New Power

New Forces (Part 1):
The Dark Cult, a powerful force, aims to dominate the world. However, with the rapid advancement of technology in the 21st century, even the strongest members of the cult cannot defeat a modern army on their own. Therefore, the cult's strategy is to instigate wars, eliminate their arch-enemy "Phoenix" amidst the chaos, and unify the world.
The world order is constantly changing, but peace and development remain the aspirations of the people. Although the cult has instigated localized wars in some regions, the conflict has not spread globally. Coupled with "Phoenix's" all-out counterattack, the cult has been unable to gain a decisive advantage.
The most intense power struggle between the cult and "Phoenix" is in the United States, as the US is the world's most militarily powerful nation. Fortunately, the US is a democracy. While the cult can control some key figures in the military and political spheres, it cannot influence the Senate or the general American public. Therefore, in the recent Korean War, the US and China reached an agreement that as long as North Korea does not use nuclear weapons, neither side will send troops, regardless of the outcome.
Although the cult's conspiracy failed, the situation remains extremely dire. If North Korea is defeated, the cult will control the entire Korean Peninsula and provoke China. If China responds, the cult will further incite the United States to intervene, making World War III inevitable. While the "Phoenix" (North Korea) may be capable of fighting, the prospect of widespread bloodshed and devastation is something it does not wish to see.
North Korea and South Korea are militarily evenly matched, with North Korea having 150,000 more troops. South Korea has the advantage in economic strength and more advanced military equipment, but North Korea, influenced by its unique political environment, has soldiers with a stronger spirit of sacrifice. Therefore, Kim Jong-il's strategy of a full-scale attack to defeat South Korea and unify Korea in a short period is not a myth; many in the North Korean military leadership agree with this strategy.
War is imminent, and both North Korea and South Korea are making their final preparations. The clouds of war hang over the entire Korean Peninsula.
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North Korea, Nampo Oseongsan Military Base.
Nampo, located near the South China Sea, is a port city on the west coast of North Korea and one of its largest trading ports. Nampo is
home to many large enterprises, including numerous military industrial companies, as well as many historical sites such as Waru Island, Taesong Lake, and the ancient Koguryo tombs. About ten kilometers east of Nampo lies Mount Osong, the former base of the 8th Army of the Korean People's Army, known as the "Azalea" unit. The azalea is the national flower of North Korea, also called the "Moonflower" (in China, it is called rhododendron), symbolizing prosperity and lasting happiness. North Korean women are gentle and virtuous, yet strong-willed; the vibrant azalea, blooming in spring, symbolizes the noble sentiments and unwavering character of North Korean women.
During the most difficult period of the First Korean War, tens of thousands of North Korean women spontaneously organized to fight against the US-ROK allied forces. This all-female unit repeatedly achieved remarkable feats in the war, inflicting heavy losses on the enemy.
Admittedly, the strength of over ten thousand people was insufficient to reverse the course of the war at that time. The decisive factor in the First Korean War was the Chinese People's Volunteer Army. However, this spontaneously organized army played an immeasurable role in boosting the morale of the Korean people and strengthening their determination to defend their homeland. Therefore, after the war, under the instructions of the Supreme Leader, this army was preserved and named after the national flower, "Azalea." The "Azalea Army" is a symbol of North Korea's indomitable spirit and a source of pride for the Korean people.
North Korea is a traditional country where a planned economy still dominates, hindering its economic development. However, it is precisely within this unique system that the "Azalea Army" brings together the elite of North Korean women.
In the eyes of the Korean people, serving three years in the "Azalea Army" is far more honorable than attending university for three years. This is not only due to the belief in serving the country and the influence of the "Azalea Army," but also to the importance placed on soldiers in North Korea's planned economy. Generally, retired soldiers and officers are often given better jobs than university graduates. Therefore, every year when recruiting for the "Azalea Army," the number of applicants exceeds 400,000, but only one-twentieth are ultimately selected.
To join the "Azalea" Army, one must be at least 1.60 meters tall. While there are no specific appearance requirements, everyone appreciates beauty, and under equal conditions, examiners often intentionally or unintentionally favor girls with regular, attractive features. Therefore, some jokingly say that 50% of North Korea's beautiful girls are in the "Azalea" Army. While this is somewhat exaggerated, anyone who has witnessed the "Azalea" Army's drills is captivated by these youthful, beautiful, and spirited girls.
Every morning at Nampo Central Square, the "Azalea" Army honor guard raises the flag. At dawn, dozens of people gather in the square to watch seven 1.75-meter-tall girls, dressed in military uniforms, march confidently across the square. This group of girls changes weekly, leaving many astonished—how can there be so many soldiers more beautiful than actresses in the army?
Of course, while people may admire and admire, few in North Korea dare to even consider recruiting soldiers. Several powerful figures, like Kim Yong-sung, had hinted at their intentions to Park Hyon-kook, either openly or covertly, but Park Hyon-kook rejected them all. Intimidated by Park Hyon-kook's influence, no one dared to make the same move again.
The "Kim Dal-rae" Army Group consisted of four corps: the 81st, 82nd, and 83rd Corps were conventional corps, while the 86th Corps was mechanized, totaling over 70,000 personnel—the smallest of North Korea's eight army groups.
Following the Military Commission meeting convened by Kim Dung-ryong, North Korea issued its highest-level mobilization order. Entering the "Kim Dal-rae" camp, the atmosphere was different.
The number of vehicles and personnel on the camp's roads had surged. Ammunition, supplies, and medicines were rapidly converging from all directions and being distributed to various combat units. Many female soldiers were packing their gear, ready for immediate deployment. Each corps and division was holding mobilization rallies and oath-taking ceremonies; the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
The carefree laughter of young girls was no longer heard in the barracks. Acquaintances would greet each other with a simple "Take care," and close friends would embrace. In the solemn atmosphere, the expressions of the girls hurrying by varied. Some were resolute, their determination to sacrifice themselves for their country written on their faces; some had bright eyes, revealing fearlessness and longing for war; others looked bewildered, filled with doubts about the future; and of course, a few female soldiers had eyes like frightened deer, their hearts filled with fear of war and death…
"They are too young!" Park Hyun-kook stood on the fourth-floor balcony of the "Red Building" in the center of the camp. The "Red Building" was the heart of the "Azalea" Army, four stories high, serving as the operational command post for the entire army group. Lin Lan and Kim Young-ja stood on either side of her, watching the bustling, orderly flow of people below.
"They will grow stronger in battle." Kim Young-ja's cheeks were slightly flushed.
Although she didn't entirely agree with Kim Dung-ryul's military operation plan, since the war had begun, it was a soldier's destiny to shed the last drop of blood for the country, and she was filled with a desire to fight. However, according to the plan, the "Kim Da-jun" was the third echelon. Only if the front lines failed, the enemy crossed the 38th parallel, or launched a surprise attack on the rear would there be a real war. Therefore, she was conflicted. On the one hand
, she hoped that her side would achieve a great victory and prevent the flames of war from spreading to her homeland. But if that happened, as a soldier, she would not even have the chance to fight in this major battle, and she would regret it for the rest of her life. She had thought about asking Park Hyun-kook to transfer her to the First Army Group, but after all, she was a mature soldier and suppressed this irrational idea.
"Yes! They will grow stronger, but the price of growth is too high!" "Park Hyun-kook sighed. Peace has lasted for over fifty years, and everyone's understanding of war comes from books. The cruelty of war is unimaginable to these energetic and vibrant girls in their twenties.
She is someone who has emerged from darkness; although she has never experienced war, she has an incredibly profound understanding of darkness. In this war, the apparent opponent is South Korea, but in reality, it is the "Dark Cult" that is secretly controlling it, and the outcome is unpredictable."
Thinking of the Demonic Sect, she turned slightly and glanced at Lin Lan. Ji Dongying must have had her reasons for keeping her by her side. Recently, she had accidentally discovered that Lin Lan had a peculiar predictive ability regarding certain upcoming events, especially war. She had even organized several live-fire exercises specifically for this purpose, and Lin Lan had accurately predicted which side would win each time. She had also correctly predicted the duel between Che Haize and Jin Dingli. Whether this ability was related to her identity as a witch, or whether it was the work of that mysterious power, remained a mystery.
"Lin Lan, what do you think?" Park Hyun-kook asked.
"Although I don't remember my past, you told me I was originally a soldier." Lin Lan paused, then continued, "At this moment, I think that's true. Although I know war means death, if war is unavoidable, I will still be at the forefront." Lin Lan speaks English, Japanese, Russian, and Korean. Her amnesia hadn't affected her language abilities, so she had no language barrier in Korea.
Park Hyun-kook was taken aback. She hadn't expected that both Kim Young-ja and Lin Lan possessed such strong fighting spirit. Yes! As the commander of an army group, in the face of an inevitable war, any slight hesitation could lead to enormous losses. She had to be alert, clear her mind, and ensure the "Azalea" army, entrusted to her by her sister, survived to the greatest extent possible—this was a responsibility she had to shoulder. She smiled brightly, casting aside thoughts of life, death, honor, disgrace, and sorrow. War was like a game of chess, and chess was like war; she had become one with the game.
In the operations room, all eight people—the commanders and chiefs of staff of the four armies—were present. Kim Young-ja pointed to the map of the Korean Peninsula hanging on the wall and began to assign combat tasks.
"Currently, our First to Sixth Army Groups have all assembled along the 3rd and 8th parallels. Once the war begins, our army will launch a full-scale attack. The Fifth and Sixth Army Groups will target Seoul, striking the enemy's heartland; the Second and Third Army Groups will attack Incheon; the Fourth Army Group will take Uijeongbu via Jeongok-ri; and the First Army Group will advance along the right flank, targeting Chuncheon." "According to current intelligence, South Korea's nationwide mobilization is not yet complete. There are approximately 400,000 troops across four army groups along the 3rd and 8th parallels, giving our army a numerical advantage. The Military Commission has set the capture of Seoul, Incheon, Uijeongbu, and Chuncheon as the first-stage strategic objective. If we can successfully capture them, victory will be in our hands." "The Seventh Army Group..." "The second echelon will assemble in Pyongsan. Our army group will be responsible for organizing the inner line defense, mainly to prevent enemy flanking maneuvers or airborne attacks." "Now, I announce the defense plan formulated by the army group's operational command. The 81st Army is in Pyongyang, the 82nd Army is in Sawon-ri, two divisions of the 83rd Army are in Sincheo, and two divisions are in Sunchon. The 86th Army will remain in Nampo with the command." "Based on the analysis, these are the cities the enemy might attack. Each area has a considerable number of militia organizations. We must cooperate with the local militia to do a good job in defense and ensure the absolute safety of all major cities." "Now, please let Commander Park speak," Kim Young-ja said after explaining the operational plan.
Park Hyun-kook stood up. “Commanders, the war is about to begin, but our Jindalai Army is left behind in the rear, unable to engage the enemy in a real battle. I think some comrades may be feeling resentful.” As a commander, he had to boost the morale of his soldiers. Park Hyun-kook paused, then continued, “I don’t see it that way! The Central Military Commission may be protecting us by leaving us in the rear, but those who stay until the end are often the trump cards. Think about it: if the war enters a stalemate, we can conserve our strength and, once we engage in battle, we will surely turn the tide.” Park Hyun-kook continued, “War is unpredictable. Although we are confident of victory, we must always prepare for the worst.” On the other hand, we cannot rule out the possibility of setbacks at the front and the enemy crossing the 3rd and 8th parallels, in which case the entire defensive responsibility would fall on our shoulders. Therefore, after each army arrives at its designated location, it must construct and improve defensive fortifications with maximum effort, organize local paramilitary forces, and strengthen defensive work. "Gentlemen, war is cruel. I hope everyone is fully prepared psychologically. At any time, you must remain calm and composed." Park Hyun-kook glanced at everyone and finally said, "Comrades, see you on the battlefield!" Watching everyone's departing figures, Park Hyun-kook fell into deep thought. She felt it was necessary to go to the First Army Group and
have
a talk with Cha Hae-taek. ********** ...
