Deceit and treachery

Deceit and Intrigue (Part 1)
Lei Gang roared as he ejaculated his thick semen into Xinlian's body. During his most frenzied writhing, his fingers twisted Ji Xiaoyun's nipples with extreme force, causing her to sweat profusely and utter low moans.
"Beauty, you're awake!" Lei Gang heard her cry and quickly released her.
Ji Xiaoyun opened her large, clear eyes. She wanted to warn or threaten the ugly man still clutching her breasts, but suddenly lost her usual confidence. She knew the severity of her injuries; being alive was a miracle. She didn't know how long it would take to recover her strength, and she might even lose her martial arts forever. Without power, this small-time hoodlum, whom she usually disregarded, would become her eternal nightmare.
"Don't be afraid, I hurt you just now, I'm sorry," Lei Gang gently massaged her firm, supple breasts through her clothes. Humans all have a love of beauty. A stunning beauty like Ji Xiaoyun existed only in his dreams or fantasies. When his dream came true, Lei Gang felt a sense of shame. Therefore, while he was ruthless and merciless in raping Xinlian, he was gentle and kind to Ji Xiaoyun. The reason for this was probably something even he himself didn't fully understand.
"Take your filthy hands away!" Ji Xiaoyun tried to speak louder, but her voice was weak and barely audible.
"What did you say?" Lei Gang didn't hear her clearly. He leaned down, his stubble-covered face close to Ji Xiaoyun's.
"Take your filthy hands away!" This time Lei Gang understood. His face darkened, but he suppressed his anger. "Don't be afraid, I won't treat you like this," Lei Gang said.
Mentioning Xinlian, Ji Xiaoyun wanted nothing more than to kill him with a single blow, but her severely injured body prevented her from moving. "A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs," she thought, her resentment burning.
Although Lei Gang had just vented his lust, the sight of Ji Xiaoyun waking only fueled his burning desire. He flipped her over, straddling her, his stubble-covered mouth passionately kissing her bloodless lips. The pungent smell of alcohol and his bad breath nearly made her faint. Even more unbearable was the fact that, due to his weakness, his teeth were pried open, and his sticky, slippery tongue swirled wildly in her mouth. Ji Xiaoyun was both ashamed and anxious. She bit down hard on Lei Gang's tongue, but her strength was insufficient. The slight pain only fueled his rage. Lei Gang suddenly sucked, drawing out her soft tongue tip and holding it in his mouth, no matter how hard Ji Xiaoyun struggled, she couldn't pull it back.
Xinlian, watching Ji Xiaoyun's face flushed and her pained expression, found a strange courage and strength. She pounded Lei Gang's back with her small fists. "Let her go!" Xinlian screamed, but having already suffered so much, her strength was barely greater than Ji Xiaoyun's.
"What's all the noise about? You looking for death?" Lei Gang released Ji Xiaoyun, turned around, and slapped Xinlian hard across the face. Five bright red finger marks immediately appeared on her fair, lotus-root-like face.
Ji Xiaoyun caught her breath. She glared at the ferocious Lei Gang, then glanced at Xinlian, who was stunned by the slap. Her mind was in turmoil, and she was filled with worry.
Lei Gang turned his face, putting on an extremely ugly smile. "Baby, I won't hit you, I'll only love you." As he spoke, Lei Gang retreated a few feet like a bear, grabbed the ends of her long nightgown, and pulled it up. When she was rescued, her clothes were already tattered. The pale yellow nightgown she was wearing belonged to Xinlian, and it was a little too small. Lei Gang struggled to roll the nightgown up little by little. He stared at the alluring body that was slowly being revealed before him, his eyes wide like saucers, his mouth agape like a hippopotamus, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth without him even noticing.
A beauty of Ji Xiaoyun's caliber was something he could only dream of. The excitement, longing, and agitation he felt at that moment were indescribable. His hands, gripping the sides of her pajamas, were sweating profusely. Gazing at her long, beautiful legs, now completely exposed, his penis reached its peak hardness.
Because the pajamas were small and rolled up, they were difficult to pull up further, only reaching her hips. Lei Gang bent down, trying to figure out how to remove the clothes, when suddenly his gaze froze. He stared intently between Ji Xiaoyun's legs.
Seeing Lei Gang's actions, Ji Xiaoyun blushed; she knew her secret had been discovered. Every woman has a love of beauty, even Ji Xiaoyun, the Phoenix Warrior, is no exception. Although she doesn't care much about her clothes, she buys high-end brand-name underwear. Her pure white designer silk panties perfectly cover her alluring private parts, making her look extremely tempting. But that's not the problem. Lei Gang saw that the triangle area was still completely white, and given the transparency of the panties, the color of her pubic hair should be visible.
Lei Gang's trembling hand pressed against the center of the panty's seam. The slightly raised mons pubis was incredibly smooth. He became even more excited, hooking two fingers around one side of the panty and pulling it open as if searching for treasure.
"Wow!" Lei Gang exclaimed. Ji Xiaoyun's private parts were like those of a newborn baby, without a single hair. Her tightly closed labia were more delicate than a budding flower.
"No hair means a white tiger," Lei Gang said, hurriedly pulling off her panties, his gaze never leaving that area.
Lei Gang stared for several minutes before slowly recovering from his shock. He stretched out his thick fingers and gently moved them around the tightly closed flower buds, as if caressing a priceless work of art.

Section 8, Deceit and Intrigue (II)
The roar of the engines grew louder and louder, and two attack helicopters appeared in the night sky, their intense beams of light locking onto the frantically running Fang Chen. Even with his superb lightness skills, he couldn't possibly outrun the speed of the aircraft. Halfway up the mountain, one helicopter suddenly made a U-turn, machine gun fire erupted, and a dense barrage of bullets blocked his path. The other helicopter had already flown overhead, its headlights closely following his figure.
Fang Chen suddenly stopped. As one of the Four Demons, he was a veteran of many battles, and the more dangerous the situation, the calmer he became. Perhaps in the era of cold weapons, someone with Fang Chen's high level of martial arts could face thousands of troops without fear, but times had changed. There were no "Phoenix" or "Demon Sect" masters who could use their bodies to block the destructive power of guns and cannons.
However, it would be difficult for two armed helicopters to kill or capture Fang Chen. He wouldn't stand there like a sitting duck for the machine gun. With the cover of night and the terrain, escaping unscathed wouldn't be difficult. If the helicopter were flying low, Fang Chen was even quite confident he could shoot it down with just rocks. But the situation was different now. After the avalanche, he was severely weakened, and carrying one dead and one alive, his running speed was vastly different.
"It's a North Korean plane," Fang Chen noticed the insignia on the fuselage—the insignia of the North Korean People's Army. "Phoenix" had a very strong presence in North Korea, so he wasn't surprised.
The helicopter ahead stopped strafing, and two figures leaped from the plane, dozens of meters high, landing steadily on the snow. Although they were far apart, Fang Chen judged from their movements that one of them was highly skilled in martial arts.
The two approached unhurriedly. Fang Chen snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating, and walked towards them. After a few steps, he saw from afar that they were two women dressed in North Korean military uniforms. He suddenly remembered he was still naked, so he held Lian Hongni horizontally in front of him, covering his lower body.
The two stopped simultaneously about ten paces apart. Though they hadn't exchanged blows, the clash of their auras had already formed a powerful exchange. Leading the way was a middle-aged woman, clearly a general judging from her rank insignia, followed by a young woman with the rank of lieutenant colonel. Both were exceptionally beautiful, especially the middle-aged woman, whose elegant and noble bearing, coupled with her commanding presence, exuded the aura of a great general. Though her youth was fading, she was in no way inferior to the dashing young officer beside her.
Fang Chen's pupils contracted instantly. "Park Hyun-kook!" he shouted. Having been in South Korea for over a year, he knew his main adversaries intimately, but he hadn't realized that Park Hyun-kook, the commander-in-chief of the "Azalea" army, was also a master.
Park Hyun-kook's gaze swept over Lian Hongni, who stood before him, and he chuckled calmly, "Thousand-Transformation Demon Fang Chen." "You think you can take my life? Not so easy!" Fang Chen laughed wildly, suddenly throwing the two women he was carrying onto the snow. He spread his arms, and a chilling aura seemed to freeze the air. Seeing that the guns and cannons on the armed helicopter were useless at this point, Fang Chen realized that the only way to truly test his skills was through martial arts. He was extremely confident in himself and believed that even with only 50% of his strength remaining, he could still defeat Park Hyun-kok.
"Jin Yingzi, step back!" Park Hyun-kook shielded her, lifting his trench coat and waving it in the air. Then, two fingers met Fang Chen's palm, and a true energy, seemingly both steel and soft, tore through his defenses like a dagger, invading Fang Chen's meridians.
"Phoenix Finger!" Fang Chen shouted, his naked body twisting in mid-air, landing back at his starting point. Fang Chen managed to neutralize the true energy in time; though unharmed, he was greatly shocked.
Fang Chen stared at Park Hyun-kook and slowly said, "Eighteen years ago, Vermilion Bird, one of the Five Divine Beasts, betrayed the sect. I was ordered to intercept her, and it was this finger that injured me." Back then, Vermilion Bird was a rising star of the Demonic Sect, but for some unknown reason, she suddenly left. Because Vermilion Bird always wore a bronze mask, Fang Chen had never seen her true face.
"That's right," Park Hyun-kook said.
"Could you be Vermilion Bird?" Fang Chen asked.
Park Hyun-kook pulled a sparrow-shaped bronze mask from his cup and covered his face. "I'm keeping this mask today to remind myself never to forget the past." Fang Chen's face was deathly pale. Back then, Zhuque's martial arts were superior to his; he believed she had continuously improved over the years. If she hadn't been injured, she might have had a fighting chance, but in her current state, she had no chance of winning.
"Fang Chen, prepare to die!" Park Hyun-kook leaped into the air, his aura completely overwhelming his enemy. Fang Chen mustered all his strength to parry the attack. Sure enough, this finger strike was ten times more powerful than before. Without thinking, Fang Chen
retreated swiftly, fleeing in disarray. Two helicopters gave chase, streaks of fire following his disheveled figure.
Lian Hongni struggled to her feet. Park Hyun-kook's adjutant, Jin Yingzi, took off her trench coat and draped it over her naked body.
"Thank you," Lian Hongni said, but before she could finish, Park Hyun-kook swayed and coughed up blood.
"Commander Park!" The two rushed forward, supporting her swaying body.
"I'm fine," Park Hyun-kook wiped the blood from his mouth with the corner of his sleeve and straightened his body again. It was a miracle he had survived the severe injuries he sustained after leaving the Demonic Sect. He could barely muster enough strength to throw one move at most. If he didn't repel Fang Chen, everyone would likely be his prisoner.
"Don't chase them anymore. Call the helicopter back. Let's go," Park Hyun-kook said.
Once on the plane, Lian Hongni breathed a long sigh of relief. Hope had finally appeared; returning from hell to the human world filled her with immense joy. Suddenly, she remembered something and asked Jin Yingzi, "You know martial arts, right?" Someone who could jump from dozens of meters high must know ancient martial arts.
"I do, but I'm not very good at it," Jin Yingzi replied.
"Use your internal energy to force out the filth from my body." Fang Chen's semen was still inside her.
"Okay," Jin Yingzi placed her hand on her back and slowly channeled her internal energy. Soon, the clumps of solidified fluid gushed out from her wounded private parts.
“Take some more birth control pills when you get back, that'll be safer,” Jin Yingzi said with concern.
Park Hyun-jae, sitting in the front row, watched this scene in the rearview mirror. Suddenly, a flood of past memories rushed back, some joyful, some sorrowful, but mostly filled with the humiliation she had endured like Lian Hongni.
“Sigh,” the strong female commander seemed particularly heartbroken at this moment, casting her gaze towards the vast darkness outside the porthole. …In the secret chamber of Black Dragon Manor, Mo Zhentian convened a high-level meeting of the Black Dragon Society. Besides Mo Zhentian's two right-hand men, Li Quan and Ding Fei, there were three inner hall masters: Luo Li, An Yuren, and Ren Yuantian. The five outer hall masters, of lower rank, did not attend. The three inner hall masters reported on recent developments.
Mo Zhentian still wore his bronze mask, his ferocity radiating supreme authority. He wasn't paying attention; the unimportant and somewhat trivial matters only added to his annoyance. Lately, his mood has been extremely bad. Although his son, Mo Tian, is disappointing, he is still blood relatives. Now imprisoned by "Phoenix," he is restless and unable to eat or sleep.
Lin Lan was rescued by Hei Ri, and losing this rare woman who stirred his heart has left him irritable for a while. Then, Xie Hanyan, who single-handedly broke into Black Dragon Manor, escaped right under his nose. He had already felt some regret at the fleeting glimpse she gave him in the darkness, and later, upon hearing that Yin Xiao, one of the Five Divine Beasts, and Yin Ziyang, one of the Six Star Lords, were extremely infatuated with her, he sighed with regret, deeply regretting that he had not been able to capture her.
And then there's Ji Xiaoyun, who has been lurking in Hong Kong for years, constantly opposing the Black Dragon Society. She is elusive and skilled in disguise, and now even her appearance is unknown. This Ji Xiaoyun forcibly took the Yellow Emperor's Divine Sword from his hands, causing him immense humiliation. And then, Fu Xingwu appeared out of nowhere and actually killed Master Meng, the Purple Star Lord. These failures greatly angered the higher-ups of the Demonic Sect, who began to doubt his abilities. Mo Zhentian knew how dire his fate would be if he made any further mistakes.
Ren Yuantian was still rambling on with his report when Mo Zhentian waved him off, saying, "I already know some things. Don't say any more." Although Mo Zhentian was wearing a mask, obscuring his expression, everyone knew he was in a terrible mood, and the meeting room fell silent.
Mo Zhentian coughed lightly and slowly said, "Although we've encountered some setbacks recently, the Black Dragon Society's strength remains undeniable. Those greenhorn phoenixes are nothing. I refuse to believe they can turn the world upside down." Mo Zhentian felt he should boost his subordinates' morale; a good commander should always be full of confidence.
Hearing Mo Zhentian's confident words, the atmosphere of the meeting eased slightly. Ding Fei said, "Should we retaliate? Although Fu Xingwu's martial arts are high, this is our territory. How can we allow her to run rampant! And that Cheng Xuanyin, she has repeatedly ruined our plans. We should deal with her too." Mo Zhentian waved his hand and said, "This matter doesn't need to be addressed for now. I have my own plans." He had already reported to Chi You, one of the two emperors of the Demonic Sect and the commander in charge of global strategy, about the possibility that Fu Xingwu might be a witch. Recently, the five divine beasts, White Tiger Yin Xiao and Black Tortoise Tu Zhenzi, were going to Hong Kong. He had also heard that the mysterious Indian demon monk Ananda and Vermilion Bird would also be coming. At this critical juncture, he did not want to create any unnecessary complications.
“There’s something else,” Mo Zhentian continued. “I received intelligence from headquarters that an important figure from the Extreme Angels Society will be visiting Hong Kong soon. They are the biggest enemy of the Divine Cult besides Feng. Therefore, headquarters has instructed us to cooperate with Yin Xiao and Tu Zhenzi to capture this person alive. During this time, everyone must be on high alert and not make any mistakes. Alright, Ding Fei and Li Quan, stay behind. The rest of you can go now.” After Luo Li and the others left, the conference room fell silent again. Li Quan hesitated for a long time before saying, “Chairman, I suspect there’s a traitor within the Black Dragon Society.” These words struck a chord with Mo Zhentian. The loss of the Divine Sword clearly indicated that someone had leaked the intelligence, and there were enemy spies within, which could have endless consequences.
“You two go and investigate this matter, but don’t alert them for now,” Mo Zhentian said. “The loss of the Divine Sword can be mitigated by finding the Witch’s trail, but if Tian Zhen doesn’t become the Chief Executive, I’m afraid…” The Demonic Cult punishes losers severely, so even though Mo Zhentian was incredibly bold, he couldn’t help but worry.
"Don't worry, Chairman, the plan is progressing smoothly so far. Zhou Weizheng is in charge of the computers and programs used for the election. As long as he cooperates, we will definitely succeed," Li Quan said.
"Good, we need to move quickly; time is running out," Mo Zhentian said.
"Yes, please rest assured, Chairman," Li Quan said.
Mo Zhentian turned to Ding Fei and said, "By the way, that woman named Yan Lanyin has a younger sister, right? Where did you keep her after you brought her from Switzerland?" Ding Fei shrugged and said, "I handed her over to Li Quan a long time ago." "She's with me, but she hasn't let any other man touch her besides me," Li Quan said.
"Bring her here tonight," Mo Zhentian said. "Yes," Li Quan replied.
After Ding Fei and Li Quan left the meeting, Mo Zhentian drew back the curtains and looked at the surging sea. He sensed that a decisive battle was about to begin, and before the great battle, he needed a woman to calm his restless heart. ... On the evening of the second day after Fu Shaomin was in the hospital, Ge Tianling arrived at the hospital. After Fu Xingwu killed Fei Yuhen and captured Mo Tian, he, Yuan Qiang, and Fu Shaomin's father were rescued from the dungeon by the criminal captain. In his initial elation, he immediately realized that he had been an accomplice under Fei Yuhen's coercion. If this got out, not only would his reputation be ruined, but he might even lose his position as deputy director. Although Ge Tianling wasn't particularly skilled, he remained calm at this critical juncture, summoned several trusted subordinates from the bureau, and immediately formed a special task force to handle the case.
After Fu Shaomin was hospitalized, her every word and action was reported in detail. Even so, he was still uneasy and went to see her personally.
Seeing Ge Tianling enter, Fu Shaomin seemed stung by a scorpion, her brows instantly furrowing. Ge Tianling smiled broadly, praising her, but his heart remained uneasy, fearing this strong-willed female detective might suddenly lash out.
"You should rest well. You've suffered these past few days, but we all know you're a good policeman! Let bygones be bygones. I'm already drafting the commendation materials, and I guarantee that Comrade Yuan Qiang will receive the best treatment." Ge Tianling's last words before leaving were double-edged, and Fu Shaomin understood, especially his final promise, which moved her. She remained silent for a moment, finally whispering, "Thank you for your concern, leader." Ge Tianling finally smiled; he knew Fu Shaomin wouldn't reveal that shameful affair.
Everyone left, leaving her alone in the spacious ward. She slowly stood up, walked to the window, pulled back the curtain, and gazed outside. At eight o'clock, just as the city lights were coming on, the streets below the hospital were deserted because of its remote location. However, the city in the distance was ablaze with lights, the beautiful "Spring City" like a radiant bride, displaying her charming beauty.
Fu Shaomin gazed at the scene for a long time, slowly, slowly, her eyes filled with glistening tears. She tilted her head back, looking through her tear-filled eyes at the deep blue night sky and the mesmerizing stars. In the silence, two diamond-like tears rolled down her cheeks... Shortly before the incident, as a volunteer, she spent half a day each week assisting police officers in providing psychological counseling to women who had been raped. The bureau had even organized a special training session to learn about "rape trauma syndrome" and how to counsel and help victims. She vividly remembered the last time she encountered a female university student. Because of the construction of a new building on campus, there were many migrant workers. One night, the student, who had stayed late studying in the library, was dragged into the construction site by seven or eight migrant workers on her way back to her dormitory. She was gang-raped for over five hours until a conscientious worker called the police, and she was rescued at 5 a.m.
She tried everything to comfort the girl, but it was no use. The student's emotions remained unstable; sometimes she remained silent for long periods, and other times she would scream and curse hysterically. Finally, exhausted, she murmured in her arms, "My body is no longer mine, my heart is no longer mine, I am no longer mine, everything I have is no longer mine." At the time, she thought these were the student's whispers, but now, experiencing an even more horrific ordeal herself, she truly understood how heavy those words were.
While the physical pain and mental humiliation during rape are intense, the feeling of "not belonging to oneself," as the girl described, is far more terrifying. Fu Shaomin found it difficult to describe the feeling, much like how one can never truly describe the feeling of orgasm or near death.
Her body still ached faintly, but behind the pain was a strange, burning heat. This heat had accompanied the physical pain since she awoke, appearing and disappearing intermittently. She felt the same heat whenever she was with Yuan Qiang, when his hand brushed against her body. Sexual desire is normal for both men and women, but Fu Shaomin was perplexed. Yuan Qiang was still in the hospital, and she had suffered extreme sexual assault; why did she still experience these urges from time to time?
Gazing at the vast night sky, she felt utterly helpless. An extreme emptiness fueled the spreading heat. She gripped the window frame tightly, her legs pressed together, a surge of heat coursing through her lower abdomen, her private parts itching as if ants were crawling on them.
"What's wrong with me? Yuan Qiang, where are you?" Her father was dead; in her heart, Yuan Qiang was the only remaining family in the world.
Her longing for Yuan Qiang fueled her uncontrollable lust. A tingling, itchy sensation spread from the surface of her private parts inwards. She loosened her grip on the windowsill and reached down to her genitals.
Fu Shaomin was unaware that her actions were due to the aphrodisiac called "Spring Cat." To judge the effects of "Sacred Hand Demon's" drug by the standards of ordinary aphrodisiacs would be a gross underestimation of his abilities. This drug, while stimulating a woman's desire, could subtly transform her body, turning a chaste and virtuous woman into a wanton harlot. Of course, love and desire arise from the heart, and with a strong enough will, one could control their lust. However, Fu Shaomin was currently completely unguarded, deeply confused, and still longing for Yuan Qiang; thus, the rising lust overwhelmed her reason.
She stroked her vagina for a moment through the thin fabric of her panties, the fluid seeping from her vagina already soaking a large area. She parted the panties, her middle finger lingering at the vaginal opening for a moment before finally succumbing to her burning desire and slowly probing inside. The immense fullness brought a trembling pleasure, and she couldn't help but moan.
This was her first time masturbating; no one had taught her how, but under the control of desire, she knew how without learning. She added another finger inside her vagina, making it even fuller and more stimulating. Her thumb pressed against her clitoris, rubbing it rapidly, the ecstatic moans growing louder. The translucent fluid flowing from her vagina ran down her thighs to the floor… Just as Fu Shaomin was about to climax, the door suddenly slammed open, and a nurse who had heard her moans in the corridor walked in.
“What are you doing?” Because the room was dimly lit, and Fu Shaomin had her back to her, the nurse couldn't immediately see what she was doing.
Fu Shaomin's excitement plummeted instantly, but she reacted quickly, collapsing to the ground and clutching her stomach, saying, "My stomach hurts, call a doctor!" "I'll go right away!" The nurse rushed to fetch the doctor. Taking advantage of the moment, she quickly stood up, straightened her clothes, and suddenly noticed a pool of clear liquid on the floor. Her face flushed, and she quickly bent down to wipe it with the corner of her clothes. Just as she wiped it away, the doctor arrived, and she feigned stomach pain and collapsed to the ground.
Several doctors busied themselves, but couldn't find anything wrong. Fu Shaomin then said the pain wasn't so bad anymore, so the doctors left. She lay on the bed, her lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling.
"What's wrong with me? What should I do?" she silently asked herself, but received no answer. ... In another corner of the city, Ge Tianling, wearing a bathrobe, walked to his study. Today's trip to the hospital had removed a mental burden, but an even bigger knot still clung to his heart.
He witnessed the entire rape of Fu Shaomin. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, she experienced five orgasms in succession. At that moment, although Ge Tianling was barely able to protect himself, his intense excitement overwhelmed everything. If he hadn't been tied up, he might have risked his life to rush forward.
He had slept with quite a few women in his life, including five or six policewomen, but compared to Fu Shaomin, they were far inferior in both figure and appearance. Moreover, whether these policewomen slept with him willingly or unwillingly, Ge Tianling couldn't elicit a strong reaction from any of them, let alone bring them to orgasm. Although he was getting old, the contrast was too great, making his past encounters with those women seem utterly tasteless and uninteresting.
Ge Tianling squinted, one hand touching his crotch. Usually, he always took Viagra when sleeping with women, and his penis was barely hard enough. Today, without the drug, his penis was incredibly erect. He saw her at the hospital this evening. Although his heart was pounding, his penis was thrusting against his will. Although she was lying in bed covered tightly by the blanket, he seemed to be able to see her beautiful body through it. It took him a great deal of effort to suppress this impulse.
Ge Tianling picked up his briefcase from the coffee table and took out a few things, including a DVD. The front of the DVD showed a woman in a cheongsam being bound—it was Fu Shaomin. This DVD had just been sent from Japan this morning, given to him by his assistant, Ding Wei, the head of the "August Flower" project team.
"These bastards are pretty efficient. They finished the film in less than a week," Ge Tianling thought, playing with the DVD in his hand. The title was "Lust, Humiliation, Shame, Pleasure, and Bondage: China's Fallen Angel [Real Record]". Ge Tianling vaguely remembered which Japanese company produced the system. The actresses were beautiful, but none of them were professional AV actresses, and it was uncensored. Waves of heat surged through his body.
He put the DVD into the player, and Fu Shaomin appeared on the 52-inch high-definition rear-projection TV. Wearing a silver-white cheongsam with a torn neckline, she was bound by ropes, standing on one leg, the other suspended high, a rope tied two inches above her knee. The camera panned from far to near, from bottom to top, finally culminating in a close-up of her face—a gaze filled with shame, resentment, yet unyielding spirit, enough to shake anyone's soul. Instantly, memories of that day and the images on the television flashed before Ge Tianling's eyes.
After being kidnapped, Ge Tianling hadn't suffered much because Fei Yuhen thought he was easily subdued and would be useful in the future. That day, tied to the mirror in the photography studio with Yuan Qiang, Fei Yuhen told them to watch a good show. He saw seven or eight Japanese men fiddling with camera equipment and knew what was going on.
"What are they trying to do?" Yuan Qiang asked him nervously.
"They're probably making a movie," Ge Tianling replied.
"Whose phone call are you filming?" Yuan Qiang already knew in his heart, but he refused to believe or admit it.
