[A Certain Ping's Corruption Case] (A Certain Huang's Corruption Case) (156-158) Author: Long Live Long Live Long Live Long Live

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(156) Major leak incident 4, vaccination with Golden Water

Qiongwei also received the Golden Water vaccine. This was a secret to many people. But she did get vaccinated.

The most interesting thing was that when Qiongwei asked Qiongya for the bacterial strain, the people from the Golden Water company actually asked her
to sign a contract .

"You sign the contract first." The other party said, "From now on, all your urine will be handed over to us.
We will be responsible for bribing you.

" "Are you kidding me?" Qiongwei immediately refused.

"We can't give you the bacterial strain without signing the contract." The other party was also very firm.

"You won't vaccinate me, right?" Qiongya also refused, but Qiongwei's identity absolutely could not be exposed,
so she adopted another method, "Let's go. We'll do it ourselves."

"Two women, how can you do it yourselves?" The other party was very strange. It seemed that no one could do
anything .

"Watch." Qiongya took out two hemostats. She opened the scissors of the hemostats, and with a "snap," inserted the two open
hemostats into a cross shape. Then she held them in place and stirred them a few times.

The person in charge was a woman. Her face flushed instantly. This was a
basic . How could she not understand? "Don't leave. I'll vaccinate her!" Perhaps out of mutual respect, or
perhaps because of Qiongya's supreme status here, she immediately agreed.

"Use the best strain. Have the head nurse do it." Qiongya was still giving instructions.

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"Sit properly. Put both feet on the footrests." The head nurse mechanically commanded.

Qiongwei took off all her lower body clothing, naked from the waist down, and sat on a freshly sterilized, cool
metal chair. As she was sitting down, a nurse helped her lift the hem of her shirt. Qiongwei placed both
feet on the two slightly spread footrests on the chair.

A junior nurse tied Qiongwei's ankles to the footrests with a belt buckle. Press a button. The sounds of an electric motor and mechanical devices came from under the chair
. The chair began to rise and recline; the footrests automatically
separated . The electric motor hummed. Qiongwei's legs spread wider and wider, like a split,
forced open by the machine, all the way to his genitals. Fortunately, Qiongwei's body was very flexible. Doing a split
was no .

"Prep the shavings," the head nurse said again.

Another nurse came over. She shook the steel tube of men's shaving cream in her hand, squeezing a bunch of
snow-white, cool foam onto Qiongwei's lower abdomen with a "hiss." The nurse then rubbed the shaving cream a few times with her gloved hand
in Qiongwei's slightly yellow, curly pubic hair, making better contact with the pubic hair and spreading it evenly.
Then, with two quick "swishes," she smeared the excess foam stuck to her hand onto Qiongwei's slightly swollen lower abdomen.

Then, with a few more swift movements, a men's four-blade disposable razor
was hung on Qiongwei's pubic area. Dirty, shredded foam was squeezed out from between the blades on the back of the razor
. In just a few seconds, Qiongwei's curly pubic hair was completely shaved away. What remained was a shiny
, white, bulging woman's pubic area.

"Don't peek. What's there to see! Aren't you tired of looking every day?" the head nurse scolded.

Qiongwei had initially wanted to crane her neck to see what the nurse was doing. Now she dared not look. Her eyes were fixed on
the white ceiling, feeling the nurse's movements.

"Your pubic hair is well-developed," the head nurse said after looking at her, "and your external genitalia are very clean."

"..." Qiongwei didn't know how to answer. The cold surgical instruments touching her sensitive area
made her heart clench with fear.

"Open your arm," the head nurse said, patting Qiongwei's shoulder.

"..." 'What does vaccination have to do with the arm?' "Qiongwei thought to herself. But she still obediently raised
that arm.

"It's okay since there are women here," the head nurse said coldly.

"Come on, lift your upper body. I'll help you take off your shirt," a junior nurse said to Qiongwei.

Although she was basically lying on her back and it wasn't convenient to move around, Qiongwei still obediently leaned forward and
let the nurse take off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra when she came out; she was only wearing a tight-fitting military
green tank top.

"From the army?" the head nurse asked.

"..." Qiongwei didn't speak.

"Plucking the hair here," the head nurse said to a nurse. Then she turned to Qiongwei, "
Plucking all the hair here yourself when you have time. It'll be cleaner."

"Over there." The nurse plucking the hair quickly plucked all the hair from Qiongwei's armpit on one side. "She

's well-nourished, a little calcium deficient," the head nurse said, picking up a hair from a kidney-shaped enamel tray
and examining it under the light.

"Let me see too," Qiongwei also picked up a hair and examined it like the head nurse.

"Ouch!..." Perhaps the nurse plucked too quickly, because Qiongwei felt a little pain and cried out.

"Don't cry out," the nurse said, stopping Qiongwei from crying out. "Bear with it. It'll be over soon."

"Let me take a look first," the head nurse said,
sitting down in a chair opposite Qiongwei after the nurse who had been plucking Qiongwei's armpit hair took away the tray. After pressing a button, Qiongwei's chair "hummed" and rose
a little higher. She only let go when Qiongwei's genitals were at the head nurse's chin level.

Qiongwei felt as if she had been lifted into the air, unsupported, the chair swaying precariously. Afraid of falling,
she instinctively gripped the armrests.

"It's disinfecting now, it's a little cold. Bear with it," the head nurse comforted Qiongwei. "Oh dear!" the head nurse
suddenly exclaimed.

Hearing the scream, the other nurses gathered around Qiongwei's vulva, staring wide-eyed at her.

