Storm Girl and the Perverted Professor

Original Author: dangerguy
Translator: Xiaoxiami
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Chapter 1

Just like any other Friday night, the pub called "The Library" was packed with students from Highland
University . The young people took off their coats as soon as they entered this cavernous bar and restaurant, shaking off
the chill of late autumn. Friends greeted each other loudly from every corner, laughed heartily at each other's jokes, and the various noises
mingled together, creating a uniquely youthful and cheerful soundscape. Beer glasses clinked together,
further enhancing the lively party atmosphere.

People came to the library to have fun, and they were never disappointed.

The library never lacked customers, partly because of its proximity to the campus, and partly
because of its name. The college students who frequented the library often joked that if their parents asked
where they had been the next day, they could proudly and confidently tell them that they had stayed late at the library the night before.

But this was unlikely to happen, because their parents had told the same joke before;
the library had been an integral part of the campus since it opened in 1968.

Sandy Roberts, Dolly Walker, and their high school girlfriends sat together
at a large table in the back corner of the pub. It was Abao's birthday, and these pretty girls from James High School
had arranged to gather here to celebrate. The twelve best friends had a tradition of
organizing an all-girls party whenever someone had a birthday.

Throughout high school, they called themselves the Smart Sorority, considering male classmates too rude.

In college, these girls went to different universities and had their first dates, but they
still refused to have any boys at their birthday parties, believing they would disrupt the sisterhood's harmony.

The party had just begun; some girls hadn't arrived yet, but plenty of beer was already
on the table—another Smart Sorority tradition.

Dolly brought her glass to her thick, dark lips, took a sip of beer, and turned to Sandy sitting next to her
. "When do we tell them?" the Black woman leaned over and whispered in Sandy's ear. She saw
the reddish-brown beauty stiffen at the question.

“I told you, not now, at least not after the election,” Sandy
answered her lovely oval face etched with tension.

Sandy’s mother was running for Congress as the Democratic candidate, her opponent
a Republican pastor. Initially, no one thought she had a chance, but thanks to her husband’s substantial
financial backing and aggressive campaigning, the gap was closing. The final push
she needed was for her only daughter to make a public appearance a week before Election Day.

“So—after Election Day, what about?” Dolly persisted.

Dolly had been agonizing over this for months, while Sandy maintained that their relationship
was purely that of good friends and roommates.

When they were only 12, Dolly’s family moved into the upscale Highlands neighborhood,
where Sandy grew up. The bisexual Black girl fell in love with Sandy almost instantly upon first meeting her
.

But years had passed, and Sandy had never shown any homosexual tendencies. Dolly had begun
to give up hope, knowing that Sandy would never share the intense feelings she held for her.

Then, just a few months ago, their lives took a dramatic turn.

Sandy's second identity—the superheroine Stormgirl—was
captured and brutally tortured by a self-proclaimed car thief. During the emotional turmoil following that ordeal, Sandy turned to Dolly for
comfort, and the two childhood friends and college roommates became lovers.

For Dolly, it was a dream come true. Initially, Sandy asked her to keep
their relationship a secret, and Dolly agreed. She was captivated by their secret relationship, contentedly indulging in
a same-sex love she had once thought impossible.

But as time went on, the secrecy made her increasingly uneasy. She disliked
lying to her family and friends, and she longed to occasionally
show affection in public to the beautiful woman she had long admired and loved, revealing to everyone that this lovely
woman was her lover.

“Can we discuss this later?” Sandy replied impatiently, pleading with a frown
. “There’s no need for us to discuss it in a setting like this.”

“I wanted to talk to you this morning,” Dolly said somewhat rudely, “but you slipped away.”

“I didn’t slip away!” Sandy replied angrily in a low voice, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise at Dolly’s
accusation. “My class is two hours earlier than yours, I didn’t want to wake you—”

“Hey, does anyone know if Helen is coming or not?” The birthday girl, Xiao Bao,
shouted , trying to drown out the noise in the busy pub.

Sandy secretly rejoiced at Xiao Bao’s interruption. Dolly had been increasingly fond of arguing with her lately—a
problem was becoming increasingly vexing.

“She should be here,” answered loudly from Bei Bei, a bright economics student, a pretty
girl with dark hair, blue eyes, and a few cute freckles.

The other girls glanced around the table and noticed that Helen was the only one late.

“She said she’d be there on time.”

“You don’t understand,” Chen Nini interjected, her sallow face furrowing. “You all
know she doesn’t like crowded places. She keeps asking me why we don’t have gatherings at home.”

The girls exchanged glances, some even sighing.

Helen, always shy, felt it was a miracle she even joined their sorority. It was all
thanks to Sandy; back in her freshman year of high school, Sandy noticed the younger students bullying
the timid, thin girl and insisted she join the sorority. While

the other eleven girls had shed their high school naiveté through college, Helen remained…
She retained her shy and introverted personality. If it weren't for the Sorority of Clever Girls, Helen wouldn't have a single friend.

"Maybe she's waiting outside, trying to muster the courage to come in,"
said Xiaoli, a journalism student with long blonde hair, with a smile.

Several other girls chuckled.

Xiaoli was perhaps the most outspoken girl in their group, and also their source of joy.

"Hey, you guys, stop teasing Helen all the time, okay?" Sandy gave Xiaoli a reproachful
look .

"Sandy, it's my fault," Xiaoli said. "I know Helen is like your little sister, and I
like her just as much, but Helen has never been an extrovert, that's a fact."

"Maybe you should take back what you said," Dolly said, her dark eyes widening as she stared at the crowded
entrance.

Xiaoli frowned. "What, you're going to protect her too—" Then she and the other girls followed Dolly
's gaze, and all of them gasped in surprise.

A girl who looked very much like Helen was walking towards them through the crowd. Very similar, but how could it be?

Her usually simple, long black hair was now styled into loose, wavy curls. Her delicate,
elegant face was now adorned with mascara, deep blue eyeshadow, and bright red lipstick.

But what truly astonished her friends was her attire: a high-waisted black leather jacket hung
casually on her shoulders, revealing a pink, tight-fitting bra underneath. She wasn't wearing a bra, so
her small, firm breasts swayed proudly with each step, their nipples clearly visible beneath the thin fabric
.

Below her bare waist was a fiery red mini-skirt, her long legs clad in black fishnet
stockings, and her feet encased in black knee-high boots.

As she walked, young men cast admiring glances, some even
whistling .

“Okay,” Xiaoli muttered to herself, finally recovering from the shock of Helen’s dramatic change in appearance, “
Some people look respectable on the outside but are actually quite the show-off.”

“Xiaoli!” Sandy shushed her, stopping the sharp-tongued blonde from continuing. Sandy looked
up at Helen, who was approaching, standing by their table with a smug expression.

“Hello, Helen—your clothes—are nice,” Sandy said, trying to be as impartial as possible.

Helen placed her right hand on her protruding backside and looked back at the boys staring at her
. “These boys seem to like it.” She grabbed the only empty chair, spun around halfway, and sat down with her legs apart,
her hands gripping the back of the chair, her head resting on her forearms. Her small, shapely buttocks protruded from the chair. “Why don’t
we invite a few boys to our birthday party? It’s so boring without men.”

“Well, maybe we can consider that,” Sandy said, glancing at the other
girls .

Most of the girls shrugged and continued watching Helen's performance.

Sandy picked up the menu. "We should order—"

Helen turned to look at a burly young man watching her, a guy with messy
hair , standing by the pool table with a few friends. "I want him." She pushed back her chair and
walked towards the messy-haired man.

"And him, and the ones next to him—" she said, pointing at the young men.

Sandy's eyes snapped off the menu, widening as Helen approached the smiling boys. This
wasn't the Helen they knew. Not at all. Sandy jumped up from her seat, squeezing through the crowd, barely managing
to grab Helen before she reached the pool table.

Sandy grabbed Helen's arm and pulled her back.

"Hey!" Helen yelled angrily, trying to shake Sandy off, but she couldn't. Sandy was not only six inches taller than the five-foot- tall Helen, but also much stronger,
thanks to Sandy's regular workouts as a superheroine .
Sandy practically dragged Helen back.

"What's wrong?" Sandy asked softly with concern. "This isn't like you at all."

"What, are you jealous that I attract men?" Helen asked slyly.

"No!"

"I think you are!" Helen twisted her arm, trying to shake off Sandy's hand. She glared at her tall
friend . "You just want me around so you feel prettier than everyone else. Now I'm
prettier than you!"

"Helen, how can you say that?" Sandy was hurt by her friend's hostile words. "You're my
friend, I like you, so I want you with me."

"Are you sure that's the only reason?" Helen's voice suddenly became low and hoarse. She opened her
red lips and smiled seductively, suddenly wrapping her arms around Sandy's slender waist and pulling the athletic woman into her embrace.
Helen rubbed her slim, half-naked body against Sandy. "You like me? How much do you like me?"

The boys around the pool table whistled and
cheered .

Sandy's brown eyes widened as she desperately turned her head to look at her friends behind her, who
sat there speechlessly like stone statues. Sandy pushed aside the suddenly aroused Helen with one hand
and beckoned her friends for help with the other.

Dolly was the first to jump up and come over.

"God, Helen, let me go!" Helen wrapped her legs around Sandy's feet, clinging
to .

The heroine looked at Dolly in despair as Dolly struggled to pull the petite girl away.

"Oh God, Sandy, please, fuck me!" Helen cried desperately, "Whoever wants to
fuck me hard, if you don't want to, then someone else will—"

Sandy's jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. Helen had never used foul language before; at least, Sandy had never heard her
use it , and she would even blush at the mere sound of someone swearing. But now she was begging someone to have sex with her, whether
the other person was male or female.

Sandy turned to look at the other girls who had gathered around. "Something's wrong. I don't know what's wrong, the medication
or—or something else, we have to get her to the hospital."

Her friends grabbed their coats, and Dolly and Sandy, in the middle, each grabbed one of Helen's arms and dragged her out.
Pub.

As they passed the group of young men, the disheveled man Helen had first set her sights on suddenly grabbed Sandy
's arm.

Sandy turned and glared at him.

"Hey, beautiful," he said with a wicked grin, "leaving so early? Maybe your friend doesn't want to leave yet—"

Sandy tried to shake off the lecherous man's dirty hand, but he let go.

Someone grabbed him and pulled him back, forcing him to release Sandy.

Taking advantage of this moment, Sandy dragged Helen toward the door.

"Hey, kid, what the hell are you doing?!" the disheveled man angrily shoved the other man's hand away.

"Don't mess with that girl," the young man roared back. The

disheveled man sized up the tall, muscular young man, whose short, curly black hair and
expression seemed to say, "Don't mess with me." The disheveled man wisely backed down, making a peace gesture and
retreating to the pool table.

The dark-haired young man turned and looked through the window, watching Sandy and her friends drag Helen into
the cold October night. The petite beauty began screaming hysterically, making her friends both angry and embarrassed.

"Oh God, just find anyone to fuck me!!! Please, fuck me—"

The girls immediately swarmed around the doctor as he emerged from the emergency room.

"How is she?" Sandy asked.

"We gave her a sedative," replied the doctor, a middle-aged
woman . "She should be back to normal in a day or two." She frowned at Sandy. "
Is her behavior completely normal normally? Has she never acted like this before?"

"Yes," Sandy replied, frowning. "Have you seen cases like this before?"

The doctor sighed wearily and nodded. "This is the fourth '
beautiful girl rampage' patient I've seen this week, so I know how long her symptoms will last." She looked at the
tense girls.

"What, haven't you heard about this new date rape drug circulating on campus?"

The girls shook their heads in unison.

“Okay, so this is how that drug works. You guys better watch out, you know?” The

young girls exchanged nervous glances, all thinking the same thing: various date rape drugs were
circulating , most of them just making you weak and unable to resist, but this one could
turn you into a screaming sex maniac. A chill ran down the spines of several girls.

“Do you know what this drug is called?” Sandy asked, arms crossed.

“Want the truth?” the doctor said, turning to leave. “I’ve never encountered this kind of drug before.”

Watching the doctor leave, Sandy bit her lower lip angrily. I’ve encountered it! she thought to herself.

*** *** *** ***

“This is a complete waste of time,” Sandy groaned.

Dolly sighed, turning the keys in her hand. “This isn’t a waste of time; we have to find out who
gave the drug to Helen. We have to come here and see if there are any clues.”

“There’s no need,” Sandy watched Dolly push open Helen’s door. “I know who did this.”

The two pretty girls went into the room together. Dolly felt her way along the wall to find the light switch and turned on the light.

Bright lights illuminated Helen's student apartment. It had to be said, the apartment was rather unsightly
: a square room, ten feet on each side, with worn walls painted a plain white, and dark
hardwood floors creaking under their feet. In the corner was a small kitchen with a table and chairs,
textbooks neatly stacked on the table.

In the opposite corner was a clean mattress, next to a closed closet, next to which was a
wooden door leading to a cramped bathroom.

"You don't have solid evidence," Dolly retorted, closing the door behind her. "Besides,
it wouldn't have taken long to come here. Have you ever been to Helen's apartment before?"