"Of course it's Shao Min's, otherwise why would they tie us up here?" Because Ge Tianling had been forced by Fei Yuhen to undress Fu Shao Min, Yuan Qiang extremely despised his cowardly behavior and had once scolded him.
Ge Tianling was speechless, but he was extremely annoyed. As a deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, not only was he kidnapped by thugs, but he also had to be lectured by his subordinates. It was truly the worst luck. So, seeing Yuan Qiang's anxious appearance, he felt more or less schadenfreude.
Yuan Qiang began to become extremely agitated and uneasy, cursing loudly from time to time, making Ge Tianling's ears ring.
Although their location was isolated from the photography studio, there was a one-way sound transmission system, so the other side's voice could also be heard. On this side was Yuan Qiang's shouting, and on the other side was a string of Japanese chatter. Ge Tianling's head was throbbing.
A few minutes before nine, Fu Shaomin was led into the filming room. She walked in completely naked.
Ge Tianling remembered that all the Japanese men in the room were stunned, including the bald director.
Yuan Qiang was shouting and yelling like a madman, but Ge Tianling paid no attention. His mind was entirely on Fu Shaomin. She was very nervous, her lips trembling slightly, but she still stood very straight, even in the face of so many men's lewd gazes.
The Japanese men unlocked her handcuffs and dressed her in a bright red cheongsam. The cheongsam, like the Japanese kimono, is one of the most representative garments of a nation. A makeup artist finished her makeup in five minutes. The makeup was light but just right. With makeup, Fu Shaomin was even more beautiful and charming, like a blooming flower.
The director told her through a translator that the first scene to be filmed was a rape scene, with five male actors on set at the same time. She was to resist as much as possible and express the pain of a woman being raped. Fu Shaomin remained silent, looking at the director with cold eyes.
Fu Shaomin was led to a white curtain, where seven or eight spotlights shone on her. Five eager male actors pounced on her from different directions like hungry predators. One grabbed her slender waist, two lay on the ground, grabbing her thighs and reaching their hands inside her cheongsam slit. Two others tore open the cheongsam collar, each grabbing a breast and roughly squeezing and groping them.
Fu Shaomin didn't move, but her made-up face grew paler and paler. Although Ge Tianling was aroused, her pitiful and bewildered eyes pierced his heart. Although Ge Tianling lacked the justice and sense of mission expected of a law enforcer, he wasn't a truly ruthless person and still possessed a little bit of compassion. Section 8

, Deceit and Intrigue (Part 3)
"Cut, cut, cut!" When Fu Shaomin was pinned to the ground, the bald director suddenly jumped up and shouted "Cut!"
He roared angrily at Fu Shaomin, then remembered she didn't understand Japanese and quickly called a translator.
Ge Tianling was also puzzled as to why he had stopped so soon. After listening to the translator, he understood that Fu Shaomin hadn't struggled or resisted. Without this element, the violent scene wouldn't be exciting. He demanded that Fu Shaomin fiercely resist and moan. The bald
director, seeing Fu Shaomin's lack of reaction, became furious. He grabbed her hair and lifted her up, while two male actors held her arms on either side. The director roared, extending his five-clawed dragon and twisting her snow-white breasts hard. He then reached for her genitals and ripped off a large patch of pubic hair.
Ge Tianling saw Fu Shaomin's eyes blazing with fury, yet she still didn't resist. She hardened her heart, determined not to submit to the bald director's control. Even if it meant being forced to film an adult film, she would fight for her last shred of dignity in front of the camera.
The bald director's eyes bulged out. He roared, and suddenly Fu Shaomin slammed her knee into his massive, obese body, sending him flying.
Before Fu Shaomin kicked him, Ge Tianling overheard the translator saying, "The director said, 'You're a Chinese policewoman, kidnapped by bad guys. How can Chinese policewomen be so spineless? You won't even resist being raped. You Chinese women are all bitches, and Chinese policewomen are even weaker, more lewd, and useless bitches...'" Anyone, man or woman, as long as they were Chinese, would be unable to contain themselves when insulted like this by the Japanese. The bald director
clutched his stomach and fell to the ground, but the provocation worked. He endured the pain and shouted for the male actors to come at him.
At this moment, Fu Shaomin went all in. She shook her shoulders, broke free from the grasp of the two male actors on either side, and knocked them to the ground with a punch and a palm strike. Then, with a flying side kick, she knocked down the two who rushed at her.
Although Fu Shaomin was no match for Mo Tian, who knew ancient martial arts, she was quite strong in grappling, hand-to-hand combat, and Sanda (Chinese kickboxing). Many male police officers were no match for her. Although she had been raped all night by Mo Tian and Fei Yuhen and her strength was far from her usual level, she could still easily deal with a few male actors who only knew how to charge around and relied solely on brute force, fighting without any strategy.
While the bald director was dumbfounded, all five male actors had been knocked to the ground. Because Fu Shaomin was still wearing pointed high-heeled leather shoes, two of them had been kicked in the head, their faces covered in blood, howling like pigs and rolling around.
Fei Yuhen stood aside with his arms crossed, coldly watching the show, until the bald director rushed in front of him and protested loudly. Only then did he say to Fu Shaomin, "The director told you to stop hitting people." Fu Shaomin's eyes, which were burning with anger, dimmed, and her clenched fists slowly loosened, because Yuan Qiang was still in his hands, and she had no choice but to obey.
The five Japanese men who had been knocked down got up, glaring fiercely at Fu Shaomin as if they wanted to tear her apart. However, a hint of fear lingered in each of their eyes; the brutal beating they had just endured had been excruciating.
The bald director turned his gaze back to Fei Yuhen. "I told you, she won't disobey," Fei Yuhen said with a slight smile. The director shouted at the male actors, and two of them approached Fu Shaomin, only to be met with her piercing gaze and hesitantly retreat. After a brief standoff, the other two male actors turned and grabbed some rope. Although the director had told them the woman wouldn't attack again, they felt it was safer to tie her up.
Two of the five male actors had received professional SM bondage training. The rope seemed to have a mind of its own in their hands, extending outwards in a "米" (rice) shape from between her breasts. As they rounded Fu Shaomin's breasts, the two men instinctively pulled with all their might, because the rope was tightly bound to the very bottom of her breasts; with a contraction, her entire breast immediately bulged out. This type of binding is relatively rare. Generally, binding the breasts with two ropes, one above and one below, is a common SM binding method. This method, which tightly binds the lower part of the breasts, making them protrude like round balls, can easily injure the woman's body. Therefore, it is only used in a very few shoots, and it is necessary to constantly monitor the woman's endurance and stop at any time.
However, in this case, the two male actors used this binding method on Fu Shaomin without regard for the consequences, and perversely tightened the ropes to the limit. The immense pain that Fu Shaomin endured is unimaginable.
Just in case, the two male actors also bound Fu Shaomin's legs, with her calves bent backward and her heels a few inches away from her buttocks, connected by ropes in the middle, a total of three ropes. This is also a commonly used binding method in SM. When the face is down, it is a kneeling position; when facing up, it is an "M" shape, like a frog with its legs spread apart.
While the two male actors were tying her up, the others were discussing something. Although Ge Tianling couldn't understand what they were saying, judging from their tone, it certainly wasn't anything pleasant. Yuan Qiang, who had been extremely excited when Fu Shaomin had made her move, suddenly lost all his energy, like a defeated rooster, when he saw her tightly bound.
Fu Shaomin knelt on the ground; because of the way she was bound, she could only kneel. The male actors surrounding her revealed their viciousness. They had traveled all the way from Japan to China to film, and the hardship was self-evident. Fortunately, their target was extremely beautiful, so it wasn't a waste. Who knew that before they even got a chance to do anything, they would be beaten so badly that she bled? This enraged them to the extreme, and the brutal and ruthless side of the Yamato race in their blood finally erupted like a volcano.
"Baka!" the male actor who was most seriously injured by her roared, kicking Fu Shaomin in the chest. She fell to the ground, her bent legs sticking up high. The male actor's bare foot stepped on her private parts, and Fu Shaomin immediately squeezed her legs together, trapping his calves. But soon, two male actors grabbed her knees, forcibly pulling her legs apart, and then stepped on her knee joints, preventing her legs from closing. The remaining two male actors weren't idle either. One used his foot to stomp on her protruding breasts, stomping hard and pinching her nipples with his toes; the other covered her face with his entire foot, his toes fiercely pressing against her nostrils, squeezing her beautiful face beyond recognition. Seeing them abuse
Fu Shaomin like this, Ge Tianling's heart was also filled with rage. Although he was now corrupt and depraved, his family was a revolutionary family. His father had participated in the Long March, the War of Resistance Against Japan, and the War of Liberation, making outstanding contributions. Whenever the Japanese devils were mentioned, he hated them to the extreme. During the War of Resistance Against Japan, his mother was captured by the Japanese and her whereabouts were unknown. Although his father was reluctant to admit his mother's death, everyone knew what fate awaited a woman falling into enemy hands during wartime. Ge Tianling's values had changed, but he was still somewhat influenced by his father, harboring hatred for the Japanese. Therefore, he couldn't help but shout and curse like Yuan Qiang.
Because the studio was soundproofed from the room where Ge Tiancui and the others were, the male actors naturally couldn't hear their shouts. Perhaps they weren't usually cruel, but in this special environment, facing special subjects, and under special conditions, their humanity had turned to bestiality, and their nationalistic violence was like a raging flood, unstoppable.
These male actors didn't use their hands, but instead used their feet to humiliate Fu Shaomin. They reveled in their toes, clamping down on her body—her deformed breasts, her soft thighs, her slender waist, her snow-white neck—no part escaped their abuse. After their toes churned wildly inside her vagina, they seemed to have eyes, finding her clitoris above her labia, clamping it tightly, and twisting it violently…
For the first three minutes, Fu Shaomin gritted her teeth and remained silent. After three minutes, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, screaming and crying out in pain. Six minutes later, she bit the foot that was on her face hard. The male actor cried out in pain, pulling the foot out of Fu Shaomin's mouth, where it was already bleeding. At
six minutes and thirty seconds, Fu Shaomin was slapped several times. At Fei Yuhen's intervention, a leather gag was put on her mouth, the gag constricting her teeth, forcing her to open her mouth, but preventing her from biting anyone. The male actors were also scared; if they didn't wear these for oral sex, she might bite off their penises.
In the eighth minute, they used strong clamps to clamp Fu Shaomin's breasts and labia, clamping eight in total.
In the tenth minute, Fu Shaomin was hoisted up in a very special way—a rope hanging from the ceiling connected to a rope binding her breasts, supporting her entire weight.
They inserted an electric dildo into Fu Shaomin's vagina, turning it to maximum power, and then two men began whipping her. In previous SM films, this whipping was sometimes symbolic, not using much force, but this time, each of them used their maximum strength. The whipping was mainly concentrated on her breasts, buttocks, and thighs; in a short time, these three areas began to swell and turn red.
In the eighteenth minute, they strung together a long rope with a knot every five centimeters. They hoisted Fu Shaomin onto the rope, which immediately dug into her vagina. Then, two men, one on each side, supported her body, one pulling the rope from the front and the other pushing her buttocks. Fu Shaomin screamed in agony as her body swayed forward with each pull and push. Every knot on the rope pressed against her private parts, causing her body to tremble violently as if electrocuted.
In the twenty-fifth minute, the brutality continued…
Instantly, Lei Gang's face turned crimson. The immense stimulation drove him mad. He roared, his massive body pressing down on her, his rock-hard penis thrusting into the crevice between her still-unopened petals. At that moment, he seemed to hear someone knocking on the door, but he had no time to pay attention, thrusting with all his might.
The penis pried open the crevice, but couldn't find a way in. Lei Gang reached out and gripped the penis, thrusting and pounding, but he couldn't break through the barrier. The penis had already circled the opening multiple times, but there were obstacles everywhere. Lei Gang was very curious and was about to explore further when he suddenly heard someone shout his name behind him. Turning around, he saw the Fang brothers, Fang Jun and Fang Min, who were under Ren Yuantian's command.
A month ago, the two brothers had been severely injured by Ji Xiaoyun, and their external martial arts skills were completely destroyed. Even so, they were still much stronger than ordinary people who hadn't learned internal martial arts. Ren Yuantian still had some sentimentality and kept the two brothers, but because their martial arts skills were no longer what they used to be, they were naturally not valued, and their status in the Black Dragon Society had plummeted. However, even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse, and they were still much stronger than a small fry like Lei Gang.
"Brother Fang, Second Brother Fang," Lei Gang reluctantly got off Ji Xiaoyun, "Do you need something?
" He couldn't understand why they were there.
Fang Jun and Fang Min, the two brothers, stared intently at Ji Xiaoyun on the bed, completely oblivious to Lei Gang's words. Lei Gang inwardly cursed; as a man himself, he understood what the two brothers were thinking. The delicious meal that was already within his grasp was now gone, and he felt worse than if he'd eaten bitter melon soup.
Ji Xiaoyun, who had been waiting with her eyes closed for her fate, opened them at the sound. Seeing the Fang brothers, her mouth gaped open in an "O" shape. She hadn't expected to run into these two villains again.
"Ahem," Fang Jun coughed lightly, nudging his drooling brother beside him. He and Fang Min had recently encountered Hei Zi, who had seen Ji Xiaoyun once and was utterly captivated by her beauty. Naturally, he had boasted about her to the two brothers, making them extremely eager. They had asked for Lei Gang's address and rushed over immediately. The Ji Xiaoyun they had seen that day wasn't her true face, so they didn't recognize her now.
"We're taking this woman away," Fang Jun said.
"Why?" Lei Gang had expected them to say this, but he was still extremely unwilling, so he mustered his courage and asked.
"Do you need a reason? Don't push your luck!" Fang Min shouted angrily. In the past, he would have already struck him with a palm.
Fang Jun reached out to stop him and said, "Lei Gang, it's like this, we have important guests coming in a while, and Master Ren asked us to arrange some beauties to send to Brother Quan. It's our duty, I'm sorry." Since his last defeat, Fang Jun had become much more composed. Although he was determined to take this rare beauty away today, he still hoped to avoid a complete falling out.
Fang Jun invoked Ren Yuantian's name, and Lei Gang was even more desperate. Offending Ren Yuantian, who was known for his ruthlessness, meant his life was in danger at any moment. He sighed deeply, as if his bones had been removed, and slumped limply by the bedside, unable to utter a word.
Fang Jun gave his younger brother a look, and Fang Min rushed over, put his arm around Ji Xiaoyun's slender waist, and placed her on his shoulder.
"Sister!" Xinlian cried out as Ji Xiaoyun was about to be taken away.
"Let her stay with me," Ji Xiaoyun whispered in Fang Min's ear. Although she knew that Xinlian would suffer greatly whether she stayed with her or with Lei Gang, having her by her side offered a glimmer of hope to alleviate some of her pain.
"Take her with you too," Fang Jun said, having already noticed the pure and pretty Xinlian.
"Okay," Fang Min bent down and picked Xinlian up.
As everyone turned away, Lei Gang clutched his head and howled in anguish, "Why…"
At lunchtime, Shui Ling saw Yan Lanyin walking towards her with her head down at the cafeteria entrance. Since Yan Feixue's accident, Yan Lanyin had voluntarily transferred to another group. The once inseparable friends now rarely even saw each other.
"Hi," Shui Ling greeted her with a smile. Yan Lanyin was taken aback, then smiled back, a somewhat forced smile.
"It's been so long! What case are you busy with?" Because of Yan Lanfeixue, Shui Ling had always been afraid to see her, but she felt some things had to be faced, like today, she wanted to have a good talk with Yan Lanyin.
"Oh, nothing big, just some trivial matters," Yan Lanyin's answer was somewhat perfunctory. She wanted to leave but felt it would be impolite, her expression very unnatural.
"What a coincidence today! I'll call Guo Yanni, let's get together," Shui Ling mustered her courage and took Yan Lanyin's hand.
Yan Lanyin's expression became even more unnatural. After hesitating for a moment, she stammered, "No, I have something to do later." Shui Ling was a little disappointed, but she hid her disappointment well behind a warm smile. "Okay then! Next time I ask you out, don't say you don't have time!" Yan Lanyin nodded vigorously and said, "Definitely." Shui Ling took two steps toward the cafeteria and, seeing that Yan Lanyin hadn't followed, turned back and said, "Aren't you going to the cafeteria for dinner?" "Oh, right." Yan Lanyin seemed very uneasy no matter how you looked at her.
The two found a seat in a corner of the cafeteria and sat down. "I rarely see you eating here these days," Shui Ling said.
"Hmm," Yan Lanyin responded, still keeping her head down and eating her curry chicken fried rice in small bites.
"You've lost a lot of weight. Are you sick?" Shui Ling looked her over carefully and realized that she was much thinner than before, looked unwell, had dark circles under her eyes, clearly hadn't slept enough, and looked listless.
"I'm fine," Yan Lanyin said, still eating with her head down. After Yan Feixue's accident, she herself fell into a nightmare, enduring such immense humiliation that she wouldn't have been able to bear it if it weren't for her love for her sister and husband.
Shui Ling sighed deeply, put down her chopsticks, and said, "Lan Yin, I know you still blame me. Yes, if it weren't for my rash decision, Feixue wouldn't have had that accident. I often blame myself for this. Why was I so selfish, forcing my best friend's sister to risk her life to solve the case? Now, I know it's hard for you to forgive me, but I'm really sorry, so sorry..." Yan Lan Yin finally raised her head and saw that Shui Ling's eyes were red and her voice was choked with emotion. Her heart warmed, and she grabbed Shui Ling's hand, saying, "Shui Ling, don't say that. I've forgiven you for a long time." "Really?" Shui Ling was overjoyed. "We're still friends." "Yes," Yan Lan Yin nodded heavily. "We'll always be best friends." Their hands were clasped tightly together, and a warm feeling welled up in their hearts from their precious friendship. This warmth soothed Yan Lanyin's wounded heart and also cheered Shui Ling up a bit.
Ever since Shui Ling met with an Interpol agent named Lant in Liu Rihui's office a few days ago, she had been in a daze, with no memory of her experience after being hypnotized in a dream. However, a woman's unique intuition and sensitivity told her that something was definitely wrong. Although she couldn't find the reason, the fog of mystery made her very depressed. It wasn't until today, when the misunderstanding with Yan Lanyin melted away, that her mood improved somewhat.
Just as they finally reconciled, a conspiracy against Shui Ling quietly began to brew. In the police station's monitoring room, Liu Rihui sat with his legs crossed, staring at one of the dozens of closed-circuit televisions. The screen showed Shui Ling and Yan Lanyin.
"Uncle," Liu Liwei said listlessly, standing to the side, "Why can't we touch her? Shui Ling is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. If you don't go for it, someone else will snatch her up, and you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Ever since Mr. Meng hypnotized Shui Ling a few days ago, and Liu Rihui and Liu Liwei molested her, the two of them had been obsessed with her, almost to the point of losing their appetite. Liu Rihui had been eyeing her for a long time, but because she was Chief Executive Peng's niece, he dared not make a move. However, that molestation had given them a taste of pleasure, like an addiction to drugs; not continuing was worse than death.
"Then what do you suggest?" Liu Rihui finally couldn't resist the huge temptation and began to waver.
Liu Liwei suddenly jumped up, his spirits instantly shifting from listlessness to extreme excitement, "As long as Uncle nods, I'll take care of everything." "Are you sure?" Liu Rihui still didn't quite believe in his abilities; after all, Shui Ling wasn't an ordinary person, but a top-notch policewoman.
"Don't worry," Liu Liwei whispered a few words in his uncle's ear, and Liu Rihui nodded repeatedly.
"Don't be greedy, I'll be the one to have this little girl's first time," Liu Rihui instructed as Liu Liwei turned to leave.

Chapter 8, Deceit and Intrigue (Part 4)
After saying goodbye to Shui Ling, Yan Lanyin was on her way back to her office when Liu Liwei suddenly jumped out and whispered in her ear, "Come to my office."
There were people around, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, because Li Quan had instructed him not to reveal Yan Lanyin's secret, and everything had to be done in secret.
After Liu Liwei finished speaking, he strode away. Yan Lanyin was stunned for a moment. The little bit of good mood she had just had was suddenly blown away by the strong wind, leaving only deathly silence and coldness.
Logically speaking, compared to Ding Fei and Li Quan, Liu Liwei was just their lackey and accomplice, a small fry, but for some reason, he was the one she hated and loathed the most among all the men who had raped her.
Perhaps it was because that night, he and A-Quan assaulted her in their own home, in front of her husband. Although Zhengwei was unconscious at the time, the shame was especially etched into his heart. Perhaps it was because he was a policeman, yet he committed such beastly acts in the police station, and Yan Lanyin hated that he had completely defiled her sacred profession. Or perhaps it was because the two of them worked in the same building, only two floors apart, seeing each other every day, which only added to the pain.
In the endless darkness, Li Quan and Ding Fei were two devils in the darkness, while Liu Liwei was like a maggot clinging to her body. Devils are frightening, but maggots are only disgusting. Like a beautiful swan, if caught by a hunter, she would complain about her bad luck and tragic fate, but if she were to be bitten tightly by an ugly toad, her state of mind might be even worse than if she were caught by a hunter.
Despite her reluctance and helplessness, Yan Lanyin had no choice but to continue down this path of no return. Even if her husband couldn't forgive her and her sister couldn't escape her suffering, as long as she had tried her best, she could face them.
Her steps were heavy; this short distance had taken half a day. Liu Liwei was growing impatient. Just as he peeked out the door, he met Yan Lanyin's gaze.
"Come in, come in,"
Liu Liwei said, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside. His rank was two levels lower than Yan Lanyin's, and although he had a separate office, it was small and connected to the larger offices of ordinary officers. Fortunately, it was lunchtime, and no one was outside.
Liu Liwei locked the door, checked that the blinds were closed, and then turned around and casually sat down in his swivel chair. Although Yan Lanyin felt nauseous at the sight of him, she had to control her emotions, hoping he would finish his lustful act quickly so she could leave.
“Inspector Yan, I haven’t seen you for days. Where have you been? I really missed you.”
Liu Liwei said flirtatiously, moving his swivel chair to her side and casually placing his hand on her rounded buttocks, caressing them back and forth.
Yan Lanyin frowned slightly and said coldly, “I took a few days off.”
“Why did you take leave?”
Liu Liwei pressed.
“I wasn’t feeling well,”
Yan Lanyin replied perfunctorily. She was secretly surprised. Usually, Liu Liwei was as impatient as a wild dog that hadn’t eaten for three days and three nights, but today he was so patient. She wondered what he was up to.
“Oh, I almost forgot,”
Liu Liwei said, feigning sudden realization, “You have to go to ‘Silver Moon Pavilion’ on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. No wonder you’re not feeling well, is that right?”
In the Black Dragon Society, everyone called Villa No. 88 in the Mid-Levels “Silver Moon Pavilion” because the villa had a striking silver-white moon symbol. Although Liu Liwei was Liu Rihui's nephew, he had only been to "Yinyuelou" twice. The decadent and lewd atmosphere and the rampant lust there left him with unforgettable memories.
Yan Lanyin was startled, her face turning pale. He was right; she had gone to "Silver Moon Pavilion" three times this week, and that was the reason she had taken leave.
"I'm asking you a question, why are you mute?"
Liu Liwei shouted, pinching her plump buttocks hard when she didn't answer.
"Yes,"
Yan Lanyin replied.
"How many times have you gone since that night?"
The "that night" Liu Liwei referred to was the night he and A Quan brutally raped her in front of the unconscious Zhou Zhengwei.
"Three times,"
Yan Lanyin answered truthfully.
"Was it good?"
Liu Liwei asked again.
"What did you say?"
Yan Lanyin didn't understand what he meant at first.
Liu Liwei chuckled, glancing sideways, and said, "I'm asking you if it's good to be fucked by a man?"
"You—"
Yan Lanyin's anger flared up; this clown-like man was ten times more hateful than usual today.
"Tell me, is it good to be fucked by a man or not?"
Liu Liwei asked again. Several times he had humiliated her, other men were present. He felt extremely satisfied with having sex with her, but watching other men have sex with her gave him a special kind of thrill.
"I don't know!"
Yan Lanyin could only answer like this.
"Don't know? How could you not know!"
Liu Liwei's hand slowly slid down from her buttocks, reaching under the knee-length skirt of her dark blue police uniform, crawling along the inner thighs, stopping at the point where her legs met. Two fingers, through her stockings and panties, caressed her slightly raised mons pubis.
"I don't know, that's all."
Although Yan Lanyin instinctively wanted to close her legs, she didn't.
"Then, let me ask you, how many men have had sex with you in these three days?"
Although watching her being fucked by other men was exciting and satisfying, Liu Liwei couldn't help but feel a little jealous. This feeling was very subtle, like seeing a beautiful flower. Ideally, one should have it all to oneself, but if that wasn't possible, only by completely crushing and destroying the flower could one feel satisfied.
Yan Lanyin shook her head and said, "No."
"What?"
Liu Liwei's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "Impossible! You've been to 'Silver Moon Pavilion' three times, and no man has slept with you? I refuse to believe it!"
"No means no,"
Yan Lanyin said. She subtly adjusted her posture, not because she was tired, but because the two fingers hovering over her private parts were making her feel itchy. Her body was becoming increasingly out of control, and she was becoming more and more easily aroused.
"Then you have to tell me about your experiences at 'Silver Moon Pavilion' these three times. Come, sit down and tell me."
Liu Liwei pushed her to his desk, made her sit down, and then pulled over a swivel chair to sit in front of her.
“Come on, lift your butt up a bit, raise your skirt a little higher, yes, that’s enough. Do you want to take off your stockings? Never mind, take them off later, listen to the story first.”
Liu Liwei manipulated Yan Lanyin’s posture. Her legs were hanging on either side of the table, spread wide, and her tight skirt was lifted up, revealing black lace panties through her stockings, making her look very sexy.
“Alright, how was it the first time you went? Tell me quickly, in detail, the more detailed the better.”
Liu Liwei asked impatiently.
