True fan behavior

In May 2013, with only one round remaining in the 2012-13 La Liga season, Barcelona led Real Madrid by two points. The final match was Barcelona's home game against their arch-rivals at Camp Nou. Historically, Barcelona held home advantage and only needed a draw to secure the title, putting them in a very favorable position.

However, three days before the match, something unbelievable happened. Six key Barcelona players—Messi, Xavi, Iniesta, Pique, Alves, and Valdes—were attacked by unidentified terrorists and seriously injured.

The news sent shockwaves through the football world. Catalan media angrily pointed the finger at Real Madrid president Florentino Pérez. However, Pérez responded forcefully: "If you want to accuse me, show me the evidence." He even arrogantly stated that if Real Madrid players were to suffer similar misfortunes, it must be a conspiracy by Barcelona president Laporta. Spanish authorities, in conjunction with FIFA and even Interpol, conducted a three-day investigation but found no direct evidence. The Spanish Football Federation had no choice but to announce that the match would proceed as scheduled.

As a loyal Barcelona fan, I was furious. What angered me even more was that I worked for a large multinational betting syndicate. The betting amounts for the Spanish league title this season were enormous, especially a week before the match when a staggering sum of money of dubious origin suddenly appeared, betting on Real Madrid to win. With Real Madrid's current odds of 1 to 8, if they won, our entire betting syndicate wouldn't be enough to cover the losses.

Soon, our boss, Brother Fa, convened an emergency meeting with a few of us trusted confidants. To my surprise, Barcelona president Laporta was also present. His forces were now under tight control by the Spanish authorities, so he had to seek our help.

After a night of heated debate, we decided to send three groups to act separately. Group A, led by One-Eyed, would hire a group of desperate international mercenaries to retaliate against Real Madrid stars, even resorting to lethal weapons to create chaos in the stadium and delay the match if absolutely necessary. Group B, led by Strategist Zhuge, would use a large sum of money to bribe football federation officials and referees. Group C was led by me—Hua Wuque—and my mission was to disrupt the Real Madrid stars' mental state. Laporta also agreed to provide us with the best possible cooperation throughout the process.

Three days passed quickly, and unfortunate news came from both Groups A and B. The Real Madrid stars were under tight protection, even with the deployment of the Spanish military, leaving us no chance to launch a surprise attack. Referees and football association officials were also isolated during this crisis. Immense pressure suddenly fell on Group C, which I was leading.

I forced myself to calm down and, after a whole night of careful consideration, dispatched my trusted subordinates to prepare separately. Cristiano Ronaldo, Kaká, and Casillas, as the three core players of Real Madrid's attack, organization, and defense, were undoubtedly the main targets of my psychological attack.

The match was about to begin, and I appeared in the VIP box at Camp Nou, dressed in a suit and tie, as a high-ranking executive of a Spanish conglomerate. The miniature earpiece I wore transmitted the message that my subordinates were ready. I couldn't help but smile slightly. Today, let me add a little something special to this fiercely contested Spanish derby.

As the opening whistle blew, the Camp Nou fans roared with support for the Barcelona B team, who were forced to play against a lack of key players. With their first-choice starters missing, Barcelona coach Vilanova was forced to field reserve players who rarely get playing time, even temporarily promoting several young players from the B team to the bench. In contrast, Mourinho's Real Madrid team was well-organized and in high spirits, completely disregarding the Barcelona B squad.

The match started fiercely, with Barcelona players displaying intense intensity and committing numerous fouls, prompting Vilanova to shout from the sidelines: "Watch out for fouls! Don't get sent off by those damn players!" Real Madrid, with Kaká and ?zil orchestrating the midfield effectively, frequently launched attacks using the speed of Ronaldo and Di Maria on the flanks. Particularly on Ronaldo's left flank, with the absence of Alves, Barcelona temporarily fielded Mascherano as a makeshift right-back, but Ronaldo exploited numerous openings with his feints and deceptions. Fortunately, Real Madrid's two forwards, Higuain and Benzema, were not yet in form, missing several scoring opportunities.

My phone rang in my pocket. I took it out and saw a strongly worded message from Brother Fa: Take action immediately! I immediately signaled to my men lying in ambush: Operation begin!

According to regulations, a portion of the VIP boxes at Barcelona's Camp Nou stadium are reserved for the visiting Real Madrid team. At this moment, Real Madrid star Kaka's wife, Brazilian model Caroline Celico, and Cristiano Ronaldo's girlfriend, Russian supermodel Irina Shayk, were sitting in the away team's VIP box, enjoying their husbands' performance on the field, occasionally letting out bursts of giggles, clearly very optimistic about the situation. They were discussing whether to go on a private vacation to Sardinia or Dubai after the season, or go shopping in Milan or Paris. Both of them were dressed very sexily, especially Irina Shayk, whose 34D bust created an amazing curve, and the deep V-neck dress could not cover even half of it. The two handsome Spanish waiters behind me never took their glasses off the two mounds.

Suddenly, the two waiters exchanged a glance and nodded to each other. Simultaneously, they stepped forward and delivered two sharp chops to the necks of the two beauties, the force just right, and the two women slumped back into their seats.

A moment later, the pre-arranged three long knocks and two short knocks came from my VIP box. My men quickly opened the door, and there came the two Spanish waiters I had bribed, carrying Caroline and Elena. A cold smile curled at the corner of my lips; tonight's beautiful leading ladies were finally about to make their entrance.