"No," Sandy said, looking at her introverted friend's apartment with a touch of sadness.

The walls were bare white, devoid of paintings or celebrity posters; the room looked as
dull as Helen's life.

"I don't like this; it feels like trespassing." They made an excuse to bring Helen some extra clothes to
the hospital, then took the keys and came directly from the hospital.

“We were just trespassing, it’s okay, aren’t you kind of a detective?” Dolly
said sarcastically.

“I’m not a detective,” Sandy replied. “I’m a superheroine, it’s part of my life.
My mission is simple: I come, I beat people up, I leave. And that’s how I plan to deal with that perverted professor
.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Dolly glared at her beloved friend, impatiently asking, “Your
mother is a lawyer, we need enough evidence to put that guy in jail, don’t you understand?”

“I know, I know! I just—” She stopped, took a deep breath, crossed her arms, and stared
blankly into the corner.

In the Car Thief King incident, the thief injected the heroine with an aphrodisiac called “Spring Tide,” making
her body so sensitive and lustful it bordered on madness.

According to the Car Thief King, he obtained this aphrodisiac from a professor at Highland University. Although
he didn’t name him, Sandy knew only one person at the university was likely involved, and he was developing a
super “Viagra” specifically for women. He was a biochemist, a strange
combination —Professor Bian, the genius. Six months ago, when the ordeal had just ended, the heroine planned to
deal with him, but Dolly dissuaded her, as she had no evidence.

"Actually, the rape wasn't the worst part," Sandy said calmly. "The worst part was that the perverted professor's
aphrodisiac made me scream with excitement throughout the entire rape." Her voice trembled with anger. "
And now someone's using that same aphrodisiac on my friend. God, Dolly, you just saw it! She almost
jumped onto that pool table and let all the men in the room take turns with her. Believe me, I
know how heartbroken she'll be afterwards—"

“I know, baby! I know—” Dolly said, walking over and putting her arm around Stormgirl’s shoulder, pulling
her into her arms to comfort her.

After a while, Sandy also raised her arms and hugged Dolly’s waist, holding her affectionately.

Dolly remembered that it took Sandy a month to recover from her ordeal before returning to the streets to carry out
Stormgirl’s missions. The Stormgirl was now more cautious and more violent. She no longer simply sent
criminals to prison, but first had them hospitalized for treatment. According to Sandy, she wouldn’t give her opponents any chance to
resist , but Dolly was still worried about her.

Dolly stroked Stormgirl’s long reddish-brown hair and hugged her tightly.

Sandy slowly calmed down and gently pushed away her lover’s arms. “Since we’re here, let’s
search .”

The two women split up, looking for any useful clues .

Dolly went into the kitchen, while Sandy went over and opened the closet.

The small apartment was searched thoroughly in no time.

“Sandy, come and see this,” Dolly shouted from the kitchen.

Sandy walked over and saw Dolly pointing to the refrigerator, on which was a
small advertisement carefully cut from the campus newspaper, magnetically attached.

Shy?

Introverted?

Seeking female volunteers for a cutting-edge medical trial to overcome shyness.

At the bottom of the ad was a phone number.

Dolly and Sandy exchanged glances. The heroine grabbed the phone from the wall and dialed.

After a moment, she put it down in frustration. “General answering machine.”

Then, frowning, she walked to the table,
glanced , and saw the student schedule. She picked up the small black notebook and quickly flipped to today's entry.
A cold smile played on her beautiful lips as she read the last entry.

“Got it.” She handed the schedule to Dolly.

Helen's last entry, written in her delicate, neat handwriting, read: “5:30”—just
an hour and a half before she arrived at the library, “Shyness Treatment, Chemistry Department, Room 333, Biochemistry Building.”

“Room 333 in the Chemistry Department of the Biochemistry Building is the lab of that perverted professor,” Sandy told Dolly. “I
don’t want to say it, but—”

Chapter Two

“I really don’t like it.” An hour and a half later, Dolly said to Stormgirl.

“You never have,” Sandy replied.

She emerged from the bedroom in Stormgirl’s uniform. A bright green Lycra bodysuit clung to her
curvaceous body, with gold elbow gloves on her arms and knee-high leather boots on her feet,
exposing her knees and beautiful thighs. Long auburn hair framed her beautiful face, and a green eyepatch protected her
eyes , concealing her identity. Between her alluring breasts was a red “D” mark,
with a wing drawn on the right curve of the “D” and a lightning bolt in the middle.

Stormgirl donned a dark brown leather trench coat—a trophy from the car thief, which she had altered to fit
her five-foot-six-inch frame.

“Relax, okay? I’m just going to check out that weird professor’s lab. I promise I’ll be careful.”
Sandy patted Dolly on the shoulder . “Don’t worry, okay? You look like a hen.”

“It’s not just that—” Dolly stammered.

“What?” Sandy asked impatiently. “What’s wrong?”

Dolly took a deep breath and said sadly, “Every time I think we can spend some
time , you’re either in class, doing experiments, or fighting criminals. We
have less and less time together.”

“God!” Sandy cried out angrily, “I can’t believe my ears! You still have
time to say this? Our friend is in the hospital! I’m trying to help her! How can you be so selfish
? I’ve never run away from you! I have more important things to do!”

“Oh, so I’m not important now?” Dolly said hurtfully.

“I, that’s not what I meant—” Sandy sighed angrily, raising one hand firmly.
“We’re not talking about this now.” She said stubbornly as she walked toward the balcony door.

Dolly sighed deeply. "Fine, I need you back in an hour," she
said to the woman she loved.

"Okay, Mom. Leave the door open, okay?" Sandy waved impatiently and went to the balcony
.

Dolly pushed open the sliding balcony door, looked around, and saw
no one . She shivered and hugged herself back inside.

Sandy had already turned off the room lights to avoid being seen.

"Nobody's here," Dolly said.

"Thank you, good citizen!" Sandy said in a serious superhero tone. Such jokes
usually made Dolly giggle, but this time Dolly didn't laugh.

Sandy glanced at her friend and lover, suppressing her annoyance, and went to the balcony. The superheroine
checked and then summoned the power of the wind.

A powerful whirlwind swept up the building, and Sandy Roberts stepped onto the balcony railing and plunged into
the embrace .

Storm Girl clutched the hem of her trench coat tightly, letting the wind gently lift her as she soared through the night sky.

Dolly watched Storm Girl leave with awe, still amazed even though she had seen it countless times.
Then she closed the balcony door and slowly paced around the room.

Sandy had unexpectedly gained superpowers through that strange wind tunnel experiment over a year ago.
In , especially after the two of them went from friends to lovers a few months ago, she gradually began to understand
the pain of the families of police officers and firefighters—helplessly staying at home, worrying about the safety of their loved ones.

"Damn it, I'm not helpless!" Dolly said angrily to herself. She sat down at the computer, turned
it , and if she had learned anything from university, it was the ability to conduct independent research.

After the computer booted up, she connected to the internet, found her favorite research engine, and typed in
the name .

*** *** *** ***

The wind carried Storm Girl to the massive bio-engineering building. Built in
the mid- , it was clearly designed by six different architects, looking like six different
buildings crammed together. The interior was even more chaotic, with haphazardly designed corridors that didn't connect to each other.
They preferred their own corridors to lead to dead ends rather than connect with others, forcing students and faculty to follow
colored codes on the floor to find their way.

Some floors lacked elevators, some room light switches had to be found upstairs, and some classrooms even lacked
doors. Naturally, various ghost stories circulated.

A grumpy architect died mysteriously during construction, and rumors circulated that his ghost was seen
wandering the corridors, searching alone for the entrance to the wing he designed.

Storm Girl reached the entrance to the south wing and took out her access card from her trench coat pocket. Thanks to
typical bureaucratic carelessness, her card didn't have limited authorization like other students' cards;
it had maximum authorization. Sandy hadn't had time to go to the administration to change the permissions, and now she was glad she hadn't
.

The magnetic card passed through the electronic card reader, and the door lock clicked open softly.

Storm Girl walked through the main building towards the Chemistry Department wing. The lobby was dark; in the dead of night,
only small service indicator lights emitted a dim glow. Storm Girl's green rubber-soled leather boots shone lightly on
the floor, the soft footsteps echoing in the silent corridor.

Storm Girl found the lobby of the Chemistry Department wing and decided to take the stairs to the third floor instead of the elevator. Although
she didn't think she would encounter any trouble, her warrior instincts remained vigilant; the stairs were
much safer than the elevator.

The third floor of the Chemistry Department was as quiet and dark as the other floors. Fortunately, Storm Girl was wearing her own goggles. These
opaque emerald-colored goggles were designed by this double-achiever from the Engineering and Physics departments; they
automatically adapted to the dark environment, enhancing her night vision.

Storm Girl found Room 333, the eccentric professor's lab. The lab had no windows,
so she couldn't see anything from the corridor. Peering through the crack in the door, she saw no light,
so she used her magnetic card to open it again.

She scanned the dark lab, considering where to begin. Her blindfold allowed her to make out
three rows of workbenches filled with measuring cups, alcohol lamps, test tubes, and other laboratory equipment. A
large separated a small room, with a door leading to it and a small corridor at the end, containing a
restroom and a closet. Storm Girl turned to look at a door behind the workbenches in front of her, with
a nameplate for Dr. Bian the Genius hanging on it. Through the window next to the door, she could vaguely make out a desk and filing cabinets inside.

Storm Girl smiled and walked towards the office. A good start is half the battle, she told
herself .

The office door wasn't locked. She pushed it open, pulled a pen and flashlight from her pocket, and began working.

Professor Bian, the genius, was a typical member of the older generation who didn't trust computers, meaning he kept everything
written down. The woman opened the filing cabinet and began rapidly searching through the various documents.

She recalled the "perverted professor's" lectures and wrinkled her nose in disgust. Some say
names can be wrong, but nicknames are never wrong—this was certainly true for him.

He was a biochemist specializing in female physiology and hormonal responses. He had a lewd habit
of staring lecherously at the prettiest girls in the classroom during lectures, and he often
semi-forced them into his lab to assist him with his so-called "personal research." This "personal
research" contained nothing but his heavy breathing and sweaty, erotic gaze
. Rumors

circulated on campus that he was impotent. Sandy usually liked to sit in the front row, but in the perverted professor's class, she preferred to
disappear into the back row to avoid his attention.

The woman had already searched three filing cabinets without finding a single suspicious document. Next was the fourth
and final filing cabinet.

The Storm Girl pulled on it, only to find it locked. She frowned; she did carry some lock-picking tools, but wasn't
very skilled at using them.

The beautiful woman paused, pondering. Most researchers were careless. Smiling, she
walked to the desk, opened a drawer, and saw a keychain inside. Her smile widened.

She returned to the filing cabinet, and on the third key, it opened. In the top
drawer found her target.

Several folders were labeled "Spring Tide,"
the name of the experimental aphrodisiac the car thief had used on her months ago. She believed Helen's current condition was due to this drug.

The Storm Girl used her teeth to hold a flashlight and flipped through the folders, finding one labeled "Spring Tide Human
Testing ," which she pulled out.

She laid the folder out on the desk and carefully read the twelve experimental reports inside. Each report
had a woman's name and a single-image photograph at the top.

The women in the photos were all young, clearly university students. But apart from that, they
had nothing in common . Some were tall, some short, some fat, some thin, some dark-skinned—except for their eyes.

Just like the expression the Storm Girl often saw in Helen's eyes—tense, shy, like a chronically abused
puppy, terrified of being beaten if it attracted attention.

When the Storm Girl saw Helen's name on the bottom report, she angrily clenched the flashlight in her mouth.

Bian Tiancai had exploited these girls' personality flaws, using them for human testing of his aphrodisiacs,
and some of them were his friends. The Storm Girl exhaled loudly and slammed the folder shut

. Suddenly, the laboratory lights came on. The Storm Girl opened her mouth in surprise and looked out the window. The flashlight
fell from her mouth, but luckily, it was caught by a nimble hand before hitting the table, and she quickly turned it off.

The Storm Girl's first instinct should have been to run away or hide, but her anger quickly overcame
her instincts ; her heart was filled with hatred.

The female warrior watched from her office as the short, thin middle-aged man entered the lab. He was almost bald,
with only two tufts of dark yellow hair remaining near his ears, circling his head and converging at the back.
He had no beard, wore glasses, a white shirt with a plaid tie, a lab coat, and
khaki trousers. He whistled off-key as he walked in.

The female warrior immediately recognized him as Professor Bian, nicknamed the "Perverted Professor," and resolved to confront him face-to-face.

The beautiful woman put away her folder, walked to the office door, and leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, the folder tucked
under her arm .

Professor Bian walked absentmindedly towards the office, his eyes fixed on the keys in his hand. Reaching the door, he noticed a stunningly beautiful woman standing
there and took a step back in surprise.

"Put the key away." Storm Woman's voice was low but full of confidence, with a hint
of threat. "You forgot to lock the door."

"Who are you?" the professor asked, his small, mouse-like eyes darting up and down Storm Woman's shapely
figure "How did you get in?"