Yan Lanyin’s face was very ugly. Liu Liwei’s forcing her to talk about her experience at “Silver Moon Pavilion” was more painful than rape. She really didn’t know how to start.
“Let me tell you, there’s no one outside now during lunch break. In another hour or so, they will all be here. The sooner you finish, the sooner you leave. Don’t dawdle and waste time.”
Liu Liwei said.
Yan Lanyin suddenly remembered that she was supposed to have dinner with her husband that evening. Zhengwei had been busy with the computerized vote counting for his election campaign and was often away from home. It was a rare treat that they had arranged to meet today. She had originally planned to leave early in the afternoon to take a shower and then go to the beauty salon. Although the humiliation inflicted on her was like a brand that couldn't be washed away, she knew that her time with Zhengwei would be limited. In that limited time, she wanted to give her husband a final moment of pleasure. But if Liu Liwei persisted in pursuing her, her plans would fall through. Eating with her husband while her body was still wet with filthy semen would be unbearable.
She sorted out her chaotic thoughts and began to recall the humiliation she least wanted to remember. The first time—no, it should be the second time—she stepped into the "Silver Moon Pavilion" was when Li Quan handed her over to a woman named Ying Gu. Ying Gu was around forty years old, a middle-aged woman, and incredibly seductive. Li Quan told Yan Lanyin that Ying Gu would be responsible for training her.
Ying Gu led her to a room with ten men and one woman inside. All the men and women were completely naked. Yan Lanyin was shocked by how large the men's penises were. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yan Lanyin, like them, was naked.
"Watch Xiaomei's demonstration first, then do
as she says," Yinggu told her. The girl named Xiaomei was sweet-looking, with a great figure and exceptionally full breasts. Following Yinggu's instructions, she knelt beside one of the men, bent down, and sucked on his toes one by one, then licked upwards inch by inch from the sole, instep, and ankle, all the way to the head, and then back down to his anus.
Then the man sat up, and she lay on top of him, clamping his enormous penis between her breasts, rapidly shaking her breasts, even larger than Yan Lanyin's, and occasionally flicking the glans protruding from between her breasts with her tongue. Although the girl named Xiaomei was young, her technique was very skillful, and the man was clearly well-trained, managing to control himself well from ejaculating even under such passionate stimulation.
Immediately afterward, Xiaomei turned around and lay on top of the man, taking his entire penis into her mouth. The man tightly embraced her snow-white buttocks, bringing his mouth to her private parts and sucking with abandon. Soon, both of them became excited, their naked bodies tightly intertwined, and amidst plaintive sobs, they both reached orgasm simultaneously. Yan Lanyin watched as she swallowed the enormous amount of semen with relish, not leaving a single drop.
The entire process lasted 45 minutes. Yinggu continuously explained the key points of Xiaomei's movements, especially during breast sex and oral sex. She led Yan Lanyin to observe closely, meticulously correcting any shortcomings in Xiaomei's movements.
Yan Lanyin was somewhat dazed, like a puppet. Although the room was well-air-conditioned, she felt increasingly cold. She had to reassess her endurance; the days to come would not be as simple as just closing her eyes, spreading her legs, and letting a man ravage her.
Xiao Mei was quite exhausted after completing the entire set of sexual movements. After resting for a while, Ying Gu called over two men and had them lie down side by side. "Follow Xiao Mei's movements,"
Ying Gu said.
Yan Lan Yin hesitated. Ying Gu told her that if she didn't want to do it, she would be taken back to Li Quan. Yan Lan Yin knew she had no choice but to follow Xiao Mei and begin sucking the men's toes.
The men around them began to whisper. They were tools used by "Silver Moon Pavilion" to train women. The women who could enter "White Pavilion" were all top-notch. They had tasks almost every night. If they treated sex as work, it would be difficult to arouse their sexual interest after a while.
However, tonight was different. This woman was special, not only because she was beautiful or had a great figure, but more so because of her temperament. Her heroic spirit was mixed with seductive charm, her pride was mixed with helplessness, and her unyielding spirit was mixed with confusion. This contradictory temperament, coupled with her shy expression and mournful eyes, truly captivated the souls of those men who had difficulty arousing their sexual interest in women.
"Ying Gu, this woman is so special,"
one of them couldn't help but say.
"Yes, she's a policewoman, a senior inspector, of course she's special."
"Ah!"
All the men exclaimed in surprise, their sexual interest rising to its peak.
"No wonder, I could tell she was different from other women..."
"A policewoman doing this too, it's unbelievable..."
"Please, Aunt Ying, it's my turn next, please..."
"It should be me, don't cut in line, or I'll get angry..."
Aunt Ying looked coldly at Yan Lanyin. She deliberately revealed her identity, starting from her psychology to tear down all pretenses, leaving her body and mind completely naked, destroying the last bulwark of her soul. This was a clever method of discipline.
Listening to everyone's comments about her, amidst the unrestrained laughter, Yan Lanyin's face turned bright red, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
Licking the man's entire body, when she licked his anus, Yan Lanyin suddenly felt extremely nauseous. She suppressed her churning stomach, closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and touched the area around his anus with her tongue.
Suddenly, a burning pain shot through her. Yan Lanyin turned her head and saw that Yinggu had somehow acquired a leather whip, which was lashing her buttocks hard.
"What are you doing? No, first you have to stick your tongue into his anus, then suck it with your mouth, suck it hard, understand!"
Yinggu cracked the whip loudly as a threat.
Yan Lanyin wasn't afraid of the pain of being whipped a few times, but if Zhengwei saw her covered in bruises, how would she explain it? Thinking of this, Yan Lanyin gritted her teeth, buried her head between his buttocks, and stuck her tongue inside. A faint stench filled the air. Yan Lanyin immediately realized that she was licking a man's excretory organ, and she couldn't hold back any longer. With a "whoosh," she vomited up all the little food she had eaten that evening.
"Ah!"
The man hurriedly moved his body, but the vomit had already soaked his crotch.
"Crack!" Another searing pain shot through Yan Lanyin's back. As the second lash struck, Yan Lanyin abruptly raised her head, glaring angrily, and grabbed the whistling whip tip.
"You've rebelled!"
Yinggu couldn't pull the whip from Yan Lanyin's grasp; her face flushed red and then pale, her anger blazing.
After a moment of stalemate, Yan Lanyin's gaze dimmed. "I will do as you say, but please don't use this whip on me."
With that, she released her grip.
Yinggu realized for the first time that Yan Lanyin was not someone to be trifled with; she was quite stubborn. However, being valued by Li Quan, she was also worldly-wise. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Then eat back what you vomited. If you vomit again, eat it again until you stop."
Yan Lanyin knew she had no choice. She turned around and began to suck the vomit into her mouth bit by bit. Much of the vomit remained in the dense black hair around the man's penis. As she approached, his penis suddenly jerked violently, hitting her cheek. At this moment, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up uncontrollably .
"Yinggu, forget it, I'll just wipe it off."
The man felt sorry for Yan Lanyin as she cried, searching through his pubic hair bit by bit, eating the yellowish-white vomit.
"No,"
Yinggu said expressionlessly.
After eating most of the vomit, Yan Lanyin suddenly couldn't help but vomit again, this time even more, accumulating a large puddle on the man's lower abdomen.
For a full half hour, Yan Lanyin vomited three more times, but fortunately, the last few times she vomited less, and she finally ate everything she vomited back up.
"Continue,"
Ying Gu said coldly, showing no pity whatsoever. The men, on the other hand, were much quieter. Most of them were not kind people; because of their work, they often used violence against disobedient women. But for some reason, even in the most violent gang rapes, they showed no sympathy for others, yet this particular woman evoked some pity in them.
Yan Lanyin stopped crying. She mechanically imitated Xiao Mei's movements, though very stiffly, but the man paired with her endured much more hardship than the one next to her.
Following Xiao Mei's example, Yan Lanyin tightly enveloped his penis in her firm breasts. Although her breasts were slightly smaller than Xiao Mei's, their firmness, elasticity, and curves were definitely much stronger. As soon as she gripped his penis, the man shuddered and almost ejaculated violently.
Xiao Mei swayed her breasts rapidly, while Yan Lanyin was much slower. Several times, before she could even hold onto her breasts, the penis slipped out. Even so, the man was already blushing. During one of his vigorous swaying motions, the penis protruding between her breasts suddenly spurted a white stream. Caught off guard, Yan Lanyin was covered in a large amount of semen, her eyes blurred and unable to open.
Ying Gu didn't give Yan Lanyin a moment's rest, calling over another man and making her start over. After licking the man's entire body, Ying Gu had Xiao Mei demonstrate and teach her new moves. Xiao Mei straddled the man, cupping her full, white breasts, first rubbing her head against his face, then stuffing each nipple into his mouth, letting him suckle to his heart's content. Next, she massaged his body inch by inch with her breasts, from head to toe, and finally clamped his feet between her breasts, shaking them wildly.
Yan Lanyin did as she was told, her movements stiff as a puppet. As her nipples were sucked, her body gradually began to heat up, a warm current flowing through her lower abdomen. She didn't consciously try to control this reaction. Once a person has decided they've fallen, their mental and physical defenses are like a breached dam, unable to hold back the surging black flood.
The man tried his best to control himself, but when Yan Lanyin wrapped her breasts around his penis, his limbs stiffened. After only a dozen or so strokes, he couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated wildly. This time, Yan Lanyin had experience. As the penis thrashed between her breasts, she tilted her head, and the spurting semen grazed her earlobe.
"Useless,"
the surrounding men mocked him.
"You try it, see if you can hold on,"
he argued, his face flushed.
The most muscular man, with the largest penis, volunteered. Although he lasted longer than the previous man, he couldn't resist the fiery temptation of Yan Lanyin's breasts and finally gave in after five minutes.
Yinggu remained impassive, letting the remaining men take turns. Yan Lanyin licked each of their bodies, using her breasts to hold each penis. Because Yinggu wouldn't let her dodge, powerful jets of semen rained down on her beautiful face.
When the last man ejaculated, Yan Lanyin was exhausted, her bones feeling like they were falling apart, her forehead covered in sweat, her breasts glistening like they were coated with olive oil.
Yinggu was very satisfied. She had trained countless women, but none had ever managed to make eight highly controlled and well-trained men ejaculate within four hours.
"The second training session today is oral sex. Fifteen-minute break,"
Yinggu said as she left the room. Yan Lanyin's outstanding performance not only captivated the men, but even the seasoned Yinggu felt a burning desire. During the break, she seized every second to find her lover at the "Silver Moon Pavilion" and began to have sex with him fiercely.
"There's a bathtub in the inner room. Go in and wash up,"
a man told her after Yinggu left.
Yan Lanyin tried to stand up, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, but because she had been kneeling and prone for too long, her legs were numb and she couldn't stand. Two men helped her up, one on each side, and carried her to the bathroom in the back room. They put her in the water, and the other men followed, surrounding the bathtub.
"Are you really a police officer?"
"You weren't born with a shaved head, were you? Were your pubic hair shaved off?"
"Your muscles are so tight, and your breasts are so tight too. You're a police officer, you must know how to box, right? Sanda? Taekwondo? Hehe, I'm a Taekwondo master."
The men gathered around the bathtub chattered amongst themselves. Yan Lanyin opened her tired eyes. The light from the ceiling light shone in halos, blindingly bright. She looked at the men around her, their faces flashing by like slow-motion scenes in a movie. She felt dizzy. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was, who they were, or why she was there.
After a while, she regained her senses. From boarding Ding Fei's boat to the ugly faces at the police station, and Li Quan at the "Silver Moon Pavilion," the humiliating experiences flashed vividly through her mind. Silently, tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks again.
The first time she boarded Ding Fei's boat, she didn't cry during the violent gang rape. In the police interrogation room, she cried when her colleagues and the most despised gangsters brutally abused her, but those tears were for her fallen best friend. The first time she entered the "Silver Moon Pavilion," she didn't cry either, only secretly crying as she left. Humiliated in front of her husband, she cried, but those were tears of guilt. Today, however, this was the second time she had shed tears. The relentless humiliation was wearing down her will, making her increasingly weak.
"Why are you crying?"
"Needless to say, she's a policewoman, and so beautiful. Why would she willingly come here to be abused by men?"
"Sigh, women are born weak; I truly pity them."
"Are you sick, trying to write poetry?"... "Stop arguing!"
Listening to their incessant chatter, Yan Lanyin felt a headache coming on. She couldn't bear it any longer and covered her ears, shouting.
"Don't talk, we're annoyed."
"You're the one who shouldn't talk."
"The lotus rises from the water, a single crabapple branch is picked at will."
"What kind of ridiculous poem is that? It's hilarious."... These bored men continued their incessant chatter. In a fit of anger, Yan Lanyin leaned back, her entire body sinking into the water. Although she couldn't hear anything, she saw ten heads crowding around, blocking out the light. Through the water, their faces looked like grotesque reflections in a funhouse mirror.
Before she could have a moment's peace, many hands reached into the water and dragged her out.
"What are you doing? Don't scare us."
"Don't die! If you die, we'll be in big trouble when Yinggu comes."
"If you're really unhappy, keep crying. Don't think about anything else."... Yan Lanyin suddenly remembered a movie she had seen as a child, something like "A Chinese Odyssey," where there was a Tang Monk who was so annoying he could drive people to suicide. These men were just like the Tang Monk in the movie.
Unbeknownst to her, Yan Lanyin's heart was changing. Like now, naked in the bathtub, surrounded by ten men, if it were before, she would only feel shame or pain, nothing more. But now, her first feeling was annoyance at their nagging, putting shame second.
"You know how to enjoy yourself. Time's up, get up."
Yinggu appeared in the doorway like a ghost, her cheeks flushed, her eyes alluring. The ten minutes of intercourse hadn't satisfied her intense desire.
Next, Yinggu taught Yan Lanyin oral sex, personally demonstrating and instructing her on techniques.
"Slowly take his penis into your mouth, not too deep at first, just enough for your tongue to cover one side of the glans. Wrap your lips around the shaft, slightly outward from the glans, and hold the rest of the shaft with your hand. Then twist your head left and right, keeping your tongue always on the swollen edge of the glans. At the same time, you can rub the penis up and down with your hand.
" "You can also hold the penis, lightly lick the testicles with your tongue, and then take them all into your mouth. Don't bite the pubic hair, it will hurt him."
"Deep throat is a very skillful technique in oral sex. Men always want to push their penis as far into our throats as possible, especially when they ejaculate. The biggest obstacle to swallowing his penis whole is that the back of the throat is almost a 90-degree bend. You have to find a position where your mouth and throat are almost in a straight line. At this time, you have to overcome the gag reflex and relax your throat."... Yan Lanyin listened in stunned silence, watching her skillfully suck the penis. Ying Gu skillfully controlled the timing of the man's ejaculation, then swallowed every last drop of semen.
"It's your turn."
Ying Gu let Yan Lanyin go on stage.

Chapter 8, Deceit and Intrigue (5)
Synopsis: A fallen policewoman walks step by step into endless darkness; a struggling soul is lost in the dark tide of lust; a fledgling phoenix and a witch, like a broken-winged spirit fallen to earth; resentment and hatred, like dark clouds obscuring the heart of an angel; a policewoman in Yunnan, behind whom are those prying eyes; having just escaped the den of demons, will she fall into a new trap; the Dayu Mountain base, dark clouds shroud the eve of a storm; the Divine Phoenix female warrior, has she sensed the conspiracy descending.
Yan Lanyin recalled that humiliating experience, but she wouldn't be foolish enough to tell Liu Liwei the truth.
"The first time I went, I was made to give men oral sex all night..." Yan Lanyin swallowed hard and said softly. That day, Ying Gu didn't let her go until dawn.
"What? Blowing the flute all night? No way!" Liu Liwei didn't believe it.
"Believe it or not," Yan Lanyin said.
"How many men do you blowjob to in one night?" Liu Liwei pressed.
"Ten," Yan Lanyin replied.
"Wow, ten! You're really amazing!" Liu Liwei exclaimed exaggeratedly. "Then your blowjob skills have improved a lot!" As he spoke, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and said, "Come on, try it first." He made Yan Lanyin kneel in front of him and put his penis into her mouth.
Yan Lanyin understood that she wouldn't leave unless she satisfied his lust. She steeled herself and sucked tightly on the writhing penis, her tongue quickly licking the glans, using the technique she had learned that day.
In less than a minute, Liu Liwei couldn't hold back any longer. Just before ejaculating, he suddenly pulled his penis out, panting heavily, "Okay, okay, I believe you, I believe you, fucking, that was fucking awesome!" "And the second time you went to Silver Moon Pavilion?" Liu Liwei made Yan Lanyin stand up and reached into her skirt to take off her flesh-colored pantyhose, but the pantyhose were tied around her waist, and he couldn't pull them off after a few tries.
"Don't pull, I'll do it myself!" Yan Lanyin hurriedly said, seeing her socks about to be torn. It wasn't because she was heartbroken about the socks, but because she was worried about what others would think if she left without them.
Liu Liwei let go, and Yan Lanyin took off her stockings and put them in her pocket. Her legs, now bare, were even more alluring.
"Tell me quickly, what did you do at the Silver Moon Pavilion the second time?" Liu Liwei urged.
Yan Lanyin was stunned again. When she went to the Silver Moon Pavilion again, Aunt Ying randomly found a man and had her practice the various techniques she had learned last time. Yan Lanyin did as she was told, and Aunt Ying was very satisfied.
"You did very well, you have a lot of talent." Aunt Ying had her sit on the sofa and handed her a glass of water to rinse her mouth.
Yan Lanyin looked at the clock on the wall; it was only a little past ten. Although Aunt Ying was satisfied with her performance, she wouldn't let her leave so early. What would Aunt Ying have her do today? Yan Lanyin was very uneasy.
"How many days has it been since you last had sex?" Yinggu asked. Seeing that Yan Lanyin didn't seem to understand, she added, "I mean, having sex with a man." Yan Lanyin thought for a moment and replied, "Three days." "Then, do you want to have sex with a man now?" Yinggu asked.
Yan Lanyin shook her head and said, "No, I just want to go back as soon as possible." "Really, you're not lying," Yinggu said.
"Really," Yan Lanyin said firmly.
"Then see for yourself. Without sexual desire, your labia would swell up so wide and so large. Why don't you touch it yourself? I guarantee your little hole is very wet. Just now, when Xiao Qiang licked you, how vigorously your buttocks shook!" Ying Gu sat down next to her, gently pinching her erect nipples with two fingers, and continued, "Look, how hard your nipples are. I, Ying Gu, have been in the world of pleasure for so many years, I wouldn't be wrong about you." Yan Lanyin's face suddenly turned red. Ying Gu was right; when that man licked her just now, she did indeed experience strong sexual desire. She really couldn't understand it. When she first became a police officer, she was almost raped, and she was extremely afraid of sex. On her wedding night, her husband had to tie her up to lose her virginity. She always thought she was frigid and was almost ready to see a psychologist.
But incredibly, after being raped by so many men, she should hate men even more and be even more frigid, but the truth was exactly the opposite; her sexual desire was becoming more and more intense. At first, she felt sexually aroused under the influence of aphrodisiacs, which she could justify. But later, even without the aphrodisiacs, she was still aroused. Each time her desire was ignited by a penis that wasn't her husband's, her guilt towards Zhengwei intensified, but as her guilt deepened, her desire grew stronger.
Sometimes she thought that perhaps the excessive aphrodisiac injections had changed her body, but she knew in her heart that this wasn't the whole, or even the main, reason. The biggest problem lay with herself. Although men's penises and semen constantly branded her with shame, they also ignited the fire buried deep within her. She had to admit that she was a woman with a strong sex drive, or to put it bluntly, a lewd woman—this was the only explanation she could give.
"Sigh," Ying Gu sighed deeply, "I've been through this too, how could I not know what you're thinking? You're a policewoman, and you're so stubborn. It's pitiful that you've ended up like this." Ying Gu's words touched Yan Lanyin, and her heart ached, almost bringing her to tears.
“I’ve been at Silver Moon Pavilion for over a year. Every woman who enters, whether a singer, a movie star, or a lady from a prominent family, without Brother Quan’s approval, none of them can leave. You have a long life ahead of you; I don’t think you can endure this for long,” Ying Gu said considerately.
Yan Lan Yin burst into tears. “Then what should I do?” she asked, bewildered.
“I think you have a husband,” Ying Gu said.
“Yes,” Yan Lan Yin’s heart ached even more upon hearing Ying Gu mention her husband, and tears streamed down her face.
“When you have sex with other men, whether you like it or not, when you have sexual desire, you feel guilty towards your husband, right?” Ying Gu was indeed experienced, pinpointing the crux of the problem.
“Yes,” Yan Lan Yin sobbed, “I hate them, but why… why would I…” Ying Gu secretly chuckled; she was walking step by step into the trap she had set. Silver Moon Pavilion was an important institution used by the Black Dragon Society to cultivate relationships with high-ranking Hong Kong government officials and dignitaries. Those in positions of power naturally had no shortage of women; they were extremely selective and had very high standards. Anyone who came to Silver Moon Pavilion didn't want to come every day.
Needless to say, the women in Silver Moon Pavilion were beautiful, and there were exciting and varied programs. Most importantly, when having sex with the beauties of Silver Moon Pavilion, they would be completely immersed, allowing you to enjoy ultimate pleasure. This was thanks to two outstanding talents under Li Quan, Ying Gu and Luan Jie.
Ying Gu trained Yan Lan Yin, but in the end, Yan Lan Yin still passively endured sex, which was not a success. Therefore, Ying Gu used a psychological strategy to completely abandon Yan Lan Yin's sense of shame and turn her into a true wanton and seductive woman.
Yinggu put on a sympathetic expression, put her arm around Yan Lanyin's shoulder, and said, "A woman's sexual desire is like a hungry person needing to eat. It'll be very difficult for you to suppress it like this. I know you love your husband, but no matter how much you love him, you still have to come here. Life is short, only a few decades; we live to be happy. Why don't you accept this reality, not restrain your desires, and treat everything in the Silver Moon Pavilion as a play? Wouldn't that make you happier?" "I can't do it..." Yan Lanyin shook her head. What Yinggu was saying was something Yan Lanyin had considered before. Whenever her desire surged, she wanted to scream, to forget all the pain, but the thought of Zhou Weizheng gnawed at her heart with guilt, making her even more miserable.
"No matter what you think, the result is the same. As long as you only have your husband in your heart, isn't that enough?" Yinggu said.
"Is that okay?" Yan Lanyin, her eyes brimming with tears, finally began to waver.
“Let me help you, trust me, don’t control your desires anymore, try it once.” Seeing the opportunity was ripe, Yinggu lowered her head and gently bit her nipple, while her other hand moved down her abdomen to her private parts, her thumb and forefinger rapidly flicking her clitoris, her middle finger slipping into her vagina.
Soon, Yan Lanyin began to moan softly. Encouraged by Yinggu, she gradually lost herself, immersed in a sea of carnal desire. She let her mind run wild, casting aside her pain, letting her lust burn fiercely. Yinggu kissed her, and she responded strongly. In her daze, she grabbed Yinggu’s breasts and began to knead them.
Under Yinggu's caresses, Yan Lanyin quickly reached orgasm. The wonderful feeling made her feel as if she were flying in the air. The extreme pleasure and warmth originating from her clitoris spread throughout her body like an electric shock. She no longer resisted this wonderful feeling and devoted herself to it wholeheartedly... After two orgasms, Yan Lanyin collapsed softly on the sofa, too weak to even stand up. Yinggu told her to go home and rest early. Yan Lanyin, who should have been happy, felt a little disappointed. No matter how skilled Yinggu was at caressing, it could not replace a man's penis. Her desire had not subsided. Yan Lanyin felt a strong need; she needed a man.
Yan Lanyin hesitated for a long time but still did not say it. Although Yinggu had opened her heart, she was not so shameless after all. After returning home, she missed her husband deeply, but Zhengwei had been busy debugging software these past few days and had not come home. In the face of utter emptiness and loneliness, she began to masturbate... The Fang brothers, Fang Jun and Fang Min, drove a Toyota van to Lei Gang's house. When they left, Fang Jun handed the driving task over to his younger brother. He shoved Xinlian heavily onto the back seat, then sat in the middle row with Ji Xiaoyun in his arms.
Fang Min grumbled slightly, showing his dissatisfaction, but for so many years, he had always followed his elder brother's lead. Although somewhat unwilling, he still gripped the steering wheel and slammed on the gas.
As soon as the car started moving, Fang Jun ripped off the sheet covering Ji Xiaoyun and roughly removed her nightgown. In the dim light, her snow-white skin shone like satin, and her smooth, round breasts were breathtakingly beautiful.
Fang Jun's hands trembled slightly, but he still firmly grasped those alluring breasts. After a while of kneading and rubbing, he slowly lowered his head, buried his face in her chest, and took the delicate pink buds at the peaks into his mouth... Ji Xiaoyun's heart was bleeding. Lei Gang had taken her away from Hei Zi, and now the Fang brothers had snatched her from Lei Gang. All men had only one purpose: to rape themselves to their heart's content. A wave of intense sorrow washed over Ji Xiaoyun. Why couldn't people control their own destiny? Why was fate so unfair? I refuse to accept this fate! I will change this unfair destiny by any means necessary!
I will control my own destiny!
Fang Min, while spying on his older brother's every move in the rearview mirror, was lost in thought when he nearly rear-ended a car in front of him. The sudden braking caused Fang Min's head to slam heavily against the back of the driver's seat. Due to the impact, his jaw snapped shut, and he bit down hard on Ji Xiaoyun's nipple.
"Are you out of your mind? Do you think we won't let you do this when we get back?" Fang Jun yelled angrily, hitting his brother on the back of the head.
When he picked up Ji Xiaoyun and sat back down, he noticed that her right nipple had been bitten open, and drops of blood were seeping out.
"Heh, you bit me hard, didn't you? It's all that idiot's fault..." Suddenly, Fang Junxiang was frozen in place. His gaze met Ji Xiaoyun's eyes, and a bone-chilling coldness poured over him like ice water, freezing him completely. In Ji Xiaoyun's eyes, he saw killing, bloodshed, and terrifying power. His intuition told him that these were not human eyes, but the eyes of a demon.
