[The Choice of the End of a Nation] (2)

The harvests of life, chosen from two

paths, are all fruits of one's own labor—sweet, sour, bitter, astringent…

A flash of blue light illuminates a slender, beautiful figure dancing gracefully in this world. Her movements are swift and

fluid , a perfect blend of slow and dynamic rhythms, perfectly complementing the graceful curves of her body. Bathed in the blue light, she appears dreamlike and ethereal

.

(Thump…thump thump…thump thump thump…thump thump)

A pair of white jade hands are held across her chest, her wrists swaying up and down, thumb, middle, and ring fingers joined

together , index and little fingers extended.

Her slender waist and sexy shoulders sway in an S-shape, her long, white legs moving backward with a

seductive cat-like gait.

Her other hand is not idle either, tossing her long, black hair, tracing her slender neck, and

playfully caressing her flat, white abdomen.

Her eyes were filled with excitement and confidence, tinged with cunning and liveliness; her slanted phoenix eyes seemed to

shoot forth a burning passion.

Her mouth smiled, a gentle, alluring curve at the corners, her head swaying from side to side, occasionally

tilting her proudly pointed chin.

Her straight nose enhanced the overall effect of her face, and her thin red lips seemed to smile with a sense of glory.

The azure light moved in response to her dance steps, as if this light itself were an ideology, her

very being.

A folding fan slowly opened, the azure light illuminating it, upon which many beautiful, fluttering

butterflies danced freely among the flowers.

The fan gently descended, hovering above her head. Her delicate, white hand, which had been playing with her long, flowing hair, gently grasped the handle

, and the fan slowly closed.

She lightly waved the fan, her movements both understated and infinitely alluring, sometimes using it like a stick to tap left and right, sometimes

unfolding it to cover half her laughing face.

Her expressions shifted, sometimes lively and spirited, sometimes alluring and dynamic, sometimes melancholic and sorrowful, sometimes coldly enigmatic.

Her superb dance skills never ceased, their beginning and end unknown, as if

time itself had stopped within this azure light, granting her eternal youth and immortality.

The black lace miniskirt she wore twisted and turned with each dance, creating a mysterious and seductive allure. Her long,

milky-white legs were clad in matching black lace stockings, their sensuality intensifying as she bent or squatted

.

Her legs, clad in black lace stockings, wore shiny black high heels, the long heels striking the ground

with a beautiful, melodious sound.

Her back view was even more beautiful, its curves undulating. Her hand reached behind her head, lifting her long, flowing black hair.

Through the checkered pattern of her black lace miniskirt, glimpses of her white skin could be seen, amplifying

her sexiness to a new level.

Her hair, as black as floating clouds, flowed like a cloud. Her jade-like arm, holding a folding fan, slowly unfolded it above her head.

The butterflies fluttering on the fan's surface, illuminated by the blue light, seemed almost alive.

Her other hand roamed her thigh, caressing the lace trim of her black stockings.

The

folding fan held above her head began to sway gently. Her slender waist swayed, her black-stockinged thighs intertwining, rubbing, releasing passion. Her jade-like hand, on her large foot, moved with a cat-like rhythm, climbing up her swaying waist . Her round, fragrant buttocks swayed. Tongtong turned her head and smiled, her beautiful eyes and alluring smile even more captivating behind

