Amateur Pleasure

Chapter One: Bubble Master~
In the bedroom, less than seven square meters in size, a small wooden bed, about a meter wide, was crammed in. A person lay on the bed, limbs irregularly bent, ribs clearly visible, and waistline sunken into loose, faded blue underwear, the center of the underwear bulging upwards, seemingly concealing a rod-like object. Opposite the bed was an old-fashioned computer desk, cluttered with pirated CDs, books, a teacup, a lamp, a UPS, a mouse, and a 17-inch flat-screen color monitor. Oh, and there was an open beverage can, used as an ashtray by the bedroom's occupant. "Ring...ring!" The phone, hidden by a pile of CDs and books, rang precisely at 7:30 in the morning. After ringing about ten times, the person in bed began to stir and fuss. He hunched over, climbed out of bed, squinted, pushed aside the stack of CDs, and found the phone. "Jiang Hong, get up, it's 7 o'clock." A deep, middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the line. "Oh, Dad, I know," came a series of yawns and indistinct, muffled sounds from the other end. Jiang Hong rubbed his throbbing temples and trudged wearily into the bathroom. After taking a shower, he stood naked in front of the mirror, staring at his thin reflection, and couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness. He's 23 years old, his career is a mess, and his love life is a complete blank. He's under 1.7 meters tall and weighs 95 pounds, and his looks are just average… He's a heavy smoker, smoking two packs a day, can't eat without beer, and loves strong tea… Why do he have so many flaws… Oh right, I almost forgot, he's also quite lecherous. Sigh! The more he thinks about it, the more depressed he gets. He haphazardly grabbed a set of clothes from his closet, pulled them on, and went out. It's only a 10-minute walk from his home to his workplace, and he sped along, his old bicycle giving it its last bit of life. For Jiang Hong, cycling to work in the morning is his only way to exercise, so he's very mindful of the time he spends on the road. Today was good; he arrived at the company in 6 minutes. As soon as Jiang Hong entered the company gate, he bumped into Yao Shengli, the computer department manager, who was coming out. Jiang Hong plopped down on the ground, glaring angrily at his manager and best friend who was laughing heartily at him. Yao Shengli helped Jiang Hong up, but "lifted" would be a more accurate word than "helped." At 1.82 meters tall and weighing 160 pounds, Yao Shengli was a stark contrast to Jiang Hong—one tall and fat, the other short and thin. Jiang Hong brushed the dirt off his pants, still furious that Yao Shengli had just grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. He said angrily, "Fatty, are you in such a hurry to reincarnate?! Damn it!" Yao Shengli stopped laughing and apologetically straightened Jiang Hong's already wrinkled collar. "Hehe, I won't say much more. My friend's wife from Hebei will be at the train station in about 20 minutes. I have to hurry and pick her up. Tell the boss's wife I'm going to the development zone for business. Bye! I'll treat you to drinks later." Jiang Hong shrugged enviously as he watched Yao Shengli get into the taxi. Yao Shengli was a year older than him. They used to work at the same computer company. He repaired computers, while Yao Shengli joined the company as a computer salesman after Jiang Hong had been repairing computers for a year. His eloquence, outstanding performance, and many other advantages led him to become the branch manager in his second month. That's when they met. They hit it off immediately, often exchanging classic pornographic films. Jiang Hong taught him how to bypass the telecommunications blockade of Taiwanese adult websites using proxy servers, while Yao Shengli would directly send the BT torrents to Jiang Hong after finding good movies and pictures. Six months prior, Yao Shengli met Wu Jie, a girl working in sales at another computer company, through business dealings. Their feelings quickly intensified, like a wildfire igniting in the forest. At the same time, a client Yao Shengli was about to finalize a deal with suddenly switched to another company, causing his company to lose 200,000 yuan. This company happened to be the one where Wu Jie worked. Jiang Hong didn't inquire about the details, but shortly after Yao Shengli was demoted, he was dismissed for consistently being late. Yao Shengli also resigned and chose to work at his current company as the computer department manager. After being cooped up at home for several months, Jiang Hong found a job as a network administrator at an internet cafe. Not long ago, Yao Shengli called him to work at the company, where he was also doing computer repairs. He had nothing much to do all morning, and Jiang Hong was happy to have some free time. He went to the copier section to watch the technicians repair copiers, chatting idly about everything under the sun. He thought he could just coast until lunchtime, but at 11 o'clock, the boss's wife smiled and said to him, "Little Jiang, you'll have to make a trip. Mr. Yang's good friend's laptop has a problem. Here's the address and phone number." She handed him a note. Finally, she added with concern, "Be careful on your bike!" Fortunately, the distance wasn't far; he arrived in about ten minutes. This was Jiangcheng Second Prison. This prison, not far from the city, was very unassuming. The staff dormitory was also located inside, quiet and peaceful. The four high walls looked somewhat flimsy, and the weeds in the corners never grew. Several inmates were squatting in one corner cleaning, seemingly enjoying a sunbath in the 30-degree heat. A prison guard, holding a baton and smoking a cigarette, stood in the shade of a tree. This was nothing like the soldiers standing at attention at the main gate, guns at their sides, motionless under the scorching sun. Following the address on the note, Jiang Hong arrived at the innermost cell and knocked on the door. "Who is it?" a young girl's voice came from inside. "I'm here to fix a computer," Jiang Hong replied. The door opened, and a tall, slender young woman appeared before him. "Lucky me, a real