The Beautiful Young Woman's Sorrow and Shame - Qianrong's Part

Qianrong's slender waist and the muscles on her two long, snow-white legs were all tightly clenched. The tender flesh around her anus seemed to be throbbing and squeezing with each thrust. The clitoris was throbbing and pulsating, and the muscles around it seemed to be taut and tight. The clitoris was throbbing and tight
... Hot water, which should rejuvenate a weary person, now seemed to have left Qianrong, motionless against the edge of the bathtub, as if she were dead.
She gazed at the car roof above, her large, bright eyes now brimming with tears; two clear streams, indistinguishable as tears or condensation from the hot water, flowed down her cheeks.
Her once fair and delicate body, brimming with youth and vitality, was now immersed in the gradually cooling water. Even through the steamy room, the bruises and welts were still shocking. She couldn't believe her boyfriend was so cowardly, so willing to push her into the clutches of those beasts
for his own safety. She was heartbroken, devastated, her heart bleeding. She, once a pampered princess, had everything so beautiful, but in these two days, it had all changed. Her body was covered in marks of pinching and biting; her shoulders and waist were covered in bruises from
his pinching and biting, and hickeys. Although everything had stopped, the torment she suffered at the hands of those men hadn't subsided. Even when immersed in hot water, she couldn't close her legs. Between her long, slender, snow-white legs, her once delicate and pink vulva, swollen and incapacitated from the penetration of countless men's instruments, was so painful she couldn't even close it. The slightest touch or friction from her legs sent her into excruciating pain.
She sobbed softly, biting her lip, curling up in near collapse, carefully moving her legs, pressing her knees against her battered, snow-white breasts—breasts that countless men had wanted to play with, and which had indeed been touched by countless men today. Her smooth back, slender waist, and full hips curved into perfect arcs with her movements.
She huddled in the small bathtub, her body bobbing up and down in the hot water. She thought of dying, but strangely lacked the courage. She felt so helpless and powerless, wishing so much that it was all just a nightmare, that when she opened her eyes again everything would be back to normal, that she could return to hosting her show at the television station, and live happily surrounded by her friends again.
But all of this was clearly just a dream, an unattainable luxury
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"Miss Zhao, how are you? Feeling much better after the shower?"
After showering, Qianrong put her clothes back on. A cool blue-green tank top and shorts, but without a bra or underwear. Qianrong didn't know which bastard had taken her underwear. Faced with this situation without underwear, she instinctively wanted to resist, but given her predicament, even if those people let her leave, she couldn't leave without clothes, so she could only reluctantly put her clothes back on.
The thin clothing... The clothes couldn't conceal the scars on Qianrong's body, nor could they hide her full, snow-white breasts. Looking in the mirror, she could see a large expanse of her beautiful breasts exposed above her neckline, the deep cleavage. Normally, she would be proud of her impressive breasts, but now, without a bra, the pain of having her nipples, bitten and chafed by the men, rubbed raw and unbearable, only fueled Qianrong's resentment towards herself for being born this way. Such a figure.
Her tiny shorts, forced upon her by Ye Zhengshun, were a very short style, and now, without underwear, not only were her two long, slender, snow-white legs completely exposed, but her ravaged vulva was also aching and itchy from the friction of the shorts. Coupled with the physical and mental torment, she almost cried. Qianrong, having
just finished showering in the large bathroom, sat numbly and completely broken in the large room of the RV. Ni Yu, dressed in his standard director's uniform, sat smilingly beside her. Across from him, looking at the alluring cleavage of her snow-white breasts, her loose-fitting off-the-shoulder neckline revealing a pair of long, slender, snow-white legs, he tried his best to close them, but couldn't. He could only sit with his legs slightly apart, making it clear to anyone with eyes what was going on, using his slender hands to try to cover the exposed area at the bottom of his trousers.
He said with a grin, "Today's filming is temporarily suspended. But to be honest, I'm not very satisfied with Miss Zhao's professional attitude."
"Satisfied? What would it take for you to be satisfied? Give me some more drugs, let someone rape me, and I'll shout 'It feels so good!' before you'll be satisfied?"
A tear of humiliation slid down Da Qianrong's cheek, tears streaming uncontrollably from her large eyes. She wiped them with the back of her hand, her full breasts heaving rapidly with arousal.
"No, of course not!" Ni Yu shook his head, saying helplessly, "Miss Zhao, I hope you understand, we're co-producing a film, not just randomly shooting some gimmicky news to sell. If it's for some kind of gimmicky effect, I can make you do a bestiality tonight, or have you run naked in a car, being dragged around the street."
Poor Qianrong thought to herself, the pain between her legs from the tearing of her panties and labia, the constant flow of honey from her vulva, the cold feeling of her panties being soaked with fluid, and the external pressure were almost driving her crazy. Seeing the woman reach out to unbutton her clothes, Qianrong instinctively tried to retreat, but because of the large movement, the pain between her legs, and the female doctor's follow-up question, "What? Do you really want those two gorillas to take your clothes off?", her petite body froze completely.
"You're shameless! You're not human!" Qianrong shouted, unable to contain herself any longer.
Ni Yu calmly accepted Qianrong's angry outburst, saying indifferently, "Judging from what just happened, Miss Zhao seems to be the one who enjoys shamelessness more, doesn't she?"
In a daze, she saw the female doctor's fair and delicate features, her long, slender fingers, seemingly born to hold a scalpel, touching the buttons on her collar like tender onions. Liu Lisha breathed softly, her movements gentle and careful. Poor Qianrong had completely lost the courage to resist, her petite body trembling uncontrollably. She neither took the initiative nor resisted, letting the female doctor unbutton her trench coat.
Thinking of everything that had just happened—being stripped naked by those men, then drugged and forced to have sex with them so lewdly, gang-raped—Qianrong's beautiful face quickly flushed with shame. Facing Ni Yu, she trembled with anger, "You're lying! You drugged me and forced me to do it!"
"Yes, no matter what you say, that's the real problem. What we need is a leading lady who doesn't need to be forced, who will take initiative during performances, and who will cooperate with the other actors on her own initiative without relying on drugs."
"If you, Ms. Zhao, take a closer look at the contract, you should notice that the screening range of the film we make for you is limited to a very small number of members. If you cooperate with us, it won't change your life, and you can even earn a lot of money. However, if you refuse to cooperate, everything will be different."
Looking at Qianrong, who was glaring angrily at him, Ni Yu continued, "Look, you're a popular idol, and you have such a handsome 'boyfriend'." When she heard the word "boyfriend," Qianrong's body trembled again. Two lines of tears, filled with anger at Peter's incompetence and uselessness, anger at his selfish actions, and the fact that her beloved boyfriend was such a person, which she only realized now, flowed again from her swollen eyes.
Peter, upon hearing Ni Yu mention him, was startled. His head, which had remained hidden, was now hunched over beside Qian Rong. He looked up fearfully at the renowned director before him, wondering what he would do next.
