of one of the top-ranking officials in the cult, at the ministerial level, had committed such a grave error, making him feel
truly ashamed before the cult leader. "Let me through. Watch how I teach her a lesson!" Qinglong
shouted as he pushed his way forward. He saw his wife being led off the vehicle towards him.

People surged forward.

"Don't go any further!" Suddenly, the head of the guard team, Blue Cat, stopped Qinglong. "Stand
behind ."

"I'm a high-ranking cult member at the ministerial level," Qinglong said, pointing to himself.

"These are extraordinary times. Rank doesn't matter."

"That's my wife!" Qinglong still had a second card.

"You have the nerve to say that after causing so much trouble for the cult? Stand at the back."

Qinglong could only stand by the roadside, helplessly watching his wife being led away by the guard team.

His woman was dressed in tattered clothes. Her ill-fitting pants were ripped open, revealing dark pubic hair in the front and
a patch of plump, white buttocks sticking out in the back. She walked past Qinglong,
escorted , through a narrow gap in the crowd.

Qinglong felt like an outsider, unable to do anything. It was as if this woman had
nothing . Wasn't she his wife? Wasn't she a beautiful wife whom no one else could possess
?

Qinglong felt an immense emptiness. He once again realized his own worth, experiencing a profound sense of loss.
However, he still couldn't understand that the seeds of
this disaster had been sown the day he gave up on ambition and became addicted to mahjong and idleness. Even joining the cult couldn't extricate him.

The cult leader had also made the worst-case scenario plan.

Following his usual practice, he had
secretly . He hadn't even let Xiao Xu and the others know about this; the entire job was done by migrant workers from outside the cult
. After it was finished, he never went back to that place.

The cult leader was already considering whether to kill Qingluan. He was increasingly losing confidence in whether he could reform this woman
. If he were to eliminate her, he could only bury her alone, without letting anyone know.
Otherwise, trouble would inevitably follow. He had already begun considering the details of the operation.

How to dispose of the body was one of the key aspects of all murder cases. The cult leader had given this considerable thought.

The body could not be disposed of carelessly.

Many people panicked after committing murder and either burned the body, dumped it, or simply
threw it away in a secluded place. The result of doing so was that it would be discovered and reported to the police very quickly. Solving murder cases was
the principle of the police. Soon they would use high-tech methods to find traces you had never thought of. They would discover who it was.
Finding the source of the body meant that the case was half solved. The body could be concealed, but your relationship with the victim before death
could not be concealed. Once the body was discovered, the police would lock onto the target based on the deceased's life trajectory and enter the stage of
searching for evidence.

However, if no body was found, for the police, if there was only a report of "someone missing," but
no body and no crime scene, it would be difficult to even file a case. Because during this period, due to traffic...
In developed countries, the Chinese population is highly mobile. Many people, due to disagreements with their families, deliberately leave home. They
go out to work or scavenge, and many are not heard from for years. Searching for this group of people
is not within the routine duties of the police.

Therefore, the leader has calmly considered this problem. After a murder, the body cannot be disposed of casually. First, all clothing must
be removed from the body, leaving no physical evidence that can prove identity. If it is a female corpse
, the victim's semen, saliva on the lips, and tissue under the fingernails must be thoroughly washed away. This makes it impossible for
the police to find the source of the body and find evidence of the crime. As long as the source of the body cannot be found, the case cannot be solved. Without evidence of the crime,
even if a body is found by chance, it is difficult to connect it to oneself; even if it is connected to oneself,
a chain of evidence cannot be formed to prosecute.

However, this method is no longer completely reliable. Now, the DNA of missing persons must also
be filed with the police. Once a corpse is found, the "Qiongwei scanning method" is used to compare and analyze it with the DNA of all missing persons.

The cult leader was thinking that if the 3D man or Qingluan's other family members couldn't find her and had already reported her missing, then
Qingluan 's DNA sample was likely already in the police's "missing persons DNA database."

Of course, even if it wasn't useful, it could buy time.

The next step in the cult leader's plan was to scatter the victim's clothes into
trash cans , or simply burn them in a boiler. He was very familiar with the boiler industry. In fluidized bed
or boiling bed boilers, even metal would be melted, leaving no trace. Otherwise, the police could find the source of the clothes based on even
the slightest trace, opening a breakthrough in the case.

The naked body couldn't be disposed of carelessly either. When handling the body, he had to wear gloves and a hat
(not only to avoid being recognized, but also to prevent his hair, skin flakes, and other bodily tissues from falling at
the scene ); smoking, drinking, eating, etc., were all forbidden there, and not even a scrap of cloth could be left behind.

No one could help with this process. Otherwise, if that person let slip anything or committed another
crime , it would inadvertently expose this whole affair.

There are specific methods for burying a body. It's best to bury it deep in the wilderness. It must be deep. Every bit of effort you save
, every minute you try to save for fear of being seen, could be the most fatal mistake leading to the discovery of the crime.
If handled properly, the body can generally remain undetected for decades.

Sinking the body to the seabed is another method. Rivers are a second best option, while throwing it into a pond will be discovered quickly
because of the high density and frequency of human activity there, and most importantly, the confinement to a
small , fixed space.

Dismemberment is generally an attempt to conceal the body. This
method . 'When dismembering, be sure to cut the woman in half. See what her uterus looks
like. With such a beautiful body, her uterus should be good too. It must be fleshy and very elastic.'
The cult leader saw Qingluan's naked, healthy, and white body before him.

'Some people panic after killing someone and just throw the body away and run away.' Little did you know, the more panicked you
are and the faster you run, the greater the chance of being discovered. Calmness and thorough preparation are
the fundamental guarantees of avoiding detection. "

When disposing of or burying a body, nothing you took with you should be left at the crime scene. For example, the boxes or bags used to wrap
the body . In many cases, police have relied on the analysis of items used to wrap the body to solve the case."

"For example, in one case, the victim had been dismembered, with no wrapping material; the body parts were hidden in an
ordinary suitcase without any distinguishing features. However, after analysis, the police learned that the suitcase
was new at the time of use. It was likely purchased specifically for disposing of the body." "

So the police found the manufacturer based on the label. Although this type of suitcase was produced in large quantities,
only a few dozen were made for a specific pattern, color, and size. These few dozen were all shipped to a town. The police traced
the route and found that only a few of these bags had been sold. Reviewing the mall's surveillance footage, every buyer was found.
Among them was the person who disposed of the body. Everyone else's suitcases were still in use at home, except for one person who couldn't explain where his
suitcase went." "Who else could it be but you? This case was solved quickly after the body was discovered." "

There's another case. The person who disposed of the body accidentally dropped a pickled vegetable
packaging bag stuck to their body near the disposal site. Using the production batch number on the packaging bag, the police found the small shop selling this type of pickled vegetable, and using
the surrounding security surveillance footage, they quickly identified the perpetrator."

However, what the cult leader hadn't considered was "cherishing life." Cherishing life, or revering life, is
a very important view and principle of action that humanity has always held. Many people don't understand this principle, including tyrants of ancient
times and many murderers in modern society. They will inevitably be punished.

Of course, the cult leader is still hesitant about whether to deal with Qingluan immediately. This isn't because he has already understood
the importance of cherishing life, but because he knows that Qingluan has a large sum of money in her bank account, and he urgently needs this
money . Once he gets the money, he can immediately dispose of Qingluan. But Qingluan said that the card
is kept by the 3D man, and she doesn't know where it is.

The cult leader considered that any illegal means of stealing the card from the 3D man were risky; since the exact
location , even if he tried, he might not succeed. Therefore, he needed to obtain it through "legal" means.

The cult leader planned to first film a pornographic video of Qingluan having an affair and then find a way to get it into the 3D
man's hands. This would give Hongfeng a foundation for her next move. Once Hongfeng gained the 3D man's initial
trust, she could use her charm to glean the card's location and then plan her next move.

The cult leader was still considering the issue of that sum of money. The cult desperately needed it.

Of course, the cult leader was never one to put all his eggs in one basket.

On the way back to the church with Qingluan, he inadvertently discovered a previously unknown military restricted area.
Intuitively, he felt this was the base of the "national defense project" that the foreign headquarters had asked him to find. If this was true,
he only needed to report the exact coordinates of this military restricted area to the foreign headquarters. The foreigners would
then confirm it through satellite reconnaissance.

After returning home, he found the location of the military restricted area on a regular road map.
There were no indicating that it was a wilderness. The location of the wilderness wasn't shown on the map, nor on the GPS. But...
These are not problems. The cult leader can find the actual location of the restricted area on a map, thus
obtaining its coordinates. Of course, he can also bring a GPS device provided by the foreign authorities next time he goes; it's a keychain
. Once activated, it records his latitude and longitude movements in real time, and with the push of a button, it's transmitted to satellite.
He doesn't have a GPS device in his car, otherwise, if the police wanted to investigate him, they could easily see
where he'd been, how long he'd stayed, and what he'd done in the past few days just by looking at the GPS records in his vehicle.

As long as he reports the coordinates, he can get a large reward or operating funds from this.
Although it's not as much as Qingluan's, it's better than nothing.

To this end, the cult leader used an encrypted package to provide a detailed explanation

to the overseas headquarters via the internet. The information was sent overseas using circumvention technology. One of the main
reasons why is to block the transmission of documents teaching terrorism online. Chinese Falun Gong and other terrorist groups use
this method to spread terrorist information. If foreign terrorists are allowed to send documents about making suicide
bombers , it will cause great unrest and widespread death.

However, foreign countries are not afraid of China's unrest; in fact, they prefer it. Therefore, it is essential to vigorously develop
and promote circumvention technology. The State Council of China has specifically allocated $1.5 million to support related projects.

The overseas headquarters greatly appreciated the leader's discovery and instructed him to continue observing. They immediately increased funding and
told him to gather more specific details. He didn't need to go inside himself; he could observe from the outside. There was much to observe
, such as how many cars entered and exited each day, their license plate numbers, whether any were imported, their year of manufacture, who was
in the cars , their gender, age, clothing, and whether they used cell phones, etc.

So the leader recruited two of his top lieutenants: Qingluan's husband and Xiao Xu.

"You two dress up as scrap collectors and hide far away at the last fork in
the road Carefully observe what vehicles are coming and going, and who's inside. Be careful, there are few pedestrians in this desolate area,
so don't get too close or you'll be spotted. There are definitely surveillance cameras there, so each of you take a camera
detector . Make sure to spot them promptly and hide immediately." After saying that, he drove them
to the location at a distance, then turned around and dropped them off at a crowded place without surveillance cameras, letting them walk there on
their own .