beauty," Jiang Hong thought with a secret delight. "The computer's in the room on the left. My dad hasn't come home from get off work yet." The woman's voice was pleasant, though her tone was somewhat arrogant. The air conditioning in the room was on, instantly dispelling the summer heat. "These are just malicious website ads. You can delete them with a tool and they won't pop up and scare you anymore," he said, pointing to the pop-up dating ad page, his hand moving rapidly with the mouse. The woman casually agreed, preoccupied with trimming her long, beautiful fingernails. Jiang Hong tilted his head, secretly observing her. Her skin was so smooth and fair, her long, flowing hair tinged with a yellowish hue, a few strands falling perfectly into the cleavage accentuated by her tank top. Even more alluring were her snow-white, flawless thighs beneath her denim miniskirt, the gap between the skirt and the fabric sparking his imagination. He swallowed hard, forcing his gaze away from her beautiful legs, and smoothly finished repairing the laptop, but his mind was still filled with images of her cleavage and legs. Good heavens, if this continued, he was bound to make a mistake; he was turning into a lecherous beast. He frantically rubbed his temples, trying to reassure himself that he'd spend 50 yuan to cool down after he got paid. "Is there anything else wrong?" He'd been there for less than 10 minutes, and less than 3 of that time had been spent repairing the computer; most of the time he'd been peeping at the beautiful woman. However, the beautiful woman kept her legs crossed, preventing any of the glaring exposure he had anticipated, but it was enough for Jiang Hong to fantasize. Since she hadn't even glanced at him once since entering the room, he felt there was no point in staying any longer. A wave of inferiority washed over him; he just wanted to leave, go home, have dinner, and then get a nice hour's sleep. The beautiful woman looked up, took the mouse, and made a few quick adjustments. "No problem." Without even a thank you, Jiang Hong sullenly packed up his software bag and got up to leave. "Oh, right, there's one more small problem I don't know if you know how to do?" The beautiful woman seemed to remember something and opened Bubble Fighter on the desktop. "Look, I can't type Chinese here, and I can't switch input methods. I could at the school's internet cafe." After downloading a bubble input method patch for XP, Jiang Hong pressed the spacebar while holding down the Ctrl key, and Smart ABC immediately switched to Chinese. "Alright, now I can type Chinese." He skillfully entered his username and password and joined the pirate ship map. "Let me try it out." After finishing a game of pirate ship, Jiang Hong's elusive bubble input method easily eliminated all the enemies. Glancing to the side, he saw the beautiful woman staring wide-eyed at the screen. Only after the second round ended in the same way did she exclaim in surprise, "I never thought I'd meet a real Bubble Fighter master! How are you so good at this? Your timing is so precise! No way! Teach me!" Seeing the woman's incredulous praise, her beautiful eyes shining with admiration, Jiang Hong chuckled sheepishly. He wouldn't dare embarrass himself in other games, but he was indeed quite good at Bubble Fighter. Actually, he hadn't spent much time playing; perhaps he just had some talent. He let her play a round on her own and found that she could barely connect bubbles, and didn't even know some basic techniques. While teaching her how to connect bubbles, he also learned some information about her through chat. The girl's name was Yin Ning, a sophomore majoring in foreign languages at Zhejiang University, one of China's top universities. "My family wasn't originally from Jiangcheng. We moved here from Changsha when I was in junior high," Yin Ning said, her thin lips slightly parted, captivatingly beautiful. Her large eyes, framed by long eyelashes, seemed somewhat lost in thought. Jiang Hong was mesmerized, his mind wandering. He hadn't expected to meet such a beautiful girl and have such a pleasant conversation. Ah, what a long-awaited stroke of luck with women! Lost in thought, he inadvertently conjured up some sordid ideas. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he composed himself and said, "It's almost midnight, I have to go… Can I ask for your phone number?" Yin Ning bit her lip, a hint of defensiveness unconsciously showing beneath her delicate features. She lowered her head and said, "I might be going back to Hangzhou next month." Jiang Hong's newly ignited confidence was suddenly shattered by the suspicion in Yin Ning's eyes, and he forced a smile.Rong nodded and said, "Sorry to bother you, I'll go home now." Yin Ning nodded slightly. Jiang Hong, who had been barefoot from the bedroom to the living room, remained silent. He put on his shoes with his head in his hands, thinking to himself, "Not giving me even a chance, that kind of look is simply an insult to me. Do I look like a pervert? Maybe I really do." Just thinking about how he had been staring at Yin Ning's smooth thighs, his pupils must have been green with envy, he was practically drooling... But that's what a man should be like, especially a virgin like me. His face flushed red without him realizing it. The security door to Yin Ning's house slammed shut, and his heart sank to the bottom. He mechanically unlocked his bicycle, fumbling with the key for ages. Distracted, he glanced up at Yin Ning's balcony. In the blinding sunlight, he vaguely saw a slender figure. Then, a small crumpled piece of paper was thrown down, hitting him squarely on the head. Picking it up, he looked back; only the swaying curtains remained on the balcony. He gently unfolded the paper, revealing a line of neat, elegant handwriting: "139xxxxxxxx, text messages only, no calls." ~Chapter Two: The Woman Bound in the Warehouse~