At this moment, Ji Xiaoyun took another step towards the demonic path. Thousands of years ago, the mysterious energy body that split into five was imprinted with the light of the first generation "Heavenly Phoenix" and the darkness of the first generation Demonic Sect leader, Yan Kai. After a long evolution, light and darkness slowly merged within the energy body, forming a special balance. Only the owner of the energy body can break this balance. Hatred burned in Ji Xiaoyun's heart. If she hadn't lost her martial arts skills, she wouldn't have let these two brothers go again. Back then, Lu Feiyun's death made her crave killing for the first time in her life, and today she was filled with even more resentment than before.
Fang Jun broke out in a cold sweat, and suddenly screamed as if he had seen a ghost. Ji Xiaoyun rolled out of his arms. "
Big Brother!" Fang Min stepped on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road, saying, "What happened?" "This woman, this woman..." Fang Jun didn't know how to describe it.
"She seems to have fainted," Fang Min leaned over from the front seat and found Ji Xiaoyun lying on her side next to his older brother's feet, her eyes closed.
Fang Jun, still shaken, looked at Ji Xiaoyun, but saw nothing unusual. "I've seen a ghost..." Fang Jun muttered.
"In broad daylight, where would a ghost come from?" Fang Min laughed and started the car. Fang Jun then hugged Ji Xiaoyun, looking at her with a puzzled expression. ... At the Beijing Dayushan Base, just as the meeting between Qiu Xuling, Lan Xingyue, and Dr. Lin was about to end, news arrived that Park Hyun-kook had rescued Lian Hongni from Fang Chen.
"That's great!" Lan Xingyue couldn't sit still; she pumped her fist, unable to contain her intense excitement.
Qiu Xuling smiled slightly and said to Lan Xingyue, "Look how happy you are, like a child. Sit down." Dr. Lin seemed thoughtful, with a hint of worry in his eyes. Even within the "Phoenix" faction, few knew that Park Hyun-kook was once a member of the Demonic Sect's Vermilion Bird. For example, Lan Xingyue was unaware. Dr. Lin played a crucial role in Park Hyun-kook's departure from the Demonic Sect, so she knew best about Park Hyun-kook's situation and was aware that her current martial arts skills were far superior to what they were eighteen years ago.
"War is about to break out. I think we should leave Lian Hongni in Korea. She understands the situation in South Korea and should be able to help Park Hyun-kook," Dr. Lin said. Lian Hongni was, after all, a "Divine Phoenix" level expert. With her around, aside from demons of Fang Chen's caliber, ordinary enemies would be no problem.
Qiu Xuling thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll inform her immediately." After the meeting ended and Dr. Lin and Lan Xingyue left, Qiu Xuling remained deep in thought. The most urgent task was to find the enemy's informant within the base.
Who could the enemy be? Qiu Xuling retrieved the personnel files of the Dayu Mountain base on her computer.
The base had a total of 1821 personnel, of whom 621 were male, accounting for 34%. However, most members of the base only know about the country's secret military base and are unaware of "Phoenix." There are only 24 members of "Phoenix," 22 women and 2 men. Only members of "Phoenix" have access to core secrets.
In the millennia-long war against the Dark Cult, "Phoenix" has remained as secretive as the Dark Cult. During relatively peaceful times, "Phoenix" has as few as a dozen members; it only increases its numbers when the forces of darkness spread.
With the advent of modern society and the development of powerful firearms, ancient martial arts have gradually declined. Only "Phoenix" and the Dark Cult have preserved the essence of ancient martial arts intact. "Phoenix" has dedicated personnel to find promising individuals, teach them ancient martial arts, and train Phoenix warriors. "Phoenix" prioritizes orphanages for its recruits; once a suitable person is found, they are taken to a training camp in Tibet. Therefore, over 70% of Phoenix warriors are orphans who grew up in the training camp.
If the trainees are not orphans, "Phoenix" will not forcibly take the children away, but will assign specific individuals to train them in secret. In addition, a small number of Phoenix warriors already possess extraordinary skills before joining; throughout the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, and across the vast Earth, there are still many extraordinary individuals.
Ancient martial arts are not as mysterious as imagined; ultimately, they involve developing human potential through various methods. So-called internal energy cultivation techniques and qi-training are keys to unlocking the treasures within the human body. Moreover, it's not necessary to start training from a very young age to be effective; there are numerous examples of people who only begin learning ancient martial arts in their twenties and become masters within a year or two.
Of course, the extent of developed potential is a factor in combat, but fighting skills, routines, and experience are also crucial, requiring time and practice to gradually understand and master.
"Phoenix" has always been composed entirely of women. Over the long years, many "Phoenix" warriors have held only the belief of eliminating evil and protecting the righteous, remaining alone until their death.
"Phoenix" upholds the principle that "all things follow nature" and has no abstinence doctrine. Love and affection between men and women are considered natural human emotions, therefore a significant proportion of "Phoenix Warriors" become wives. When needed, ordinary, beautiful, and virtuous wives and mothers transform into Phoenix Warriors to fight evil.
Several years ago, Yin Xuedie was in charge of recruiting men for "Phoenix." After extremely rigorous testing, twenty-one men became members of the organization, and two of them were among the best at the base. Of the
22 Phoenix Warriors at the base, 15 came from the Tibetan training camp. The proportion of married women is not high, only 3, and 2 have children.
Qiu Xuling sifted through her thoughts but couldn't find anything amiss. She felt she should first check if there had been any changes in their families, since the threat was greater when the enemy targeted their lovers or children.
And those two men, although recommended by Yin Xuedie, still need to be carefully investigated. For some reason, Qiu Xuling is never very trusting of men, and one of them is particularly frivolous, actually saying he likes her to her face—truly audacious.
After the Dark Demon Sect rose again, although its power was strong, "Phoenix" had an absolute advantage in power in mainland China. The Demon Sect's several attempts to enter the mainland were crushed by "Phoenix" with thunderous force, preventing the Demon Sect from making any rash moves.
China is "Phoenix's" last stronghold. If "Phoenix" cannot contend with the Demon Sect here, then "Phoenix" will have no place to stand on the entire earth. But at this moment, a dark cloud shrouded "Phoenix's" second main base—the Dayu Mountain Base in Beijing. Behind the seemingly calm surface, a storm was brewing. ... "Ding ding ding," the wall clock rang, and Ge Tianling was suddenly awakened from his reverie. The television was still showing the scene of Fu Shaomin being raped. He couldn't sit still, so he stood up and paced back and forth in the room. For the first time in a long time, he so desperately wanted a woman, but could he really do it? Ge Tianling was torn by inner conflict. His gaze fell on a small, exquisite bottle on the coffee table. Ge Tianling had witnessed the miraculous effects of this medicine and had specifically instructed Ding Wei to find and deliver it. Ge Tianling bent down and gripped the bottle tightly in his hand, his fingers trembling violently.
In a corner of the city, another television was playing the exact same scene: a man staring intently at the screen, his pants undone, his hand moving an erect penis up and down.
The scene on the television grew increasingly explicit and stimulating. Two men simultaneously entered Fu Shaomin's body, first a close-up of the two penises thrusting, then a close-up of Fu Shaomin's pained expression. The man could no longer hold back, and his semen shot onto the television screen like an arrow, instantly turning Fu Shaomin's face on the screen into a mess.
"You're mine," the man gritted his teeth.

Section 8, Deceit and Intrigue (VI)
When Park Hyun-kook and his entourage returned to the headquarters of the Jindalai Army, they received some unfortunate news: the President and Supreme Commander had suddenly suffered a stroke and had been rushed to a hospital in Pyongyang for emergency treatment. On the eve of the great battle, a sudden and dramatic change
occurred, which had a huge impact on the current political situation. After settling Lian Hongni, Park Hyun-kook took Kim Young-ja by plane to Pyongyang. Kim Young-ja was an orphan, raised by Park Hyun-kook and taught her martial arts. She was not only beautiful but also very intelligent. At a young age, she had become Park Hyun-kook's most capable assistant. In her heart, Park Hyun-kook was her mother.
"Young-ja, what do you think?" Park Hyun-kook often liked to pose a question to test his subordinates.
Kim Young-ja thought for a moment and said, "The President's serious illness affects the overall situation. The Commander-in-Chief's condition before the battle directly affects the morale of the army. With this shift, South Korea will launch an attack ahead of schedule." Park Hyun-kook nodded in agreement and gestured for her to continue.
“The Chairman has always relied heavily on General Che Kaize. I think the Chairman will eventually hand over command of this war to General Che. But if Prime Minister Jin Dingli is in command, the situation is even more… even more worrying.” Kim Young-ja used the word “worrying” to describe the war, which was a conservative estimate. In her heart, she felt that if Jin Dingli were in command, there was almost no chance of victory.
Park Hyun-kook fell into deep thought. Kim Young-ja was right. A strong enemy was not scary; what was scary was internal strife. If there was no internal unity, even a million-strong army would be like a pile of loose sand. The Chairman’s illness at this time, was it related to the Demonic Cult? Jin Dingli was in a hurry to convene an expanded meeting of the Politburo Standing Committee, his ambition for power was obvious to everyone. What was Che Kaize thinking at this time? How would he respond? With ambitions for power within and strong enemies surrounding him from the outside, how could he gain the initiative on the battlefield in a direct confrontation with the Demonic Cult?
“If only you were here,” Park Hyun-kook silently murmured a name in her heart. That was her only relative, but they were gone forever, and she could no longer be found in this world.
Park Hyon-kook cleared her mind of these distractions; she needed to see Cha Hae-taek as soon as possible to discuss their next steps.
She had learned about the situation before and after the Chairman's illness via phone. The "Phoenix" soldiers had been secretly protecting the Chairman, but hadn't detected anything unusual.
The plane arrived in Pyongyang at 5 a.m., and by then, the Politburo Standing Committee had already been in session for over an hour and was still not finished. Park Hyon-kook wasn't a Standing Committee member and therefore not qualified to attend; she waited in the conference room with the ministers and army commanders. According to the agenda, the resolutions discussed at the Standing Committee meeting would be put to a vote at an expanded meeting, and only if a majority passed would the resolution take effect.
North Korea is a socialist country, and due to historical reasons, its level of democratization is not high, somewhat like China during the Mao Zedong era decades ago, where a strong personality cult prevailed. Often, voting and decision-making were merely formalities; the decisions of certain individuals, or even just one person, could dictate everything.
Although "Phoenix" wields considerable power in North Korea, its ultimate goal is to combat the Dark Cult. Therefore, guided by the philosophy that "all things follow nature," "Phoenix" will not use its power to influence or change a nation. This differs greatly from the Dark Cult's ruthless pursuit of its goals, a major reason for "Phoenix's" strategic disadvantage on the global stage.
Park Hyun-kook spotted Yuan Yunqing in the crowd. She sat silently in a corner, her expression somber. During the inter-Korean negotiations, she had been raped by Baek-ho Eun-hye, suffering severe physical and psychological trauma. She was supposed to be recuperating, but today's matter was of paramount importance, forcing her to attend. Secrets don't stay hidden forever, and with high-ranking officials present, many knew about the incident.
Regardless of the reason, the pressure a woman experiences after being raped is unimaginable.
When she arrived, the concern of acquaintances, though they wouldn't directly mention that matter, made her particularly uncomfortable; and the gloating, cold stares from Jin Dingli's faction, who had always been at odds with her, made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.
"Yunqing," Park Hyun-kook called softly as he approached her.
"Hyun-kook!" Yuan Yunqing suddenly stood up, grabbing Park Hyun-kook's arm, her joy overflowing.
Years ago, Park Hyun-kook, Liu Shiju, and Yuan Yunqing had served in Jin Dalai's army, like sisters. Liu Shiju was dead, and Yuan Yunqing considered Park Hyun-kook even more like family. But the Park Hyun-kook of this time was not the Park Hyun-kook of ten years ago. Eighteen years ago, the Vermilion Bird of the Demonic Sect had a sudden awakening and left the sect. After many years of wandering, with the help of "Phoenix," she found her twin sister, Park Hyun-kook, in Korea. The Demonic Cult would not let those who betrayed their cause go unpunished. In a great battle, Park Hyun-kook died. Before her death, she entrusted the Jindalai Army to Suzaku, who then became the new Park Hyun-kook. (See my work "The Legend of the Phoenix - Suzaku" for details.) However, Park Hyun-kook cleverly concealed his embarrassment, affectionately embracing her. "It's too stuffy here, let's go for a walk outside." Park Hyun-kook wanted to find a quiet place to talk.
On the balcony outside, Park Hyun-kook looked at Yuan Yunqing with concern and said, "Yunqing, you've lost weight." These words triggered a deep wound in Yuan Yunqing's heart. She suddenly hugged Park Hyun-kook and burst into tears.
After returning to North Korea, she wanted to confide in Cha Hae-taek, but she feared he would control her. Unable to control herself, she knew she couldn't afford any complications at this critical juncture, so she hadn't seen Che Kaize despite his repeated requests. Although she had come with Che Kaize today, the Chairman was seriously ill, and neither of them would have the mind to discuss this matter. When she saw Park Hyun-kok and heard her concerned questions, Yuan Yunqing could no longer control her emotions.
Park Hyun-kok gently stroked her sobbing, hesitant shoulders. Being a woman herself, how could she not understand Yuan Yunqing's feelings at this moment? Besides, she herself had been raped and humiliated years before. However, she had also witnessed her sister being gang-raped by countless men in front of her, suffering ten times more horrific than her sister.
Whether it was Park Hyun-kook back then, Park Hyun-kook now, or Yuan Yun-qing, they were all extremely strong-willed heroines. Even after the greatest struggle, they still could not control their own destiny, could not escape the tragic experience of moaning under men's crotches, letting dirty penises penetrate their bodies. This pain was greater and more intense than that of ordinary people.
However, at this moment, there was no time to consider other issues. Park Hyun-kook urgently wanted to know Cha Hae-taek's intentions. She composed herself and said in a deep voice, "Yun-qing, listen to me. War is imminent, and the country is facing a life-or-death situation. At this time, personal honor and disgrace are not important. If we lose, not only us, but also millions of our compatriots will be plunged into misery. Yun-qing, you must pull yourself together!" Yuan Yun-qing was also an extraordinary person. Upon hearing this, she immediately stopped crying. "You are right, the country comes first." Yuan Yun-qing felt somewhat ashamed of her previous loss of composure.
"What did Che Kaize say when he came?" Park Hyun-kook asked.
"Sigh," Won Yun-cheong sighed deeply, "I don't know what he's thinking." "What's wrong?
" Park Hyun-kook pressed.
"He said that no matter who is in charge of this war, he will do his utmost to defend Korea," Won Yun-cheong said helplessly.
Park Hyun-kook's mind raced; she understood Che Kaize's thoughts. Given the current situation, although Kim Jung-ryeong's faction was powerful, Che Kaize controlled most of the army and was not without the ability to resist. However, if internal strife broke out now, the situation would be chaotic before the war even began, with dire consequences. Che Kaize's attempt to appease the enemy and achieve internal unity was the only, desperate measure.
Park Hyun-kook sighed inwardly, "Che Kaize, Che Kaize, although you are a..." A man of integrity and uprightness, but is doing this really the right thing to do? She had pondered this question repeatedly. Although Cha Hae-taek's actions seemed like the only option, she had a nagging feeling of unease. Deep down, she hoped Cha Hae-taek was a hardliner; even if a coup d'état caused great chaos, as long as control was gained, she could steer the battle in her own hands. But the current situation, while the conflict hadn't escalated to its fullest extent, the chaotic state of affairs made victory seem even more elusive.
Just as Park Hyun-kook's thoughts were racing, the Standing Committee meeting ended. Kim Jung-rip was the first to step forward. Although... He showed no outward joy, but inwardly he couldn't contain his excitement. At today's meeting, it was decided that he would take full charge of the work during the Chairman's illness and directly command this battle. Throughout the meeting, Che Kaize was surprisingly cooperative and expressed his full support for him in winning this battle. At this moment, he was beaming with pride, strutting around with an air of supreme authority.
Following behind him was Vice Chairman Jin Yongsheng, who lacked Jin Dingli's composure, grinning broadly.
Although he was Vice Chairman, it was because he had once saved the Chairman and was a member of the Jin family; in reality, he held little real power.
Jin Yongsheng was extremely... He was a womanizer, and after a previous affair, he was severely reprimanded by the chairman, which made him wary. That's why he didn't dare to actually sleep with Yuan Yunqing on the boat during the meeting.
After the chairman fell ill, Jin Dingli promised that once he was in power, he would be free to do whatever he wanted.
At this moment, he was already thinking of calling over the two sisters from the "Black Sun" group tomorrow for a good time. Suddenly, he saw Yuan Yunqing walking into the room from the balcony and secretly resolved to get her too, as well as Park Hyun-kok. Although it would be more difficult, he would give it a try. The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Cha Kae-taek walked behind, his expression cold and his eyes piercing. For him, personal honor and disgrace were unimportant; North Korea's fate was fraught with hardship, and he was determined to fight to the last breath to defend it.
At the subsequent enlarged meeting of the Standing Committee, Kim Yong-sung announced the decision, causing a small commotion in the room, especially among the commanders of the various military regions and army groups. They all knew that Cha Kae-taek's military capabilities far surpassed Kim Ding-li's.
Kim Ding-li and Cha Kae-taek spoke separately. Kim Ding-li's speech was full of confidence and boastful ambition, even claiming he would liberate South Korea in three months; while Cha Kae-taek clearly expressed his support for Kim Ding-li and hoped everyone would unite to resist the foreign enemy. The commanders of the various army groups understood the deeper meaning in Cha Kae-taek's words and remained silent.
The meeting passed the Standing Committee's resolution, and Kim Ding-li's smile grew even more triumphant, almost to the point of elation. ... The Fang brothers, Jun and Min, returned home, each carrying one of Ji Xiaoyun and Xinlian into their room.
"Brother, she's fainted. Should we wake her up?" Fang Min was very anxious.
"How do we wake her up?" Fang Jun was still somewhat distracted.
"That's easy, just put her in the bathtub, soak her in cold water, she'll wake up then," Fang Min assumed his older brother had been blinded by lust.
"Alright, go fill the tub," Fang Jun said.
A short while later, with the sound of rushing water, Fang Min called from the bathroom, "Big brother, it's ready, hurry!" Fang Jun's gaze returned to Ji Xiaoyun in his arms. Her eyes were closed, as if she were asleep, showing no sign of danger. Her beautiful face and alluring body stimulated him, further dispelling his fear.
Fang Jun carried the naked Ji Xiaoyun into the bathroom. Fang Min had already filled the bathtub with cold water; fearing the cold water wasn't enough, he had even brought a plate of ice.
"Big brother, put her in, she'll definitely wake up," Fang Min rubbed his hands, eagerly awaiting.
Ji Xiaoyun was thrown into the water, splashing up a large spray. Although Hong Kong winters aren't very cold, the indoor temperature was below 10 degrees Celsius. Immersing oneself naked in the water like this would be unbearable for most people. Ji Xiaoyun sank to the bottom. After a moment, she convulsed, her limbs twitching. She gulped down two mouthfuls of cold water and finally woke up, struggling to bring her head above water.
"She's awake! She's awake!" Fang Min clapped and laughed, pouring a plate of ice over Ji Xiaoyun, who was thrashing about in the bathtub.
Ji Xiaoyun was awake. She had just had a dream. In her dream, she saw a face floating in the air, terrifying, with horns on its head. She was terrified. The face grinned menacingly, lunging at her, trying to burrow into her body. She desperately tried to escape. At that moment, she heard another sound, like the cry of a phoenix from the heavens. This sound gave her courage. She turned to face the face chasing her. In the confrontation, a bone-chilling cold pulled her back to reality from her dream.
The mysterious energy entity awakens only once every thousand years, and it hasn't awakened yet. However, because the energy entity has already begun to stir, she was able to severely injure Mr. Meng in the illusion he created. It was because of the energy entity that she survived, and its miraculous effects allowed her to move her limbs, even though she hadn't regained her martial arts skills.
This energy entity didn't belong to this planet, so its mysteries were beyond the comprehension of even Tian Feng and the Black Emperor, let alone Ji Xiaoyun.
Ji Xiaoyun quickly saw the Fang brothers, Fang Jun and Fang Min, by the bathtub. Their lewd gazes were brazenly fixed on her naked body, and she covered her breasts and private parts with her hands.
"Still shy, hahaha," Fang Min laughed wildly. "Shall we take a bath together?" Ji Xiaoyun's pure and ethereal beauty, like a lotus emerging from water, intensely stimulated every nerve in his body.
"Get away!" Ji Xiaoyun pushed him away as he tried to climb into the bathtub, her heart filled with extreme fear.
"Big brother, come on in, this little girl is quite wild!" Fang Min shouted.
Fang Jun watched Ji Xiaoyun struggle desperately. Despite her best efforts, like the women they had raped before, her resistance only made the game more fun and exciting. He finally relaxed and pounced on her.
The large, fan-shaped bathtub, made of milky-white marble, was 2.5 meters long and nearly 2 meters wide. It was a masterpiece by the renowned Italian designer Matteothun—luxurious, modern, and worth over 100,000 yuan. The Fang brothers jumped in, and Ji Xiaoyun could only retreat. Although the bathtub wasn't small, it felt cramped with three people, leaving her nowhere to hide.
The water was cold, but it didn't dampen the brothers' enthusiasm. They yelled and pounced on Ji Xiaoyun, splashing water everywhere in the tub, a chaotic scene. ... Liu Liwei no longer believed Yan Lanyin's story, because she told him that she only went to the Silver Moon Pavilion the second night to chat with Ying Gu. This was too outrageous. He was annoyed and worried; the boast he had made to his uncle might not be so easy to keep.
"Damn it!" Liu Liwei cursed as he stood up, saying, "You're deliberately messing with me. I'm not going to argue with you anymore. Take off your clothes!" By this time, some colleagues who had finished eating had returned to the office. Although the door was closed, loud voices could still be faintly heard. Yan Lanyin gritted her teeth and began to undress. She just wanted to leave as quickly as possible.
As each piece of clothing fell away, her alluring body was exposed before Liu Liwei. Although she had suffered humiliation at the hands of men for the past month, strangely, her body felt as if bathed in a spring breeze, her snow-white skin as smooth and lustrous as silk. When she was first raped, her body was like a budding flower, possessing a pure beauty but lacking in charm. Now, however, her body was like a blooming, delicate flower, exuding a captivating allure with its coy resistance. The changes in her body were subtle, some even expressed through body language, beyond words and only to be understood intuitively. However, Liu Liwei didn't think too much about it. In any case, he found Yan Lanyin increasingly captivating.
“Hey, you should put your shoes on,” Liu Liwei called out as Yan Lanyin bent down to take off her black underpants.
Yan Lanyin obediently put her mid-heeled shoes back on. She leaned against the table, somewhat nervous, afraid that her colleagues outside might suddenly burst in—that would be utterly humiliating.
Liu Liwei, having only taken off his pants, walked towards her. Seeing Yan Lanyin slowly leaning back, preparing to lie down on the table, he hurriedly called out, “Don’t move! Stand, stand!” Yan Lanyin looked at him, somewhat puzzled. She was truly frightened; this disgusting man, like a maggot, had too many tricks up his sleeve.
Liu Liwei stood in front of her. Yan Lanyin was 1.68 meters tall, and with mid-heeled shoes, she was 1.70 meters, while Liu Liwei was only 1.66 meters tall, and now, barefoot, the height difference was even more obvious as they approached. As Yan Lanyin took a breath, preparing for the penis to penetrate her again, Liu Liwei knelt down, supporting her waist. Yan Lanyin knew what he wanted to do, and her leg muscles stiffened.
Looking at her shaved pubic hair, Liu Liwei was proud of his masterpiece—so sexy, so alluring, so fiery… He slowly moved his head closer, his tongue licking the enchanting crevice.
A tingling, itchy, electric sensation instantly shot from between Yan Lanyin's legs to her brain. She sighed helplessly; her body was increasingly beyond her control. Even the most despised, worm-like man could arouse her desire. What should she do? Should she indulge her body, as Yinggu suggested, to reduce the pain, or resist it? Yan Lanyin's heart was filled with contradictions.
Liu Liwei buried his head almost entirely between Yan Lanyin's legs, wishing he could bury his head into that alluring flower cave. He stretched his tongue to its limit, desperately trying to penetrate her secret place, his nose rubbing against her clitoris haphazardly. Although he was like a pig, wildly biting and chewing without any skill, Yan Lanyin's fiery body involuntarily writhed under the intense stimulation, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly.
After a full quarter of an hour, Liu Liwei's mouth finally left her private parts. His face was covered in his saliva and the love juice seeping from Yan Lanyin's flower cave.
Liu Liwei stood up, his hands supporting her hips, his penis pressing against her already opened vagina from below. The intense stimulation almost made Yan Lanyin groan. She bent her knees slightly, her body sinking a little, and the head of his penis entered her vagina in one swift motion. Liu Liwei was taken aback, then laughed, "When the hell did you become so horny? I'm not ready yet, and you're already so impatient." Yan Lanyin blushed, straightened her legs, and stood up straight, the head of his penis leaving her body. It had been an unconscious act driven by lust and a desire to leave quickly, but after Liu Liwei pointed it out, her last shred of self-respect kept her upright.
"If you want it, just say so. Why be so shy? I've fucked you more than once or twice." Liu Liwei stood on tiptoe, pushing his penis into her vagina again. Because Yan Lanyin was taller than him and stood straight, even on tiptoe, he could only insert less than half of his penis.