"Have a smoke, to ease the heartache, satisfy the craving, relieve the laziness, loosen the clothes..." Xiao Xu, seeing that no one was around, took out a
pack of cigarettes. "Want one?"

"Don't cause trouble. Don't you see how dense the woods are here? If you smoke, the forest rangers will come." Qinglong said.

Hearing "will attract the police," Xiao Xu reluctantly put away his cigarette.

"After we finish this job, can we really go abroad?" Xiao Xu asked Qinglong again as they walked.

The two men, each wearing a tattered straw hat and patched-up clothes, wobbled along in a
water buffalo cart to a spot not far from the first intersection outside the military restricted area. Each carried a Luoyang
shovel, poking around and pretending to search for something.

Having a Luoyang shovel clearly indicated they were tomb raiders. This was a criminal offense. Pretending to be scavengers could avoid
the charge of "tomb raiding." Moreover, tomb raiding would likely attract the attention of the police. Why would they be so foolish as to create trouble for themselves
?

Actually, this was precisely the cult leader's brilliance. His calculations were that the place was too remote;
there were unlikely to be scavengers there, and their presence would cause trouble. Tomb raiders, on the other hand, could appear anywhere. Secondly
, although tomb raiding was a crime, there were no large ancient tombs in this area, and robbing ordinary people's graves was not a serious offense. The police sometimes wouldn't even bother with
such a minor crime.

"Of course," said Qingluan's husband.

"You can hook up with foreign girls too? I heard foreign women are like giant geese. Their big, white vaginas are over a foot long, so white and
plump. The fluid inside is thick and shiny like jelly. Sweet and sour, it's incredibly delicious. Put it in the fridge overnight
and it'll be like ice cream." Xiao Xu immediately got excited at the mention of this. "Slap slap slap slap..." he
thought smugly, as if he had actually slept with a foreign woman.

"You're talking about yogurt. But this yogurt is incredibly expensive. Not just a dollar or two, but several hundred."
Compared to Xiao Xu, Qingluan's husband was a more cultured man. "The most important thing isn't chasing foreign women. They're
tall and strong , you can't even touch them." (At this point, he thought of his wife. She's Chinese, but just because she
's slightly better off, he immediately lost control. A woman's overall
conditions the family to survive.)

"It's the democratic and free atmosphere abroad. There's freedom of speech there, you can say whatever you want. You can curse
the government , the city management, the industry and commerce bureau, the police, you can curse anyone, nobody cares." Qinglong continued.

"If nobody cares, what's the point of cursing?" Xiao Xu was a bit slow-witted.

"Forget it." Qingluan's husband knew he couldn't reason with this kind of fool, except to talk about eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring. "When we get to
the headquarters, we can eat as much fish and meat as we want!" So Qingluan's husband changed his tune.

"That's good," Xiao Xu said happily. "The food has been terrible these past few days. This lousy boiler-stoker's cooking
has ruined me."

"How dare you say 'boiler-stoker'? Our big boss abroad also started out as a boiler-stoker. You
can't just say that. It's taboo."

"I dare to say it to his face," Xiao Xu retorted. Indeed, ever since Hong Feng slept with the cult leader,
Xiao Xu had called the cult leader a "boiler-stoker" several times, and the cult leader had heard it but hadn't dared to say a word, pretending not to hear
it
. There was even a time when he harassed Wanru, the cult leader's very beautiful and shrewd concubine, after drinking, and the cult leader didn't do anything to him. Qinglong could never have such privileges.

"You can say that here; but you can't talk nonsense and curse people abroad!" Qinglong could only
educate him to this extent. 'There's really nothing to say to this kind of mindless, unambitious person,' he thought.

"You can say it in China, but you can't say it abroad. Which country the hell has freedom of speech
?" Xiao Xu couldn't understand.

"Look, a remote-controlled airplane!" Qingluan's husband suddenly exclaimed. Seeing that Xiao Xu had started cursing, he
knew he couldn't continue. He knew he couldn't reason with a stubborn person. So he found an excuse
to change .

The appearance of a remote-controlled airplane diverted their conversation.

The remote-controlled airplane was launched by the cult leader. Developed and manufactured in China, it was exported and then bought by a foreign organization.
It was sent back to China and handed over to the cult leader.

The cult leader knew, of course, that this action was very dangerous, so the plane flew to a place not far from the military restricted area, took
a few pictures, and quickly flew back. He knew that the remote-controlled plane must have been discovered by the other side's security personnel.
But the other side might not be able to confirm his purpose. As long as he did not go a second time and was not greedy, it would be difficult for the other side
to catch him . As long as he provided a few distinctive aerial photos, the foreign countries could use satellites to conduct a detailed follow-up investigation, and
his mission would be considered complete.

The cult leader understood that with the discovery of the military restricted area, his days of making big money were coming. Now what he had to do
was to maintain stability as much as possible. There must be no trouble at home. The key was still Qingluan. He had not completely
given up on Qingluan. If Qingluan was pregnant with his child, it should be possible to find out by now.
How would she react if she knew she was pregnant?

Women may not like their men, but they will not dislike their own children.

(141) Beauty as Concubine 2, Qingluan is Pregnant

Qingluan was also in extreme fear at this time. She knew that being caught like this would definitely be a bad omen. But as long as
there was a glimmer of hope for survival, she would persevere and never give up. She couldn't die at
the hands of such foolish villains, and she already had substantial evidence against them; she was determined to bring them to justice.

Qingluan considered several methods: feigning madness, insincere flattery, and continuing her escape. But
none of them seemed feasible. In her panic, the cult leader unlocked the door and entered.

"Pee in this bottle," the cult leader said, handing the woman an empty
glass .

Since Qingluan was captured, she had been locked back in her original room. The cult leader had also considered locking her
in his own room. However, while this would be easier to control, it wouldn't be as effective in dealing with her. If she disappeared,
people would immediately connect it to him.

Qingluan wearily accepted the bottle. Since being captured, she had been searching for
a way to escape from her room. Unfortunately, the walls were brick, the doors and windows were sturdy, and there were iron bars on the outside. She had
no tools. Escaping would be difficult. "Will they kill me to cover it up?" Qingluan was already considering this.

She took the bottle and looked up at the cult leader.

"Go ahead and pee. What are you ashamed of? I've seen your private parts before," the man said

. Qingluan suddenly realized this was a glimmer of hope. She wiped the bottle opening with the heel of her hand,
pulled her pants down to below her knees in front of the man, squatted down with her large white buttocks sticking out, and used the bottle opening to cover her urethra
. She relaxed her urethral muscles, and a stream of clear, yellow liquid spread along the bottle wall, forming a thin film
that trickled down to the bottom. Urinating in front of the man had become a means of self-preservation for the woman.

Some of the urine didn't go directly into the bottle but flowed along the edge of her labia minora to the outside of the bottle opening.
It then flowed down the outer wall of the bottle onto Qingluan's hand. Qingluan didn't dodge, still holding the bottle steadily in
her hand .

The woman urinated about halfway into the bottle and then stopped. She stood up naked, ignoring the man beside her, grabbed a piece of toilet paper from
the bedside table tore off a section, and tucked it between her labia. She used it to absorb
the tiny yellow droplets still clinging to the edge of her vulva. Then she removed the toilet paper, wiped the urine off her hands,
and wrapped it around the glass bottle. The woman pulled up her pants again before handing the bottle back to the dumbfounded
cult leader.

The cult leader took the bottle, but his hands still felt wet through the toilet paper. He looked down and saw drops of the woman's urine still clinging to
the bottom . He was extremely unwilling, but his face remained expressionless. Perhaps
trying to ease the tension, the man simply inhaled at his urine-stained hand, "Not stinky," he said, even managing a somewhat insincere smile at
the woman .

Qingluan had already put her pants back on and sat on the edge of the bed. She too was expressionless, showing no reaction.
However, she didn't possess the cult leader's deep cunning; she had tried to smile at him, but couldn't manage it.
When she forced a smile, it was just a slight downward turn of the corners of her mouth, not much different from crying. When someone is troubled, they
can't even force a smile.

The cult leader shook his hand, which was covered in urine. Then he tilted the bottle, bringing the liquid level close to the opening. He then placed
a light blue strip of paper into the urine. After a second or two, he took it out, glanced at it towards the window
, and handed it to Qingluan.

Qingluan didn't understand and looked at the man with confusion.

"You're pregnant. Mine," the cult leader said to the woman, pointing to the two blue lines on the paper.

"What?" Qingluan was stunned, as if struck by lightning. She was terrified. Her beautiful
eyes widened. The woman trembled uncontrollably from the shock, her breasts shaking especially violently. Just moments ago
, she had been thinking, 'No matter what disaster strikes, I mustn't panic!' But now she was completely flustered.

"What? Unhappy?" The man put his arm around the woman's shoulder and sat down beside her. "That's your
flesh and blood ."

"I don't want it," Qingluan said in a panic.

"You're still thinking about that man? He's going to marry Hongfeng soon. I'll show you their wedding video
." The man said, taking out his phone and playing a video of a man and a woman naked and embracing
each . The woman looked somewhat like Hongfeng. But there was no close-up of the man's penis. If there had been
a shot of the man's external genitalia, Qingluan would have known at a glance if he was 3D Man.

Because she was still young, Qingluan had always refused to get pregnant. Both Qinglong and 3D Man had accepted her
idea. Unexpectedly, in such a harsh environment, she had become pregnant with such a bastard.

Two lines of tears streamed down the woman's cheeks.

"Give up on that idea," the man said, kissing the woman's lips, pushing her down on the bed, and at the same time
reaching into the woman's crotch. He teased the woman's small clitoris with his index fingertip.

The clitoral head quickly became wet. This time, the woman did not resist; she was willing.

"Take off your clothes," the cult leader commanded. He had made up his mind. If the woman disobeyed, regardless of
whether she was pregnant, he would find an opportunity that night to strangle her, then pretend he had forgotten to
lock the door and say the woman had run away. Since she could run away once, she would definitely run away again. No one would doubt that
.

After stripping the body naked, he would find an opportunity the next day to dump it in that deserted, deep pit without anyone noticing.
She was buried. No one would ever know about this again.

Qingluan helplessly took off her clothes.