"Go away, go away. Go do your own thing. It's not like you haven't seen women's private parts before." Qiongya quickly shooed them
away . "If you want to see, go to the bathroom and look at yourself in a mirror."

The nurses dispersed again.

"You're not a virgin?" The head nurse squinted, her face full of doubt, tilting
her head towards Qiongwei's head as she asked.

Qiongwei shook her head.

"You've already had a child at such a young age?"

"How did you know?" Qiongya asked, crowding around like the other nurses.

"This isn't... an episiotomy incision," the head nurse said, pointing to a spot on Qiongwei's vulva.

"What's an episiotomy?" Qiongya asked, not quite understanding.

"During childbirth, to reduce the pain and shorten labor, the obstetrician can
make an incision here to widen the vaginal opening."

Qiongya shuddered.

It's important to understand that

many men are unaware of the pain of childbirth, thinking it's as easy as a hen laying an egg.
In reality, childbirth is an extremely painful and dangerous process, several times more painful than the most painful
experiences ! Before modern medicine entered China, postpartum death was
one of the leading causes of death for Chinese women.

"Okay. The vaccination is complete. After closing your legs, use your flesh to hold this gauze in place. Wait five minutes
before getting up." The head nurse finished speaking and stuffed a piece of gauze into Qiongwei's vulva, instructing her to hold
it place.

The head nurse pressed a button, and the machine binding Qiongwei's legs hummed shut again. The head nurse
gently squeezed Qiongwei's labia majora to ensure the gauze was securely packed before leaving. She didn't
question Qiongwei's past childbirth. Almost all Golden Water companies operate this way. They claim, or even though they advertise, that the sample
is "collected from virgins." In reality, any woman of childbearing age is acceptable; who cares if she's had children?

A nurse approached with a form, coldly saying, "Here, fill out this form. We'll
collect your first urine in two days. The second vaccination will be done in six months. Collect all your used sanitary napkins, panty liners, and toilet paper used
to wipe your private parts, and give them to us on time. Or we can collect them. Your urine
can only be sold to our company from now on. This is the urine collection bottle. When using it, align your urethra with this
collection opening, separate the two labia, and press firmly. Don't waste (urine).
Is your urethra skin irritated?"

Qiongwei shook her head.

"Your labia are a bit large. Press firmly when you separate them."

"Is it okay if the labia are large?" Qiongwei asked, puzzled. Her own "two lumps of flesh"
weren't very big.

"What's wrong with that? It's sexy. Men love it," the nurse said.

"Oh~" Qiongya was a little disappointed.

The nurse continued, "There's a scale here on the collection bottle, see? That's the liquid level inside."

Qiongwei tilted her head and saw a red line on the outside of the cylinder. She didn't understand how the red line penetrated the stainless steel
bottle wall and how it adhered to it. But at this time, there were many high-tech things, some of which
couldn't be explained by ordinary physics. This was also part of their job—to peel away the high-tech
disguise .

"There's a green line on it. When it overlaps with or exceeds the green line, it means the bottle is almost full.
Call us when it's almost full. The phone number is written on the bottle. We'll pay you and give you a new bottle.
You'll need to pay a deposit of 6,000 yuan for this bottle." The nurse glanced at Qiongwei and added, "But you
're not a virgin. The price we'll offer might be lower than others. Be prepared."

"She won't sell it. She doesn't care about your little bit of money. Besides, her address is confidential.
Where would you find it! Even if you did, you wouldn't be able to get in."

Qiongya was right. Qiongwei was a high-ranking official working in a highly confidential unit. No one could come to her
to ask for, collect, or buy the so-called "golden water"—women's urine. Moreover, she was married. It was rumored that "
golden water" was best obtained from virgins, or at least unmarried women. Thus, although Qiongwei's urine was of very high quality (although she
was married, she rarely had sex due to living apart from her husband), she did not sell it. The bottles were all collected by her husband to make ginseng, white fungus, osmanthus, lotus seed, dried tangerine peel, abalone, sea cucumber, and bird's nest soup for
his .

"If you don't sell them, we'll take the bottles back. We'll only charge you the vaccination fee."

"I want the bottles. I'll buy two more." Qiongwei snatched the cylinder.

"You're rich!" the nurse retorted.

The result of this vaccination was that her in-laws' gray hair turned black after drinking it, and they had nosebleeds every day. Especially
her mother-in-law, who had already passed menopause, unexpectedly started menstruating again. She was only about fifty years old and usually
took good care herself; her colleagues all said, "Your menstruation is reversed. Did you eat too much ginseng? Did you delay menopause?
Otherwise, you might have cancer. Don't delay. Go to the hospital for a checkup!"

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Despite drinking the "golden water," Qiongwei's mother-in-law was still full of suspicion. Before her son left in the afternoon, his mother
specifically stopped him, saying, "Your wife can't keep living outside like this and not coming home."

"It's a national defense project. He can't come back every few days."

"What's the use of a national defense project? Our family isn't short of money. We don't care about a woman being an official; let him
be transferred to our city." The mother-in-law said.

"No way. We're all Party members. It's not about money or official rank; it's an opportunity to bring glory to the country.
Only she can do it. No one else can." The son said proudly.

"You don't know how she's doing over there. Why don't you transfer there too? Being a traffic policeman is not only dangerous, but
the surrounding working environment is also too polluted. Didn't you see that model traffic policeman who picked up children from the school gate every day? He
was so young, not even of retirement age, and he got lung cancer and passed away. If he's really that important, transferring you there wouldn't be
difficult ."

If possible, a mother generally doesn't want her son to leave her, no matter how old he is. She always feels that he is
her true life and must be protected. This time, she actually took the initiative to let her son leave; it seems she was willing to risk everything.