Storm Woman struggled to endure the man's repeated, lewd gaze. His
bald head, small face, and large ears made him look exactly like a large monkey.

"Who am I?" Storm Woman said, enunciating each word clearly. "I'm the woman who's about to give you a good beating,
you perverted, disgusting reptile." She roared and slammed the folder onto the lab table beside her,
scattering lab reports all over the surface.

"Oh," Professor Bian glanced at the table and said, "Those." He turned back to Storm Woman, opening
his thin lips in a smug smile.

Storm Woman barely managed to suppress the urge to punch his disgusting smile into his neck.

"They're all volunteers," Professor Bian said, shrugging.

“They’re trying to cure their shyness,” Storm Girl said through gritted teeth, “not to become a pervert.”

Professor Bian stared intently at Storm Girl’s chest. “You’re that superheroine—Storm Girl,
that’s what people call you, right?” He casually put his keys back in his pocket, placed his briefcase on the lab table,
pressing down on the lab reports.

“Who I am isn’t important,” Storm Girl replied, a hint of pride in her voice, even such a
disgusting pervert knew her name. “You’re conducting illegal human experiments. FDA
officials don’t like that kind of activity.”

“Beautiful lady,” Professor Bian smiled modestly and shook his head. “I appreciate your concern,
but I think you’re mistaken. In fact, the FDA’s approval for my human experiments is in my
briefcase. Would you like to check it?” He turned and opened the briefcase he had just placed on the lab table, reaching
inside.

An alarm bell rang in Storm Girl’s mind. She straightened up. “I don’t believe it—”

“You don’t believe it, do you?” Professor Bian said, taking a small cylinder from his bag and pointing it at Storm Girl. The
cylinder was only slightly larger than a pen. The professor pressed a button on one end, and a cloud of white gas shot
out , directly hitting the heroine's face.

The beautiful heroine only inhaled a small amount before
coughing She immediately held her breath, but it was too late. Her legs went weak, and she clutched her throat
, gasping for air. Through her blindfold, she saw what appeared to be two perverted professors in front of her,
swaying back and forth.

The heroine realized that it was actually her body that was being swayed. She reached out a hand to brace herself on the lab table,
but the blurry, superimposed images made it impossible for her to judge the distance, and she missed.

The heroine slumped to her knees, one hand falling limply to the floor to barely support her body, the other still
clutching her dry throat. She gasped for air, her eyelids behind the blindfold trembling, her beautiful eyes
growing increasingly strained, and the entire room seemed to spin faster and faster around her. Her beautiful body
swayed right to left.

The next moment, the Storm Girl collapsed onto the floor, her eyes drooping weakly, her small mouth still opening and closing as she struggled to breathe
.

Chapter 3

After a while, Storm Girl opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and looked around, lifting her drooping head.

"God, the same thing again—" she groaned.

The room was small, only one or two square meters. Except for one wall, which was transparent glass, the rest were all
silver-gray metal walls. Through the glass, she could see a laboratory—the perverted professor's laboratory—and realized
that she was now in the glass-separated confinement room she had seen from the laboratory earlier.

The next moment, Storm Girl found herself tightly bound. The Storm

Girl suppressed the urge to struggle, studied her surroundings, and looked for an opportunity to escape.

She turned her head to look behind her; behind her was a frame made of one-inch metal tubes, one of which
was supporting .

The Storm Girl's hands were encased in large metal cylinders, spread out to both sides, each cylinder firmly
welded to the metal frame behind her.

The heroine's legs were similarly bound, below the knees, inside large silver cylinders, spread at a 40-degree angle.

Two metal chains locked her beautiful neck and slender waist.

Storm Girl tried to break free of the chains, but they held her tightly, allowing her only to wriggle her hips
slightly beneath them; otherwise, she couldn't move at all.

She couldn't see what was inside the cylinder containing her hands and feet, but she could feel the soft padding
tightly gripping her wrists and ankles.

Her leather jacket had been removed, but she was still wearing her uniform, blindfold, gloves, and boots.

However, given the professor's reputation for being a pervert, she worried her clothes wouldn't last long.

Cold sweat slowly trickled down her back, and she struggled to suppress a terrified scream.

The last time she was bound like this, she had been brutally abused all night by the car thief and his henchman, Hawkeye
. Since that incident, Storm Girl never wanted to relive it, especially since this perverted
man was the inventor of the aphrodisiac used by the car thief. But now she was here, bound in the perverted
professor's laboratory, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Storm Girl felt her stomach clench.

Just then, Professor Bian, still wearing his white lab coat, pushed open the door to the solitary confinement cell.

The bald man nodded at Storm Girl, then focused his attention on the control panel by the door.

Storm Girl took a deep breath to calm herself. "Release me immediately," she
said in a voice she tried to sound dignified.

The perverted professor turned to look at her arrogantly, his eyebrows slowly arching as he leered, "Why should I release
you?"

"Because you've caused enough trouble, Professor," Storm Girl explained, trying to appear calm.

"I'm a doctor, you know that," the bald man said coldly.

"What?"

"I'm Dr. Bian, not Professor Bian. I have a PhD in biochemistry, but everyone calls me
professor, including my mother. Maybe calling me Professor Bian is more approachable, or like those rude
college students who call me perverted professor. It's utterly disgraceful." His voice held a clear pain.

"Disgraceful?!" Storm Girl snapped. "Do you even know what 'civility' means?" Her
face hardened. "I've had enough of this," she declared loudly, then focused her mind to summon the power of a storm.

She concentrated, calling upon the spirits of wind, but nothing happened. Confused, she looked at the sealed room
and the laboratory outside, frowning as she focused again.

But still, nothing occurred.

"Oh?" the perverted professor said casually. "Are you using your superpowers? I
believe you can control the movement of air molecules, don't you?"

Storm Girl didn't answer, only staring at the lewd man with growing fear.

"Studying the biochemical mechanisms of superpowered individuals is, how should I put it—one of my hobbies," the perverted man said
smugly "I invented a new drug, which I named 'Chinese Super League.'
It has absolutely nothing to do with that infamous super-sexual ability group sex league in a certain country. It's because it can neutralize
the brain control of superpowered individuals. See, it's very effective, isn't it?"

Storm Girl sighed angrily, suppressing her anxiety and trying to persuade him. "Alright,
Professor Bian—Doctor, your development abilities are indeed impressive. You see, you'll have to release me sooner or later. Since that's the case,
why not release me sooner? The longer you keep me locked up, the more I'll beat you up after I get away."

The perverted professor revealed a moronic grin and said, "Young lady, your words are truly righteous and stern
."

Storm Girl looked at him hopefully, but the smile quickly disappeared from his face.

"I hate it when people lecture me with righteous indignation, especially a young girl like you. Don't you know what
respect for elders is?"

"You should be proud of yourself." The perverted man's idiotic smile returned. "Beautiful girl,
you will contribute to the development of medicine."

"What do you mean?" Storm Girl asked, a sense of foreboding creeping into the man's words.

"Did you see all the test subjects in that folder? Poor guys," the perverted man said
contemptuously "They're either too fat or too thin, all of them introverted and shy, in terrible physical condition. You're
different—"

He paused, his lecherous eyes admiring Storm Girl's mature body. "—You're
simply a gift from God to men. Your body is an aesthetic miracle, isn't it? I've always hoped
my ads would attract girls like you, but it seems unlikely. I never dreamed you'd come here on your own,
offering me your body."

"Hey, buddy, I never said I'd offer you anything!" Storm Girl declared angrily,
struggling to lift her bound legs. "Let me go right now!"

"I'm afraid I can't let you go," the perverted man replied in a hollow voice, sounding like a
computer-generated voice from 2001: A Space Odyssey. "My research is hitting a bottleneck, and you,
you beautiful Storm Girl, will provide me with the breakthrough I need." The professor turned and pulled over an experimental table.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Storm Girl struggled to overcome her growing fear. "
What do you want?"

"I'm glad you're finally interested in my experiments," the perverted man said without turning his head. "I've updated
the drug's formula; I call it 'Spring Tide 2nd Generation,' and it's 5 to 10 times stronger than the original. I
've completed animal testing, but, of course, I haven't encountered a human subject strong enough to withstand such potent
effects ."

A chill ran down Storm Girl's spine. Her first encounter with this perverted professor's aphrodisiac was
terrifying ; the drug had controlled her mind, turning her from a shy girl into a sexually frustrated
harlot, even begging enemies to violate her body. Storm Girl couldn't imagine, and dared not imagine,
what effect this even stronger aphrodisiac would have on her.

"No!!!" she screamed. "I'm a human, not a lab rat! You can't
do this !" Storm Girl twisted and struggled, but the metal restraints held her captive without mercy.

The perverted professor, a smug grin on his face, returned to her side, a small scalpel in hand. "Pretty
girl , I can do anything to you now."

With that, he pulled up the collar of the heroine's dress above her ample breasts, inserted the scalpel, and cut along her left breast from above
to her armpit, then downwards.

"No—don't do this! Stop!" Storm Girl cried out, but the perverted professor ignored her
pleas.

The heroine closed her eyes and turned her head away, unable to bear watching her clothes being slowly
cut open by this lewd old man. The scene unconsciously reminded her of the car thief's humiliation; that man had also cut open
her clothes in this way, only the car thief's knife was much larger.

At least the car thief was quite handsome, even though he was a complete bastard. But this disgusting old
man —ugh!!!

"If you stop struggling, we can finish sooner." The pervert's scalpel now
cut across the heroine's abdomen below her breasts.

The torn piece of cloth fell down, revealing the heroine's proudly erect black sports bra.

The scalpel traced a path along her beautiful right breast back to where it began. The pervert pulled aside the large piece of green
fabric , carefully folding it and placing it on the workbench beside her.

"You pervert!" Storm Girl cursed, looking down at the gaping hole in her uniform
, her full, beautiful breasts protruding from it. A black sports bra supported her breasts, creating a beautiful
valley, the soft flesh swaying with her heavy breathing.

"How dare you!" Storm Girl roared at him, using her anger to mask her growing fear
.

"Still so righteous," the pervert said contemptuously, "but you won't win against
me with words alone."

The perverted professor knelt before Storm Girl, extending his left hand to lift the top of her uniform by her thigh.

The cold touch, so close to the most intimate part of Storm Girl's body, made her gasp.

The scalpel cut through the fabric, around Storm Girl's pert buttocks, past her navel, and
around .

Storm Girl felt the lower half of her uniform flutter to the ground as the scalpel moved,
exposing her black panties to the professor's perverted gaze.

She struggled to control her trembling as the old man's hands reached
behind her and began cutting open her clothes. His nauseating, hot breath washed over her.

Finally, the pervert finished cutting, carefully folding the green-gold fabric and placing it
on the table, just as before.

Storm Girl knew what was coming next, but was utterly powerless to stop it.

Now, only her bra and panties protected her most private parts; if this perverted professor
really wanted to conduct some obscene sexual experiments on her, these clothes wouldn't last long.

Sure enough, the professor turned and lewdly looked at her, slowly
approaching .

"No..." Storm Girl shook her head, pleading, "...please, don't..."

The perverted professor ignored her pleas, continuing to walk towards her with a lewd grin.

The perverted professor gripped the left strap of the bra and sawed through the black elastic band with a knife.

Storm Girl felt the elastic snap and shuddered.

Then the perverted professor moved to the right side and repeated the action, separating the right strap.

The black bra cups, supported by the side straps, still stubbornly protected Storm Girl's beautiful breasts.

The perverted professor pulled up the joint between the cups and slowly cut it open with a scalpel.

Storm Girl struggled to hold back her sobs, watching helplessly as the perverted professor removed the bra cups from her chest.

The perverted professor placed the tattered bra on the workbench and turned back to examine Storm Girl's bare
breasts with adoration.

"Wow," he said in a deep voice, "...absolutely a masterpiece of God."

Storm Girl's breasts were full and firm, the kind of breasts most men couldn't grasp in one hand, with small pink nipples standing erect in the
center of the pale pink areolas. Storm Girl's breathing became more and more rapid,
her beautiful breasts rising and falling with each breath. Tiny beads of sweat on her breasts reflected a beautiful glow under the light
.

The perverted professor knelt before the heroine once more. She closed her eyes and let out a soft whimper, knowing full well
what his next move would be.

The professor unbuckled the right side of her panties and cut them open with a scalpel, then removed
the last .

The heroine immediately felt the cool air touch her sensitive petals and gasped deeply.

Now, her neatly trimmed reddish-brown pubic hair and heart-shaped buttocks were completely exposed to the professor's lewd gaze.
He straightened up, held the cut panties to his nostrils, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply, as if inhaling the aroma of aged
wine .

His perverted behavior nearly made the Storm Heroine vomit on the spot. “You perverted pig-headed bastard!” she
cursed angrily. “In real life, not a single female creature has the slightest interest in you, so you
can only tie women up here, drug them with aphrodisiacs, and play with them! Is that your purpose? This isn’t
a scientific experiment, this is… this is sexual assault, this is rape!”