"Lie down," the cult leader commanded again

. Qingluan obediently lay down. Although the weather was starting to change, the woman didn't feel cold. A
terrible thought was growing and spreading in the woman's mind, "Since he doesn't want me anymore, won't come to save me,
and even had sex with other women, I don't need to protect him anymore." Qingluan was referring to the 3D man.

The cult leader placed his cold hand on the woman's slightly protruding belly. He didn't intend to play with this woman
immediately , even though this stunning woman was at the point where each time he played with her was one less time he could play with her. He was just
uneasy, hesitating between killing her and not killing her. He couldn't make up his mind for a moment. The woman thus unknowingly walked
through the gates of hell many times.

"The cult leader is great. The cult leader is great. The cult leader is God's messenger. The cult leader is our soul." For
some reason, Qingluan suddenly uttered these words. This time, she said them entirely of her own free will. Unbeknownst to her,
her submission and her resentment towards the 3D man inadvertently saved her life.

"Hmm?" The cult leader could hardly believe his ears. But he still decided to accept the respect his followers showed him
and reciprocate.

The cult leader reclined on the bed, encircling Qingluan's long, white, smooth legs with both hands. He
tenderly stroked this gifted beauty with one hand. Now she was his property. From now on, she would be as
loyal to him as the other followers. He had absolute faith in his abilities.

The cult leader admired this peerless beauty, stroking her from her toes down to her thighs.

Her slender, white, and straight legs revealed firm, tender skin. The cult leader then grasped
the back of her thighs, the plump flesh soft and fleshy. He couldn't resist patting them a few times. "How
long has it been since you had your period?" the cult leader asked kindly

. Qingluan then realized she hadn't had her period for a long time. She had initially thought it was
due to . Because she wasn't allowed to wear clothes, she had nowhere to put the sanitary napkins she got from Hongfeng, so she could only hold
them between her legs or constantly support them with her hands. Not having her period actually made things much more convenient for her. Now, suddenly knowing
the reason, she understood that she wouldn't have her period for the next few months. She didn't know whether to be happy
or sad.

Suddenly, the thought of a new little life appeared in the woman's mind, and she couldn't shake it off. The woman secretly
glanced at the man's figure, judging what the child might look like in the future. 'His physique is fine, and his intelligence is also
fine, but he might not be very kind-hearted,' she thought. 'Oh no!' Qingluan suddenly
had .

(The following paragraphs are unrelated to the content and can be ignored.

The 'Microsoft Little Devil' is one of the images of Microsoft Corporation. In its early days, in order to seize the Chinese
market did not complain about Chinese people pirating its software; on the contrary, it was happy to see it happen and even actively helped Chinese people
piracy. As a result, a large number of Chinese computers used pirated versions of the company's 'Windows' as their operating
software. )

Because they obtained Windows for free, and with no market for it, Chinese people were unable to develop their own
computer software. Private companies couldn't compete with free software; the government lacked the foresight. Thus,
China lost miserably in this matter—a loss that lasted decades, a loss entirely in high technology.

After Microsoft completely dominated the Chinese market, it began pressuring the Chinese
government At this point, the Chinese
became addicted, like opium addicts, and had no choice but to comply. They purchased and used Microsoft software, which contained spyware
and window snooping, killing off China's own software and ruining generations of Chinese
intellectuals .

This was extremely harmful.

When Microsoft discovered that some Chinese were still using the original pirated software, they used hacking techniques, attacking those pirated programs with
viruses . Pirated software attacked by Microsoft viruses would have their screens blacked out
, with a small black ghost resembling the Big Bad Wolf appearing in the lower right corner. This became one of Microsoft's branding elements.
So much so that when Qingluan thought of the wicked child, she immediately associated him with the Microsoft devil.

Incidentally, the correct solution is for the Chinese government to establish one or two companies (or fund one or two
private enterprises) to invest in the development of large-scale general-purpose computer software. Users could then freely download it from the internet for free.
This general-purpose software must be compatible with other software. The development company, along with
other computer software companies, could then use this software as a basis to design, manufacture, and sell specialized software,
thereby generating profit. This matter is too large and too important; without government intervention, it's difficult for businesses to accomplish it alone.

Returning to our story—

the man's large hands, accustomed to gripping shovel handles, still gently roamed over the woman's body. 'Her husband, that
mysterious man, doesn't understand this woman's true value. They don't know what makes this woman truly precious,'
the man thought to himself.

Suddenly, Qingluan broke free from the cult leader's hands and frantically jumped out of bed. While the cult leader was still wondering what the woman was about to
do, she said, "The cult leader is great. The cult leader is great. The cult leader is God's messenger. The cult leader is our soul.
You are the father of our child. Congratulations to the cult leader for your great fortune!" As she spoke, she knelt before the cult leader,
kowtowed, and raised her large buttocks to the highest point of her body, refusing to come down for a long time.

Then the woman raised her upper body, used one hand to lift the cult leader's already swollen penis, and naturally placed it
to her lips.

Qingluan first licked the ligament connecting the corpora cavernosa and foreskin under the glans with her tongue. She
found the man's penis had begun to secrete a foul-smelling substance. But she still did not hesitate to take
the sticky substance into her mouth and swallow it. Then she took the man's glans into her mouth,
licking it with her little tongue.

The cult leader was initially very surprised, but upon hearing the woman's words and feeling her actions,
he felt a strange comfort and a strong sense of conquest. He had a delusion that the woman, facing
death and after learning they had a child together, was completely conquered by him.

The man, triumphant, lay back on the bed with a thud. His enormous penis
pointed straight to the ceiling.

The woman shifted to a side-lying position on the edge of the bed, her head positioned between his body. She
held his penis with one hand, her small tongue licking its surface rhythmically, like a child
eating ice cream .

Before this, countless women had groveled at the cult leader's feet, endlessly worshipping him. '
This a little prettier, has a better figure, fairer skin, and a slightly smarter mind than others.
What else? Just a taller, cheap slut,' the cult leader thought. 'The key is the action she
took clitoris. No other Chinese woman knew to do that. Only she did it.
What does that mean? It means he's fallen for her.' So the man readily accepted this, temporarily
banishing .

'What are you going to do?' the cult leader asked.

'Spare me and this child. I was wrong. I shouldn't have run away. I'm still young and ignorant.' Qingluan
displayed an unusual maturity. Adversity truly does temper a person.

"It would have been so much better if you'd done this sooner," the cult leader praised. He leaned forward slightly to see
what the woman was doing. Then, he patted her head heavily with his large, fat hand. Next, he rubbed her head haphazardly with
his palm .

The pat, though not forceful, almost made her feel like her glans was poking into her throat. The woman couldn't help but
gag.

The cult leader now had an idea: he would act as an unseen actor, filming a
video of a young man engaging in orgy and give it to Hong Feng to use to recruit 3D men. At the same time, he also needed to find a way to make Qingluan's husband acknowledge that
this child, like the other children in the compound, was his own flesh and blood. If they didn't divorce, the other children called
him "Dad," but what about this one? If he only remained in the position of godfather, he felt resentful.

Suddenly, he understood. There was another way; this child also had to call him
"Dad." But the other women's husbands were all outside, and they wouldn't know if he called them "Dad"; while
Qingluan's husband was right beside him.

"Make them divorce!" A bold plan formed in his mind.

"You've won," the cult leader said. "Now get dressed and go to my room. Will you marry me?"

Qingluan nodded silently. But the hatred in her eyes was gone.

"There's no place for you as the principal wife. Are you willing to be a concubine?"

"..." The woman nodded .

"Say it." "

The cult leader is great. The cult leader is great. The cult leader is God's messenger. The cult leader is our soul.
I will do whatever the cult leader father asks me to do. I will never do anything he forbids me to do. I don't want to be a wife..." The woman
leaned against the cult leader as they walked.

"What did you say?" the cult leader said angrily.

"I want to be your concubine."

"Oh." The cult leader was relieved. "What about getting a divorce?" the cult leader prompted the woman.

"I'll divorce him right away." (Isn't this exactly what this woman had always wanted?)

Before long, the two of them passed through the gazes of the crowd and arrived at the cult leader's door. The cult leader opened the door and let
Qingluan into the room. "Everyone, disperse. The lost sheep has returned."

This outcome was far from what everyone had hoped for; many had even wished to see Qingluan executed by slow slicing.
They were disappointed. "I will arrange for you to divorce your husband first, and then we will get married. Do you have any objections?" the cult leader said

after returning to the room . "The cult leader is great. The cult leader is great. The cult leader is God's messenger. The cult leader is our soul." As soon as they locked the door, the two embraced each other spontaneously, kissing passionately. The man smelled the stench of a man's penis, which hit his nostrils. "Where did this smell come from?" He wanted to ask but held back, thinking it was nothing. Like a pair of intimate lovers, they pressed tightly together, kissing for a long time. Until the man released her . "Change into these clothes." The cult leader took out several sexy lingerie pieces and handed them to Qingluan. These were bought for Hongfeng and the other concubines. They had been worn several times and were a bit old. They were usually kept here to prevent Xiao Xu from seeing them. Qingluan received the clothes but didn't touch them. It was unclear whether she didn't want to wear lingerie or other women 's underwear. For women, wearing someone else's underwear was a major taboo. There was no woman who wasn't jealous. "What? Your old habit has resurfaced?" the cult leader said, already quite displeased. "No, no! The cult leader is great. The cult leader is great. The cult leader is God's messenger. The cult leader is our soul ," Qingluan replied in a panic. "Then what's wrong with you? Why won't you wear it?" "It's...too small. The cult leader is great. The cult leader is great. The cult leader is God's messenger. The cult leader is our soul," Qingluan could only stammer. "These clothes don't have sizes. You can wear them," the cult leader said impatiently. Qingluan had no choice but to bite the bullet and put on the other woman's worn underwear. She didn't even know if the other woman had washed it after wearing it. Moreover, whenever a woman wore such clothes, her body would inevitably secrete something. Qingluan had no choice; she could only put on these two dirty pieces of cloth under the man's gaze. "Wait." The cult leader suddenly remembered something. He turned around and turned on all the lights in the room. The dark room was instantly illuminated, but it was still just a cave with a little more light. The woman couldn't help but squint. The man took out a small video camera from the drawer and set it up on the table. "No!" the woman cried out in alarm. "Slap!" The man slapped the woman hard across the face. He had wanted to kick her, but he was afraid of dropping the baby. So he slapped her instead. "Are you going to rebel?" the man said angrily. "Go do what you're supposed to do. Don't interfere in my affairs. Have you forgotten what you're supposed to do?" "No." "What are you supposed to do now?" "Please have Father Cult Leader film me." The man put the video camera on the table and walked to the woman's side. The man reached out and gently stroked the woman's face where she had been slapped. "Was that hard? Does it hurt?" he asked, as if he were genuinely concerned . The woman shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, but she didn't say a word. She simply nestled her face in the man's hand.

