The young woman's belly skills

Wu Dou was performing physical exercises on Liu Meili's stomach. He was in the middle of it, feeling as if he were floating on clouds, as if he were flying to heaven. His whole body was exerting force, his energy flowing from his dantian. A tingling sensation shot up from his tailbone, like a bullet being loaded and ready to fire.
"Bang bang!"
came a rapid knocking on the door. Liu Meili reflexively pulled away, causing Wu Dou's "gun" to lose its way. A bullet exploded inside her, causing her excruciating pain.
"Who the hell is this?"
Wu Dou's face was contorted, seemingly in great agony. "Knocking at this hour."
"Get up quickly."
Liu Meili urged, "It's not good to be blocked like this."
Wu Dou hugged Liu Meili again and pushed her down. "No, I'm not finished yet. I need to finish first, or I'll get sick."
Liu Meili was pushed down again. He was about to advance, but Liu Meili pushed him away. Even if she didn't push him, he couldn't finish because there was another knock on the door, urgent and loud. Wu Dou didn't intend to open the door; a surge of desire was surging within him. He wanted to release the pent-up urges within him. However, he couldn't find an outlet.
"Isn't this going to make me sick?"
Wu Dou said. "This guy is such a fucking bastard."
The door continued to knock stubbornly, as if the person outside wouldn't leave unless the door was opened.
"Brother Wu, please open the door."
Liu Meili said in a panic. "I'm hiding in the inner room."
Wu Dou reluctantly opened the door. "Who is it? Why are you knocking so incessantly?" "
It was Peng Chuanwei who entered from outside, which greatly surprised Wu Dou. 'Brother, it's you?'
Peng Chuanwei could have called Wu Dou; there was no need for him to come directly.
'Wu Dou, when did you get back?'
Peng Chuanwei asked as he walked into the room. Actually, Wu Dou didn't intend for Peng Chuanwei to come in; he only opened the door a crack, but Peng Chuanwei squeezed in.
'Just got back,'
Wu Dou nodded politely, following Peng Chuanwei in.
Liu Meili, who was listening intently in the inner room, knew Peng Chuanwei had arrived, and her heart jumped into her throat. She was afraid Peng Chuanwei would barge in and see her; how embarrassing it would be if he saw her in this situation!"
“Get ready for Wu Dou these next few days,”
Peng Chuanwei said, sitting on the sofa and glancing into the inner room. Suddenly, he noticed a red high-heeled sandal lying listlessly in the hallway leading to the inner room. It was clearly forgotten. Peng Chuanwei knew this shoe all too well; it was a frequent visitor to his office. A pang of jealousy rose in his heart. So Liu Meili was here? No wonder he couldn't find her. But having been in politics for so many years, he had a certain degree of self-control. “The company is about to hold a shareholders' meeting, and you will be appointed general manager. You must shoulder this heavy responsibility, improve all the company's targets, and stop being so carefree. You need to get things done and focus on real business.”
“Okay,”
Wu Dou said, “I will prepare.”
Liu Meili overheard their conversation. Her biggest concern was whether the company had offered her an appointment. However, Peng Chuanwei didn't mention it at all. This made her very unhappy. What bothered her most was that after finishing his business, Peng Chuanwei didn't leave, lingering there and making small talk with E Dou. This
made Liu Meili very anxious. She dared not leave the room, holding her breath on the bed, waiting for Peng Chuanwei to leave, but he showed no sign of leaving.
Liu Meili listened anxiously to their pointless conversation. She felt a slight urge in her lower body and wanted to go to the bathroom, but with Peng Chuanwei there, she couldn't go out. She had to hold it in. Liu Meili listened intently; it was all Peng Chuanwei making small talk, his words merely perfunctory. Clearly, he had already given up on the matter. He was disgusted, but didn't want to chase him away, so he just let him ramble on.
Liu Meili's lower body was getting increasingly swollen. She was even starting to feel the urge to hold it in. She felt that Peng Chuanwei was deliberately staying there; perhaps he knew Liu Meili was there. Thinking this, Liu Meili looked for her shoes and suddenly realized one was missing. This discovery shocked her. She frantically searched for her missing shoe in the room. Finally, Liu Meili peeked into the outer room. Through the crack in the door, Liu Meili saw her shoe; it was the one she had dropped during the struggle with Wu Dou.
Liu Meili's lower body was getting increasingly swollen, and her lower abdomen was aching. She dangled the shoe. She squatted back and forth on the ground. That damned Peng Chuanwei, he was actually staying there.
"Have you seen Liu Meili?"
Peng Chuanwei mentioned her name. Liu Meili was startled; Peng Chuanwei was asking about Wu Dou.
"No,"
Wu Dou said.
"Then where could she have gone?"
Peng Chuanwei seemed to be talking to himself.
"How would I know?" "
Wu Dou said disdainfully.
"Tell her I need to see her."
Peng Chuanwei walked out of the room dejectedly.
Liu Meili went into the bathroom after Peng Chuanwei left and didn't come out for a long time.
Pang Ying, who had been caressed by Tao Ming all night, came to work with a rosy complexion and met Peng Chuanwei. "Pang Ying, you look so beautiful today,"
Peng Chuanwei said. "Your complexion is very good, like a bride who has just gone on her honeymoon. Rosy and happy."
"Thank you for the compliment, Chairman."
Pang Ying smiled charmingly. She was very charming. Peng Chuanwei looked at her flushed cheeks and felt infinitely happy.
After all, it is a pleasant thing to be with a beautiful woman, especially since she was smiling at him.
"Pang Ying, come here. I need to see you." Peng
Chuanwei walked ahead, with Pang Ying following behind. As the company's chairman, he had the right to speak with every employee.
Pang Ying knew his good intentions, but she couldn't refuse him, as he was, after all, her direct superior. Obedience was an employee's duty.