Liu Liwei, his body stiff, could only thrust three or two times before he couldn't take it anymore. This sexual position was too tiring, and his penis couldn't even penetrate all the way in. "Spread your legs a little wider, yes, yes, don't bend your knees. Spreading your legs makes you shorter, yes, like that, a little lower. Two years ago, during the police-civilian cultural performance, you did a dance, and the last part was a split. I remember it very clearly. No problem, spread them a little wider." Liu Liwei's eyes were fixed on her from that performance. She was dressed in white, with a beautiful face and elegant demeanor. Her graceful dance was still etched in his mind. At that time, the small section of her jade-like legs exposed from under her skirt had made him infatuated, unable to eat or drink. Today, to have her naked in his office, to do whatever he wanted with her, was truly a blessing from heaven.
Yan Lanyin spread her legs like scissors, and his penis slowly penetrated her vagina. When it was almost fully inside, Liu Liwei's body sank down again, constantly directing her to spread her legs wider and lower her body further. Yan Lanyin had practiced martial arts since childhood, so her bones were very flexible, making the splits easy for her. However, Liu Liwei's attempts to torment her only added to her humiliation and hatred.
Liu Liwei, already half-squatting with his hands on the ground, had Yan Lanyin's legs spread more than ninety degrees. Not content with this, Liu Liwei stretched his legs under the desk, his buttocks half a foot off the ground, slowly lowering himself closer and closer.
Yan Lanyin gripped the edge of the desk behind her, maintaining her balance. It was getting noisy outside; it was almost time for the afternoon shift.
"Liu Liwei, stop with the fancy stuff, just hurry up!" Yan Lanyin couldn't help but say.
"The sooner I've satisfied you, the sooner you can leave. Why aren't you moving? Hurry up!" Liu Liwei urged, seeing her frozen in mid-air.
Because of her sister and husband, Yan Lanyin was powerless to resist her tragic fate. Like a drug addict, she knew the end would be terrible, but she was willing to burn her life for a brief moment of pleasure with her husband, for a glimmer of hope for her sister.
Liu Liwei's buttocks were already on the ground, and Yan Lanyin's legs were almost spread 180 degrees. Urged by Liu Liwei, she spread her legs as wide as possible into a straight line, their hips pressed tightly together, his penis fully inside her.
"Liu Liwei, what do you want?" Yan Lanyin said bitterly. This position made proper intercourse impossible. Not only was Yan Lanyin taut like a bowstring with her legs spread, but even Liu Liwei had to use his hands to support himself on the ground to barely lift his body, and he was exhausted.
“This is great, I like it,” Liu Liwei said. “Can you move? I can’t move if I hold you down. No, no, don’t bend your legs, it’s not fun if your legs are bent. Try it, make me feel good before you leave!” Yan Lanyin knew there was no reasoning with someone as shameless as him. She didn’t know how long this stalemate would go on. Remembering her date with her husband that evening, she anxiously tried to use her hands, which were gripping the edge of the table, to lift her body a few inches while keeping her legs straight, like doing pull-ups. She mechanically and stiffly pushed Liu Liwei’s penis into her body,
one stroke at a time. Although this position was extremely stimulating, the penis didn’t move quickly in her vagina. Also, because her legs were in a split, the vaginal walls couldn’t completely envelop the penis. Plus, Liu Liwei had taken Viagra earlier, so he could still hold back from ejaculating. Similarly, although the friction of the penis against her vagina was somewhat itchy, it was more like gymnastics than intercourse, and Yan Lanyin didn’t have a strong desire.
"It must be tiring," Liu Liwei said.
Yan Lanyin snorted in response; she was too lazy to talk to him.
"By the way, I saw you with Shui Ling today," Liu Liwei finally couldn't help but bring up Shui Ling.
"What's it to you?" Yan Lanyin was startled. Why was he asking this?

Chapter 8, Deceit and Intrigue (7)
"I want to sleep with her," Liu Liwei said bluntly.
Yan Lanyin was shocked. Shui Ling was her best friend and had saved her once. Although they had a grudge because of Fei Xue, she would never want to see Shui Ling suffer the same fate as her. Since Liu Liwei mentioned Shui Ling and openly said he wanted to sleep with her, he must want to achieve this goal through her.
Yan Lanyin smiled coldly. A month ago, Ding Fei told her that as long as she became a member of the Black Dragon Society, Yan Fei Xue could be released, but her bottom line was to give up her dignity and body; she would never sell her soul.
"So, after I've slept with Shui Ling, I won't bother you anymore," Liu Liwei thought his offer was incredibly tempting.
Yan Lanyin looked at him disdainfully and said, "I won't help you." She believed that with Liu Liwei's limited abilities, he couldn't possibly defeat the intelligent and courageous Shui Ling.
Liu Liwei pulled several nude photos of Yan Lanyin from his jacket pocket, waved them in front of her, and said, "Your photos, completely nude, and untouched by a man. Take a good look. Do you want them to spread throughout the entire building?" Yan Lanyin was indeed afraid of this outcome, but Liu Liwei's threat wasn't enough to shake her bottom line. She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Liu Liwei, let me tell you, if I were willing to betray my friends, to sell my soul, I, Yan Lanyin, would never stoop to being manipulated by a despicable person like you. Forget about it!" Liu Liwei's face flushed red and then paled. He suppressed his anger, glaring fiercely at her, and said, "What if I could let you meet your sister?" In truth, a nobody like him didn't have that power, nor did he care. He could just make things up without taking any responsibility; this was his last resort.
"I won't do that," Yan Lanyin resolutely shook her head. Although the more pain she endured, the more Yan Lanyin missed her sister, knowing that Feixue was suffering the same pain, this did not change her resolve.
"Damn it, you're shameless! I'll fuck you to death!" Liu Liwei finally erupted in rage. He grabbed Yan Lanyin's hair, pulled her to the ground, and pounced on her, raping her like a wild beast.
Yan Lanyin silently endured, hoping his brutality would end soon. At this moment, she only thought of Zhengwei; she hadn't seen her husband for a week, and she longed to be with him.
Liu Liwei thrust his lower body, his penis moving rapidly. He vented his anger on her, grabbing, pinching, and squeezing. Yan Lanyin could only grit her teeth and endure it silently.
"You filthy bitch, you slut, you don't listen to me! If I don't fucking kill you today, I'm not Liu!" Liu Liwei grabbed her shoulders and made her turn her back to the sky. "Crawl, crawl, crawl..." He arched Yan Lanyin to the window, then grabbed her hair and slowly made her stand up. The glass was covered by plastic strip blinds. She pressed her body tightly against the blinds, with Liu Liwei pressing against her from behind.
"What exactly do you want?" Yan Lanyin braced her hands against the window frame, desperately resisting Liu Liwei's frantic advance from behind.
Liu Liwei freed one hand, reaching out to her eyes and parting the blinds slightly. Yan Lanyin saw that the outer office was already full of people.
"Want to greet them naked, Inspector Yan? They'll be very excited!" Liu Liwei continued to pressure her.
"You're crazy!" Yan Lanyin saw her breasts pressed against the blinds; if she pressed any closer, people outside might be able to see through the gaps. She didn't care anymore, forcing herself to bend over and kneel on the ground, her naked body finally beneath the glass.
Liu Liwei tried to pull her up a few times but couldn't; he really didn't dare push Yan Lanyin out like that. His good fortune today was actually due to the opportunity given to him by Li Quan, whose aim was to subject Yan Lanyin to even greater humiliation, to drive her to a complete breakdown. Liu Rihui had told him more than once that while it was okay to do it, it was crucial not to let anyone know.
Yan Lanyin curled up, her snow-white, full buttocks raised high. She braced herself tightly against the wall below the windowsill with both hands, because only in this way could she avoid slamming her body against the wall during the violent impact. Otherwise, people outside might hear the "thump thump" sounds and come in to see what was going on. Because of the excessive force, the veins in her knuckles bulged, and her fingernails scratched several marks on the paint on the wall.
Although Yan Lanyin's sexual desires were often beyond her control, at this moment, with her heart pounding and Liu Liwei being so rough, she wasn't troubled by her desires. However, to help Liu Liwei finish his release as soon as possible, she adjusted her body position so that his penis could penetrate her most comfortably and deeply.
Liu Liwei poured all his strength into his thrusts, and soon, he was about to reach orgasm. He slowed down his thrusting, trying to control himself. At this moment, Yan Lanyin's vagina suddenly contracted powerfully, tightly enveloping his penis, opening and closing like a woman's mouth, drawing it deeper.
Liu Liwei had never experienced this move before. Before he could even pull his penis out, a surge of pleasure overwhelmed him. He whimpered softly, his gushing semen slamming against Yan Lanyin's clitoris... "When did you learn this move?" Liu Liwei was still on top of her, his penis inside her vagina slowly softening.
"Can I leave now?" Yan Lanyin turned her face and whispered.
"Wait a minute," Liu Liwei stood up, suddenly opening the door a crack and sticking his head out.
Yan Lanyin's heart leaped into her throat. Like a startled rabbit, she tumbled to the corner. Was he really going to call everyone in? This madman, what should I do? Yan Lanyin
looked around, as if searching for something to cover herself, but her police uniform was next to her desk. Going to get it would mean passing through the doorway, and she would definitely be seen by those outside. What should she do? She crossed her arms, bent her knees, and stared at the doorway like a prisoner sentenced to death.
"A-Quan, come in for a moment," Liu Liwei hadn't taken off his clothes, so only his head was sticking out. No one noticed that their boss wasn't wearing pants.
"Coming," A-Quan had been waiting impatiently. He knew that Liu Liwei had called Yan Lanyin to the office today, and he had been hoping to enjoy this beauty with his boss every moment.
Ah Quan entered the room, and Liu Liwei closed the door. Yan Lanyin breathed a sigh of relief; only Ah Quan had come in, and he already knew the secret—he was Liu Liwei's accomplice.
"I've had my fun, but I still have my brothers. You can leave after my brothers have their fun," Liu Liwei said with a wicked grin. He pulled up his pants, sat back down at his desk, and gestured for Ah Quan to leave.
"Thanks, boss," Ah Quan said, inexplicably excited. He rushed to Yan Lanyin's side in the corner and quickly began to pull down his pants.
"Inspector Yan's blowjob skills have improved considerably. You can try it out first," Liu Liwei said lewdly. "Ah Quan, taking the pills before coming in won't work. Don't fucking finish in three minutes." "Boss, I already took two!" Ah Quan's penis was thicker and larger than Liu Liwei's, the huge, dark red glans resting against Yan Lanyin's red lips.
Yan Lanyin had no choice. Gritting her teeth, she opened her small mouth and swallowed the entire penis. She used the blowjob technique she had learned at Yinyue Tower. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was almost two o'clock. She hoped to leave before two-thirty so she could take a shower and go to see her husband clean.
"Ouch, no, no, stop, stop!" A-Quan forcibly pulled the penis out of her mouth. In less than three minutes, he couldn't hold back anymore.
Liu Liwei burst into laughter, saying, "I told you you were useless, you really are useless. You didn't even last as long as me." A-Quan, holding the penis, smiled awkwardly and said, "Luckily I pulled it out quickly, otherwise I would have really ejaculated. Boss, what should we do? Taking two Viagra pills didn't work, and taking more will kill me." "She can't take it anymore, so you can go and do it to her and see if she can take it," Liu Liwei said.
“Okay, boss, this is my specialty.” A-Quan sat down next to Yan Lanyin, one arm around her waist, burying his head between her breasts, sucking on her bright red buds. His other hand pressed against her private parts, his middle and index fingers inserted into her secret hole filled with Liu Liwei’s semen, moving rapidly in and out. His thumb pressed against the fleshy bud above her labia, rubbing it back and forth in a spiral motion.
Actually, Yan Lanyin had felt sexually aroused when Liu Liwei licked her secret hole earlier, but Liu Liwei had used so many tricks, from split-leg sex to touching her vulva and dragging her to the window, making Yan Lanyin angry, anxious, and tense, suppressing her sexual desire. But now, being caressed by A-Quan, stimulating her most sensitive parts, her vagina began to itch again, a blush rose on her pale face, and her body began to writhe.
“Good, A-Quan, keep going, she’s feeling it,” Liu Liwei said excitedly, rubbing his hands together as he watched the show.
“Liu Liwei, when...when are you going to let me leave? I have work this afternoon…” Yan Lanyin’s words were somewhat incoherent.
“If you agree to that, I’ll let you leave immediately,” Liu Liwei said.
“That’s impossible,” Yan Lanyin refused firmly.
Liu Liwei hit another snag. He thought for a moment and said, “I invited you here today, and we all had our fun, so you have to have your fun too before you leave.” “What do you mean?” Yan Lanyin asked.
“Nothing much. Why are you enduring so much? I watched some porn the other day, and when a woman gets really excited, her vagina squirts out a gush of fluid like urine. I want to see that for myself today.” Although Liu Liwei didn’t have any real skills, he had one trick after another.
“What did you say?” Yan Lanyin really didn’t understand.
“I’m talking about squirting, a woman’s squirting, do you understand?” Liu Liwei said. He remembered that the movie was something like “Squirting.”
Yan Lanyin had never heard of “squirting” before, so of course she was completely confused and didn’t understand what he meant.
"Alright, alright, you're so ignorant. You know what a woman's orgasm is, right? Show me one," Liu Liwei said impatiently.
"Isn't it true? If I have an orgasm, you'll let me go," Yan Lanyin said.
"An orgasm, and squirting?" Liu Liwei imagined how incredibly stimulating it would be if Yan Lanyin could squirt like the women in porn movies.
"What is squirting?" Yan Lanyin couldn't understand at all.
"Oh..." Liu Liwei found that he couldn't explain what "squirting" was either. He said irritably, "Don't worry about what squirting is. You'll have it if you have an orgasm. It has to be a thorough, intense orgasm." "Then find something for me to bite on," Yan Lanyin said, afraid that she would lose control and scream. Facing a shameless beast like Liu Liwei was like a scholar encountering a soldier—there was no reasoning with him. To leave as soon as possible, to have her date with her husband, she didn't care about anything else.
"Oh, okay, okay," Liu Liwei stood up, looked around, and saw Yan Lanyin's black panties that she had taken off. He picked them up, smelled them, then crumpled them into a strip and handed them to her.
Yan Lanyin bit the panties in her mouth and closed her eyes. She couldn't look at these two people; looking at them felt like her heart was being pricked by needles.
"A-Quan, go for it, go for it..." Liu Liwei said. A-Quan got even more excited, his fingers poking her secret spot, making "plop plop" sounds. Liu Liwei couldn't help but go over, grabbing Yan Lanyin's shoulders and making her lie on top of him. "Leave the top to me, you just focus on the bottom." He stroked Yan Lanyin's breasts, while A-Quan concentrated both hands on her private parts, and the speed of his thrusts and the frequency of his caresses of her clitoris increased greatly.
"Why don't you accept this reality and stop restraining your desires?" Yinggu's words echoed in her ears. Yan Lanyin tried her best to relax and lower her defenses. She fantasized about making love with her husband, and a dark tide of desire surged up, wave after wave, completely engulfing her.
Because she was biting her underwear, she moaned indistinctly, her hands tightly gripping Liu Liwei's legs beside her. Her legs were pressed against the wall on either side of A Quan's waist, her slender toes pointed straight.
Slowly, Yan Lanyin's feet slid to the ground, her toes supporting her weight. Her flat stomach began to rise and fall rhythmically like waves, and her full buttocks swayed from side to side with A Quan's fingers. Her already full breasts swelled, her areolas enlarged, and her nipples were already hard. With each thrust, more and more vaginal fluid began to flow from her secret place, soaking a large area of the carpet.
The two men were equally excited. The policewoman they had long admired was experiencing a real orgasm before their eyes—what a thrill! They were like stimulants, relentlessly caressing her every sensitive spot.
After fifteen minutes of caresses, Yan Lanyin finally reached her climax. Like a large white fish leaping ashore, she writhed in their arms. She arched her back high, her body arched, her genitals almost parallel to A-Quan's face, her love juices splashing onto his face as her fingers continued to move. In his extreme arousal, A-Quan suddenly thrust his ring finger, which had been hovering at the entrance of her anus, into her rectum. At the peak of her sexual desire, the walls of Yan Lanyin's vagina and anus contracted sharply, gripping the fingers tightly, rendering them immobile for a moment.
Although the scene was beautiful and breathtaking, Liu Liwei didn't see Yan Lanyin squirt like an actress in an adult film. This was also Liu Liwei's fault for being ignorant. The fluid that spurts out during a woman's orgasm isn't vaginal lubrication, but rather sprays from the urethra. Making a woman orgasm is a skill, a technique; it's not something that happens automatically just because you have an orgasm. Liu Liwei didn't understand any of this.
Yan Lanyin slowly opened her eyes. Returning to earth from the clouds and facing the harsh reality again, the disappointment after her orgasm was immense.
"Can I walk now?" she asked weakly. Although it hadn't lasted long, an orgasm still required considerable effort.
"You're done, but my brother isn't. Quan, go for it!" Liu Liwei released Yan Lanyin and stood up.
"Okay, boss!" Quan pressed down on her. He was much taller and heavier than Liu Liwei, and when he pressed down on Yan Lanyin, she could barely breathe. Quan placed her legs on his shoulders, his penis pounding into her overflowing vagina like a pile driver. At this moment, Yan Lanyin, having just experienced an orgasm, naturally had no sexual desire left. She gritted her teeth, enduring wave after wave of thrusts.
It was already 2:20. She didn't know how much longer Ah Quan could keep going. She wanted to do something to satisfy him quickly, but her body ached and she had no strength left.
"Can you hurry up?" Yan Lanyin pleaded.
"I've been to Kowloon and Hong Kong all over, and not a single lady has dared to rush me!" Ah Quan said impatiently.
A wave of inexplicable sorrow washed over Yan Lanyin. Ah Quan actually compared her to those ladies and prostitutes. But thinking about it, her current situation wasn't any better than theirs. How had she fallen to this point? How long would this go on?
"Ah Quan, take your time. I'm going out for a bit," Liu Liwei said.
Yan Lanyin heard the door open. Because Ah Quan was pressing her down, she struggled to lift her head. Looking past Ah Quan's shoulder, she saw Liu Liwei opening the door and walking out, carrying a large plastic bag. She was startled, as if she realized something was wrong. Looking towards the desk, she saw that her police uniform, which she had taken off, had vanished. Her face paled instantly. Liu Liwei had taken her clothes, clearly not letting her leave today. In desperation, she shoved A-Quan aside and rushed towards the door, but stopped after only two steps because she was completely naked.
Liu Liwei had already walked outside, waving a bag at Yan Lanyin, as if to say, "Come and get it yourself if you dare." Yan Lanyin froze, unable to move, watching helplessly as Liu Liwei closed the door and disappeared from sight.
"You fucking crazy, how dare you push me away!" A-Quan was in the middle of things, and being shoved to the ground by her naturally made him angry. He grabbed Yan Lanyin's body, trying to push her back down. Yan Lanyin pushed him back, and A-Quan lost his balance and was pushed to the ground again.
"You—" Although A-Quan was furious, he didn't dare to use force for the moment. Although he was taller and bigger than her, if it really came down to a fight, three or five A-Quan wouldn't be a match for Yan Lanyin.
"Why?" Overwhelmed with grief, Yan Lanyin covered her face, squatted down, and began to sob softly. She had been summoned by Liu Liwei today, and she had been trying to appease him, hoping he would let her leave as soon as possible, but all her efforts had been in vain. Her husband was already very suspicious of her, and if she couldn't keep the appointment today, what would he think?
"Stop crying, let me have my fun first, then I'll beg the boss to let you go." A-Quan, halfway through, was burning with lust and naturally feeling incredibly uncomfortable. He approached Yan Lanyin and began touching her body again. "If you dare push me again, I'll open the door and let the brothers in." Yan Lanyin didn't know what to do. A-Quan hugged her from behind, making her kneel down with her buttocks raised high, just like when Liu Liwei had done it to her. He spread Yan Lanyin's legs and tried to pull her hands away from her face, but couldn't budge them. A-Quan had to give up. His penis entered her body again from behind. She still covered her face with her hands, and faint sobs echoed in the office.
At this moment, the effects of the two Viagra pills began to slowly take hold. A-Quan's penis was as hard as steel, and because Yan Lanyin had already experienced an orgasm, her vaginal walls weren't as tight as before. Quan leisurely and thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful body of the weeping policewoman.
He turned Yan Lanyin over, so she lay on her back. Through her tear-filled eyes, Yan Lanyin saw that the clock on the wall pointed to 2:45. Although Quan was panting heavily and sweating, he showed no sign of finishing anytime soon. Even if it ended, Liu Liwei had taken her clothes; how could she leave this office?
As Yan Lanyin was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a knock on the door. Her nerves immediately tensed, and Quan froze, staring blankly at the door, momentarily at a loss.
The door slowly opened, but no one was there. Just as the two were filled with anxiety, Liu Liwei darted in like a ghost, bursting into laughter, "Look how scared you are!" "Boss, don't scare me, my dick's all soft," Quan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah Quan, listen up, get dressed. There's a meeting in two minutes, everyone attend," Liu Liwei said.
"Where?" Ah Quan asked.
"Right here," Liu Liwei said, glancing deliberately at Yan Lanyin.
"What!" Yan Lanyin was finally stunned. She stared at Ah Quan's wicked grin, at a loss for words. ...Just over ten days ago, the Fang brothers, Fang Jun and Fang Min, raped Fu Yuan. Because of a moment of mercy, Ji Xiaoyun didn't kill them. The story of the farmer and the snake played out again, and she felt extremely remorseful. But it was too late for regrets; Ji Xiaoyun could only fight back desperately.
Xinlian, outside, heard the fighting in the bathroom and was extremely anxious. Although Xinlian hadn't known Ji Xiaoyun for long, Ji Xiaoyun had saved her life, and Xinlian had witnessed her superb martial arts skills. Coupled with Ji Xiaoyun's ethereal and pure temperament, in Xinlian's eyes, Ji Xiaoyun was like a goddess.
Upon entering the house... Fang Min found a rope, tied Xinlian's hands and feet, and threw her onto the bed. Hearing Ji Xiaoyun's screams, Xinlian struggled, tumbling from the bed to the floor. She twisted her small, naked body, using her toes to support herself on the smooth floor, inching her way towards the bathroom.
An ordinary eighteen-year-old girl, witnessing her mother's rape and murder, and then losing her virginity, even if not driven mad, wouldn't have the mind to care about anything else. At this moment, Xinlian didn't know why she was crawling so laboriously to the bathroom, nor whether she could help her, but she was determined to go. Xinlian, barely eighteen, possessed far more courage and conviction than girls her age.
Compared to Xinlian, Ji Xiaoyun, a "Phoenix" warrior, behaved no differently than an ordinary girl facing misfortune. Some "Phoenix" warriors, captured by the enemy and raped, though heartbroken, maintained a calm facade. But Ji Xiaoyun couldn't. She valued her purity more than life itself. Although no "Phoenix" warrior would choose death to escape pain, deep down, if given a choice, she would prefer to die innocent.
In the small bathtub, she thrashed about like a mermaid caught in a net, dying. The Fang brothers seemed very enthusiastic about this game, not completely restricting her movements. The brothers had played similar games before, but never with such enthusiasm or for such long. Ji Xiaoyun's beauty surpassed that of any woman they had ever seen before. In the brothers' eyes, she was not merely a tempting piece of meat, but a jewel radiating magnificent light. A jewel, of course, cannot be swallowed whole—that would be a waste. It was more interesting to savor her slowly.
Every man loves to conquer, and conquering a woman is an immense pleasure. They toyed with her like cats playing with mice. They grabbed her limbs, lifted her out of the water, and then threw her back in heavily. Sometimes they would deliberately let Ji Xiaoyun's snow-white feet kick against their chests, then dramatically fall backward, laughing loudly as they pounced on her again amidst the splashing water. They even made her struggle to climb out of the bathtub, then each grabbed one of her feet and dragged her back in.
Fang Jun's hand slipped between her legs, his fingers gripping her snow-white virginity. Ji Xiaoyun tightly clamped her legs together, preventing his hand from moving freely. Before she could escape his clutches, Fang Min grabbed her breasts, twisting her peach-shaped breasts out of shape between his fingers. Although Ji Xiaoyun was quite tall, she looked small and helpless sandwiched between two men over 1.8 meters tall.

Chapter 8, Deceit and Intrigue (8)
When Xinlian struggled to climb into the bathroom, the two Fang brothers had just begun their main act. Ji Xiaoyun was squeezed against the edge of the bathtub. Fang Min pressed one hand against her snow-white, high breasts and the other tightly gripped her wrist. She leaned back in an "S" shape, her upper body above the water pressed tightly against the milky white marble platform.
Fang Jun half-knelt and half-squatted in front of her, Ji Xiaoyun's slender legs spread apart like scissors on either side of his strong body, her toes splashing water.
"Don't be so tense. Making love isn't like I'm asking you to die." Fang Jun grabbed her slender waist, holding her body in place. His thick penis pressed against her vulva. He stared at Ji Xiaoyun's extremely beautiful yet extremely distorted face, his lust burning fiercely.
"Let me go!" Ji Xiaoyun screamed, but at this moment she was weaker than an ordinary girl, how could she break free from the clutches of the two brothers?
"Please, no!" Xinlian crawled to the edge of the bathtub, crying and shouting. She had no relatives left in this world. Although she hadn't known the beautiful older sister in front of her for long, she felt that Ji Xiaoyun was her only family.
"Big brother, this girl is interesting. She's young, but she's quite bold." Fang Min glanced at Xinlian and said.
"Hmph, I think if you can't wait, you can do her first. I just took Viagra, I won't be finished in less than an hour." Fang Jun knew his younger brother's impatient temper best. He wanted to give him some fun, otherwise, he would be a real downer if he rushed him later.