her flowing hair. 　　Tongtong giggled, her laughter radiant, confident, lively, innocent, and absorbed. But the blue light seemed to shake like a crumbling world, countless cracks appearing. 　　Tongtong seemed blind and deaf, lost in her own world, unaware of the earth-shattering . She remained, still dancing gracefully in this crumbling world of blue light… 　　With her delicate, snow-white oval face, was Tongtong innocent, dynamic, or even seductive? She danced tirelessly, performing her self-created modern dance steps, because this was what she loved, what she pursued, what forever sustained her courage to live. 　　The world of blue light was changing, gradually turning white, becoming increasingly blinding. Tongtong finally noticed, but it was too late . 　　"No…no…why…why…why do this to me…what I want… is so simple…so simple…really simple…give it back to me…give it back to me…" 　　The blue light transformed into a blinding white light, gradually enveloping her. Helpless and fragile Tongtong was swallowed by , submerged, and could no longer be seen. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Tongtong 　　woke up with a start. In her dream, she had just dreamt of herself from ten years ago, doing what she loved, so carefree… 　　In this treacherous world, she had struggled and been tempered, and ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. She was thirty now . 　　"Why… was it… me from ten years ago… in my dream?" 　　Now, Tongtong was a renowned figure in the city, having founded her own conglomerate. She was currently lying on the top floor of the city's tallest building, Feitong Mansion, which belonged entirely to her. Tongtong remained a prominent figure in the city, a dazzling star. 　　The floor-to-ceiling curtains of the giant glass windows slowly parted, letting in warm sunlight that shone on Tongtong, who wore a white lace nightgown. Her clear gaze pierced through the giant glass windows, overlooking the magnificent cityscape. Under the sunlight, the city was filled with towering buildings and bustling traffic, radiating an aura of fame and fortune! 　　The white nightgown slipped off her slender figure and fell to her feet. 　　Beautiful as a flower, she held a small snake, about a foot long, in her hand. It was entirely black, with a triangular head—a venomous snake. But Tongtong held it as if it were a toy, showing no fear. 　　The black venomous snake slithered across her slender, fair body, coiling around her full breasts, binding her slender waist, and slowly tightening its grip. Then it darted through the dark forest, lingering there for a moment, before coiling again onto her long, fair thighs, turning back to look at Tongtong, its long tongue flicking out, its expression rather mischievous. 　　"Little Black... Little Black... Why do I love playing with you... Cluck... Cluck..."

Her alluring temperament, slender figure, seductive expression, and devilish curves were all so perfect.

A look of disgust appeared on her face. Thick semen flowed from the entrance of her mysterious forest of flesh,

watched like a playful child as it slid down her thighs, where it was licked clean by the black snake.

"Oh... Little Black... you're so greedy..."

Following the trail, the black snake burrowed into Tongtong's mysterious black forest. Tongtong's face showed an expression of unbearable desire,

her cheeks flushing red.

"You're getting more and more audacious... let me show you... whether you're poisonous or I am... okay... chuckle

... chuckle..."

As if understanding the meaning behind Tongtong's words, the black snake trembled. Tongtong grabbed its tail and pulled it out, its head

glistening with oil from its previous penetration.

The black snake, gripped by its tail, was whipped against the hard marble floor like a whip, its body

instantly torn to pieces, dying a gruesome death on the spot.

—Tongtong

, having finished washing and dressing, wore a black business suit skirt, a white shirt, and a pearl necklace. Her long, slender

legs were clad in black lace stockings, and she wore silver high heels. Her long, flowing black

hair down her high, rounded buttocks.

A cold, arrogant expression graced her face. The high heels made a sexy, fashionable sound in the opulent room. She

raised her delicate chin with haughty grace, her slender, white middle finger pushing up her silver-rimmed glasses, a domineering smile

playing .

As she passed the black venomous snake that had been smashed to death, the slender heel of her silver high heel slammed into the snake's head,

crushing it to pieces.

"Because you weren't toxic enough... so I trampled you under my feet... this is the price for burrowing into my body...

uh... hehehe..."

A fair wrist reached the slender neck adorned with a pearl necklace, casually tossing aside her long, black hair that reached her shapely buttocks

. The hair spread out and danced in the air, and a look of excitement flashed in her bright, slanted phoenix eyes, a surge of heat

filling her chest.

—A

beautiful woman in a black business suit, with a gray coat draped over her shoulders, but her hands weren't

inside—this attire enhanced her imposing presence.

Elegant and composed, Tongtong walked with a cat-like gait down the luxurious, wide aisle. Her high heels clad the thick carpet beneath her feet,

the sound of her heels on hard floor gone, yet adding an intangible charm to her presence.

On either side of the aisle stood countless female subordinates, all neatly dressed, clean and uniform, in

purple business suits, short skirts, and white shirts, each one exceptionally beautiful.

Tongtong strode confidently to the front of her first row of subordinates, who all bowed their heads,

clasped , and dared not move an inch.