Although Fang Chen held a high position within the Demonic Sect, he was not skilled in warfare. The one who orchestrated the strategies in South Korea was Yi Wuji, one of the five Divine Beasts of the Demonic Sect. Among the powerful figures of the Demonic Sect—the Two Emperors, the Three Saints, the Four Demons, and the Five Divine Beasts—each possessed a military genius. The Two Emperors included Chi You, responsible for the Demonic Sect's global military defense; the Three Saints included the War Saint Zhuo Bufan; the Four Demons included the Berserker Blood Demon Situ Kong; and the Five Divine Beasts included Yi Wuji, the Red Qilin. Through various means, Yi Wuji became the Minister of Defense of South Korea, gaining control of the entire South Korean military.
Yeongdeungpo, the western gate of Seoul, served as the city's gateway and defense. At the Yeongdeungpo military base, Yi Wuji, having just finished a military meeting, leaned wearily against a bench in the operations room.
Tall and imposing, with red hair, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, he possessed a strikingly handsome appearance. Although only twenty-eight years old, he appeared to be in his thirties. Yi Wuji rarely smiled. When he looked at someone, there was a powerful, penetrating force, an imposing presence even without anger. He did smile occasionally, but his smile was described as unfathomable. Some said that when he smiled, a grand plan or a major move was brewing.
He was an orphan, adopted by the War Saint Zhuo Bufan. From a very young age, he had an almost reverential urge to worship war. He was born for war, destined to have his life inextricably linked to it.
How should this battle be fought? He had been pondering this question. Although slightly inferior to the enemy in total troop strength, he had advantages in air superiority, naval control, maneuverability, and equipment. If a decisive battle were to take place near the 38th parallel, he was ninety percent confident of victory. However, it would be a Pyrrhic victory, a thousand casualties on one's own.
War is an art; the art of war lies in subduing the enemy without fighting, winning with fewer troops, or achieving the greatest victory at the lowest cost. Moreover, there was another task to complete: besides defeating North Korea, it was also necessary to vilify North Korea in the international community. Since China sided with North Korea, vilifying North Korea would also vilify China, paving the way for future wars.
A bold idea gradually took shape in his mind. This plan undoubtedly carried great risks, but if successful, all strategic and tactical
objectives would be achieved. He decided to speak with
Fang Chen; implementing this plan required his assistance. ********** ...
The Divine Phoenix warrior Lian Hongni had very close contact with her, and Fang Chen naturally wanted to get more information about "Phoenix" from her. Because Fang Chen rushed to Linti Mountain to support Xunlei, Liufeng and Fuyun were responsible for interrogating her. That night, Bai Shuiying was raped by the two men.
When Bai Shuiying was detained by the military police, she still had illusions, but when she saw Jin Guangzheng and saw his dazed eyes, she knew that he was just a walking corpse. She was desperate, and when she tried to escape, she still fell into Fang Chen's clutches.

Section 1, New Power (II)
China, Dayu Mountain Base.
The base's deputy commander, Qiu Xuling, a "Divine Phoenix"-class warrior, fell into deep thought. She had just received a report that the Yunnan base had been attacked. Although the casualties were not large, Mo Tian had been rescued. According to intelligence, there was a master wearing a bronze mask who was invincible. Qiu Xuling judged that it should be Hei Mo Zhentian, the leader of the Black Dragon Society of the Demonic Cult.
Mo Zhentian was extremely skilled in martial arts, and ordinary Phoenix Warriors were no match for him. It was not surprising that they were able to rescue Mo Tian. However, the base where Mo Tian was imprisoned was very well-hidden. How could he have obtained this information?
With the impending war between North and South Korea, this would be the first direct clash between the Demonic Cult and "Phoenix" in sixty years. The situation is unfavorable: the North Korean leader has suddenly fallen ill, Kim Dingli has seized military power, and Lian Hongni is no match for Fang Chen. There is absolutely no chance of victory.
The situation in Hong Kong is also dire. Ji Xiaoyun has disappeared, and Xie Hanyan has gone to Egypt to avenge Luo Ziyan, leaving Fu Xingwu to fight alone.
Two of the Demonic Cult's five divine beasts, White Tiger Yin Xiao and Black Tortoise Tu Zhenzi, have already gone to Hong Kong, and even the Indian demonic monk Ananda is expected to go. Given these developments, should reinforcements be sent to try and annihilate the Demonic Cult's remaining forces in Hong Kong?
If so, "Divine Phoenix" level warriors must be deployed, but there are only a handful of them at the base. Who should be sent?
Most worryingly, there are Demonic Cult spies within the base. She has investigated for days without success; if this threat is not eliminated, it could lead to unimaginable disaster.
Faced with a myriad of problems, she calmly and thoughtfully considered how to untangle this knotted knot.
Fu Shaomin arrived in Hong Kong. The blows she had suffered over the past month had almost completely broken her. Her once cheerful personality was gone; her bright smile had vanished, and a cold heart had robbed her of her youthful energy and vitality.
The special training program included 16 female police officers from China, Japan, Taiwan, Malaysia, Thailand, Singapore, and other countries—all elites among their respective police forces.
The training program was led by Gao Yun from the Interpol headquarters in Lyon, France. She was Chinese, very beautiful, with short, dark brown hair, large, bright eyes, a straight, delicate nose, and a small, cute mouth. Perhaps due to her long time living in France, she had a sophisticated air and a unique romantic charm. She was tall and slender; even in winter, when she was wearing many layers, her alluring curves were still evident, and her height gave her long legs that many girls envied. She was young, only twenty-three, but after a few days, none of the trainees dared to challenge her. Her superior skills during training earned everyone's admiration, and her corrections of every mistake she made were incredibly insightful.
After this round of intensive training, three of the most outstanding policewomen would join Interpol. Joining Interpol was a great honor, and being rejected would mean being seen as inferior to other policewomen from other countries, which also involved national honor. Therefore
, everyone was giving it their all to meet the challenge. Fu Shaomin was an exception. She didn't care about joining Interpol; she mechanically threw herself into all the training and competitions.
She shut herself off, refusing to communicate with anyone. The aphrodisiac, like a leech clinging to her bone, still tormented her greatly. Often, in the dead of night, she would sneak out to the bathroom, but the cold water couldn't extinguish her burning desire. She could only masturbate in the water, and after the agonizing pleasure, tears would uncontrollably stream down her face.
Perhaps it was her calm mind that allowed her to perform better; Fu Shaomin ranked first in the physical fitness, combat, and shooting tests. In the afternoon, a simulated hostage rescue was conducted. She didn't cooperate with her teammates, rushing in alone. Although she successfully killed all the kidnappers, the hostage died.
"Why didn't you cooperate with your teammates?" Gao Yun questioned her.
Fu Shaomin had forgotten how she answered her, only remembering Gao Yun's continued roar as she turned and left.
She didn't idolize Gao Yun like others did; for her, nothing mattered. She deliberately kept her distance from Gao Yun, the reason hard to pinpoint. Perhaps Gao Yun was too outstanding, instilling a subtle jealousy in her; perhaps Gao Yun's gaze was too penetrating, and she didn't want others to touch upon those past events.
Gao Yun stared at Fu Shaomin's retreating figure, momentarily stunned. Although she was about the same age as Fu Shaomin, she was far more experienced and worldly-wise. She knew Fu Shaomin must have a secret and probably wanted to find time to talk to her properly.
After dinner, expecting Gao Yun to speak with her, Fu Shaomin left the training camp for the first time, wandering aimlessly through the streets. The dazzling lights and beautiful night view couldn't stir her stagnant heart. Watching couples embracing intimately pass by, she felt a pang of heartache, almost bringing tears to her eyes again.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, she glanced at her watch; it was almost midnight, time to go back. Looking around, she didn't know where she was, and there were no taxis, so she had no choice but to continue walking.
Suddenly, she froze like a puppet, her eyes wide, her mouth agape, unable to breathe. She saw someone, someone who should never be here again, a man she would recognize even if burned to ashes, a man she hated beyond measure—Mo Tian.
He emerged from a villa and got into a black RV. Without a second thought, Fu Shaomin rushed after him, but the car had already started and, after a hundred meters, Mo Tian's car was getting further and further away.
In her frantic rush, the flames of hatred clouded her judgment; only one thought remained in her mind: kill Mo Tian, even if it meant mutual destruction.
Watching the car disappear from sight, Fu Shaomin's energy vanished, her legs went weak, and she staggered, grabbing a tree by the roadside, gasping for breath. In her haste, she hadn't even noted the license plate number. Looking back at the villa Mo Tian had come from, she saw a large crescent-shaped sign on the roof.
It took her a long walk to finally hail a taxi, and by the time she returned to the training camp it was almost two o'clock. In the car, the aphrodisiac had begun to take effect; for some reason, her desire was stronger than usual. Instead of going back to her dormitory, she went straight to the bathroom.
As she masturbated once more, a pair of eyes watched her from the darkness, their gaze filled with doubt, pity, concern, and, moreover, a desire—a very strong desire…
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Hong Kong Silver Moon Pavilion.
From the moment Zhou Weizheng stepped into the Silver Moon Pavilion, it was as if he had entered a dream world, stepped into paradise. Everything happening around him was clearly real, yet he couldn't believe it.
On his first visit to the Silver Moon Pavilion, after watching a thrilling performance that got his blood pumping, his mind was racing and his lower body was throbbing. He was led to a luxurious bedroom in a daze. He was extremely surprised to find that lying on the large double bed was a movie star he had always admired.
Gazing at the beauty who had stepped out of the screen and into his eyes, he was dumbfounded and at a loss for words. Between the illusion and reality, the woman known for her cold and aloof image on the screen possessed a passion more intense than fire. That night, he made love to her endlessly until dawn, Zhou Weizheng still not fully sober.
Several days later, Li Quan invited him to the Silver Moon Pavilion again. He was somewhat prepared beforehand, but this time the surprise was even greater. Just yesterday, he and some colleagues watched the Miss Hong Kong pageant live, and he particularly liked one of the contestants. When he opened the door and saw her standing gracefully in the center of the room in a cheongsam, this surprise left him completely bewildered.
Every time he left the Silver Moon Pavilion, Li Quan would smile and see him off, never saying much, but Zhou Weizheng wasn't stupid. He vaguely felt that Li Quan must have an ulterior motive.
Although he worked in the government, he didn't have much power, but he was in charge of the computer vote counting for this Chief Executive election. Did Li Quan want him to tamper with it? He dared not think too deeply about it. Although he was hopelessly addicted to lust, he still had a shred of conscience and a bottom line he had to uphold.
He considered refusing Li Quan's invitation, but each time he couldn't escape the craving for desire. Last time, it was a 1.8-meter-tall supermodel whose long legs drove him crazy. As he left, he remarked, "It's a pity she's not a virgin." Today, he returned to Silver Moon Tower. The room contained a girl slightly shorter than the previous supermodel, but with an even more alluring figure. "Please be gentle with me, I'm still a virgin," were the girl's first words upon his arrival. In
the oval office on the top floor of Silver Moon Tower, Li Quan sat grimly in a leather swivel chair. Before him was a massive rear-projection plasma television. Every room and every corner of Silver Moon Tower was equipped with an electronic surveillance system, and the huge screen broadcast the explosive scene in Zhou Wei's room.