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“According to the pre-signed agreement and the maximum profit calculation, we can guarantee that what happened here tonight will not be reported outside. Uh, I hope you don’t misunderstand, it’s not that we’re afraid you’ll call the police or anything. My clients, hehe, or rather, Miss Zhao’s audience, are all prominent figures. Even if you expose this, it won’t do you any good. Furthermore, we have crucial witnesses to testify that everything was done voluntarily, right, Lao Ye, hmm?”
“Of course.” Since the bad guy had already committed the crime, he didn’t care about the rest. Ye Zhengshun, upon being mentioned, naturally nodded quickly in agreement.
And Peter? No matter how unwilling he was, how much he hated these people, after Ni Yu glanced at him, he still lowered his head in fear and stammered, "It was voluntary, our Qianrong was voluntary..."
"Chen Peter! Are you even a man?!" Qianrong, who had long since given up on Peter, couldn't bear to see him say such things again. She stood up and pointed at him, shouting in a delicate voice,
"Chen Peter, you're not a man! Get out! Get out!"
"Qianrong, I... Look at the current situation, no matter what, do what Director Ni says... I... I just wanted to protect you!"
Inside the RV, the beautiful and pure woman loudly rebuked her timid boyfriend, her full breasts trembling with energy from her heavy breathing. Looking at this woman with long, slender legs, even Ni Yu, who was used to seeing beautiful men, couldn't help but lick his lips slightly. He remained calm and composed, watching Qianrong angrily berate Peter until Peter fell silent and the young woman in front of him nearly fainted from anger. Only then did he have Ye Zhengshun bring out a document and place it on the tea table.
"That's right, Lisa, if you were to play the lead role, I'd be willing to pay for all the film myself."
"Alright, if there are no objections, Miss Zhao, please sign this supplementary agreement. After that, you can go back first. Um, I'll have Lao Ye bring you over if there's any work needed."
Qianrong glared angrily at Ni Yu. If looks could kill, her gaze now was definitely the kind that could kill. As for Ni Yu, even in this situation, he still smiled as he looked at the young woman in front of him.
"Peter, persuade your girlfriend. Otherwise, how about you find some people, maybe bring some dogs along, shoot more scenes, send the film to the newspapers and TV stations, and then we can talk about cooperation? Uh, but if that's the case, I'll just have to accept the loss, and Miss Zhao won't be very attractive to my clients anymore."
Knowing that his parents valued honor highly, and that he himself was extremely proud, Peter couldn't sit still when he heard Ni Yu's threats and quickly advised Qian Rong, "Qian Rong, don't be angry. Look at the situation now. Director Ni wants you to sign, so just sign."
"Chen Peter! You're not a real man! I really regret ever meeting you in this life!"
"Qian Rong, I'm doing this for your own good!"
"What, you're not happy? You think my skills are bad?"
"You, you..."
"If you don't sign, they won't let you go. Do you really want to be raped by a bunch of men again? Or do you really like it?" At this point, Peter Chen's words shifted to a question, even a thought running through his mind. It was unclear whether it was to shirk his responsibility or a form of hypnosis.
Qianrong couldn't bear the thought that after being raped, her boyfriend not only couldn't protect her but also said such things. "Fine, fine, Peter Chen, you say I like doing it with other men? Fine, I like it. Those men are much better than you." She hated herself. Her boyfriend's incompetence fueled her hatred for his selfishness. Qianrong picked up a pen, not even glancing at the supplementary clauses of the agreement, and scribbled her name. "You like watching me get raped, don't you, Chen Peter? From now on, if you don't watch, you're not a real man. Fine, are you satisfied now? Waaah..."
After signing her name, Qianrong could no longer bear it. She turned her back to the three men who disgusted her, slightly raising her chin, trying desperately to stop her sobs. But the tears of shame, humiliation, and even despair continued to flow, and her round, beautiful, snow-white shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
"Okay, then we'll handle this through an agreement from now on. Miss Zhao, don't worry, I'm a legitimate businessman. For me, only if you continue to maintain your current status as a popular AV actress and become even more famous will your films have a selling point."
"Peter Chen, from now on, you'd better take good care of your girlfriend. If anything happens to Miss Zhao, you'll be fully responsible."
"Yes, yes, I will definitely take good care of her."
...
Ye Zhengshun used his car to take Qianrong and Peter back to their residence. Upon entering the room, Qianrong, unable to bear it any longer, collapsed onto the bed and burst into tears. "
Damn it! It's all because you're so shameless! If you hadn't always worn such revealing clothes, how could you have ended up like this?"
She thought, "If you hadn't worried about your reputation, afraid of being called a cuckold, if you had called the police earlier, Qianrong wouldn't have been gang-raped." Peter Chen, drinking, watched Qianrong crying on the bed. He looked at her slender legs peeking out from under her shorts, the marks of rope binding her snow-white skin, the bruises, and her jade-like white feet. A fire quickly ignited within him.
"Thud!" Having suffered so much humiliation throughout the day, Peter threw down his bottle and viciously pounced on Qianrong.
"Peter Chen, what are you doing?" Qianrong, suddenly pinned down by Peter, cried out in terror, like a startled fawn.
"What are you doing?" Peter Chen, while pulling Qianrong's body towards him, searched for her mouth, forcing his lips close to hers, and simultaneously grabbed her breasts, kneading, squeezing, and pinching them, shouting, "I'll fuck you! What? Can't I?"
"Get out! I hate you!" Having endured a night of torment, Qianrong, who desperately needed comfort and someone to lean on, was so enraged by Chen Peter's actions that she wanted to kill him. She twisted her body violently, her beautiful face devoid of any color, determined to die rather than let him touch her. Qianrong's full breasts, through her clothes and Chen Peter's large hands, were almost completely pressed against his chest. She tried to back away, twisting her waist, her slender legs kicking the bed forcefully, even her lovely, white toes seemed to exert all their strength, curling and rubbing against the mattress.
"Ye Zhengshun, even if I, Zhao Qianrong, were to sleep with a pig or a dog, I wouldn't let you kiss me!"
The misty air and the high-temperature ambient light kept the temperature rising, giving Qianrong a faint pink hue. Her once lustrous black hair, much like her now, hung down, concealing her fair neck. She sat there silently, her usually bright and expressive eyes now devoid of any sparkle.
"Hate me? Didn't you say you couldn't sleep without me? What? You look down on me after being with those men?"
The usually refined Peter Chen transformed into a beast, his hands slipping inside Qianrong's vest, roughly kneading her breasts. Qianrong's firm breasts pressed tightly against his hands; with each squeeze and pinch, she could feel their astonishing elasticity. Qianrong's heart shattered at the thought of her boyfriend saying such things. Tears of despair and hatred welled in her beautiful eyes. Peter Chen, however, was oblivious. He continued kneading Qianrong's breasts, pinching her bright red nipples, savoring their elasticity and fullness. But this very quality fueled his madness. "Such beautiful breasts should have been mine alone, but now, now..." Peter Chen continued,
forcefully kneading Qianrong's breasts, pressing her down, and kissing her face repeatedly. Qianrong, filled with hatred for Peter's impotence, struggled... She twisted her body, dodging his lips as he pressed against hers, her slender arms bracing against Peter's chest to prevent him from pressing down on her.