"National defense projects can't be rife with such shady practices. Besides, I don't understand their technology.
What would ? Sweeping the streets? Alright. I'm leaving."

"Isn't your wife a traffic police officer too? How could she do this? Is my son so stupid?..." The mother
was still nagging when her son had already driven away.

It wouldn't be objective to say that Xiaowei's husband had no suspicions about his wife. Once two people are separated,
especially when Xiaowei is rapidly promoted, they have less contact and understanding of each other
, leading to suspicion. Even a slight change in tone during a phone call
can trigger wild speculation. In Xiaowei's family, this other person can only be...
The husband.

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When the husband saw Xiaowei was about to leave, even though he knew that dealing with emergencies was a regular occurrence in defense engineering projects, he was still somewhat
reluctant . And everyone knew that the so-called "visiting relatives and children," especially the weekly gatherings at Xiaowei's family home,
aside from seeing the children, primarily had "sex." Now was
the time he was impatiently waiting to strip naked and go to bed with his wife to do those "shameful" things.

It was supposed to be "visiting the children," but during each visit, a caregiver looked after the children at night. How
many times would the two of them have sex that night? Any interruption would be a double torment to his body and mind; any wasted time
was a huge loss for him. However, with strangers around, he couldn't directly ask, "When are we
going to 'sex'?" So he added, "When are you coming back?"

This was his so-called "civilized language." "Resisting pornography."

As he spoke, the husband's eyes were filled with Xiaowei's white flesh. He tried to recall what his woman
's external genitalia looked like but couldn't. He was a bit strange. He
could remember his wife's face and her beautiful body, but he could never recall what her genitals looked like.

"Wait a moment..." Xiaowei stepped forward and whispered in her husband's ear, "What would you like to eat? Ask
the waiter make it for you." "Waiter," Xiaowei called again, "bring two cups of good tea to the living room."

Hearing "bring two cups of tea," the husband assumed it meant "one cup each," and that his wife wouldn't be gone for long, and she
would return alone. It wouldn't affect their upcoming sex. "Take my car ," he said. Later, he realized that "two cups of tea" meant he should drink two cups by himself. Maybe it meant "wait a little longer. " "I'll take my own car. Don't be fooled by your police license plate; you can't enter our compound." The husband tidied up Qiongwei's car and then fell silent. He watched Qiongwei and Director Wang get into the base's car and leave. Remembering his mother's words, he secretly placed a miniature recorder in the car. Qiongwei and her party arrived at the Grand Chief's guesthouse. The guesthouse had been emptied out; the huge building contained only the Grand Chief and his party. Qiongwei went directly into the Grand Chief's room. (157) Major Leak 5, Incestuous Love The empty hall was spacious and very grand. In this private environment, the Grand Chief, with his full head of black hair, was very happy to see the woman . "Come, come, sit down," he said, patting the sofa. At the same time, he had more confidence in Director Wang's abilities. If there were any important positions in the future, he would definitely think of Director Wang first. Moreover, he was already considering how to promote this capable subordinate. However, the old man's black hair here was dyed. According to the Central Committee's regulations, for all formal activities, the hair of the Central Committee leaders must be dyed black. Otherwise, the participants would all be over sixty or seventy years old and have white hair. This conveyed the political message of the elderly to the outside world. Whether those with work ability could pass the moral test, whether they were corrupt, and whether their hands were clean were also questions. Qiongwei had been fortunate enough to be recognized and favored by the Grand Chief, so despite some past mishaps, such as the premature birth she suffered from being abused , she still held him in high esteem and didn't harbor any ill intentions because of her past favor. It was simply a normal part of work and life. However, since her husband was waiting at home , Qiongwei had to get straight to the point, "You...you're planning to do that kind of thing? Or, or are you just trying something new?" "This child," the Grand Chief said somewhat displeased, "I can't call you here if it's not for that kind of thing? You've done another great service this time. It's only right that I call you here to see you." "But unfortunately, my husband is here today. He's waiting for me in the dormitory." "Oh," the Grand Chief said thoughtfully, "Then you should go back first. Don't disturb your reunion." "It's not that urgent," Qiongwei said, thinking the Grand Chief was unhappy, "Actually, I miss you quite a bit." Qiongwei was telling the truth. "In that case, give me some advice." The Grand Chief was referring to the reform of the property tax. "I suggest that a property tax must be levied, but it shouldn't be a one-size-fits-all approach. Houses with a per capita residential area of less than 20 square meters should be exempt; those between 20 and 50 square meters should be subject to a small tax of 0.3% of the assessed value annually; and those over 50 square meters should be subject to a normal tax of 2%. Once this , land transfer fees can be abolished. What do you think? Then, we can remove price caps on housing and open up the market, letting it follow market rules." "At the same time, local governments should no longer be allowed to collect large amounts of land transfer fees, forcing them to operate on borrowed funds. However, for completed but unsold projects, a property tax should be levied annually based on the normal tax value of the designed area. The central government should return 50% of the property tax to the local governments." "I didn't know that," Qiongwei said. "I'm not in this line of work." The high-ranking official was somewhat disappointed. If it were someone else, like Director Wang, they would definitely say, "That's a great idea! How come I didn't think of that?! But I'm not in this line of work, so I have to listen to you on these matters." "What about this? We're under a lot of pressure with our economic development right now, what solutions do you have?" "I'll say it," Director Wang suddenly spoke up, "If the higher-ups don't force us to crack down on prostitution, this year's indicators will definitely rise by double digits. If we do crack down, it'll be below 6.5. Last time, the crackdown really hurt us." "Not crack down? What about the decline in social morality? Don't just think about the economy, you also have to consider politics..." the high- ranking official said. "..." Director Wang wanted to say, 'Isn't that like starting a Cultural Revolution?' But he didn't dare say it. Qiongwei, the high-ranking official, and Director Wang talked for a long time without getting to the point, but Qiongwei was already very anxious and didn't want to continue. "Why did you stop?" the high-ranking official asked, "The crackdown on prostitution can't stop. Think of other ways ." "Yes, yes. We'll follow the central government." Director Wang returned to platitudes. There's no truth in Chinese officialdom. It's always been this way. To clean up officialdom, lies must be forbidden; empty talk is the right way. Unfortunately, at this time , empty talk, nonsense, and formulaic writing were rampant in officialdom. They were even being embraced. This was tradition, and had little to . "Oh. By the way. What did you say you wanted to try?" Fortunately, the high-ranking official still had a strong spirit of exploration . He was somewhat confused by Qiongwei's words and wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"..." Qiongwei had already been very bold to say this much, and her face flushed red upon hearing this. She didn't
know what to say next.