“Alright,” Fang Min thought, reluctant to just watch and wait. This girl was pretty good; he could have one first, then a second round with a more beautiful woman later—wouldn’t that be great? Just as Fang Min was about to let go, he suddenly remembered something and said, “Brother, this girl is as wild as a wild horse. If I don’t help you tame her, can you handle her?” “Hahaha!” Fang Jun laughed wildly, “What are you talking about? When have you ever seen a woman your brother can’t tame?” Hearing his brother say this, Fang Min let go. His naked body, as imposing as an iron tower, stood up from the bathtub, grabbed Xin Lian, and lifted her into the air. Xin Lian was a little over 1.6 meters tall and looked somewhat thin. In the hands of the 1.8-meter-tall Fang Min, she was like a child, being tossed around by him. As
soon as Fang Min let go, Ji Xiaoyun’s hands began to scratch wildly at Fang Jun’s face. Although Fang Jun had thick skin and rough flesh, his sharp nails still had some killing power. Fang Jun had to free one hand to hold her wrist, which made it difficult for him to control her twisting waist and hips, causing the water in the bathtub to splash even more violently. Consumed
by lust, Fang Jun didn't care about anything else. Relying on his brute strength, he used every ounce of his strength to thrust his penis towards her private parts. He thought that as long as he found the right path, even just a little bit inside, he would succeed. Each time his penis touched Ji Xiaoyun's labia, her scream immediately increased by 20 decibels. Fear gripped her mind like a demonic hand, her mind went almost blank, and she instinctively twisted and turned frantically with all her might.
After trying no less than twenty times, Fang Jun's penis still couldn't penetrate her body. Because half of her body was in the water, and her skin was very slippery, it wasn't easy to get a firm grip. Several times he thought he was in the right direction, but her twisting and turning would deflect it again. Anyone else, given his temper, would have already slapped and punched him. But for some reason, perhaps he was still shaken by the cold gaze he'd received in the car earlier; perhaps it was because Ji Xiaoyun was so beautiful that he couldn't bring himself to do it. Although he was already very impatient, he still didn't hit her.
Fang Min was making much faster progress than his older brother. He untied the ropes binding Xinlian's legs, held her, and cupped her firm, starfruit-like buttocks in his hands. His penis slowly pushed into her scarred secret place. Xinlian had just lost her virginity, so her vagina was naturally very tight. But with her hands tied behind her back and her buttocks tightly gripped, she couldn't move and could only watch helplessly as another man's dirty penis entered her body.
At this moment, Xinlian and Ji Xiaoyun had no time to care about each other anymore, only focusing on their own desperate struggles and resistance. Amidst the maniacal laughter, Fang Jun's penis was still hovering at the entrance of Ji Xiaoyun's vagina, while Fang Min had already inserted his entire penis into Xinlian's body.
"Big brother, still not done?" Fang Min, carrying Xinlian, walked to the bathtub and looked at his older brother, who was sweating profusely.
Fang Jun, taking it as a mockery, was enraged. "I refuse to believe I can't tame you!" he roared, grabbing Ji Xiaoyun's shoulders and lifting her up before slamming her heavily onto the square marble edge of the bathtub. Ji Xiaoyun was dazed and disoriented. Before she could react, everything went black as Fang Jun pounced on her, his massive body pressing down on her. Pinned down
, she had almost no room to move. Laughing wildly, Fang Jun grabbed Ji Xiaoyun's flailing hands, reached down to his crotch, grasped his penis, and thrust it into her tender flower.
Fang Jun felt his glans enter her body, his heart filled with unwavering confidence and a strong desire to conquer. He mustered all his strength and thrust forward with all his might. A scream rang out from Ji Xiaoyun, a heart-wrenching cry, followed by Fang Jun's own scream. He had used all his strength in that thrust, but it felt like hitting a wall; the excessive force nearly broke his penis.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Fang Min cried out, bewildered.
Fang Jun's throbbing penis slipped out of Ji Xiaoyun's body. He endured the pain, utterly confused, and reached for her private parts, tentatively inserting his middle finger. Only a small section went in before it blocked the opening. Without a word, Fang Jun picked up Ji Xiaoyun and walked out of the bathroom.
"What happened?" Fang Min followed closely behind.
Fang Jun threw Ji Xiaoyun onto the bed and said, "Come here, help me hold her down, I need to take a look." Fang Min was increasingly confused, "Look at what?" However, he still obeyed, putting Xinlian down and going over to hold down Ji Xiaoyun's hands and upper body.
Fang Jun grabbed Ji Xiaoyun's kicking legs, pressing her left leg down with his body and lifting her right leg high. "Hold on," he told Fang Min to hold the raised leg.
Fang Jun stared at the hairless, snow-white genitals, lowered his head, and used two fingers to pinch the tender pink labia, parting both openings. He leaned in, almost touching the vulva. He continued to use his fingers to part the slightly open secret, examining it carefully for a long time before raising his head, his eyes full of disappointment.
"What's wrong, brother? Say something!" Fang Min said anxiously from the side.
"She's a virgin..." Fang Jun sighed. A virgin is a woman born without a vagina or with a closed vagina, requiring surgery to have normal sexual intercourse.
Upon hearing this, Fang Min and Ji Xiaoyun were equally astonished. Fang Min also examined her carefully and, sure enough, less than a centimeter inside the vagina, pink flesh blocked the entrance—she was indeed a woman without vaginal walls.
"How could I be a woman without vaginal walls?" Ji Xiaoyun was also confused. Although she was still a virgin, she understood her own anatomy. She didn't know that this was also due to the mysterious power within her body. During her mental battle with Mr. Meng, in the illusion, she had sealed her vagina just before being raped, and the same thing had happened in reality. The mysterious power within Ji Xiaoyun's body had begun to slowly awaken.
"Damn it, what a disappointment," Fang Min said.
"Can't we play with women without vaginal walls?" Fang Jun said with a sinister smile. **********
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“What does Wei Ge want you to do? Just agree to it and everything will be fine,” Quan said while putting on his clothes. “Go and find Liu Liwei. I have something to say to him.” Yan Lanyin found some napkins and wiped away the milky white semen that had leaked from her genitals. Fortunately, she had been taking birth control pills ever since Ding Fei raped her; otherwise, she would have had problems long ago. “I don’t know where he went. Doesn’t Wei Ge have a phone? You can call him.” With that, Quan left. It was already past three o’clock. She wanted to call her husband, but Liu Liwei had taken her phone along with her clothes. She thought for a moment and used the phone on the table to call Liu Liwei. “Give me back my clothes.” “You agreed to that?” “That’s impossible!” “Then you can stay here and think it over.” Liu Liwei hung up the phone. Yan Lanyin looked around. There was nothing in the room to cover herself with, and even if there were sheets or towels, she couldn’t get out. She walked to the window, peeked through a crack, and saw a large office outside filled with people. Despairingly, she slumped to the floor. Although the building had central air conditioning, it was still very cold to be naked. It had been alright while she was moving, but now that she was still, it was especially cold. Yan Lanyin curled up, gazing out the window as the sun slowly set in the west. She hesitated, wondering if she should call her husband to tell him she might not be able to make it that evening. Zhou Weizheng had called Yan Lanyin's cell phone that afternoon, but the call hadn't gone through. Even though he couldn't reach her, he still drove to their meeting place after work. On the way, he received a call from Yan Lanyin. "Honey, I can't come today." "What—" "I have an important mission today." "Where are you?" "I'm at the police station." "Then I'll come." "No, I have to leave right away." "Ah—you?" Before Zhou Weizheng could say anything more, Yan Lanyin had already hung up. "Damn it!" Zhou Weizheng angrily threw the phone onto the other seat, turned the steering wheel, and pulled the car over to the side of the road. Among numerous suitors, he was fortunate to win Yan Lanyin's favor and resolved to love her dearly. After marriage, although his wife was beautiful and sexy, their sex life was disharmonious. Yan Lanyin was always cold and aloof, preventing him from experiencing true pleasure. Everyone's desires are insatiable, and Zhou Weizheng was no exception. His wife, though beautiful, lacked understanding of romance. Many times, he was intensely aroused, but Yan Lanyin always found excuses to refuse. Even when they forced themselves to have sex, it ended hastily and unsatisfyingly. Finally, one day, he had an affair with his office secretary. Although Yan Lanyin was superior to him in every way, he was incredibly excited that time. When the petite secretary screamed beneath him, a tremendous sense of conquest made him exceptionally fierce, displaying his masculine strength. Although the secretary was extremely seductive, Zhou Weizheng stopped himself after a few times. He felt he had wronged his wife, and during that time, because of his guilt, he treated her exceptionally well. But over the past month, he had a bad feeling. Yan Lanyin was definitely hiding something from him. Why did she have bruises on her body? Why was her pubic hair shaved? Why was she often away from home? Why was sex less cold and more varied now? In the end, Zhou Weizheng concluded that Yan Lanyin was having an affair. Just thinking about it, about his wife being held in someone else's arms and pressed down on him, made Zhou Weizheng feel a tightness in his chest and he couldn't breathe. At that moment, the phone rang again. He saw it was Li Quan, the president of Zhentian Company, calling, and he felt a surge of heat. Zhou Weizheng and Li Quan were only casual acquaintances. About half a month ago, Li Quan hosted a dinner party for a group of government officials, and Zhou Weizheng went too. After dinner, Li Quan invited several people to the Silver Moon Tower to watch a fashion show, and Zhou Weizheng went as well. The performance was exhilarating; the beauties on stage were all stunningly beautiful, with curvaceous and alluring figures. Initially, the performance was fairly professional, but gradually, the women on the T-shaped dance floor became increasingly scantily clad and provocatively seductive. Before the performance even ended, Zhou Wei, still somewhat dazed, was led upstairs to a luxurious room. Two naked, gorgeous women sat and lay on the bed. At this point, Zhou Wei's thoughts were no longer in control of his actions. On the bed, which resembled a presidential suite in a five-star hotel, he indulged his desires, the two women moaning and responding with fervor. This intense pleasure made him forget all about Yan Lanyin. Afterwards, although a trace of guilt lingered, he now suspected his wife of infidelity, so this remorse didn't last long. That night was incredibly exciting; he considered contacting Li Quan several times, but ultimately restrained himself—after all, it would be beneath him. Now that Li Quan had called, Zhou Weizheng believed he could resist the temptation if he were with Yan Lanyin. However, his wife's broken promise had left him extremely disappointed, so when he picked up the phone and heard Li Quan's invitation, he accepted without hesitation. Zhou Weizheng went to the Silver Moon Pavilion again. This night, he wouldn't be disappointed; Li Quan had arranged an even more exciting program for him. In this bizarre and intoxicating world of lust, Zhou Weizheng began to indulge and lose himself. He was controlled by desire, step by step heading towards the abyss. While Zhou Weizheng began his sexual games, Yan Lanyin was still in Liu Liwei's office. After work, the building's air conditioning had been turned off, and the room temperature was below 10 degrees Celsius. Curled up in the corner, Yan Lanyin couldn't bear it any longer and stood up, slowly running around the room. There were still security guards on duty in the building. If she made a phone call or shouted, someone would come to rescue her. But how could she explain to them that she was naked in Liu Liwei's office? Just then, the phone rang. Shivering, she picked it up. It was indeed Liu Liwei calling. She wanted to yell, but the cold made her speech incoherent. Liu Liwei told her he'd be back in half an hour and to wait. He knew the weather; if Yan Lanyin were locked in the office all night, she might be a frozen corpse by tomorrow. At this point, Li Quan, Liu Rihui, and even he himself didn't want Yan Lanyin to die. Regardless, hearing that Liu Liwei would be there soon filled Yan Lanyin with excitement. The cold was unbearable. With a sigh of relief, she could no longer run and slumped weakly into Liu Liwei's office chair, gazing out the window. As dusk settled, Hong Kong at night was most enchanting, the Pearl of the Orient shimmering with captivating beauty. But to Yan Lanyin, all she saw was darkness. She thought, perhaps death was the only escape!

Three days later, Fu Shaomin was discharged from the hospital and went to Kunming No. 11 Hospital. The doctor told her that Yuan Qiang's condition was extremely unstable; he suffered from intermittent mania and exhibited violent tendencies during episodes. After being admitted, he injured three medical staff members and was classified as a Level A dangerous patient, placed in the intensive care unit.
"I want to see him," Fu Shaomin pleaded.
The doctor initially refused, but after her repeated pleas, finally agreed to let her see Yuan Qiang once.
Through the wire mesh window, Fu Shaomin saw Yuan Qiang; he looked haggard and sat in a white chair in the center of the empty ward. Fu Shaomin tapped on the window, and Yuan Qiang's vacant gaze met hers. Suddenly, he roared and rolled around on the floor, clutching his head.
"I told you it wouldn't work," the accompanying doctor hurriedly called for medical staff. A patient like Yuan Qiang, who knew some martial arts, would require three to five men to subdue.
Yuan Qiang's howls were like those of a wild beast. He slammed his body against the wall, the muffled thuds like hammer blows to Fu Shaomin's heart. "Yuan Qiang, please don't do this, I beg you," she murmured, tears welling in her eyes.
"Officer Fu, please don't cause trouble here." The doctor rushed in with a group of people, and before entering the room, he ushered Fu Shaomin out of the intensive care unit.
Yuan Qiang's roars still echoed in her ears. Fu Shaomin left the hospital in a daze. At this moment, she was overwhelmed with sadness and loss. Her father was dead, her boyfriend was insane, and she had been raped. In this vast world, where was her safe haven? She wandered aimlessly. Before she knew it, the city lights were coming on. She was tired, hungry, and thirsty, but she didn't want to go home. She knew she would be sleepless all night alone in her cold house.
It was as if a fire was burning in her heart, an intense heat and palpitations that she couldn't shake. Fu Shaomin was aware of the changes in her body, but she didn't understand why. She felt ashamed. In the stillness of the night, waves of heat surged within her like an undercurrent. She gritted her teeth, gripping the sheets tightly, refusing to touch herself. Her private parts were still overflowing with moisture, and the forceful rubbing of her legs only intensified the gnawing, itchy sensation. She had managed to refrain from masturbation for the past three days, but her sexual urges grew stronger each day.
The "Spring Cat," a secret concoction by the "Master of Heart Demons," was incredibly effective, especially during the first month of use, when its effects would continuously intensify before gradually fading.
Fu Shaomin entered a disco. She was still somewhat dazed when she went in, unsure of what to do. But when she heard the deafening, high-energy music and watched the men and women dancing on the dance floor, she suddenly felt a strange excitement. She joined the crowd and started dancing to the music.
Kunming is known as the "Spring City," and although it's nearing winter, it's not too cold. Moreover, the bustling disco is filled with warmth. After dancing for a while, Fu Shaomin's forehead was covered in sweat. She found an empty seat near the dance floor, took off her coat and scarf, and returned to the dance floor to dance again.
Her movements were initially stiff and restrained, but gradually, she danced more and more relaxed to the rhythm of the music. There are no set rules for dancing; you can dance however you want as long as you follow the beat.
Compared to the trendy, fashionable, and revealing girls on the dance floor, Fu Shaomin's attire was quite ordinary—a white V-neck wool sweater and light blue jeans. Yet, she still stood out in the crowd. Men were first attracted by her tall and slender figure, and when their eyes fell on her face, only the word "stunning" could describe them.

Section 8, Deceit and Treachery (Nine)
"How do you play with a stone woman? Oh right, you can give her oral sex, but you have to be careful, brother, be careful she doesn't bite your penis off.
" Fang Min laughed. Generally, rapists rarely give oral sex. If a woman goes crazy and bites off your penis, it won't be fun.
"You're fucking stupid. What's the point of oral sex? Do you know what 'anal bloom' means? If you can't do it in the front, can't you do it in the back?" Fang Jun cursed.
Fang Min pretended to suddenly realize something. "I forgot about that." He laughed stupidly.
"Come on, let's look at the beauty's butt first." Ji Xiaoyun's body was turned over, and Fang Jun's buttocks pressed heavily on her round calves. Then he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her buttocks close to his face.
Ji Xiaoyun's buttocks were snow-white, very round and firm, absolutely perfect. Fang Jun stretched his legs forward, his knees slightly bent, pressing against her soft lower abdomen, keeping her buttocks high in the air. He then freed his hands, one pressing firmly against her back, the other slipping between her thighs, whiter than steamed buns and shaped like cleavage
. He forcefully spread them apart, revealing a tiny opening, no bigger than a little finger, at the bottom of the concave crevice. The opening was a pale pink, surrounded by extremely fine folds, its shape remarkably like a pink daisy.
Fang Jun had been to a young girl's anus before, but almost all women's anuses were varying shades of brown, some even black; he had never seen such a light pink one.
At this moment, he was exceptionally excited. In his eyes, that little daisy was so beautiful, so alluring. He couldn't help but lower his head, burying his face between her thighs, his thick tongue licking the slightly blooming chrysanthemum. This was the first time in his life he had ever licked that area with his mouth. Although he had engaged in anal sex before, he always felt that area was dirty and had never thought of licking it with his mouth. But when facing Ji Xiaoyun, who was so beautiful that she seemed untouched by worldly affairs and had an otherworldly beauty, every part of her body and every organ felt sacred to Fang Jun and were full of endless and powerful temptation.
His hot breath sprayed between her thighs, and something slippery like a snake wriggled around her anus. Ji Xiaoyun screamed in fear. The proud and arrogant girl never thought that one day she would be naked in the arms of a lowly man she had never taken seriously, and even more humiliatingly, her buttocks were spread open and her anus was wantonly played with.
Any rape inflicts immeasurable harm on a woman's body and mind. Ji Xiaoyun, though a Phoenix Warrior, was no exception. If her rapist had been a powerful figure like Mr. Rumeng, she might have accepted her fate. But falling into the hands of Fang Jun and Fang Min, two men she had spared with a single thought, she could only resent the injustice of fate and regret not killing them with a single blow.
Fang Jun lightly brushed his tongue against her anus. The moment he touched it, the anus, like a young girl's tightly pursed lips, suddenly contracted inward, almost completely closing, leaving no gap. No matter how hard his tongue tried to stir, it couldn't penetrate even a little. After a long while, Fang Jun raised his head; the still pink anus was now covered in his saliva.
He began to ponder how to enter that secret passage that couldn't even accommodate a finger. Fang Jun extended his index finger and gently stroked the center of the anus. With just a light touch, the anus suddenly closed like a mimosa, retracting inward. This tiny chrysanthemum seemed to come alive, its opening and closing revealing an unparalleled beauty in Fang Jun's eyes.
He teased the chrysanthemum, and Ji Xiaoyun, unable to resist, repeatedly tightened her anus to defend against his invasion. She had no other way to fight off the impending ordeal.
After some probing, Fang Jun's index finger remained firmly pressed against the center of her anus, never leaving. Ji Xiaoyun inhaled and contracted her anus, trying to keep the foreign object out. After a long while, Fang Jun didn't move. Ji Xiaoyun couldn't hold her breath any longer. Just as she relaxed and her anus slightly opened, Fang Jun's finger suddenly thrust in, the round tip plunging inside.
Ji Xiaoyun screamed in terror like a frightened deer, twisting her snow-white buttocks, her struggle much stronger, but the fingertip remained stubbornly inside. She tried to squeeze the finger out with all her might, but to no avail.
"So tight!" Fang Jun's finger had barely penetrated a centimeter when it felt like it was being tightly bitten. The pink anus opened and closed rapidly, the vaginal muscles pressing down on his finger, forcing him to push forward with all his might. Waves of burning pleasure surged through his fingertip, intoxicating him. He couldn't wait to discover the greater secrets within that anus.
The anus opened and closed a dozen times before finally exhausting itself. Fang Jun then increased his strength, pushing his finger in a few more millimeters.
The intense stimulation brought the chrysanthemum back to life, writhing and opening and closing in the same way, but it couldn't stop the finger from penetrating deeper. In a tug-of-war-like struggle, amidst Ji Xiaoyun's increasingly painful screams, Fang Jun's index finger was nearly halfway in. Going any deeper was even more difficult. Fang Jun, however, had some experience and wasn't in a hurry to force it in. Instead, he gently teased the vaginal walls on either side of the anus with his fingertip, enjoying the pleasure within.
Xinlian lay beside Fang Jun's thighs, seeing everything clearly. Ignoring the fact that she was being raped by Fang Min, she screamed "Let go!" but Fang Jun had no time to pay attention to her.
"Brother, you've been doing this for so long, why aren't you finishing? What are you waiting for?" Fang Min, watching from the side, was also getting impatient.
"What do you know? This little girl's anus hasn't been deflowered yet. You try it, see if you can get it in?" Fang Jun was far more knowledgeable about anal sex than his brother.
“You can’t get it in if there’s a hole, just force it. You’re taking it so slowly, it’s like she’s your wife, it’s boring!” Fang Min said dismissively.
Fang Jun thought, this stalemate isn’t going to work, this girl’s anus won’t loosen up anytime soon if it’s not deflowered, might as well try something first. “Are you done?” Fang Jun asked.
“Not yet,” Fang Min’s penis was pressing against Xin Lian’s petite body, making it stick out in mid-air. “What are you doing?” “After you’re done, help me hold her.” Fang Jun needed help.
“Then I’ll help you first, there’s plenty of time, we can do it later!” Fang Min pulled his penis out of Xin Lian’s body.
“Okay,” Fang Jun dragged over a quilt and two pillows, placing them under Ji Xiaoyun’s lower abdomen, her buttocks raised high. “Press her back, don’t let her move,” Fang Jun said.
“Got it,” Fang Min’s iron-like hands gripped Ji Xiaoyun’s waist tightly, fixing her body in place. Fang Jun knelt behind her, his enormous penis, like a cannonball, aimed between her thighs. He parted her buttocks, his penis pressing against the entrance of her anus. Xinlian, bound hand and foot, could see clearly that the outline of the dark red glans was many times larger than her small anus. Xinlian was certain that the enormous penis could not possibly enter such a small opening. With
the penis pressed against the entrance, Ji Xiaoyun felt her final calamity approaching. She screamed madly, her hands flailing wildly, but Fang Jun's large hands gripped her slender waist, preventing her from moving an inch.
Fang Jun gripped the two extremely elastic buttocks and thrust with all his might, but the glans felt like it had hit a soft wall, unable to advance even a fraction.
"No, this won't do!" Xinlian cried out. If such a huge thing were forced in, her sister would surely be killed.
Fang Jun thrust again with all his might, but the penis remained hovering at the entrance, sweat beading on his forehead. Fang Min, watching from the side, was also deeply shocked. The tiny anus was incredibly narrow; he now realized that it wasn't so easy to enter that place.
"Hold on tight, don't let go," Fang Jun reminded his brother, noticing his distraction. He spat on his hand, smeared it around the anus, then gripped the tip of the penis with one hand, and with all his might, pushed the glans towards the anus.
Just like when he had inserted his fingers earlier, although Ji Xiaoyun couldn't move, she would inhale and contract her anus whenever the penis touched it. With each contraction, the anus was almost completely closed, but this couldn't last long.
Fang Jun gripped the penis, forcibly pressing it into the center of the anus, waiting for Ji Xiaoyun to relax.
For a moment, the room fell silent. Ji Xiaoyun couldn't shout; if she did, her anus would slightly open as she released her breath. But a person can't stop breathing. Her face flushed red, and she finally couldn't help but gasp for air. Taking advantage of this moment, Fang Jun used his waist strength to thrust his body forward, and his beautiful anus was stretched open like a magnificent bloom, with about a quarter of the tip of his penis disappearing into the opening.
"Ah—" Like a scorching blade piercing between her thighs, the intense swelling pain made Ji Xiaoyun scream.
"That's enough!" Fang Min shouted excitedly when he saw his older brother's penis enter her anus.
Fang Min didn't say a word, still gripping his penis tightly. The anus contracted strongly, as if an invisible hand was pushing his penis outwards. Under the pressure of the anus, the already inserted glans was squeezed thinner.
Although the mysterious power in Ji Xiaoyun's body hadn't revived, nor had it restored even half of her strength, it had stimulated her potential. At this moment, her struggle was much stronger than before.
The long stalemate continued. Ji Xiaoyun couldn't push the small portion of the glans out, and Fang Jun couldn't penetrate any further.
"Brother, can't it go in?" Fang Min asked.
"It's too tight!" Fang Jun said helplessly.
Suddenly, Fang Min had a brilliant idea. He freed one hand, grabbed Ji Xiaoyun's breast, and twisted it violently, causing her to scream in pain. This distraction weakened her defenses, and Fang Jun seized the opportunity to exert all his strength, successfully advancing a little further. Half of the glans was inside her anus. He was secretly pleased; once the head was in, the rest would be easier.
"Don't go in any further! It'll break!" Xinlian cried out anxiously. She saw that the area around her light pink anus was stretched to the thinness of paper, almost transparent. She was certain that with just a little more force, it would tear immediately.
"What are you yelling about? It'll break if it breaks!" Fang Min turned around and scolded.
At this point, Fang Jun disregarded whether her anus would actually tear and relentlessly pushed in with brute force. Ji Xiaoyun was in excruciating pain, breaking out in a cold sweat. She arched her back, her hands flailing wildly in the air, appearing almost frantic.
"Ah!" A sharp pain shot through Fang Jun's thigh. Xinlian had bitten him, and he slapped her away. Because he was distracted, his penis was forced out.
"You motherfucker, you dare bite me!" Fang Jun was furious. He punched Xinlian twice, knocking her off the bed and knocking her unconscious.
"Big brother, let's continue," Fang Min said. "
Wait a minute, let's go somewhere else," Fang Jun said, glancing around the room and pointing to the huge mahogany table.
The two brothers lifted Ji Xiaoyun off the bed and made her stand upright at the table with her back to the outside. Fang Min found ropes and tied Ji Xiaoyun's legs to the left and right legs of the table. The table was just the right height for Ji Xiaoyun's waist. She was forced down, her upper body pressed against the tabletop, her buttocks sticking out high.
"Brother, spank her ass hard, I'm going to get something." Fang Jun vaguely remembered hearing somewhere that spanking a woman's ass could loosen her anus. He didn't care whether this method was correct or not, he'd give it a try anyway.
"Okay." Fang Jun's large, fan-like hands slapped her snow-white buttocks hard. Ji Xiaoyun's screams and crisp "smack" sounds echoed in the room. When Fang Jun returned, Ji Xiaoyun had been spanked more than ten times, her fair buttocks turning bright red.
Fang Jun held a bottle of olive oil. He poured some on his penis and a little on her anus. His shiny, oily penis thrust again.