In the intense struggle, Qianrong's top was lifted above her chest, and under the light, her full breasts, glistening with sweat and oil from the struggle, appeared even more alluring. Peter pressed down on Qianrong, kneading her breasts and moving closer to her face. However, aside from his hands, he couldn't go any further. Seeing that he couldn't subdue Qianrong, Peter, his eyes almost reddening, suddenly noticed the wardrobe beside him.
"How about we help you? We'd love to help you undress."
"Fine! You'd rather be gang-raped by those men than let me touch you, is that it?" Peter Chen's furious roar tore at Qianrong's heart. She had loved her boyfriend so much, even knowing those men had ill intentions, she had still risked her life for him. Now he was saying this to her—his words were like knives, cutting into Qianrong's heart again and again, making her feel that what flowed from Qianrong's eyes was not tears, but her heart bleeding.
...
Amidst Peter Chen's roar, Qianrong's soul seemed to be pulled from her body, and she abruptly stopped struggling. She stared blankly as Peter Chen leaped off her, then, after rummaging through drawers, pulled out a pair of handcuffs and pounced on her again.
As a modern woman, Qianrong's attitude towards sex was actually quite open, especially when sharing intimate moments with her boyfriend. To please him, they sometimes played little games together, like handcuffing one of them, and then... but all of that was done in a state of mutual enjoyment and pleasure.
When she saw Peter Chen pull out the handcuffs, Qianrong immediately understood his plan. She suddenly snapped back to reality, screaming and trying to run away, but a moment later... Peter Chen pounced on her and pinned her to the bed. With
her young body beneath him, Peter Chen could clearly feel how full and alluring Qianrong's figure was. He pressed her tightly, squeezing her full curves, panting. With a "click," he handcuffed her left hand, then continued to twist her body, pressing his lower body tightly against Qianrong's elastic buttocks. As he clearly felt his member pressing against those incredibly bouncy mounds, sliding towards the center of her buttocks, he yelled and roared, forcefully twisting Qianrong's other slender arm, handcuffing both hands behind her back, and then quickly and wildly pulling and tugging at her shorts in this position.
"Fine, you like being tied up like this and having sex with people, right? Okay, I'll do this to you every day from now on, huh? Happy now? Satisfied now? Huh?"
The thin shorts were pulled down by two long, slender, snow-white legs, and Qianrong's two stunningly curvaceous, snow-white buttocks quickly and boldly appeared before Peter. Glancing at these plump, beautiful buttocks that he had touched countless times, played with countless times, and even slapped countless times during games, Peter's lust instantly reached its peak.
He touched his thing, rubbing it between Qianrong's buttocks, suppressing Qianrong's still struggling body. After vaguely finding a position, without doing any preliminary movements, without even confirming what part it was, without realizing that it wasn't Qianrong's vagina at all, he thrust in immediately.
"Wow!"
The moment Peter's penis pierced her delicate anus, Qianrong felt as if her lower body was being torn apart, as if her whole body was being ripped open. She cried out in agony, her frail waist and slender back, with their exquisite curves, arching backward in an extreme shape. Even so, her full breasts, mostly pressed against the bed, looked as if they were about to burst from her front, squeezed there. Her
small anus was being penetrated by Peter's penis... The excruciating pain of the penetration caused Qianrong's legs to convulse, her beautiful, snow-white legs tensing as if in spasm. Even her perfect feet arched in agony, her jade-like toes clenching tightly as if about to snap off. With her
arms handcuffed, Qianrong wept helplessly, her black hair obscuring her sweat-drenched face. The pain of the penetration rendered her completely immobile—in reality, Qianrong's anus was not... Before she was even touched by those men's sex toys, her virgin territory had already been penetrated by men's penises. But like other sex toys, it was always done after thorough preparation, and she would be cleaned beforehand.
Enjoyment? How could I possibly enjoy any of this?
Her tender anus was completely dry, without a trace of moisture, exceeding Qianrong's limit. She cried out in agony, her body tense, her full breasts trembling as she struggled to breathe, as if only cold air could enter her lungs. She wanted Peter to remember their love and let her go. But Peter, seemingly insane, didn't care. He felt his penis inside Qianrong's body, the intense pressure, the feeling of being unable to move even an inch into a virgin's vagina, further fueling his lust. He vigorously moved his hips, pressing down on Qianrong's limbs, twisting his buttocks repeatedly, thrusting in, thrusting in, and in a little deeper, then out, in, in, and in again. Because this position, with her back pressed tightly against him, made movement difficult, Chen Peter's movements were not very fast, even quite slow. However, even so, the pain of Chen Peter's not-so-large penis piercing her delicate anus, the pain of her chrysanthemum feeling as if it were being torn apart, was not something Qianrong could endure. With each thrust of Peter Chen's penis into her anus, Qianrong let out a painful groan. With each thrust, her vagina throbbed, her fingers digging into her anus. She felt a sharp, agonizing pain, her body trembling. "Hmm? You slut? Don't you like being fucked? Hmm?"
Qianrong, who initially thought Ye Zhengshun was looking for her to film another one of those kinds of movies, was slightly taken aback and looked at the agent along with Chen Peter.
Chen Peter thrust in and out, shouting loudly. Qianrong didn't move at all, but simply followed his movements. Her snow-white body seemed to be lying on the ground like a frog with its front paws tied to its back, its two long, slender, snow-white legs spread apart, its toes clenched tightly, its back arched upwards, rubbing forward again and again, crying.
Chen Peter, who was pressed tightly against her, could clearly smell the fragrance emanating from this delicate body, and clearly feel the sensation of Qianrong's tender, snow-white buttocks pressing against his abdomen. 'These buttocks are meant to be possessed only by me, only by me!'
Inside the bedroom, the sheets stained with urine and feces had not been changed. The once cozy and lovely room, decorated in the pink and blue colors that Qianrong loved, was now filled with a nauseating stench, as if it were a manure.
"Wow!"
Thick, white semen sprayed into her tender anus. Poor Qianrong, this popular female AV actress, had just been raped by a group of men, and now she was being raped by her own boyfriend. She closed her eyes tightly, truly on the verge of tears.
Hot liquid shot deep into her rectum. Then, just as she thought Chen Peter had finally let her go, and the thick instrument was finally withdrawn from her anus, before Qianrong could even catch her breath, he grabbed her hair and pulled her up again.
"Bitch! You like men's dicks, right? Fine! I'll give you enough today."