"You got off easy, you brat!" Li Quan cursed angrily, gripping the sofa armrest. He had originally wanted to sleep with the girl Zhou Weizheng had taken his virginity from, but the painful decision to forgo it left him quite frustrated. He had already invested a considerable amount in Zhou Weizheng, but after several attempts, Li Quan knew she wouldn't be completely devoted to the underworld. However, he still had cards to play.
In a state of extreme arousal, Zhou Weizheng thrust his rock-hard penis left and right, but couldn't penetrate her vagina. Just as he was becoming increasingly anxious, the girl's soft hand gently grasped his penis, guiding it. He used the momentum to thrust forcefully, squeezing his penis into her incredibly narrow vagina.
An indescribable tingling sensation shot from the tip of his penis throughout his body like an electric current. This immense pleasure was something he had never experienced before. Previous women, though beautiful, were not virgins; the physical pleasure outweighed the emotional. But today, although he couldn't even call her name, he was her first man, and the virginity complex buried deep within every man's heart erupted with tremendous energy.
The word "virgin" reminded Zhou Wei of his wife. The first virgin he had ever encountered was Yan Lanyin, but that disastrous wedding night shattered his dreams.
Gazing at his beautiful wife, he was consumed by lust but could only watch. Although Yan Lanyin had mentioned it, Zhou Wei knew of her near-rape experience and suspected she was no longer a virgin.
For eight days straight, his patience reached its limit. When he lunged at his wife in a frenzy, she knocked him to the ground. No man could accept such a situation. Just as his anger erupted, Yan Lanyin suggested tying her up.
After tying Yan Lanyin up, Zhou Wei was caught in a complex and contradictory state of mind. He was well-educated and loved his wife. Looking at the tightly bound Yan Lanyin, he felt a strong sense of guilt, but on the other hand, he also felt a thrill. She could no longer escape his embrace as she had on the previous seven nights. The intense desire to conquer made the already uncontrollable flames burn even more fiercely.
Although it was stimulating, it also reminded him of his wife, who had also been tied up, surrounded by men who shamelessly touched her body. This was unacceptable to him; if she had truly been raped, their nascent marriage would be shrouded in darkness. With
both of them so tense before sex, how could there be any physical intimacy? Yan Lanyin's pained expression and cries made Zhou Wei feel like a rapist, not a husband. After much effort, his penis had barely entered when Yan Lanyin begged for it to be faster. At first, he was gentle, afraid of hurting her, but later, annoyed by her cries, he disregarded everything and used brute force to complete the act of deflowering her amidst her sobs.
Although the few drops of blood filled him with ecstasy, this night was destined not to leave them with pleasant memories. After the hasty end, both remained silent.
At this very moment, in the Silver Moon Pavilion, Zhou Weizheng's penis broke through the virgin's barrier, penetrating all the way to the hilt. The girl cried out softly, her arms outstretched, tightly embracing Zhou Weizheng, her buttocks responding to his thrusts, striving to give him the greatest pleasure. Although she was a virgin, she had undergone months of training and knew how to arouse a man.
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The two were only separated by one floor, a few meters apart as the crow flies, but their states of mind were completely different.
After several days of training, Ying Gu arranged for her to officially become a client, which was also Li Quan's intention. For so many days, Yan Lanyin, though coerced into not daring to resist, had not truly submitted. Li Quan wanted to completely reduce her to a prostitute, delivering another heavy blow to her.
Yan Lanyin entered the room almost simultaneously with Zhou Weizheng. She wore a light gray suit and skirt, a flesh-colored silk skirt, and pointed high heels, with light makeup, resembling an elegant white-collar worker. Inside were two short, stout Arab men in white robes, both with sunken eyes, high noses, and thick beards, their appearances remarkably similar.
The two foreigners were excited, shouting and babbling in a language Yan Lanyin couldn't understand a word of. She maintained a smile; this was Yinggu's request. Yinggu had told her that she saw her every move, and if her performance satisfied her, she could leave after serving the customer; otherwise, she would have to continue until Yinggu was satisfied.
At the request of the two Arab men, Yan Lanyin stood on a glass round table and removed her stockings and panties. She spread her legs, exposing her bare genitals for their viewing and fondling. The most difficult part was maintaining a smile as they inserted their rough, calloused fingers into her vagina and anus.
A huge penis was placed near her mouth; she numbly opened her bright red lips and swallowed it, a wave of bitterness washing over her. She never dreamed that one day she would fall from a revered policewoman to a prostitute.
"Weizheng, forgive me; Feixue, forgive me," she silently murmured in her heart, as another Arab man placed her legs on his shoulders and thrust his penis into her, almost reaching her cervix.
Fate was cruel. Yan Lanyin endured immense shame for her family and lover, while at the same time, her husband was in the same building, sleeping with another woman, and her sister Feixue could not escape the daily humiliation and abuse of men. Everyone who gives hopes for a return, but what happens when they learn the cruel truth? People live for hope; what would happen without hope?
The two Arabs, both on Viagra, were incredibly powerful, their relentless, forceful thrusts causing Yan Lanyin excruciating pain in her lower body, but she had no choice but to endure it. They held Yan Lanyin, one sitting on a chair, the other attacking from behind, a pincer movement, their two enormous penises inserted into her vagina and anus respectively, causing Yan Lanyin to gasp in pain.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a man in black slipped in, nimbly rolling and crouching behind a wooden chair. Almost simultaneously, both Arabs, including Yan Lanyin, felt their hearts clench tightly—a very strange feeling, like a daydream, conscious yet unable to move or speak. A
dark gun barrel was pressed against the backside of the Arab sitting in the chair. "Continue, or I'll kill you," the man in black said in English. Judging from the voice, it was a very young woman, her face veiled, but her large eyes were captivating.
After saying this, the strange pressure lessened considerably. The two Arabs, though terrified, had no choice but to obey. At that moment, a burst of gunfire erupted outside the door.
The two Arabs didn't know why they were being forced to do this, but Yan Lanyin did. The room was equipped with surveillance cameras. She had quickly located the cameras and found a blind spot to hide in. Her skill, judgment, and agility were something Yan Lanyin herself couldn't match.
Although sandwiched between the two men, Yan Lanyin could still see them over their shoulders. "Are you a police officer?" Yan Lanyin asked softly in Chinese.
The woman in black was intently listening to the commotion outside. Hearing Yan Lanyin's question, a look of confusion crossed her eyes. Although she had reduced her mental control over them, they shouldn't be able to speak, yet this woman seemed uncontrollable.
"Be careful," Yan Lanyin said. Although she didn't answer, her intuition told her that the woman in the black trench coat was a police officer. She was worried; falling into Li Quan's hands would be worse than death.
The woman in black nodded slightly to Yan Lanyin. "Who are you?" She also sensed something unusual about this woman.
A flicker of pain crossed Yan Lanyin's face. The two penises inserted into her body were still writhing, though much slower than before, a stark reminder that she was nothing more than a plaything under a man's crotch.
After a long hesitation, she softly uttered, "Prostitute." That was all she could say. Could she really say that her body, that of a Hong Kong police officer, had been defiled, her soul defiled? She didn't want to further tarnish the two words that held such sacred meaning in her heart—police officer.
The woman in black wasn't particularly strange; here, the women were obviously prostitutes for men's pleasure. She could speak because her willpower was stronger than the average person's, and sometimes, willpower has nothing to do with profession.
"I've come to rescue a friend," the woman in black said. For some reason, perhaps because Yan Lanyin was playing the role of a prostitute, she still retained some of the qualities of a policewoman; perhaps this feeling gave her a sense of familiarity.
Suddenly, the gunfire ceased. The black woman stopped speaking, her attention fixed on the movements outside the door.
Yan Lanyin's eyes welled up, and she almost cried again. How lucky was that "friend" she spoke of! But who would save her? When would she be able to escape this hellish life?
Noisy footsteps and voices sounded outside the door. Suddenly, the woman in black leaped up like a cheetah, gun in hand, flung open the door, and rushed out.
In that instant, Yan Lanyin desperately turned her body towards the open door—there lay light, there was freedom! But light and freedom were so far away, so unattainable!
In that instant, the two Arabs, freed from their mental restraints, simultaneously reached climax. Perhaps the threat of death they had just faced had been mixed with a morbid excitement in their sudden climax. They roared wildly; the one in front gripped her breasts, the snow-white flesh leaking through his fingers like wet flour; the one behind gripped her thighs, his nails piercing her skin and digging deep into her flesh.
The two men stood up, lifting her into the air, their enormous penises almost splitting her in two. Waves of semen pounded against her uterus, rushing into her rectum, churning her body in excruciating pain.
At this moment, perhaps it was her yearning for light that gave her courage, perhaps it was the fearless spirit of the woman in black that moved her, perhaps it was the near-fatal brutality of these two foreigners that enraged her, Yan Lanyin suddenly erupted. She struck the man behind her on the head with her elbow, causing blood to spurt from his nose. The man in front, before he could react, was punched in the chest, the force sending his short, stout body tumbling to the ground along with the chair.
The man in front of her fell backward, his penis ejaculating its last stream of semen, which, with powerful force, rushed towards Yan Lanyin's cheek. She instinctively reached out to block it.
At that moment, the open door closed, plunging the room into darkness. Yan Lanyin's heart sank in that instant. The door could be easily opened, but could she walk out? Could she abandon Feixue and Weizheng?
The answer was no! Her hand, which had been trying to block the semen, suddenly lost its strength. The milky, viscous substance struck the corner of her lips, extinguishing the flame that had burned within her.
She didn't bother to wipe it away; it would just keep coming back. She stood there quietly, her face expressionless, her soul seemingly departed. The room was eerily quiet, broken only by the faint sound of dripping semen from between her legs.
The two Arabs slowly got up, bewildered and furious at being attacked without warning, yet hesitant to approach.
The stalemate continued until gunshots rang out again. She was worried about the woman in black; she hoped she would succeed. If she, like herself, became a prey for men's lust, it would be a great tragedy!
Perhaps seeing that Yan Lanyin was not moving, the two Arabs approached her. One of them retrieved a set of handcuffs, leg irons, and chains from the room, a combination of SM equipment.
Yan Lanyin did not resist, letting them twist her hands behind her back and forcefully press her to the ground, putting shackles on her feet. The silver chains connecting her hands and feet gleamed, binding her freedom in an "X" shape on her back.
Once shackled, the two Arabs became more emboldened. Looking at their murderous glares, Yan Lanyin knew that tonight would be another long, stormy night.

Chapter 1, New Power (Part 3)
Hong Kong, Silver Moon Tower. Since meeting Mo Tian, Fu Shaomin had been waiting by the Silver Moon Tower every night. Only a day later, he saw him again.
When Mo Tian arrived, there were many people at the entrance of Yinyue Tower. He was pushed and shoved inside as soon as he got out of the car, and she couldn't find an opportunity to strike.
Fu Shaomin decided to wait, but by 1 a.m., most of the guests had left, and Mo Tian still hadn't come out. She couldn't hold back any longer and decided to go in, find him, and kill him.
Finding a secluded spot, Fu Shaomin climbed over the wall
but didn't see anyone. She lay in the grass for a long time, observing, and noticed that the third floor had the most lit rooms. So she went to the back of the building and climbed up the drainpipe. She wasn't sure if Mo Tian was there, nor did she know the true situation inside the building. Acting rashly would definitely be dangerous, but the fire of revenge blinded her. She had only one thought—to kill Mo Tian.
Climbing to the third floor, she faintly heard voices coming from a room with tightly drawn curtains. She listened carefully and realized that one of the voices was Mo Tian's.