“Calm down, pretty girl.” The perverted professor casually tossed his tattered underwear onto the workbench
among the other scraps of clothing, answering impatiently, “I am a scientist, a detached
observer . I would never rape you; that’s my promise.”

Storm Girl looked at him in surprise. “You wouldn’t? So that legend is true?”

“What’s true?” The perverted professor’s smug lewd smile vanished, replaced by a suspicious frown.

“Well, if you understand, it’s said that your wall clock is always at 6:30.” Storm
Girl was delighted to finally have a chance to verbally retaliate against this perverted professor.

“That’s not how it works!!” the professor yelled, his face flushed with rage.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath to calm himself, and said, "That's baseless rumor. I'm a
scientist , and I've selflessly dedicated everything to science." A smug smile returned to his face
as his eyes darted up and down her mature, naked, beautiful body. "So,
the sexual stimulation of your young and wanton body... will be done... mechanically."

Storm Girl's eyes widened. "Mechanical..." Her fear intensified.

The perverted professor walked to the control panel by the door and pressed several switches and buttons.

Storm Girl looked up at the mechanical whirring sound coming from above and saw two mechanical arms descending
from in front of her. Each mechanical arm had a strange protrusion at its tip, resembling a mechanical
spider: five finger-shaped probes on its head, small suction cups at the tips of the fingers, and a
foot .

The mechanical spider stopped directly in front of Storm Girl's bare chest.

Storm Girl heard the same mechanical whirring sound behind her and turned to see two more identical mechanical arms
moving behind her bare buttocks.

Storm, seeing the mechanical arms clearly understand their purpose, couldn't help but yell, "
Are serious?! Take those things away!"

She watched in terror as the mechanical hands buzzed toward her breasts. The heroine struggled to twist and
turn , but the metal restraints rendered her completely immobile, only able to gently sway her full breasts.

The metal fingers first gripped her breasts, suction cups firmly holding her delicate flesh. Then,
these fingers guided plastic tubes to her nipples.

The heroine gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, feeling her sensitive nipples being sucked into the vacuum-sealed plastic
tubes. Then she felt two other mechanical hands grasp her beautiful, round buttocks, and couldn't help but scream.

"These are my meticulously designed mechanical lovers," the perverted professor told the heroine. "They can not only stimulate
your secondary erogenous zones, but also collect your physical reactions for my computer to analyze."

"Computer?" The heroine struggled to shake off the mechanical
hands gripping her breasts and buttocks, her mind a jumble. "You…you never use computers, there isn't one on your desk!"

"That's the benefit of mentoring graduate students," the perverted professor leered. "Now, for your primary
erogenous zones…" He lightly pressed a switch on the control panel.

Another mechanical hum drew the heroine's attention to the floor beneath her.
The chains around her slender waist and throat prevented her from bending too deeply, but it was enough for her to see clearly.

A metal dome, about a foot and a half high, rose between the circular steel cylinders binding her legs. The dome slowly opened
like a shell, revealing its horrifying contents.

Two enormous metal devices appeared within the dome, their surfaces reflecting
an indescribable, lewd light under the illumination. The front one was at least three inches thick, while the rear one was slightly thinner—
still about an inch and a half thick. Each device's tip slowly released a lubricating liquid, making them
gleam under the light.

With an ominous metallic writhing sound, the two devices slowly rose along the heroine's long, beautiful legs, stopping just
below her crotch.

Although the two vicious metal instruments were no longer visible, the heroine knew one pointed to her
parted genitals, and the other to her exposed anus.

“Oh my God…” Storm Girl’s brown eyes widened in terror. “No…you
can’t do this!”

“I’m going to do it anyway,” the perverted professor replied calmly. “The die is cast, dear Storm
Girl. Now…I think your blindfold and helmet don’t quite match, so…”

Storm Girl struggled to control her fear and understand what he meant.

Blindfold?

Helmet?

No! He was going to take off my blindfold!

Storm Girl desperately turned her head away from his hands.

“That’s enough, stop struggling.” The pervert scolded her.

“No! Please! Don’t take off my blindfold!” Storm Girl shook her head repeatedly, begging the pervert
to let her go.

She had taken the pervert’s class before; what if he recognized her?

“Stop it.” The pervert said impatiently, grabbing Storm Girl’s chin with one hand and squeezing the blindfold with the other
.

“No, nooooo…”

The pervert unhesitatingly ripped off the blindfold, completely exposing her beautiful face.

The heroine tried to turn her face away, though she knew it was pointless.

"I don't know what you're afraid of," the perverted professor said, placing the blindfold on the pile of clothes. "I've never seen you
before , and even if I had, I wouldn't care. I never care
what lab rats look like."

The heroine turned back to the professor, both surprised and delighted. He didn't recognize her? Then she remembered that
the professor always focused solely on the female students' figures in class.

At that moment, the professor returned to the control panel and pressed a switch. This time, the heroine heard a mechanical start-up sound
above her . Looking up, she saw a huge virtual reality headset descend from the ceiling, stopping two inches above

her head . 　　"Don't move your head. Let me adjust it to the correct position." 　　The headset descended again, the front video display obscuring her eyes, and a pair of headphones were placed over her ears. The headset wobbled slightly, adjusting to the optimal position and securing itself firmly. 　　"What...what's this for?" the heroine asked nervously, now unable to see anything. The monitor was off , leaving only darkness. Wearing headphones, the professor's footsteps were barely audible in the lab. 　　"It'll keep you entertained," the perverted professor chuckled. "It'll constantly stimulate your visual and auditory centers, just like other devices stimulate your erogenous zones. At first, it'll test your responses to various types of sexual stimulation—calculating your sexual orientation and preferences—and so on." 　　"Is that necessary?" Storm Girl's voice trembled uncontrollably. "You—can't you ask for volunteers? I mean, please, this is a university—offering girls hours of free orgasms , I bet they'd line up for you to choose them." 　　"I'll consider your suggestion later," the perverted professor replied with a chuckle. 　　His lewd, high-pitched voice echoed in the heroine's ears through her headphones, "Here's some advice: enjoy the pleasure, dear heroine." 　　"No!!" Storm Heroine replied resolutely, "You can't escape. When I get out, I'm going to kick your little ass hard...!!!" Something was inserted into the heroine's mouth, interrupting her profanity. It felt like a thick, long tube, almost reaching her throat. 　　A piece similar to a baby pacifier was placed on the heroine's lips, and then she felt the pervert tie a thin rope behind her head, securing the tube. 　　Then the heroine's nose was pinched shut, her nostrils clipped shut with a swimming nose clip. 　　As a result, the heroine had to breathe through the tube in her mouth—which also made her understand the tube's purpose : to measure her breathing. 　　Her breaths passed through the long plastic tube, producing hollow gasps. 　　Bound, naked, blind, deaf, and mute, Storm Heroine helplessly awaited the final blow: the injection of spring tide. 　　The female warrior's naked body was exposed to her enemies, and she once again recalled the time she fell into the hands of the car thief.

The effects of the aphrodisiac in the middle of the story. This new formula was five to ten times stronger than the previous one.

The heroine whimpered helplessly, feeling the professor's damp hand grasp her arm, followed by the cold sensation of an alcohol
swab wiping her elbow.

The heroine groaned desperately, trying to shake her head in a final plea, but the virtual reality headset prevented her
from moving.

A needle pierced her tender skin, and warm chemicals flowed into her circulatory system.

The heroine opened her eyes to the darkness, anxiously waiting for the aphrodisiac to take effect. The only
sounds she could hear were the breathing through the plastic tube and her own heartbeat.

Soon, as the heroine began to feel dizzy, the virtual reality headset suddenly activated.

The monitor lit up, and a series of still images appeared before her eyes, men and women.

Each image appeared for only one or two seconds before the next one appeared.

Initially, the images were of young, beautiful men and women, dressed elegantly, smiling happily.

Then the heroine heard male and female voices coming through her earpiece, each seemingly speaking directly to her,
sincerely praising her.

"You're so beautiful," a woman's voice said.

"Hello, beautiful lady," a man's voice followed.

Each different voice was accompanied by a corresponding image: when the heroine heard a man's voice,
she saw an image of a handsome man, and vice versa.

This stimulation began to take effect. The heroine closed her eyes, trying to resist the temptation of the aphrodisiac,
feeling her heart pounding faster and her body growing hotter.

"Damn, you're so sexy," a deep male voice said.

"I want you," a hoarse female voice murmured.

The heroine couldn't help but open her eyes; the image before her had changed.

Now the man and woman in the image were only wearing tight underwear; their bodies were healthy and sexy, and the heroine
groaned in admiration.

No! the heroine told herself, she had to… resist… but the aphrodisiac… I can feel it…
I can feel it inside me…

She felt her private parts becoming wet, her eyes unable to leave the image before her.

Oh God…he's a sexy guy…she's not bad…oh, look at that boy's nice ass!

Outside the isolation room, the perverted professor watched the computer screen while admiring
the naked Stormgirl on the other side of the glass.

The data showed she was in the early stages of the aphrodisiac's effects: her heart rate and breathing were gradually increasing, her pupils were dilating, and
she was sweating more. Another set of data indicated Stormgirl's response to auditory and visual stimuli; the computer was gradually determining
her preferences—which images and sounds excited her the most—and narrowing down the range of images and
sounds , leaving only the most effective ones.

Now, all that appeared before Stormgirl were images of nudity—some more artistic, some
more subtle, some full frontal nudity.

The heroine noticed that she was seeing fewer and fewer female images and more and more male ones.

Wondering what this meant…she thought for a moment, then quickly became lost in the images before her.

Wow! So handsome…so cute…oh God, look at his guy!

Meanwhile, the auditory stimulation continued, and now most of the sounds she heard, like the images, were
male.

“Do you want me? I want you too…”

“I want to put my big thing inside you, baby…”

Storm’s body was already preparing for intercourse, her private parts were overflowing with desire, her nipples stood proudly
erect , and her heart was pounding in her chest.

She swallowed the air in the tube loudly, her delicate body trembling under the restraints.

Aphrodisiac… it’s controlling me… I can’t… think… uhhh… I want to make love with him…
um… do you want me? Come here… possess me…

The perverted professor’s computer displayed the final test results:

Sexual orientation test completed. Sexual orientation: heterosexual. Continue to the second step?

y/n

The perverted professor pressed the y key on the keyboard and glanced at Storm in the isolation room.

“Hold on, little beauty.” He said with a lewd grin, “You are about to experience a journey to hell…”

The virtual reality monitor suddenly went blank, and Storm sighed in disappointment. Just now she was
admiring a completely naked blond man with a flat stomach and an amazing penis.

Then the screen reactivated, this time displaying a different image than a static one. The Storm Spirit was transported to a
virtual reality environment.

A dark-haired, dark-skinned Latino man stood before her, wearing a tight white t-shirt and
blue jeans against a black background.

“Hello, lover,” the man said. “Want some?”

“Mmmmmm!!” Storm Spirit groaned, expressing her urgent desire.

“Okay.” The man smiled seductively, removing his t-shirt to reveal a muscular physique.

Oh God, Storm Spirit thought to herself, so sexy… I want him… I… no!!!
This… this isn’t real! It’s the aphrodisiac… I have to hold on.

The Storm Spirit groaned desperately as the man unzipped his pants and pulled his jeans down to his calves.

Damn it… he doesn’t look fake at all!

Stop! Don’t think like that… “I love the way your breasts look, baby…” the Latino man said passionately

, his dark eyes fixed on the Storm Spirit’s chest . 　　He stepped forward, extending his hands. 　　“Hhhmmmm…” Storm Girl felt her breasts being gently caressed. 　　No… this isn’t real! These are those… mechanical hands… oh… it feels so good… 　　Outside the isolation chamber, the perverted professor watched as the mechanical hands gripped Storm Girl’s full breasts, gently teasing her. His eyes returned to the computer screen, which displayed a 3D image of Storm Girl’s body, each aroused area marked in red. 　　In the image, Storm Girl’s breasts were now a bright, deep red, while the color between her thighs was relatively lighter.

But as time ticked by, the desire intensified.

"I want to taste you," Storm Woman's virtual lover said, lowering his head to kiss her beautiful breasts.

"Hhuuuurrrmmm..." Feeling her left nipple being gently tugged,
Storm Woman groaned hoarsely.

It was the plastic tube in the middle of her mechanical hand... she told herself. Never...give in!

Now, Storm Woman seemed to have two selves, one intelligent and brave, the other filled with primal desire
, locked in a battle.

The desire-driven Storm Woman wielded a powerful weapon: Spring Tide, a potent aphrodisiac that teased her erogenous
zones, eroded her mind, and made her body betray her will.

Storm Woman's desire drew ever closer to victory; it was only a matter of time, and she
knew it perfectly well.

But she was a superheroine, and even knowing defeat was inevitable, she had to fight to the end.

The virtual man looked up. "Baby, I like your ass too." His hand reached behind Storm Woman, caressing her
firm, beautiful buttocks.

“Nnnngggg!!” Storm Girl’s sensitive buttocks immediately felt a caressing sensation. She
felt the tender flesh in her private parts contract in waves, as if ready to suck the man’s seed. She felt
her desire to be filled growing rapidly. However, she still struggled to resist the increasing lust.