(142) The beauty becomes a concubine 3, watching the masturbation

. The man was about to film when he realized that even with all the lights on, the dark and gloomy room
was still not bright enough, the image had too few layers, and the color blocks kept floating. So he left the woman and went to the window and casually pulled open the curtains. The room immediately became bright. He could even see several old women
with children in the courtyard in the distance . The man picked up the camera again. The other rooms in the church were very close together, with only a narrow alley a little over a meter wide between each row of low houses. The eaves were almost touching. Therefore, no sunlight could be seen in each room, and they were very dark. Only this room faced the open space outside. "They will see us..." Qingluan panicked again. And she was very panicked. "Where are you looking!" The man impatiently raised his head from behind the camera. "Listen to the leader. The leader is great..." "Stop talking nonsense. Start getting dressed now." The leader commanded. In front of the camera, the woman began to put on her bra with trepidation. She held the fiery red bra in her hand, her eyes fixed on the people outside the window, afraid they would approach. She hesitated for a long time before putting it on. The cult leader saw through her thoughts. He sneered, put down the camera, walked to the door, opened it wide, and waved to the people in the distant courtyard. The room instantly became brighter, dazzlingly so. The women in the distance, seeing the cult leader's beckoning, rushed over, some nudging their children and pointing at him, saying something—probably something like, "Your father's calling you. There's something good to eat." Several children then scrambled towards the cult leader. Qingluan was already naked. Seeing the cult leader call for people, she assumed he had forgotten she wasn't dressed. Her heart pounded in her chest, "thump, thump, thump," as she pounded her breasts. Even so, she dared not put on her clothes. She knew what the consequences would be. The woman could only feign modesty, hunching over and using her arms to cover the two most private parts of her body. Several children ran up first, shouting, "Daddy, I want candy..." "I want snacks..." "I got here first..." "I'm first..." "I'm first!" The children argued amongst themselves as they ran, and a pretty little girl fell behind. In her haste, she tripped and fell flat on her face, covered in dirt, and burst into tears. Qingluan's heart trembled. 'Am I going to join these rural women and have a child like that?' She dared not think further. The cult leader immediately disregarded his status and ran over to pick up the little girl, lovingly brushing the dirt off her and carefully wiping her face clean. The little girl immediately stopped crying. The girl clung to the man's head in his arms, "Daddy..." she murmured , "I was the first one here..." The man wiped away her tears as he said, "That's right, our Nannan was here first. Daddy held our Nannan first." Several older children rushed into the house. "Ah!" A woman's scream startled the children, who froze at the doorway, as if struck by lightning. Their eyes were fixed on the house, their teeth clenched, and they didn't utter a word . The usually gloomy and dark house was now brightly lit. A beautiful girl, with long, flowing hair, stood naked in the center of the room, her legs intertwined, her arms crossed over her chest, facing the children. The woman's face was filled with panic. She realized she had exposed a pubic area. She quickly covered her pubic area with one hand, while her other forearm remained across her already full breasts, which were now swelling . One of her long, slender, white legs supported her slightly protruding belly, while the other leg was slightly bent at the knee , positioned forward to block the other calf, maximizing the clamping of her plump thighs to protect her most intimate area. At the juncture of her thighs, a few dark hairs peeked out from beside her hand covering her genitals, becoming the most conspicuous feature on her still-white body, though somewhat dirty. Finally, the woman could no longer stand. Her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, clutching her pressing her head firmly against her knees. "Don't look at Auntie," a young woman who had arrived first covered a little boy's eyes. Then, she quickly pulled him between her legs, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him slightly upward; one leg was slightly raised , the calf pressing against the child's lower back, and she turned, spinning him outwards. She swung the child out the door, his face facing outwards. "Sister isn't wearing any clothes. Don't look!" Another woman, slightly older, arrived shortly after and pulled the two little girls away. "Children, get out of here," a heavily pregnant woman deliberately blocked Qingluan's way. "Who told you to chase the children away like that? Let them see how movies are made..." the cult leader said lewdly . "You should also get to know your future little sisters." "Oh? Isn't this the slut who washed her bottom in the washroom the other day? I heard she tried to escape yesterday. You took her into your room too?" one of the less-than-kind women said. "The more she runs away, the more favored she becomes." After understanding their man's intentions, the women widened their eyes in disbelief. They were all older than Qingluan, and far inferior in looks, skin color, and figure. None of them wanted to have such a formidable rival between them and their respected cult leader. They also didn't want to admit that she was stronger than them, so they used the escape as an excuse. They emphasized that while fox spirits were alluring, they were harmful. However, the cult leader's words were law, and the women dared not disobey. They stopped chasing the children away, remaining silent and meek; but they still stood guard at the door, blocking the children out, preventing them from seeing anything the more they wanted. Despite this, a few older boys still peeked through the women's legs . "Wanru, you film..." The cult leader handed the camera to the pregnant woman . He then walked behind Qingluan, pulled over a chair, and let the naked Qingluan sit on it. Everyone else was dressed, except for Qingluan, who was completely naked. All the dressed people...

Even the young children stared intently, their eyes wide as they gazed at the woman's body.

"Don't keep staring at the camera. Be natural. Look up at me. They've all filmed like this before. If you want to join in, you
can't be an exception." The man patted Qingluan's face with his large hand. Then, he used
the thumb of his large hand, which had been cupping the woman's face, to gently tease the corner of Qingluan's mouth. Then he touched the woman's lips.

Whether it was inspiration or something else, under everyone's gaze, Qingluan suddenly abandoned her shyness,
tilted her head, and bit the man's thumb with her small white teeth. Then she gently licked the
part she had bitten with the tip of her tongue. She raised her eyes, licking the tip of the man's thumb while glancing at the man diagonally above her. It was just
like a scene from a movie. Only her eyes lacked a bit of wantonness.

"Slut!" one of the women said angrily.

"Mommy, sister bit Daddy." The girl named Nannan said, squatting on the ground by the door, her arm around a young woman's ankle
.

"Shameless!" another woman couldn't help but whisper.

"Don't talk. We're filming a movie. Let's not watch." The pretty young woman, just like Nan Nan, picked up
Nan Nan and quickly prepared to leave.

"I want to see! I want to see Auntie's naked bottom!" the child cried,
leaning her upper body against the young woman's shoulder towards the house. The young woman could barely hold her.

"Wan Xie, let her see. You stay too. I have something to tell you later." The cult leader suddenly spoke.

The young woman holding Nan Nan, who was about to force her way out, stopped as if nailed to the spot upon hearing this,
then turned back and put the still struggling child back on the ground. She returned to the crowd and joined
the back of the line.

"This slut is pregnant, isn't she?" a woman watching the movie said

. "Don't talk nonsense. What 'slut, slut'? She'll be a little sister from now on. We'll eat together, take care of
the child together, and serve our husbands together. If she's slutty, how good can you be?" a concubine said.

"Look at her breasts, she must be three months along. She should be producing milk soon. That's called colostrum,
it's very nutritious," another young woman said confidently.

"Her belly is so pointed. It should be a boy."

Hearing these comments, Qingluan's face suddenly turned bright red. She hadn't expected to be showing so clearly.
Yet she had never experienced any symptoms like vomiting. Other women only showed signs after three months, but she couldn't seem to be
even three months along. 'How far along am I?' she wondered.

"Turn your face towards the camera." The cult leader patted the woman's face twice before returning to the pregnant woman's
side.

Wanru, the pregnant woman herself, quickly shoved the camera towards their mutual husband.

The man checked the white balance. He seemed quite satisfied with Qingluan's appearance. "Good. Keep filming."
He said, remaining where he was, directing like a director. "Now, slowly stand up." He told Qingluan.

Qingluan knew he was talking about her, so she didn't dare think about how many months along she was and hurriedly stood
up. She covered her private parts with both hands again. Several boys in the audience were already
quite grown up , in their teens, thin and already showing signs of maturity.

One boy, almost reaching the cult leader's shoulder, clearly understood what was going on. He quietly
walked to the cult leader's side and nervously grabbed his hand. No matter what he did, his eyes remained
fixed on the woman's body, as if he wanted to devour her with his gaze.

"Qingshan, is my sister pretty?" the cult leader asked kindly, not angry at all. He put one arm
around the boy's other shoulder and pulled him close.

The boy nodded, his eyes fixed on Qingluan's private parts.

"If you study well, Dad will let you play with your sister every day. You can sleep together at night," the cult leader said.

Although Qingluan's face showed no reaction, her breasts turned pink, and her nipples
grew darker.

The boy looked at his father excitedly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"It's nothing," the cult leader patted the boy's nape. "As long as you study hard. When
your father goes abroad, he'll leave her with you as his wife."

"What will we do if you leave?" The women were anxious when they heard the cult leader was leaving.

"Everyone will go. But first and last. It's not a tour group. How can the whole family go together?" The cult leader
had plenty of reasons. No one could argue with him.

Even Qingluan's pubic area started to turn red.

The boy, disregarding his shame, excitedly looked at the body of the woman who would one day belong to him. He
didn't have much of a concept of beauty or ugliness yet; as long as it was female, it was fine.

"Go, touch it. Touch it if you like. You have to be brave enough to try anything." The cult leader pushed
the boy's lower back and said.

"..." The boy looked up at the cult leader in disbelief. "

Go. I said. Touch the place you were looking at earlier." The cult leader had sharp eyes and had already noticed where the boy had been staring
intently . At least in this big courtyard, not many people could hide it from him.

The boy cautiously approached Qingluan and poked her full
breast .

A small dent appeared where the boy had poked her. The woman shuddered, goosebumps immediately rising on
the skin .

"You can touch her down there too," the cult leader instructed the boy.

The surrounding women appeared extremely tense, their eyes fixed on the boy's movements. They all gritted their teeth,
remaining completely silent .

The boy glanced back at the cult leader to see if he was telling the truth.

"Go ahead. No problem. I agree," the cult leader encouraged.

Only then did the boy confidently move his same hand down from his 'sister's' breast.

Qingluan looked at her little 'husband' and dared not move. She knew this was the moment that would decide her fate.