Seeing the neat and upright handwriting, his mood brightened, and he happily pushed his bicycle, humming the popular song "Fairy Tale," as he prepared to go home. Before he arrived, the main prison gate was closed; he had entered through a side door after signing the papers. But now he found the side door closed, the main gate open, and two large, dark blue trucks parked at the entrance. Several prisoners stood on top of the trucks, constantly throwing down bulging sacks, and the prisoners below carried one sack each into the prison. Several prison guards with batons stood by, their hands behind their backs. One of the guards, a portly man, called out to Jiang Hong, who was slowly pushing his bicycle towards him, "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to fix Director Yin's computer." The portly guard turned to look at the gatekeeper, who nodded. The portly prison guard turned around and waved towards the prison gate, signaling Jiang Hong that he could leave. With the gate blocked by two cars, leaving only a gap of less than a meter, Jiang Hong had no choice but to continue pushing his cart away. As soon as he pushed the cart out of the prison gate, he climbed into it. A muffled "thud!" startled him, and he turned around to find himself speechless at the scene before him. The fat prison guard who had just stopped him was now lying on the ground, a bulging sack pressing against his chest. Almost instantly, the two prisoners standing on the roof of the vehicle jumped off. A thinner prisoner swiftly snatched the gun from the still-shocked guard, while the other, a burly man, knocked down several other guards with a few punches. Then the two rushed towards the door. Jiang Hong, who was still catching his breath, was grabbed by the arms and lifted up by the two men. The frail Jiang Hong seemed weightless as the two men shoved him into the taxi that had just been intercepted. The gun-wielding prisoner furiously fired a bullet at the prison gate, the deafening roar several times louder than a firecracker, stunning the prison guards who were about to rush out. The driver was kicked out of the driver's seat, and the thinner prisoner tossed the gun to the burly prisoner holding Jiang Hong hostage in the back before getting in. The taxi sped away. A moment later, the emergency alarm, which hadn't been sounded in over a decade, blared from inside the prison. “Baldy, we have three options: one, stay in the city; two, drive straight out of the tollbooth.” The thin prisoner driving the car in front spoke, pausing before continuing. After a few seconds of silence, Baldy in the back continued, “three, kill this kid and then go our separate ways!” His voice was so cold that it sent shivers down Jiang Hong’s spine, who was huddled in the back seat. “Old Bird, I promised to help you escape, so I, Baldy, have entrusted my worthless life to you. I’ll do whatever you say!” Baldy shoved Jiang Hong aside, swiftly aiming his gun at the now limp Jiang Hong. “Good brother! Let’s just drive straight out of the tollbooth!” Old Bird honked the horn and floored the accelerator. The driver, nicknamed "Old Bird," seemed very familiar with the streets of Jiangcheng. He quickly entered Jixian Avenue, and in a few more minutes, they would reach the tollbooth. The car was moving quickly, and Jiang Hong swayed back and forth as if boneless. "Open the window and tell that kid to lie down outside!" Old Bird calmly commanded. The tollbooth was getting closer, and a large number of police officers appeared to be surrounding the platform, leaving only one lane clear. The lane barriers were down, and seeing that the taxi ahead showed no intention of slowing down, the police at the platform immediately drew their guns and shouted at the car to stop. The car was still going fast. Jiang Hong, with a gun pointed at him and leaning out the window, was already blinded by the wind whipped up by the speeding car. He vaguely saw a number of police officers standing in front of him and couldn't help but shout for help. Unexpectedly, this made the police officers surrounding the road clear the way. "Bang!" The speeding taxi crashed into the railing that was blocking the road. A piece of railing hit Jiang Hong squarely on the head. Jiang Hong felt dizzy and the bright sunlight suddenly turned gloomy. His tired eyelids drooped and didn't close tightly. First, a white light flashed, and then everything went black. Jiang Hongsheng suddenly fell into a coma, feeling himself leaning against a soft, fragrant cushion. There was a plump, white steamed bun on the cushion, its aroma seemingly emanating from it, so enticing that his mouth watered. Without thinking, he reached for it. Wait! His hand wouldn't move! He tried to stand up, but couldn't! In shock, he tried to scream but couldn't make a sound! Suddenly, he noticed the cushion was shaking, emitting a woman's sobbing sound! Good heavens! The cushion was alive! Startled, Jiang Hongsheng gradually awoke, but everything was pitch black. A few seconds later, his eyes adjusted to the dim light. His mind cleared from the hazy state of unconsciousness. A throbbing pain shot through his left forehead; when he frowned, he could feel the scabs from clotted blood. His wrists were unbearably swollen, tightly bound with ropes as thick as fingers. Something was stuffed in his mouth; he was scratching his throat and his eyes were itchy, something like cotton cloth. He was in the cargo bay of a small container truck, which was still moving. The truck was swaying slightly, and he could occasionally hear a horn blaring. Fortunately, there was a slight problem with the rear door of the cargo bay; even a slight swaying of the truck would create a gap, allowing a faint ray of light to shine in. The space inside the truck bed flashed brightly, causing a sharp pain in his eyes. Jiang Hong was forced to twist his body inward... but his head bumped into a soft object, and a sweet fragrance mixed with the smell of sweat wafted into his nose. Another flash of light, and he saw clearly that what his head had touched was a woman's lower abdomen. He craned his neck to look up but couldn't help exhaling a deep breath... It was a young girl, about 20 years old, also bound hand and foot and gagged. The truck began to jolt violently, probably having entered some side road. The truck bed door, too, seemed almost impossible to close; the gap it opened was as if blocked by something, letting in plenty of light. Jiang Hong stared wide-eyed