Sitting on the sofa in Peng Chuanwei's office, Peng Chuanwei stared intently at Pang Ying. Pang Ying wore a sleeveless, light blue halter dress with a very short hem. As she sat down, she habitually lifted her skirt, revealing glimpses of her skin, which Peng Chuanwei found very pleasing to the eye.
Pang Ying crossed one leg over the other, tiptoeing, her white high-heeled sandals swaying gracefully.
"Chairman, is there something you need?"
Pang Ying asked Peng Chuanwei.
"Of course,"
Peng Chuanwei replied, snapping out of his reverie. He said seriously, "Pang Ying, are there any deficits in the company's accounts recently?"
"Not yet,"
Pang Ying said, "operations are running smoothly." “
You’ll stay here with me today and do some accounting after the fighting,”
Peng Chuanwei said. “See if there are any discrepancies in the accounts.”
“Right here?”
Pang Ying asked.
“Isn’t this my computer?”
Peng Chuanwei said. “You can pull up the company’s accounts on this computer and let me see them.”
Helpless, Pang Ying sat down at the computer and began working. Peng Chuanwei sat beside her, reviewing the data she had retrieved. Pang Ying's halter-neck dress left her bare upper body exposed, revealing a section of her fair, white shoulder. While Pang Ying worked diligently, Peng Chuanwei secretly stared at that alluring skin, his eyes practically popping out of his head. However
, when Pang Ying turned around, he hurriedly turned his head back, pretending to be engrossed in checking the computer data, afraid that Pang Ying would notice his peeping.
Pang Ying's red lips were very sexy. Women are most beautiful in the morning because they have just finished applying makeup, and at this time, their makeup is at its most vibrant, as the makeup hasn't yet faded.
Peng Chuanwei gazed at Pang Ying's fair face and scarlet lips, unable to help but become somewhat distracted. The sweet fragrance emanating from Pang Ying filled the air, making Peng Chuanwei's heart flutter and his desire surge.
"Chairman, look, this is the company's latest accounts,"
Pang Ying said, gesturing at the computer monitor. Peng Chuanwei moved closer, pulled up a chair next to her, and sat down. Pang Ying's snow-white shoulders swayed so beautifully that Peng Chuanwei couldn't open his eyes. He took a deep breath, actually inhaling the fragrance of Pang Ying's shoulders. The rich aroma made Peng Chuanwei feel refreshed. He really wanted to touch her alluring arms, but reason prevailed. Because Peng Chuanwei could truly feel Pang Ying's pungent scent. He had experienced it a few months ago, and now he didn't want to experience it again.
Peng Chuanwei asked Pang Ying, "Are these all the accounts?"
"Yes. Every single one is here,"
Pang Ying gestured.
Peng Chuanwei moved even closer, his nose almost touching her snow-white arms, which made Peng Chuanwei feel very comfortable. He inhaled Pang Ying's fragrance; perhaps this was a kind of stolen fragrance.
Peng Chuanwei brushed away the soreness that Liu Meili had brought him earlier on Pang Ying's body.
"Did you see clearly, Chairman?"
Pang Ying asked.
Peng Chuanwei's mind had long been captivated by Pang Ying's allure; he wasn't focused on the dry data on the computer, but rather on the vibrant, beautiful woman before him.
Suddenly, Peng Chuanwei grabbed Pang Ying's snow-white arm, startling her. "Chairman, what are you doing?"
Faced with such a sexy and alluring shoulder, he thought to himself, "If I don't hug her, I'm not a man. "
The moment Peng Chuanwei pulled Pang Ying into his arms, a delicate fragrance wafted into his nostrils, filling him with ecstasy.
Pang Ying pushed Peng Chuanwei away forcefully. "Chairman, why are you like this? Is your old habit acting up again?"
"It's because you're so charming."
Peng Chuanwei wouldn't let go, holding Pang Ying tightly. "It's not my fault, you're just too beautiful."
"Who are you?"
Pang Ying struggled. "Let go of me, you pervert."
Peng Chuanwei didn't release Pang Ying; he found her wriggling in his arms amusing. And I can smell your delicate fragrance, a scent that's very strong and has a captivating power.
Peng Chuanwei slipped his hand inside Pang Ying's sundress, caressing her breasts. Actually, "slipped in" isn't quite accurate, because Pang Ying's upper body was bare. Peng Chuanwei simply followed her alluring cleavage and slipped his hand inside. He immediately touched her full breasts and began to rub and knead her nipples. He grabbed her nipples and began to squeeze them.
Pang Ying hurriedly stopped him, grabbing his hand and forcefully pulling it away. "Chairman, please don't do this, okay?"
After Pang Ying removed his hand, Peng Chuanwei tried to slip his hand under her skirt again, past the strap of her underwear, and thrust downwards, but Pang Ying quickly caught it.
Peng Chuanwei's hand lingered on her furry area. Peng Chuanwei tried to push deeper. However, Pang Ying, like a staunch defender, wouldn't give an inch. They stood there in an awkward stalemate.
"Chairman, please don't force me, okay?"
Pang Ying gripped Peng Chuanwei's hand tightly, refusing to let go.
Peng Chuanwei was at a loss, almost succeeding, but she stubbornly held on. The only consolation was that his hand lingered on her messy pubic hair, the soft texture of which felt wonderful to the touch. If his hand had even a sliver of space, he could easily slip through her grasp and reach his target. But Pang Ying was strong, trapping his hand there, unable to move. This frustrated Peng Chuanwei greatly. If she gave him just a little more leeway, the effect would be different. Because if he entered her forbidden zone, she would be completely at his mercy, yet Pang Ying wouldn't give him that crucial opportunity. It left him wanting more.
"Pang Ying, I like you,"
Peng Chuanwei tried to probe further. But Pang Ying treated him like a thief, giving him no chance at all. "Just give it to me, I've been longing for this for so long. I beg you."