This… is that machine! …and the aphrodisiac. She kept telling herself, but felt
increasingly unable to think clearly.

He’s… looking at you!

That… pervert!

I will never… give in to him…oohhhhh…it feels so good…

“Want me to fuck you, baby?” the virtual lover asked softly, “Want to feel my big cock
inside ?”

“mmmpppphhhh!!” Storm Girl whimpered loudly, suddenly wanting to give up resisting and
scream out her answer.

Her rational mind was completely overwhelmed by desire, and she could no longer resist the needs of her body.

The heroine disappeared, leaving only a slave completely controlled by the aphrodisiac.

Oh God, I want it, fuck me! "I haven't been fucked in so long... Oh... Please..."

The perverted professor watched with satisfaction as the first metal imposter slowly rose, its thick, shiny head probing towards Storm
Girl's defenseless vulva.

"I'm coming in, beautiful, are you ready..."

"Hrrrrrrmmmm!!" Storm Girl felt the thick penis part her petals and enter her
body, screaming wildly with pleasure.

On another side of her mind, she knew it was just a metal imposter, but it felt so warm,
so... moist, not at all like metal.

Storm Girl opened her eyes and saw her virtual lover moaning as he inserted his penis into her body.

"Yeahhhh baby... your little sister is so tight, so comfortable..."

Your big cock feels just as good... Oh God, fuck me, please fuck me... Storm Girl's mind was
completely lost in the control of the climax.

The imposter began to slowly withdraw, then slowly insert back in.

Storm Girl felt the scalding hot penis moving in and out of her sacred body, moaning continuously.

The speed of the dummy's thrusting gradually increased, and the heroine's moans grew more rapid. Sweat began
to pour , soaking the remaining fragments of her clothing.

The perverted professor lewdly watched as the gleaming silver dummy thrust into the heroine's private parts with unbridled abandon.

"Huhh... huhh... huhh..." The heroine moaned and gasped continuously as
the virtual figure gripped her erect breasts with one hand and her buttocks with the other, ravaging her body faster and faster.

Suddenly, the thrusting stopped. The heroine opened her eyes in confusion and saw her lover smiling at her.

"Let my friend join in, okay?"

Storm Heroine gasped in surprise as another handsome young man came into view. This young man
looked like a California beach boy, blond, blue-eyed, and with tanned skin.

"Hey, my brother said you have a nice ass, I want to see for myself." With that, the young man
disappeared, but the heroine could feel him behind her.

Feeling him grab her buttocks and spread them apart, the heroine gasped excitedly.

Oh, God! He's going to fuck me from behind! I've never... well, I've been once... but...
oh... come on! Come on!

The perverted professor watched with satisfaction as another prosthetic device rose and inserted into the heroine's anus.

As the device was fully inserted into her body, the heroine let out a lewd
cry . Her body trembled, her breasts vibrating with the movement of the mechanical fingers.

"Ready to make a sandwich, baby?" the virtual Latin lover asked.

"Hrrrmmm..." Storm Girl answered with a moan. Under the influence of the spring tide, sexual pleasure
was like an anesthetic, turning pain into pleasure. The stronger the physical sensations, the more she wanted to try even stronger sensations.

A second later, her wish was fulfilled.

The two prosthetic devices began to thrust rapidly inside the heroine's body, like the engines of a sports car running at top speed.

Storm Girl could only stand there, helplessly enduring the simultaneous intercourse from both ends, her pert
buttocks swaying rhythmically with each thrust.

Insertion from the front, withdrawal from the back; insertion from the back, withdrawal from the front. The head of the dildo continuously secreted warm,
lubricating fluid, which mixed with her vaginal fluids inside her body, trickling down her legs and forming a
shimmering .

Oh!

God! Good

!

So good!

I love you!

I love you so much!!

I love you so much!!!

Storm Girl was completely enslaved by the aphrodisiac; all self-respect, self-love, and self-control had vanished.

Her mature, beautiful body trembled violently with each powerful thrust. Her heart pounded in her chest, as if
it might burst at any moment from excitement, and she swallowed rapidly through the plastic tube in her mouth.

Mechanical fingers tirelessly teased her full, beautiful, sensitive breasts. Storm Girl
felt a strange, exciting sensation rising in her ravaged breasts, and the muscles in her thighs and abdomen
began to tighten simultaneously.

Within minutes, the beautiful heroine suddenly felt an explosive orgasm rising from her waist.

"I'm going to cum, baby!!" the sweating Latino shouted.

"Me too," the beach boy yelled back from behind.

"Fuck this slut hard!! Fuck her hard." The perverted professor
shouted as he saw Storm Girl's beautiful, naked body trembling under the restraints.

His right hand rubbed his weak crotch, wishing he could violate this
beauty instead of letting the machine do it for him. His lips trembled as he let out a frustrated sob.

Ah... I'm going to come too!! Storm Girl thought.

The heroine's anus and genitals were hot and wet, as were her breasts, the feeling of burning was
unbelievable .

"I'm going...I'm going...I...

" Storm Girl screamed intensely as she reached her climax,
every muscle in her body taut.

Her virtual lovers screamed and ejaculated simultaneously, Storm Girl feeling the hot bullets pierce her
genitals and anus.

"Hhhuuuhhh!! Hhhuuuhhh!!" She cried out, enduring wave after
wave of physical pleasure, her flat stomach convulsing violently with each wave of ecstasy.

But the aphrodisiac didn't stop there.

Her breasts felt like they were being roasted, larger and heavier than ever before.

Then, she widened her eyes in surprise, feeling a strange, explosive sensation in her breasts, as if she were
breastfeeding .

The feeling was unbelievable; she shook her chest and felt a warm drop of liquid flow
down .

Her virtual lovers lowered their heads and suckled her milky nipples, making her moan with pleasure.

The perverted professor had recovered from his earlier frustration and returned to his detached observer role,
watching the data analysis results with interest.

Milk secretion was a strange side effect of the Spring Tide II product,
a phenomenon not seen in its predecessor.

The professor glanced at the heroine, watching the milk slowly flow down the plastic tube, wetting her breasts and
the remaining fragments of clothing around her waist.

Throughout the process, the immobile heroine screamed and moaned in ecstasy.

The intense orgasm finally ended; her sweat-drenched body trembled slightly under the restraints,
her mouth, still holding the plastic tube, panting heavily.

She had never experienced such an intense
orgasm .

"Hi, baby," her virtual lover said to her.

The heroine opened her eyes weakly.

"How about I have my other companions join in?"

Behind him, the heroine saw six or seven young men of different races, all equally handsome, equally strong,
all gazing longingly at her mature body.

The Storm Heroine smiled lewdly.

The more, the happier… she thought lustfully.

The young men approached, caressing, teasing, playing with, and thrusting into her. Every hidden corner of her body was completely open to them 　　, and she
continuously emitted ecstatic moans under their wanton violation. Chapter

Four

********** ... Currently, this series includes the following stories: 　　* Storm Girl: Versus the Motormaster * Girl 　　: Versus Professor Pervy*, *Storm Girl 　　: The Return of the Motormaster *, *Storm Girl 　　: Encounter with the JLA*, *Storm Girl 　　: Professor Pervy's Revenge* , and *Storm Girl 　　: Versus the Motormaster*. Dominatrix (Storm Woman : The Slave Queen) 　　duster: the cage (Storm Woman: The Iron Cage) 　　duster: enslaved (Storm Woman: Enslaved) 　　Among them, Storm Woman: Justice League is a short, colorless story and not closely related to the main plot, so it's not planned for translation. Storm Woman: Enslaved has just begun serialization and is said to be the final installment of Storm Woman. My feeling is that the stories in this series generally become more exciting and graphic as they progress. For example, in Car Thief King there was male-female rape, in Professor Pervert there was female-female rape, in Car Thief King Returns there was gang rape, in Slave Queen there was sexual slave training, and in Enslaved there are already descriptions of male-female rape. 　　If everyone likes it, I will try my best to complete the translation of this series. As for the darker parts, I think I let everyone see them before the end of the year. ^ _　　^　　********** ...

The effects of the drug could be neutralized by electric shocks.

As Dolly read more papers, she grew increasingly worried about her findings. Professor Bian's latest
paper mentioned that he was researching an improved formula for Spring Tide, further enhancing its potency.

Sandy had told Dolly about her experience of being injected with aphrodisiacs, and the original version sounded
powerful enough. The thought of even stronger effects sent shivers down the young Black woman's spine.

After its initial onset, Spring Tide's effects could remain dormant in the body for months or even years, and when it
suddenly and unexpectedly took hold, its effects were just as potent as immediately after injection—much like LSD (
a hallucinogenic drug ?).

When Dolly saw the professor's paper on "Super-Strong," her heart leaped into her throat.

A drug that could neutralize superpowers? What if it fell into the wrong hands?

She noticed that "Super-Strong" and Spring Tide shared the same basic pharmacology, both targeting a specific area of the brain
, the latter stimulating the libido zone.

Like Spring Tide, "Super-Strong's" effects could be treated with electric shocks.

When Dolly finished reading the paper on the "Chinese Super League," she stretched and leaned back in her chair,
glancing and surprised to find it was already 1:30 AM.

More than two hours had passed without her noticing. Dolly suddenly sat up straight, her heart
pounding .

Sandy had been gone for over two hours! She hadn't even called back, and Dolly remembered telling
her to be back within an hour.

Dolly paced around the room like a cat on hot bricks, repeatedly telling herself that maybe Sandy
had found the evidence she needed, maybe there was a lot of evidence… No! She was definitely in trouble, I
knew it !!

Dolly went into her bedroom; she knew what to do.

Ever since Sandy began her heroine career, especially after being ravaged by the car thief, Dolly had been
prepared to save her beautiful lover if necessary.

She had taken martial arts classes in her spare time, and now it was time to test her abilities.

Dolly dragged a large bag she had secretly hidden in the corner of the closet, opened it, and took out its
contents .

Dolly quickly removed her coat and black jeans, then her bra, putting on a black
sports bra and matching panties, and then the clothes from the bag.

A few minutes later, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom and nodded approvingly.

Dolly tied her long, shiny black hair into a ponytail, and put on a black mask that covered
her nose and the area around her eyes.

A black elastic fiber bodysuit clung to her skin, highlighting her curvaceous femininity without
hindering her movements.

She wore black gloves that reached her elbows, high-top black leather boots, and a black
multi-functional belt around her slender waist.

The only color on her body besides black was the two gold letters between her breasts: MA (for
Midnight Avenger).

"Midnight Avenger has come to challenge me," Dolly announced loudly.

Midnight Avenger quietly infiltrated the biohazard building. There was no need for such caution; it was a deserted Saturday morning
. However, this made Dolly feel more like a true superheroine.

Entering the building required more skill. Unlike her friends, Dolly wasn't lucky enough to have an infallible
access card. She possessed lock-picking skills she'd learned from her cousin in the slums, skills
that allowed her to bypass any existing security system.

The next moment, the Midnight Avenger was inside.

Dolly hated this building; although she rarely had classes here, she always got lost.

The dim lighting and eerie silence made the already chaotic hallways seem even more sinister than usual.

The so-called heroine found the colored coded lines leading to the chemistry department and followed them to
the third floor.

Dolly could even hear her own heart pounding; the closer she got to room 333, the weaker her confidence became.

If even Storm, with her superpowers, had been captured, what could an ordinary woman like Dolly do
? Then she remembered her love for Sandy and told herself she had to at least try. The Midnight Avenger found the door to the perverted professor's lab locked, with only light leaking

through a crack under the door . 　　The woman, using her secondhand thieving skills again, silently worked on the lock, hoping not to attract anyone 's attention inside. 　　Two minutes later, the lock was pried open. Dolly gently pushed the door open and peered through the crack; she could . 　　Pushing it open a little more, the heavy door made a loud grinding sound. Dolly made a face and continued to observe the brightly lit laboratory, still seeing little to no one. 　　Dolly frowned. Had she misjudged? Was Sandy alright? 　　Just then, Dolly noticed a room Inside, it seemed a young girl was struggling inside some kind of metal device. 　　Suddenly, Dolly recognized in horror that it was the body of her friend and lover, Sandy. 　　"Oh my God!!" Dolly screamed and rushed towards the isolation room. 　　She kicked open the door and went inside. 　　The perverse and obscene scene violently assaulted her vision, leaving Dolly standing there, eyes wide. 　　Just as she had seen, Storm Woman's naked body trembled and struggled, her hands, feet, slender waist, and long neck all bound. 　　She could now clearly see the silver tentacles extending from the mechanical arms wantonly violating Storm Woman's naked breasts and buttocks, two large, wet, silver prosthetics rapidly thrusting in and out of Storm Woman's genitals and anus, emitting obscene sucking sounds. A huge helmet covered Storm Woman's head, completely obscuring her eyes and ears . 　　Storm Woman's naked body was covered with fine beads of sweat, the remaining pieces of cloth completely soaked with sweat and vaginal fluid, and a long plastic tube inserted into her small mouth continuously emitted animalistic gurgling sounds.