Qingluan instinctively leaned forward. The woman's vulva and labia were almost at a ninety-degree angle. As her upper body
leaned forward, the vulva between her legs pressed tightly against the chair. The chair squeezed the woman's labia majora and minora out of shape,
turning them into several fleshy patties, one inside the other. The labia made the chair surface they touched
wet and sticky.

The woman's forward lean meant the boy could barely see her front, but her back was exposed
.

So the boy placed his hand on her smooth back. He pressed his palm against her moist, smooth back...
He savored the oily, smooth feel of the woman's skin. Then, the boy's hand slowly
moved down the woman's back, stopping only at her buttocks.

The boy looked up at the cult leader.

The cult leader continued to encourage him with his eyes.

The boy then looked at his mother.

She was a middle-aged rural woman who clearly disagreed with what the boy was doing. However, intimidated by the cult leader's tyranny,
she dared not voice any objection. She simply stared at the boy expressionlessly, hoping he would stop on his own.

The cult leader's punishments were extremely severe. He would verbally and physically abuse his wives whenever they displeased him,
allowing sign of resistance. Sometimes he would whip their backs with bamboo sticks; sometimes he would beat their buttocks with belts; other methods included
slapping, pinching their nipples, kneeling on benches, cleaning toilets, and all sorts of other cruel and inhuman tortures, and these methods became increasingly frequent and
unpredictable. He would commit any inhuman torture he could conceive of.

Once, one of his concubines made a mistake. Unable to bear the loneliness, this concubine developed feelings for a male cult member.
She provided sexual services to the believer without the leader's consent. After the leader discovered this, she was immediately subjected to extremely severe
punishment. All the wives and concubines had to be present to watch and learn.

"What did you do it with?" the leader asked.

"Mouth.

" "And.

" "Hands."

"No. And. Don't think I don't know."

"Butt...butt..." The woman dared not continue.

(143) The beautiful woman became a concubine 4, and became the leading lady

"Butt what?" When he heard the woman "butt...butt..." and dared not continue, the leader knew
that nothing good was going to happen. He asked sternly.

"...butthole..." the concubine said in a weak voice. In order to protect the leader's interests, she did not dare to use
the leader's special, sacred, and her own genitals to do that, but instead performed masturbation, oral sex and
anal sex .

As a result, the concubine was slapped hard by each of the other women, and then made to lie on the bench
with her legs wrapped around her chest, until her butthole was facing the sky. Then, he
dipped one end of a rolling pin in lard, gripped it with both hands, and forcefully inserted it into the concubine's anus, rotating it in a circle.

"Weren't you itchy here? Feeling better now?"

"..." The woman dared not speak.

"I'm making you feel incredibly good now..." the man said. After waiting a while, when he pulled out
the rolling pin , the concubine's anus had been stretched open and hardened. The woman's anus was like an open child's mouth, a dark hole
that couldn't close, unable to retract.

The cult leader then began pouring candle wax into the woman's anus. Holding a large candle in one hand, the man used his
other hand to pull the rolling pin out of the woman's anus. He poured the scalding candle wax directly into the woman's rectum.

The woman screamed, clutching her buttocks with both hands. But she dared not move even an inch.
Even as her fingernails scratched raised, bloody welts on her buttocks, she dared not move an inch. "Spare me!
I'll never do it again!" the woman pleaded desperately.

The cult leader was completely unmoved by the woman's pleas. Then he ordered each of his concubines to take a lit
candle and take turns dripping molten wax into their open anuses. Some women were so terrified that their hands trembled,
making it impossible to drip accurately, resulting in their bodies being covered in wax inside and out. This torture wasn't over until their rectums were completely filled.
The cult leader then forced the women to expel the wax in front of everyone. The women, their faces red with fear, struggled for
over ten minutes before finally managing to squeeze out sections of waxy anal plugs, completing this torment.

Throughout the entire process, the women screamed and howled incessantly, their voices hoarse. Later, while expelling the wax, they
sobbed and choked back tears. For the next few weeks, her stool always contained drops of wax.

But what was most unexpected was that the cult leader then gave this woman to one of the followers.
Regardless of their wishes, he forced them to marry and even held a grand wedding ceremony for them.

Many other punishments followed, varied and numerous. Therefore, the boy's mother dared not openly defy the cult leader's orders.
She simply looked at her child with a serious expression.

This is where her usual upbringing comes in. What she usually teaches will influence the child's thinking.

The boy understood his mother's meaning and stopped touching his "sister's" buttocks. He withdrew his hand.

"What's going on?" The cult leader noticed this and was very displeased. But he didn't know
why it was like this. "Let him touch!" he shouted angrily. But the child dared not touch again.

The boy's mother pretended not to know, her eyes expressionless and aimlessly looking in other directions.

"Pathetic." "Touch her front." The cult leader ordered the boy helplessly.

The boy turned his back, reached back and touched his sister's pubic area before pulling his hand back. In that
very short time, the boy unexpectedly grabbed a few pubic hairs. Then he clenched his fist and
hid the hairs in his palm.

Perhaps he plucked too many, because Qingluan cried out in pain.

The surrounding women couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, thinking, "She dares to cry out!" They assumed this new little slut was going to
get a beating .

But only the cult leader saw what his son had secretly done. He thought this was more like him
and was actually quite pleased. So this time he wouldn't hit him.

"Go back," he said, letting the boy return to his mother's side. "Did you finish filming?" the cult leader asked the young woman in charge of photography, Wanru,

during the punishment of Qingluan . "Filmed," the woman answered tremblingly. "Good. Let's continue filming," the cult leader said. "Slow down your movements and film her from the front." Then the director instructed to zoom in on the woman's genitals. "Turn around... with your butt facing us. Bend over..." The woman being filmed obediently turned her body. First, a side profile was shown, then her buttocks were slowly raised towards the camera. "Sister has hair on her butt," a little girl watching the 'filming' said. "Mom, why have any?" Apart from the little girl's words, there was no other sound around. You could hear a pin drop. The little girl's mother was so frightened that she quickly pulled her child close, pressing her face against her body to prevent her from speaking. "Mom, why do your pants smell so bad?" The child, being naive, didn't understand. After turning around, she...

His nose was pressed against the woman's genitals.

The woman quickly squatted down, positioning herself face-to-face with the child. One hand tightly gripped the child's
delicate little arm. The other hand carefully and aimlessly wiped the child

's face. "Mommy, you're hurting my arm," the child, still oblivious, said.

The woman immediately released her grip, which she had unconsciously tightened in her tension. Slowly, the child finally fell silent.

The adults around breathed a long sigh of relief, shifting their gaze from the child back to the cult
leader .

"Let me see how your filming is," the cult leader said, also turning his gaze away from the child. His eyes
were sinister .

The camera was filled entirely with the woman's vulva; even the sparse pubic hairs were clearly visible, with
a tiny, glistening dewdrop clinging to the tip of one of the curly hairs. The labia majora were
plump and full, the texture of the skin clearly defined.

The young woman filming felt somewhat uncomfortable, rubbing her thighs together vigorously. To relieve the
strange .

"Slowly turn back. Face the camera, take your hands away."

The woman being photographed did as she was told.

"Tell me, how did your husband do it to you?" It was the cult leader's voice.

"It's...it's just like that." The woman blushed again.

"I'm talking about that other man you have outside."

"He...he does it like that too..." The woman dared not lie anymore. She could only tell the truth. Although
she did not answer the question directly, she admitted that she had another man outside. While speaking, she did not know
what to do with her hands, so she just let them hang down in front of her body. Subconsciously, she used each of them to grab a tuft of
dark, shiny pubic hair and rubbed it. After twisting the pubic hair together into a rope, her fingers continued
to rub it.

"He also pulled your hair there?" the cult leader asked.

The woman quickly let go, leaving two tufts of pubic hair twisted into a small mustache that was slowly rotating.
After they separated on their own.

"Auntie has braided her pee-pee area." Nan Nan said, squatting between the women's legs.

Hearing this, Nan Nan's mother rushed to find her child, but the child had already crawled ahead and she couldn't reach her. She could
only scold the child in a low voice, "We're filming a movie, no talking."

"Mom, you have hair there too. You should braid your hair too. I'll help you." Nan Nan disobeyed and continued
to ask.

A woman couldn't help but chuckle. The others couldn't help but laugh as well.
Only Nan Nan's mother blushed deeply and slapped Nan Nan's bottom hard. Fortunately, the child was tough and
didn't cry.

"Is he very rich?" the man asked again. This was the question the cult leader was most concerned about at the moment.

"Yes. You know that."

"Okay. Now turn around. Bend over. Stick your butt out and lift one leg..." The cult leader hadn't
forgotten that he was still the director and the leading man.

The woman slowly bent over. Through the viewfinder, one could clearly see the woman's anus and
the bluish birthmark on her buttocks. 'If her body is found, this birthmark will be the police's breakthrough.' The man
saw it and thought of it. He couldn't help but reach out and touch the birthmark in the woman's buttocks, even
trying to pick at it with his fingernail. But he couldn't remove it.

"How much money is it?" After a pause, the man still asked. He needed to verify. Didn't you have to count money several times?
Asking a few more times wouldn't be useless.

The surroundings were quiet; so many people were watching the movie being filmed, yet not a single person made a sound. Everyone held their breath.

"I don't know," the woman shook her head blankly.

"About... like the rent for the yard..." the man prompted, realizing he had forgotten to ask about
that . Now he needed to know for sure.

The man's hand was still on the woman's birthmark, but he stopped picking at it and moved his fingers forward,
placing them on the woman's tightly clenched anus. Qingluan's anus was tightly clenched, the dense lines like a
string made of iron wire. The man plucked a string with his fingernail, and
a metallic .

"I haven't asked." The woman also felt the plucking of the strings. Feeling uncomfortable, she quickly continued timidly
, "The rent for the front shop is over six hundred thousand a year. After deducting taxes and various expenses, not counting the shop itself,
the courtyard 's own income is over five hundred thousand a year."

"Wow," the man thought, startled, "He's better at business than I am." "Is it
the courtyard of 'Lijiezhai'?" He followed up, seemingly incredulous, asking again. Suddenly knowing the courtyard already belonged to
his woman, the man had to ask again, considering it carefully. He wondered if many of his previous plans
needed to be changed.

"Yes," the woman said.

"Is the money in his account or yours?"

"The rent is in my account."

"Wow, he's really rich!" one of the women exclaimed in surprise.

The women started chattering.

"Shut up," the man snapped.

The room fell silent.

