[People's Comedy] Author: wuhao5264282

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**************** 　　... 　　"No, I was just curious. Why would a police star like you knock on my door in the middle of the night?" 　　"That incident happened ten years ago. Do you still hold a grudge?" 　　Her words stirred up my memories. Yes, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. I was 　　eighteen then, and she was only sixteen. That was the first time I saw her. She was being dragged into 　　an alley not far from my house by a group of thugs. I had just come from the crematorium to collect my father's ashes. Young and impetuous, I rushed over without saying a word 　　. I used half a brick to knock down five thugs and save her. I myself was stabbed seven times by those thugs 　　and passed out. When I woke up, I learned that the incident had been reported in the newspaper. But the whole story reported 　　was laughable. The newspaper headline read, "Young Girl Outwits Thugs and Bravely Saves Injured Boy." Later I learned 　　that her father was the deputy director of our district police station. The honor that belonged to me, the glory I risked my life for, 　　was all transferred to her name with just a few strokes of the pen. 　　She then naturally entered the police force, becoming a police star because of this incident, appearing 　　on television every few days, and her career path was incredibly smooth. Now she's a third-level police inspector, Chen Xue— 　　a name I can't forget. 　　"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare," 　　I gave her a forced smile. After all, she was an official, and I was just a 　　commoner who made a living by physical labor. 　　"That's good. I'm here to talk to you about serious business." 　　She clearly wasn't interested in talking to me, her brow furrowed as she spoke. 　　"Serious business? You want to talk to me? You've got the wrong person!" 　　I looked puzzled. I could manage to lay bricks and build tiles, but I didn't have the skills for the "serious 　　business" a police officer was talking about. 　　"Let me in first, then I'll explain everything to you." 　　With that, she pushed me aside and came in. I tried to stop her but couldn't. The word "slow down" was still stuck in my throat 　　when she turned and walked back, her face flushed. 　　"How could you do this!" 　　"I tried to stop you, but you were in such a hurry!" It 　　wasn't anything shameful, really. It was just that I hadn't ejected the pornographic DVD I watched before bed, 　　and the room was small. Anyone who went in would inevitably see the frozen image of a huge penis inserted into a large butt on the TV screen 　　. 　　"That's obscene and pornographic! Get that disc out, and I'm confiscating it!" 　　she shouted, her face red and breathless, pointing at me. 　　"No way! I'm a poor bachelor who can't afford a wife, and I'm just hoping this will quench my thirst. You want to confiscate it? Don't even 　　think about it!" 　　I stared at her, wide-eyed. I thought to myself, what kind of curse have I been having today? A policewoman 　　came to me in the middle of the night saying she wanted to talk about serious business, and after all this time, she just wanted to confiscate my collector's edition of "Seven Snow Whites and an Old Man." 　　"Are you sure? I originally had some really great news to share with you, but seeing how insincere you are, I think it 　　's better to let someone else have it. You can live with your pornographic video for the rest of your life!" 　　With that, she left without looking back. 　　Great news? To share with me? I thought about it with my not-so-bright brain. Although we had that unpleasant 　　incident, she was still a police officer. She couldn't possibly harm me, could she? I quickly followed her out, and seeing that she 　　hadn't gone far, I grabbed her. 　　"Don't go! I know I was wrong, I'll destroy that obscene video! What good thing happened? 　　Tell me!" 　　My grab was too forceful; I clearly felt her arm twitch through her clothes. 　　She turned around without a word and slapped me across the face, her expression terrified. 　　"Who are you grabbing? Let go right now, or I'll charge you with assaulting a police officer!" 　　The slap made my vision blur, but I wasn't angry. In my haste, I forgot something 　　: the neighbors all said this girl had developed a condition after what happened years ago—she couldn't be touched by men and would probably 　　be alone for the rest of her life. Back then, I'd cried out in retribution and laughed for a long time, dismissing it as mere gossip 　　. But seeing her terrified expression, it was probably true. If it was, I wouldn't be angry 　　; I'd be laughing! 　　"Let go, let go." 　　I quickly lowered my hand and carefully observed her expression. Sure enough, as soon as I let go, she calmed down 　　considerably. 　　"So, do you know this person?" 　　She seemed reluctant to reveal her not-so-secret secret, quickly changing the subject. She 　　pulled a photograph from her pocket; it showed a fat, middle-aged man with a scar near his eye and 　　an inexplicably eerie look in his eyes. 　　"Don't know him? Who is he?" He was 　　clearly no good. Even if I knew him, I'd pretend not to. Getting involved with someone like that 　　would only bring endless trouble. 　　"His name is Li Shang, known in the underworld as 'Sang Biao.' He's the biggest human trafficker in our city, even the whole country, an A-level 　　wanted criminal. He's currently hiding in the suburbs." 　　Seeing her righteous expression, her teeth clenched, was quite amusing. And considering her taboo against contact with men 　　, I was even happier. 　　"What are you grinning about?"