"President...welcome to our great esteemed presence..."

"You all better remember this...I, the president...am fair in rewards and punishments...be...quick

- !

" "Yes..."

Two rows of subordinates stood on either side of the long corridor, heads bowed, bowing in salute. Tongtong, wearing a coat,

adjusted her silver-rimmed glasses with her middle finger. In her other hand, she held a top-grade women's cigarette, took a deep drag, and

slowly exhaled the billowing smoke.

With a cat-like gait, she moved through the long corridor, her

eyes . This was the result of ten years of honing her skills;

the young girl in her early twenties of yesteryear was now a completely different person.

Her slender waist swayed rhythmically with the movement of her high, rounded hips, her short skirt clinging tightly to them,

as if it might tear at any moment.

The coat draped over her body swayed rhythmically with each step she took. Achieving this

effect required even more rigorous training than a model.

—Tongtong

stepped into her private, luxurious elevator. The doors closed slowly, and the elevator

began its descent, starting from the 500th floor…

Inside, everything was arranged perfectly according to Tongtong's instructions—noble, luxurious, and grand. Only a

handful of people could ride in this elevator.

On the other side of the elevator was a transparent glass window. As the elevator descended smoothly, the scenery outside gradually

changed with the changing perspective.

An expression of annoyance returned to her face. The coat draped over her shoulders fell slowly onto

the thick .

She gently pulled up her black suit skirt, and her jade-like hand slowly reached between her mysterious legs, rubbing against the skirt for a while

. When she pulled it out, her slender fingers were covered in dew—which was semen.

"How can there still be so much..."

Sunlight streamed through the glass exterior into the elevator, illuminating her fingers, which were covered in semen. Tongtong stared at the sunlight

reflecting off , her expression a complex mix of fascination and pain.

Countless memories, like images, like film reels, flashed and played repeatedly in Tongtong's mind—mostly bitter,

most painful, and none sweet.

She brought her fair, semen-covered hand to her mouth, and under the fascinated gaze of her phoenix eyes, her sensual, thin red lips slowly

parted, revealing a long, red tongue, glistening with saliva, that licked and moved upwards.

The red tongue weaved between her fingers, licking and wandering. Soon, the semen was completely

wiped away. Her clean hand was then used to shield her eyes from the intense sunlight. Her phoenix eyes, slanted away, looked through her silver-rimmed glasses, through her

fingers still reeking of semen, through the transparent reinforced glass exterior, and into the distance as the elevator continued its descent.

"How much...is inside me...uh...oh..."

After

inspecting floors 488, 388, 288, 188, and 88, the company employees, after giving their instructions,

were all diligent and conscientious, not daring to be negligent or lazy in the slightest. Now, Feitong Group's business scope has

expanded to many areas, making it the city's leading conglomerate.

Seeing the various expressions, words, and humble postures of those below her,

Tongtong often thinks back to ten years ago when she was even lower than them, at the very bottom of society, the most undignified hostess.

Back then, I worked hard until late at night every day, and the next day I would get up early to go hiking and running to exercise,

then buy groceries at the makeshift market stalls by the roadside. I was even helplessly spied on by my lecherous landlord through the crack in the door while I was showering.

But I'm grateful that because of my consistent exercise and dancing back then, I

've maintained a very good physique for a long time, and it was precisely because of this, coupled with my natural flirtatious charm, that

he finally took a liking to me.

This "he" is Boss Niu, or rather, the Boss Niu of yesteryear has become the mayor of this city. In this

country, the highest commander of a city is the mayor, wielding the power of life and death, making decisions at his own discretion, and also having command

over several counties.

Speaking of which, I owe my success to Boss Niu

. Tongtong still calls him that today because she's gotten used to it over the past ten years. The exquisitely beautiful body that others crave has been played with by Boss Niu for ten years, and now

he's gradually distanced himself from her sexually. The devilishly shaped body that accustomed her to Boss Niu's "training" is something she

can't shake off.

