[A Certain Case of a Corruption Ring] (A Certain Case of a Corruption Ring) (160) Author: Long Live Long Live Long Live

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(160) Searching for 7, the Gospel of Incompetence

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in a very inconspicuous corner,
another . Another romantic drama was also unfolding.

In contrast to Joanie's efforts to develop national power, another action to stop the chief's technological development plan
was underway. The foreigner named John was enjoying
the wives of two members of the Church of Incompetence in the church.

His original task was to inspect the church, use them, and make them kill a
Chinese scientist, Joanie, who posed a great threat to them. Somehow, he was the first to be blessed with romantic luck. The leader of the church actually
gave him one of his beautiful concubines and the wife of another believer to play with.

Although the foreigner was initially a little confused, "How could they do such a thing?"
he quickly realized that the church must have encountered great difficulties. When he received this assignment,
his superior had explained that the sect was short of money. Money was the best weapon to subdue them.

The strong foreign man finally took action.

He gently pulled down the beautiful Hongfeng's black trousers, then pulled down her bright red panties, revealing
two small, plump, and even more elastic, but dark, loaf-like buttocks.

Those two vibrant little muscular mounds of flesh—or rather, fat globules—
were bouncing like springs. Especially at the junction with her thighs, the flesh on both sides was plentiful, squeezing towards
the junction , preparing to seize more space. Each squeeze created two large folds of flesh.

'With proper training, she can make them move on their own,' the man thought, unconsciously placing
his hand on the woman's flesh, enjoying its elasticity.

This was the benefit of bribery; even your own wife couldn't guarantee she would always obey you and
satisfy your desires; but a woman obtained through bribery could. Women offered as tribute, women obtained through prostitution—
regardless of whether they like you, their bodies must provide you with the best service. This is
the allure of sexual services. It's a human pleasure. This is also one of the reasons it's so difficult to prohibit.

The woman's buttocks began to react, twisting and turning in preparation for the man's intercourse, her buttocks
pulsating. She inhaled room temperature air, but exhaled a slightly musky, warm, and humid scent.
However , her movements suddenly slowed down.

"What's wrong?" John asked.

The woman
glanced .

The foreigner immediately understood. "Get out," he said to Wanrong.

Wanrong slowly dressed and went out.

While Wanrong was dressing, the couple stared intently at her every move.

The woman in white finally left. She closed the door behind her and stood there motionless.

Hongfeng tried to hear her opponent's footsteps as she left, but heard nothing.

The man prepared to savor Hongfeng again. His large, hairy hands roughly roamed over the woman's body before finally
touching her most sensitive area. Unexpectedly, his hand was immediately covered in a sticky paste.

The woman on the bed lay motionless, barely daring to breathe. She awaited the man's caresses,
completely devoid of her usual ferocity.

The man brought his sticky fingers to his nose, sniffed, wrinkled his nose, and secretly
made a face.

The woman, who had been watching him intently, saw this but seemed oblivious.

The man was clearly perplexed about how to deal with the sticky substance on his hands. His fingers, like those used to play the piano,
rested on the woman's smooth back, his five fingers moving rapidly up and down. If
there were a keyboard on Hongfeng's back, she would hear Brahms' Fifth Sonata.

The crisp, rhythmic movements evaporated much of the sticky fluid, some of it drying
into a solid. Then the man noticed that this "paste" was very different from the "cornstarch" used in Chinese cooking or
the "latex" used by carpenters. After drying, it wasn't as hard; it remained soft. Impatiently,
the man repeatedly rubbed his sticky fingers on the woman's clean back until all five fingers were clean.

If it were Wanrong, she would have remained motionless and let the man do as he pleased, then vigorously rinsed that
area of . But this time, the man was dealing with Hongfeng, and she couldn't stand it. Not because she was afraid of the dirt, but because she couldn't
bear the thought of him moving while she couldn't.
Although she kept fidgeting, constantly scratching her thighs, her cheeks—she wouldn't stay idle.

Slowly, the man's hands, once clean, became restless again,
exploring the woman's sensitive areas. When his fingers touched the stiff pubic hair, he suddenly stopped. "She has hair
here ?" A thought flashed through the man's mind.

John had never seen women in his life without pubic hair, not even after coming to China
. Their bodies and private areas were also hairless. It wasn't that they had no hair at all, but rather that they had a lot of hair, which he considered unattractive, so he
removed it. There were many methods for hair removal: chemical methods, rope removal, special razors, Brazilian wax
removal , and so on.