She noticed my upturned lips and asked warily,
"It's nothing, it's nothing, please continue."
I quickly suppressed my smile; she was indeed in uniform, she'd caught me secretly smiling.
"According to intelligence, he's planning a large-scale transaction here soon. We've been watching him for a long time
, and this time we're preparing to wipe him and his accomplices out in one fell swoop. But we're afraid a large-scale search will allow him to escape, so the department decided
to find an undercover agent to infiltrate his ranks before I arrest him, and capture him along with me."
As she spoke, her eyes kept scanning me.
"What does this have to do with me? Shouldn't undercover agents be police officers?"
"Let me finish. Last time, we sent a colleague to investigate, but he was discovered and murdered.
The higher-ups suspect there's a mole within our ranks, so this time they're planning to find someone from the civilian population to do it?"
Her eyes grew increasingly hostile.
"Then..."
I finally understood; she wanted me to be an undercover agent. I thought it was a good thing!
I'd often heard neighbors talk about undercover work before —it was always in the gutter or in the trash can, rarely anything
truly alive. I knew my limits, and just as I was about to refuse, she interrupted,
"Because the higher-ups are taking this very seriously, the reward is incredibly generous. If you can catch them alive, you'll get 200,000 yuan without fail
, plus a government job."
Her words effectively silenced me. 200,000 yuan! While that's enough
to buy a decent house in the suburbs, the most important thing was a government job—a dream come true for so many.
Getting into the government would be a real turnaround.
"Do you have any receipts? Will you sign a contract?"
Seeing my reaction, she had a smug look on her face, but it vanished in an instant.
"What's the rush? Let me tell you about this guy first. He's cunning, cold-blooded, and incredibly twisted.
Every time we find his hiding place, he escapes before we do, and we always find several mutilated
corpses—all sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls who suffered extreme abuse before they died..."
Her grip tightened as she spoke.
"I'll do it."
Before she could finish, I readily agreed. I'm a nearly thirty-year-old loser, a grown man; even if I
fail, the worst that can happen is I lose my head. I don't believe he's bisexual.
"Good! I knew you were a person with a strong sense of justice. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."
She looked pleased.
"I thought you already knew?"
Now that the serious business was over, I couldn't resist a joke. But by the time I spoke, she was already far away, only saying
she'd find me tomorrow to explain things and sign the agreement.
A biting wind howled as I stood at the entrance of the Xinxin Bath Center in the old town. That morning, Chen Xue had
brought me a confidentiality agreement and a cooperation contract, given me a clue, and then left. I'd liked to chat with this beauty a little longer
, but she clearly had no interest in me. However, what pleased me was that after signing the contract, as my contact
person, she would give me a monthly activity fee of five thousand yuan.
Since I'd taken the money, I couldn't just sit idly by. According to her clue, the owner of this place was
one of Sang Biao's henchmen, and the police had been monitoring him for a long time. They had hoped to follow the trail, but neither wiretapping nor surveillance
had revealed Sang Biao's whereabouts. My primary task was to extract information about Sang Biao from him.
Because the bathhouse was in the south of the district while I lived in the north, he had never seen me before. So, I boldly
used the identity provided by the police: Chen Yi, the assassin. This man was practically a legend in the city. Orphaned at a young age,
he entered the underworld at fourteen, neither stealing nor robbing, but making a living by eliminating trouble for others—he was incredibly arrogant. It was said that he
was arrested ten years ago but sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve due to insufficient evidence. Last year, he attempted to escape but was executed by firing squad—though it was
done secretly, preserving his identity to provide cover for undercover agents like myself.
I imagined myself as an assassin who had just escaped from prison as I walked into the bathhouse.
A young waiter greeted me, loudly calling out "Welcome!" and then quietly asking, "
Upstairs, downstairs, sir?"
I understood the difference. Downstairs was a public bathhouse for bathing and scrubbing; upstairs was different—
it was basically a brothel, with small private rooms for couples to take baths together.
"What upstairs? Downstairs? Isn't this a bathhouse? Why are there upstairs and downstairs?"
I thought Chen Yi had been imprisoned for ten years, and there were no such customs ten years ago, so I pretended not to know and asked.
"Brother, are you kidding me? Are you not knowledgeable, or are you making fun of me?"
The waiter looked at me with a strange look.
"Do I look like I'm joking with you? I ask you a question, just answer it, stop with the nonsense!"