at the girl before him, whose face was pale with fear, two clear tears streaming down her cheeks, making her appear incredibly pitiful. At that moment, Jiang Hong was completely unaware of how grotesque and terrifying he looked; blood flowed from the wound on his left temple, covering his entire left side of his face. The wound was swollen and prominent, his left eyelid drooping halfway, and slightly bluish. The ample light allowed Jiang Hong to stare unabashedly at the girl's delicate face, drooling. Looking at her entire body, it was clear she had struggled before being bound; her lustrous white silk shirt was unbuttoned to the third button, revealing a full cleavage supported by flesh-colored tattooed breasts through the creases. Beneath the navy blue knee-length skirt, the flesh-colored stockings covering her long, slender legs were torn in several places, including her calves and ankles. The alluring scene made Jiang Hong's blood boil; if his mouth hadn't been stuffed with gauze, he would have been swallowing hard. His gaze then settled on the girl's face. Her round face was slightly distorted by the gauze, and her jet-black hair was pulled back in a high braid. Her delicate, fair face possessed a surprising blend of cuteness and elegance. This scene reminded him of a pornographic film called "Uniform Rape" that Fatty Yao Shengli had recently recommended to him. Recalling the scenes in the movie—a burly man using various methods to torture a frail flight attendant—the image instantly caused an erection to form in his abdomen. The swaying of the car brought him a brief, grating pleasure, and some wicked thoughts began to surface. He wriggled his hips, using the force of his leg extensions to move to the girl's side. He was now no closer to the girl than a fist's width away. Luck seemed to be on his side; after a sudden jolt, Jiang Hong was surprised to find himself almost lying on top of her. A rich fragrance filled his nostrils, and he was breathless with pleasure, completely mesmerized. The girl was clearly terrified, desperately tilting her head back, afraid that Jiang Hong's hideous face would come close at any moment. Unfortunately, she had already retreated to the very back of the truck bed. The cold metal made her somewhat resigned. Her lovely face twitched a few times, then she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, adopting a posture of complete surrender. "Am I that hateful to you?" A flicker of self-doubt crossed Jiang Hong's mind as he saw the girl's reaction, followed by a moment of hesitation. His eyes, however, were immediately drawn to her flesh-colored tattooed breasts. They were so well-developed. He couldn't help but press his face against them, rubbing them wantonly. The fragrance was intoxicating. After a while, he finally lifted his head from the cleavage and took a deep breath. He was somewhat annoyed that his hands and feet were bound, unable to use such a stunning beauty right beside him. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, which was stuffed with cotton. A gleaming metallic name tag caught his eye. Zuo Xin, Jiangcheng Meilian Supermarket. Jiang Hong silently read the gold-plated name tag hanging on the left breast of the girl's shirt. She was a supermarket employee! "We were both caught in the car, just like me! How long have I been unconscious? Where am I now?" A series of dangerous signals pounded in his head. He leaned his head against her chest, fully aware that once the car stopped, he would be considered a burden and rendered useless, and dumped in the wilderness. (And this is called Zuo Xin, aphrodisiacs, male enhancement drugs, sexy lingerie, inflatable dolls, male and female masturbation devices. Add QQ 1826669010 if you want them.)
The girl, whose package was delivered cash on delivery and discreetly nationwide by express courier, ended up in the hands of two men who had just escaped from prison. Aside from being gang-raped and dumped in the wilderness, she seemed to have no other value… Thinking of the bald man with a fierce face and menacing eyes who could knock out a prison guard with a single punch, and the calm, collected, and ruthless old man, Jiang Hong suddenly lost all interest. He wondered how the two had managed to lure the girl into their car. Alas, what a pity for such a young girl. He shifted back slightly, creating some distance between himself and Zuo Xin, gazing at her delicate, pretty face with boundless tenderness. Jiang Hong, used to being slovenly, had lived a simple, loveless life ever since his first love in school ended. He never imagined that just when he was nearing death, a little sister named Xin would fall from the sky to keep him company. Heaven's gift came far too late. Sigh! He sighed inwardly. Zuo Xin closed her eyes, suppressing the urge to vomit, and thought to herself with self-pity, "Today has been so unlucky. At lunchtime, two menacing-looking men suddenly showed up. After buying so many things, they pulled out a gun from somewhere. Not only did they refuse to pay, but they also dragged me into their car. And even in the car, there was this scoundrel who, even with me tied up like this, still took the opportunity to grope me. How despicable!" First, her breasts were violated, and she was bracing herself for further humiliation. But after a full minute, nothing more was done; instead, the pressure on her breasts suddenly vanished. She cautiously opened her eyes, only to meet Jiang Hong's gentle gaze. A wave of unease washed over her, and she quickly closed her eyes again. Seeing Zuo Xin's expression, Jiang Hong gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Heh," he chuckled, "this is what happens when a person is about to die; their words are kind." "Alas, Mom and Dad, I don't need you to take care of this burden anymore. I'll be filial to you in the next life." The thought of her father still working two security guard jobs brought tears streaming down her face. The tears, combined with her already menacing features, created a look of grief and indignation on her face. Thankfully, Zuo Xin had closed her eyes; otherwise, seeing that face would have surely made her faint. Just then, her phone rang in her pocket.