"Oh...?" Director Wang was a smart man; he had a background as a secretary and was good at reading people. Although they weren't in the same
system, he quickly guessed what Qiongwei meant. "You, can you also make... produce golden water?"
He asked Qiongwei

. Director Wang should have left long ago, but he thought he was useful if he stayed, to regulate
the communication . Or perhaps to gain some extra benefits.

Actually, what was there to discuss about doing that?

"..." Silence was an admission. Qiongwei's face turned rosy, and she looked incredibly beautiful.

"Be sure to make me some before you leave." Director Wang first stocked up on his own stock before
saying to the high-ranking official, "Do you know about this 'golden water' that's incredibly beneficial to health? Some children here who
used have leukemia and elderly people with cancer recovered after drinking it! Now, our
hospitals are so busy with mergers that no one is seeing patients."

"I know about that. The Central Committee has distributed it to everyone. It's indeed very effective. It has cured many veteran comrades'
difficult-to-treat illnesses, including some cancers. But that's not all of them; it doesn't cure all cancers. You
must speak objectively," the high-ranking official said. "Of course, those who have drunk it are in particularly good spirits.
Do you have a better brand here? What brand is produced here? Tell me, and I can recommend it to the Central Committee."

"Talking about brands is too old-fashioned. Anything with a brand name is already diluted several times over! The
real is finding the 'master' directly. Bring it home and drink freshly squeezed juice," Director Wang said. "It's like asking
whether you prefer bottled juice from the market or freshly squeezed juice from a department store."

"Oh. I forgot. This is the place of origin. Is it easy to find? If you have any, bring one tomorrow.
I can pay you in advance." The old man was eager to find talent, a discerning eye recognizing potential.

"How could I accept your money?" Director Wang said. "Besides, how should I put it? It seems we already have some, right?
And they've already offered to." As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Qiongwei.

Qiongwei's face turned even redder. Even her neck was red. If you took off her clothes, you could see that even her
snow-white skin had turned a light pink.

"It's become an everyday item? Then you must add sugar, right? I can't afford to eat too much sugar now." The chief opened
the small freezer and searched around, but there was nothing there.

The following paragraphs can be skipped, but reading them is beneficial.

Now that living conditions in China have improved, we must guard against diseases of affluence.

Ancient people could perhaps be divided into two types: those whose bodies could store energy and those whose
bodies could not. Due to low productivity and frequent natural disasters and wars,
those who couldn't store energy quickly starved to death during famines, eventually decimating their numbers.
Those who could store energy, having stored significant amounts during good harvests,
survived the famines. Over time, the remaining population on Earth consisted primarily of those who could store
energy . The more energy stored, the greater the advantage.

Those who can store energy, and have already stored large amounts, are now called "fat
people." For a long time in Chinese history, plumpness was considered beautiful for this reason—because they lived longer.
This men naturally preferred wives
with large breasts. Over time, large breasts became the preferred aesthetic standard.

In China today, families that have survived to this day are primarily
descendants of those whose bodies can store energy. Families unable to store energy have almost all disappeared.

However, things have reversed. With global affluence,
famines are virtually nonexistent. The ability to store energy has become a burden. Once the body has stored enough energy to combat
famine , famines no longer occur. This has a negative consequence! The state of storing sufficient energy is called obesity,
which increases the burden on the body and leads to various diseases. The most dangerous are cardiovascular diseases; diabetes,
a urinary tract disease, is also extremely harmful to obese individuals.

In response, people generally advise older adults to reduce their intake of sugar and polysaccharide compounds (mainly referring to
grains , as the main component of grains is starch, and starch molecules are composed of multiple linked sugar molecules,
easily broken down into smaller ones); and to regularly consume traditional Chinese medicine, such as Danshen Wan. "It's not bottled." Seeing the Grand Chief searching everywhere for "Golden Water," Director Wang quickly explained. "Packed? Isn't metal packaging bad?" It was unclear where this twisted logic came from. Of course