Fu Shaomin took a deep breath, leaped, and rushed towards the window. Amidst the loud crash of shattering glass, she crashed into the room like a bird. Mid-air, gun already in hand, she was extremely confident in her marksmanship; at such close range, Mo Tian couldn't possibly escape.
Flying into the room, she realized her mistake. The room was empty; the conversation was coming from a loudspeaker. Sensing danger, she turned and rushed towards the window, but an iron gate suddenly rose, blocking the window and her escape route.
Before she could even react, several figures leaped out from behind the sofa and curtains. They were dressed in black, wielding metal rods over a foot long and as thick as a thumb, extendable like antennas. Fu Shaomin raised her gun to fire, but a rod struck her wrist, knocking the gun from her hand.
Despite being in dire straits, Fu Shaomin remained calm, parrying the whistling metal rods from both sides, leaping into the air, and launching a flying kick at her enemies. Five men surrounded her, all Li Quan's guards, skilled in martial arts and armed. Although Fu Shaomin was brave, she was outnumbered and found herself in a fierce battle.
During the fight, the door swung open, and Mo Tian and Li Quan entered, followed by Liu Xiong, the leader of the Crimson Flag Hall, and a dozen or so members of the Black Dragon Society. Silver Moon Tower was a stronghold of the Black Dragon Society, equipped with a highly advanced security system and surveillance cameras throughout. Therefore, the moment Fu Shaomin stepped into Silver Moon Tower, she was already under the Black Dragon Society's surveillance.
Fu Shaomin saw Mo Tian and roared, trying to rush forward, but a barrage of sticks blocked her way.
"You have a path to heaven but choose not to take it, you have no way to get to hell but choose to barge in. Didn't you get enough fun in Yunnan? Now you've run into this mess!" Mo Tian also hated her intensely. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have been captured in Yunnan and had his martial arts crippled.
"Young Master Tian, what are you planning to do with her?" Li Quan knew from Mo Tian that she was a policewoman from the mainland. Although it would be a pity to kill such a beautiful woman, the shrewd Li Quan wouldn't let a woman displease Mo Zhentian's son.
"Beat her to death!" Mo Tian gritted his teeth and said.
Hearing Mo Tian's order, several men in black turned their gazes to Li Quan. Li Quan sighed inwardly, but could only nod in agreement.
The men in black swung their metal clubs with increased force, but the clubs were thin, so even if they hit vital points, they wouldn't be fatal. Although Fu Shaomin tried her best to resist, she was still repeatedly struck by the whistling clubs. Her long hair was disheveled, her breathing rapid, her black coat and trousers, and her purple shirt were tattered, her fair skin covered with bright red welts.
Soon, Fu Shaomin was knocked to the ground, unable to resist. She covered her head with her hands, her almost naked body rolling on the ground. The men in black bent over, their clubs still raining down on her. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before she was beaten to death.
"Wait," Mo Tian said grimly. The men in black stopped upon hearing this. Two of them grabbed Fu Shaomin by the shoulders, dragged her up, and forced her to kneel on the ground.
"You're the one who made me wish I were dead!" Mo Tian strode forward, snatched a metal rod, and struck Fu Shaomin's forehead repeatedly, causing blood to gush out.
"You'll die a horrible death!" Fu Shaomin raised her head, staring intently at Mo Tian, the burning flames of hatred in her eyes chilling everyone to the bone.
Mo Tian laughed in fury, throwing away the stick. "I originally wanted to beat you to death with one blow, but that would be too easy on you. Since you like being fucked, I'll let you have your fill today." He turned to the crowd and said, "Those who want to go, have your fill." "Let me go first!" Liu Xiong, who was beside Li Quan, had been itching to go. Hearing this, he strode forward, squatted down beside her, and ripped off her panties. His huge hands grabbed her buttocks. "This chick's ass is so sexy," Liu Xiong laughed loudly.
From the moment she fell into the trap, Fu Shaomin had no intention of leaving alive. Death was not scary; she had long harbored the will to die. But not being able to kill her enemies and suffering further humiliation made her extremely unwilling. Pain and despair surged into her heart.
Liu Xiong unzipped his trousers, revealing his huge, ugly penis. He spat into his palm, smeared it haphazardly on Fu Shaomin's private parts, and then, with his erect penis, prepared to penetrate her.
"Wait!" Li Quan suddenly called out, holding a walkie-talkie. His subordinates had just reported that another masked woman had broken into Silver Moon Tower.
Gunfire erupted suddenly, and it was very close. "Young Master Mo, please leave first," Li Quan said calmly. If Mo Tian were to get hurt here, he wouldn't be able to save his own head even if he had ten heads. With the help of four guards, Mo Tian entered through a hidden door. The hidden door led directly to the basement, where several bulletproof cars were located for a safe evacuation.
The thirty-odd guards of Silver Moon Tower were personally selected by Li Quan. They were all skilled in martial arts and firearms, and their abilities were no less than those of elite special forces units in the world. He was very confident that no matter who came, even if they were "Phoenix" warriors, once they entered Silver Moon Tower, they wouldn't leave easily.
The gunfight continued in the corridor between the second and third floors. The other party had skillfully disrupted the surveillance system, making it impossible for the enemy to accurately pinpoint her location.
After a while, the gunfire subsided, and the guards reported that the other party was out of ammunition. "Take her alive," Li Quan ordered through the walkie-talkie. Soon, the guards reported that they had captured the intruder.
"Let's go see who this is," Li Quan said, delighted with the capture. He and Liu Xiong left the room. "Take her with us; she might be part of the group," he said, pointing to Fu Shaomin.
On the second floor, more than a dozen black-clad guards surrounded a woman. She wore a black trench coat and high-waisted black trousers, with broad shoulders, a slender waist, and long legs. The lines of her chest revealed a full bust. Although her face was covered by a silk scarf, her crescent-shaped eyes shone like stars. Judging from those eyes alone, Li Quan was certain she was a beauty, and a very young one at that.
"Who are you?" Li Quan gestured, and his subordinate removed the silk scarf. As Li Quan had expected, she was even more beautiful than he had imagined, with exquisitely sculpted features and a striking, unforgettable appearance.
“Your name is Li Quan, general manager of Zhentian Company. You’re a legitimate businessman in name only, but in reality, you’re a lackey of the Black Dragon Society.” The girl smiled slightly, her expression calm despite being held at gunpoint.
“She’s with you, isn’t she?” Li Quan pointed at Fu Shaomin, who was being held by guards. Fu Shaomin’s eyes were filled with confusion; she clearly didn’t recognize her. The girl’s eyes flashed with even more murderous intent when she saw Fu Shaomin, who was naked and covered in wounds.
The girl’s extraordinary composure made Li Quan feel that something was amiss. As he was pondering this, Liu Xiong stepped forward from the crowd and stood in front of the girl. “Even now, you’re still so stubborn.” He raised his hand and slapped her hard across the cheek.
“Spit!” Bright red blood seeped from the corner of the girl’s mouth. She defiantly turned her head and spat the bloody saliva onto Liu Xiong’s face.
"Damn it, if you weren't so pretty, I'd kill you with one slap!" She'd ruined his plans, and Liu Xiong, with nowhere to vent his anger, reached out, grabbed her collar, and ripped open her tight underwear, pulling it down to her waist along with her purple bra.
Instantly, all the men present stared wide-eyed. The girl's hemispherical breasts were exquisitely beautiful, the nipples in the center of the spheres slightly upturned as if suspended by a thread, the pale pink nipples like the finishing touch on the jade peaks. With
her clothes torn open, the girl didn't resist, nor did she try to cover herself, but let her breasts be exposed to everyone.
Liu Xiong's hands tightly gripped those alluring breasts, and everyone's eyes were filled with envy, wishing they could touch them too.
Only Li Quan sensed the danger. He looked around and suddenly saw a figure appear out of nowhere, swiftly taking down the two guards holding Fu Shaomin. She supported the swaying Fu Shaomin with one hand, and held a gun in the other, the dark muzzle pointed at Li Quan. She was the mysterious woman hiding in Yan Lanyin's room.
Li Quan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body chilled to the bone. He secretly regretted underestimating his opponent. There were two of them. Although the first one had been detected by the surveillance system, she had sabotaged the cameras along the way, allowing the second one to infiltrate undetected. The first one had deliberately been captured to lure them out. Li Quan had to admire their cunning and courage.
"Everyone, don't move!" The woman with the gun was also masked. She was slightly taller than the captured girl, with a more alluring figure and a more intense killing intent.
"Can you kill all these people by yourself? I just need to order them to fire at once, and I guarantee you'll be riddled with bullets," Li Quan said with a smile.
"Don't be so confident!" the girl said coldly. "First of all, you'll die before they fire. Also, I guarantee your useless henchmen aren't even capable of firing a shot. Want to take a gamble?" Cold sweat began to bead on Li Quan's forehead. For some reason, a heavy weight pressed on his heart, making it difficult to even breathe. He was also certain that this mysterious woman possessed the abilities she claimed. "What do you want?" his voice was hoarse.
"I just want to take her away. I don't want to kill anyone today," the mysterious girl said.
"Okay, no problem," Li Quan agreed as if bewitched, even he couldn't believe how quickly he did. In his eyes, she seemed much taller, like a giant, an invincible giant. Fear gripped his heart.
"Okay," the girl helped Fu Shaomin slowly walk over. "Whoever thinks about firing a shot, I guarantee they'll be the first to die." Her murderous gaze swept over everyone. Everyone stared in disbelief, as if under a spell. No one had the courage to raise a gun, or even the thought of firing.
As she slowly walked past the crowd, Liu Xiong suddenly roared and struck her with a palm. Before the palm even landed, his powerful inner energy pressed down like a mountain.
"I know it's you," the mysterious girl coldly snorted, turning her face to Liu Xiong. The instant their eyes met, Liu Xiong felt as if he had been struck hard by a sledgehammer, his inner energy instantly dissipating. His expression changed drastically. He had heard that those who had cultivated martial arts to the highest level could subdue their enemies invisibly with just their will and killing intent. Could this mysterious woman actually possess such legendary cultivation?
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out. Liu Xiong was shot in the left shoulder and staggered against the wall. Almost simultaneously, the palm strike, though greatly weakened, struck the mysterious girl's chest. She groaned and slammed into the wall on the other side, blood gushing from her mouth and staining her veil.
In that split second, the crowd, as if under a spell, regained their senses. Several of them stirred restlessly, preparing to counterattack.
"Anyone who dares to move will surely die," the girl said in a deep voice, though her voice was somewhat hoarse.
Liu Xiong, shot, was extremely puzzled. She could dispel his true energy with just a glance—what kind of martial arts was that? Yet she was injured by his palm strike, and it didn't seem like she knew any ancient martial arts. This was too unbelievable.
She held her gun level, her gaze sweeping over everyone. The crowd, as if bewitched, dared not move until the three of them disappeared from sight. Only then did they snap out of their daze and frantically chase after them, only to see them get into a car; they couldn't catch up.
◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Pacific Ocean, Falling Phoenix Island A dark night, thick fog, shrouded a solitary island in the South Pacific—Falling Phoenix Island. The island, 30 square kilometers in circumference, resembled a large bird with a broken left wing, hence the name Falling Phoenix Island given by the Demonic Sect, implicitly containing the meaning of restraining the "phoenix."
Fallen Phoenix Island was formed by an underwater volcanic eruption thirty years ago. After the Demonic Cult established a base on the island, they shrouded the area in artificial fog and used a powerful electronic jamming system to prevent radar detection. Therefore, not only is the island not shown on any world map, but even "Phoenix" only knows its general location and cannot obtain further detailed information.