~Chapter 3: A Narrow Escape~
A small gathering of friends was taking place in a private room at the Red House Hotel. Yao Shengli was affectionately embracing his girlfriend of four years, whom he had met online, when he took out his phone and dialed Jiang Hong's number. "Strange, why isn't anyone answering? Don't blame me for not inviting him for drinks." He Feng, a few years older than Yao Shengli, curled his lip, feigning disdain: "Without Jiang Hong, it would be too boring to beat you all." Cai Ying, who was engrossed in watching TV, turned her head... "Ever since Fatty recruited Jiang Hong to their company, he's probably been subjected to Fatty's signature form of mental abuse for a long time. I bet he wouldn't dare come to this dinner party even if you beat him to death!" Yao Shengli pretended to be angry and threw a crumpled napkin at Cai Ying. "Stop it! Breaking news!" "A major prison break occurred in our city around noon today. Two inmates assaulted a prison guard, stole a police gun, and captured a prisoner during labor reform." After a young man stole a taxi and fled, the suspects escaped. Director Wu of the Municipal Public Security Bureau stated that they are urgently deploying a response plan. Currently, the fugitives have not been apprehended… Fifteen minutes after the incident, two fugitives, holding a hostage, broke through a police roadblock at a toll station. Police cars were unable to pursue them due to gunfire from the fugitives and the large crowds in the surrounding area. Thirty minutes after the incident, a supermarket in the city's suburbs was robbed, and a female employee was taken hostage by two assailants. "They robbed a white minivan. According to the supermarket's video footage, the two robbers were the escaped convicts who broke out of prison at noon..." Yao Shengli was a little surprised after reading the report. He said to his girlfriend, who was nestled in his arms, "Xiao Ni, look, as soon as you arrived, such a big thing happened to welcome you. Luckily, it's been confirmed that the criminals escaped from the city, otherwise I wouldn't dare to walk the streets with you tonight!" Everyone at the table pretended to vomit. Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away from the city, on a secluded road leading to an abandoned mine in Longmian Mountain, a white minivan suddenly stopped. The sudden braking caused the two people in the truck to roll together rapidly. Jiang Hong ended up on top of Zuo Xin, their noses almost touching. Jiang Hong helplessly accepted this unexpected blessing, his mind racing. This might be his last treat. It was a pity his mouth was stuffed with that disgusting cloth; otherwise, he would have kissed her properly. The truck door was pulled open, and the dim light of dusk illuminated the interior. Two figures blocked some of the light—Old Bird and Baldy. "Heh, enjoying yourself, huh!" Old Bird stared at Jiang Hong, who was sprawled on top of Zuo Xin, his expression flickering slightly before returning to its cold, sinister tone. Jiang Hong felt a chill run down his spine and dared not even breathe. Even Zuo Xin beneath him could feel his pounding heartbeat. The bald man squeezed into the cargo bay, kicking Jiang Hong aside. Jiang Hong felt a powerful impact on his chest, which his already frail body couldn't withstand. After the excruciating pain, he felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood, even vomiting the gag he'd used to stuff in his mouth. The bald man grabbed Zuo Xin's voluptuous body by her shirt and dragged her out of the car, taking the opportunity to roughly grope her slightly upturned buttocks. His eyes gleamed with lust, wishing he could have her right then and there. Since there was still someone in the car to deal with, the bald man licked his lips and asked, "Shall we take care of that kid now?" The old man, holding a gun, nodded, pointing it at Jiang Hong, who was still groaning in the car. A wave of dizziness, the throes of impending death, washed over Jiang Hong. His mouth, no longer clothed, remained open, his chin splattered with blood. He could no longer think; his mind was blank, time seemed to stand still. A gunshot rang out, its echo reverberating along the mountain road. Jiang Hong stared motionless at the two figures outside the truck, his eardrums throbbing painfully, a long ringing in his ears momentarily robbing him of his hearing. He only saw one of the burly figures fall to the ground. The bald man stared wide-eyed at the sky, a gaping hole in his forehead from which crimson blood seeped out after a long while. He would never understand why the old bird suddenly turned and shot him dead, because his mind was still filled with images of Zuo Xin's alluring, voluptuous buttocks. The old bird deftly dragged the bald man's body into the cab, pressed the bald man's heavy foot onto the accelerator, turned the key a few times, and the container truck started moving. He quickly pulled his hand away, and the driverless container truck shuddered a few times before accelerating forward. A dozen meters ahead was a cliff, with endless pine forests cascading into the distance like terraced fields. A few seconds later, the speeding container truck, its front wheels sinking into the water, flipped 180 degrees and plummeted downwards. Jiang Hong, having lost his balance, was thrown from the truck, but luckily landed on a dense pine tree. Of course, he escaped the bird's notice. Once the white truck disappeared from the bird's sight, he turned and pointed his gun at Zuo Xin. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then put the gun away and coldly said, "You should thank your genitals; they've given you one more day to live." With that, he hoisted Zuo Xin onto his shoulder, grabbed a woven bag filled with food and cigarettes, and headed towards the higher ground of Panshan. Jiang Hong, propelled by the pine branches, tumbled face-down, his already wounded face instantly covered in bloody welts. The thrill of surviving the ordeal brought him a brief moment of joy, but after that, his happiness vanished. The wrecked container truck lay on its side less than ten meters away in a pine forest crevice. The windshield was shattered, and the bald man's lifeless head was pressed against the horn on the steering wheel. Countless shards of glass were embedded in his grotesque face. The engine was still running, and the fuel tank was ruptured, gushing gasoline. The truck was about to explode! Scenes from police dramas flashed through Jiang Hong's mind. "Heaven is against me!" he cried, trying desperately to stand up, but the ropes binding his ankles were crisscrossed, making all his efforts futile. Break the ropes! Yes! It was a scene straight out of a police thriller. He laboriously crawled to a sharp rock not far away, desperately rubbing the knot of the thick rope. After a few minutes, he actually managed to break the rope. Ignoring the rope that was breaking his wrist, he