, the Grand Chief still couldn't find it. "It's in Qiongwei's body. In her bladder." Director Wang found a more elegant way to describe the situation . "Um... isn't it necessary to be a virgin?" The Grand Chief was somewhat surprised. He already understood what Secretary Wang was implying . "That's a propaganda tactic. Actually, any woman who hasn't had sex within the last three days will do. Virginity is irrelevant." Director Wang explained. "My husband just arrived. We haven't done 'that' yet." Qiongwei added. "That's great." The Grand Chief said, glancing at Director Wang. "I'll wait outside." Director Wang, realizing he was in the way, quickly prepared to leave and wait outside the room. Logically, Director Wang's task was complete. He could have gone home now, but because he was still hoping to get a bottle of precious golden water before leaving, he stubbornly refused to go. And since he was the matchmaker , they couldn't very well kick him out. "Alright. Director Wang, please sit here. Let's go in." Qiongwei, on the other hand, was very generous. Saying this, she took the leader's hand and led him into the bedroom. "Please lie down on the bed," Qiongwei said to the bewildered leader after locking the door . The leader simply took off his shoes, still dressed, and lay down on the large bed. The top bedding was a springless palm mattress, and the old man didn't sink in after lying down. Qiongwei knew the leader preferred a firmer mattress. She had specifically instructed the guesthouse to buy the mattress after hearing the leader was coming. She knew the leader had a sciatic nerve problem, and a firm mattress would be helpful in his treatment.

Qiongwei climbed onto the bed. Although she didn't take off her clothes or skirt, she lifted one leg and removed
her underwear from that side; then she lifted the other leg and completely removed the thong she had specially worn for her husband's visit
. She casually hung it on the clothes hanger.

After climbing onto the bed, Qiongwei knelt beside the high-ranking official. She held a
bottle of alcohol spray (presumably prepared at some point) in one hand and a napkin in the other. She spread her legs, put the bottle inside
her skirt , and sprayed it several times onto her vulva with the nozzle pointing upwards. Then she took out the
bottle, put the hand holding the napkin inside, and stroked her vulva; smoothing out the wrinkles and removing
all bodily fluids from the creases; then she wiped the alcohol off the vulva piece by piece.

"Put your hands to your sides," Qiongwei said.

The high-ranking official did as she was told.

"Don't bite. Understand?"

The high-ranking official nodded. If anyone else dared to speak to him in that tone, they'd probably be kicked out by the guards.
But only Qiongwei existed in the world; no matter how she spoke to the high-ranking officer, he found it exceptionally pleasant,
never tiring of it. He couldn't possibly be angry.

The high-ranking officer stood at attention, his hands pressed tightly to his sides, eyes closed, his breath catching in his throat. Although he
didn't yet understand what was happening, he trusted this woman.

Qiongwei's words had their reasons. Everyone knows the morals of the Chinese; after paying a high price for the "
right to excrete fluid," they fear being taken advantage of. Before a girl "excretes," they'd use the tip of a chopstick to unclog
her urethra, attempting to gain extra benefit by widening it; some even tried inserting a small straw from a cold drink
into the girl's vagina, believing this would increase fluid output. Some even caused inflammation. Therefore, many girls
who produced "golden fluid" had wider urethras than others, making their urination
particularly loud.

However, this method caused great inconvenience to the providers of "golden fluid." Some girls experienced difficulty
walking , suffering from severe local infections and inflammation, with genital swelling lasting for days.

In response, the semi-governmental National Virgin Water Federation, a leading authority in this field,
has established regulations for "virgin water delivery services." These regulations state that "during the use of 'virgin water' delivery equipment,
the client's equipment or any part of their body must not cross the skin of the 'facility'."
In other words , while it's legal to suck the water from the outside, inserting any tool into the girl's body—whether it's a finger
, penis, straw, or chopsticks—is illegal. The penalties are
similar to those for drunk driving.

This clause strictly defines the user's rights: "They are essentially only
hiring are outside the skin, enjoying only a portion of their bodily excretions. They cannot enter the girl's
body inside the skin." However, the rule against biting was set by Joanie herself. Although being lightly bitten
was stimulating and didn't cross any boundaries, she feared leaving marks that her husband would discover. Meanwhile, the woman's
reaction during this process was too strong, her movements were too vigorous, and her body would need a long time to recover. Moreover, and most importantly,
her husband fully understood Qiongwei's reaction and could easily discover what had just happened.

(This part can be skipped.)

Many people disapprove of this kind of Chinese behavior. For example, drinking as much "golden water" as possible; or Chinese
tourists at buffets abroad often taking more than they can eat. Many people consider this a moral
issue a result of the low moral standards of the Chinese. In reality, it's a matter of habit, a matter of survival.
In the past, there were two types of Chinese people: one who took more and hoarded goods; the other who didn't fight or grab. Because China
experienced many periods of extreme scarcity, such as the major upheavals in history,
those who didn't fight or grab perished in such harsh environments; only the descendants of those who fought and grabbed survived to this day
. The problem is ingrained and takes a long time to correct.

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After the high-ranking official fully agreed, Qiongwei, with her bare legs, rode on top of the high-ranking official. The smooth, delicate
skin of the woman brushed against the old man's graying temples, leaving a warm mark.

The girl had slightly parted her vulva, pressing her soft, vertical lips against
the old man spread wide at the corners of his mouth; two
small, pink labia, like rubber bands, remained joined, vertically connecting the man's lips from his philtrum to his chin.

Some people find it offensive to say, "Why are you talking with your mouth vertically?" meaning "Why are you
talking with your cunt!"

The woman then unfolded her long skirt, spreading it out like a flower on the bed. The skirt completely covered
the man's aged but still strong upper body.

The old man could see the light and shadows through the thin skirt, but he couldn't see the woman's
clear outline.

This was the standard position for absorbing the golden water. Qiongwei had perfected it to the point of being a model.

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Several brand companies held a grand press conference and a performance titled "
Fashion " products. On the runway, a group of beautiful male and female models walked gracefully. You read
that right, "male and female models."