Seemingly insane, Chen Peter pulled his penis out of Qianrong's body. Her tightly stretched anus felt like taut rubber; as the penis was withdrawn, there was even an incredible suction force, making a "pop" sound. Having ejaculated, Chen Peter, whose anger hadn't subsided, didn't catch his breath before grabbing Qianrong's head again, shoving his penis to her lips, forcing her to perform oral sex on him to help him recover quickly.
Poor Qianrong stared at Chen Peter's penis, which had just ejaculated, limp and hanging there like a rotten earthworm, still smeared with some yellowish substance. She had a guess at what it was and felt a wave of nausea. Before, whenever they played anally, Chen Peter was always very gentle, and even when he was a bit rougher, they would always wash up first for cleanliness.
Qianrong didn't know what had happened to her gentle and refined boyfriend, why he had become like this. She looked up in despair, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, pleading with Chen Peter to regain his senses and let her go. But where was Chen Peter's usual composure now?
"What's wrong, Qianrong? Weren't you happy when you were giving those men blowjobs? One wasn't enough, you had to do it with two at once, and now you're disgusted with me?"
Poor Qianrong was being held by the hair by Chen Ben, unable to resist at all, and could only keep her lips tightly closed to prevent that ugly thing from entering her mouth. Her breasts, which could be described as goddess-level, swayed violently with the movement of her body, full of flesh.
"Wow! Wow! Hurry up, do it properly! Aren't you supposed to be very skilled? Hurry up and do it properly!"
Amidst Chen Peter's beast-like roars, poor Qianrong's mouth was stuffed with the device. Originally, she was supposed to have sex every night, but now, with the device stuffed in her mouth, she felt a surge of desire. She was now being forced to have sex, and the device was being used to stimulate her ...
"Look, you have your life, but your life now, this kind of popular, high-profile AV production, on one hand you're an idol star, on the other hand you're so alluring and seductive, this is what attracts my clients."
Helpless, sorrowful tears streamed down Qianrong's cheeks, finally landing on her full breasts. In this situation, under such tragic circumstances, what Qianrong didn't notice was that her full breasts were already tightly clenched, and her nipples, almost broken from the rough handling of those men, were already erect.
Under Chen Peter's lewd power, although Qianrong was unwilling, she was ultimately forced to slowly lick Chen Peter's penis with her own tongue. Chen Peter, who was tightly pressing Qianrong's head down, only... He felt his penis being licked and stroked by Qianrong's little tongue. The warm sensation, the stimulation of his glans by the tip of her tongue, sent a jolt of energy through his body, then back down to his lower abdomen. The heat lingered there, creating a blissful feeling that made him feel like an immortal.
He closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the sensation for less than a minute. When he felt his penis rise again, he suddenly yanked Qianrong's hair. "Ouch!" Qianrong cried out in pain as her hair was pulled. Before she could even understand what was happening, she was pushed back onto the bed, and Chen Peter pounced on her again. This time, however, it wasn't a rear-entry position; he was on top of her, and without any foreplay, he thrust his penis into her vagina.
"How is it? My thing is pretty good, isn't it? Hmm? How does it compare to those other guys?"
"Ugh..."
The pain of the rape produced no pleasure whatsoever. Qianrong's vagina remained utterly dry, and she felt another wave of excruciating pain, as if she were about to die. Her two petals, already swollen and red from being gang-raped by the men, were squeezed into her vagina by Chen Peter's penis. Qianrong's entire body seemed to be electrocuted; her slender waist and beautiful shoulders arched upwards to an extreme degree. Her large, full breasts, especially, stood erect and throbbed with pain. On her two tender nipples, the pain was so intense that even the untouched milk ducts seemed clearly visible.
Qianrong gritted her teeth, letting out a bitter cry, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her pretty face contorted in agony. Her long, slender legs stretched out to the sides, bent and twisted, trembling uncontrollably from the pain of the penetration. Her beautiful feet were taut, as if about to snap a bowstring, all ten toes retracting towards the soles of her feet. She
was almost going mad. Looking at Qianrong beneath him, seeing her furrowed brows in pain, Peter Chen suddenly felt a pang of pity. Although he didn't truly want to marry her, and his intention was merely for them to have some fun, there was still love involved.
Seeing Qianrong's suffering, Peter Chen felt a pang of regret, thinking he shouldn't have gone so far. But then, remembering the beating he received yesterday, Qianrong being raped in front of him, even experiencing orgasm and pleasure, ultimately becoming someone who willingly gave in to those men— He seemed to have willingly confined himself to the very act of supporting those men who raped Qianrong, brought her to orgasm, and drugged her—once again fueling his rage.
In the examination room, the cold, gynecological examination bed sat alone. Surrounding this massive metal object, the film crew, Ni Yu, and two beautiful women in doctor's coats all stared at this popular female AV actress. In Qianrong's large, clear eyes, she seemed like a tiny Little Red Riding Hood surrounded by a pack of big bad wolves.
"You slut, don't you like this? Don't you like this thing? What's with that expression? Huh? You hate me, don't you? You don't want me to come, do you?"
"Ugh...uh..."
Her tender honey hole was already swollen and red from excessive intercourse, unable to even close. Not to mention inserting any instrument, even walking was unbearably painful due to friction. At this moment, after Chen Peter's thing entered her little hole, Qianrong couldn't utter a single word. With Chen Peter's frenzied thrusting, she twisted her waist violently, her legs instinctively stretching out to minimize the pain. Her tense body was drenched in sweat from the intense pain.
Chen Peter's large hands gripped her large breasts tightly, biting down hard on her nipple—not a kiss, but as if he wanted to crush the ruby, biting down with all his might.
"Ugh," Qianrong's eyes were misty with tears, and she let out another wail.
Chen Peter's other hand, gripping Qianrong's other large breast, pinched the large, white flesh with extreme force. The already bruised and purple flesh under his hands changed shape even more tragically. The flesh of the breast, which was almost too big to grasp in one hand, continued to overflow between his fingers. The red nipple was pinched and twisted with his nails, pulled hard, almost turning the full breast into a cone shape, making Qianrong feel as if her own nipple was about to be pulled off her large breast. The pain was almost unbearable, like she was going crazy.
During the thrusting of the penis, the swollen, red walls of her vagina, like the outer walls, were constantly being scraped by the glans. Qianrong felt like she was in hell. With each thrust, encouraged by Chen Peter's urging, her limbs, already raped all night, felt like they were about to fall apart. Even her flat stomach rippled with each intense slapping.
Yes, the doctors there have seen plenty of cases like this; they definitely wouldn't care about someone like you. But whether you care about them is anyone's guess.
Having been in a relationship for a long time, Peter, who was extremely familiar with his girlfriend's figure, seemed to have gone mad, yet he still maintained perfect control over Qianrong's advances.
Seeing that Qianrong showed no signs of climaxing, but for some reason, his stamina was unusually poor tonight, and he seemed about to lose control again. Suddenly, he thought of a ruthless plan. He continued to grip one of Qianrong's breasts tightly with one hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. His other hand reached between Qianrong's legs, to their point of contact. Using his fingers, he pinched the most sensitive spot inside Qianrong's delicate vulva, a spot she couldn't tolerate the most stimulation from.