Dolly wrinkled her nose, quickly recognizing the strong scent of love fluid in the room—
the familiar smell of her lover when aroused.

Storm Girl, clearly oblivious to her lesbian lover's arrival, was completely absorbed in the virtual and real
pleasures of sexual intercourse.

In her hallucination, six strong, handsome men were sharing her beautiful, mature body; her genitals and anus
were simultaneously being violated by large penises, while her beautiful red lips and delicate tongue diligently pleased
the penis —the plastic breathing tube. A man was performing oral sex on her, using her full breasts to clamp his
penis, moving it back and forth excitedly, while her small hands grasped the last two large penises.

Although the mechanical device didn't provide the last three virtual penises, Storm Girl's aphrodisiac-induced mind
automatically created them in her hallucination.

At this moment, Storm Girl felt another orgasm approaching; her breasts began to swell and heat,
preparing for the next secretion of breast milk.

Dolly watched in horror as her lover's body trembled in the ecstasy of sex. Suddenly, the Storm Girl
tensed , and Dolly heard the familiar moan of her lover during a powerful orgasm. "Huuuunnnnnhhhh!!!" Storm Girl moaned

hoarsely, a plastic tube in her mouth . 　　The Storm Girl arched her back, thrusting her full breasts higher to receive the manipulation of the mechanical arms. As the orgasm erupted within her, all the soft muscles in her body tensed. Then she felt that familiar, burning sensation in her full breasts. 　　Dolly's eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat, and she watched in shock as Storm Girl's pink nipples gushed white milk , which then flowed down the plastic tube onto her breasts and stomach. 　　My God! Dolly thought in horror, that horrible thing was milking her! Oh, my love … 　　Midnight Avenger, tense in the room, finally found a labeled control panel on the left— clearly the controller of the evil machine that had raped her lover. 　　Dolly frantically pressed the buttons and switches on it. 　　Then, seeing the cloak slowly retract from the heroine's body, and the mechanical arms gradually releasing her breasts and buttocks , Dolly breathed a slight sigh 　　of relief. Then she pressed another switch, and the helmet retracted upwards. Then she heard the heroine let out a whimper of annoyance and disappointment. 　　Dolly pressed more switches, and the heroine's limbs were released one by one. 　　Dolly rushed over and caught the heroine, preventing her from falling headfirst to the ground. 　　"Careful, baby, careful." Dolly caught her lover's naked body in time and gently placed her on the ground. 　　The heroine's body was covered in sweat, lubricant, and white milk, wet and slippery, and Dolly could barely hold her. 　　Stormgirl groaned continuously, her head lazily swaying back and forth, her brown eyes cloudy and lifeless. 　　The heroine slowly focused, looking at her friend who had saved her, and groaned hoarsely, "Unnnhh ...toreee..." 　　"I'm here, baby." Dolly gently patted the heroine's sweat-soaked bare back. “Everything will be alright .” 　　“I…I want you…” Storm Girl moaned repeatedly. “Suck my tits…lick my cunt …” 　　“My God…it’s all the aphrodisiac’s effect, baby.” Although she felt a little tempted, Dolly still comforted Storm Girl like this. “I have to take you away from here…” 　　“So eager to leave?” A haughty male voice came from the doorway of the isolation room. “You just arrived .” 　　Midnight Avenger took a deep breath, turned and glared at the short, bookish nerd, who held a . 　　Dolly tried to calm herself down, “Fine, Professor Bian. You’ve gotten the perverted pleasure you wanted, a good dog doesn’t block the way, get out of my way. If I were you, I would call a good lawyer right away.” The 　　perverted professor showed his smug smile again. “How brave.” He said modestly, “ What an unusual guinea pig.” 　　“Guinea pig?!?” Dolly frowned, “What do you want to do…” 　　Before Dolly could finish speaking, the perverted professor pointed the pen at her. A white gas spewed from the pen, shooting straight at Dolly and Storm's faces. 　　Storm, already dizzy, immediately fainted, collapsing into her lover's arms. 　　Midnight Avenger struggled against the terrible gas, coughing and covering her nose and mouth with her hands, but it was no use. 　　Her vision blurred, her body swayed slowly from side to side, and finally, unwillingly, she closed her eyes and collapsed onto Storm. Her 　　last vestige of consciousness was that she had failed, and the price would be her lover and herself. In that instant, she realized their fate: they would become the experimental subjects of the perverted professor. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Five 　　. Time passed. Dolly let out a weak groan, frowned, shook her head, and slowly opened her eyes. A bright white light shone into her eyes, and the woman quickly covered her eyes with the back of her hand, struggling to sit up. " 　　At least I'm not tied up," she told herself. 　　She was still wearing her Avengers uniform and could feel herself still wearing the black mask, but the multi-functional belt had been removed. 　　Dolly's eyes gradually adjusted to the light, and she began to observe her surroundings. 　　She immediately saw Storm Girl's unconscious body lying on the white oilcloth carpet a foot away, her bare back facing Dolly, with remnants of green clothing still clinging to it. Her heart-shaped buttocks were completely naked, her head resting on her arm, her long, reddish-brown hair scattered haphazardly on the floor. 　　"Are you alright?...Shan...Storm Girl!" Midnight Avenger shouted, pushing her lover's shoulder. "Storm Girl, please, wake up!" 　　Dolly's strength increased, almost to the point of hammering, but the beautiful heroine remained unresponsive. 　　Dolly sighed in resignation and began to study her surroundings, trying to find a way to escape. 　　It was a small room, about ten feet square, like the other rooms on campus, with a monotonous...

The walls were off-white. Cheap white tarpaulin carpet covered the floor, and the ceiling was standard white fireproof board, with two
bare fluorescent light tubes providing excessive light. There was only one door in the room, but no window in sight.

Dolly struggled to her feet; the effects of the gas were still lingering, and she
staggered . Dolly grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it, finding it locked from the outside. She stubbornly
tried to twist the handle again, but to no avail.

In despair, Dolly kicked the door, but it was still useless; her foot, however, throbbed with pain.

"Hey!!" she shouted, banging on the door. "Let us out!"

She paused, then continued, "Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?" hoping someone would pass by
and hear her cries for help.

"I can hear you..." a muffled voice came from behind Dolly.

Dolly turned and saw Stormgirl slowly sitting up. She immediately ran to her, knelt beside her,
and supported her shoulders with her arms.

"Are you alright, baby?"

"I'm fine..." Storm Girl blinked and smiled at her. "It's so good to see you again..."

Dolly explained with a smile, "I'm so good to see you too. You didn't come back on time, so I thought I had to come find
you."

"I know, I'm glad you came." Storm Girl smiled and said in a deep voice. The Storm

Girl put an arm around Dolly's head and pulled the dark-skinned beauty closer to her.

Their lips met thirstily. Storm Girl's warm lips parted Dolly's lips, her tongue teasingly sliding into her mouth over her
thick black lips.

Dolly interrupted the kiss, smiling and taking a deep breath, "Baby, I can never get enough of kissing you, but
now we have to escape from here first, and then continue our happy ending, okay?" Dolly said,
pushing away the Storm Girl's embrace and standing up.

"This door is the only way in and out?" she said, walking to the door again, "Maybe we
can open it together."

"I have a better way." Storm Girl said in a deep, hoarse voice behind Dolly.

"What's the plan?" Dolly turned around and asked, immediately stunned by Storm Girl's expression.

Storm Girl's face was filled with undisguised lust. Dolly followed the look down at Storm Girl's body and saw her
naked, full breasts heaving up and down. Looking further down, Dolly gasped. Bound to Storm
Girl's bare buttocks was a huge, wearable device. Dolly's eyes widened in horror as she met Storm
Girl's lewd gaze.

"My plan is... I'll fuck you hard until you're satisfied! How about that?" Storm Girl roared lewdly
, her right hand gripping the device hanging from her waist, grotesquely circling it towards Dolly as she slowly approached her friend
and lover .

Dolly raised her hands, pleading defiantly, "Sandy, please listen to me! You're under the influence of aphrodisiacs!
That perverted professor must have injected you with aphrodisiacs. This isn't you! Stop!!"

Storm stopped a foot away from Dolly, frowning. "Aphrodisiacs?"

"Yes," Dolly replied, slightly relieved. "You have to control it."

Storm shrugged. "It seems easier to cooperate with it."

Before Dolly could answer, Storm had already grabbed the collar of Midnight Avengers' black bodysuit with both hands
, and with the instinctive, wild strength brought on by the powerful aphrodisiac, tore it open.

The elastic bodysuit was torn all the way to her navel, revealing Dolly's chocolate-colored skin and breasts covered by a black
sports bra.

Dolly grabbed Storm's hand in surprise, "Sandy!! No!! Don't..."

"Shut up!!" Storm shouted angrily, snatching her hand back and rushing forward to slam Dolly's body against
the wall . “You want it too!! You know what you want…”

The Storm Girl pushed up Dolly’s black bra,
exposing . Then, she grabbed Dolly’s wrists, lifted them over her shoulders, and slammed them against the wall. The Storm Girl licked
her lips with her small tongue, grinning wickedly as she lowered her head to explore Dolly’s trembling breasts.

Dolly struggled desperately to break free, but the Storm Girl, with her extensive
experience , possessed skills and power far beyond Dolly’s reach.

The Storm Girl smiled at Dolly’s futile struggles, opening her mouth to take the peak of her right breast into her mouth. The young black
girl gasped.

The Storm Girl’s passionate tongue swirled around the sensitive nipple, and Dolly, unable to resist the intense sensation,
closed her eyes gritted her teeth, and whimpered.

The Storm Girl gently bit down, causing Dolly to scream. “No!! God, stop!!” Dolly cried out,

seeing her lover suddenly transform into a terrifying rapist . 　　The Storm Girl released her nipple, laughing lewdly. “How does it feel, you slut!” 　　The heroine took another step forward, rubbing her curvaceous body against Dolly. “How does it feel to be trapped ? Like how you trap me?” 　　“Wh…what? Sandy, what are you saying?!?” 　　“Shut up, you slut!!” Storm Girl roared at her, “Shut up and let me enjoy myself, isn’t this what you like?” 　　The heroine’s passionate lips began to lick and bite Dolly’s neck, her full, firm breasts’ nipples standing erect like , rubbing and colliding with Dolly’s small breasts. The heroine inserted her right leg between Dolly’s legs, rubbing the dark-skinned beauty’s private parts through her pants. 　　Dolly felt the huge penis strapped to the heroine’s waist pressing against her lower abdomen. The thought that this terrible, obscene instrument might soon enter her most private parts made Dolly tremble with fear, and this beautiful woman she had always loved was about to brutally rape her. 　　“Sandy, no…” Dolly moaned, her dark eyes filled with tears. "Please, don't do this ..." 　　"Then, let's try another way!" the heroine shouted, wrapping her arms around Dolly's head and holding them down . Her right hand groped down to Dolly's breasts, grabbing her nipples and pulling hard. 　　Then the heroine's left hand slipped down through the tear in Dolly's clothes, squeezing into Dolly's panties. Her fingertips found Dolly's hairless genitals and began to roughly caress her sensitive folds of flesh.

Dolly gasped heavily, moaning with each of the heroine's movements.

"Already wet," the heroine whispered, her red lips brushing Dolly's
earlobe bit the dark-skinned beauty's earlobe, her tongue gently licking down the rim.

Dolly sobbed in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had come
to save her lover, only to become the victim of rape. Worse still, Sandy was right;
her private parts were already wet from the heroine's rough caresses.

For months, Dolly had mustered the courage
to tell —fantasies of Sandy's conquest and rape, some of which
involved wearing sex toys, though not as large as this. She had longed to experience these fantasies with Sandy, but had never
found the right opportunity.

Now her fantasy had finally become reality, and despite the horrific circumstances, a dark corner of Dolly's heart
was filled with excitement from the stimulation.

Dolly was torn by a fierce internal struggle when she suddenly looked up and saw a
small . She quickly glanced around and discovered cameras on every corner of the wall. She
gasped in surprise, "Sandy!! A camera! That perverted professor… he's filming us! Stop!! You have to
stop right now!!"

"A camera?" Storm Woman continued to caress Dolly's private parts with unhurried ease, her
hot . "Well, maybe he'll let us see his own performance later…"

"Sandy, no! Stop!" Dolly struggled desperately. Finally, she managed to pull
one and shoved the heroine, driven mad by the aphrodisiac, away.

Storm Woman staggered back a few steps, then straightened up, her lustful eyes fixed on Dolly.
One hand gripped her prosthetic penis as if it were truly her own, while the other hand kneaded her full breasts
, a drop of milk slowly spilling from her nipple.

Dolly stared at the lewd scene before her, one hand shielding her as she frantically turned
the doorknob behind her back with the other.

The female warrior laughed, "We're locked up, you stupid slut!! You can't escape. Surrender
!!"

Suddenly, a pleading look flashed across the female warrior's face. Her slender, beautiful face arched slightly as she looked at Dolly with despair.
"Please, Dolly... I need you! I really need you... I want to do it with you..."