He thought, "Thank God. Luckily I didn't kill her earlier. But these women can't know about this
." He then promptly called it a day. He raised his arm and clapped his hands above his head. "Alright.
Everyone except Wanru, the photographer, can leave." He took a bag of
snacks from a small cabinet and handed it to an older woman. "Give these to the children," he said.

"We want to see a movie," one of the children said, not wanting to leave.

"Get out!" the cult leader immediately snapped. His temper was like the weather on Mount Everest, unpredictable.

Seeing the cult leader's anger, the mothers quickly pulled their children away. A large group of reluctant women
led a group of children who kept turning back to look. The older children were preoccupied, while the younger ones fussed about wanting to see the movie.
Gradually, they walked away, still chattering amongst themselves.

"I want to see it!" Only the little girl named Nannan, unafraid of the cult leader, pouted and stubbornly squatted
on the ground refusing to leave.

The cult leader scooped up Nan Nan and said gently, "Nan Nan, be good. Go have some snacks." He then handed
Nan Nan directly to the waiting young woman.

"Wait," the man suddenly pulled the woman back as she was about to leave, "I almost forgot." The cult leader patted her...
The man said, "Wanxie, tonight you leave the child with her nanny. Then go to her husband,
Qinglong 's, room. Make him a chicken and send it over." He glanced at Qingluan as he spoke

. "Men are all dirty. I'm not going. What if he assaults me?" Wanxie was reluctant.

"He doesn't count as a man," the cult leader said.

"Does he know anything about sex?" The young woman looked at the cult leader with typical local big eyes, clearly
disapproving of Qingluan's husband and showing little interest in the task.

"Hey, I'm asking you. Does your husband know what to do in bed?" It was unclear who the cult leader was asking.

Qingluan, with her back to everyone, stuck out her rear end, seemingly wanting to nod, but afraid others wouldn't see, so she whispered,
"He knows."

"He really did it with you?" The man was somewhat skeptical.

"Did...do..." Her voice was almost inaudible.

"How did he do it? Like me?"

"The same..." Her voice was even softer.

"Tell me, how did he do it with you?" The man became interested. He returned to Qingluan's side
, kneading one of her breasts. His thumb pressed against one breast, while his other four fingers
tapped the other in turn.

"Just do it like that… I lie there, and he puts his thing in…"

"Put it in where?"

"Here…" The woman placed the heel of her hand on her lower abdomen, her four fingers tracing downwards to her pubic area.

Nan Nan's mother chuckled.

"That's alright, his thing is small, it won't get hard," the man said. "Is your husband's
thing big?"

Qingluan nodded, her head almost touching the bench.

'A coward with a big dick. How could I forget that?' the cult leader thought.

"What if he forces himself on me?"

"He won't dare. Your task is to get him to agree to a divorce from Qingluan. You must complete this task.
Before you go to his place, grab a chicken from the fridge, cook it, and take it with you. You're better at it than I am. If he agrees, you
can let him have sex with you once… or twice. Come back and report to me before dawn."

"What if he doesn't agree?"

"Tell him he has to agree, even if he doesn't. He's the highest-ranking mid-level manager in my cult. After
so many years of being educated by my cult of incompetence, he can't be so clueless. What good have all those years of education done to him? Tell him he not only has to
agree to the divorce, but he also has to be proactive. Don't wait for others to urge him; bring it up first.
Be nice to him when you talk to him. Put some emotion into it when you're doing *that*. Shout a couple of times. Let him feel what he's doing.
Don't be like a child doing homework, forcing yourself to have sex with someone. You won't even get a proper response. I've gone all
out ; what else can't you go through?"

"And..." Just as the woman was about to leave, the cult leader called her back, "If all else fails... you
... can play it by ear." The cult leader spoke the last sentence very vaguely. It was as if someone was choking him
, making it hard for him to breathe.

The woman walked away with the wailing Nan Nan in her arms.

"I want to see Auntie's naked bottom in a movie..." The voice grew softer and softer until it was no longer audible.

The cult leader wanted to close the door, but was afraid of affecting the light. He hesitated for a moment and left the door open. He also waved to the lady and children in
the open space in the distance.

Only three people remained in the room.

(144) Beauty as Concubine 5, renamed

"Bend Higher." The man said to Qingluan, who had been sitting on the stool for so long without daring to move, after returning.
At the same time, he placed his large hand on the woman's round buttocks. A finger was digging into the woman's buttocks
.

When the man's fingernail scratched across the woman's pattern, the woman's body couldn't help but tremble.

"Be careful not to film my head," the cult leader said to the pregnant woman who was still filming.

Qingluan endured the stimulation of the man's fingers, knowing that the filming was still going on.

"You," the cult leader gently patted Qingluan's buttocks, "lift it up."

The woman pressed one side of her face against the seat and lifted her buttocks so hard that her
pubic .

"She has so much hair in her butt crack. It doesn't match her delicate appearance at all,"
the woman said. "I'll give her a close-up there, and then move around to her face and give her a close-up of her face. That way
the contrast will be clear."

Qingluan contracted the sphincter muscles near her anus, trying to close her buttocks using this method.
To prevent another woman from seeing her abundant anal hair, she had to do some 'close-up'. And the woman was so
unrestrained.

In the past, if a man found that the hair on the skin of his perineum had grown, he would endure the pain
and pluck it himself. But in this situation, who would have the mind to do that? As a result, that area became overgrown with weeds,
and someone even discovered it.

"Okay," thankfully the man started giving orders again. Standing beside the woman, he continued, "Now
stand up and slowly turn around. Be slow... raise both hands above your head."

Another pregnant woman, Wanru, stopped commenting on Qingluan's pubic hair and resumed filming seriously.

Although Qingluan was still straddling the bench, she had already turned over several times.
Now she placed her hands above her head, assuming a wide-open doorway pose. Every detail of her body
was on full display, almost right in front of the camera.

Soft light streaming in from the door and windows illuminated the woman's body, making her flesh appear even more shapely, with clear textures, three-dimensionality, and richness, even
without additional lighting.

The young woman filming started from the woman's fingertips, moving the camera from her forehead to her genitals.
After pausing at her genitals, the camera moved to her toes. Then it slowly returned to Qingluan's vulva, stopping at her dark pubic
hair.

The lighting was good, and her movements were somewhat unnatural.

"Now start wearing the clothes I gave you," the man said to the woman.

The woman took her hands down from above her head and then carefully examined the so-called '
clothes . It was a strapless bra made of thin strings and a
thong that, when rolled up, was no bigger than a ping-pong ball. The fabric offered little coverage, let alone the numerous tears. Moreover,
these 'clothes' didn't look new; they weren't even in packaging. Clearly, they had been used many times. Therefore, the woman had…
A slight hesitation.

"What? You don't like what I gave you?" The man noticed the woman's little scheme.

"Okay..."

"Then hurry up and put it on."

The woman fastened the hooks at the back of the 'bra' at her chest. But because the bra was too small, she could
only barely pull it together by placing it above her breasts, almost close to her neck. After fastening it,
she had to turn it 180 degrees. Turn the hooks to the back. Then she put her arms through her shoulder straps. This is when
the trouble started. During the turning, the 'bra' was too small and very tight, digging into her flesh; when the two cups were
above her breasts, she couldn't pull it down at all, and it would burst open if she tried. It was like two small hats hanging far away on
two large Russian loaves of bread. It was far too bad. Then, with a "snap," all three hooks were pulled open,
and the small bra floated to the ground.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Qingluan hurriedly tried to pick up the pieces of cloth that had fallen to the ground.
But at this moment, she felt sweet inside. This proved that her reluctance to wear it wasn't her fault; it also showed the
gossipy woman her unattainable size.

"Don't pick it up. Throw it away," the cult leader said helplessly. However, he was still quite satisfied with his woman's breasts this
time .

Just as she was about to put on the cooler thong, the cult leader stopped her.

"Wait. You're too dirty." The man suddenly noticed the problem. "Look how dirty you are." Instead of
saying the clothes were too small, he noticed the dirt on the woman's body. If he hadn't stopped her, the thong would probably have 'exploded'
.

The cult leader pressed his thumb on Qingluan's soft belly and rubbed it, producing a large, thick, black mud, pointed at both ends, like making glutinous rice cake
. The cult leader moved his finger to the woman's pubic area and rubbed it, producing another large, thick,
black mud. He also plucked several curly female pubic hairs.

"Hiss..." After a long hiss, the woman stammered, "It's been so long since I've
taken a bath ." She hurriedly covered her private parts with her hands, looking down at her patchy,
dark skin with embarrassment.

"This Hongfeng..." the man sighed, seemingly to himself.

Then the cult leader returned to the woman's side and gently helped her pick up her bra. He tossed it aside, saying, "It's
a little small. This was bought for Nan Nan's mother. She didn't have time to buy a new one, so she brought this. Next time, I'll buy
a larger size according to your measurements. Eh..." The man stretched and gently patted the woman's large buttocks. "
I don't know if this one will fit? Although your buttocks are fleshier than hers, that thing is constricted in the butt crack
. Your waist doesn't seem too thick yet. Size doesn't seem to matter, right?" It was unclear who the man
was asking.

"I don't know," Qingluan shook her head.

"I think so..." Wanru said while filming.

"Go take a bath now," the man said, pushing the woman's fleshy shoulder.

"Really?" A happy light shone in the woman's eyes.

"Go ahead." The man patted the woman's bottom gently like family and said, "You know
where everything is. You can use whatever you want here from now on." As he spoke, he naturally put his arm around the woman's other
shoulder, their skin rubbing against each other as they walked into the bathroom.

In her dream, Wanru recalled that Qingluan went to the bathroom after the cult leader agreed.

This room was the cult leader's living room, and further inside was the bedroom, and the toilet was in the bedroom. Qingluan had
been there before and knew the way well.

The heavily pregnant woman, Wanru, followed behind them with the camera.

"Wait...are you filming while I'm showering?" Qingluan felt a little uncomfortable and asked hesitantly.

"She'll film hers. We'll shower." The man, worried about water getting into the camera, gestured for the young woman filming to move
away .

"I'm not actually that dirty...maybe...maybe..." Qingluan suddenly hesitated.

The cult leader pinched Qingluan's cheek with a large hand. "Are you itchy again?" she said kindly.

"..." Qingluan was speechless.

"The light isn't very good," Wanru complained.

The man opened the small frosted glass window of the bathroom. The bathroom became much brighter. "
It's okay ."

"Wait." Just as the man was about to move away, the woman grabbed his wrist. "You wash me."