But what John saw in China was a completely different story. He discovered that many Chinese women had body
hair! Especially their armpits and pubic areas, which had long, thick hair. At that moment, he thought that
this hair was actually quite beautiful.

"Does this woman have hair under her armpits too?" John wondered. His hand followed his heart, and almost simultaneously reached
the woman's armpit.

Sure enough, as expected, there was thick, dark hair there, quite long, and not very curly. The quality was good. Reaching out to grab a handful brought back memories
of playing hide-and-seek with friends on his grandfather's farm as a child, stealing kisses from little girls in the haystacks . He suddenly had the idea of comparing the two women. "Hehe. That woman can't leave! How could I waste such a good opportunity?" This was clearly an opportunity prepared for John, what did it have to do with whether Hongfeng was satisfied or not?

Ignoring Hongfeng's taboo, the foreigner, shirtless, opened the door to look for someone. He wanted to see if the woman was far away
. He crouched down and secretly opened the door a crack, peeking out. Unexpectedly,
as soon as he everything went black, and he almost bumped into a thick mound of flesh. He was startled. Looking up, he saw two
fleshy mounds. He then called back Wanrong, who had just been shooed away but was still standing there.

"You... come in... take off your clothes yourself," he said to Wanrong. "Get your clothes on here." "

Don't call her. We'll do it ourselves..." Hongfeng tried to stop the other woman from coming in. But she
didn't succeed. John ignored her and instead supervised Wanrong as she removed every single hair from her body.

"You... are quite pretty too," John said, putting his hands under Wanrong's armpits, warm and hairy.

Wanrong was now thinking about how to get Hongfeng to leave. She wanted to find an opportunity to tell John about the letter.
A battle of jealousy between the two women was inevitable.

"Get up...you two stand together." John didn't separate the two women; instead, he made
them stand together.

Hongfeng was very dissatisfied and reluctantly got out of bed.

The two rivals stood naked, shoulder to shoulder, one tall and one short.

"Get out of the way! Don't touch me!" Hongfeng said fiercely to Wanrong,
shoving the much larger woman aside. She might not have wanted to compete for favor, but she was determined to be strong.

Wanrong didn't resist and simply moved aside.

"Come back...come back..." The foreigner was displeased and quickly pulled Wanrong back. "Stand still,
no fighting," he said. John understood Chinese and knew that Hongfeng had been causing trouble. But according to his
temperament , the more troublesome a woman was, the better she was. He could handle her.

After the two naked women were completely together, John stood behind them and carefully examined them.
He circled the two naked women several times. Then he stood opposite them, squatted down on
the ground (a squatting technique he learned in China), and carefully observed them. His observational skills had been
specially trained; he could quickly judge their strengths and weaknesses.

The two women were of different heights, one fair-skinned and one dark-skinned, one large and one small, each with their own unique charm. The smaller one was like an elf,
full of vitality; the larger one was plump, fair, and beautiful, exceptionally sexy.

The man couldn't resist walking behind them and grabbing each of their buttocks with one hand. The sensation
was . The smaller one's skin was taut and elastic; the larger one was soft and tender, feeling full.

John then looked at the women's thighs. One was thin and slender; the other was three times thicker
and longer than the dark-skinned one, like the hind legs of a large Western horse.

"On my command. Put your hands up." John raised his hands first.

The two women also raised their hands.

Sure enough, both women had armpit hair! John was overjoyed. He first stood to one side of Wanrong's body,
grabbing her buttocks with one hand, and placing four fingers of his other hand on Wanrong's shoulder from the front, with his
thumb nestled in her armpit. John rubbed his thumb incessantly in the woman's armpit, until the scent of human flesh
wafted out.

"You two put your arms around each other's shoulders," John pressed on.

Wanrong casually placed the hand between them on Hongfeng's outer shoulder; Hongfeng, however, had to exert
considerable effort, standing on tiptoe to reach Wanrong's shoulder, and it looked quite awkward.

"I won't put my arms around you," Hongfeng snapped. With that, she plopped down on the edge of the bed. Her breasts
trembled violently. When Hongfeng got angry, she wouldn't give face to anyone except the cult leader.

"How about this," John said, "you try to knock him down. If you can knock him down, you
can do whatever you want," John told Hongfeng, pointing at Wanrong as he spoke.