I wasn't intentionally trying to make things difficult for him, but now I'm Chen Yi, the number one outlaw in the city. I need to have some domineering
presence to avoid being exposed. More importantly, I need to attract the attention of Hu Si, the owner of the bathhouse, otherwise what's
the point of me playing around?
"Are you here to cause trouble? Damn it, don't you even know who owns this place?"
The waiter also got angry, twisting his neck and yelling at me.
"Who do you think you are if you don't value your life?"
This wasn't my saying, but Chen Yi's famous quote. Years ago, Chen Yi got into an argument at a restaurant. Both of them
were drunk. The other person claimed to know a big shot, and Chen Yi sneered, "Who do you think you are if you don't value your life?" The other person named
a regimental commander from the city's garrison. Little did they know that Chen Yi would sneak into the military camp in the middle of the night and
cut off the commander's head with a knife. This made him famous. What's even more amazing is that no matter how hard people searched, they couldn't find
the commander's head. This is also why he's been able to get away with his crimes for so long; he never leaves a trace.
"Quickly call Master Si! There's trouble!"
The waiter, hearing my threat, hurriedly called everyone to call for help. Master Si is the owner of this place, Hu Si.
Knowing that a fish had taken the bait, I pretended to be calm and sat on the sofa in the lounge area, waiting for Hu Si to appear, thinking about how to
deceive him.
After a while, I heard the sound of cars parking outside. I looked out and saw two Toyotas parked...
At the main entrance, seven middle-aged men got out of the car. The leader was a bald man with a mole on his face;
I recognized his picture—it was Hu Si. I went over my plan again: success depends on human effort, and fate will decide. At worst,
I'd get a beating; I'm tough, after all.
Bald Hu Si and his gang whispered to the waiter for a while before heading towards me, pulling out homemade guns and
machetes. Only then did I realize the gravity of the situation, a chill running down my spine. This was going to kill me.
"You didn't even know who Master Si was! Daring to cause trouble here, I'll break your arm first to teach you a
lesson!"
Hu Si yelled at me, charging forward. I underestimated the bloodlust of these thugs. Before I even assessed their strength
, they were already trying to cripple me. Hong Kong movies really do kill people!
"I'm Chen Yi!"
In the heat of danger, my acting skills suddenly reached Oscar level. Just as he was about to pull the trigger
, I slipped my hands into my inner pockets, pushed them open, and stood up with a smile.
Sure enough, as soon as I said that, everyone opposite them stopped. Even the waiter who had just been yelling at me
hid. Hu Si, his face flushed, didn't dare pull the trigger.
"Who are you?"
Hu Si stammered.
"Chen Yi."
I walked up to him, looked at his homemade gun, and gave an unnatural smile. I brought
my face close to the muzzle and said, "In this area, anyone who dares to fight me with knives and guns hasn't even been born yet! Even if they were,
I'd have wiped them out long ago! Say your name again if you don't care about your life!"
I spat a mouthful of phlegm in his face, glanced at the knife-wielding men behind him, and continued, "I just got out here
and want to find a woman to have some fun with. I'll give you two choices: find me a girl and call
the police while I'm doing my thing, or find me a girl and have sex with me while I'm doing my thing, or I
'll kill you all!"
After saying that, I sat back down on the sofa in the rest area. I watched their reaction with trepidation. I was sure
I had scared them. The rest was up to fate.
Hu Si's eyes darted around, sweat dripping from his bald head. Finally, he pulled out his phone, dialed a
number, and said, "Brother Biao, who do you think I ran into? Chen Yi! He's causing trouble at my place, threatening
to shut us down if we don't give him women!"
I don't know what the other person said, but he kept nodding. Finally, he walked towards me and handed
me the phone, but now he looked like a defeated rooster, lacking his initial bravado. He said, "Our Brother Biao wants to talk to you,
Sang Biao." "Hello? Biaozi?" I pretended to be familiar and gave him a nickname; in the underworld, people with "Biao" in their name
are usually called Biaozi.
"Ah, Brother Yi, what brings you out?"
the other person asked tentatively, but obviously he didn't recognize Chen Yi's voice, otherwise he wouldn't have asked me
that.
"They couldn't hold me, so they let me go. You haven't gone in yet?"
Upon hearing this, the other person immediately started laughing.
"As expected of Brother Yi, there aren't many who dare to talk to me like that. Okay, I'll make Brother Yi my friend.
Give the phone to Hu Si."
I obediently handed the phone to Hu Si, who kept nodding and saying yes. After hanging up, he immediately changed to
a sycophantic expression and bowed to me, saying, "I didn't expect it to really be Brother Yi. Our boss said he wants to be
friends with you. So today, oh no, from now on, Brother Yi, whenever you want to have fun, come to my place, and I'll treat you to everything!"