limped away, his legs just recovering from numbness, and ran desperately with his back to the car. "Boom!" The car finally exploded, and the rushing air shoved Jiang Hong, who hadn't run far, forward heavily. After losing his balance, his face slammed hard against the ground. The blood gushing from his nostrils made him feel a sense of clarity in his senses for the first time. He leaned against a rock, frantically rubbing the rope on his wrist. A truck not far away was already glowing red-hot, and a nearby pine tree, covered in sparks, was crackling and burning, but no other trees had caught fire. This was because of the rain the previous night; the damp, sheltered woodland shouldn't have allowed the fire to spread so quickly. The bald man's body, covered in glass, was charred black, and he could vaguely see molten glass dripping through the flesh. A wave of nausea rose in his throat. Jiang Hong quickly averted his eyes, looking at the surrounding greenery to suppress the churning stomach acid. His hands, finally free, trembled slightly as he touched his cheeks, every spot burning with pain. "I'm definitely disfigured," he thought. "Is this what it means to escape?" Looking up at the mountain path about 20 meters below, forming a 45-degree slope with his current position, the soft soil seemed difficult to climb. After more than ten minutes, Jiang Hong finally reached the top of the path. Standing at the edge and looking down, the raging flames were gone; thick black smoke rose straight into the sky. A forest fire seemed to have been stopped by divine intervention. He breathed a sigh of relief, opened his pocket, and thankfully, his phone was still there. He licked his lips in relief, but his mouth tasted sour. The call had been missed; it was from Fatty earlier. He quickly returned the call, and it connected. "It's me... Hello!" He only managed to say one sentence before silence fell. Looking closely, he saw the phone screen was blank; it had run out of battery at the crucial moment! His earlier excitement vanished instantly. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, darkness was about to fall, and the moon hung translucently in the sky on the other side. It wasn't quite dark yet, but it might be later. Jiang Hong patted his pocket; he still had half a pack of Honghe cigarettes. He quickly lit one and put it in his mouth. The most important thing right now was to get out of there. He took a deep drag, exhaling only when his trachea felt a burning sensation. The bumpy mountain path was deserted, and there was no sign of human habitation. Looking around, there wasn't a village in sight. Logically, this should be the time when everyone would be lighting their lamps and eating dinner. He'd keep walking along the path. He wasn't sure he wouldn't find a village by the end, so he tightened his belt. It was getting dark really fast. His stomach seemed to be protesting that he hadn't eaten for two meals, though for Jiang Hong, who often had no appetite, it wasn't yet to the point of being desperately hungry. So much had happened in the past half-day; thinking about it now, it was actually quite exciting. He'd have something to brag about when he met Fatty back home. A sense of excitement quietly drove away his fatigue and hunger. He jogged along the side of the path closest to the mountainside. It was already quite dark, about the same brightness as inside the wagon. Already slightly nearsighted, he grew increasingly anxious. He hummed a rousing tune, but stumbled over loose stones every now and then. Once he regained his footing, he dared not look back, only managing a jog while maintaining his balance. He soon realized his mistake. The road had ended. The moon, which had hidden behind the clouds, had somehow emerged, illuminating the vast area before him. Jiang Hong understood that he had come from the opposite direction; this must be the highest point this road could reach. Before him lay desolation. A broken half-wall bore signs that read "Safety Production," indicating this was an abandoned mine. Walking to the edge of the crumbling wall, he hoped to find some clues about what kind of mountain it was, but unfortunately, he found nothing.His meal was gone. He slumped to the ground, leaning against the broken wall. His stomach pounded with hunger; he knew he would starve to death if this continued. But where could he find food in this desolate mountain? He began to regret that for the past 23 years he had only known a comfortable life and had never learned any survival skills, which had led him to this state. Hunger and exhaustion overwhelmed him, and his whole body ached. His eyelids felt as if they weighed several kilograms, drooping constantly. He tried to light a cigarette, but found that hunger made even smoking impossible. Soon, he felt countless stars and birds appear before his eyes. He gritted his teeth, stood up, shook his head, and kept telling himself that if he wanted to sleep, he had to find a comfortable place. It was hard to say whether there were wild animals in these mountains. If he fell asleep against that broken wall, he wouldn't even know how he died. He was proud of himself for remaining sober. He walked around the broken wall and saw some dilapidated shacks, some still standing, others lying irregularly on the ground. Further ahead, he could see a steep cliff. Although he couldn't see how deep the cliff was, the tips of a few ancient pines swayed gently in the wind, only a little over a person's height above the cliff. Seeing him, his heart tightened. He quickly made a decision: right there under the intact shed, he would have a good sleep. Ignoring the dust on the ground, he lay down like a lazy dog. His consciousness was slowly fading when suddenly he sat up with a start, wondering if he would never wake up again. Would all his hard-won survival and suffering have been for nothing? In the end, who knew where his bones would end up in the dung of some wild beast? Just as he was thinking about how to get through the night and how to descend the mountain tomorrow, a woman's scream suddenly rang out from the other side of the cliff, shattering the clear, tranquil night. Jiang Hong couldn't help but shudder; a beautiful, captivating face flashed through his mind! ~Chapter Four: White Floral Underwear~