The women accompanying Boss Niu are numerous, mostly young and inexperienced, aged 13-20, many of whom

were deflowered by him. She considers herself incredibly lucky to have been played with by Boss Niu from her 20s to her 30s. Although her body and sexual

skills are honed to perfection, possessing an unparalleled, fatal attraction to most men,

such attraction is utterly powerless in the face of Boss Niu's desires.

—The

lobby of the Feitong Building on the first floor is luxurious, elegant, and opulent. Various figures move about, some sitting on

sofas chatting, discussing business, and other matters of interest. Those who come here are the upper echelons of society,

at the top of the food chain. They never worry about food or drink, and their days are filled with entertainment as if it were New Year's Day. Men are accompanied by

beautiful women, and wealthy women are surrounded by handsome men and muscular men—this is the true face of society.

Then, a stunningly beautiful woman appears, and instantly, silence falls. Whether they know her or not

, everyone's attention is drawn to her.

The beautiful woman walked with a cat-like gait, exuding a captivating and alluring charm that

drew the attention of both men and women present.

As Tongtong approached, they all bowed to her, a burning desire igniting within her.

Each sway of her slender waist and shapely hips released a seductive allure that ignited a rapid fire in the men's hearts like strong liquor

. Each time she tapped her silver-rimmed glasses on her nose with her middle finger, the men could hardly look away. Each

crisp click of her high heels on the marble floor seemed to strike their hearts. An occasional glance back

with a smile was enough to launch a thousand ships, leaving an unforgettable impression.

She returned their greetings with a gentle smile, and under the silver-rimmed glasses, Tongtong appeared so refined and

elegant, so noble and intellectual—every smile, every gesture, was full of charm and grace.

The well-dressed lobby manager and several key managers cautiously approached Tongtong,

bowing deeply at a 90-degree angle with their hands flat on their thighs.

"President... your car... is ready to serve you at any time."

"Very good. "

Without even glancing at the obsequious staff standing before him, his phoenix eyes fixed on the massive floor-to-ceiling

crystal doors and his silver car waiting behind them.

A knowing smile played on his lips, but it was directed at the object, not the person.

"Manager Zhang... I heard you... caused the group losses."

"Innocent! Someone must have framed me... I didn't... I didn't..."

"I won't ask for details... but I'll tell you... if you can make amends... do even better... I

'll reward you... oh."

"I... I... will definitely... work... twice as hard... thank you... President...

for your mercy."

"Uh... hehe... hehe... ha..."

A bright smile appeared on Tongtong's face, then she suddenly turned to another manager with a cold, disdainful look.

"Manager Li...this isn't the place for you and your lover to fool around...you've got some nerve!"

Upon hearing this, Manager Li realized the CEO must know about his affair with his 15-year-old lover in the restroom.

This was a major taboo for the CEO.

He immediately knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly, his body trembling with nervousness, uttering apologies over and over.

"CEO...this...this servant...deserves to die...deserve to die!"

"Your wife is eight months pregnant...and you actually had an affair with a 15-year-old middle school student in the company restroom...

how can you face your wife...uh...I think you're tired of living...men, drag him away!"

Several burly security guards, who were on standby, rushed over angrily, grabbing Manager Li's legs instead of his hands and

dragging him away. Although Manager Li was in pain and humiliation being dragged and rubbed on the ground, he knew to cover his mouth tightly with both hands

, not daring to shout, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Manager Huang... I heard those girls you've been training... they've been serving you very well, sir... I wonder

which junior high school they're from?"

Manager Huang was shocked upon hearing this and immediately knelt down, shouting his innocence. Within moments, he was drenched in sweat and trembling violently.

"Oh dear... Manager Huang... what's wrong with you... I was just joking... is there really

such a thing?"

"No... no... absolutely not... no... no..."

"Hehe... no... that's good... come to my office another day... I'll treat you to tea."

"This... this servant... is deeply honored... it is... it is this servant's greatest honor."

Manager Huang could easily discern the hidden meaning in the president's words—a warning, a serious warning. Tongtong wouldn't let

any other woman steal her current position. If anything detrimental to her, she would stop at nothing

to destroy the other party until they vanished from the world.

—Tongtong

had a habit of driving herself, even though she didn't need to.