After saying that, he told the waiter next to him a few words, and the waiter scurried over and gestured for me to go
.
As I went upstairs, I thought about everything that had just happened. Chen Yi is an assassin and he definitely wouldn't have any connection with this human trafficker
. It seems that Sang Biao is going to make some moves soon. This Chen Yi, with his unknown identity, suddenly appeared. One reason is that he
doesn't want to offend anyone, and the other is that he wants to get something from me. But even if I am Chen Yi, I'm just a lone wolf.
What benefits can I give him? That leaves me alone. It seems this friend will definitely have a story to tell. I thought to myself
that I should inform Chen Xue as soon as possible, while waiting for the young lady to arrive.
VIP 100 is located at the far end of the second floor of the bathhouse. I'd only ever heard people talk about how luxurious this place was,
and now, thanks to being a dead assassin, I was sitting right in the middle. The rumored golden bathtub and high-end
massage chair were right in front of me. I couldn't move my legs. After all these years, I'm still a virgin. Seeing
that I was about to lose my virginity, the surging emotions were no less than when I was being held at knifepoint.
I ate grapes from the small bar in front of the massage chair, fantasizing about the boundless spring that was about to come. Suddenly, I felt
a little jealous of myself, this me named Chen Yi.
"Click."
Just as I was imagining the face and clothes that would appear next, the door was opened.
I turned my head and saw an older woman, heavily made up and dressed provocatively. I was startled, and
my fantasies immediately went limp. I slammed my hand on the table in anger: "Hu Si, are you tired of living?"
This slam startled her; she almost dropped the phone she was holding. But
being an old hand, she quickly composed herself and immediately put on a smiling face, saying, "Big brother, don't be angry, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
I frowned as I listened to her finish. Of course, all of this was an act; even if it wasn't a misunderstanding, I
could only bluff.
"Our Fourth Master said you definitely wouldn't be interested in the girls here, so he called me. All
the fun stuff is on my phone!"
He handed me the phone, and I was shocked when I saw it. Good heavens, it was full of familiar names
—famous local TV hosts, and a few third-rate celebrities. While they couldn't compare to the
glamour of Fan Bingbing or Li Bingbing, they were certainly not your average massage parlor girl. As I looked at the names and
imagined their faces, I realized these so-called celebrities might not even be as good as the
girls in a slightly better massage parlor. A poor guy like me would never understand the tastes of these rich people, but I couldn't ask her to change.
I ordered something ordinary, but given my status, I reluctantly started playing Angry Birds on her phone.
Seeing my lack of interest, she became anxious, spinning around a few times before suddenly stomping her foot and leaning closer to
me, saying, "Brother, if you don't like any of these, I have someone else you'll definitely be interested in."
I casually asked,
"Who?"
"Qin Yi!"
How could it be her!
This name was undoubtedly a bombshell to me, or rather, anyone in the city who heard this name
would be as surprised as I was. The city's number one goddess, the dream lover of every man. Of course, for me, this
name held even greater significance, because we were classmates for nine years, from elementary to middle school. Later, my mother
became seriously ill, and my family couldn't afford the tuition, so I never saw her again. After that, I only
saw that familiar yet unfamiliar face in the city's newspapers and on television. I dreamed many times of sleeping in the same bed with her, but it was only in dreams.
In reality, I hadn't even spoken a single word to her. She was a dazzling star wherever she went, while I
was just a speck of dust, worlds apart.
"Okay!"
I blurted out instinctively, without thinking. I don't know how much I wanted to see her, I even forgot
I was still an undercover agent. What would I do after seeing her? Would I really strip her naked and have sex with her? I didn't
know if she would recognize me. Or would she force a smile at me like a prostitute? I suddenly regretted
it.
But before I could react, the old woman had already disappeared.
I lost that excited feeling, replaced by a complex melancholy. My goddess of many years,
the woman of my dreams, was about to meet me again, but in this way, I was the customer and she was the prostitute. How ridiculous
was this damned fate.
Just as I was lost in thought, I heard that extremely familiar voice outside the door. It was her, Qin Yi.
"I...I...no..."
"Heh, you're already here. You're not saying you don't want to do it anymore, are you? You can quit, but you have to
give me the commission. Can you afford it? You're so high and mighty, so pure. So many people love you, but what good is that? Your mother is seriously
ill. Which man can give you real money? If you want to save her, you have to sell yourself. You like to sing, you want to be a star, but
you can't do it without sleeping with people. If you trust me, walk through this door, ignore all the cats and dogs, sleep with them, and you'll
understand everything. That sleep is worth 300,000. Think more about your dying mother. With this one clench of your teeth, you'll save her
life."