Because of the lubrication, the glans entered her anus more easily than before. Ji Xiaoyun desperately inhaled and contracted, but she couldn't stop the penis from thrusting in. This wasn't just because of the lubricant; it was also because of their current position. Ji Xiaoyun's legs were spread wider, her buttocks higher, and Fang Jun was standing, allowing him to exert even more force.
Even so, it took Fang Jun several minutes to insert the entire head of his penis. He was relatively careful, not wanting to overdo it and tear the beauty's anus—that could potentially lead to death. It would be such a pity for such a rare and stunning beauty to die.
After the entire head of his penis was inside, Fang Jun felt a wave of heat surge through his body. It felt amazing! The anus, tightly gripping his penis, contracted and opened repeatedly, vibrating intensely like an electric vibrator. This was the first time he had experienced this in dozens of anal sex encounters. This woman was incredible; not only was she beautiful, but her sexual organs were also so powerful. Immersed in extreme pleasure, Fang Jun no longer understood whether the anus could even be considered a woman's sexual organ.
Fang Jun was exhausted. On one hand, he was trying to push his penis deeper, and on the other hand, he had to suppress his burgeoning desire. His face and body were covered in sweat, and he looked as if he had been coated with olive oil, shiny and oily.
Ji Xiaoyun struggled in vain. Her jade-like body was also covered in sweat. Her skin was already smoother than silk, and with the sweat, it was even more slippery than a swimming fish. Several times, Fang Jun couldn't hold her down. Fortunately, her legs were firmly bound, and her lower body couldn't move at all, so she couldn't stop his penis from penetrating.
Fang Jun thought that after inserting the head of his penis, it would be much easier, but that wasn't the case. The deeper he pushed, the greater the pressure and thrust became. He thrust a few times, but didn't get in much. But his volcano of desire erupted uncontrollably in an instant, and thick semen sprayed into her stretched anus.
After reaching orgasm, Fang Jun was still willing, but his penis began to shrink uncooperatively. Because of the weakened hardness, his penis slowly pushed out of Ji Xiaoyun's anus.
"Big brother, it's my turn, isn't it?" Fang Min had been rubbing his hands together, eager to try.
Although he had ejaculated in her anus, only the head had gone in, so it wasn't quite a complete deflowering. But Fang Jun was too embarrassed to keep Ji Xiaoyun to himself. Seeing Fang Min's impatient lust, he could only helplessly say, "You go first." Fang Jun picked up a napkin from the table, wiped away the milky white semen that had overflowed from her anus, and then, with a broad stroke, he pressed his massive penis against the entrance.
"Let's put some oil on it," Fang Jun said from the side.
"No need," Fang Min said, roughly spreading her legs apart and forcibly thrusting his penis, which was no less impressive than his brother's. Amid Ji Xiaoyun's screams, he gasped and exclaimed, "Big brother, it's fucking tight!" Fang Jun shook his head, sat down on a bench, and panted heavily.
Unlike his brother, Fang Min didn't know any technique; he relied solely on brute force. After struggling for a while, he finally managed to force his glans between her thighs, but he couldn't penetrate any further. "Damn it, I don't believe I can't get it in!" Fang Min thrashed about like an ox.
Suddenly, as Ji Xiaoyun was writhing violently, her scream rose eight octaves as if she'd been shot. Fang Jun, who was resting nearby, sensed something was wrong and jumped up from his chair, rushing to the table. Sure enough, he saw that his brother's brute force had torn a gash along the upper edge of her anus, and bright red blood stained the crevice between her thighs.
"You're going to kill her like this!" Fang Jun stamped his feet in frustration.
"Let me thrust a couple more times, soon, soon!" Fang Min was nearing his climax and couldn't stop his thrusting.
"Don't go any further, hurry up!" Fang Jun watched as the tear widened, the blood flowing more and more, already trickling down her thighs.
"Okay, okay, don't rush me, it'll be done soon." Fang Jun thrust forward, his penis penetrating nearly a centimeter deeper. Under the powerful contractions of her anus, he finally couldn't hold back, and his semen gushed out, shooting even deeper into Ji Xiaoyun's body than his brother had just done.
Fang Jun hurriedly ran to the inner room and grabbed Yunnan Baiyao (a traditional Chinese medicine). Just then, Fang Min pulled his penis out, and bright red blood mixed with milky white semen dripped down, a gruesome sight.
"Get some water, and some alcohol," Fang Jun said, still calm, knowing he should clean the wound before applying medicine.
"Okay, okay," Fang Min replied, and soon brought water and a large bottle of alcohol.
The water could only wash away the filth outside the anus; with each contraction, semen continued to be squeezed out. Fang Jun saw a tear about half a centimeter long above the anus. He took the bottle and poured half a bottle of alcohol into her buttocks.
As soon as the alcohol touched the wound, Ji Xiaoyun screamed and trembled as if electrocuted. Beside her, the solid mahogany table was marked with nail marks. Fang Jun kept pouring alcohol onto the wound until the semen from her anus stopped flowing, then he poured Yunnan Baiyao powder onto the wound. The medicine was indeed very effective; the yellow powder stuck to the wound, and the bleeding stopped after a few moments.
"Look what you've done! So impatient! If you kill her, none of us will have any fun," Fang Jun scolded his reckless brother.
Fang Jun bowed and said with a forced smile, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I'll listen to you from now on." Ji Xiaoyun slumped softly on the mahogany table, a strand of wet hair falling down, obscuring half of her pretty face. At this moment, she looked so helpless, so fragile. The bright mahogany highlighted her snow-white skin, and her bare back and protruding shoulder bones twitched slightly. Her flawless body trembled slightly. In the past day and night, she had suffered more pain than in her entire life, but what made her despair was that this was only the beginning. She knew that even greater pain and calamity awaited her.
For a moment, the room fell silent, with only the heavy breathing of everyone. The ordeal had exhausted everyone. After a long while, Fang Min jumped up, shouting, "I'm hungry! Let's get something to eat first, so I have the energy to continue with the women!" Fang Jun looked at his brother and shook his head helplessly. Ji Xiaoyun was filled with boundless sorrow. For a woman, the grief of no longer owning her own body was more painful than death! ...
...
North Korea.
Following the enlarged meeting of the Standing Committee, Kim Jung-rip convened a meeting of the Military Commission. He completely rejected Cha Hae-taek's defensive counter-offensive strategy of "luring the enemy deep into our territory and defeating them piecemeal." He passionately proposed keeping the enemy out of the country, ordering the 600,000 troops of the 1st to 6th Armies to be concentrated along the 38th Parallel, with the 7th Army on the move, leaving only Park Hyon-kook's 8th Army to guard the rear.
Park Hyon-kook grew increasingly worried. Although South Korea was slightly outnumbered by North Korea, its equipment was far superior, and its air superiority was also stronger. Engaging in a head-on, decisive battle would be extremely risky.
"Once war breaks out, my First and Sixth Army Groups will advance directly into Seoul from both flanks. Once Seoul is captured, the enemy will collapse in a short time, and we will fulfill Chairman Mao's grand vision and unify Korea!" Kim Dingli waved his hands, full of confidence.
Che Kaize frowned. Kim Dingli's battle plan seemed good, but the battlefield is ever-changing, and such an idealistic battle plan often marks the beginning of disaster. He wanted to object several times, but ultimately held back. If he were to take the lead in opposing now, it would inevitably create a rift with Kim Dingli, causing internal chaos, making the war even more impossible. At this point, he could only take it one step at a time.
War was about to break out; which side would the scales of victory tip in?
"Black Sun" was a secret armed force directly under the National Security Bureau. In the early morning, An Bingquan, the captain of the second team of Black Sun, received a call from the director of the National Security Bureau, saying that Vice Chairman Kim Yong-sung had specifically requested that Choi Myung-jin and Choi Young-jin come to his residence that evening.
When An Bingquan told the two of them this news, the twin sisters' faces changed.
“We’re not going,” Cui Yingzhen said resolutely.
“No way,” An Bingquan’s face darkened. “This is an order from above. Soldiers are duty-bound to obey orders. We must go.” “Captain An,” Cui Yingzhen shouted, “Do you know what Kim Yong-seong wants us to do? He wants us sisters to sleep with him. You’re right, soldiers should obey. If it’s for the country, my sister and I wouldn’t even flinch, but to sleep with him? We can’t do it!” An Bingquan remained silent. He knew Kim Yong-seong’s character. After a long while, he finally spoke: “We’ve organized a 12-man suicide squad to carry out Operation Wolf Hunt, assassinating South Korean political figures. We’re leaving at noon today. There’s only one spot left. Only one of you can go, and the other must go to Chairman Kim.” This was the best he could do. “You need to think it over carefully. This mission is extremely dangerous, and the chances of survival are very small.” “No need to think about it. I’m going to Kim Yong-seong’s.” Cui Yingzhen hugged her sister tightly, said “Take care,” and resolutely ran towards the door.
“Wait a minute,” An Bingquan called out as she stepped out the door.
"Any further instructions?" Choi Young-jin didn't turn around.
"The higher-ups said that once we reach Chairman Kim, we must unconditionally obey all of Chairman Kim's orders," An Byung-chwan said heavily.
"I know," Choi Young-jin said, then disappeared through the door.
Looking at the tearful Choi Myung-jin, An Byung-chwan felt a tightness in his chest. He waved his hand and said, "Go and get ready, we're about to depart." Beside the camp was a small hill. Choi Myung-jin ran to the top in one breath, her heart filled with extreme frustration. She couldn't help but open her arms and shout to the sky. Back then, to save Kim So-hee, she had offered herself to the enemy, surrendering to their camp and suffering brutal rape and torture, but she had no regrets. This was the sacrifice a soldier must make for his ideals. But today, as a soldier, she couldn't fight on the front lines, couldn't sacrifice herself for her country, yet she obeyed such absurd orders—it was utterly ridiculous. With the nation's safety hanging by a thread, politicians like Kim Young-seong were still indulging in wine and women, using power to satisfy their own desires. This only fueled Choi Myung-jin's burning anxiety about the Korean War.
Suddenly, someone reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. Choi Myung-jin jumped, almost instinctively twisting the hand, sweeping her right leg, and twisting her body to knock the person behind her to the ground.
"Ouch!" The man suddenly tripped and fell hard, crying out in pain. Cui Yingzhen opened her eyes wide and was shocked to see that it was Han Chao'an. "It's you! Weren't you in the hospital?" Han Chao'an had been seriously injured by Bai Hu Yin Xiao and later rescued by Xie Hanyan. After returning to Korea, he was hospitalized to recover. Although his injuries were severe, he was young and strong, and his condition had improved slightly in the past few days. Hearing that a great battle was imminent, he couldn't stay in the hospital and ran back to the Black Sun Camp. As soon as he entered the camp, he saw Cui Yingzhen rushing up the hill, so he followed her.
Han Chao'an got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and thumped his chest, saying, "I'm all better now. What are you doing in the hospital?" "I'm so sorry about earlier. I didn't know it was you." Cui Yingzhen's cheeks flushed slightly, adding a touch of girlish shyness to her heroic demeanor. She harbored very special feelings for Han Chao'an. She didn't know when it started, but she had fallen in love with him. On the eve of her defection to the enemy camp, she willingly offered him her most precious virginity. If she hadn't done so, the brutality she suffered would have been far more painful. Back in Korea, she was deeply conflicted. She hoped Han Chao'an would reciprocate her feelings, but she was a strong-willed person and wouldn't force her love upon him. There was another reason: she had been raped by the Black Dragon Society and on the "Seoul" ship; her body no longer belonged solely to him, and she felt unworthy of him. Choi Young-jin had always kept her love buried deep in her heart, never revealing it.
"You seem unhappy?" Han Chao'an had witnessed her hoarse cries against the cold wind and knew something must be troubling her. Han Chao'an was a smart man; although Choi Young-jin hadn't said anything, he was well aware of her feelings. He and Cui Yingzhen grew up together, trained together, and fought together. He considered Cui Yingzhen family, or more accurately, a brother-sister relationship. That day, Cui Yingzhen offered herself to him, and he couldn't refuse. Of course, he wouldn't despise her because she had been raped by the enemy. He had also carefully considered whether he should be with her.
If no other woman had appeared, they might have truly fallen in love, but love is the most elusive thing in the world. When Han Chaoan first saw Lin Lan, the tremor in his heart told him that he had fallen in love with this woman. Because of Lin Lan, Han Chaoan had always avoided Cui Yingzhen, and this feeling was unbearable.
"It's nothing," Cui Yingzhen smiled. She couldn't tell Han Chaoan about this; what if he acted impulsively and caused trouble? Moreover, if she didn't go to Jin Yongsheng's place today, not only herself, but also Captain An Bingquan and even the entire organization would be implicated. At this critical juncture, she didn't want any unforeseen complications to affect the fate of others or the country, not even the slightest one.
"Really nothing?" Han Chaoan was somewhat skeptical.
"Really, it's nothing. I'm just a little unhappy because I wasn't selected for Operation Wolf Hunt," Cui Yingzhen made up an excuse, forgetting in her panic that she shouldn't have casually mentioned such a secret operation.
"Haha, you're really silly. War is about to break out, why worry about not having a chance to kill the enemy and earn merit?" Han Chao'an was relieved, his heart finally at ease. After
Han Chao'an said this, everyone suddenly fell silent. Although both of them had a thousand words to say, they didn't know where to begin.
"I just got back, first..." "You just got back, you should..." After a long silence, they both spoke at the same time, then stopped, exchanging an awkward smile.
"You go first," Han Chao'an said, afraid of falling into silence again.
"You just got back, you should report to Captain An first," Cui Yingzhen said softly.
"Haha, you and I were thinking the same thing! I was just about to say I'd report to Captain An first," Han Chao'an chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. He added, "We grew up together, we're totally on the same wavelength." As he said this, he saw Cui Yingzhen's face flush red. He realized the metaphor was inappropriate, but the words were already out.
Just as he was feeling a little flustered, Cui Yingzhen smiled understandingly and said, "Then go ahead." "I'm off," Han Chao'an replied, his face also reddening. Without further hesitation, he turned and left.
Watching Han Chao'an's handsome, upright figure, Cui Yingzhen felt a deep melancholy. The person she loved seemed so close, yet so far away. The thought of being in the arms of another man she utterly loathed and found ugly that night made her feel as if she were immersed in ice water. ...
As the city lights began to twinkle, Cui Yingzhen arrived at Jin Yongsheng's mansion. She was still wearing her lieutenant's uniform. In the car, she refused Kim Young-sung's secretary's request to change clothes; she was a soldier, and she didn't want to take off this symbol of honor.
When Choi Young-jin pushed open the bedroom door, Kim Young-sung was pacing back and forth irritably. The head of the security bureau had reported to him earlier that Choi Myung-jin, one of the two sisters, had departed for South Korea at noon to carry out a secret operation. This greatly displeased him, and he had vented his anger on the phone, berating the bureau chief. He had reviewed the sisters' records and knew that although the elder sister, Choi Myung-jin, had narrowly escaped rape on the "Seoul," she was still a virgin, while the younger sister, Choi Young-jin, had been raped by multiple men on the "Seoul" during the rescue of Kim So-hee. Most men have a fondness for virgins, so he was more interested in Choi Myung-jin than Choi Young-jin.
Choi Jin entered, and Kim Yong-sung's eyes lit up. The two sisters looked remarkably alike, but upon closer inspection, their temperaments differed. The elder sister, Choi Myung-jin, was more demure, possessing a gentle and refined beauty; while Choi Young-jin was stronger and more resolute, like a plum blossom in the snow, exuding an unyielding pride. She was dressed in military uniform, yet it couldn't conceal her curvaceous figure. Her gaze was cold, and she possessed an unyielding and inviolable righteousness. Her thin lips were tightly pressed together, and her expression carried a hint of sorrow.
Kim Yong-sung was no stranger to beautiful women. Although North Korea was a traditional country, officials of his rank were not without women. However, due to the Chairman's presence, he dared not commit rape or violence. But now it was different. He could use his power to obtain any woman he desired.
Their eyes met for a moment. Kim Yong-sung, unable to bear her righteous air, frowned and said, "You're here, why are you still wearing your uniform? Take it off and change into something else." Choi Young-jin looked directly into Kim Yong-sung's eyes and said, "Chairman Kim, I won't take it off, nor will I change into other clothes." "What!" Kim Yong-sung jumped up. "What did you say! I won't take it off!" "Yes," Choi Young-jin said, "I came here to complete the mission assigned to me by the organization. Although I find this mission incomprehensible, I will still complete it. With you, with you..." Choi Young-jin uttered the word "sleep" with great difficulty and continued, "Sleeping with you is something I don't want to do, so I won't take off my clothes or change them myself, but I won't resist any of your actions either." Kim Yong-sung stared at these words. A mere second lieutenant daring to contradict him like this ignited his anger. He suddenly took a step forward and slapped Choi Young-jin hard across the face. The slap was very crisp. Choi Young-jin didn't dodge, and several red marks appeared on her pale face.
"Who do you think you are! How dare you talk to me like that! Don't even mention you, your captain, and your captain's superiors, and their superiors' superiors, all of them are so respectful to me, bowing and scraping. What are you?!" With that, another heavy slap landed on Choi Young-jin's face, a trickle of bright red blood flowing from her tightly pressed lips.
"I am not anything, I am a member of the Korean People's Army," Choi Young-jin said, straightening her body as she glared at Kim Yong-sung.
"You, you—" Kim Yong-seong pointed at her nose, nearly driven mad with rage. "The Korean People's Army, hahaha!" He laughed maniacally. "I'll strip you of your uniform and see how you're any different from a prostitute!" With that, he grabbed her collar and ripped it open, the buttons scattering like pearls from a broken string. He wasn't just taking her off; he was tearing her uniform. Under his brute force, the grass-green uniform became shredded, like fluttering ribbons draped over her body. In the blink of an eye, Choi Young-jin's underwear was also torn to shreds, her crystal-clear breasts exposed before Kim Yong-seong.
"I'll teach you to be so stubborn!" Seeing those dazzlingly beautiful breasts, Kim Yong-seong suddenly found a target for his rage. He grabbed, kneaded, and squeezed those full, firm breasts, shouting incoherently.
Kim Young-sung was incredibly strong. Choi Young-jin stumbled back several steps, her back pressed against the metal armrest of the large bed in the center of the room. The cold iron bar dug painfully into her back. This physical pain was nothing compared to the torture she had suffered in Hong Kong. But Kim Young-sung was her compatriot, a high-ranking government official, yet he had torn apart her sacred military uniform and committed acts worse than beasts. This pain and anguish were indescribable.
Kim Young-sung observed her expression. No matter how he grabbed, pinched, or even twisted her pert nipples with all his might, Choi Young-jin remained silent, her expression barely changing. The calmer she was, the more annoyed Kim Young-sung became. It was like throwing a punch expecting his opponent to cry out in pain, only to find it like hitting cotton wool—his opponent had no reaction at all. This feeling of being unable to exert his strength fueled Kim Young-sung's rage.
Kim Young-sung freed one hand and reached for her slender waist, groping to unbuckle her belt. Her grass-green trousers slid down to her ankles. Like most Black Sun members, Choi Young-jin didn't wear thermal underwear even in winter, so after removing her trousers, she was left only in her underwear.
Without pausing, Kim Young-sung thrust his five fingers into her underwear. "I'll fuck you to death, see if you scream!" Kim Young-sung's middle finger slammed into her vagina, then he added his index finger. Although the two fingers together weren't thick, the sudden, unprepared insertion still caused her immense pain. The fingers digging into her dry, tight vagina further enraged Choi Young-jin.
But this tactic was ineffective. Seeing her still unresponsive, Kim Young-seong yelled, "You're a fucking blockhead!
" He lowered his head, grabbed Choi Young-jin's breast, and bit down hard. It was a real bite; his brownish-yellow teeth sank deep into the flesh. When he opened his mouth, her breast was like a blooming, bright red peach blossom, blood seeping from a row of teeth marks. The pain was much more intense than before. Choi Young-jin couldn't help but gasp, gripping the iron bars behind her back with both hands, a soft thud escaping her nostrils.
Kim Young-seong, not satisfied with the first bite, bit down hard again, his fingers inside her vagina pulling upwards with even greater force, forcing Choi Young-jin to stand on tiptoe.
Choi Young-jin endured it, watching him bite her snow-white breast, leaving it covered in blood, like a wolf. Anger gathered in her chest, and she struggled to suppress her rage. Kim Young-sung was nearing madness. He forced his ring finger into her vagina, almost tearing the vaginal walls apart. Then he withdrew two fingers, found the clitoris above her labia, and pinched the soft flesh with his nails. Finally, he bit down on her nipple. Just as it was about to be bitten off, Choi Young-jin couldn't bear it any longer. She pushed him away violently, causing Kim Young-sung to stumble and almost fall.
Kim Young-sung froze for three seconds, then pounced like an enraged lion. In that instant, Choi Young-jin calmed down and stopped resisting. She was forcibly dragged onto the large bed. Kim Young-sung took off his robe, his fat, fleshy body pressing tightly against her. He lifted her long, slender legs onto his shoulder with one hand, and with the other, he grabbed his erect penis and tried to shove it into her body.
Choi Young-jin was pressed down, barely able to breathe. The tearing pain as the penis forcefully penetrated her brought back memories of being raped in Hong Kong and on the "Seoul" ship. The first two times she couldn't resist, but today, she could struggle, she could easily knock the man on top of her to the ground. But reason told her she couldn't. Although the physical pain of the previous two times was far greater, the humiliation of being powerless to act now made her heart ache even more.
Kim Young-sung had intended to take it slow, but because of Choi Young-jin's arrogance and defiance, things had escalated to this point, which wasn't his intention. However, during the violent conquest, he felt an unusual exhilaration he had never experienced before. He sat on Choi Young-jin's lap, pressing his other leg straight against her chest. A power he didn't know came from, allowing him to thrust rapidly like a young man; he hadn't been this vigorous in a long, long time. But the good times didn't last long. In just one minute, he couldn't control his volcanic eruption of desire. With a brief spasm and a roar, Kim Young-sung ejaculated profusely.
"Damn it," Jin Yongsheng cursed. It was too fast; he hadn't even had time to savor the pleasure before it was over. Seeing Cui Yingzhen's cold gaze, he saw not only anger and disgust in her eyes, but also contempt. That look made him feel like he'd swallowed a fly, an indescribable unease. He wanted to regain his virility, but he was already over fifty, and his body had been ravaged by alcohol and women. His penis, uncooperatively shrinking, reluctantly slipped out of her body under the pressure of her vagina.
Jin Yongsheng sat up, draped his robe over himself, went to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of wine, and took out a few pills, swallowing them with the wine. It was an imported aphrodisiac that could help with erections; Jin Yongsheng often relied on it.
"Vice Chairman Jin, can I go now?" Cui Yingzhen sat up on the edge of the bed. She really wanted to leave immediately.
"No!" Jin Yongsheng said decisively.
Choi Young-jin looked somewhat dejected, but she had anticipated that Kim Young-seong wouldn't let her off so easily. Although the room was heated, she still felt cold being naked. She looked down at herself; her stinging breasts were covered in bloodstains like blooming peach blossoms—the marks of shame inflicted by men. A semi-transparent fluid flowed between her legs; although she had taken birth control pills before coming, the fluid still disgusted her. She couldn't help but think of Han Chao-an, feeling even more distant from him, her heart heavy.
"Come here," Kim Young-seong beckoned to her.
Choi Young-jin remained seated, shaking her head. From the moment she entered the room, she had decided to face Kim Young-seong with this attitude. Even if she were to possess him and her body, she would make him feel uncomfortable. She hoped that after this night, Kim Young-seong would never come looking for her again.
Jin Yongsheng flew into a rage again, hurling the glass in his hand at her. Cui Yingzhen had no chance to dodge; the glass struck her forehead, sharp shards cutting her head, a trickle of blood flowing from her fine hair.
"You won't say a word when I curse you, you won't say a word when I hit you, you won't say a word when I fuck you, are you fucking dead?!" Jin Yongsheng stood up, roaring as he charged forward, pinning her back onto the bed and brutally beating her, scratching and pinching her body.
After a while, Jin Yongsheng was panting heavily; after all, he was getting old and his strength was failing. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He stopped, looking at Cui Yingzhen's still cold, disdainful eyes, feeling somewhat frustrated. A thought struck him; he pressed the call button by the bedside, ordering his assistant, Jin Ling, to bring in two guards.
Being Jin Yongsheng's assistant meant he was in cahoots with him; Jin Ling's eyes lit up the moment he entered the room and saw Cui Yingzhen's naked body.
Jin Yongsheng said leisurely by the bedside, "Ah Ling, I'm a little tired and can't satisfy her. You two take over." "You—" Seeing Jin Yongsheng resort to such despicable means, Cui Yingzhen propped up her battered body, too angry to speak.
"What, is that not allowed? You said you came to complete a mission, so I'll make sure you complete it perfectly." Jin Yongsheng laughed loudly.
Jin Ling was the first to strip naked and climb onto the bed. When Cui Yingzhen came in earlier, he was already captivated by her beauty. Now that he had a golden opportunity, he wasn't about to let it slip by. The other two guards hesitated for a moment, then also stripped naked and got onto the bed.
"She's a stone beauty, you can take your time. Whoever can make her orgasm will be richly rewarded!" Jin Yongsheng also sat down on the edge of the bed. He didn't play this kind of game often, so it felt particularly novel.
“I know, even if it’s a stone, I’ll make it bloom,” Jin Ling leered, placing two guards on either side of her. He then knelt between Cui Yingzhen’s legs and began to caress her genitals. Jin Ling was a master at playing with women; he was very skillful. Under his caresses, the clitoris above her labia slowly swelled.
“You said you were a stone woman, but you get hard with just one touch,” Jin Ling said, parting her labia and pinching the protruding flesh for Jin Yongsheng to see.
“Hmm, continue,” Jin Yongsheng said with satisfaction. Jin Ling had the two guards lift her buttocks and inserted two fingers into her vagina, beginning to thrust slowly and gradually faster. Because Jin Yongsheng’s semen still remained in her vagina, it was very lubricated, and Jin Ling thrust more and more vigorously.