Pairs of male and female models walked onto the runway, boldly displaying their
various outfits emblazoned with the words "Golden Water—Water of Life." Suddenly, the group stopped. The first female model in the group suddenly made
an extremely exaggerated move,
flipping a male model with a large backpack, his chest exposed, and his so-called "eight-pack abs" and nine-pack abs, onto the runway.

After the male model lay on the runway, he immediately did a somersault, and before he could even get up,
the female model suddenly knelt on top of him. Her knees were between the sides of the man's head, and her thin, bony buttocks
rubbed against his face. Her upper body twisted and turned, and her hands kept grabbing in all directions, making
many seductive gestures.

The female model's skirt was so short it couldn't cover "anything." Thus, the audience could
learn the correct method for obtaining "golden water" through this process. This was exactly the method Qiongwei had just used.

At this point, the host would shamelessly chime in, "Are you still drinking it 'mouth-to-mouth'?"
"You swallowed it without disinfecting it? Come and try our product! 'Golden Water'...suck it...in your mouth!"

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The Chief felt a bit suffocated under the woman's skirt. Besides the smell of alcohol, there was also
a slight pungent odor from her private parts. But he didn't complain. Because of his age, his nose wasn't
as sensitive.

"Now for the first step, use your tongue to probe," the woman's
voice came from a distant, high place.

The Chief stuck out his tongue and gently flicked it upwards from his lips. His lips,
which had been tightly closed, slowly parted like a self-zipping zipper
. The man felt a smooth, plastic-like groove in the middle of his upper lip,
with a hard little fleshy ball at the top. He knew what it was and quickly bit down on it.

"Oh...you can bite harder," the woman said.

Didn't we agree not to bite? She had forgotten the taboo in her excitement.

The man's teeth did indeed increase their force.

"Oh... now it's time to drink water." It was that same voice from afar.

So the old man felt a little moisture in his mouth. It didn't have the usual stench of a silly boy urinating, but rather a
faint fragrance of new tea in March, jasmine in June, and osmanthus in August. It was slightly bitter at first,
but the aftertaste was very good, basically smooth.

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"Oh... now it's time to drink water." It was that same voice from afar. "No... don't talk.
If you feel that the water is flowing too fast, pinch my leg..."

The old man couldn't speak either.

Sparkling, clear, yellow, the water of life, in the torrent of the anti-pornography revolution,
"swish swish swish" flowed into the mouth of an old revolutionary; and then "gulp, gulp," he swallowed it down.

Some people who often drank this golden water mastered the method of not swallowing, letting the water flow into their stomachs on its own. However,
many people don't know this method, especially those new to the "direct feeding" method, who still need to
swallow . This swallowing action increases the contact area between the lips, providing additional stimulation to the woman and
increasing bacterial production. The effect is better.

"Ah..." The girl also felt it.

The golden water flowing into the old man's mouth decreased, finally stopping. The last few drops clung to
the edge of the girl's vulva, dangling precariously.

"Lick it with your tongue. That's the root of fortune." A loud voice said,

the rough man's large tongue moving across the girl's delicate skin like calligraphy. It moved with measured pauses
, stopping and starting. From the small, delicate anus, across the perineum, across the vaginal opening, across the urethra
, across the smooth, plastic-like groove, all the way to the girl's glistening clitoris; there it
paused; then it stopped.

"Oh...! You're so amazing!" The girl, like getting off a bicycle, swayed her legs and
got off . As she took off her panties hanging nearby, preparing to put them back under her skirt, she spoke. When she lifted her long
skirt , her small feet, barely reaching her ankles, were revealed—snow-white ankle socks and a smooth, delicate white
thigh.

The old man was almost dumbfounded.

After drinking the "Golden Water," the old man, who had been busy all day, felt not tired at all, but rather refreshed. He
suddenly sprang up, grabbed Qiongwei who was about to put on her panties, and pulled her into his arms.

"No! My husband is waiting at home!" Qiongwei hadn't expected this tactic afterward; it
was strictly forbidden in the "Golden Water Direct Consumption Rules." But after all, he was the high-ranking official; who could
stop him ? The woman struggled unsuccessfully and gave in.

Qiongwei had never formally donated Golden Water and didn't know the association's rules. If she had known, she could have told
the high-ranking official, but he wouldn't have listened anyway.

If Qiongwei had resisted even slightly, persisted for a second or two, the high-ranking official would have given up, and the subsequent terrible events would
n't have occurred, but she accepted it.

The chief quickly stripped Qiongwei of all her clothes.

The woman was increasingly well-maintained. Her skin was smooth and elastic, especially her little hole,
which felt very comfortable.

The old man also took off his clothes. As he undressed, the woman helped him. She folded the man's clothes neatly while
naked , her bare bottom sticking out as she placed the clothes
to one side. She didn't look like she had been forced at all. This made it very
difficult for her to argue for herself later.

"Use a condom. Let me see if I have any," the girl said, getting off the bed naked. She went to the desk and
found a condom.

The old man reached out to take it.

The girl dodged and didn't hand it to him. "I'll put it on for you," the girl said.

The old man sat on the edge of the bed. His weathered body wasn't pretty.

The girl squatted between the old man's legs, which were covered in veins and rough, and used her small, white hands to lift
the old 's throbbing genitals. "It's hard," the girl said, kissing it lightly before putting on
the condom .

"Don't move, sit further in," the girl said quickly, noticing the old man was about to get up. "Keep your legs together."

Then, the girl spread her legs and knelt on the bed. Her spread legs clamped the old man's genitals.

The girl was in a horse-riding squat. It looked incredibly awkward. Even if you had a beautiful face, it wouldn't look good. But this was
exactly the scene after Qiongwei had given the high-ranking official his life-giving fluids.