Two silver sedans were parked in front of the Feitong Building. Sunlight shone on the cars, reflecting a radiance as bright and clear as the sun itself, just

like .

The car doors slowly opened, and Tongtong, full of confidence and smugness, walked away amidst the watchful eyes of a row of the group's top executives.

She reached out and tossed her silver-rimmed glasses into the car, where they landed gracefully on the seat.

A slender, pale index and middle finger held a top-grade women's cigarette, slowly bringing it closer to her sensual red lips.

A sycophantic, boastful figure, who had been waiting for this opportunity, approached Tongtong with a fawning smile, lit the cigarette for her,

and then quickly returned to his seat, drawing cold stares from those who were a step behind.

"Manager Wang... your factory has been increasingly profitable in recent years... bringing considerable benefits to the group... and

creating tens of thousands of jobs... You're a capable and obedient person... How about this... the newly discovered

rare earth project will be entrusted to you."

"This servant... this servant... thanks the president... this servant... will certainly do his utmost... to serve his master...

the master is like a second parent to this servant.

" "Uh... hehehe... you... all go and get busy."

"Yes..."

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, leaving more than half unsmoked. Just like twenty years ago on the riverbank bench, he flicked the cigarette holder into the lake with

his finger . The cigarette spun with the same motion as before, flying out, this time not

into the lake, nor onto the ground in front of the building, but accurately into the nearby trash can.

—Tongtong

's silver car drove along the bustling street. This car was a gift from Boss Niu, and

its performance was among the best in the city.

Her high heels clicked rhythmically on the accelerator and brake pedals, her delicate hands shifting gears constantly. The silver

car nimbly and swiftly overtook the cars ahead, as if leading them. Her hands on the steering wheel turned

steadily, the silver car turning, overtaking, and speeding like a thoroughbred horse.

Leaning against the soft seat, she felt the comfort of her vest against the floor, and smelled a faint, sweet fragrance,

along with the lingering scent of Mr. Niu's cigarettes. The cigarettes were special; they were custom-made, and only Mr. Niu in the city

possessed such cigarettes.

Tongtong hated Mr. Niu, yet she was also infatuated with him. It was a habit, a

habit , deeply poisoning Tongtong like a drug. In both sex and spirit, Tongtong's obsession with Mr. Niu had become perverse.

A faint scent of smoke drifted into her nostrils beneath her straight nose, filling her lungs. A dazed look appeared on Tongtong's face.

Deep within her body, her uterus spasmed violently, a mini-orgasm brewing

. Her chest and entire body began to heat up.

She slammed her high heels on the accelerator, deftly maneuvering the steering wheel. Her silver car sped past the cars

in front , racing along the highway.

The city was developing rapidly, already among the top ten metropolises in the country, and her boss, Niu, had a bright future ahead of him.

Thinking of this, her vagina and uterus contracted again, blood rushing to her, intensifying the pleasure

.

She slammed her high heels on the accelerator once more, her silver car zigcing in an S-shape along the highway, a

thrilling racing game unfolding. The upbeat music blared, the rhythm quickening, her flowing hair whipping around.

"Ah... Mr. Niu... my lord... I can't take it anymore... I've come to you... uh... ah...

hah..."

—

He swirled a glass half-filled with wine, a premium vintage, priceless on the market.

Mr. Niu, eyes narrowed, sat on the mayor's throne, his facial muscles twitching. These past years had been fraught with

danger , a brutal struggle for survival, a journey of survival and development, a near-death experience to reach his current

position.

Several wine bottles were scattered on his desk and the floor; clearly, Mr. Niu had drunk quite a bit. Memories flashed

through his mind like a scroll. For profit, he had eliminated many who stood in his way, those who deserved to die, and those who didn't

. Anyone who blocked his path had to be eliminated.

Heaven always operates on the principle of survival of the fittest. Lions and tigers

hunt Humans and animals are the same. Humans were originally animals, but fortunately evolved,

then surpassed and suppressed the evolution of other species, and finally, monkeys became humans, and humans ruled the world.