"Chairman, you bastard, is this something you can just do casually?"
Pang Ying glared at Peng Chuanwei. "Let go! If you don't let go, I'll call for help!"
Pang Ying didn't scream because she was afraid of the negative impact. If she did, it would cause a huge uproar in the office, becoming the talk of the town. Even if Peng Chuanwei didn't do anything to her, it would become gossip about her and Peng Chuanwei, spreading everywhere. There were too many idle people in the office who were always looking for news, making up stories and embellishing them. So, she could only silently resist Peng Chuanwei's harassment, unable to make a scene
. "Go ahead and scream, I'm not afraid. I'd even be willing to sleep with you and be shot tomorrow, because you're too sexy," Peng Chuanwei said shamelessly.
His words left Pang Ying speechless. How could he say such a thing? Did he really like her? Would he give up his precious life for her?
Pang Ying pondered. Women can be foolish sometimes. They can take a man's casual remark seriously, even being moved by it.
Pang Ying's emotions relaxed slightly, which was dangerous, because she could never let her guard down in front of a lecherous man.
Peng Chuanwei forcefully picked up Pang Ying and carried her into the inner room. Pang Ying's body jolted up, as if she were floating on clouds. Her struggles were futile, as she was helplessly lifted by Peng Chuanwei; it was a contest of strength, leaving her weak and powerless.
Peng Chuanwei quickly threw Pang Ying onto the spacious Simmons bed in the inner room. Pang Ying bounced a few times on the bed's elasticity, simply due to inertia.
Peng Chuanwei excitedly pounced on her, his hands reaching for her private parts. At this moment, Pang Ying seemed to wake from a dream, frantically protecting her private parts, leaving Peng Chuanwei in an awkward position again.
"Pang Ying, you're so infuriating,"
Peng Chuanwei said, unsure what to say. Although he had undressed Pang Ying before, they had never actually done anything. Back then, Pang Ying's initiative had frightened him. Now, he deeply regretted it.
They were like two equally matched armies, locked in a stalemate, neither willing to make a move. Although they had clashed briefly, no real battle ensued.
When Tao Ming woke up, the sun was high in the sky. Pang Ying was long gone; only the lingering scent of her body remained in the bed where she had lain.
Tao Ming rubbed the spot where Pang Ying had been lying and smiled contentedly. But he quickly thought of Hua Juan, wondering how she had fared all night. He hadn't called her, and she hadn't called him; they had lost contact. Thinking this, Tao Ming picked up his phone, but it was switched off. He never turned his phone off; it was always on, 24/7. Why was it off last night?
Tao Ming suddenly remembered that he had turned off his phone because he was afraid Hua Juan would call him while he was with Pang Ying. Tao Ming also recalled his wild night with Pang Ying, feeling guilty towards Hua Juan, yet being with Pang Ying was wonderful, intoxicating.
Afterwards, he thought of Hua Juan and called her cell phone. Hua Juan's phone was off. This made Tao Ming uneasy, as Hua Juan's phone was always on.
Tao Ming sat up abruptly, hurriedly dressed, and went to Hua Juan's workplace. He wanted to see Hua Juan to put his mind at ease, because he had done something wrong to her yesterday.
However, when Tao Ming arrived at the company, he ran into Wu Dou. "Isn't this Tao Ming? Why are you so free today?"
Wu Dou saw Tao Ming in the office corridor.
"Is Hua Juan here?"
Tao Ming asked. "I need to see her."
"Hua Juan didn't come to work today,"
Wu Dou said. "I don't know why she didn't come."
"Really?"
Tao Ming seemed to be talking to himself, yet also asking Wu Dou.
Wu Dou nodded.
Tao Ming stormed out, wanting to go see Hua Juan because her hand was still clenched, which he found strange.
Hua Juan was cornered against the wall by Hei Tou, who held a knife to her. "Brother, why are you always picking on me? I haven't offended you."
"Sister, it's not that I'm picking on you. It's because she's incredibly sexy, and I like you."
Hei Tou patted Hua Juan's breast with the knife. Hua Juan broke out in a cold sweat.
Hua Juan was wearing a loose nightgown. Hei Tou used the knife to loosen the straps of her nightgown, revealing two full, white breasts that sprang out like blooming lotus flowers, filling Hei Tou with ecstasy. He placed the cold knife on her nipples, which resembled red dates, and Hua Juan felt a chill rise through her body. Her body trembled.
Hei Tou forced Hua Juan onto the bed, then inserted the knife into her genitals. She trembled violently. A chill ran up from below, and she felt as if she was about to die.

Chapter 77 Rape
Hua Juan was held hostage on the bed by Hei Tou, who brandished a knife across her body, making her tremble with fear. This dangerous man was playing a dangerous game.
Hua Juan wore a red nightgown, the straps of which Hei Tou had used his knife to cut open, revealing her bare, beautiful skin. Hei Tou, gazing at this beautiful body, was overcome with lust. He loved violence; he possessed a natural wildness. Hei Tou never lowered the knife, using it to point and trace patterns on her delicate body, making Hua Juan's heart pound and her whole body tremble.
Hei Tou's knife rested on her full breasts; Hua Juan felt the chill emanating from them. This Hei Tou was truly a scoundrel. Under his coercion, Hua Juan was gradually forced onto the bed. "Lie down,"
Hei Tou commanded.
Hua Juan had no choice but to lie down. She wanted to resist, but she was no match for him. How could she not submit to such power? Hua Juan could only obey.
However, even submission didn't satisfy Hei Tou; he continued to torture Hua Juan. Hei Tou spread Hua Juan's legs apart, rendering her unable to resist, believing resistance was futile.
Hua Juan lay on her back on the bed, and Hei Tou's knife slowly moved up her thigh. Hua Juan was terrified. The cold, sharp knife pressed against her thigh until it reached her genitals. Hei Tou slapped the knife against her genitals, gritting his teeth as he said, "Do you believe I'll cut it off with one stroke?"