The girl squatted on the bed, right in the middle of the old man's body. Her feet were placed on either side of his hips,
her small hands supporting his weathered manhood, keeping it upright and pointing
it towards her private parts. Then, using her leg strength, she slowly sat down.

The girl had never been this kind to her husband.

However, the first attempt was off. The man's penis suddenly veered off course, hitting the girl's inner thigh.
It even rubbed the head of the condom to the side. At this point, because the man's penis inside had already released a small amount of semen as a
male lubricant,

the next step was undoubtedly for the girl to quickly squat up again. This
required considerable physical strength for someone performing this on a slightly soft mattress. Normally, one would first kneel down. But Joanie didn't; she insisted on squatting down on her own.
She got up.

After squatting down again, the girl tried to look down to aim at her target. But when she looked down, her hair fell
down , blocking her view and preventing her from seeing what was below her. She could only tilt her head back, letting her hair hang behind her head
as she continued squatting there. Her hands were on her hips, as if she were thinking seriously. In reality, she was guiding that lumpy old root to her vagina
by touch . Guided by touch, she slowly
sat down again, following the bar.

This required even more strength from her legs.

This time she aimed correctly and succeeded. Success meant that she was taken by the man.

After sitting down, the girl's upper body moved slightly. She twisted her body from side to side and then began to move up
and down . The frequency increased. This movement could not go all the way up or down.
The range of motion was very small, entirely controlled by the muscles of the woman's thighs. Young people who did not exercise regularly could not do it.

"What do you think of the recent situation in the central government?" The old man, perhaps bored, or perhaps because
he was usually surrounded by flatterers who never spoke the truth, suddenly asked a sensitive question.

"It's good. If we don't crack down on corruption, the Party and the country will suffer huge losses..."

"What do you think of the crackdown on prostitution?" the old man continued.

This city had just experienced a massive crackdown on prostitution, which wiped out half of its productivity (real
productivity , industrial manufacturing capacity), two-thirds of its GDP, and set the lives of ordinary people
back twenty years. The higher-ups were still putting on a brave face, saying, "It has no impact on the economy!"

When people have no shame, even gods can't stop them.

This

crackdown on prostitution, in a sense, is about
using the state apparatus to forcibly promote and maintain the rotten, extremely backward dregs of feudal society within the framework of an advanced socialist system.

Unfortunately, this goal is difficult to achieve. The people are the true driving force of history. And this
progress is unstoppable. When the people's pursuit of sex advances with social development, a few policemen cannot stop it
with just one or two "campaigns.

" ————————————————————

"The crackdown was good. The central government was right," Qiongwei said as she moved. This campaign has little impact on national defense projects
.

"Don't the masses have any objections?"

"The masses are quite welcoming."

"A report says that the local people are very resentful of this campaign. Many people have lost their jobs and are forced
to leave their hometowns."

"It's not that serious, is it? There are fewer people in the market." Qiongwei, exhausted,
could think straight anymore. Besides, her position had prevented her from experiencing the lives of ordinary people.

"A graduate student in Beijing was beaten to death by the police for soliciting prostitution. What's the reaction here?"

"They all think it's useless, right? They say that if there are no political problems, those police officers won't be punished
." Qiongwei was unaware of the political dangers; she would be implicated sooner or later.

"They beat someone to death and they won't be punished? But are you saying that the crackdown on prostitution has actually stimulated more
productivity ? And the police's reputation won't be affected?"

What kind of ridiculous logic is this? The obstacles the crackdown on prostitution

has posed

to China's social development are undeniable. For example, opening up the sex trade market is a huge driving force for
productivity and the development of the Shenzhou (a fictional country in China). It has also made significant
contributions to society in several other ways: 1. It contributes to social stability; 2. It increases government tax revenue significantly. 3. Preventing the spread of sexually transmitted diseases;
etc.

"Ouch..." Qiongwei was too tired and couldn't control her strength, so she sat down a little too deep and was poked by
the old man 's stick. It is said that the female vagina can automatically double in length during intercourse to ensure that it is not
damaged by the male genitalia. But that is only after being slowly poked all the way in.

The old man had no choice but to continue. "A huge problem with the current anti-corruption campaign is that the harder you work during the campaign
, the greater the possibility of making mistakes. This is the same as the result of high salaries to encourage integrity. Since you
can get so much salary without working, who will work hard? In the end, it will definitely create a lifeless
society! The Nordic countries with high welfare also have this situation. Their solution relies on human
self-discipline . When it is the same whether to do it or not, they choose to do it. If it were us, people's self-discipline is far from
the required level, and normal people would definitely choose not to do it..."

"Why aren't you reacting!" The girl suddenly pouted and stopped, sitting down
on the old man's lap. She couldn't move. The stick in her body had suddenly hit her head. This time, it seemed her vagina had really
lengthened. If the man's penis were a little longer, the girl would be completely satisfied. "Why aren't you reacting!
Don't you like me anymore?" the girl pouted unhappily. On her snow-white belly, creased with many folds, her two small,
snow-white breasts swayed back and forth in front of the old man.

Of course, what politics are you talking about when you're doing this? But some people really do like doing it this way.

Hearing this, the old man's heart almost melted. "This position won't work. I have to move." This was the old
man decades of experience; he had to take the initiative. Otherwise, there would be no passion.

"I understand." The girl held onto the old man's shoulders and lifted her buttocks. Feeling the old man's penis fall out of
her body, she tucked her legs away from him. Like a little kitten, she knelt and crawled onto the bed. Her little bottom was sticking
up high, and she looked back at the old man behind her. As if saying, "Come on!"