Dolly mistook the female warrior's request for a sign that she was fighting off the effects of the aphrodisiac. Her voice trembled as she gently
said , "Let's talk about it outside, okay? I promise, as soon as we get home, I'm all yours. You
can do whatever you want with me."

The gentle pleading expression vanished from the female warrior's face, replaced by a furious rage. Her brown eyes widened
, her teeth clenched, and her lips pressed together, her beautiful face contorted in anger. "I can't wait that
long!!" she roared, lunging at Dolly.

Midnight Avenger hastily raised her arms in a defensive stance, but Storm's fighting experience was far
superior . She easily swung her left arm, sweeping away Dolly's arms, and struck her chin with her right palm, sending the dark-skinned beauty's
head flying backward.

Dolly's head slammed against the wall behind her, leaving a small dent. Dizzy and disoriented, she collapsed onto the floor, limbs sprawled
out.

Storm walked to her side, kicked Dolly's legs apart, and knelt between her thighs. She grabbed the tear in Dolly's uniform and pulled it down past her navel and buttocks, the sound of tearing fabric revealing
Dolly's body inch by inch. 　　Seeing Dolly's exposed crotch, Storm sneered at her lover's underwear. 　　Looking at Dolly's blank expression, Storm announced with a lewd grin, "I'm going to start fucking you." With that, Storm leaned forward, guiding the large, wearable prosthetic device towards Dolly's exposed genitals with her right hand. “I’m going to fuck you hard , you horny black devil.” 　　“Sandy… nooooo…” Dolly pleaded weakly, her head still spinning from the earlier blow . 　　“Shut up!!” The heroine roared as she pounced on Dolly, grabbing her lover’s cheeks with both hands and covering her mouth with hers . Her nimble tongue pushed open Dolly’s tightly closed lips and plunged into her throat, the heroine’s tongue wantonly invading Dolly ’s mouth, foreshadowing the impaler beneath her waist that would soon invade her most intimate parts in the same way. 　　Dolly’s tongue instinctively responded to her entry, welcoming her lover’s fragrant tongue as it swirled and intertwined. Dolly could feel the heroine’s naked, full breasts pressing against her chest, her snow-white thighs rubbing against her private parts, and the dark-skinned beauty couldn’t help but gently wiggle her hips. 　　“Do you understand?” the heroine interrupted the passionate kiss, looking into Dolly’s eyes and saying, “You need me too. You will accept any request I make. Isn’t that right? Isn’t that right?!?” She pressed Dolly’s head down with both hands and demanded loudly. 　　“Yes!!” Dolly shouted, her face contorted in pain, tears streaming . “Yes… God, I love you Sandy… I can’t…” 　　“Then beg me.” The heroine whispered, her voice strained, “Beg me to fuck you. Hurry…” 　　“Ah… God… Sandy…” Dolly’s tears slid down her lovely brown face. 　　“Beg me!!” 　　“Please…please…?” Dolly whispered, her expression like a startled fawn, “Please… fuck me…Sandy?” 　　“That’s more like it, you little slut.” The heroine straightened up with a wicked grin, her full breasts swaying wantonly before her lover . 　　The heroine’s right hand gripped the huge dildo, aiming it at the entrance of her honeypot. The dark-skinned beauty felt the large glans of the dildo pressing tightly against her most intimate part, and she gasped nervously. 　　The heroine smiled gently and lewdly, thrusting her hips forward. 　　The dildo was fully inserted into her honeypot, and the heroine pushed forward with all her might, plunging it all the way in. 　　Dolly's eyes were tightly closed as she screamed in pain from the rough insertion. 　　The heroine lifted her buttocks, completely withdrawing the prosthetic and leaving only the head inside Dolly. Then she thrust the huge once. 　　Dolly felt the prosthetic pass through her vagina and hit her cervix, screaming loudly again. 　　Then the heroine changed her attack strategy, pressing her naked body against Dolly and swaying rapidly.

The buttocks propelled the dildo in and out of her honeypot quickly but not forcefully.

The heroine's full breasts pressed tightly against Dolly's chest, their nipples swirling and rubbing against each other.

The heroine closed her eyes, her mouth open, rapidly ravaging her lover's tender honeypot. Dolly's head was turned to
one side , her body twisting to match the heroine's penetration. Like a fish out of water, her mouth agape, she gasped for breath, allowing her beloved
woman to violate her without mercy.

This dark-skinned beauty had not yet fully recovered from the storm heroine's attack, only succumbing to
the physical stimulation her lover imposed upon her.

This was the realization of her dark fantasies; she began to yield to her own darkness.

Her honeypot grew wetter and wetter, her arms encircling the heroine's body, and a moment later, her legs also
wrapped the heroine's bare buttocks.

The heroine reached out and lifted Dolly's head, turning it back to face her. The two silently gazed at each other, their lips
locked in a kiss. Two beautiful women kissed passionately, their delicate tongues teasing and intertwining, saliva trickling from
the corners of their mouths , and soft moans escaping their throats.

The heroine interrupted the passionate kiss, lifting herself up and thrusting out her bare breasts. Her right hand grasped Dolly's long black hair,
pulling her head towards her chest.

Dolly's small mouth climbed to the peak of the heroine's right breast, hungrily licking and sucking the swollen nipple. With each
movement, Dolly heard a hoarse moan from the heroine's throat.

"Uhhhnnn...right there...suck me...harder...suck my breasts!"
the heroine commanded, pressing Dolly's face against her chest.

The heroine gritted her teeth, inhaling deeply, and warm, sweet liquid sprayed into Dolly's mouth. Dolly ecstatically
tasted the heroine's milk.

The heroine roughly pushed Dolly's head away, then moved the dark-skinned beauty's small mouth to her left
nipple .

Dolly hungrily suckled at the heroine's nipples, her hands pressing against her full breasts as if trying to
drain her completely.

A moment later, the heroine's left breast burst forth again, filling her mouth with warm, sweet milk.

The heroine pulled Dolly's head back to the floor and lowered her head again to passionately kiss her lover. Her tongue
slowly licked through Dolly's mouth, ecstatically savoring the lingering taste of her own milk.

Dolly felt the remaining milk on the heroine's nipples, slowly dripping
down , leaving a wet, sticky mark on her dark skin.

Next, the heroine grabbed Dolly's wrists and pressed them to the floor above her head, her lustful gaze
fixed on her lover's eyes.

The two beauties' breasts heaved violently, and then the heroine
began .

Dolly's eyes were tightly closed, her mouth contorted as she gasped for breath almost frantically.

“Oh! Yeah!! Yeah!! Yeah!!” The heroine wildly ravaged her lover beneath her
. The base of the dildo rubbed against her already soaked sensitive buds and moist petals, guiding her
to the highest point. Her full breasts, still secreting milk, bounced up and down with her movements.

“Oh, God… Sandy!!” Dolly screamed beneath her.

Although the heroine still held her arms firmly, Dolly’s free legs wrapped tightly around the heroine’s
body , desperately pulling her closer.

“Aren’t you… my slut?” the heroine asked.

“Uh! Uh! Yes!! Yes!!!” Dolly answered, lost in carnal ecstasy.

“Say it!!” the heroine commanded her.

“I am… I am… Uh!… I am your slut!!” Dolly shouted passionately
.

“You are…uh!!…my slave!!”

“Yes!uh!!uh!!uh!!I am!!uh!!” Dolly shouted loudly. 　　“ uhhh 　　…

it’s coming…I’m coming!!! Oh God!! 　　” “Oh! Me

too!!! Fuck me, Sandy, fuck me hard!!!” 　　“ oh …oh…ohh ... 　　“Uuuuunnnnnnhhhh!!” 　　The last wave of pleasure slowly faded, and Storm Girl's trembling body collapsed onto Dolly's equally exhausted body. 　　The two lay quietly, panting, their bodies, wet with sweat and love fluid, pressed tightly together. 　　Finally, Storm Girl trembled as she propped herself up and withdrew the dildo still inside Dolly. The huge penis reluctantly left the warm, moist honeypot, emitting a lewd, wet sucking sound. 　　Storm Girl sat up, her right hand stroking the dildo as she surveyed her lover's naked, helpless body beneath her. She raised her right hand to her mouth, extending her small tongue to lick away the remaining love fluid from each finger. 　　“Not bad,” Storm Girl said, “Although it's not as pleasurable as with a man, it's still pretty good.” 　　“Wh…what?” Dolly murmured, “What do you mean…” 　　“Let's do it again!” Storm Girl suggested eagerly. She reached out and grabbed Dolly's buttocks, suddenly flipping her body over. 　　"Oh ho ho!!!" Dolly screamed. 　　Storm Girl lifted her hips again, forcing her to support herself on all fours. Then, the girl roughly slapped her buttocks, causing Dolly to cry out in surprise. 　　"Now it's your turn to fuck your ass, you slut..." Storm Girl roared, spreading Dolly's legs . 　　"What?!? No!!" Dolly screamed in terror. 　　Her mind was still trying to process what was happening before her eyes—had her lover raped her? Or had she actually been hoping for this to happen?

Sandy was now threatening her with anal sex, which was going too far.

Dolly struggled to crawl away from Storm Girl.

"Where do you think you're going, you slut?!" Storm Girl grabbed Dolly's long black hair and roughly pulled her
back .

Feeling her hair dragging her body towards the huge dildo, Dolly cried out.

"Stop pretending, you'll like it..."

"Sandy, no!! For God's sake, please stop!!" Dolly finally understood that Sandy's
deepest, darkest desires had been completely aroused by the perverted professor's aphrodisiac. She also knew that the effects of this
aphrodisiac could last for several days, and during this time, Sandy would tirelessly
ravage, violate, and torture her with the dildo.

Oh God, Dolly thought in fear, maybe only if one of us dies will this
rape marathon stop. I have to stop her...

When she felt the huge glans pressing against her narrow, tight anus, all her thoughts stopped
.

Dolly struggled desperately in fear, but the female warrior pinned her calves down with her knees, gripped her
hair with one hand, and grabbed her buttocks with the other.

Dolly listened to the female warrior's heavy, primal breathing behind her and felt the prosthetic device slowly indent into her
tender anus.

The device, slick with previous love fluids, was very lubricated; it was only a matter of time before it was fully inside her.

The female warrior impatiently thrust forward, and Dolly's eyes widened as she felt the enormous device
shove into .

The impact propelled the dark-skinned beauty forward, and Dolly quickly braced herself against
the wall .

"Oh, so tight…you little slut, you're so tight," the female warrior rasped, pulling her buttocks back before
thrusting forward again.

The device penetrated another inch deeper, causing Dolly to scream in fear and pain.

The pain was unbelievable; Dolly believed the enormous device would surely split her in two.

Dolly struggled desperately to escape the demon behind her, but the wall blocked her path. Her hands helplessly
groped the wall, enduring the merciless ravaging of her lover behind her.

Suddenly, her fingers touched a slight protrusion on the wall. She opened her tear-filled eyes to see
what it .

It looked like a hidden electrical box. Some information she had seen that night flashed into her
mind .

"Aaaaahhhh!!" Dolly screamed again, driven to the brink of madness by Storm Woman's assault. This
time, the penis went in two more inches.

"Oh my god, Sandy, stop!! It hurts!!"

"Uhhhh...Relax and enjoy it...like me!!" Storm Woman pushed
her penis in even deeper.

Dolly tried to recall the information: electric shocks could disable "Spring Tide" and "Chinese Super League."

She didn't know if there were live wires under the electrical box, but she had to try anyway.

"Ohhhhhh!! Gooddddd!!" Dolly screamed as Storm Woman's penis
went in another inch, pressing Dolly's head against the wall.

Dolly's body trembled violently from the agonizing torment, but she still struggled to concentrate and unscrew the
electrical box. She felt her fingers crack, and one fingernail began to fall off. She gritted her teeth, enduring
the intense pain in her buttocks and fingers.

"Just... a little bit more..."

Storm Girl gasped, lifting her buttocks and then pressing down again. The base of the prosthetic slammed against the heroine's clitoris, this
immoral physical stimulation, combined with Dolly's painful whimpers, excited her, drove her wild, and propelled her towards another
climax, making her ignore the dark-skinned beauty's subtle movements.

Done! Dolly finally unscrewed the plastic cap, reaching into the small square hole and finding the wire. The end of the wire
was wrapped in black insulating tape; she pulled out the wire and peeled off the tape.

"Aaaarrrrggghhh!!" Storm Girl thrust deeply into Dolly's ravaged anus,
causing her to scream and almost drop the wire.

Dolly carefully grasped the wires, gently bringing the ends of two of them together. A bright spark
popped .

With the strength of rebirth from despair and pain, Dolly pulled her right leg back from under the Storm Girl's knee and kicked backward
. The kick struck the Storm Girl squarely in the stomach, sending her sprawling backward to the ground.

"Aaaahhhhh!!" Dolly screamed as she felt the thick penis abruptly
withdraw from her anus. Clutching the wires tightly, she trembled as she turned to face Storm Girl.