Hei Tou said, actually moving the knife there, causing Hua Juan to break out in a cold sweat. How could Hei Tou be such a bastard, so shameless and cruel?
"Hei Tou, what do you want to do?"
Hua Juan asked tremblingly.
"Nothing,"
Hei Tou grinned lewdly, "just want to play around."
"Put the knife down,"
Hua Juan said in horror. "This knife isn't for fun."
"Really?"
Blackie tapped the knife on her. "I like knives and guns."
His tap made Hua Juan tense, and an uncontrollable surge of heat erupted from her lower body. Hua Juan had urinated, soaking the Simmons bed.
"Big sister, what happened to you?"
Blackie chuckled.
Hua Juan lowered her head in embarrassment. Blackie put down the knife. The knife, gleaming coldly, sat beside Hua Juan, who felt a chill run down her spine at the sight. She desperately wanted to throw it away, to drop it off the balcony, to take Blackie away from it. It posed too great a threat; she feared it would harm her. So she said, "I'll clean it up."
She pointed to the bed, where the urine stains were clearly visible, as unsightly and glaring as lice on a bald head.
Blackie agreed, for even he couldn't stand the filth.
As Hua Juan changed the sheets, she touched the knife, its cold gleam chilling her heart. Meanwhile, Blackie was leaning against the corner of the bed, his eyes fixed on her.
Hua Juan was terrified; she was afraid of Blackie's cold gaze and his cruel expression. Even more frightening was the knife.
"Hurry up. Why are you so slow?"
Blackie urged.
Hua Juan was startled by his shout. She trembled. Inadvertently, her hand touched the knife. A chill ran down her spine; this knife made her incredibly uneasy.
Hua Juan's eyes remained fixed on the knife, as if she had a special attachment to it. As she pulled the sheet towards the knife, she grabbed it, her whole body trembling. Her hands, holding the knife, shook violently.
"Put the knife down,"
Blackie commanded.
Hua Juan ignored him, her hands still gripping the knife, her body trembling. She had put all her strength into the knife; if she put it down, she would lose all her strength.
This knife was now her only support, her everything. She couldn't give it up; she had to hold it tightly, never letting it leave her for a moment, even though her hand trembled slightly. She didn't give up; she seemed to be using all her strength to fight this knife, this knife that had terrified her for so long.
"Give me the knife."
Blackie walked towards her.
Hua Juan was startled and hurriedly stood up, backing away step by step. She felt cold, her teeth chattering, a sound Blackie couldn't hear, only she could hear it.
"Didn't you fucking hear me?"
Blackie said angrily. "Give me the knife."
Hua Juan shook her head, her hand trembling even more, as if she were using all her strength to fight this knife.
Blackie cornered her against the wall, reaching out to snatch the knife from her hand.
"You, you… don't move…"
Hua Juan stammered.
"Haha, look how scared you are."
Blackie grabbed her trembling wrist. "Knives aren't for women; they're for men. Put them down, or you'll die."
Hua Juan refused to let go, because this knife was her only hope. Without it, she had nothing. She was determined to hold onto it; it was her only hope.
"No...no..."
Hua Juan stammered. She was still holding the knife tightly in her hand, gripping it firmly even when Hei Tou grabbed her wrist. It was as if the knife was an extension of her hand.
Hei Tou tried desperately to take the knife from her, and although he was stronger than her, he couldn't wrest it from her. The knife gleamed coldly as it swayed between them.
Because Hua Juan's pajamas had been torn to shreds by Hei Tou, she was practically naked as she struggled against him. Now, she didn't care about shame anymore, because when one's life is threatened, all sense of shame becomes meaningless.
Blackie grabbed her hair and pulled hard, flipping Hua Juan to the ground. Hua Juan lay face down, her snow-white buttocks facing upwards, but she didn't loosen her grip on the knife; it remained tightly in her hand. Blackie even jokingly pinched her large buttocks, saying, "So fucking sexy."
But no matter what he did, she held onto the knife tightly. This knife was everything to her; she had already lost so much, and she couldn't lose this knife too.
Hua Juan lay face down, thankfully on a pure wool carpet, otherwise it would have been freezing.
Hua Juan gripped the knife tightly with both hands, her body exposed.
Blackie temporarily abandoned his idea of taking back the knife; he began to molest Hua Juan.
Blackie lifted Hua Juan's nightgown and began to caress her white buttocks. Hua Juan had no choice but to submit to his invasion and defilement, but she had only one belief: she couldn't give up the knife in her hand.
"Big sister, you're so sexy,"
Blackie said, his eyebrows dancing with delight. “I just love your big ass.”
Hua Juan ignored him, because she disliked him. Hei Tou slapped her buttocks hard, turning her fair skin red.
“Put the knife aside,”
Hei Tou said. “It’s not good if anyone gets cut. This is no joke.”
Now, the knife was making Hei Tou worry, which made Hua Juan feel relieved. Hei Tou was nothing special; he had moments of fear too. As long as she held the knife, she held onto hope, Hua Juan thought to herself.
“Why are you so stubborn?”
Hei Tou asked.
Hua Juan ignored him, but she refused to put down the knife. Her palms were sweating, but she held on tightly, unmoved even when Hei Tou touched her body.
Hei Tou’s hand reached from behind her buttocks toward her private parts. She was startled, her legs reflexively clamping together. Then she turned around, not letting Hei Tou’s wish come true.
But Blackie persisted, finally reaching for her private parts and groping her. Hua Juan tried to dodge, but he grabbed her. Suddenly, Hua Juan sat up, gripping the knife in both hands and pointing it at Blackie. Fear gleamed in her eyes.