The old man knelt behind the delicate young girl. He placed his legs between the girl's parted legs
. From behind, there were four human legs in a row; the two in the middle were black; the two on the outside were thinner and very
white.

In front of the old man, almost nothing else could be seen except for a bare, round woman's buttocks.
Between the two buttocks was a dark, deep, and mysterious cleft.

"Do you have any other ideas?" the high-ranking official asked.

"Rebuild the domestic internet," the girl replied simply. It was unclear whether the high-ranking official understood.

"Build our own internet?"

"Yes. Start from the source code. Everything will be completely new."

"Won't it be too costly? I don't have much investment."

"You won't need a single penny. Just treat it as an industrial development project…find someone to do venture capital…"

"Anything else?"

"A few more ideas, none of them are fully developed."

"Just name one."

"Like an early warning radar. As a supplement to the early warning aircraft. Normally, the early warning aircraft would transmit information to the
early warning satellites. If the early warning aircraft malfunctions, the early warning radar could take over for a period of time… until
another early warning aircraft takes over."

"...How about this? In a few days, when we report on this espionage case, all of you leaders will come to Beijing.
After the report, I'll find some open-minded experts to listen to your immature ideas. If it succeeds,
regardless of whether you participated or not, you'll all receive top-class merit. You are the pillars of the nation, the wealth of the Party; it's a waste of your talents to stay in some remote
mountain village ."

After saying this, the man placed one rough, large hand on a delicate, tender, fleshy patch
of fat, rubbing and feeling it with his strong thumb. His other hand, however,
lifted his manhood and thrust forward without looking. With a swift, penetrating motion, he
began to .

"Well... let's do it this way!" The old man continued his previous conversation as he moved, knowing
there was no risk of being falsely accused if he said this now. "I'm thinking... this movement, while timely,
has gone from one extreme to another, causing enormous damage to the country's economic strength. We can't
turn a blind eye ... those so-called international influences; the claim that it's still 7% and the highest in the world; they're all just
lies to deceive ourselves..."

"Hmph..." The girl gritted her teeth, trying not to make a sound. The people outside hadn't left yet. Her
two slender arms supported the weight of her upper body, her two snow-white thighs tensed, resisting the
continuous thrusts from the man behind her.

"We can't keep doing this foolish thing that deceives ourselves!"

This was the most intoxicating moment between a man and a woman.

"Your suggestion about collecting jumbled signals is also very useful. Now our country has independently developed
supersonic cruise drones, which can perfectly accomplish the task of large-scale absorption of electronic signals,"
the old man continued, placing his hand on the woman's buttocks.

"That...that's wonderful," the woman below said, slightly breathless from the man's weight.
"That's exactly what I wanted," she added, her sexual desire reaching its peak, hoping for more intensity. This
was supposed to be her own man's turn, and her body had prepared itself for this. So
, whoever it was, whoever the man, would give her the same intense
response at this crucial moment.

But the old man was unaware of this; even in his private time, he was concerned with national affairs,
working tirelessly. "There's another type of drone, not supersonic, but capable of flying for dozens of hours and
tens of thousands of kilometers without refueling, operating anywhere in the world. You can use that too. We can
fly way to the United States," the old man said, moving with precision and clarity.
"What we lack is an effective, fast, accurate, and comprehensive analytical tool. Your suggestion is invaluable."

"Ha...oh...then...when can we begin..." the woman gasped, her energy
depleted , her desire intense.

"I'll start working on this as soon as I get back... With two projects running simultaneously, you'll be responsible for two tasks.
Can your body handle it? I'm almost out, how are you?"

"Don't worry about me... As long as you're out. Can you transfer me... my husband too? Otherwise, he'll have a
hard time ...?

" "Sure!"

This is no problem. Qiongwei herself has the right to do so.

"I can't take it anymore, move faster! Don't be gentle with me, don't treat me like a woman! Use your strength!" The woman
was pleading.

The man's hands, like steel rakes, gripped the girl's buttocks tightly. He pulled them hard towards himself,
sometimes pushing them away, and loud "slap! slap!" sounds echoed between them.

"…………" The woman turned her face to look at the man who was cruelly ravaging her. Her face was contorted,
and she couldn't speak.

The man's movements became more and more intense, and he spoke less and less. Finally, the man stopped all movement...
letting that thing move on its own... once... twice... Suddenly, it bounced
violently a few times... It burst.

The girl collapsed onto the bed with a thud, her hair still wet, and remained motionless for a long time.

This was an age-gap sexual encounter, a union of souls. Or perhaps, a highly efficient work
meeting .

"Oh..." The old man finally stopped. His limp penis fell out of the girl's body. He
turned wearily and plopped down on the bed. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said, "Age catches up with you." "Do you still have
your fragrant golden water?"

The girl also propped herself up and knelt down. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. "But..."

"But what?"

"Director Wang from the local area also wants some."

"Leave it for him..."

The old man turned the girl over again and kissed her vulva hard.

For some reason, both of them shed hot tears.

"I have to go. I must leave immediately." After saying this, Qiongwei hurriedly put on her clothes and
left .

The old man watched her leave in a hurry. Finally, he turned around and went back.

An age-gap friendship not only brought many opportunities for the development of new ideas, but also brought
utter disaster . Ultimately, none of these new ideas were realized.

Some people were skeptical. "What's the use of just having scientific ideas! The economy is good, but the regime is
corrupted . It's better not to develop the economy at all! It's better not to do these things at all." Perhaps his busy work was justified.

"..." The old man had many more things to say, but he had no chance. None of them knew that this
departure would be their last.

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