Unexpectedly, Hongfeng actually jumped up. She was the kind of person who never gave up. She grabbed
Wanrong 's shoulders, trying to pull her down.

While Wanrong wasn't as fierce as Hongfeng, she was still strong. Hongfeng couldn't
easily throw her, she also placed her hands on Wanrong's shoulders. The two wrestled like sparring partners.
Bare-bottomed, they bent over and started fighting like sumo wrestlers.

Hongfeng, being smaller, was the one on the offensive. Seeing that she couldn't gain an advantage from above, she bent down to try
and grab Wanrong's thighs from below. Although she managed to grab them, Wanrong was so big; how could her small, withered body move her
? She hooked her hands around Wanrong's thighs, using all her strength, "Get the hell out of here!"

But Wanrong didn't budge. Only the knee of the leg she grabbed slightly buckled. She didn't fall.

As Wanrong's knee buckled, her body naturally began to slide down, and beneath her was Hongfeng, who had just crawled inside,
her large breasts resting on Hongfeng's back. Hongfeng couldn't bear the weight.
With a thud , she knelt on the ground, unable to get up.

"Hahaha," John laughed so hard he could barely breathe.

"Stop fighting! Why should we fight and let the foreigners watch?" Wanrong stopped her.

Hongfeng, despite being at a disadvantage, remained relentless, clinging to her.

"I'm pregnant. If you miscarry, the cult leader will punish you," Wanrong suggested another tactic.

"No way. I'll make sure you're finished too!" Hongfeng didn't say it aloud, but her actions revealed her
true .

"The incompetent god will punish you!" Wanrong invoked the cult's deity.

"Get up. I won't fight anymore," Hongfeng finally said, seeing that she couldn't win.

Wanrong knelt up and released Hongfeng.

Hongfeng immediately sprang to her feet like a spring. "Punish me however you want!" Hongfeng's madness
was somewhat reckless. After getting up, she suddenly kicked Wanrong in the stomach when no one was looking
.

The most dangerous people in the world are those who act without considering the consequences, because their behavior is not only extremely ruthless but also utterly
reckless and unpredictable. When doing something, a normal person considers the costs: '
What will the police do to me? What will my workplace do to me? What will happen to me?
What will happen ?' After considering these factors, they will voluntarily abandon
actions that pose a significant threat to society.

But those who act without considering the consequences don't think about these things; they only think about what they want to do. At most, they might
add , 'If I die, nothing will happen to me.' They are usually the kind of people with mental problems and behavioral defects.
In human society, mental retardation isn't considered a disability because it's difficult to diagnose.

Just as Hongfeng, enraged by what was happening, attempted to ambush Wanrong,
a sharp "smack" rang out as her flying kick was suddenly deflected by another foot.

John was the one who blocked Hongfeng's claw. "You're really ruthless," the foreigner said. "She clearly let you win."

Apparently, fairness is essential in Western gladiatorial combat, unlike the Chinese who are known for their cheating.

"You... get up." John then helped Wanrong stand up. He could tell the woman was
pregnant, and carrying the offspring of the cult leader. His erection was quite impressive.

"You... come here." John pressed one ear against Wanrong's bare abdomen. His other
hand wrapped around her buttocks from behind. Flesh pressed tightly together.

Unfortunately, at this stage, it was only the initial implantation of an egg, so naturally, no movement could be detected. You
can't expect the egg to be holding a flowery handkerchief, one hand on the doorframe, one foot kicking the ground,
greeting the sperm passing by on the street, saying, "Oh, you rascal, you've finally come! I've missed you so much!" or "Sir, come and play!"
Then

the sperm, without hesitation, clasped his hands in a deep bow, and apologized, "
Though , friendship remains; may I visit? If you think highly of me, I will dedicate my life to you."

"Heh," John said, losing interest. "Hair is prickly." (Eastern hair is coarser and
stiffer than Western hair.) If he hadn't made a final decision before, now he had a choice.
He liked the competitive kind. Therefore, he chose Hongfeng.

The man quickly took off his remaining trousers and underwear, casually tossing them into Wanrong's arms.
Unsurprisingly , Wanrong followed suit, folding the man's trousers carefully and placing them aside.

"Who did he choose?" The two women were confused.

However, they quickly forgot about that. Because the moment the foreign man pulled down his underwear, both
women gasped.

"My God!" The man's thing was too long!

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