"Ugh...no..."
Qianrong, who had felt nothing but pain and sorrow, suddenly felt a tingling, electric-like sensation rise from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Her mind, almost numb from the pain and sorrow, suddenly cleared. She felt an uncontrollable heat stimulating her bladder, her narrow waist and abdomen...
He continued to thrust rapidly, while forcefully pinching and rubbing that spot. Qianrong, who had initially refused to cooperate, suddenly clamped her legs together around her waist, moaning and groaning like a prostitute. Not only were her long, slender, snow-white legs clamping around him as if trying to break his waist, but even the walls of her vagina seemed to come alive, squeezing his penis as if they were moving.
Stimulated in her most sensitive spot, Qianrong couldn't help but moan and cry out. Her slender waist twisted wildly, making her full breasts swing up and down like rattles, almost causing Chen Peter to lose his grip and let his penis slip out of her honeyed hole.
"Wow..."
At that moment, the liquid gushing from deep within Qianrong's honeyed hole hit his glans, and he, who had been clenching his teeth to endure, finally couldn't hold back any longer. With a sudden tremor in his legs, he ejaculated a stream of cloudy white semen.
"Protect me! I think you just want to protect yourself, don't you?" Having witnessed this, Peter still tried to find excuses, and Qianrong's voice trembled with anger.
The next day, to the sound of a "Rainbow World" ringtone, Qianrong slowly opened her eyes.
In the room, sunlight was blocked by heavy, dark green curtains, casting a dim hue over everything in sight. The furniture, the chairs, the pink dressing table, the armchair in front of them—all were bathed in a hazy, numb light. Her mind was completely blank. Qianrong's starry eyes were slightly open, unable to discern her surroundings or where she was. But a second later, as she felt a slight chill on her nipples and gently moved her slender legs, an indescribable pain surged through her groin, like a thousand needles piercing her, reaching the depths of her mind. The pain of her swollen, ravaged vulva, the sudden surge of pain, made her quickly close her eyes. She bit her lip, letting out a soft moan. Even her pair of slender, snow-white feet, the delicate skin on the insteps, were tense with pain and sorrow. Her ten lovely toes were tightly clenched and curled.
In an instant, her thick nightgown vanished. Her hands, still cuffed behind her back, Qianrong recalled everything that had happened yesterday. She had been stripped naked in the photography studio, tightly bound with ropes, drugged, gang-raped, and what Peter had done to her after she returned. Memories flooded back like a torrent, surfacing from the depths of her mind.
An unbearable sorrow washed over her; she, who had been the center of attention, admired and adored, had been so cruelly wasted. Added to this was the seemingly indelible memory of her body being violated, the uncontrollable swelling and pain in her vagina, the throbbing in her chest, and a slight sting in her nose. Tears welled in Qianrong's eyes and slowly slid down her delicate cheeks.
In the dim light, he looked at Qianrong, her naked body, her slender arms twisted and handcuffed behind her back, pressed beneath her. Between her full breasts and rounded hips, her waist was so slender, her skin so smooth and delicate. Her long, slender legs and delicate feet were like jade. Her ten adorable toes seemed like polished white jade, her small, fleshy soles possessing a delicate, pinkish texture.
Chen Peter looked at Qianrong, at her naked body lying on that bed stained with foreign matter and excrement. She looked so powerless, so weak, so pitiful. Yet, at the same time, it was precisely this helpless, powerless appearance that aroused his desire to trample on her, igniting his lust.
This body had once intoxicated him time and time again, had once driven him mad with desire time and time again. Day and night, in this room, in the car, in those secluded corners chosen for a fresh thrill, he had repeatedly pulled Qianrong into his arms, tasting her breasts, sucking their sweet juices, and thrusting his penis into her body. Qianrong, in turn, had repeatedly sucked on his penis, responding wildly to him. Chen Peter had had countless girlfriends, but he had to admit that none of them possessed even half of Qianrong's allure. Even the very few among them, whose breasts might be larger and fuller than Qianrong's, could not maintain such a pure appearance while simultaneously exuding that flirtatious, charming, wild, and passionate quality in bed.
Once upon a time, he had genuinely considered marrying her and taking good care of her for the rest of his life. But at some point, that feeling gradually faded. Now, after Qianrong was gang-raped, the first thought that popped into his mind was that this woman was shameless, always dressing like this to seduce men. He absolutely couldn't let anyone know
he was being cuckolded; he had to protect his reputation and get rid of this woman as soon as possible. Chen Peter, his body covered in bruises, stared blankly at Qianrong on the bed. He looked at her plump thighs, spread wide apart in pain, the... The woman's secret cave.
Qianrong's vulva was originally so tight, her pink labia so alluring, always making him want to insert his fingers, lick and suck. But now, not only could it not close, but it was swollen and open, and even her charming little hole, because of excessive penetration, had become like the mouth of a small fish, unable to close. Furthermore, because he hadn't washed after having sex with Qianrong last night, there was still some undried white semen flowing out, sticky and thick, soaking into the valley.
Chen Bi looked at Qianrong, at her two large, full breasts, like two jade bowls inverted... Her chest, untouched by artificiality, possessed perfectly rounded, clearly defined breasts. Peter Chen had always been proud of his girlfriend's beautiful breasts. But today, these breasts, which he had once cherished so deeply, which he had never tired of playing with and kissing, were now covered in the handprints of other men. They were swollen and red, even the nipples had been pinched raw by those bastards.
Now, Qianrong's limbs were covered in injuries and bruises. Yet even so, even though the bruises and black marks of binding seemed like black venomous snakes, coiling around her delicate, sculpted body, her pair of fair and tender feet... Yet, she remained unchanged, just as before, possessing the same desire to inspire every man to gently tickle her tender pink soles with his tongue, to lightly caress them with his teeth, and to vigorously gnaw and lick her adorable toes.
On Greya's large bed, Qianrong lay on her own excrement and filth, inhaling the stench, her body slightly turned to the side, her hair obscuring one side of her face. Her large breasts trembled gently with each breath from her small nose. A pang of shame gripped Chen Peter's heart. He held his phone, intending to let Qianrong answer, but seeing her crying, he ultimately answered it himself.
"Hello? Brother Ye?" Chen Peter, inwardly terrified and fearful of this seemingly gentle man, yet daring not to be disrespectful, feigned respect.
"Oh? It's Peter? How is it? Did Qianrong rest well last night?"
"Hmm...it's alright..." Looking at the crying Qianrong, Peter Chen felt a little embarrassed. This was his girlfriend, but he was now terrified that people would find out he had forced himself on her, afraid they would beat him for it.
"Yeah, if you hadn't held back, she wouldn't be so disobedient now, taking so long to undress."