"Oh?" The man was taken aback. "Okay. But you have to tell me where to wash?"

"Wash here." The woman took one of the man's hands and placed it on her vulva.

"You're quite sensible." The man said, and indeed took off his clothes, returning to the room naked, and
retrieved the bench. "Come on, sit here, I'll wash your hair first." The man placed the narrow bench
under the showerhead.

The woman, being a lady of high society, sat regally on the bench like a bodhisattva. Unlike other
women who had been here, she didn't instinctively straddle the bench like a lowly prostitute. However, because she was sitting, the bench
squeezed her buttocks, making them bulge outwards and appear even larger.

The woman's body, especially her buttocks and genitals—areas never exposed to sunlight—though dirty, still
showed her original color. Qingluan's skin was frighteningly white. Among the cult leader's many women, no, among the women of this
region , this city, she had never seen anyone so fair. The other women's skin was either sallow,
yellowish-black, or at best a pale pink. The woman's fertility was excellent. This was one of the reasons the cult leader had
n't killed her. If she were killed, she wouldn't come back to life, she would be gone. "At least let her
give birth to the child first."

"Heh," the man sneered. "You also need to change your name. Before, I called you 'Qingluan' because it
followed 'Qinglong's' name. Now that you've remarried, your name needs to be changed. You belong to the 'Wan' generation.
I think 'Wanrong' would be good."

"Thank you, cult leader. You are great," the woman hurriedly replied.

Seemingly provoked by the woman's lewd appearance, the man suddenly used one hand to turn Wanrong over, pressing her face
down .

The woman's legs were on the ground, her hands supporting her on the bench. Her breasts heaved.

Then, the man suddenly raised his other hand and, without any apparent reason, unexpectedly slapped
the woman's plump, soft buttocks hard. The spot where she was struck immediately caved in, but the surrounding area...
The white flesh swelled up. Then, this bulge quickly spread in all directions.

After the ridge disappeared, as time continued, in a very short time, the same spot on the woman's buttocks
became a valley of white flesh. Then came another ridge, then another valley. The waves of flesh spread and
trembled in this way.

After being hit, the woman couldn't help but let out a hoarse scream. Her entire chest was too heavy, and
her hands couldn't support her, so she fell forward onto the bench. Her waist rested on the bench. Her legs were still kneeling, but her knees
couldn't reach the ground and could only dangle there; her upper body hung on the other side of the bench.

When the "smack" sounded, the pregnant woman didn't dare to delay for a second and carefully
recorded the scene, the waves of flesh. At the same time, whether out of pity or fear, just seeing someone else being hit made her so scared that she urinated
. A stream of yellow fluid flowed down her thigh, leaving a dark wet stain on her pants. Because of the ample urine
, the wetness extended all the way to the hem of her trousers, forming a string of small, golden droplets. As one of these
droplets grew larger, it finally gave way and fell to the ground, shattering into eight pieces. The slap had indeed been too harsh. A few seconds later, a red handprint

appeared on the woman's buttocks . "Ah..." The woman, caught off guard and unprepared, was badly beaten and terrified. She screamed, her face contorted, her entire body trembling violently with the undulating waves of her buttocks. Her half-bent, spread legs spasmed, and she even managed to squeeze out a large gush of yellow urine from her incontinent vagina. Her lower back swayed forward, while her upper body arched upward. After both women simultaneously lost control of their bladders, the shower room was instantly filled with a hot, pungent odor. Then, like a piece of melted butter, the woman collapsed, utterly exhausted, onto the bench, unable to rise . Her two thighs, straddling the bench, hung limply downwards. "How is it?" The man grabbed the woman's hair and pulled her head up. "It hurts," the woman said, tears welling in her eyes. "Do you still want me to wash you?" "No..." The woman only managed to utter one word before nodding repeatedly, the "no" turning into "I'll let you..." "You're smart." The man patted the woman's shoulder a few times. The woman's dark hair clung to her cheeks with sweat, her eyes occasionally rolling upwards, her mind seemingly shifting between lucidity and confusion. "Now get in the water." Her long hair was washed several times before it was finally clean. "Come on, now wash your body. Face up and straddle the stool... Come on, then lie back..." Wanrong, who was Qingluan in the past, straddled the stool, her upper body lying away from the showerhead. Her head on the other end of the stool, leaving only her genitals in the spraying water. Her once messy pubic hair was now plastered to the skin of her pubic mound, the dark hair trembling under the impact of the water. Her two feet were on the ground, supporting her upright calves and horizontal thighs; her arms were still in front of her chest. However, at this moment, the woman's two breasts were spread out like two puddles of cow dung. This was her 'real breasts'. Prosthetic breasts cannot change shape on their own, but real breasts can. So, after a woman lies down, it is possible to initially distinguish whether she has real or fake breasts. The man picked up a large sponge, poured half a bottle of shower gel on it, and then wiped it across the woman's face like . The sponge swept over the soft breasts and hard pubic area, all the way to the top of one foot; then it wiped the other foot, returning to the woman's face. Wanrong quickly squeezed her eyes shut. After the sponge was used, a patch of black foam was left on the woman's body. At this moment, the young woman filming realized that Wanrong's body was so white and beautiful. 'Such a beautiful woman. The cult leader is so lucky,' she thought. 'You,' the cult leader said to the pregnant woman filming, 'is it clean there?' 'Clean,' the young woman said. She knew where the cult leader was referring to. The cult leader thought for a moment, "That won't do either. You take off your clothes too. Wash yourself thoroughly inside and out." Wanru handed the camera to the cult leader. Completely naked started washing herself. She placed her hands between her legs, inserting them into her genitals, moving them in and out, rubbing herself until she felt itchy. She knew this might be a very rare opportunity, so she washed very carefully . "Wash the rest of the body too," the cult leader said, turning off the camera and placing it on the table . She also took off her clothes, naturally joining the shower group. "Get up and sit properly," the cult leader said to the air. Wanru knew he was talking to her, and to avoid being beaten, she quickly sat up, enduring the pain. She deliberately sat forward, almost on her thighs, her buttocks sticking out of the bench, trying to avoid the area coming into contact with anything hard. To maintain her balance, she leaned her upper body forward as much as possible. Despite sitting like this, the spot on her buttocks where she had been hit earlier still hurt, and it burned when she touched it. "Wanru, shave my face." This time, the cult leader was talking to the pregnant woman. Then he sat down , and their skin made a "squeak, squeak" sound when they touched. After sitting down, the man naturally put one arm around the bare shoulder of the woman next to him. Very fleshy. "I'll shave the hair down there today too." The cult leader suddenly said with a whimsical idea. "Where?" "Dick hair." The cult leader said. "It 's such a waste to shave it." Wanru said. " Stop talking nonsense." The cult leader said sternly. Wanru had no choice but to obey. (145) Beauty as Concubine 6, Fat Vagina Wanru picked up the cult leader's safety razor blade. It was the kind with three blades. The cult leader would not allow his women to use traditional, sharp single-edged razor blades to serve him. That way, a female cult member with a bad heart would have the opportunity to cut his throat. Danger must be nipped in the bud. Wanru picked up the cult leader's shaving foam and shook the cold metal container. She pressed a red button on it. A large amount of foam emerged from the aluminum bottle, which the woman smeared into her palm. It was a large, snow-white mass, as white as Wanrong's skin beside her. "Lie down. Otherwise, some areas won't be shaved," Wanru said. Because of her nervousness, she forgot that she should shave the man's face first, and the razor pointed directly downwards.

"Wanrong, get out of the way," the cult leader commanded. He then sprawled out on the bench, hands
behind his head, legs on the ground. His erect penis pointed towards the ceiling.

Wanru then began applying foam to all the pubic hair on the man's genitals. From his chest, to
his stomach, then his vestibule, and finally his testicles. "Lift your leg," Wanru said. She then helped
the man lift one leg, curling it up and placing his foot on the bench. Then she knelt down
and applied foam to the dark cleft of his buttocks, all the way down to his anus.

"Wanrong has more hair here than you," Wanru said casually after applying the foam
. She touched the man's anal hair. "Shave this too? It'll be prickly!" she said.

"Oh. I'll shave yours," the man replied, ignoring Wanru's suggestion. In fact, he didn't accept any woman's
advice.

The woman stood up, positioned herself to one side of the man, and began rubbing each part of his
genitals , carefully applying foam to every single hair. She
applied the foam to his stomach with one hand; with the other, she first stroked his penis, then kneaded his large testicles, and finally inserted
a finger into the crevice of his buttocks.

"You're here to help," Wanru said to Wanrong, who was standing there dumbfounded.

Wanrong quickly moved closer.

"You hold his leg," Wanru instructed.

Wanrong quickly used her bare, smooth, fleshy shoulders to support the man's hairy
thigh . She was quite tall, and when she stood up, the man's leg was lifted into the air.

"Then you use one hand to spread the flesh here,"

Wanrong followed Wanru's instructions, using one hand to spread half of the man's buttocks. The man's buttocks
were strong powerful, and the foamed area was slippery; it took a lot of effort to spread even a small opening, and her finger slipped and pulled back
halfway.

It was as if she had pried open the man's other half of his buttocks before finally managing to insert the razor into his anus,
scraping with a "scratching, scraping" sound. The sharp blade severed one pubic hair after another.

A foul stench wafted out.

After only a few strokes, the thick, curly pubic hair, mixed with foam, clogged the gaps between the razor blades. She couldn't scrape
anymore. The blade kept slipping on the hair, but couldn't remove a single hair. Wanru had no choice but to take the blade
to the tap and rinse it vigorously. She scraped and rinsed again, repeating this several times before finally getting it clean.

"Hold this," Wanru said, grasping the man's penis from the tip of the glans with her first three fingers.

Wanrong immediately gripped what Wanru had given her tightly, refusing to let go. In her eyes,
it wasn't just a simple genital organ of a man who had once violated her and would continue to persecute her,
but a lifeline.

"Why are you gripping so tightly!" The man was clearly uncomfortable. "Looking for fucking?" he said, kicking
Wanrong's slippery body. The unsuspecting woman fell to the ground.

Wanrong lay there, unable to get up for a long time.

"Do I have to carry you up in a sedan chair?" The man lay on the bench, his eyes barely able to see
Wanrong. He was already groping to get up and beat her.

"I'm pregnant," the woman said in a panic. She immediately struggled to stand up, but failed several times
.

"If I kick you out, I'll fuck you out again. Can you get up?" the man said.