"I'll do it."
I don't know how much was contained in that "do," but Qin Yi's voice
lingered in my ears for a long time. I didn't even realize she had already come in and was now taking off her clothes with her back to me. Her white
fingers were fiddling with her long dress, her favorite purple dress.
For some reason, my eyes trembled, my jaw twitched. I was certain
I had no strong interaction with her in my memory, not even a single word. Why was I like this?
"This is my first time. Believe it or not, please be gentle."
Her voice was filled with despair and heaviness. After speaking, she turned her head, her eyes suddenly widened, and her hand
froze in mid-air.
"Drip, drip, drip,"
came the sound of tears falling to the ground.
"It's you!"
She recognized me and turned to leave. All the worst-case scenarios I had imagined had come true. She recognized me
. How could she recognize me? I quickly grabbed her hand. I felt an unprecedented
warmth and softness in her palm, a familiar yet unheard-of touch.
"Don't go."
I said sternly, stopping her. She stiffened and stopped.
"I... it's not like that, you... what's wrong?"
Clearly, this suddenness was something neither of us had expected or could bear.
"No need to say anything, I heard everything."
I pointed to the door.
"Haha, what a joke."
It was the first time I'd ever heard her swear.
"Didn't you go to music school? How did you end up like this?"
Of course, I meant that with her looks and singing voice, even at her worst,
she was still far better than a third-rate star who earns a few million a year. She shouldn't be in this situation.
"Standing here, don't you understand? If I sleep with you today, I'll get 300,000. Tomorrow, if I
sleep with a director, I'll get millions in pay. I just woke up too late. I thought this world was truly
pure and innocent!"
"This..."
I wanted to refute this viewpoint with comfort, but as a mature person, I was speechless.
"Right, you should have known it was me all along, yet you still chose me. You're not the same person you used to be.
I know exactly what you want, but since it's you, I have nothing to be afraid of. Come on."
She wiped away her tears, revealing a strange smile, and continued undressing.
With a gentle pull, half a breast popped out, the soft peaks from her jade-like neck instantly
igniting all my most primal male instincts. She didn't continue, but instead leaned towards me in this half-covered state
, one hand reaching towards my crotch.
"Wait, what do you mean I'm not me? What do you mean 'since it's me'?"
I grabbed her again, this time her wrist, the smooth touch making me involuntarily knead
it.
"Let go!"
she yelled at me.
"I won't let go!"
I yelled, and in my excitement, I spat on her face. Her face twitched, and she
burst into tears. I held her with all my might, and she nestled in my arms, pounding my chest and
sobbing loudly.
I didn't know for whom she was crying, but my penis was throbbing, pressing against her lower
abdomen through her clothes. If I didn't let her go, my little brother was going to cry.
"Do you remember, you used to sit in front of me, always looking at me through the reflected light of the window? But you
never noticed that when you looked at me, I was always looking at you too. I knew perfectly well that you liked me, but
I liked you, do you understand? You disappeared like a ghost, and
those loving eyes never appeared in that window again."
I had just let go of her when she hugged me back, blurting out a string of words that left me completely bewildered
. I managed to stammer, "You ever liked me?"
"Only."
She finished speaking and immediately kissed me. That tongue I had dreamed of countless times was now
in my mouth, swirling and churning.
While kissing me, she unbuttoned my shirt, one hand kneading my nipples, the other sliding her fingertips
along my back, my sides, rubbing my glans through my clothes. My
mind, like my glans, began to tingle.
I stood there like a statue, letting her manipulate me as she pleased. She was clearly dissatisfied with my performance, pouting and yelling
, "Play with me!"
Like an obedient soldier, I began to caress her body.
I forcefully pulled out her other breast, squeezing it and letting it change shape in my hands.
"Hmm," "Ugh," "Hmm," "Ugh,"
the rising lust made my breathing heavier and heavier. My heart raced, my mouth was dry,
I forgot everything. All I wanted was to pin her down, to defile her with my penis.
My hands slid down her flat stomach to the edge of her panties; with just a gentle tug, she would be all
mine.
"Give it to me, please?"
I knelt, looking at her with pleading eyes. Her expression was one I'd never seen before—a mixture of shyness
and fervent desire. Her small mouth was slightly parted, her lips glistening with the saliva she'd taken from my mouth. She whispered,
"No."
"Why!"
The fire of lust was burning me out. Her refusal left me completely bewildered.
She leaned back, sitting in the luxurious massage chair, raising her legs. Because I was kneeling, her feet
reached just to my face. I looked at her floral sandals, revealing her snow-white toes. Following her toes
up were her slender, jade-like legs, and deeper still, her panties.