After humans conquered the world, animals ceased to be a threat. They were confined to zoos, some kept in captivity, others

slaughtered and driven to extinction. Humans then began to kill each other. In the struggle for power, resources, beauty, and wealth,

humans engaged in a frenzied killing spree, while simultaneously and afterward fabricating beautiful lies to turn others into

docile sheep. What could sheep do? Only await their slaughter.

Mr. Niu opened his eyes, seemingly drunk yet still conscious, his gaze both clear and hazy, seemingly resolute yet containing

an impulse to give up.

His eyelids closed again, and memories began to replay. He saw himself

as , farming at home, working in the city, forming gangs, fighting, and seizing territory. Then, by a twist of fate, he saved

the mayor who was being hunted, and from there, his career soared, rising through the ranks, surrounded by beautiful women, with mountains of money he could never spend.

His eyes opened again, looking at everything in the office—so familiar yet so strange, as if held

in his hands, yet as if it would vanish in an instant.

He raised his glass and downed it in one gulp. The wine was gone. He lit a specially made cigarette and began to puff away, the smoke

swirling and lingering in the room like a fog. Isn't life just like groping in the fog?

He'd been with hundreds, if not thousands, of women, each a celestial beauty,

their thinner than the last, their buttocks more shapely than the last, their allure more seductive than the last. Countless

sperm shot into these women's holes—exciting, fucking exciting and pleasurable.

—A

silver car drove into a seaside villa. Hundreds of strong special forces soldiers bowed and

saluted the silver car.

The silver car drove unimpeded deeper and deeper into the villa, because it was so large. It took a full ten minutes to

slowly stop in front of the main building.

Here, there was a lawn, a swimming pool, a restaurant, a playground, a garage—everything was there, even with its own independent

power and water supply systems.

The silver luxury sedan slowly opened its door, and Tongtong gracefully stepped out, tossing her long

, flowing black hair. Silver-rimmed glasses were once again placed on her straight nose. Tongtong knew that wearing glasses would further

arouse his intense and perverse desires.

With a swaying, cat-like gait, Tongtong had already changed into a red mini-lace dress, black

lace stockings, and silver high heels inside the car. An expensive pearl necklace adorned her slender neck, and her long, flowing

black hair cascaded down to her shapely buttocks. He simply loved women with flowing hair, saying it exuded femininity.

He had experienced this countless times, but each time he stood before the gates of this palatial house, he couldn't help but feel

nervous.

Standing before the wide gate, Tongtong trembled slightly, her heart filled with excitement, a mixture of hatred and

infatuation . Finally, calming herself slightly, she slowly pushed open the folding fan that never seemed to close for her

. What awaited Tongtong this time?

Boss Niu always managed to deliver unexpected surprises. Whether there was joy or not, Tongtong was already infatuated, hopelessly addicted.

She deeply enjoyed, adored, and reveled in everything that happened today. Physically and mentally, the long-term

torment and training by Boss Niu had induced a perverse and manic sexual fetish.

Her cunning eyes darted about, her mind racing, her body

temperature rising.

Her lips were dry and burning, her long, white legs pressed together, her vagina burning hot, the temperature inside her womb only

increasing.

She glanced left and right, her eyes sparkling, a deep spring in her heart, her full breasts heaving. A light

north wind blew, whipping her long, black hair into a wild dance, and a soft cry escaped her lips, a seductive whisper.

Tongtong thought to herself, those hundred special forces soldiers at the gate definitely wanted to have their way with her, play with her, and fuck her

. Thinking of this, a sweet nectar flowed from her secret forest.

Not far from the shore, over a dozen of Boss Niu's luxury yachts were moored, along with two

supertankers . On those ships, many places bore the marks of his lovemaking. At that time, Boss Niu would spread

his long, white legs, embrace his slender waist, and thrust his enormous penis repeatedly

between his legs—his most sensitive and vulnerable secret place, a place many men desired.

Life presents many choices, and often, once a choice is made, there's no going back, because there's no

going back.

Everyone makes their own decisions, sometimes feeling that things aren't quite right, yet

still unable to control themselves, letting desire lead them, even if there's a precipice ahead.

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