"You're afraid to use a knife, so put it down. It's useless against you,"
Blackie said confidently. "It's pointless for you to hold it; you'd better just put it down."
"Go away,"
Hua Juan said tremblingly, pointing the knife at him.
"Haha, you've gotten quite the guts,"
Blackie glanced at Hua Juan disdainfully. "What can you do to me if I don't leave?"
"I'll kill you,"
Hua Juan said through gritted teeth.
"Hehe,"
Blackie chuckled. "Big sister, you're really funny. You dare to kill me? Haha, I never expected you to be so shaky even holding a knife. You can actually kill someone?"
Blackie wasn't exaggerating; Hua Juan's hands were indeed trembling. And her whole body was shaking.
“Give me the knife. This isn’t something women play with.”
Blackie approached Hua Juan. “Don’t come any closer,”
Hua Juan said.
“Baby, you look sexy,”
Blackie smiled. “A naked beauty wielding a knife and acting cool, so captivating, absolutely gorgeous.”
Hua Juan’s heart pounded; she had no time for jokes. Blackie continued to approach her; she was already backed into a corner, unable to retreat any further. “Don’t force me.”
“I’m not forcing you,”
Blackie grabbed Hua Juan’s hair, pulling her back. Hua Juan gripped the knife tightly, refusing to let go; she was incredibly stubborn.
Unable to take the knife from her, Blackie became enraged and slapped her repeatedly, making Hua Juan see stars.
Hua Juan passively dodged. Blood trickled from the corner of Hua Juan’s mouth, like crushed flower petals, a striking sight.
“Give me the knife, or I’ll kill you, you bitch,”
Blackie revealed his true colors.
"No, I won't give it to you! You can kill me, but I won't!"
Hua Juan was also furious, uttering these words in a coherent manner that surprised even herself.
"I don't believe I can't subdue you,"
Hei Tou snatched the dagger from Hua Juan's hand. Hua Juan struggled desperately, but Hei Tou had already grabbed her hand. Hua Juan swung the dagger back and forth, making it difficult for Hei Tou to take it away.
They remained locked in this stalemate, both frustrated. Hei Tou was on top of Hua Juan, the dagger lying between them, even cutting their skin, but neither of them backed down, stubbornly holding on.
"If you don't give it to me, I'll fuck you,"
Hei Tou used his thigh to spread her legs apart. Although she tried her best to keep them closed, she was no match for his strength and was forcibly separated.
Hei Tou was rough; he brutally entered her body, and she gasped softly. She tried desperately to get him off, but Hei Tou was like superglue, sticking to her body.
Hei Tou moved violently on her, venting his anger and resentment. His thighs wrapped tightly around Hua Juan's, pulling her closer to him.
A thought suddenly flashed through Hua Juan's mind: why not kill him now to save her from further torment? The thought arose, and she grabbed the dagger. But just as the dagger was about to touch him, she felt as if all her strength had vanished; she lacked the courage to plunge it into his body. Instead, he was the one who pierced her.
Hua Juan thought to herself that killing someone wasn't something to be done lightly; it required courage and boldness.
Blackhead continued his brutal movements, as if he were inserting a missile into her body, violently assaulting her, causing her cerebral cortex to lose control.
Hua Juan was enduring this demon's ravaging; she could only endure it because she lacked the courage to kill him.
"Why are you like a dead person, without any response?"
Blackhead said as he moved, occasionally giving her full breasts a quick grope.
Hua Juan ignored him, looking at him with her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, pondering how to deal with him.
“I love your mesmerizing eyes,”
Blackie said, lifting her thigh up. “They’re captivating.”
Hua Juan gripped the knife tightly. Although her body was surging with hormones, she utterly loathed the man beside her. He was worse than a pig or a dog. Pigs and dogs wouldn't even let their females consent, yet he raped her, and even did it like a coward. He was a complete bastard, Hua Juan muttered a curse. Blackie,
panting heavily, began to rape her again. His breathing was rapid, like a train crushing her. Hua Juan twisted and struggled beneath him, resisting, unwilling to lose herself. Her only belief was the dagger in her hand; it was her only hope. She couldn't lose this dagger, this dagger so intimately connected to her fate. Hua Juan raised the dagger again, intending to stab him, but just as it was about to touch his skin, she stopped abruptly. She repeated this action over and over.
Blackie got off her, which confused her, because he hadn't finished.
Hei Tou got down, wanting to change positions. He pulled Hua Juan's body, seemingly trying to make her turn her back to him. Hua Juan, unaware of his intentions, didn't follow his commands, which angered him.
"You fucking always yell at me,"
Hei Tou pulled Hua Juan closer, penetrating her deeply, which made Hua Juan even more panicked.
"What are you doing?"
Hua Juan hurriedly straightened up, but Hei Tou pressed her down. "This position is great. Comfortable."
Hua Juan seemed to understand; Hei Tou was toying with her. She picked up the dagger again, weighing it in her hand. This process of making love was strange; no matter what Hei Tou did, Hua Juan always held onto the dagger, never letting go. "No, this is no different from animals,"
Hua Juan said.
The reason Hua Juan said this was because she had once seen two dogs mating. In this position.
That day, Hua Juan went to get her shoes repaired and took her pet dog with her. Hua Juan's dog was a female, in heat. That day was just a coincidence. Just then, a stray male dog appeared on the street, its eyes red as it stared at Hua Juan, the female dog.
Hua Juan was sitting at her shoe repair stall, one foot bare, waiting for the shoemaker to fix her shoe. Suddenly, something unexpected happened.
Hua Juan's pet dog rushed out—it happened in an instant, before Hua Juan could react—and ran to the stray dog. The two dogs quickly began mating. Hua Juan was stunned. She desperately cried out, "Hua Hua, come back!"
Hua Juan's dog's name was Hua Hua.
But her dog wouldn't listen; it was quickly pinned down by the male dog.