Seeing my burning eyes fixed on her most private parts, she boldly spread her legs, and I could clearly
see that her panties were already slightly damp. She said in a nasal voice, "Use your mouth to take it off."
Then, she stretched her foot towards my mouth, and I could feel the leather edge of her shoe touching my lips.
Tempted by the slightly damp panties, I no longer cared about propriety or dignity, and bit down on the strap of
her shoe, trying to use my teeth to take it off. But I realized it was futile. However, just as I was biting her shoelace
, my tongue inadvertently licked her ankle. In that instant, her panties burst open like sauce
, instantly soaked with her bodily fluids. Suddenly, she grabbed my hair tightly and leaned back.
Her other foot pressed down hard on my crotch, the heel of her sandal rubbing against
my penis through my pants. The suppressed pleasure almost made me ejaculate. If I had taken out my penis and
rubbed it against her legs a few times, I guarantee I would have ejaculated all over her.
"No, I can't get it off."
I looked at her with the eyes of a newborn animal yearning for milk.
"Call me master, call me master, and I'll give you everything."
These were words I found hard to utter. If any other woman had said this to me, my interest would have waned, and I would
have been filled with rage. But this was Qin Yi, the goddess I had longed for. I hesitated only slightly:
"My goddess, my master, give it to me now."
After hearing my words, she symbolically patted my head and said in a teasing tone, "You lowly slave,
lick. Every place you've licked, I'll reward you with, for you to enjoy."
As she spoke, she used her small hands to remove her sandals, and brought her jade-like feet, freed from their confinement, back to my face
. I held her jade-like feet in my hands and gently kissed them. She then put her toes into my mouth one by one, using
two toes to pinch my tongue. A stench of sweat emanated from her feet, and I
coughed from the strong smell, trying to spit out the saliva with that pungent odor.
She forced me back down with her eyes, sternly saying, "Drink it!"
Seeing that she seemed genuinely angry, I swallowed my saliva, suppressing my discomfort. She patted
my head again, satisfied. I licked her two toes clean, then suddenly grabbed my chin, saying,
"You lowly slave, open your mouth!"
She forced my mouth open, spat a large mouthful of saliva into it, and stretched out her foot, stirring
the saliva in my mouth with her big toe.
"You lowly slave, drink it!"
Before I could speak, the saliva flowed down my throat and into my stomach. I stood up abruptly,
wondering what was going on. Things seemed to be developing in an unexpected direction, but
she didn't give me any time to think or speak. She wrapped one arm around my waist. I didn't know
when her slender arms had acquired such strength. With the other hand, she unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, and leaned forward,
pressing her chin against my underwear. With a hard thrust, my penis grazed her face. Her
face was almost perfectly oval, and her rosy lips were still wet with my semen. She smiled and pursed her lips, as if
applying my semen evenly as lipstick. Her cool little hand then grasped my penis. She first gave it
a hard thud, and I immediately cried out, "Ouch!"
She frowned, then added more pressure, saying in a daze, "You lowly slave, my little hole is so well-seasoned, play with
it."
I was stimulated by her words, and my penis hardened even more. I thrust my whole body forward, almost piercing her eyes
, but she wasn't angry and said softly, "Baby, let me play with your stinky cock."
Was this still my goddess, Qin Yi? Those filthy and vulgar words sent shivers down my spine.
"I want to play with your pussy too."
I said, reaching for her genitals. She lifted her head, her soft breasts heaving,
and whispered breathlessly, "Call me Queen, okay? Call me darling, okay? Call me noblely, okay
? My lowly slave!"
Such a beautiful woman pleading like this, I could only agree a hundred times. I'd never touched a woman before,
and I didn't know what she should say at this moment. I took it as sweet talk and readily agreed
, "Yes, my darling Queen, please allow me to play with your noble royal pussy."
I don't know how I came up with this line; I just desperately wanted to touch that thing I'd only seen in porn,
a woman's most mysterious place. She responded to my words with her actions, deeply clenching her legs... She opened her
mouth, looking ready to be picked, but her hands never left my penis. She rubbed
the lower edge of my foreskin and glans with her fingers, the force of the rubbing feeling like it was rubbing my soul. My urethra kept leaking precum.
She watched the whole process intently. Suddenly, she pulled my foreskin back as far as it could go. I realized that,
having not showered for several days, my glans was covered in smegma mixed with sticky precum. My face instantly turned red.
I wanted to pull away, but she grabbed me and said, "My darling's stinky cock is so dirty. Let Master clean it for you properly."