At this point, the match was already 20 minutes into the first half. Barcelona had already had four defenders booked, and their movements were becoming somewhat hesitant. Real Madrid seized this opportunity to launch a major attack, and Barcelona's goal, guarded by substitute goalkeeper Pinto, was under constant threat, on the verge of falling.

Time was of the essence. I sized up the two beauties with completely different styles. Caroline is a well-known beauty in Brazil, 167cm tall with measurements of 32-22-34. It's said that she and Kaká are both devout religious believers and remained virgins until their marriage. A virgin marriage is actually very difficult; everyone has normal desires and emotions, and to remain completely celibate before marriage is indeed very difficult, especially in a more open country like Brazil. When she and Kaká were dating, they would kiss passionately in the heat of the moment, and there were many impulsive moments, but they always held their ground.

Well, since Kaká is the engine of Real Madrid's attack, then I'll have to use you as my target. I ordered someone to keep an eye on Irina, and then I carried Caroline to a large, comfortable sofa and laid her down, setting up the high-definition camera. Caroline isn't as flamboyant as Irina, and her style leans towards cuteness. Today she wore a white princess dress, which accentuated her delicate, elfin face, making her look as pure as a sleeping princess from a fairy tale.

Looking at her, I felt a surge of heat rise in my lower body, my penis instantly swelling and creating a large tent in my Armani suit pants. A strong destructive urge welled up inside me, wanting to destroy this beautiful woman as she slept, wanting to make her beauty as dirty and degrading as possible.

I could no longer restrain myself, and I strode forward, tearing her white princess dress and underwear apart with my bare hands. Caroline was instantly awakened, the sudden change leaving her stunned, her beautiful eyes wide as she stared at me. I didn't give her a chance to react, my mouth covering her luscious red lips, my hands covering her exposed breasts. My

intense destructive urge made me show no mercy; the more beautiful you are, the more I want to defile you! My hands roughly kneaded Caroline's breasts, without holding back. Caroline's body arched like a shrimp in pain. Born into a wealthy family, she had always been pampered by her family, and after marrying Kaka, her husband had always been gentle and caring. How could she have endured such torment? Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.

I got up and stripped off all my clothes, tearing off the remaining pieces of her dress as well. I plopped down on her snow-white, high breasts, feeling her white breasts against my dirty buttocks, her pink nipples rubbing against my anus—it was an indescribable pleasure. She was struggling to breathe under my immense weight, silently shedding tears, turning her head away from my enormous, purplish-black, oily penis that was resting on her chin.

I grabbed her chin and slapped her several times hard across the face, leaving her pale cheeks flushed red. She was stunned, forgetting even to cry.

I said menacingly, "If you don't want anything to happen to little Luca, you'd better cooperate with me today." I then showed her a photo on my phone of my men with little Luca.

Little Luca was Kaka and Caroline's child, recently born, incredibly cute and intelligent, the apple of everyone's eye.

Upon seeing the photo, Caroline became agitated, her eyes brimming with tears as she wailed, "Please, don't hurt Luca! You can do whatever you want, I'll give you anything… just don't hurt my Luca… just don't hurt my Luca… Waaaaaah…"

I laughed heartily, saying smugly, "Now you know how to make me happy, right? Oh no, and these dozen or so brothers behind me, right?" Hahaha… After saying that, I raised my throbbing, purplish-red penis and slapped Caroline's little face hard, enjoying the Brazilian beauty's helpless expression.

Seeing that she was still hesitant, I added a little more: "There's a place in China called Guangdong where they really like to drink soup made from babies. It's said to prolong life and even strengthen the kidneys and improve virility. I wonder what this Brazilian soccer star Kaka's son tastes like?" After saying that, my brothers and I all burst into laughter, laughing so hard we were doubled over.

Caroline's face changed drastically upon hearing this, and tears instantly streamed down her face: "No, no, no, no, no, don't do this to my little Luca! I'm willing, I'm willing to do anything… Waaah…"

After saying that, she dared not hesitate any longer, obediently lowering her head to take my big glans into her mouth, her little mouth beginning to swallow and spit with difficulty. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling my penis enter an incredibly warm and moist cavity, and a nimble little tongue swirling around the tip of my penis. Ah!!!

I stroked Caroline's head and chuckled, "Pretty skilled! You practice often, don't you?" Caroline, her mouth still full of my penis, nodded in humiliation.

Just as I was enjoying myself, I suddenly felt the pleasure intensify. Looking down, I saw that Caroline was getting impatient because I hadn't ejaculated yet, so she sped up her sucking.

"Caroline, your technique still needs work!" I squinted at her.

The Brazilian beauty sucked even harder on my penis, drawing in all the pre-ejaculate from the glans and urethral opening, her cheeks hollowing out.

With my deliberate relaxation, after ten minutes of sucking and swallowing, I thrust hard into her throat, my thick, foul-smelling semen gushing into her mouth.

Caroline held my glans tightly, her eyes wide with surprise. She hadn't expected so much semen; in the end, the surging semen made her cheeks bulge.

I pulled out my penis, grabbed her chin, and lewdly said, "Let me see!"

Caroline blushed, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth. I saw the pink cavity filled with semen and saliva, and I felt incredibly aroused. "

Rinse your mouth with my semen!" I said with a smile.

Caroline hesitated for a moment, but her fear of me made her close her mouth. She puffed out her cheeks and rinsed her mouth a few times with my semen. Then she tilted her head back, opened her mouth wide, and gurgled, bubbles of semen rising from her lips.

Finally, under my expectant gaze, Caroline struggled to swallow my semen.

[The End]

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