The male dog mounted Hua Juan's female dog in public, attracting a crowd of onlookers. Hua Juan blushed with shame, as if she had been publicly raped.
She stopped repairing her shoe and stood on tiptoe to see what was happening to her dog. The stray dog shamelessly climbed onto Hua Hua and began mating with her. That was the first time Hua Juan had ever seen two dogs mating, and in this position, a position etched deeply into her memory.
Now, Hei Tou was making her feel like a dog; how could she not feel ashamed and embarrassed? She vehemently opposed this position—what difference was there between her and a dog? The trauma from that dog that day was far too profound.
Hei Tou, failing to achieve his goal, forcibly pulled Hua Juan around. Every time he turned her body around, just as he was about to enter, Hua Juan would twist away, thwarting his plan. This made Hei Tou extremely impatient. "What the hell are you trying to do?"
Hei Tou said angrily.
"What the hell are you trying to do?"
Hua Juan asked angrily. "Is this something a human would do? What's the difference between this and animal behavior?"
"A person is a person when they stand up, but not when they lie down,"
Hei Tou said with a grin.
"You're not a person either,"
Hua Juan glared at him. Hei Tou grabbed her arm, and Hua Juan hurriedly struggled to break free, because she was holding the knife in her hand. She was afraid he would snatch the dagger away, so she tried her best to break free.
Unwilling to give up, Hei Tou stepped forward and grabbed Hua Juan, saying disdainfully, "Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a pig, a dog, a filthy whore. You think I don't know your scandals? You've slept with so many men, and you still pretend to be so righteous in front of me."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Hua Juan glared at him angrily. "You beast."
Taking advantage of Hua Juan's change in mood, Hei Tou forcibly pushed her onto the bed. Hua Juan was caught off guard and lunged forward, dropping the dagger on the bed. She hurriedly picked it up. Hua Juan's body was lying face down on the bed, her legs braced against the edge, her large buttocks sticking out. Hei Tou also rushed over and entered Hua Juan's body from behind. Hua Juan shuddered, then turned and stabbed Hei Tou in the stomach, the blood quickly staining Hua Juan 's body

. Chapter 78: Adapting to the Wind.
Hei Tou entered Hua Juan from behind, enraging her. Hua Juan felt he didn't treat her like a human being; only animals would do that. The position reminded her of her dog mating with a stray dog in public, a scene that still made her blush. That scene had become a deep-seated fear. Now, Hei Tou was riding on top of her like a dog; how could she not be furious? If she didn't, she wouldn't be human.
Hua Juan turned around; Hei Tou, just expelled from her body, was frozen in dejection. Hua Juan, dagger in hand, swiftly stabbed him. Caught off guard, Hei Tou, still reeling from the humiliation of being exposed, was plunged into the ground.
"You…you…"
Hei Tou cried out in pain, clutching his stomach.
Hua Juan saw the blood and froze in shock. The blood was too much for her; faced with this gruesome scene, Hua Juan turned ashen-faced.
Blackie staggered and fell, never to rise again. This heinous villain met his end in this way.
When Tao Ming arrived at Hua Juan's house, Hua Juan had already been detained in a detention center. Hua Juan had committed murder; this explosive news spread like wildfire throughout the city, and people excitedly recounted the news as if they had taken Viagra.
Hua Juan stared at Blackie lying in a pool of blood, panicked and disoriented. When she understood what had happened, she dialed 110. The police arrived quickly, surveyed the scene, and took Hua Juan away.
"What's your name?"
After being taken to the criminal investigation team, Hua Juan was placed in a chair specifically for interrogating criminal suspects. Once seated, her hands and feet were handcuffed. After restraining Hua Juan, the police began their interrogation.
"Hua Juan,"
Hua Juan answered blankly, still shaken and unaware of what was happening.
"Age? Gender? Work unit? Position?..."
The police asked a barrage of irrelevant questions before getting to the point.
"How did you meet the victim?"
Throughout the interrogation, one officer asked questions while a younger officer silently took notes.
Victim? Who was the victim? Hua Juan's mind raced. How did Hei Tou become the victim? Wasn't she the victim? Hua Juan was completely baffled.
"Speak up,"
the older officer said impatiently.
"I've known him for a long time,"
Hua Juan said. "We met at an internet cafe."
"An internet cafe?"
The older policeman stared at Hua Juan in surprise, his face full of doubt. "You went online? And to an internet cafe?"
"No, I had a fight with my husband that day and went to an internet cafe,"
Hua Juan said. "And my seat was next to Hei Tou's, so I met him."
Hua Juan began to recount her story to the policeman. The key part of her account, aside from the formalities, was this:
"How did Hei Tou get into your house?"
the older policeman asked, smoking a cigarette. "Whose knife was it?"
"Hei Tou came in by himself; he had someone pick the lock to get into my house,"
Hua Juan replied. "The knife was his too; he raped me."
Hua Juan said, then began to sob sadly.
"That requires evidence,"
the older policeman said. "By the way, if he raped you, there must be traces of his in your body. Xiao Li, call the forensic doctor Liu. Have him do a test on Hua Juan."
The younger policeman went out to make the call, and the other policeman chatted with Hua Juan.
"How come such a beautiful woman like you is getting involved with this guy?"
the older policeman asked.
“I don’t want to be with him either,”
Hua Juan said blankly. “He’s the one who’s been harassing me.”
At that moment, Xiao Li entered. “Forensic Doctor Liu wants us to bring people over to examine me now. We need to do the tests, otherwise the evidence might disappear.”
Xiao Li blurted out as soon as he entered the room.
Forensic Doctor Liu was in the building ahead, with the criminal police officer about an arm’s length away from him. The older policeman and Xiao Li helped Hua Juan off her seat and re-handcuffed her. The moment they handcuffed her, Hua Juan’s heart clenched. It was as if she had just woken from a daze. Her heart was throbbing with pain.