Falling Phoenix Island is one of the three main bases of the Demonic Cult, a training ground for its elite warriors, and also imprisones dozens of captured Phoenix Warriors. The island is teeming with experts and heavily guarded, with the Azure Dragon, the leader of the Five Divine Beasts, and Ananda, the Indian Demon Monk, the leader of the Four Demons, and Yulan, one of the Five Divine Beasts, among other experts, in charge of defense.
Falling Phoenix Island is the Demonic Cult's world, and also a paradise for men. Top Demonic Cult experts love to come here because, besides fine wine, there are also beautiful women.
One of the two saints of the Demonic Cult—the Invincible Emperor Xing Tian—once ordered Demonic Cult organizations from various continents to send 20 women annually, with the Asian Black Dragon Society doubling the task. The Demonic Saint's order was obeyed without question; the Demonic Cult's power was immense, and the girls sent to Falling Phoenix Island were all exceptional beauties, chosen from among thousands.
The imprisoned Phoenix Warriors on the island were all young and beautiful, but what attracted the Demonic Cult experts most were their status and their aura. The beauties sent to the island are quickly trained into obedient slaves, while the Phoenix Warriors, imprisoned in cages, rarely submit. What a thrill it is to be high above, wielding a whip, making the women who were once formidable enemies groan in pain beneath one's crotch.
Every year, the Demonic Cult selects elites from around the world to Falling Phoenix Island for a six-month ancient martial arts training program. Only about ten out of hundreds pass the first stage, after which they have the opportunity to enter the Demon God Cave to learn more advanced martial arts. Before entering the Demon God Cave, there is a celebration where each person receives a stunningly beautiful virgin as a reward, with the strongest martial artist having priority. At
the southern end of the island stand three European-style villas, three stories high, with two rooms on each floor, each room typically accommodating two people. Today, more than twenty young women reside in the villas; the Demonic Cult's elite training will end in half a month, and these women are the prizes for the victors.
All the rooms were dark, but starting at 11 PM, every so often, a chilling scream would pierce the air.
Two armed guards stood at the villa's entrance. The younger guard offered the other a cigarette. "That scream comes every now and then, it's quite frightening," he said, his hand trembling slightly as he took the cigarette.
"Brother, if you saw that stuff, you'd be scared awake in the middle of the night too," the other guard said, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. "I've seen and heard it all before, it's nothing new!" The guard who offered the cigarette took several deep drags. "Brother, these twenty-odd girls, I don't know where they found them, they're all stunningly beautiful, I, I..." he gasped, "If I could have a go at them, my life would be complete." "Heh, these girls are for cultivators, you should try them if you dare." "I don't have that ability." "But speaking of which, these women are better than last time..." "Well, there's one of them. I only glanced at her, and my soul was completely captivated." The older guard sighed, staring at the flickering cigarette butt in his hand, and said dejectedly, "Tonight, I won't fall asleep without this cigarette to keep me awake." "Are you talking about the one with long hair who lives on the top floor of Building One?" The younger guard abruptly threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. "I know you're talking about her. I've never seen such a beautiful woman in my life..." The younger guard continued rambling, using the most beautiful adjectives he could think of to describe the woman.
"Do you think we have a chance to sleep with her?" The younger guard pulled out another cigarette and offered it to him ingratiatingly.
"There's still a chance," the older guard said.
"Tell me about it," the younger guard said impatiently.
"They won't stay here for long," the older guard said, pointing to some bungalows in the distance. "After they lose their virginity, most of them will have to live over there. People like us have a chance to go there once a month. If we're lucky, we might be able to sleep with her." "That's great!" the younger guard said, his cheeks flushed with excitement.
"But don't get too excited." "Why?" "In my experience, someone as rare as her will definitely be noticed by some big shot, and then she won't get a chance." The two stopped talking and turned their gazes to the room on the top floor of Building One, their eyes somewhat dazed.

Chapter 1, New Power (IV)
Hong Kong As the car drove far away from Silver Moon Building, the veiled girl took off her veil. "It's you, Instructor Gao!" Fu Shaomin called out.
Gao Yun gently wiped the bloodstains from her lips with her veil, smiling as she said, "There's nothing strange about this. You've been acting strangely these past few days. I've been watching you for a while now. As long as you're in the training camp, you're one of my people. How could I not help you when you're in danger?" She spoke calmly, as if she had done something very ordinary.
Fu Shaomin felt a surge of warmth in her heart, her eyes welling up with tears, and she choked out, "Thank you." She had come to this unfamiliar place alone, carrying countless wounds, using a facade of strength to shut herself off. But now, she had been pulled up from the abyss of despair, the fences around her heart had opened, and she no longer felt helpless. In an instant, the distance between their hearts disappeared.
Gao Yun took off her trench coat and gently draped it over Fu Shaomin's naked body. "We police officers deal with criminals every day. Danger is the most common thing for us. If you were outside today, you would have come in to save me too." She took out a few tissues and wiped away a few glistening tears from the corners of Fu Shaomin's eyes, smiling as she said, "Okay, don't cry. Let me introduce you. She's also an Interpol officer." She pointed to the girl sitting in the passenger seat, straightening her torn clothes.
"My name is Sheng Hongyu. I heard Gao Yun mention you. She said you're a very good shot. We should spar sometime." Sheng Hongyu took over the conversation, turning to smile at Fu Shaomin.
"Okay." Fu Shaomin's tears turned into a smile, as bright and beautiful as a begonia after a storm. "She's also an Interpol officer?" The driver was also a young girl, but she hadn't spoken.
"I'm a Hong Kong police officer. My name is Shui Ling." The girl turned her head and said. For a moment, Fu Shaomin was slightly stunned. This girl named Shui Ling was breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes were like the brightest stars, her skin was as smooth and delicate as a peach, and she possessed a unique temperament that was both noble and approachable. She was like a lotus blooming in the dark night, someone who could be remembered forever after just one glance.
Gao Yun was always thoughtful in her actions. She and Sheng Hongyu went in to rescue people. If they failed, Shui Ling would do her best to mobilize the Hong Kong police force. Although the Black Dragon Society was powerful, it was difficult for them to control everything.
"You're injured like this. Don't go back to the camp yet. Let's find a place to apply some medicine," Gao Yun said.
"Let's go to my house. I live alone. I have medicine at home. Let's all go together," Shui Ling suggested.
"Okay, we've been friends for so long, and I've never been to your house before," Sheng Hongyu agreed first. Gao Yun turned to Fu Shaomin for her opinion, and Fu Shaomin naturally had no objections.
Shui Ling lived in a high-rise apartment in Central. Upon entering the room, she brought out a variety of medicines, including alcohol, mercurochrome, Yunnan Baiyao, and safflower oil.
"Let me do it," Gao Yun said, taking the medicine and helping Fu Shaomin remove her tattered clothes and lie down on the sofa.
Although covered in wounds, most were superficial and didn't involve any serious injuries. A few days of rest and medication should be enough for a quick recovery. Most wounds were just red and swollen, without bleeding, requiring only alcohol for disinfection. A few broken skin and bleeding wounds required mercurochrome and Yunnan Baiyao. Gao Yun meticulously cleaned each of her wounds. Although it stung, Fu Shaomin didn't mind, her heart filled with joy and relief.
Sheng Hongyu had just arrived in Hong Kong today and was immediately brought along by Gao Yun for help. Since she had arranged to meet Shui Ling, she dragged her along as well. Sheng Hongyu and Shui Ling had fought side-by-side in Indonesia and were practically sworn brothers; their reunion today was naturally a joyous occasion.
"Do you have any alcohol?" Sheng Hongyu suddenly asked.
"Yes, but it's all imported liquor, just for decoration." Shui Ling didn't usually drink, which was a little strange, as Sheng Hongyu used to have a high tolerance for alcohol but wasn't a heavy drinker.
"Imported liquor is fine too. We're so happy today, we should definitely have a couple of drinks," Sheng Hongyu said.
"Okay, I'll go get it." Shui Ling went to the liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of premium Jack Daniel's whiskey, and a few stemmed crystal glasses.
"This is good." Sheng Hongyu poured most of a glass and drank it all in one gulp. She took the bottle and poured another half glass.
In the blink of an eye, she had drunk three cups. Shui Ling was somewhat dumbfounded, but she vaguely guessed the reason behind it. However, she would never reveal the reason. All she could do was drink with her; as long as she was happy, what did it matter if she got drunk?
Shui Ling was right. After Sheng Hongyu lost her virginity to Hajiri in Indonesia, she was gang-raped by more than 150 men in less than 24 hours. She endured the pain and continued to fight, but the humiliating memories gnawed at her like venomous snakes. She started drinking to relieve the pain with alcohol.
Gao Yun, of course, knew this too. She sighed softly and focused on cleaning Fu Shaomin's wounds. Since she was applying medicine, gentle caresses were inevitable. Nighttime was when the aphrodisiac took effect, and Fu Shaomin felt hot all over, her secret place slowly becoming moist.
The look in Gao Yun's eyes was burning with the same flame as Fu Shaomin's—a secret she had buried.
Several years ago, one winter in the snowy Alps, while chasing a notorious criminal, she slipped and fell off a cliff. When her partner, Ding Lin, found her, she was frozen stiff and on the verge of death.
Ding Lin carried her to a sheltered cave, started a fire, and the two embraced naked. Ding Lin warmed her with his body, pulling her back from the brink of death. That night, they hugged, caressed, and kissed each other. It all happened so naturally, so naturally. From then on, Gao Yun lost all interest in men; Ding Lin became her only love.
A year ago, Ding Lin disappeared in Egypt. At the time, Gao Yun was in Europe tracking a drug lord. Upon hearing the news, she abandoned everything and rushed to Egypt, searching for him for six months, but still couldn't find him. Finally, persuaded by Bai Wuxia, she buried her heartache and returned to Lyon, France.
Losing her lover, the long, lonely nights were naturally sleepless. Although France had a relatively open attitude towards sex, with many gay bars and clubs, these places were often chaotic and undesirable, and Gao Yun naturally disdained going there. For the past six months, she had only suppressed her desires, filling the emptiness with work.
She had always been deeply impressed by Fu Shaomin, and witnessing Fu Shaomin masturbating in the bathroom, her alluring body and lingering moans further stirred her deeply buried desires.
Gao Yun tried hard to control her desires; they had only known each other for a short time, and she didn't want to scare Fu Shaomin, after all, not many people could truly accept homosexuality.
Gao Yun's gaze shifted from Fu Shaomin's naked body, trying to distract herself, but when her eyes fell on Shui Ling, she froze. Shui Ling wasn't a big drinker. After several drinks with Sheng Hongyu, her cheeks were flushed, and she was feeling the effects of the alcohol. She felt hot all over, so she took off her outer garment and unbuttoned her shirt. Although she was still wearing a bra, it couldn't contain her enormous breasts, which heaved with each breath, a sight that was dizzying.
Gao Yun had known Shui Ling's breasts were extremely full from the first time she saw her, but seeing them in person was still quite shocking. Some say that large breasts in East Asian women can ruin the beauty of the body, but Shui Ling was an exception. Her breasts were very firm, and instead of sagging, they stood slightly upright, exuding youthful and healthy beauty.
Unconsciously, Gao Yun's hand reached across Fu Shaomin's lower abdomen and gently pressed against her private parts. Fu Shaomin let out a soft moan and shifted slightly. Gao Yun immediately snapped out of it and withdrew her hand.
Fu Shaomin's face grew increasingly red, and the desire within her body intensified. She sat up and said, "I need to use the restroom." "There, there, and there too," Shui Ling pointed in a direction. Her house had three restrooms: one next to the kitchen, one in the bedroom, and one in the guest room. Fu Shaomin hesitated for a moment. The restroom in the guest room was the furthest from the living room, so she walked over.