The clitoris swelled and became congested after the caresses; this was a purely physiological reaction and not directly related to sexual desire. However, Cui Yingzhen didn’t understand these things. Hearing Jin Ling say that her body had changed, she couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.
"Is it good to be fucked by a man like this? If it is, scream!" Kim Young-sung said with a grin. Choi Young-jin looked at Kim Young-sung, hesitant to speak.
"Say what you want to say!" Kim Young-sung said.
"You are all government officials. The country is facing a crisis, and you are doing such dirty work. I feel sorry for you and for the country!" Choi Young-jin finally said.
Kim Young-sung's face turned red and then white. "Fuck her! Fuck her to death!" he roared at Kim Ling. Kim Ling was startled and quickly pulled out his fingers, replacing them with his own penis, and thrusting it into Choi Young-jin's secret place.
"What do you know about national affairs! What do you think you are! I heard that you were gang-raped by the Black Dragon Society in Hong Kong, and played with by men on the Seoul. You are a slut who is used by everyone, a whore who is fucked every day, and you still want to talk to me about national affairs!" Kim Young-sung was furious and pointed at Choi Young-jin, who was swaying from side to side as Kim Ling thrust into her.
His words touched a raw nerve with Choi Young-jin. Her face turned deathly pale. She had been raped twice, both times for the sake of her country. Yet, Kim Young-sung, the Vice President of the country, was so shameless. How could she not feel heartache? "Yes, I've been raped!" Choi Young-jin said. "You raped me too!" The two guards beside her still retained a shred of conscience. Hearing their conversation, they stopped squeezing her breasts, their faces showing some reluctance. However, intimidated by Kim Young-sung's power, they dared not say anything.
"You—" Kim Young-sung was enraged to hear Choi Young-jin describe him as a rapist, but he didn't know how to deal with her.
After saying this, Choi Young-jin ignored him. She turned her head, closed her eyes, and remained silent as Kim Young-sung thrust his penis deep inside her. Kim Young-sung, his face ashen, got out of bed, went to the liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of strong liquor, and took a large gulp.
Seeing his annoyed expression, Jin Ling lost his will to continue. While women were important, pleasing his master was always more crucial. He moved away from Cui Yingzhen's body and walked to Jin Yongsheng's side, softly calling, "Chairman." Jin Yongsheng ignored him, pointing at the two guards and roaring, "Who told you to stop? Keep going, keep going!" The two guards exchanged glances, and one of them pressed down on her. As his penis penetrated her, he whispered in Cui Yingzhen's ear, "I'm sorry." "Chairman, we need to think of a way to deal with her," Jin Ling said.
"What way? I heard she was captured by the Black Dragon Society in Hong Kong and subjected to all sorts of torture; she's incredibly tough!
" Jin Yongsheng said.
"Chairman, I have an idea," Jin Ling whispered in Jin Yongsheng's ear, his mind racing.
"Good! Good!" Jin Yongsheng laughed loudly, "Go quickly!" A moment later, Jin Ling returned, carrying two iron rods over a meter long and several rolls of rope. "Tie her to the iron bars!" The two guards stopped, each picking up an iron bar. One was placed across her feet to bind her feet, and the other was level with her shoulders to bind her hands. Cui Yingzhen was lifted off the bed and placed upright on the ground, arms outstretched, legs spread at a ninety-degree angle.
Cui Yingzhen didn't know what they wanted to do, but having endured so much torture in Hong Kong, she wouldn't be afraid of Jin Yongsheng's methods. However, she was wrong; Jin Yongsheng was more brutal than she imagined.
"Alright, you can come in now," Jin Ling called out towards the door. The door opened, and Cui Yingzhen's heart jumped into her throat. A guard entered, followed by two huge, ferocious wolfhounds, each more than half a person's height. When she was very young, Cui Yingzhen had been bitten by a dog, so she had an inexplicable fear of dogs. However, what she truly feared was something she dared not think about further.
"Has she been injected with the drug?" Jin Ling asked the handler holding the wolves.
"Yes," the handler replied. He loosened his leash, and the two wolfhounds suddenly rushed to Cui Yingzhen's side, barking wildly, nudging her naked body with their noses, and licking her with their long tongues. The guards of these two male dogs had been injected with aphrodisiacs, so they were in a state of intense estrus.
"Since you're not interested in people, I'll just have to get my two treasures to give you some pleasure!" Jin Yongsheng laughed loudly.
One of the large wolfhounds stood up, pounced on her, placed its paws on her scarred breasts, and licked her chin with its red tongue.
Cui Yingzhen twisted her head, trying to avoid him. Although she had a strong will, being raped by two beasts was still beyond her psychological capacity.
"Beg for mercy, and perhaps I'll take pity on you," Jin Yongsheng said smugly, sensing her fear.
Jin Ling said from the side, "Show her those two precious guys, let her see them!" The trainer gestured, and one of the wolfhounds lay down on its back, revealing a half-foot-long, dark red fleshy rod under its brownish-yellow belly. "Don't underestimate this guy, when it gets hard, it's thick at the top and thin at the bottom, once it's in, you won't be able to pull it out!" Jin Ling said.
"You're all beasts!" Overwhelmed with grief, Cui Yingzhen couldn't help but curse angrily.
Cui Yingzhen was laid flat on the ground, the iron rod binding her legs resting on a bench, her lower body completely suspended in the air. Two wolfhounds, each weighing nearly a hundred pounds, surrounded her, sniffing, licking, and biting. Although they weren't using much force, their claws still left bloody marks on her fair skin.
"Let's begin!" Jin Yongsheng said excitedly. At the trainer's signal, one of the wolfhounds crawled between Cui Yingzhen's parted legs, its paws on her shoulders, its head close to her face, its heavy breathing almost making her faint. Something hard pressed between her legs, and Choi Young-jin immediately knew it was the dog's genitals. She twisted her body, but her entire body was bound so tightly that she couldn't move.
The wolfhound, after all, hadn't been trained like this, and after several attempts, it couldn't penetrate, howling in frustration. Seeing this, the trainer walked behind the dog, bent down, and gently squeezed the erect penis, inserting it into Choi Young-jin's pink vulva.
The dog's penis was much hotter than a human's, and Choi Young-jin felt as if a red-hot iron bar was being branded into her vagina. "No!" she screamed wildly, her fists clenched, her toes pointed, in excruciating pain.
"How is it, is it good?" Kim Young-seong squatted down on top of her, laughing wildly.
When the wolfhound's penis was halfway in, Choi Young-jin's eyes widened in anger, and she jerked her head back, her forehead slamming into the wolfhound's head. This was the only resistance she could muster, and the impact was severe; the wolfhound howled in pain and was thrown off balance. The impact enraged the wolfhound. It rolled over, opened its blood-red jaws, and lunged for Cui Yingzhen's throat. Fortunately, just as its teeth touched her neck, the trainer grabbed the leash on its collar and pulled it back.
"Still struggling," Jin Ling said, bringing another rope and placing it around her neck, restricting her only movement.
"Go!" The trainer commanded the wolfhound to pounce again. Dogs are intelligent; because Cui Yingzhen had hurt it, this time it placed its paws on her breasts, its sharp claws digging tightly into her flesh. The trainer then used the same method to insert the wolfhound's genitals into Cui Yingzhen's body. This time, she had no ability to resist.
The wolfhound's genitals swelled inside Cui Yingzhen's body, stretching her vaginal walls. Then, the wolfhound sat up and began thrusting rapidly. Unlike humans, dogs thrust much faster. Cui Yingzhen finally couldn't withstand it and screamed in agony, a sound so shrill it was unbearable to hear.
Suddenly, a piercing gunshot rang out in the room. One of the two guards who had entered with Jin Ling drew his gun and shot the wolfhound, which was vigorously ravaging Cui Yingzhen, dead. Everyone in the room froze. The guard stood there, gun in hand, motionless. As a soldier, a soldier with a conscience, he couldn't bear to see his compatriot being so cruelly and inhumanely abused by a beast.
"You've rebelled! Park San!" Jin Yongsheng snapped out of his daze and roared furiously.
The guard named Park San, realizing the enormity of his mistake, knelt down with a thud. "Chairman, she's so pitiful, please let her go," he stammered.
A warm feeling welled up in Choi Young-jin's chest, and her eyes moistened. She felt a surge of relief that righteousness still existed in the world.
"Park San, you've been my bodyguard for more than a year or two. If it weren't for me, your whole family would be in a labor camp long ago. Instead of repaying me, you fired a shot in my room. I think you've had enough of life, your whole family has had enough of life!" Kim Young-seong said menacingly.
Park San's heart skipped a beat. He knew Kim Young-seong's vengeful nature and knew that this shot would bring unforeseen disaster not only to himself but also to his entire family. He smiled bitterly and said, "Chairman, I will never forget your great kindness. I'm sorry, sir. As a soldier, I can't bear to see my compatriots being abused by beasts. Chairman, it's all my fault. I'm willing to bear it all alone. Please, have mercy and don't make things difficult for my parents and my sister. I beg you." He kowtowed deeply to Kim Young-seong and resolutely pointed the pistol at his temple.
"No!" Choi Young-jin shouted from the side.
Everything was irreversible. A gunshot rang out, a blossom of blood appeared on Park San's head, and he collapsed to the ground. Though dead, his eyes remained wide open in despair.
"Brother Park!" Choi Young cried, tears streaming down her face. She was a woman of strong emotions. Although she had only spent less than an hour with Park San and hadn't even exchanged a single word, she knew he was deeply etched into her memory, one she would never forget.
"What a disappointment," Kim Young-sung thought, not expecting so much trouble tonight. Looking at the blood-soaked room, he had little desire left. "I'm not sleeping here tonight," he said, turning and walking away.
As he reached the door, Jin Ling called out, "Chairman, what about this woman?" Kim Young-sung turned around, staring at Choi Young-jin, and said hatefully, "Isn't there still a dog? Continue. Also, have all the guards here have their way with her. Anyone who refuses, let them go. Let her leave at dawn." He stepped out the door, then remembered something and turned back, saying, "Oh, right, get a video camera and film it. I want to see it tomorrow!" "Understood!" Jin Ling replied. After Kim Young-sung left, he ordered his men to remove the bodies of Park San and the wolfhound. Choi Young-jin was carried to the living room, where a high-end Sony digital camcorder was set up, and then the trainer led another wolfhound in.
Choi Young-jin was immersed in immense grief, for herself and for Park San. The fiery genitals of a beast pounded wildly inside her body, sharp claws scratched at her, the furry body pressed tightly against her, and a wet, blood-red tongue flickered before her eyes. Could life be more tragic than this? Choi Young-jin's heart was ashen. She cursed the blind heavens, cursed those men who were worse than beasts, and even more tragically, the fate of the nation was in the hands of such people. The despairing pain plunged her into utter darkness.
The large wolfhound continued for a full fifteen minutes before stopping, and those fifteen minutes felt like an eternity to Choi Young-jin. Jin Ling gathered the guards, a total of thirteen men. He announced Jin Yongsheng's order. Most of these thirteen men had already heard about the incident at Park San, and their eyes held a hint of anger and indignation, but they dared not disobey Jin Yongsheng's orders. Only three or four men had eyes full of anticipation; for them, the opportunity to have sex with a beauty like Choi Young-jin was incredibly rare.
Jin Ling ordered several guards to carry a large basin of clean water and immerse Choi Young-jin's genitals in it, as her vagina still contained dog semen, which needed to be washed. The mere presence of dog semen made them nauseous; one can only imagine the pain Choi Young-jin endured after being raped by a dog. The red-glowing DV camera recorded everything, documenting the entire ordeal of a North Korean female soldier being brutally violated by her compatriots.
Jin Ling was the first to go. As his penis entered Cui Yingzhen's body, he shook his head and said, "Why are you so stubborn? Just obey Chairman Jin, and nothing will happen." Cui Yingzhen sneered, "Obey? Be a shameless lackey like you? You disgust me!" Jin Ling's face darkened, and he wanted to lash out, but he held back. He knew he had exhausted all his tricks and couldn't think of any more ways to make her submit. He could only thrust his penis violently into her body, focusing on enjoying the immense pleasure. Although Cui Yingzhen had been raped by many men, the number of times was not many, so her vagina was still very tight, with layers of tender flesh tightly gripping his penis. In no time, Jin Ling reached orgasm.
Afterward, one guard after another took turns. Each time, Cui Yingzhen's lower body was immersed in water, washing her secret place filled with men's semen. Several guards whispered "I'm sorry" or "Excuse me" in her ear while having sex with her, finishing as quickly as possible, as if completing a task. But some, as if they'd found treasure, groped and grabbed, taking an unusually long time. Because of the constant soaking in cold water, Cui Yingzhen's lower body was somewhat numb. She looked at the swaying faces, their images overlapping in the light. Although the physical violence she had suffered today might not have been as severe as the electric shocks she'd endured, the emotional pain was far greater. Her endurance had already reached its limit during Park San's suicide attempt; now she was exhausted and her mind was somewhat clouded.
In less than an hour and a half, the thirteen guards plus Jin Ling, a total of 14, had finished. The basin of water beside Cui Yingzhen was now murky.
"Anyone else want to go?" Jin Ling asked.
"No!" most of them said in unison. A few who wanted to go again dared not utter a sound, seeing the angry looks of their companions.
Jin Ling was also tired. He waved his hand and said, "You two stay here. Let her go at dawn." He then took the DV camera and left the room.
Everyone dispersed, leaving only two guards. They untied the ropes binding Cui Yingzhen, brought her a cotton robe to wear, and almost simultaneously stood at attention, saluting her. Then, they stood at the doorway with their chests puffed out like sentries.
Cui Yingzhen clutched the robe tightly, tears welling up uncontrollably again. In the darkness, she waited for dawn…
Hong Kong, Black Dragon Manor.
Mo Zhentian, the leader of the Black Dragon Society, wearing a bronze mask and a wide black robe, sat on a huge mahogany chair. Before him, a young girl in a lace tank top, a semi-transparent miniskirt, and white knee-high boots danced gracefully to lively music. The room was dimly lit, but it was clear that the girl's skirt was completely bare. With each leg movement, the alluring pink buds, like the delicate red lips of a young woman, opened and closed, exuding endless charm. Her dance was incredibly seductive, yet her appearance was remarkably innocent; the two contrasting impressions blended together, enough to make any man's blood boil.
The music suddenly intensified, the performance reaching its climax. The girl's waist swayed back lightly like a willow branch in the wind, one hand bracing against the floor, her body arched like a crescent moon, her silver-red nail polished fingers thrusting between her open legs.
Amidst the erotic music, Mo Zhentian listened to her barely audible moans, watching the girl's smooth, newborn-like private parts glisten with honey-like fluid; sweat began to bead on his forehead.
When the music ended, the girl slumped softly to the ground, panting heavily. She had danced before Mo Zhentian for a full hour, her strength utterly depleted. A moment later, she got up from the ground, obediently knelt at Mo Zhentian's feet, and softly said, "Master, do you want to dance again?" Mo Zhentian reached out and gently lifted the girl's pure face, saying, "You danced well. What's next?" "Ballet, a selection from Swan Lake, Master." "Oh, alright. One more." Mo Zhentian was taken aback. He had originally prepared to get to the point, but after hearing her words, he decided to wait a little longer.
The girl stood up, walked to the corner where a travel bag lay. Without hesitation or pause, she took off her clothes, changed into another set of tight-fitting clothes, and then fumbled in the bag to find a pair of pure white ballet shoes.
Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps the shoes were too small; it took her a long time to put them on. She stood up with some difficulty and tiptoed back to Mo Zhentian.
Soft music began, and the graceful, proud white swan began to dance. She danced professionally and with great focus. Halfway through, while performing a single-leg spin, she suddenly slipped and fell, like a swan struck by a bullet. A look of terror crossed her face. She struggled to get up, but the fall twisted her ankle, and she fell again.
Mo Zhentian waved his hand, indicating she didn't need to get up. The girl remained anxious and trembling on the ground.
"I heard you know some basic martial arts," Mo Zhentian said. "How come your stamina is so poor?" The girl paused, then said, "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't sleep last night because I was choreographing these dances." "I see." Mo Zhentian beckoned to her, and the girl crawled to his lap like a docile lamb.
"So you studied dance at the University of Hong Kong?" Mo Zhentian asked with interest.
"Yes, Master," the girl replied
. "You also have an older sister named Yan Lanyin, who is a Hong Kong police officer, right?" Mo Zhentian said. This girl was Yan Lanyin's younger sister, Yan Feixue. Mo Zhentian had heard Li Quan mention her before and had ordered Li Quan to bring her here. He had been feeling very frustrated lately and needed to vent.
Yan Feixue's thin shoulders trembled slightly. No matter how dejected she was, she would still be moved when someone mentioned her sister's name. After being kidnapped to the "Silver Moon Pavilion," she was incredibly strong. It took Li Quan half a month and all sorts of horrifyingly cruel methods, including drugs, to finally subdue her. She was, after all, a young girl in the prime of her life, only twenty years old. Before this, she had no idea of the dangers of the world. When she was locked in a glass box full of snakes and insects, injected with a strong aphrodisiac, and hung in the hall to be molested by more than ten men, and had chili water poured into her mouth, nose, vagina, and anus, she had no choice but to submit to their tyranny. In this endless darkness, if there was any light, it was her sister. She fantasized that one day her sister would rescue her, and this fantasy sustained her as she endured each day like a walking corpse.
Mo Zhentian grabbed her shoulders and made her sit on his lap. Like the outfit she had worn earlier, she had no undergarments under her skirt. Mo Zhentian reached out and touched her clitoris, inserting his fingertips into her soft and warm secret place. "I heard that it was Tex who deflowered you?" Mo Zhentian said, feeling a little jealous. If she were still a virgin, it would have been even more enjoyable.
"Yes," Yan Feixue thought, a shiver running through her mind as she recalled Tex's enormous, mule-like penis. Unconsciously, her vagina tightened, gripping Mo Zhentian's inserted fingers.
"It's her first time, after all; the mention of it elicited a rather strong reaction." Mo Zhentian didn't enjoy playing with a wooden beauty; he harbored a strong desire for conquest and violence. Therefore, he deliberately sought out some reason to provoke Yan Feixue and see her reaction.
"How many men have you been with?" Mo Zhentian asked again.
Yan Lanyin was taken aback again. She hadn't expected the man in the bronze mask to ask such a question. She hesitated for a long time before saying, "I don't know." "How can you not know? You don't need to be too precise; just give a rough number." Mo Zhentian's tone clearly showed some displeasure.
Before arriving, Li Quan repeatedly ordered that all of Mo Zhentian's requests must be satisfied, or there would be terrible punishment. Yan Lanyin was terrified of him, so she had to seriously consider Mo Zhentian's question. This question was not easy to answer, mainly because the scope of the word "搞" (gao, meaning "to do" or "to have sex") was difficult to define. What did "搞" mean? Did people who touched her count as "搞"? Did men who gave her chili water, wax dripping, enemas, or shaved her hair count as "搞"? If only normal sexual intercourse was counted, there weren't many, only eleven in total, which she remembered clearly. But oral sex or breast sex were many more, dozens, and she couldn't remember the exact number. Also, there were more than ten men who raped her anally. Did that count as "搞"? "That's too many. Can't remember the number? Even if you can't remember, you have a rough number.
" Mo Zhentian couldn't help but ask when he saw the confusion on her face.
"I'm sorry, Master, what does '搞' mean? Does it mean sexual intercourse?" Yan Feixue could only ask this, her face slightly red. Li Quan's training of her was not yet complete. Although she completely submitted in action, she had not yet become a true sex slave who had abandoned all shame.
Mo Zhentian laughed heartily. He found her question amusing, like a kindergarten child pointing at a penis and asking what it was for.
"Tell me about the methods," Mo Zhentian said with a smile.
Yan Feixue blushed even more, and she murmured softly, "I've been here, eleven in total. And behind, thirteen behind." She first pointed to her naked genitals, then to her back.
"Behind? Where behind? Show me," Mo Zhentian was clearly teasing her.
Helpless, Yan Feixue stretched her hand between her thighs, her fingertips touching her anus, and said, "Here.
" "And how else?" Mo Zhentian continued to press.
"There were probably sixty or seventy oral sex, and also here," she pointed to her pear-shaped breasts. She didn't mention the other methods or numbers of men she thought had "had" with. Fortunately, Mo Zhentian was already very satisfied and didn't press further.
"How does it feel to be with a man?" Mo Zhentian suddenly asked.
These words touched a nerve with Yan Feixue. The blush on her face vanished instantly, leaving her terribly pale. "Yes, I like men," she stammered, her gaze somewhat vacant. This was the answer Li Quan had taught her; she had to answer it this way. The same answer was almost a conditioned reflex in front of Li Quan, eliciting little reaction. But today, in front of a strange man, her answer was so unnatural, so forced, so desperate.
"Is that so?" Mo Zhentian chuckled sinisterly. "You're really that cheap? Let me try." He abruptly pulled open his black robe. He wasn't wearing anything underneath; between his bronze, muscular legs, a massive penis stood erect.
Yan Feixue propped herself up on her toes, shifting forward a few inches. She grasped the penis, aimed it at her vulva, and slowly lowered herself down. Although Li Quan had tried every method to train her, he was very protective of her vital parts. This was why, over several months, only eleven men had entered her secret place. Therefore, Yan Feixue's vagina remained very tight. While Mo Zhentian's penis was not as long as Tex's, its thickness was in no way inferior.
Mo Zhentian's enormous glans was the size of a child's fist, making the first hurdle particularly difficult to penetrate. Just as she managed to squeeze in a little bit, a sharp pain shot through her twisted right ankle, causing her to sway and sit on Mo Zhentian's lap.
"I'm sorry," Yan Feixue said, her voice trembling with tears. Crying was not allowed in front of Li Quan; each time she cried, the punishment was extremely severe.
Mo Zhentian coldly watched her as she struggled to rise onto her tiptoes again, but failed once more. Her right ankle was swollen and she couldn't use any strength. She could only place her hands on Mo Zhentian's shoulders to maintain her balance, and then groped around, trying to get his penis inside her. But without the guidance of her hands, and with Mo Zhentian not cooperating, the more anxious she became, the more his penis just rubbed around her secret place, unable to penetrate. In desperation, Yan Feixue threw herself onto Mo Zhentian, freeing her hands to take his penis into her body, struggling to swallow the huge shaft little by little.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't fall. Yan Feixue clamped her penis between her legs and began to twist her hips. Mo Zhentian enjoyed the tingling sensation from the glans, which was very pleasurable, but not exciting enough. "Your sister's skills in bed aren't bad either," he said, wanting to find the opening that would drive her to the brink of collapse.
Yan Feixue's movements froze, and after a long while, she slowly started moving again.
"In a few days, I'll bring your sister over, and a threesome will be even more enjoyable," Mo Zhentian continued.
"What did you say?" Yan Feixue stopped and glared at Mo Zhentian.
“Your sister is a woman too, why can’t we have sex?” Mo Zhentian said.
“My sister is a police officer!” Yan Feixue said.
"Can't the police handle this?" Mo Zhentian retorted.
Yan Feixue was speechless for a moment. Her sister was her only family, her only hope. She couldn't stand being insulted.
"You want your sister to rescue you one day, right?" Mo Zhentian said coldly.
Although Yan Feixue didn't answer, the expectant look on her face gave the answer. Mo Zhentian pressed a remote control on the chair, turning on the video wall opposite. "Turn around and look." Before Yan Feixue could turn around, she heard a familiar voice—her sister's voice. She was screaming in pain, just like when she was being raped, along with the man's maniacal laughter, so piercing, so heart-wrenching. She slowly turned around. Sure enough, on the huge video wall was her sister. Her imposing police uniform was on the floor, and several men were on top of her like wild beasts. The penises thrusting into her sister's body felt like sharp blades piercing her heart.
"Sister!" Yan Feixue screamed hoarsely, her twisted leg wobbling as she stumbled to the wall behind the television. She clutched the cold screen, sobbing uncontrollably, her naked body curled into a ball. "A dying swan! A weeping swan! Now that's what it's all about!" Mo Zhentian stood up, his lust surging. He rushed behind Yan Feixue, pressing her buttocks down, his penis thrusting into her.
"No—" Yan Feixue screamed shrilly, a cry for her sister or for her own tragic fate. She turned sharply, resisting desperately, but under Mo Zhentian's clutches, she was as weak and powerless as a lamb to the slaughter. This resistance only fueled Mo Zhentian's heightened lust. On his massive body, she was barely visible, only her swollen, ballet-shoe-clad right foot, tilted high, her trembling leg and taut toes seeming to dance in mid-air, or perhaps telling of endless pain… (
Mainland China)
The Yunnan disco was crowded and hot; Fu Shaomin's face was covered in sweat, even her underwear was soaked. Although she was physically exhausted, her burning desire only grew stronger, showing no signs of abating.
At this moment, Fu Shaomin was extremely confused. Struggling with her desire, she didn't notice someone watching her from a dark corner of the disco, nor did she see someone quietly swapping her drink.
The music suddenly stopped, Fu Shaomin returned to her seat, picked up her drink, and gulped down most of it. When the music started again, she went back to the dance floor. She planned to dance until she was completely exhausted before going home and falling asleep; perhaps only in this way could she escape the torment of her desire.
After dancing for five minutes, she felt something was wrong. She felt lightheaded, as if walking on clouds; her head was spinning, and her vision blurred. A sense of alarm flashed through her mind; she tried to return to her seat, but no matter what she did, she couldn't move steadily.
Suddenly, two men pushed through the crowd, grabbing her arms on either side. Fu Shaomin instinctively resisted, but she was powerless. The two men carried her through the crowd and up the stairs. The second floor had karaoke rooms, and they led her straight into one, throwing her onto the sofa.
"You, you, what...do...you...want...to...do...…you..." Fu Shaomin realized the danger, but she couldn't even speak clearly; what could she do?

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