Could it be Zuo Xin? That helpless girl in the warehouse, whom he had taken advantage of? This memory greatly energized Jiang Hong. He straightened his legs, took a deep breath, and quietly walked towards the edge of the cliff. Because it was night, everything was quiet, so the sound was very clear. The closer he got, the more his heart tightened. Soon he discovered that there was a hidden passageway near the cliff edge, just wide enough for one person to pass through. Fluorescent lights were reflected on the stone wall on one side of the passageway. "Haha! I've been holding back for four years! And the first thing I see when I come out is you, my beauty!" Old bird! Jiang Hong's heart suddenly raced. He stopped in his tracks, wanting to turn around and run away immediately. He trembled at the thought of the old bird's cold and sinister eyes. But the sounds of tearing clothes assaulted him, and Zuo Xin's screams rose and fell like bullets piercing his eardrums. He bent down, picked up a rock, held his breath, and quietly entered the passage, his body pressed against the stone wall. The passage was short, and the end was clearly the size of a bedroom. His hands, gripping the rock, were sweaty, and he immediately felt cold sweat pouring down his body, his mind racing with thoughts of retreating. Jiang Hong peeked out and saw that Lao Niao had his back to him, with a bonfire crackling nearby. Zuo Xin lay on the ground, her hands and feet still bound, but the cotton cloth in her mouth had been pulled out. Her upper garment had been completely stripped off, revealing two beautiful breasts, which Lao Niao's large hands were shamelessly kneading. Zuo Xin writhed in pain, struggling futilely. The old bird ripped off the last piece of clothing Zuo Xin was wearing, her white floral lingerie, instantly arousing both men. The old bird quickly pulled down his pants. "Beauty, I've saved up four years' worth for you!" Jiang Hong could only see the old bird's back, but subconsciously glanced at his own crotch; his erection was already there. White floral lingerie… Damn it, even if it meant this, I wouldn't let him get away with it! Taking advantage of the old bird crouching between Zuo Xin's legs, Jiang Hong lunged forward, gathering all his strength to smash the rock in his hand against the old bird's head. The rock shattered in two with a crisp crash, blood spurting out immediately, and the old bird's scream echoed through the valley. Jiang Hong thought the old bird would collapse, but he had underestimated its abilities. Just as the rock in its hand split in two, the old bird, with surprising agility, turned and threw a punch at Jiang Hong amidst its own scream. Fortunately, the severe head injury from the impact seemed too great; the punch only lightly grazed Jiang Hong's lower abdomen before falling weakly, yet it still startled Jiang Hong, who jumped up. The old bird, head tilted, struggled to its feet, blood streaming down its neck from the back of its head. Its shorts, pulled down to its knees, made it instinctively spread its legs for balance. Jiang Hong, clutching the remaining half of the broken rocks, quickly moved to Zuo Xin's side, trying to stand upright in front of the woman, but his legs trembled uncontrollably. Old Bird retreated towards the campfire, his face contorted in pain. Jiang Hong's sudden appearance caused Zuo Xin to scream again, then faint. Jiang Hong glanced at the unconscious Zuo Xin, thinking, "Girls are so fragile; she fainted from excitement." Little did he know she had watched him fall into the valley with the car, and now she suddenly reappeared, her face covered in mud and blood, her nose and heart swollen and bruised—even the legendary demons weren't this terrifying. The two faced off when suddenly the old bird lunged at the woven bag beside the campfire, a black gun barrel protruding from its opening. Jiang Hong was startled and, without thinking, kicked out with all his might. Just as his toe touched the bag, the old bird had already pulled the gun out. A flicker of despair crossed his eyes, and he closed them, his frail body charging forward. "Bang!" The bullet still fired. However, due to the impact, the bullet didn't hit Jiang Hong's head as expected, but grazed his ear and struck the rock wall in Zuo Xin's direction. Time didn't stop. Jiang Hong, pressing down on the old bird's body, fell stiffly onto the stone ground. He clearly heard the old bird's head hit the ground again with a dull thud. The muscles in his hand holding the gun were taut, and a few seconds later, it fell heavily to the ground. Jiang Hong lay on the old bird's chest, panting heavily. He was finally done. He felt somewhat satisfied; the white floral underwear was his. He propped himself up on his hands and staggered to Zuo Xin's exquisitely white body. His legs gave way, and he collapsed. Only after tightly embracing Zuo Xin's soft waist did he slowly close his eyes. Blood unexpectedly flowed from his nostrils, and his mind flashed back to the faint sound his nose made when he crashed into the old bird. He felt his head growing larger and larger, his vision becoming increasingly blurry; he had never felt this bad even when drunk before. The earth suddenly trembled, and a few drops of rock fragments fell from the bullet hole in the rock wall, landing in clumps and scattering. Like chicks hatching from their shells, several cracks slowly opened up from the bullet hole, growing longer and thicker, splitting into smaller gaps at wider sections, intertwining with other small cracks. Boom! A deafening roar. Suddenly, the rubble at the point where the crack met suddenly sank into the wall, falling inwards. The rapid descent of the rocks continued towards him, the sharp, muffled sound of breaking rocks ringing out. He realized that he and the unconscious Zuo Xin had also slid into the rubble like the falling stones. Before he could react, everything went black. Half of the tunnel floor had slid in, leaving dark, gaping shadows. The feeling of falling rapidly made Jiang Hong break out in a cold sweat; his heart seemed to leap into his throat, making him forget to breathe. Instinctively, he gripped Zuo Xin's soft body tightly, screaming in panic. He could even hear countless echoing vibrations. Suddenly, he was surrounded by icy water. He abruptly shut his mouth, only to have a mouthful of cold water forced down his throat. Then, a strange and powerful buoyancy lifted him up. Just as he reached the surface, he sank again. The icy groundwater forced him to calm down. Holding onto Zuo Xin with one hand, he struggled upwards with the other, and soon floated to the surface again. This time, Jiang Hong had learned his lesson. He pedaled methodically, controlling his direction with his waist, and stopped to rest when his hands touched the rocks. The thin air prevented him from lingering for long, so he continued paddling forward, clinging to the rocks. In the darkness, he couldn't discern direction, relying purely on instinct. His arms were frequently cut by sharp rocks, quickly burning with pain. He didn't know how long he had been paddling; his hand, which was holding Zuo Xin, was unharmed but throbbing with soreness. He even considered abandoning Zuo Xin, but the thought quickly faded. It was quite an achievement to have survived this long, even if only for ten short hours. Gradually, he could feel his toes touching the fine sand. He paddled harder, and the sand at the bottom rose higher and higher. A surge of excitement rose within him; with his last bit of strength, he pulled Zuo Xin's body and climbed onto the dry sand.