After Fu Shaomin left, Gao Yun remained restless. She was certain that Fu Shaomin would be masturbating in the restroom. This was a perfect opportunity to spark a romance. Should she go or not? Her gaze swept over Shui Ling's alluring breasts again, and a flame burned brighter and brighter. Finally, she gritted her teeth, stood up, and walked towards the guest room.
The guest room door was ajar, but the restroom door inside was locked. She listened intently, and a faint, alluring moan reached her ears. She hesitated for a minute, then finally reached into her pocket and pulled out a tool resembling a hairpin. Opening the door was incredibly easy for her.
The door opened slightly a crack, and peeking through, Fu Shaomin sat on the toilet with the lid down, her left leg slightly bent and her right leg propped up on the bathtub. One hand caressed her breast, the pointed buds standing erect and striking under her touch. Her other hand stroked her labia like playing the piano, her middle finger thrusting rapidly into her secret place.
Dozens of bloodstains on her white body, moving with her movements, transformed into an indescribable yet both sensual and eerie picture. A surge of heat rose within him, and he pushed open the door and went inside.
Love between people of the same sex is a complex emotion. Some fall in love because of mutual attraction, some because of narcissism, some because of a mother complex, some because of a fear of the opposite sex due to some event, and some for reasons that are inexplicable—a glance, a gesture, a word, and they fall in love.
Years ago, Gao Yun and Ding Lin developed a same-sex love amidst life-or-death situations. Ding Lin was older than her, so Gao Yun relied on her. Today, however, she felt a strong urge to protect Fu Shaomin. Driven by this thought, she slowly walked towards Fu Shaomin.
Fu Shaomin, caught in the throes of desire, suddenly saw Gao Yun. Shock froze her completely. Her first reaction was shyness; her cheeks flushed redder than apples. She lowered her hand from her breast, unsure where to put it. Her slender middle finger was stained with translucent fluid. She looked around, wanting to find a towel to wipe it off, but the towel was behind Gao Yun. She didn't know whether she should get up to get it.
Then, she was even more dumbfounded. Gao Yun quickly took off her top, trousers, and bra, revealing her trembling, ivory-like breasts. In an instant, she seemed to understand something. Her face turned even redder, her hands involuntarily clutching her chest, and her legs pressed tightly together.
Gao Yun was a little nervous. If Fu Shaomin refused, she wouldn't force her, but she still wanted to try and see if Fu
Shaomin could accept her. She took a deep breath and said, "I know you have a lot of pain in your heart. Believe me, I will help you and make you happy!" As she spoke, she squatted down and placed her hands on Fu Shaomin's knees. Fu Shaomin's mind was in a mess. Yes, Gao Yun gave her a strong sense of security, and the medicine she had just applied had aroused her desire, but this had all come too suddenly, without any preparation. She didn't know what to do.
Gao Yun looked up at her with passionate and expectant eyes. "Open your heart, leave all your sorrow behind. I swear, from now on I will fight alongside you and wash away all shame with the blood of our enemies." Perhaps it was these words that touched Fu Shaomin, perhaps it was Gao Yun who gave her support during her most painful and confused time, or perhaps it was the "Divine Hand Heart Demon's" unique medicine that worked. Fu Shaomin's tense body relaxed, and her tightly closed legs slowly parted.
"Trust me!" Gao Yun said, her head suddenly lowering, her soft lips pressed tightly against the flower-red vulva. Just like her decisive personality, her first strike hit the mark. There was no time to slow down; Fu Shaomin's mind was still wavering, and she couldn't give her a chance to refuse.
Kissing each other's vulvas was an essential part of their intimate moments, and Gao Yun was adept at it. In a flash, she found the small clitoris and intertwined her tongue with it.
"Ah!" Fu Shaomin cried out softly, her body trembling as if struck by lightning. As Gao Yun's tongue rapidly teased the increasingly swollen clitoris, the irresistible tingling sensation made her lean forward, tightly embracing Gao Yun from behind, her fingernails digging deep into her snow-white skin.
More and more love juice gushed from Fu Shaomin's vulva. Gao Yun tilted her head back and said, "It's too small here, let's go to the room, okay?" Fu Shaomin nodded almost without thinking. Gao Yun hugged her waist, and Fu Shaomin obediently placed his hand on her neck. The two walked to the bed in the guest room.
Because Gao Yun had closed the guest room door when they came in, neither Shui Ling nor Sheng Hongyu outside noticed what was happening inside. The two embraced tightly, their equally firm and full breasts rubbing against each other, their equally luscious red lips pressed together, and their equally long, beautifully contoured legs intertwined.
Perhaps due to the aphrodisiac, when Gao Yun kissed Fu Shaomin's vulva again, she instantly and uncontrollably reached the peak of sexual climax. Gao Yun immediately noticed the change in her body and thrust her tongue in with all her might. Fu Shaomin's thighs arched high, and her vagina contracted violently, seemingly pulling her tongue inward. After a spasmodic writhing, Fu Shaomin let out a long breath and straightened her legs.
Fu Shaomin had reached orgasm, but Gao Yun hadn't. She gently rotated her tongue, sucking the overflowing love juice from Fu Shaomin's vulva into her mouth little by little, before raising her head to gaze at Fu Shaomin.
Fu Shaomin's clear, bright eyes also looked at her. In just a few minutes, her thoughts had changed drastically. Yuan Qiang was dead; she had lost her lover. The experience of being raped made her hate men. Unconsciously, she found Gao Yun's body so beautiful, so alluring.
After taking the aphrodisiac, which clung to her like a leech, she relied on masturbation for satisfaction. This was a world apart from the feeling of being caressed. The tidal wave of pleasure she had just experienced made her accept Gao Yun both physically and mentally.
"What are you thinking about?" Gao Yun asked anxiously, seeing that Fu Shaomin hadn't spoken. She was afraid that Fu Shaomin would slap her and leave.
Fu Shaomin suddenly smiled, a smile that was extremely charming and somewhat unfathomable.
"What are you laughing at?" Gao Yun asked疑惑地. She suddenly noticed that Fu Shaomin's gaze was fixed on a certain spot. Following her gaze, her face flushed instantly.
Fu Shaomin was clearly looking at her panties. In the center of the seam of her pure white lace panties, a wet stain the size of a coin was particularly conspicuous. "You—" Before Gao Yun could say anything, Fu Shaomin suddenly sat up, hugged her, and took her nipple into her mouth, sucking on it. Like Gao Yun, Fu Shaomin was a person who dared to love and hate. Once she made a decision, she would do it very boldly. Killing Mo Tian was like that, and accepting Gao Yun's love was also like that.
In that instant, Gao Yun was overjoyed. Since losing Ding Lin, she had never felt so happy and fulfilled. As Fu Shaomin slowly removed her underpants, his soft, warm red lips pressed against her private parts, which had been closed for a year. At that moment, she melted. She let out a soft "ooh" and tightly embraced his hot body, caressing him with her lips, her hands, and her heart, rekindling Fu Shaomin's desire, which burned even brighter and more intensely than the first time.
Outside the door, Shui Ling and Sheng Hongyu had already drunk two bottles of foreign liquor. Perhaps it was because the reunion of friends who had once shared life and death was particularly joyful, Sheng Hongyu insisted on drinking more. Shui Ling couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she opened another bottle. Shui Ling had already drunk more than half a bottle, and both of them were close to being drunk.
"Hongyu, let's not drink anymore, okay?" Shui Ling still maintained the last bit of sobriety.
"Why not drink! I'm not drunk, I'm happy today! Come on, cheers!" Sheng Hongyu's words were somewhat incoherent.
"Don't think about the past, let it be the past." All night, Shui Ling was careful not to touch her wounds, but after drinking too much, her words became uncontrollable.
"Hahaha!" Sheng Hongyu laughed loudly, "Let me tell you, that, that rapist who raped me, his name, his name is Hajiri, I've already killed him with one stab, so satisfying, so satisfying! Come on, cheers!" Shui Ling had no choice but to raise her glass and drink it all in one gulp. Through her drunken blur, she vaguely saw a glimmer of tears in the corner of Sheng Hongyu's eyes.
Today, when saving Fu Shaomin, Liu Xiong tore open Sheng Hongyu's clothes and grabbed her breasts in full view of everyone, reminding her of that hellish experience.
She was a strong warrior. Without a strong will, she could not have calmly escaped and calmly thrown herself into battle after losing her precious virginity and being gang-raped by 150 people, almost exceeding the limits of human endurance. Even the strongest person has a vulnerable side, and the wounds left by violence are difficult to heal in a lifetime.
The word "rape" was like a boulder thrown into a lake, disturbing Shui Ling's heart. She recalled the unknown Indonesian officer, the first man to molest her. His dark hands, grasping her breasts, still haunted her like a ghost.
And the repulsive warden, who used his short, stubby fingers to pull down her panties. When he touched her forbidden territory, despair pierced her heart like a sharp knife.
The shame men left her with went far beyond that. Every part of her body bore the dirty marks of men's fingers. Men's penises had roamed freely between her proud breasts, and her mouth had been filled with the semen of incredibly ugly phalluses. Most humiliatingly, she had yielded to the enemy's guns. She thought she wouldn't be afraid of death, but she was wrong. This dealt a devastating blow to her confidence.
Although Shui Ling was still a virgin, she no longer felt as pure as a blank sheet of paper. She feared that one day she would actually be raped, and her fear of being raped even surpassed that of death.
When the third bottle of wine was empty, they were both finally drunk. Shui Ling felt nauseous. She staggered to her feet and groped her way to the bathroom. She didn't go to the kitchen or the bedroom, but went straight to the guest room bathroom where Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin were.
She pushed open the door, but because the bed wasn't in a straight line with the door, Shui Ling didn't see them. Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin were so focused that they didn't even hear her come in.
As soon as Shui Ling entered the bathroom, she leaned against the sink and vomited. After a while, she stopped. She saw herself in the mirror; some vomit was stuck to her shirt and bra. She simply took them off, grabbed a towel, wiped her body, and then stumbled out of the bathroom and back into the room.
Gao Yun saw Shui Ling first. Staring at her enormous yet incredibly beautiful breasts, she gaped, speechless. Then Fu Shaomin saw her too, equally stunned by Shui Ling's angelic face and devilish figure.
"What are you doing?" Shui Ling also saw them, but being drunk, she couldn't understand why they were lying on the bed naked. To get a better look, she continued to stagger over.
When one has a tendency to like the same sex, the more beautiful the woman, the stronger the temptation. Gao Yun was naturally drawn to this, and Fu Shaomin even felt the same way, especially since they were close to climaxing, their desire burning intensely.
"You must be playing, I'll play with you." As Shui Ling walked, she stumbled, and Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin jumped up at the same time, supporting her on either side.
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes? Are you that hot?" Shui Ling giggled, reaching out to tickle them, but being drunk, she lost her sense of direction and grabbed their breasts instead.
A person whose desires are burning fiercely cannot withstand such stimulation. Almost simultaneously, the two women wrapped their arms around Shui Ling's waist, and almost simultaneously, their lips pressed tightly against the budding tips of her nipples.
"Don't play, it tickles," Shui Ling laughed, pushing them away with her hands. But Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin did not let go. Under their sucking, Shui Ling gradually became dazed. Of course, she could not be very clear-headed, but deep down she felt something was wrong, yet the numb, sore, and itchy feeling on her breasts was strangely comfortable. Her hands were weak, so she gently placed them on the two women's shoulders, letting them kiss her budding tips.
Sheng Hongyu also came in. She was also drunk, and almost crawled to the edge of the bed, supporting Shui Ling's body as she half-knelt. "I'll play too." Her slurred words were incomprehensible to anyone.