Wanrong stood up with a "whoosh."

'Women are just so cheap,' the cult leader thought to himself. At the same time, he gave her a disdainful look and snorted.
Returning

to her previous position, Wanrong bent down and carefully lifted the man's huge penis. This time
she only used her fingertips to gently pinch it, afraid of causing more trouble. The man's thing was big and heavy. After holding it for a while, her fingers got tired,
so she switched to the other hand.

After freeing her hands, Wanru lifted the man's soft, long, sagging
testicles . With a few slashes, she cleaned the hair around and on the testicles.
After cleaning the areas the man couldn't reach himself, she turned to the main battlefield.

"Hurry up and wash yourself clean, dry yourself, and go back to your room and lie down on the bed," the cult leader
ordered .

The woman hurriedly went to take a bath. The cult leader then squeezed into the running water, licking his belly and washing his
genitals. Seeing this, the woman, afraid of interfering with the cult leader's actions, quickly stepped aside and waited.

"Come in and wash!" the man complained again. "You wash too," the cult leader said to Wanru.

Wanru then returned to the steaming water. The three of them, two women and one man, washed side by side.

After quickly washing, each took a towel to dry themselves. The women helped each other dry their backs,
while others dried the rest of their bodies. Wanru tucked a bath towel between her legs and vigorously rubbed
her genitals and perineum dry. She wanted to part her labia to dry the flesh inside, but after glancing at Wanrong, she
refrained.

Then the first woman obediently went into the room and lay down on the bed.

"Point the camera at her, turn it on, and put it on the table. Then you take off your clothes and get on the bed. Lie down with her,"
the cult leader said to the young woman watching beside him.

The pregnant woman did as the cult leader instructed. The two women lay down on the bed side by side, their bodies straight,
their hands pressed tightly against their sides. Their bellies were larger than each other's. They waited there quietly, not daring to move.

The man was also vigorously rubbing his groin with a large bath towel when he stepped across the threshold into the room.

"Hehe, not bad," he said when he saw the two women lying there like corpses. "Now you
lie on top of her. Like when you did 69 with me, suck her vagina."

"How can I lie on top of her?" Wanru said, her large belly protruding. It seemed this was very difficult for her.

"Let her be on top. You just need to show her. Otherwise, she won't know what to do," the cult leader said.

"I'll teach her," Wanru said, nudging Wanrong, who was still lying there like a corpse. "Come on, climb on top of me.
Head towards my feet."

Wanrong was like a female prisoner locked in a concentration camp's death row cell, forced to submit to fate to survive and avoid
the gas chamber . Now, she had no choice but to obey any orders. So she climbed
onto Wanru. However, to protect the baby in her womb, Wanrong deliberately avoided the pregnant woman's large belly, placing her...
She placed her upper body on Wanru's lap, her legs spread wide on either side of her body. Thus,
the two women were vulvas facing each other, their faces close to each other's toes.

The man, seeing this, didn't utter a word, only smirking coldly before crossing his arms and
watching coldly.

"It's not like that," Wanru said from below.

Wanrong clearly didn't understand the pregnant woman's meaning. Her mouth was now right next to the woman's toes, so
she bit down without hesitation. Like biting the cult leader's finger earlier, she bit and licked. Her large, white buttocks
arched , as if afraid someone would snatch it away, or as if
she had accidentally stumbled upon a once-in-eight-hundred-years delicacy, and if she had been any later, it would have been stolen. Her tongue even licked between the woman's toes.

"It was my fault," Wanrong said between licks, seemingly to someone, "Please spare me."

Wanrong could only desperately try to please everyone around her, hoping not to be killed. She forced back her
tears, her heart filled with hatred for the 3D man, a hatred so intense it made her grit her teeth. A month or two had passed, and there hadn't been a single
sign .

"Stop it! Doesn't it stink? I haven't washed my feet in days!" Wanru angrily kicked
the woman's face away. "Have some self-respect! Don't you know it smells bad?"

"No, it doesn't stink. It's just a little salty," Wanrong said, forcing back tears.

"Now listen to me. Move up towards me. Move your belly here." The pregnant woman
patted the area below her breasts, her hands making a "slap slap slap" sound. She then pulled
Wanrong's thigh down.

Wanrong understood what the woman meant and used her limbs to support herself, swaying
backward until she reached the spot Wanru indicated.

"Lie down," Wanru said, tapping Wanrong's buttocks.

Throughout this process, the cult leader remained silent, standing aside, watching the two women's
game .

Now, the cult leader could only see Wanru's front. Because of her pregnancy, her breasts, which were not large to begin with,
appeared like those of a nouveau riche. Two bright red nipples stood erect, as if challenging men, "Like it?
If you like me, come and pinch me."

Further down, the inverted woman's mons pubis bulged high, like a small mountain. The sparse pubic hair was like
the vegetation on that mountain. It looked as if the vegetation was coated with a layer of shiny oil, but it was actually the woman's vaginal fluid. Wanrong
had just exposed her naked body in front of so many people. Especially since there were quite a few children present, it
had .

When Wanrong's vulva approached another woman's face, that woman impatiently pulled down
Wanrong 's genitals, the sticky vulva slapping Wanrong's face with a "smack," making her
gasp for breath. Wanrong quickly jerked her head upwards, letting her nose brush against the vulva of the woman above, finding a
place to breathe. Then, seizing the opportunity, she stuck out her tongue and licked the very smooth inner vulva of the woman
.

Wanrong trembled violently as she was licked.

On either side of Wanru's eyes were two white, plump woman's thighs. At one end of the thighs was a wide, suddenly protruding
woman's buttocks. At the junction of the buttocks and thighs, several deep, long
folds of flesh formed due to the thickness of the flesh. "Lick me too," she said, reaching under Wanrong's body and patting her buttocks
. "Lick mine too." She also pinched the trembling flesh of her buttocks.

The cult leader noticed a strange expression on Wanrong's face. Her eyes widened, and she grimaced
like a synchronized swimmer just emerging from the water. She had probably never encountered, or even imagined,
this kind of game between women. She had never known its stimulation.

"Hehe," the cult leader watched with interest.

Wanru continued. She stuck out her tongue and licked Wanrong's vulva. "Oh," Wanrong made a
strange sound.

"What's wrong?" the cult leader asked.

"..." No one answered.

"You...you lick me like that too," Wanru gasped from below.

At this moment, Wanrong was afraid that her large size would crush her large pregnant belly. She could only
support . Her mouth was still some distance from the yellowish-black vulva below, making it impossible to lick.
Before her tongue could even touch it, her large breasts were already pressing against the large belly below
, unable to move down.

"Lower your head!" Wanru peeked out from below, trying to see what was happening on the other side. But
on either side of her head were a woman's long, white legs, and directly above was a large, split buttock. She couldn't see anything. In her panic, she shouted
,

"Lower your head? Lower what head?" Wanrong's mind was a complete mess, her thoughts confused. She didn't
know who the other person was talking about. Seeing men and women shamelessly intertwined like this was undoubtedly a
huge blow to her mental state.

(The following two paragraphs can be ignored.)

At this time in China, many people were very open about sex; the government had also relaxed its control.
Crimes that were once punishable by death, such as adultery, or men and women having a dance together, were now no longer a concern.
Homosexuality , polygamy, and promiscuity had become a lifestyle, accepted by many.

However, this did not mean that sexual openness was accepted by everyone. On the contrary, non-traditional sex, which often caused a stir
in the online world, was still only secretly tried by a very small number of people; the thinking of most people
was still imprisoned by feudal ethics and morality. In terms of sex, reforms in sexual habits often lagged behind social reforms, and
official changes always lagged behind changes in the public. At least on the surface, that was the case.

"Don't you know why you're bowing your head?" Wanru thought the woman above her was very stupid. "Why don't you press on my
stomach ? I'm not afraid of being pressed." Wanru

didn't need to read this part

; she didn't know what "great wisdom appears as foolishness" meant. Truly wise people, great scholars,
cannot react very quickly. Those students who can give several answers in seconds when faced with a problem,
who raise their hands vigorously in class and say, "I know, teacher, I know," are called "clever," or
rather, "petty clever." True wisdom lies in appearing foolish.

So Wanrong lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and used the tip of her tongue to nudge the yellowish-black vulva beneath her.

"Oh... harder! Bite, bite with your teeth. Bite harder. It won't hurt. I'm not afraid. It
doesn't ." The woman below urged.

Wanrong used her tongue even harder to hook it.

"Oh... so good. Harder! Harder. Don't you know what biting is?" The woman below also
began to suck on the vulva above again. "So plump." This was Wanru's voice.

"Let me see." The cult leader finally couldn't help but lean over for a look.

The woman was lying face down on Wanru. Looking down from above, the cult leader only saw Wanrong's
distinctive, snow-white buttocks and her high forehead, which was covered by her disheveled bangs. He
had to squat down. Squat to one side of Wanru's head. He personally separated Wanrong's two buttocks that were tightly pressed together.
Then he saw the tip of Wanru's nose, her fiery red tongue, and Wanrong's exquisite vulva.

It could be said that this was an excellent set of female external genitalia. Originally white,
the labia majora, now swollen and pale pink, bulged out like the mouth of a child with a mustache; enclosing the two
narrow, pink labia minora, which were now noticeably thickening. Wanru still had a way.

The cult leader continued watching. The woman's two little sprites were soaked in clear
, glistening, sticky, and slippery vaginal fluid. At this moment, another woman's long tongue
swept across the center of this exquisite vulva, creating waves of flesh and a surge of mucus.

Suddenly, Wanru abruptly raised her head, pressing her wide-open mouth against Wanrong's labia
, simultaneously shaking her head vigorously and emitting a
strange "woo-woo-woo..." sound from deep within her throat.

Faced with such powerful temptation, the second woman had no choice but to succumb, influenced by Wanru.
Suddenly, a glistening liquid gushed from her vulva; a deep,
heavy , a mournful sound that resonated in the cult leader's ears.

The man could no longer restrain himself. He lunged forward, grabbing Wanrong's ankles and lifting them into
the air . Then, with one large hand, he continued to hold her clasped ankles; with the other, he guided his
penis, tilting his head to aim. With a thrust, he penetrated.

The man immediately felt the slippery wetness deep within her vulva.

Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation, a
warm . He knew Wanru was being mischievous again. She was playfully licking his
large, dark testicles with her tongue, making him feel a tingling sensation.

Everyone was indulging in debauchery. No one considered Wanrong's feelings.

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