Hua Juan’s face was pale, and she walked out of the police station building like a lost soul. The police station building was very imposing, bathed in sunlight, bustling with people, and the streets were filled with cars and people like ants. “Hua Juan,”
Tao Ming appeared before Hua Juan. Tao Ming had been waiting for Hua Juan in front of the police station for a long time, but because the police wouldn’t let him in, he had no choice but to wait there.
"Who are you? Get out of the way,"
the old policeman snapped. "Don't obstruct official business."
Hua Juan, seeing Tao Ming at this moment, felt a surge of joy. "Tao Ming,"
she impulsively tried to run over, but was ruthlessly held down by the two policemen.
"Officer,"
Tao Ming, though bitter inside, still gave the two policemen a fawning smile, "She's my wife. I've come to see her."
"Your wife?"
the old policeman asked, his face full of questions.
Tao Ming didn't know why he lied, but it came out so naturally, flawlessly.
"Is he really your husband?"
the old policeman asked Hua Juan.
Hua Juan nodded. Actually, Hua Juan desperately needed Tao Ming's company at this moment. "How about this,"
the old policeman said. "We'll take her to the police hospital for a checkup and then come back. Before sending her to the detention center, we'll let you see her, because there are still many procedures that require your signature."
Tao Ming watched them take Hua Juan away expectantly. Hua Juan turned back and looked at Tao Ming with deep affection in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. And she said loudly. "Tao Ming, save me!"
Hua Juan was taken away, but Tao Ming didn't leave. He waited for her return. He felt this had happened too suddenly, catching him completely off guard. How could Hua Juan kill someone? If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it even if it were a lie. When he saw Hua Juan in shackles, his heart sank.
The old policeman didn't disappoint Tao Ming. When he brought Hua Juan back, he also let Tao Ming come into the police station with her.
The old policeman told Tao Ming to wait in the corridor outside because they needed to conduct another round of questioning on Hua Juan.
This was the greatest favor they could do for Tao Ming, at least he got to see Hua Juan.
"Why is Blackie always bothering you?"
the policeman asked after bringing Hua Juan back into the interrogation room and set her down.
"How should I know?"
Hua Juan said. "You'll have to ask Blackie."
Hua Juan's words were cold and sharp, which displeased the old policeman. He glared at Hua Juan, "What kind of attitude is that? I'm just trying to understand the situation. If you keep acting like this, don't say I'm being rude to you."
Hua Juan felt she had gone too far. She smiled and said, "Compared to my brother, I'm in a bad mood. Please forgive me if I've offended you."
"Why did you kill Hei Tou with a knife?"
the older policeman continued, while the younger officer continued taking notes.
"I didn't intend to kill him,"
Hua Juan said. "I was just defending my personal dignity."
"Dignity?"
the older policeman looked at Hua Juan questioningly. "Human life is the most precious thing; no one has the right to trample on it."
Hua Juan fell silent, unsure what to say.
Finally, the older policeman had Hua Juan sign and fingerprint the interrogation record. Then he let Tao Ming in.
Tao Ming brought in a large bag of food. He had even bought Hua Juan her favorite dumplings from a restaurant. The dumplings were freshly cooked, still steaming when the plastic lunchbox was opened.
"What are you doing?"
the policeman asked.
"If I go in, she won't be able to eat anything,"
Tao Ming thoughtfully replied. "Let her have a good meal here."
"No, you must take these things away,"
the older policeman said sternly. "Who knows if you poisoned the food?"
"Poisoned?"
Tao Ming asked, puzzled. "I would poison someone?"
"Who would have thought she would kill someone?"
The old policeman's words were powerful and forceful, leaving Tao Ming speechless for a moment.
Hua Juan stared longingly at the colorful food on the table, her mouth watering. She hadn't eaten all night and was truly hungry. Looking at the fragrant dumplings, she swallowed hard. But this damned old policeman wouldn't let her enjoy these delicacies, which greatly disappointed her.
"Officer, could you please make an exception?"
Tao Ming took out a pack of expensive cigarettes. "You smoke."
"I have one."
The old policeman waved the burning cigarette in his hand.
"Mine is good."
Tao Ming offered cigarettes to both the old and young policemen. "Sorry, I don't smoke,"
the young policeman said.
The old policeman took the cigarettes from Tao Ming, his expression softening slightly. Tao Ming simply took out two packs of expensive cigarettes and placed them on the table. Then he opened the lunchbox.
"Hua Juan, these are your favorite three-delicacy dumplings."
Tao Ming placed the dumplings in front of Hua Juan, whose eyes were filled with tears.
"Eat up, who knows when we'll be able to eat these dumplings again once we go in."

"Tao Ming, I don't want to go in," Hua Juan 　　said
. "I'm scared. Please save me."
"Hua Juan, it's okay, I'll find you a lawyer so you can get out sooner,"
Tao Ming comforted her.
"You have to find a way to get me out,"
Hua Juan pleaded.
Tao Ming thought to himself, "Is the police station not something I can just come and go as I please?" But to comfort Hua Juan, he said, "It's alright, you acted in self-defense. If the trial is clear, you'll be released without charge. It's just a legal procedure."
Tao Ming's words reassured Hua Juan. She ate all the dumplings he had bought for her, leaving not a single one.
"Are you full?"
Tao Ming asked with concern. Actually, Tao Ming was more worried than Hua Juan at this moment. What would happen to Hua Juan, a woman, if she were sent to a detention center? He was worried about her, but there were many helpless situations in real life. He would even be willing to go to jail in Hua Juan's place.
"I'll give you two a little more time,"
the old policeman said, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "We'll send her away in a bit."
A flicker of unease crossed Hua Juan's face, which Tao Ming noticed, making his heart ache even more.
"Oh, right. I told you."