Shui Ling tried to clear her mind, and she succeeded, but the caresses of the three men made her body uncontrollable.
Her nipples were erect, red and beautiful, and her areolas had deepened in color, like blooming flowers. Waves of heat surged through her body, gathering into huge whirlpools that pulled her body downwards.
Drunk, Sheng Hongyu tugged at the ends of her sleek trousers, trying to pull them down, but because the buttons were undone, she couldn't get them down. Gao Yun gently reached out and unbuttoned them, pulling the black high-waisted trousers down to Sheng Hongyu's heels.
Six hands and three mouths caressed and kissed every inch of Shui Ling's skin. At first, she could still stand, but later her body went limp, and she had no strength left. Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin helped her lie on her back on the bed. Fu Shaomin was on top, gently touching her clitoris with her nipple. Gao Yun was beside her, gently supporting her face, licking her earlobe with her tongue. "Don't be nervous, we're good sisters," she whispered, and then their lips pressed tightly together.
After a long kiss, Shui Ling, still dazed, felt her panties slowly slip down her thighs. Her gaze passed over Fu Shaomin and saw that Sheng Hongyu had already pulled her panties down to her knees. This was her last line of defense. If it were anyone else, she might have felt resistance, but with Sheng Hongyu, she trusted her completely, and this trust completely shattered her bottom line.
Gao Yun leaned down, her serpentine tongue invading her virgin territory. Shui Ling was a virgin, but that didn't mean she was without desire. In less than a minute, a black flame ignited within her. Her hands flailing wildly, grabbing Fu Shaomin's breasts. She didn't let go; instead, she squeezed them hard.
Gao Yun's tongue gently parted her pink labia, invading her tight, almost impenetrable secret place. Shui Ling let out an "Ah!" and arched her back, her buttocks dangling in mid-air. Gao Yun's hands slipped beneath her, supporting her thighs, and her tongue pushed even deeper.
At this moment, four extraordinary women completely opened their hearts, wildly and frantically seeking the greatest stimulation and pleasure. Any one of them was so beautiful that she could drive men crazy. At this moment, all four of them were naked, breasts pressed against breasts, thighs clamped together. You kiss my nipples, I caress her private parts, and she bites your earlobe...
Amidst the seductive moans and gasps, one of them reached orgasm, her love juices gushing forth. The others focused their attention on her, giving her the greatest pleasure. Moments later, after the orgasm, the flame of desire was still not extinguished. At this moment, another woman also reached the peak of sexual love, her flame igniting again. And so it went, again and again, everyone immersed in the frenzy of love and desire.
Today, Gao Yun's target was Fu Shaomin. She never expected things to turn out this way. Shui Ling passively accepted the advances while drunk, but as far as Gao Yun knew, Sheng Hongyu wasn't a lesbian. It was hard to explain why she did this. Perhaps the alcohol was at play, perhaps she thought it was fun, perhaps she wanted to let loose after suppressing her feelings for so long, perhaps she also harbored feelings for Shui Ling, perhaps…
This world has too many possibilities. Perhaps a chance encounter could lead to finding true love; perhaps a sudden change could mean leaving this world.
Perhaps, perhaps in the not-too-distant future, on this moonlit night, four extraordinary policewomen, embracing, caressing, and kissing each other, seeking solace, indulgence, and happiness, would all fall into the abyss, becoming tools for men's lust, playthings under their crotches.
Humans cannot live forever. In the short span of life, to experience true happiness is enough. The moon outside the window pierced through the clouds, its bright light bathing the earth. Although this world has many ugly aspects, this beautiful moment is unforgettable.

Section 1, New Power (V)
Hong Kong. After Gao Yun and others from Silver Moon Pavilion rescued Fu Shaomin, the pavilion was in chaos. Who on earth was this person who had the ability to rescue someone right under their noses and even injure Liu Xiong?
As Li Quan was pondering this, he heard a shrill scream coming from a nearby room. He rushed over with his men and saw two Arab oil tycoons beating Yan Lanyin.
He quickly shouted for them to stop. The two Arabs were shouting angrily. After someone translated, Li Quan finally understood that the masked woman had been hiding in this room and that Yan Lanyin had beaten two people.
After saying some nice things, Li Quan asked them to leave. "Untie her, wash her, and bring her to my office," Li Quan said. Although it was already past midnight, there were still many VIPs in Silver Moon Pavilion. The gunfight just now must have left them trembling with fear, and he had to go and appease them.
Li Quan saw the guests off at the door, and Zhou Weizheng also came out. He had originally planned to have a deep talk with him today, but he had lost interest. After settling everything, he returned to his office.
His two subordinates bowed and left when their boss entered, leaving Yan Lanyin alone in the room. After some grooming, she looked much better, still radiant and beautiful, though the melancholy between her brows was more pronounced.
Li Quan put his arm around her waist and led her to the window. A bright moon hung in the sky, and although it was late, lights still twinkled in the distance, making Hong Kong's night view breathtaking.
"It's so beautiful," Li Quan said softly, gazing into Yan Lanyin's eyes. "What do you think?" Yan Lanyin replied expressionlessly, somewhat mechanically, "Yes." "Life is so short. On such a beautiful night, unable to be with the one you love, unable to reunite with your family, why are people so stubborn? Why do they seek out suffering?" Li Quan said slowly.
Yan Lanyin did not avoid his gaze. After a long while, she gently shook her head. "I can't do it." She could abandon her dignity and sell her body, but she would never betray her friends or harm her country.
Li Quan's gaze turned cold. "One day, you will wake up." He released her hand and sat back in his chair. "Ying Gu has taught you a lot during this time. Show me what you've got." Yan Lanyin remained silent and began to take off the clothes she had just put on.
The night was always so long!
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Li Quan told Mo Zhentian about the incident at Silver Moon Tower the previous night. Mo Zhentian pondered for a moment and said, "Tell me how you felt then." "When that woman pointed a gun at me, it felt like a huge rock was pressing on my heart. I had no strength left. Afterwards, I asked the guards, and they had the same feeling." Li Quan felt somewhat ashamed. The mysterious woman's forced entry into Silver Moon Tower had frightened Mo Zhentian's beloved son and rescued Fu Shaomin, which made him lose face.
“That’s really strange,” Li Quan continued, “That woman could dispel Liu Xiong’s true energy with just a glance, yet she was injured by his palm strike? Was she cheating?” “No!” Mo Zhentian stood up abruptly and said, “This isn’t martial arts!” “Not martial arts?” Li Quan was a little confused.
“Right, not martial arts!” Mo Zhentian paused and said in a deep voice, “It’s a kind of spiritual power, to put it bluntly, a special ability. According to intelligence, there’s an organization called ‘Extreme Angels,’ whose core members have this kind of ability.” “Extreme Angels?” Li Quan said, “I’ve heard of them. This organization uses violence to combat violence, assassinating many people they believe the law cannot punish. I heard that most of the members are women!” “Yes,” Mo Zhentian said, “Their strength should not be underestimated. Several experts in our sect have fallen to them.” “Then how can we defend ourselves?” Li Quan asked.
Mo Zhentian pondered for a while and said, "Their special abilities are mainly based on mental power. Generally speaking, they cannot control many people. If they encounter someone with a particularly strong will, the effect will be reduced. Also, if they are distracted, their mental power will be greatly weakened." Just then, Ding Fei walked in and said, "President, White Tiger Yin Xiao has arrived." Mo Zhentian reported the news that Fu Xingwu might be the Holy Maiden. The Demonic Sect took it very seriously and ordered White Tiger Yin Xiao and Xuan Turtle Tu Zhenzi to rush to Hong Kong. At the same time, Ananda, one of the Four Demons, and Zhuque Yulan also rushed from Luofeng Island.
Mo Zhentian hosted a banquet to welcome Yin Xiao. Yin Xiao looked somewhat listless. He had suffered serious internal injuries in the "Seoul" battle and had not yet fully recovered.
"Brother Yin has made great contributions in Korea and North Korea. I toast you." The Five Divine Beasts held a very high position in the sect, roughly equivalent to the leaders of the various states of the Demonic Sect. Therefore, Mo Zhentian was very polite to Yin Xiao.
Yin Xiao's face flushed slightly. Fortunately, not many people knew the details of how he had been beaten and forced to flee by Xie Hanyan. He raised his wine cup, downed it in one gulp, and said, "That's nothing to mention. Now we need to capture Fu Xingwu quickly; we can't afford to fail." "Where's Brother Xuan Gui Tu? When will he arrive in Hong Kong?" Mo Zhentian asked. Capturing a master of Fu Xingwu's caliber was far more difficult than killing her.
"I've contacted him; he'll appear at the appropriate time," Yin Xiao replied.
Mo Zhentian was slightly displeased; this was clearly a lack of respect. However, he didn't show it and continued to enthusiastically urge him to drink.
Yin Xiao's mood had been low until he saw Fu Xingwu's photo, at which point his eyes lit up and his spirits lifted somewhat.
Li Quan keenly noticed his thoughts and suggested, "Lord Yin, why don't you come to my Silver Moon Pavilion to relax? I have the most beautiful women there; I guarantee you won't be bored." Yin Xiao considered it for a moment and accepted Li Quan's suggestion. After a few rounds of drinks, he followed Li Quan to the Silver Moon Pavilion. Li Quan immediately selected the most outstanding beauties to serve him, and Yin Xiao vented his pent-up anger, even raping one of the girls until she died, causing Li Quan great heartache.
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In the early morning, Gao Yun was the first to wake up. Four women were naked and entangled, their breasts overlapping and their beautiful legs intertwined. She slowly sat up, moved the hand that was covered by Sheng Hongyu on her chest, and her gaze fell on Shui Ling's alluring breasts beside her, her heart pounding fiercely.
Although her passionate encounter last night was intentional, the morning light was now streaming through the pale yellow velvet curtains. She knew that not everyone in the world could accept such love, and she was even a little worried about their reaction when they woke up.
Gao Yun sat up gently, surrounded by soft, ivory-white bodies. It was hard to even find a place to put her hands up; she was sitting up, but couldn't get out of bed. Fu Shaomin leaned against her, his arms tightly wrapped around her thighs. She was sleeping soundly, peacefully, and Gao Yun couldn't bear to wake her from her sweet dream.
Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over her. She was a wounded girl. Although her actions last night might have seemed like taking advantage of someone in distress, she could still explain it as loving and protecting her in her own way. But faced with Shui Ling's incredibly alluring body, she couldn't control herself, leading to this outcome. If Shui Ling could accept her love like Fu Shaomin, what should she choose? Because of her love for Ding Lin, she felt that same-sex love was no different from heterosexual love. However, loving two women simultaneously, or having two women love her, was another matter entirely.
Although not internally conflicted, Gao Yun was truly bewildered. She sighed softly, gently pulling away Fu Shaomin's arm, trying to pull her legs out of her embrace. Suddenly, Fu Shaomin let out a soft moan and slowly opened her eyes. Gao Yun froze like a puppet.
Fu Shaomin's eyes were first filled with extreme confusion, then her brows furrowed. Having grown up in mainland China, she held traditional views and despised homosexuality. Last night, influenced by the "Holy Hand's Heart Demon" secret drug, her promiscuous behavior was irrational.
Seeing Fu Shaomin's gaze turn cold, Gao Yun felt a surge of anxiety and didn't know what to say. After a long while, Fu Shaomin gently pulled her hand away, lowered her head, climbed off the bed, and walked silently towards the door.
Gao Yun became even more anxious, jumping off the bed and following her into the living room. Suddenly, Fu Shaomin stopped and turned around abruptly. Gao Yun was startled and almost bumped into her.