"Oh, that's good. I'll be there in ten minutes. Tell Qianrong to get ready, I'm taking her out later."
The call ended, but Peter Chen, holding the phone, felt a strange unease about how to tell Qianrong. Poor Qianrong continued to cry, her body naked, her two slender legs, one straight out, the other bent. Although she was unwilling, and didn't want to expose her body to Peter Chen like a prostitute, the swelling and pain in her vagina forced her to remain in that position, lying there.
She felt wronged and overwhelmed with unbearable pain, yet she had no one to confide in. The recurring images of her rape and gang rape flashing through her mind completely broke her. The once sharp-tongued and talented woman was now a fragile girl, utterly helpless except to cry.
Peter Chen looked at her, at her breasts, made even more prominent by her hands being pinned beneath her, and her slightly protruding belly. Her black hair partially obscured her face, her eyes half-closed, tears streaming down her face, as if she didn't want him to see. Standing there, filled with guilt, Peter Chen found the key to the handcuffs among a pile of sex toys in the wardrobe.
He got onto the bed, intending to unlock Qianrong's handcuffs. But the moment his fingers touched her slender arms, bearing the marks of binding, Qianrong recoiled as if electrocuted, pulling away from him.
In the living room, Peter Chen, who had just been woken by his phone ringing and had just put on his underwear, felt a jolt in his heart when he saw the name "Ye Zhengshun" on the caller ID.
"Janis... I..." Peter Chen felt as if something was stuck in his throat, unable to speak. He looked at the naked beauty in front of him, Qianrong, who, even though she had turned her body to avoid his fingers, still couldn't close her long legs, which were spread apart, and she was even groaning softly because of this position. He said weakly, even he himself couldn't believe it, "Janis, don't worry, I will definitely not let those guys get away with it."
In the bathroom, the warm water quickly filled the entire bathtub. Qianrong, who had been handcuffed all night, still felt that her hands were not very flexible, and she gently stretched her arms, massaging the marks on her wrists. Although she had slept for a long time, she still felt weak all over, even to the point of feeling like she didn't have the strength to stand. She leaned against the edge of the bathtub.
Her fair fingers, delicate and pretty, were painted with a new light pink Anino nail polish—the kind of hands that immediately made others think that the woman with such beautiful hands must be an extremely beautiful woman.
Qianrong silently put her right hand into the water. The water was warm and comfortable, but sitting on the edge of the tub, she seemed not to feel it, simply extending her right hand and gently stirring the hot water.
She silently gazed at the pink and blue bathroom tiles with angel patterns. In a daze, almost unconsciously, she parted her slender legs and stepped over the edge of the tub.
In the massage tub, large enough for her and Peter to bathe together, her beautiful body slowly sank into the water. Her delicate, fair feet, slender legs, full, rounded buttocks, and waist swayed like a water snake. Qianrong's body sank inch by inch into the warm water. The moment her alluring, secluded valley, her swollen petals, touched the hot water, the painful, sorrowful stimulation caused her to furrow her brows again. The deep breaths caused by the pain and sorrow made her entire body tense; underwater, her toes curled and clenched in agony.
"Ugh..."
She couldn't tell if it was because the hot water intensified the stimulation of her swollen, painful vulva, or because the resentment and longing within her rose again. In this bathroom where there was no one else but herself, Qianrong could no longer control herself and cried once more.
Qianrong truly didn't understand what had happened. Why had everything been so wonderful just two days ago, and now, now it had become like this?
The warm water submerged her delicate body, until almost her entire body was underwater. Her full breasts and slender limbs were reflected in the water, only her rounded shoulders and the jade-like hand that touched her face were visible. Qianrong cried uncontrollably, her mind blank, not knowing how to face all of this, her family, relatives, work, even her fans.
Large tears streamed down her face, falling continuously from between her fingers. She wished this could all be a dream, and that when she opened her eyes again, it would all disappear completely, that it was all just a dream. "I'm sorry, Brother Ye, Qianrong always takes a long time to shower." In the living room of the apartment, Chen Peter respectfully placed a cup of coffee on the tea table, his head bowed weakly, not even daring to glance at the man who had entered his home.
" It's alright, it's alright. Girls are like that, you know, you know." Ye Zhengshun, still dressed in his standard media agent attire, wore a Landon suit and tie as usual, impeccably groomed. As he spoke, he put his hands behind his back, not even glancing at the young man, and turned his gaze to Qianrong's bedroom, which was separated from the bathroom by only a door, and walked in with a professional smile. Looking at the room, which was completely different from what he remembered, Ye Zhengshun instinctively frowned, glancing at Chen Peter beside him who looked like a child who had done something wrong. He naturally covered his mouth and nose with his hand, and as if a wicked sense of amusement had suddenly arisen, pointed to the foreign object on the bed and asked, "Qianrong's?" "Hmm? Hmm..." "Haha, you're really lucky, kid!" With a hand on Peter Chen's shoulder, Ye Zhengshun continued, "You guys are this good at this even on ordinary days?" "Uh...no..." Peter Chen said weakly, wanting to punch the man but lacking the courage to actually do it. Seeing Peter Chen's embarrassment, Ye Zhengshun laughed again, though he still frowned slightly after separating his nose. But soon, an expression of discovery, like someone discovering a new continent, appeared on his face. Seeing this, Peter Chen stimulated Qianrong's sensitive spots even faster. The stimulation of her sensitive areas drove Qianrong almost mad, making her scream, shout, and twist her legs, oblivious to the surroundings. In her tender honeypot, amidst increasingly intense contractions, Qianrong's snow-white, delicate body suddenly convulsed as the large penis thrust deep into her honeypot, urethra, and anus, simultaneously gushing out three streams of hot fluid. "Ugh... Wow..." The brightly colored wardrobe door was pulled open, and inside a single-layered compartment, Ye Zhengshun unexpectedly saw not only Qianrong's underwear he was looking for, but also a rare set of role-playing erotic costumes. "Catgirl, maid outfit, policewoman uniform, nurse uniform... Wow? What's this? An enema? Peter, is this for yourself or for Qianrong?" "..." "Haha, no need to say more, I understand. I didn't realize Qianrong, who looks so innocent, is actually so flirtatious. Hey, it must be hard for you to satisfy her all by yourself, right? It's okay, many people will help you in the future. By the way, how's Qianrong's oral skills? Are they good?" "Uh..." "Judging from your expression, they must be very good. Hmm, I'll have to let her have a taste later. What? Peter, you're not unhappy, are you?"

"No, no, Qianrong really enjoys giving oral sex. It's a blessing for her that Brother Ye lets her do it." Peter Chen harbored a desire to kill Ye Zhengshun, but the terror of being beaten again prevented him from uttering even a slightly louder word.
He mumbled weakly, watching Ye Zhengshun shamelessly sniff Qianrong's underwear, and could only stand there helplessly.