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Cash on delivery, nationwide confidential express delivery. A dizzying sensation followed, and Jiang Hong finally collapsed. His last conscious thought was to place his hand on white lace underwear. Jiang Hong and Zuo Xin lay unconscious and calm, their four legs still submerged in the water, occasionally swaying with the current. The underground river did not stop flowing because of these two uninvited guests. Unable to fathom how many corpses had flowed through this underground river in their unconscious state, they remained oblivious. About ten years ago, this place was a small coal mine. A sudden and massive collapse killed dozens of people. Rescue efforts were launched, but subsequent smaller collapses made rescue operations impossible, and the government eventually gave up. Since then, the area has been forgotten. Although the road has been paved, clearing the coal mine is no longer an option; it would be extremely difficult and costly, likely exceeding the value of the remaining coal deposits. A ray of light shone on the flowing water, reflecting off the rock face, creating shimmering ripples. Jiang Hong slowly opened his eyes. It was the morning of the second day. The first thing that caught his eye was Zuo Xin's naked upper body. Her fair, smooth skin and full, plump breasts immediately made his mouth dry and his face flush red. He wanted to open his mouth and suckle one of her rosy nipples, but he found that his whole body felt like it was falling apart, and he had no energy at all. He forced himself to sit up and looked in the direction of the light, only to see gaps peeking through the lush green leaves. Overjoyed, he thought, "Finally, I've escaped!" He gritted his teeth and stood up. Luckily, he was less than 1.7 meters tall, so there was still a hand's distance between him and the cave ceiling. He glanced at Zuo Xin, who was still fast asleep, and prepared to leave the cave to find something to eat. He took several pleasant breaths of the fresh forest air, but when his foot landed on a protruding rock, he realized his sandals were nowhere to be found. His right arm was covered in scratches, many of the deeper cuts already scabbed over. His chest and nasal cavity ached slightly, and his feet, soaked in cold water all night, felt light and unsteady, yet he could still barely support his thin body. After walking only a dozen meters, he found several low trees laden with wild berries the size of pigeon eggs. He picked one, took a small bite, and tasted a sweet and sour flavor that whetted his appetite. He wolfed down more than a dozen berries in one go. After letting out a satisfying burp, he picked a few dozen more wild berries and wrapped them in his tattered t-shirt. Content, he got up and returned to the cave. The cave was brightly lit by ample sunlight, and a slight coolness permeated the air. Having eaten and drunk his fill, Jiang Hong walked to Zuo Xin's side. The soft sand felt wonderful under his feet. He put down a bag of wild berries and noticed Zuo Xin's legs near the water's edge. He gently patted her feet as ripples spread across the surface. Looking along the current, he could only see a fork in the river a dozen meters away; it seemed to be a small exit of this underground river. He gently lifted Zuo Xin's calves. Her feet, soaked in water all night, seemed slightly swollen, but the tight stockings didn't detract from the beauty of her legs. Her ankles and wrists were still bound with thick ropes, the prolonged pressure leaving them red and swollen. He glanced at the knot at her ankle; it seemed indestructible, and even after trying to loosen it, it didn't budge. Zuo Xin, who had been sleeping, trembled slightly. Jiang Hong quickly lowered his hand and looked at her again. Zuo Xin didn't wake up; her small mouth was slightly open, and through the light, a glimpse of her tongue was visible. Her brows were furrowed, as if she were enduring pain. A sudden surge of intense desire rose in Jiang Hong's lower abdomen. He lay down beside Zuo Xin and pressed his lips to her delicate, fragrant lips. After the initial taste, his tongue probed deeper, and upon touching her fragrant tongue, he could no longer control himself. Both hands attacked simultaneously, his right hand slipping inside her white lace panties, his fingers moving deftly until his entire hand was wet. He released her mouth, staring intently at her beautiful face. Zuo Xin's eyes remained tightly closed, her cheeks trembling slightly, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty with the rhythm of his fingers. He pulled down her now-wet white lace panties, took a deep breath, and pressed himself against her beautiful body. With the swaying of his hips, Jiang Hong was already intoxicated by pleasure. Through his blurred vision, he noticed Zuo Xin biting her lip, her eyes glaring at him with hatred.
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