Their eyes met. "I'm sorry," Gao Yun said softly, lowering her gaze. In that instant, Fu Shaomin had already prepared her explanation, expressing her inability to accept such a thing. But when their eyes met, she felt Gao Yun's sincerity—a gaze of love, so much like the gaze Yuan Qiang had once given her. Instantly, the words she was about to say caught in her throat, and she couldn't utter a sound.
Although she wasn't looking at Fu Shaomin, Gao Yun vaguely sensed the change in Fu Shaomin's emotions. She raised her head, met her gaze, and said loudly, "I love you! I know you can't accept it, but from this moment on, I will be by your side to protect you and prevent you from getting hurt!" At this moment, it was Fu Shaomin's turn to be unable to face her burning gaze, as if she would be scalded. She had suffered humiliation, and her family and loved ones had left her one by one. In her moment of utter despair, love was what she craved most, but the constraints of tradition prevented her from accepting and facing such love.
“I know you’re conflicted,” Gao Yun continued. “Don’t overthink it. I’m just happy to help you.” Fu Shaomin remained silent for a long time. Gao Yun sighed softly and said, “No matter what you decide, I won’t blame you. I’ll go find you some clothes.” Gao Yun absentmindedly walked to the bedroom door, almost bumping into Sheng Hongyu, who had just woken up. Although Sheng Hongyu was heavily drunk and only had a vague memory of what happened, she still knew something had occurred, and the two felt a little awkward. Although both she and Fu Shaomin were strong-willed policewomen, the humiliation of being raped left deep wounds. Suppression leads to release, especially when drunk.
“She’s still not awake,” Sheng Hongyu said softly. She could indulge herself, but dragging Shui Ling into this mess, she didn’t know what Shui Ling would think.
“I wonder how much she’ll remember,” Gao Yun also worried.
Sheng Hongyu glanced at Shui Ling, who was lying naked on the bed. "How about we put some clothes on her? It would be best if she doesn't remember, and even if she does, it would be best if she doesn't bring it up." Gao Yun was at a loss for what to do, and nodded repeatedly upon hearing Sheng Hongyu's suggestion. The two picked up Shui Ling's undergarments and tiptoed to the bedside. Just as Sheng Hongyu pulled the undergarments down to her knees, and Gao Yun struggled to fasten the bra clasp, Shui Ling let out a soft groan and opened her beautiful eyes.
Shui Ling's sudden awakening startled Gao and Sheng. Shui Ling couldn't recall what had happened the night before, and seeing this strange scene, she sat up abruptly.
"What are you doing?" Shui Ling frantically pulled up the undergarments that were on her knees.
Gao Yun and Sheng Hongyu were speechless, dumbfounded. It was Gao Yun who, in a moment of quick thinking, stammered, "You, you drank a little, a little too much last night. We, we were worried you'd catch a cold sleeping naked." Hearing Gao Yun's explanation, Sheng Hongyu almost burst out laughing.
Last night, Shui Ling was quite drunk, but some lingering memories remained. Not fully sober, she couldn't immediately distinguish whether those memories were real or hallucinations. Even so, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked as shy as a flower.
"I'll make you a cup of tea to sober you up," Gao Yun said, turning and fleeing as if escaping. Sheng Hongyu said, "I'll go too," and followed her out of the room.
Afterwards, none of the four mentioned what happened last night. Shui Ling knew those things weren't hallucinations, but she didn't say anything. Although she found it absurd, the inexplicable pleasure of indulgence was so intense, lingering in her heart.
The atmosphere was slightly awkward, and everyone said their goodbyes, fleeing Shui Ling's house as if escaping.
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She longed to see Ji Xiaoyun, hoping she could comfort her and give her the reason and courage to persevere, but even if it was a lie, she couldn't contact her no matter what. Zhou Hong was extremely anxious. Had something happened to her? Or had she abandoned her? Afterwards, she was absent-minded and was punished by Aunt Ying several times.
"Thump!" A bottle was thrown at her. Zhou Hong jumped up in surprise and realized that Aunt Ying had appeared in front of her at some point. "Take this to President Li's room," Aunt Ying said.
Zhou Hong looked at the bottle in her arms. It was a bottle of lubricant. She knew what it was used for. Zhou Hong stood up. When you've experienced too much, you become numb.
Arriving at Li Quan's room, Zhou Hong gently knocked on the door. Hearing Li Quan's shrill voice say "Come in," she pushed the door open and saw a naked young girl kneeling on the bed, her hands bound behind her back and connected to her ankles with leather shackles. Her back was facing upwards, and her buttocks were high in the air. Her hair was disheveled, and her head was turned inwards, obscuring her face. However, the beauty of her body's curves was unparalleled, even in the Silver Moon Pavilion, where beauties abounded.
Zhou Hong's heart suddenly raced for no reason. She felt that the girl's back looked familiar, but she immediately dismissed the guess. It couldn't be Ji Xiaoyun; it absolutely couldn't be her.
Li Quan sat on the sofa, also naked, his penis as hard as an angry sword. "Ah Hong, go and put some lubricant on her there. Damn it, she's already been fucked, and she's still so tight!" He was slightly out of breath, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Zhou Hong walked to the bedside. Although she couldn't believe that the girl was Ji Xiaoyun, the beautiful body was so familiar. She knelt beside the girl, but didn't have the courage to look at her face.
The girl's jade-colored buttocks and back were covered in glistening beads of sweat, clearly indicating that Li Quan had just violated her. Zhou Hong gently parted her thighs, exposing her anus, a pale pink, beautiful, but Zhou Hong could immediately tell that it had been penetrated by a man's penis. There were two half-centimeter-long wounds above and below the anus; Li Quan's attempt to penetrate had torn the still-unhealed wounds, causing a slight oozing of blood. Zhou Hong
slid lubricant under her hand, dipped her index finger in a little, and gently applied it to the anus. She knew all too well how painful forced anal sex would be without lubricant. Stimulated by the wounds, the girl's anus tightened sharply. She let out a soft moan and turned her face towards Zhou Hong. When their eyes met, Zhou Hong's heart felt like it had been seized by a giant hand, making it hard to breathe. The girl was none other than Ji Xiaoyun, whom she had longed for day and night.
"Why her? How did she get here? What should I do?" Zhou Hong's mind was in complete chaos.
Severely injured, Ji Xiaoyun, like a tiger fallen into the plains, was bullied by dogs. She was repeatedly violated by Lei Gang and the Fang brothers. In the instant before her virginity was taken, a mysterious force within her closed her vagina, rendering her impotent. Even so, she couldn't escape her fate; the forced anal sex severely traumatized her body and soul.
The beautiful woman was snatched away by the Fang brothers, and Lei Gang, filled with resentment, complained. The story spread quickly, reaching Li Quan's ears. He sent men to retrieve Ji Xiaoyun from the Fang brothers. Li Quan held a high position in the Black Dragon Society, and the Fang brothers dared not disobey him. The two brothers were filled with remorse. Because of their first anal sex session, they had torn Ji Xiaoyun's anus. They thought that since the beauty was theirs anyway, there was no rush, and they endured the pain until the wound healed. But before the wound was fully healed, Li Quan took her away. If they had known this would happen, they would have disregarded her injuries and made sure to have their fill.
Upon seeing Ji Xiaoyun, Li Quan was also awestruck. When he discovered she was impotent, his burning lust led him to target her rear. After several attempts, he couldn't penetrate her extremely narrow anus, and his wound reopened. He had to order lubricant.
Meeting her under these circumstances, Ji Xiaoyun, though not as shocked as Zhou Hong, was still extremely surprised. Although Zhou Hong was facing away from Li Quan, if she didn't immediately regain her composure, the shrewd Li Quan would surely see through her disguise. She dared not make eye contact, as Li Quan could see her expression from his seated position.
Zhou Hong's hands had stopped moving. Ji Xiaoyun knew she was in trouble. In desperation, she kicked out with her left foot, striking Zhou Hong's thigh hard. Although her hands and feet were shackled, there was still some room for movement. This kick was extremely powerful; Zhou Hong cried out in pain, and her frozen thoughts finally began to stir.
"Hahaha, you've got quite the temper," Li Quan laughed as he stood up from the sofa. Although she had lost her martial arts skills, Ji Xiaoyun still resisted to show her defiance, which was why Li Quan had handcuffed her. Therefore, Ji Xiaoyun's kick at this moment did not arouse Li Quan's suspicion.
Li Quan snatched the bottle from Zhou Hong's hand, poured some onto his hand, first applying it to his penis, then smearing the rest on Ji Xiaoyun's anus. He gripped her snow-white buttocks tightly with both hands, and thrust his penis into her anus between her buttocks.
Ji Xiaoyun wanted to resist, but seeing the anger in Zhou Hong's eyes, she endured it without moving, because struggling would cause her to lose control, and if her identity was exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable. The egg-sized glans, aided by lubrication, squeezed into her anus. Ji Xiaoyun felt pain, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She turned her head to look at Zhou Hong, but her gaze was fixed on the ugly thing entering her body.
Zhou Hong's face was deathly pale. She had tasted this pain before, and she knew this humiliation better than anyone. Although Li Quan's penis was inserted into Ji Xiaoyun's body, it felt like a sharp blade piercing her own heart. Her fists clenched tightly, the veins on the back of her fair hands bulging faintly. Just as she was about to punch Li Quan, she suddenly heard Ji Xiaoyun's cry of pain. She turned her face, and their eyes finally met. Ji Xiaoyun conveyed a message in a silent language, and Zhou Hong, being extremely intelligent, immediately understood her meaning. With her meager strength, she couldn't save Ji Xiaoyun; instead, she would expose her identity. Zhou Hong slowly loosened her clenched fists, collapsing to one side as if utterly exhausted.
Li Quan was immersed in his aggressive assault, naturally oblivious to the changes in their expressions. Seeing that Ji Xiaoyun no longer resisted, he assumed she was finally afraid of him, and a sense of conquering pleasure filled his heart. Since there was no resistance, he was no longer so rough, gently and slowly pushing his penis deeper.
After a long assault, the entire massive penis disappeared between her thighs, her lower abdomen pressed tightly against her high, round buttocks. "That's a good girl, don't be afraid, I'll take good care of you." Li Quan was usually cold and ruthless towards women, but when faced with a stunning beauty like Ji Xiaoyun, he felt a touch of tenderness.
Although he had used lubricant, the wound near her anus had still reopened, and as Li Quan began to thrust, with a dull "thump" sound of their bodies colliding, Ji Xiaoyun's thighs were already stained crimson. Li Quan was also afraid that she was too badly injured, so he no longer controlled his burgeoning desire, pressing his entire body heavily onto her buttocks, his penis convulsing violently, and his semen gushing out.
When Li Quan's penis left her body, Ji Xiaoyun's snow-white thighs were a mess of blood mixed with semen. "Hey, why are you still here? Go, go, tell Ying Gu to call Dr. Luo." Just now, all of Li Quan's attention was focused on Ji Xiaoyun, and he hadn't paid any attention to Zhou Hong beside him.
Zhou Hong hesitated, unwilling to leave Ji Xiaoyun. "What are you standing there for? Go now!" Li Quan shouted. "Yes," Zhou Hong replied, and had no choice but to leave.
A moment later, a man in his forties entered, skillfully cleaning the wound and applying medicine. The medicine was quite effective; a cooling sensation greatly reduced the pain.
As night deepened, neither Ji Xiaoyun nor Zhou Hong could sleep. Neither had expected to meet in such a place. Although they were in the same building, they seemed worlds apart. In the hellish Silver Moon Tower, when would they meet again, and what would happen?

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