Time flew by, and about half an hour later, after Peter Chen knocked on the door for what seemed like the umpteenth time, Qianrong finally opened the bathroom door. A light mist followed, and Qianrong, wrapped only in a white towel, slowly emerged from the large bathroom. She still looked extremely tired; her still-damp hair clung to her, some strands sticking to her forehead. Her entire demeanor remained fragile and helpless, filled with a sense of powerlessness, her eyes filled with... Sadness and confusion filled her eyes. But when she saw Ye Zhengshun standing in the bedroom, playing with her own underwear, her previously listless eyes were suddenly filled with astonishment.
The delicate Qianrong stared at Ye Zhengshun, unable to believe that this shameless man would be in her bedroom, even shamelessly smelling her favorite purple silk underwear with a bear pattern.
And Ye Zhengshun? He looked at Qianrong, who had just emerged from her bath, like a swan emerging from its water, her snow-white body... Soaked in hot water for a long time, her skin turned a rosy pink. Beneath her rounded shoulders, her full breasts were covered by a bath towel; although only a small portion of her cleavage was visible, the water droplets made her pectoral muscles appear remarkably defined.
Ye Zhengshun looked at Qianrong from head to toe, at her long, slender, snow-white legs, mostly exposed, her delicate feet bare on the ground, her ten adorable toes clenched and curled with unease, her bright red nail polish... He remembered the night before last... Having tasted the pleasures of a beautiful dream, the once-serious agent sneered, "Hey, Qianrong! I've been waiting for you for ages. How about it? How should I punish you? Should I use my little mouth to please my little brother?"
Her eyes, which had been filled with astonishment, suddenly blazed with hatred. Hating the man who had betrayed her, Qianrong's alluring breasts heaved rapidly with the rage within her, and her delicate face twitched with pain.
(The unexpected turn of events was quite surprising. He hadn't expected Qianrong to retaliate so fiercely after he'd only made a joke. Since he'd already done the dirty work, he didn't care what the girl thought of him. A wicked, ruthless glint flashed in Ye Zhengshun's eyes, but his expression remained unchanged. He made an apologetic gesture, "It was just a joke, why are you so angry? I've seen you naked so many times already, I even have copies of the tapes on my phone."
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Peter, you're lucky! You know, for women to give oral sex, it has to be consensual for it to be enjoyable. Okay, I'm going to sit in the living room for a while. You hurry up and change your clothes, we're going to the hospital soon."
"The hospital?")
"Yes! The hospital. After what happened yesterday, how can you not go to the hospital for a checkup? Director Ni really cares about his actors."
For some reason, even though these people were the ones tormenting and bullying her, these words brought a warm feeling. Qianrong, who had been cheerful but had cried countless times in the past two days, felt a lump in her throat after hearing Ye Zhengshun's words. Her long eyelashes framed her large eyes, and tears welled up again.
"Okay, okay, don't stand there anymore. Hurry up and change your clothes. Peter, you don't need to go today."
"Okay, thank you..." Peter quickly replied, relieved to hear he didn't need to go.
Qianrong instinctively turned away, wiping away the tears welling in her eyes, but then she suddenly thought of her injuries. If she went to the hospital for a checkup, and people spread the word about her appearance, "But, I, this, what if..."
"Relax," Ye Zhengshun said casually as he walked towards the outer hall, as if he already knew what Qianrong was worried about. "You're so worried, aren't you? You're so worried, aren't you? You're so worried, aren't you?" Ye
Zhengshun's words reassured Qianrong considerably, but what she didn't know was that Ye Zhengshun was inwardly chuckling maliciously.
As for Peter, the threats, humiliations, and beatings he had suffered that day had led him to pull out a whole bottle of whiskey and drink it straight from the bottle without ice. The two (who were once a golden couple, enjoying the admiring glances of everyone)... Now, suddenly faced with such a drastic change, no one could bear it for a moment. Whenever he thought of Qianrong's charming, snow-white body, to be violated by countless men, to be seen naked by countless people, and to have to fawn over those men, Peter's anger would quickly rise.
Because of his rage and lust, Peter thrust in and out at his fastest speed, but unexpectedly, because his penis was tightly gripped in Qianrong's anus, and because of her bent position, he didn't thrust for long before he felt a surge of heat rush to the head of his penis, and he couldn't control himself and ejaculated.
"What are you doing? Didn't you bring me here..."
In the hospital examination room, when Qianrong saw the bright lights, sunshades, and the crew of film crews around her, a look of horror quickly appeared on her beautiful face.
"Of course, it's to check your figure, but as you know, this hospital is very expensive. If it were just pure rehabilitation treatment, the production team would have to spend too much money, so we had to change pure treatment into a combination of treatment and advertising. Isn't that great? One thing is cheap, two things go!" After Qianrong's death, Ye Zhengshun placed his large hands on Qianrong's shoulders. Even through the thick shoulder pads of her trench coat, he could still feel the roundness of her fragrant shoulders. With only a few centimeters between his body and her delicate body, he smelled the fragrance of her flowing hair and felt her delicate body trembling with terror as he spoke lewdly.
Looking at the cold iron bed, Qianrong's expression turned deathly pale with terror, and her petite body trembled slightly. Trembling. Although she had already been raped and filmed such movies, and even harbored some thoughts of acceptance, poor Qianrong still couldn't bear the thought of continuing and posing in such shameful positions.
She had always been admired and treated like a treasure, but now she had fallen to this state. The popular actress stood there in horror, her legs and slender feet, encased in jeans and studded boots, seemingly nailed to the spot beneath her brown-yellow fitted trench coat. Because of the bruises on Qianrong's body, Ye Zhengshun hadn't insisted she wear revealing clothes. And because of the events of the past two days, Qianrong, out of self-protection, naturally chose clothing contrary to her usual attire.
"Alright, we've been waiting for you all this time. Hurry up and take off these clothes. Dean Sha, do you think this script is okay?" Director
Ni, still wearing his standard director's uniform, roared at Qianrong as usual, then chatted with the two handsome doctors beside him about the script.
The two ladies in the examination room, the one called Dean Sha, was a lady who seemed very intellectual and talented, yet also gave off an unapproachable aura. She wore scholarly square glasses, and her long hair was permed into large, loose waves that casually draped over her shoulders. She wore a white doctor's coat paired with a tight-fitting, pleated black and red top, and a pencil-thin skirt that reached her knees. The white coat accentuated her figure, while the other female doctor, who seemed to be her assistant, was a woman with a very approachable demeanor. She had her long, flowing hair pulled back in two hairpins, seemingly for convenience while working. She had fair, delicate skin, a slender figure, a beautiful nose, and lips that exuded an intellectual charm. Her alluring eyes always seemed to hold a faint smile, and the smoky makeup that created a slightly upturned effect at the corners of her eyes added to her appealing intimacy, while also possessing a captivating charm unique to mature women.
Poor Qianrong stared in horror at the people before her, her beautiful eyes filled with terror, like a child abandoned among a group of adults, helplessly observing everything.