The old policeman seemed to remember something. "When Hua Juan goes in, you need to buy her luggage at the detention center, otherwise she won't have any to sleep with at night."
"Can I go with you in your car?"
Tao Ming asked.
"No,"
the old policeman said firmly. "How can a police car take a suspect's family member? You'll have to take a taxi yourself."
Hua Juan was taken away by the police, Tao Ming following closely behind. The moment Hua Juan got into the police car, she raised her handcuffed hands and waved to Tao Ming.
Tao Ming's heart was taken away by her, shattered. He wanted to say something to her, but his mouth opened wide, yet he couldn't utter a single word. He didn't know when they would see each other again.
"Tao Ming, don't forget to save me. I don't want to stay there for a moment longer."
Hua Juan's eyes were filled with painful sorrow.
At this final farewell, Tao Ming couldn't say a word; a thousand words were stuck in his chest. Tears were already streaming down his face. Afraid that the pain would irritate his already wet wells, Hua Juan was pushed into the police car by the officers. As she got in, she waved to Tao Ming one last time. His penis was brimming with anticipation, a sight Tao Ming saw and remembered.
Hua Juan pushed him into the police car. She continued to wave to Tao Ming through the rear window. Tao Ming's inner camera captured this moment, forever etched in his heart.
Ever since Hua Juan was taken away by the police, her waving expression to Tao Ming had haunted him, seemingly frozen in a time tunnel.
Hua Juan was taken away, and Tao Ming's heart seemed to have been taken away with her. He felt empty all day. He often went to the detention center to see her, but he couldn't see Hua Juan because her case was still under investigation, and he wasn't allowed to see her. But he still went every day to deposit money into her account. He'd heard that as long as he deposited money into the accounts of the criminal suspects detained there, they could spend the money in those accounts.
So Tao Ming frequently visited Hua Juan's inmates. Each time he came, seeing many inmates in yellow vests working in the detention center yard, he felt a sense of kinship and wanted to understand the situation inside. These people released for reform were all serving short sentences. "Young man, how are you doing here?"
Tao Ming saw a seemingly young inmate in a yellow vest resting on the ground near the garden in the detention center yard. He was holding a shovel, having just finished working. They were resting, and the guards were watching from a distance.
"I'm detained, and I can go home in two days,"
said the seemingly child-like inmate. "No matter what, this place isn't as good as home. This isn't a place for humans. People must obey the law, not break it. If you break the law, you're not human."
Looking at this young man's view of life, Tao Ming felt a pang of pain in his heart. He didn't know how Hua Juan was doing inside, and he was determined to get her out no matter what. Now Tao Ming was bankrupt. Without money, it would be very difficult for him to do this. Tao Ming was overwhelmed with worry every day because of Hua Juan's situation. Hiring a lawyer and making inmates' payments would both require a lot of money. To get money, Tao Ming once bought blood, but now human blood is worthless; 200cc only costs 400 yuan.
Tao Ming put all the money he earned from buying blood into Hua Juan's account, hoping she could have a better life there. After all, he was a free man, and he couldn't possibly suffer like Hua Juan.
Liu Meili was very excited when she heard that Hua Juan had killed someone, and she rushed to Peng Chuanwei's office immediately.
"Chairman, I have some huge news for you,"
Liu Meili said, sitting on the sofa, gesturing wildly and excitedly. "You'd better sit still, don't fall off your chair when you hear this news."
"What is it? You're exaggerating."
Peng Chuanwei asked absentmindedly, smoking a cigarette. "Could it be that the American buildings have been attacked again? Don't be so mysterious."
Liu Meili felt that she couldn't find any fun with someone like him; it was related to his character, some people simply didn't understand the meaning of "fun."
"Let me tell you in detail."
Liu Meili raised an eyebrow and said. "Hua Juan killed someone."
"What?"
Peng Chuanwei asked in surprise. "Hua Juan killed someone, is it true?"
Peng Chuanwei looked at Liu Meili in bewilderment, wanting confirmation from her.
"Of course it's true."
Liu Meili rolled her eyes at him, surprised by his reaction, which was so different from what she had predicted. "Who would make up something like this?"
Peng Chuanwei's face darkened. "How could Hua Juan kill someone?"
He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps asking Liu Meili.
"How would I know?"
Liu Meili said, dissatisfied. "I just heard it."
"Who did Hua Juan kill?"
Peng Chuanwei sat up straight in his office chair. He asked.
"Hei Tou."
Liu Meili said. "The local underworld boss."
"That's a joke. How could Hua Juan kill him? Really."
Peng Chuanwei laughed incredulously .
"It's true, not a lie."
Liu Meili said. "Hua Juan didn't come to work today. She might never come. The long years in prison are her future."
Peng Chuanwei didn't say anything, lost in thought.
"Chairman, shouldn't Hua Juan be dismissed?"
Liu Meili asked.
Peng Chuanwei's heart skipped a beat; so this woman had ulterior motives for coming to tip him off. Peng Chuanwei said unhappily, "Why would you kick someone when they're down like this?"
Liu Meili blushed and stammered. "No, I was just reminding you," Liu Meili said tactfully. Actually, Peng Chuanwei really liked Liu Meili because she was very charming. He almost broke up with his best friend of many years, Wu Dou, because of Liu Meili. However, now he realized that she was a fierce woman with great desires that seemed insatiable. This kind of woman was terrifying. In fact, most men prefer women who ask for little and keep their distance from those who ask for much.
Peng Chuanwei was no exception; he was a man, and no man could escape this nature.
"Do you want me to promote you to manager Hua Juan?"
Peng Chuanwei asked. "Now is the perfect opportunity."
"This..."
Liu Meili said. "I have that thought, but I feel it's not appropriate under the circumstances. Let's talk about it later."
Peng Chuanwei didn't expect Liu Meili to say something so insincere. That's where Liu Meili's cleverness lay; she knew how to read the situation.

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