"You stupid little slut!!" Storm Girl roared, propping herself up on her elbows. "I'm going to
fuck you to death!!" The Storm

Girl crouched down, lunging forward angrily, her hands curled into claws, trying to dig into her lover's tearful eyes.

Dolly, one wire in each hand, lunged forward to meet her.

Just as Storm Girl reached Dolly, Dolly pressed the electrified wires against her bare breasts.

Stormgirl's body suddenly froze. A 120-volt shock coursed through her body in a second,
then she was violently thrown backward and fell to the ground, her eyes glazed and her limbs twitching reflexively.

The small room filled with the smell of roasting meat.

Dolly lowered the power cord, staring at her lover's motionless body.

For a minute, all she could think about was how to stop her terrible attack, how to stop the drug's effects,
but now she understood that perhaps she had paid too high a price for this victory. She had never considered that such a powerful
electric shock could be fatal.

"Sandy!" Dolly cried, crawling to her lover's side. "God, what have I done? Sandy!"
She cupped her lover's lovely face in her hands, but Stormgirl didn't respond.

Dolly tried to calm herself, placing two fingers on the vein in Stormgirl's throat, her eyes fixed on
her bare chest, trying not to notice the burn marks left by the electric shock. After a while, Dolly
breathed a sigh of relief . She felt the heroine's pulse, weak and slow but steady, and saw her chest rise and fall gently
with her weak breaths.

"Thank God, you're alive, you're alive, baby..." Dolly whispered softly, tears streaming down her face.
A tear slowly rolled down her cheek.

She knelt on the ground, cradling the heroine's limp body in her arms, gently stroking her face, and softly
kissing her.

A few minutes later, the heroine's eyelids twitched, and she groaned softly.

The heroine slowly shook her head, gradually recovering from the shock. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes
to look at Dolly. "Wh...what happened?"

"I, um, I shocked you. Only this way can the drugs in your body be neutralized."

"Mmm...is this the only way you could think of?"

"It's the only effective way," Dolly replied gently. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, I'm fine." The heroine's weak voice carried a hint of self-mockery, "Except for being shocked by 120 volts
, everything else is okay."

Dolly smiled gently, "Do you remember anything?"

"Everything." The Storm Heroine answered softly, stroking Dolly's face with her fingers, "Oh God, Dolly...
I...I hurt you...I'm so sorry!" Her voice was filled with shame and remorse.

“Don’t blame yourself,” Dolly said, closing her eyes as if trying to erase the memory. “
Let’s… leave here, okay?”

“Yes… okay.” The two nearly naked beauties helped each other to their feet.

Storm Girl looked down at the wearable device still hanging from her waist, wrinkling her small nose in disgust.
She quickly unbuttoned it and threw the adult toy into a corner of the room. Storm

Girl pursed her lips and clenched her fists. “That wretched little mouse… it’s him, it’s all his fault, that
bastard!!!”

“Okay, my love, we’ll catch him…” Dolly said, soothingly pressing on Storm Girl’s shoulder.
“First we must…”

Dolly felt the air in the room swirling and immediately shut her mouth.

In less than a second, Storm Girl roared and crashed into the door. Dolly pressed close to Storm Girl, watching
in awe as Storm twisted and bent the door hinges. The hinges came off, and the door flew across
the hallway and crashed into the opposite wall.

Storm Girl stormed out the door, her anger overriding any fear or
shyness , with Dolly close behind.

The heroine walked down the corridor, looked left and right, then turned left. Dolly, who had taken classes here
before , knew the building far better than she did.

Dolly imagined they were heading straight for the perverted professor's lab, noticing the building
was still dimly lit, indicating it was still early Saturday morning.

Suddenly, a door opened a little further down the corridor, and a short, bald,
middle-aged man in a lab coat stepped out.

Upon seeing the two almost naked girls approaching, he screamed and
fled .

Storm Girl stopped and raised her right hand. The short man
stopped abruptly at the fire escape door, which had been blown open by the gale, forcing him backward.

"Come here, you little pervert!" Storm Girl yelled. "You still have homework to do!!"

The storm blew the perverted professor to the ground, his white lab coat covering his body. He tumbled and crawled
towards two towering beauties, the short man screaming in terror.

The wind howled through the corridor, but Storm Girl skillfully manipulated it to bypass them.

The next moment, the perverted professor was huddled at Storm Girl's feet, and the wind suddenly fell silent, just as it had come
.

Storm Girl grabbed the whimpering nerd by the collar and threw him against the corridor wall.

"You disgusting rat, I'll make you regret being born!"

The perverted professor fumbled for a pen-shaped poison gas gun in his pocket, but Dolly saw his
movement , grabbed his wrist, snatched the gun from his hand, and glared angrily at the short man.

"Let me go!" the perverted professor yelled. “You…you can’t treat me like this! I have my
rights !”

Storm smiled contemptuously. “Yes, you have rights, like the right to remain silent.”
Storm punched the perverted professor hard in the abdominal nerve plexus.

“Ghhhhuuufff!!!”

Storm grabbed his body, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground from the blow.

Then she withdrew her fist and swung again, hitting his chin.

“Unnnngghh!!” The professor screamed and spun around, crashing into the wall.

Storm released him, watching him fall to the ground. “Looks like you’re not willing to remain silent, are you?”

“What you say could be used against you in court.” She said mockingly,
kicking him hard in the ribs.

The little man screamed in pain, the dull sound telling Storm that she had broken at least one rib—which
pleased her greatly.

The perverted professor lay trembling at her feet, panting, at her mercy.

Although Dolly also wanted to take revenge on this disgusting professor, she grabbed Storm’s hand and dragged her
away. “That’s enough, Stormgirl.”

Stormgirl turned to her lover, her eyes still blazing with rage.

“That wretched bastard… he used… used… his machine… to rape me!” Stormgirl roared through gritted teeth
. “He also made me rape you! He must…”

“…He must go to jail, Stormgirl,” Dolly insisted. “That’s the law,
remember ? Control yourself.”

Stormgirl stared at Dolly, then turned and took a deep breath.

Stormgirl crossed her arms and turned back. “You’re right,” she nodded, her voice still trembling with anger.
“We need to get to his lab. My coat is still there, and we need to find a lab coat for you…”

“We need to collect evidence for the police,” Dolly reminded her.

“He has a whole folder of evidence,” Stormgirl replied. “We just need to leave the folder with
the police . We must erase all evidence of our presence. Come on.”

A few minutes later, Storm found her leather trench coat in the lab closet and handed
Dolly a lab coat.

“Alright,” Storm said. “I’m going to lock up that little mouse and find the videotapes.
You deal with the computer; remember to erase all data related to us.”

“Roger,” Dolly said calmly, sitting down in front of the computer. The frantically fleeing professor
hadn’t even logged out yet. Dolly downloaded her favorite deletion program and began meticulously checking
all the files. Suddenly, a file caught her attention.

“Okay, I’m done,” Storm announced a few minutes later, holding a stack of videotapes. “I locked
Prince Charming in the isolation room; he should be glad I didn’t tie him to that rape machine…
Anyway , an anonymous call will alert the police. Are you done?”

“Oh, yes,” Dolly replied, shutting down the computer.

“All data related to us is deleted; the rest is up to the police.”

“Good job, let’s go,” Storm said.

Dolly smiled and sat up from her chair. As Storm turned to walk towards the door, Dolly quietly slipped
a disk into the pocket of her lab coat and followed the heroine into the pale dawn.

Epilogue

A few days later, on a gloomy November day, Rosanne sat in the classroom taking a physics lesson. She quickly took detailed notes
with a pencil, but her large brown eyes were empty and lifeless, like an
automated robot. She felt empty all over, her depressed mood as persistent as the rainy days outside.

Rosanne's thoughts drifted from the classroom to the terrifying night she captured the perverted professor. Lately, she
kept thinking about what happened between her and Dolly after returning to the apartment that night.

"I think we should talk..." Rosanne said hesitantly.

"Yes, okay," Dolly replied, a hint of melancholy in her voice. She didn't even dare to look her lover in
the eye.

Rosanne sat down beside Dolly and gently stroked her hand. “I’m so sorry, I hurt
you so much.” Tears welled in her beautiful eyes, her voice trembling slightly with intense guilt. “I
’ve been trying to convince myself it was all because of the aphrodisiac, but no excuse…”

“Sandy, don’t say anymore,” Dolly said gently but firmly. “We were both
controlled by our own dark side back then. I wasn’t even injected with ‘spring tide’ yet. I have no right to blame you.”

“Then… you’re not angry with me anymore?” Sandy asked, wiping away her tears.

Dolly took a deep breath. “I’m not angry about that.” She said softly, pulling
her hand away from Sandy’s.

The bell rang.

Without greeting her classmates, Sandy silently put her notebook into her backpack, stood
up and followed her classmates toward the door.

She barely noticed the door suddenly spring back, instinctively raising her hand to prevent it from hitting
her . Another classmate quickly held the door open for her.

“Thank you,” she said absentmindedly, stepping into the hallway outside.

The tall boy with short, curly black hair who had opened the door watched her walk away silently
until she disappeared from sight before heading down the opposite corridor.

“What’s this?” Sandy asked, looking at the disk Dolly had thrown onto the table.

“I copied it from the computer in that weird lab. It’s your…test results,” Dolly
replied emotionlessly.

“Test results?!?” Sandy’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You kept…that weirdo tied me up, raped me with his weird machine, and you
still have his scorecard?” Sandy raised her voice angrily.

She moved away from Dolly. “Why? Why did you do this?!?”

“Because I want to know!!” Dolly finally looked up at Sandy, both their eyes filled with
anger .

“Know what?!?”

“Do you really love me?!?” Dolly answered hoarsely, a tear rolling down her cheek to the floor.

Dolly shook her head sadly. "You never loved me, never..."

Sandy walked out of the teaching building towards the parking lot. Raindrops fell on her long, reddish-brown hair, soaking her
beautiful face and graceful neck, but she seemed oblivious, letting the cold rain
soak the shirt under her leather jacket.

She got into her car and drove home—the
mansion , where she had grown up.

Highlands was the city's wealthy enclave, located in the midwestern part of Highlands. Her mother had just
won the congressional election a few days earlier, defeating the Republican pastoral candidate. During this time, her mother had been staying in
Washington for extended periods, while her father was busy traveling for work, so Sandy had hardly had any opportunities to see her parents. So it
wasn't surprising that they hadn't even noticed she had moved back home. They were both so focused on their
work that they neglected her personal life.

"Dolly, believe me, I really love you. It's just... not in the way you'd like," Sandy said
sadly to her friend.

She lowered her head and shook her head, saying, "I'm sorry..."

"How long have you known about this?" Dolly asked, suppressing a sob. "
How long have you known you don't like women?"

"I think...maybe...I've always known...I..."

"Then why didn't you tell me?!" Dolly shouted angrily, standing up, tears streaming down her face.
"Why didn't you stop me? Why did you give me illusions, give me hope? Why did you make me think we could
live ? Why?!"

Sandy returned home, parked her car, and went inside. The large house was empty and quiet, like an uninhabited
empty house. She thought about whether to cook herself dinner, but found she wasn't hungry at all, nor
did she have the energy to think about cooking. Sandy slowly walked through the magnificent living room, but the luxurious decorations
offered her no comfort. She slowly climbed the stairs and entered her bedroom on the second floor. As soon as she entered, Sandy...
She threw her backpack to the ground and sighed heavily.

Next, Sandy began to take off her clothes, casually tossing them onto the floor as well.
Completely naked, Sandy lay down on the bed, curling her knees to her chest and hugging herself. She
lay there silently, motionless, her eyes staring blankly at the wall.

"Because I need your comfort!!" Sandy's tears streamed down her face. "Because...because I was
raped...because I need a warm embrace...because I trust you. God, Dolly, I'm so
sorry ...I never meant to hurt you..." Sandy buried her face in her hands, her shoulders
trembling with sobs.

“I trusted you too,” Dolly said, wiping away her tears. “I used to trust
you completely, but not anymore. I can’t.” Dolly’s voice calmed a little. “You betrayed my
trust . I know you have your reasons, but you shouldn’t lie. You bravely
fight criminals every night, yet you dare not tell me your true feelings. I can’t… I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

Dolly turned away. “I only know I don’t want to see you again.”

Sandy said nothing, because she knew Dolly was right. She was a cowardly woman; she could
face criminals but dared not face her own true feelings. After being ravaged by the car thief, she
sought , selfishly possessing her one-sided love.

If it weren’t for superpowers, if it weren’t for being a heroine, if she hadn’t been caught, if she hadn’t been raped…

Sandy looked up at the ceiling, cursing her fate for the first time.

More than an hour after arriving home, Sandy got out of bed. Alone, naked, she stood in the spacious room
. She walked to the closet, opened the mirror door, pushed aside the clothes inside, and carefully pressed a
button . There was a secret little closet there, inside which hung another Stormgirl
uniform , its iconic red winged "D" emblem prominently displayed on the chest.

Looking at this uniform, Rosanti felt a chill run down her spine, wondering what price she would have to
pay for .

[The End]

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