"Janis, why aren't you changing your clothes? Didn't the director tell you to take them off quickly?"
Danny and George, these two large Western men, seeing Qianrong standing there dumbfounded, seemed to have a problem with her trench coat that accentuated her figure. Seeing her inaction, they felt they should help this pretty young woman, and simultaneously opened their arms, walking over with wicked grins.
No, no…
The shadows of the two foreigners gradually loomed over Qianrong, the pitiful, popular actress cried out in her heart, yet she had no courage to resist. She raised her slender arms to protect her delicate body. Her tender frame trembled beneath her trench coat, and her beautiful face was completely drained of color. Poor Qianrong felt her heart pounding rapidly, the sound growing louder
and louder, as if it were about to burst from her chest. She retreated step by step, but the reality before her made escape impossible. Even the slightest movement of her legs was enough to render her immobile, unable to move at all. The bruised, swollen labia, torn by her underwear, the pain and the body's resistance, all made her unable to move. She bit her lip, resisting the tearing sensation, her body revealing a desire that no one else could see, a very obvious curve appearing between her full upper body and legs.
"Ugh..."
Beneath the thick trench coat, her fair breasts trembled and tensed in the dark, unseen darkness, accompanied by heavy breathing. It was unclear whether it was from the horror or the tearing pain in her lower body, but the nipples of her full breasts, covered by her bra, were erect. Just as Qianrong's delicate body was about to fall into Danny and George's hands again, her legs, taut within her jeans, were unable to move due to the excruciating pain of the tearing pain. "Hey, what are you doing? You should be checking your lines right now." He Suo's beautiful figure, seemingly an angel, appeared behind the two foreigners.
The two tall foreigners turned around, and without even thinking, just hearing that clear and pleasant voice, they quickly guessed who was speaking—the actual person in charge of the advertisement shoot, the chief physician of this hospital: Liu Shali.
Looking at her, she was wearing a white coat, just like Dean Sha. Under the open collar, a green fitted cashmere coat was revealed, her back was straight and slender, and her breasts were full and firm. Under the short pencil skirt, a pair of slender and straight legs were even and straight, combined with black transparent lace stockings and black high heels, she was an indescribably alluring beauty. Danny quickly opened his arms, waved his hands, and said loudly: "No, no, we didn't think of anything."
"Yes, we just want to get to work as soon as possible. So many people are waiting for her here, I think Janis would also think it's inappropriate." "
Is that so?" The beautiful female doctor gave the two very tall, muscular men a playful look, especially their already bulging little thongs. Seemingly unintentionally, she licked her lips slightly, and said coquettishly, "Why are you two in such a hurry? After filming starts, she won't be happy with you, will she? Now hurry up and memorize your lines, otherwise we'll waste film. Director Ni has a big temper."
The female doctor's voice was delicate, yet there was an indescribable allure in it. Hearing it, the two foreign men felt as if a cat was scratching their hearts, making their whole bodies feel tingly and itchy.
"Who cares about the film!"
the two foreign men shouted, their four eyes fixed on the beautiful female doctor like hungry wolves. Lisa covered her red lips with her hand, seemingly unfazed by their unbridled gazes, instead focusing even more on her figure, thrusting out her ample breasts. Her full breasts beneath her cashmere sweater trembled slightly with the movement of her shoulders and back, a sight that perfectly conveyed the meaning of "about to burst forth."
Danny and George stared wide-eyed, their mouths practically watering. Amidst a burst of giggles, the two tall foreign men walked past Qianrong and stood before her.
This lady, with her smoky eye makeup, carefully examined Qianrong. Seeing the terrifying figure of the popular actress standing there, her cute and innocent face seemed to be... The word "horrified" was etched on her face. Beneath her long eyelashes, her bright, clear eyes seemed on the verge of bursting into tears under the pressure. Her long legs, encased in jeans, were noticeably separated, her upper body protruding forward due to the posture. Even though a thick trench coat concealed her alluring figure, her full breasts still visibly protruded. Her slender waist, with its S-curve profile, accentuated the roundness of her hips. The
female doctor sighed softly, "Eh, just starting this job, not used to it yet?"
How could I possibly be used to it!
Indeed, if I didn't undress myself, did I really expect those two foreign women to do it for me?
"No!"
As one button at her neck was gently undone, slender, fair fingers moved to the second, long and delicate, with nail polish painted a clear, shimmering shade. Just as she was about to undo the next button, Qianrong suddenly reached out, her delicate fingertips grasping the female doctor's fair hand. "
What? Are you thinking about those men?" The female doctor raised her eyes, her beautiful pupils revealing a questioning look.
"I...I came myself..." Poor Qianrong, almost on the verge of collapse, bit her lip, uttering this tiny sound between her small teeth.
The beautiful female doctor's delicate face flushed red and then turned white. She was ashamed, filled with humiliation, and even as she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't help but want to cry. Qianrong had always been proud of her charming and alluring body, enjoying the attention and lingering gazes of others. But all of that was based on mutual consent; never before had she been forced to display her beautiful body.
Looking at Qianrong, whose eyes were brimming with tears, the female doctor spoke again... He sighed, "I know you don't like it this way, but that's reality, and you can't avoid it. So, since you can't avoid it, my only advice to you is: since you can't change everything, why not just enjoy it all?"
Watching his penis slide back and forth on Qianrong's lips, unable to penetrate, Chen Peter was enraged. He grabbed Qianrong's throat, and the poor Qianrong felt a choking sensation, instinctively opening her lips. Chen Peter seized the opportunity and quickly thrust his penis into Qianrong's mouth. Then he pressed Qianrong's head down, burying her face tightly between his thighs.
Qianrong's beautiful eyes were filled with despair and hopelessness. She stared at the female doctor who spoke so casually, her eyes closed amidst the lecherous stares of the surrounding men and the lustful gazes of two tall, muscular men. Tiny tears began to well up beneath her long eyelashes.
The pitiful, popular actress trembled, reaching out her small, delicate hand, her slender, white fingertips, like the graceful fingers of an orchid, to the buttons of her trench coat. Qianrong endured the feeling that the whole world was swaying, the dizziness as if she were about to suffocate under the gaze of the crowd, as she unbuttoned her coat.
Her normally nimble and slender fingers now seemed incredibly clumsy; she couldn't even undo a single button. Beneath the trench coat, her breasts, which initially appeared not particularly full, heaved with each step. Qianrong's delicate face flushed a deep, rosy red from her rapid breathing. Her tan coat, trembling slightly in her skillful hands, slipped down her delicate shoulders, revealing a black undergarment. Then, with the movements of her delicate fingers, the black undergarment was slowly removed.
In the eyes of the world, Qianrong felt like a prostitute. Although the past two days had felt like a nightmare, at least a small moral line remained in her heart: "I was forced by those people, it wasn't my own choice." Even after accepting the situation, she comforted herself with these words. But now, knowing they were going to rape her, she had willingly taken off her clothes. Qianrong's...

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