As she spoke, she sniffed it, and sure enough, the fishy smell made her frown. Then she stuck out her tongue and
dripped saliva onto my glans. The saliva was slightly cool, and my penis retracted slightly.
"Don't be afraid, little darling, from now on you're all mine."
She gently lifted my glans with her hand.
"No, it's too dirty!"
I had barely finished speaking when she, as if in a huff, thrust her head forward and
enveloped my entire glans with her cherry-like mouth. The previously cold glans was instantly ignited by her narrow, moist mouth. Her soft, wet
tongue relentlessly rubbed against my glans. I couldn't withstand such intense stimulation; my back ached, my testicles
tightened, my legs gripped hers, and I ejaculated violently, holding her head tightly. She didn't struggle but patted my buttocks,
indicating she was enjoying the pleasure.
Immediately afterward, a tingling sensation swept through my head, and finally, everything calmed down. When I pulled my penis
out of her mouth, I saw her, with a half-smile, slightly open her mouth and vigorously swirling my semen and
smegma with her tongue before swallowing it whole.
"Baby, don't move."
She seemed unsatisfied, using two fingers to lift my already limp penis, spreading my glans as wide as possible, and
forcefully sucking out the remaining fluids. She still looked unsatisfied, while I lay limp
in her arms, exhausted from her sucking.
Holding me close, she said with her mouth, still smelling of my semen, "Baby, you've had your fun, but I
haven't. Hurry up and serve me."
She lifted her body slightly, exposing her panties to me. They were completely soaked.
Seeing the exposed pubic hair and swollen labia, I desperately wanted to immediately harden and thrust my entire penis inside,
but unfortunately, my penis wouldn't cooperate, so I had to give in.
"My darling queen, I..."
I spoke while looking up, only to see that she had already squinted her eyes, completely at my mercy. It seemed that she wouldn't
pay attention to me unless I satisfied her. I smiled wryly and gently used my rough hands, hardened from years of working, to slowly
pull down her panties. The labia I had longed for were now before my eyes. Her labia were beautiful; her vulva
wasn't long, but her clitoris was extremely large. I placed one hand on her clitoris and gently parted her labia with the other. A
breath of hot air escaped from her labia, and an indescribable scent filled my nostrils. I
massaged her clitoris while sliding my other hand along the inner wall of her labia—these were techniques I had learned from porn. Sure enough, she
reacted. She instinctively squeezed her legs together and then slowly opened them again, her whole body swaying with my fingers.
"Ah, my darling slave, hurry..." Hurry. Finally
, unable to hold back any longer, she let out a moan. I complied with her wishes, increasing the speed of my rubbing,
and my fingers slipped into her vagina. It was emptier than I expected, and the vaginal walls were softer than I imagined. Unfortunately,
I thought she was a virgin, and I hadn't touched the hymen I'd been longing to reach. As revenge, I
pressed my fingers hard against her vaginal walls, thrusting rapidly.
"Ah!" "Mmm! My darling slave, Master feels so good, so good!"
Her moans grew louder, and my movements became faster.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come, my darling slave, lick it with your mouth, with your mouth."
Thinking of everything she had done for me, I didn't think too much. Although I didn't really like the smell,
I still tentatively touched her labia with my tongue, starting with a light lick. Later, as I gradually got used to the
smell, I switched to sucking, stirring her vagina with my tongue as I clumsily
licked her wet, warm vagina.
"Baby! Baby, don't do this, give me your stinky cock, I want it, I want to eat your stinky cock."
She controlled the whole process, and I suddenly felt like I was being played with in her hands. But
when I saw that face, I didn't feel any resistance. I followed her words and pressed my lower abdomen against
her breasts, and my penis was right next to her mouth. She swallowed my penis without any politeness, and
kept teasing my glans with her tongue. My penis started to grow bigger again, and she quickly
stirred her vagina with her tongue. Finally, her body tightened, and she used her smooth thighs to clamp my head,
shooting hot vaginal fluid from deep inside her vagina. Not a drop was wasted; it all shot into my mouth. The taste exploded in my mouth
, and my penis became completely hard after she sucked it.
"Ah, so good, haha!"
she said, spitting out my penis. But all I wanted to do was thrust into her hard. I turned
around and pounced on her, but she seemed to be toying with me, twisting her body and clamping her legs together.
I could only poke around on her body randomly. After all, I was just a virgin. Even if she didn't want me to do it, without
her help, I would only see the gate but not be able to enter the mountain.
"What? What do you want?"
For some reason, she looked even more beautiful than before; her originally fair skin now had a rosy glow
.
"Of course, I want to do you!"
I was jumping up and down in a panic.
"I won't let you do it."
Just a moment ago she was incredibly lewd, but now she seemed like a virtuous young girl—no wonder she graduated from art school.
"My goodness, I'm so anxious! Please, have mercy on me!"
I was almost brought to tears by her torment.
"Fine, you can do it, but you have to answer a few questions first!"
"Why are you here!"
Her question startled me. Should I tell the truth, or not?
What if she was sent by Sang Biao to test me? Of course, the possibility was extremely small, no higher than winning the lottery. But would telling
the truth really be good for her?
"Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't want to, I'm leaving."
She said as she put on her clothes.
"I..."
I was about to speak when she added, "I'm only giving you one chance. If you lie to me, you'll never
see me again in your life."
Her expression had changed to seriousness. If she truly liked me and knew me even slightly,
she would know that my presence here was extremely unusual, unless I won the lottery or robbed
a bank. But I neither had the luck nor the guts. After much deliberation, I
decided to tell the truth. She might be the only woman I'd ever had physical contact with. As someone with
no family or friends, what was there to be afraid of?
"Actually, I'm an undercover agent!"
When I said this, she was initially startled, but then her smile grew sweeter. I told
her everything that had happened.
"So that's how it is. I really thought you'd fallen so low, becoming a scoundrel. You really are still you!"
She said, pulling me into a hug and flicking my penis, but instead of continuing our fight
, she said to herself, "How could you be so foolish? Hu Si is so ruthless, how could Sang Biao
be someone you could handle?"
She drew circles on my chest with her finger, clearly now part of my life, and
afraid for me. "It's not all about money and work. I yearn to be a hero. I just want to reduce 　　the number of bastards in
this chaotic world ." 　　As I said this, she pinched my nipple hard. We both deeply understood the harshness of reality; 　　it was a kind of ruthless cruelty, a revenge—revenge against fate, 　　revenge against all evil and injustice. We were both like that, romantic, unrealistic, yet living life to the fullest. 　　"I'll help you!" 　　she said, uttering something I never expected. 　　"No," 　　I said firmly. I couldn't possibly let her get involved in such danger. 　　"You can't succeed on your own. You need me. You're full of holes right now. You 　　can fool Hu Si, you can fool Sang Biao over the phone, but you're not Chen Yi. You're still you. But with me 　　, it's different. With me, you are Chen Yi." 　　I was confused by her words. She was definitely not one to boast, so why was she saying this? I 　　couldn't understand, and I looked on with suspicion. 　　Seeing my puzzled expression, she teased me triumphantly, "Want to know?" 　　I nodded. 　　"If you want to know, call me 'Master' and let me hear it." 　　The words I could say when I was aroused earlier were now hard to utter. She seemed unhurried, her 　　eyes darting around before finally settling on my penis, which had 　　softened from our conversation. 　　"M-Master." 　　Seeing that my lust was about to reignite, I had no choice but to verbally submit. 　　"My dear, let me tell you, Chen Yi's real name isn't Chen Yi, it's Chen Tianyang. And he's not without 　　parents. These are just rumors. But not many people actually know this. Probably only 　　his parents, my parents, and I know, because Chen Yi is my only cousin!" 　　Hearing this, my eyes didn't drop to the ground, of course. 　　"Chen Yi is your cousin?" 　　I shook my head. 　　"Why don't you believe me? My mother's name is Chen Juan, and his brother's name is Chen Ming. Chen Ming is Chen Yi's biological father. 　　His mother's name is Zhang Ting. The couple had some disagreements, and you could even say they were both a bit abnormal. Chen Yi 　　grew up in a very repressive environment. Until he was fourteen, when he saw his bickering parents each 　　bringing their mistresses home to have affairs, he couldn't bear it any longer and turned on the gas to kill them all. 　　But he was lucky enough to survive. No one would believe that a fourteen-year-old could do such a thing. In the end, 　　the whole incident was left unresolved, and after that, he embarked on the path of a killer, a path of no return." 　　These words, spoken like a story, left me stunned. 　　"Little darling, do you have anything else to say?" 　　After saying that, she patted my head again. 　　"I... I still can't, I just can't!" 　　The longer I spent with her, the more I felt like a child, or a dog, including 　　now, as I nestled in her arms, letting her do whatever she wanted. 　　"You still haven't figured out one thing: you're mine now, completely mine, so I 　　will absolutely not let you suffer even the slightest harm." 　　This wasn't directed at me; it sounded more like she was talking to herself. Thinking back on everything that had just happened, I felt 　　like I'd fallen from one inexplicable event into another. The one orchestrated by Chen Xue in the previous event 　　was Qin Yi, but the one orchestrated by Qin Yi in this one. 　　 To be continued...

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