[Urban] Big Breasts and Wide Hips (Complete) - 22-24

(XII)

Provincial Higher People's Court.

The nineteen-story office building, like a sharp sword pointing to the sky, is both incisive and solemn.

The solemn national emblem hangs high, exuding a dignified and rigorous air, sacred and awe-inspiring, the majesty of the law self-evident.

Cars are parked in front of the thirty steps, and each office door has a sign, with each department carrying out its work in an orderly manner.

Han Binghong tidied the materials on her desk, put them into a file bag, and locked the rest.

She was about to go to the president's office to report the progress of the case to President Guo Bailing.

Han Binghong walked through the clean corridor, holding the case file of Tong Haiguo's surrender in her hand. Her high heels tapped rhythmically on the floor, making a crisp and elegant sound.

She wore a blue-black judge's uniform, and the well-fitting short-sleeved skirt suit accentuated her mature and voluptuous figure. A conspicuous national emblem badge was worn on her left breast, making her appear dignified and elegant.

At the door of the president's office, Han Binghong stopped and knocked twice. The door was actually not closed.

"Dean Guo..."

"Ah...it's Xiao Han...please come in..." Dean Guo Bailing looked up and smiled.

Although Han Binghong was already in her thirties, the kind old dean still affectionately called her Xiao Han. He had watched Binghong grow from a student stepping out of the school gates into the outstanding judge she was today, and he had high hopes for her.

Han Binghong's abilities were obvious to everyone, but the old dean saw more than just that. He could see a unique spirit in Han Binghong, as well as her unwavering will and perseverance.

"You look great today..." Guo Bailing took off his glasses and smiled at Han Binghong. The moment Han Binghong entered, his first impression was that she was full of vigor and confidence.

"The dean is also in good spirits..." Han Binghong placed the case files on the dean's desk.

"Hehe... No, it's tiring to look at things, my eyes can't take it after a while... By the way, how's the case progressing..."

"Hmm... Overall, it's going smoothly. The biggest problem right now is that the Guotou bankruptcy series of cases involves more than 490 creditors, both domestic and foreign, from more than ten countries including the United States, Japan, France, and Switzerland. The amount of domestic and foreign assets involved is particularly huge. Without a reputable intermediary institution with high credibility both domestically and internationally to handle the bankruptcy liquidation, the court will find it difficult to complete this arduous task. At the same time, if the trial process is fragmented and inconsistent in its enforcement, and if the court gets bogged down in the liquidation work, it will inevitably affect the fairness and efficiency of the trial."

"So, what do you think we should do..." Dean Guo wanted to see what the female judge thought.

"Given the large number of foreign creditors, I think we should follow international practice and hire internationally renowned accounting firms to conduct the financial liquidation, and hire some senior law firms to handle domestic and foreign legal matters. They are more familiar with the laws of various countries. This will reduce our workload, improve efficiency, and speed up the case process. The High Court will be responsible for supervising the liquidation process according to law.

" "Okay, that's a good idea. Please provide me with a detailed work proposal." "Binghong, you must be so busy these days. You need to take care of yourself... Everyone's watching you this time, you absolutely can't fall ill..."

"I will, Dean, thank you for your concern... Also, regarding the legal rights of individuals not involved in the case and the proper resettlement of employees of the bankrupt company, I have a suggestion. Because the case involves a wide range of people and concerns social stability, in order to reassure the public, I think the government should first advance the funds and entrust the bank to prioritize paying deposits to individual depositors. After the advance payment, the entrusted bank will obtain the right of subrogation and file a claim as an ordinary creditor. This way, the mentality of the creditors and the laid-off employees will be more balanced, ensuring social order and stability. Otherwise, with people in a state of panic, it will be very difficult for us to carry out our work!" "

Hmm... constructive... Binghong, your approach to problem-solving is very mature... you can consider many aspects, very good... keep up the good work, be bolder, give full play to your autonomy and creativity. The Guotou case is a precedent, there's no experience to draw on, the path you've forged will become someone else's experience in the future... I have high hopes for you... the organization also believes in you. I can give you a heads-up, after this case, you have a very good chance of getting the vice-president position... don't let me down..."

"Thank you, Dean..." Han Binghong was overjoyed, unable to contain her excitement.

With the support of the Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Government, the bankruptcy case of Tonghai International Investment Company had achieved a series of milestones. The collegial panel members overcame various objective difficulties, demonstrating the style of judges in the new era of the Republic. Han Binghong, as the main person in charge, performed exceptionally well throughout the trial.

As the case progressed, Han Binghong had no time for her family, and the burden of housework and caring for their son fell mostly on Zheng Yuntian's shoulders. Although he was also in the prime of his career, he understood how important this was for his wife, so he supported Han Binghong without complaint.

He didn't think much about the hundreds of thousands of yuan that were easily obtained . Anyway , the leaders knew. Deputy Director Wu would be the future top leader, so there was nothing to worry about with him around. Having money felt different; although he couldn't spend it lavishly, it was much better than being strapped for cash before.

He also knew that few officials these days didn't seek personal gain. Power unused is power wasted; they just used more sophisticated methods. Those corrupt officials who were imprisoned or executed were merely scapegoats, victims of the anti-corruption campaign. There would never be a complete end to corrupt officials in China.

Later, he learned from Deputy Director Wu that the Boss Peng was named Peng Cheng, the manager of Mirage, but he wasn't the boss; the biggest boss seemed to be called Brother Chang.

After winning hundreds of thousands, Zheng Yuntian also considered stopping. After all, this kind of thing wasn't something people in his line of work did, but he couldn't resist Boss Peng's temptation. The allure of money was simply too great. He thought about how he'd been a poor civil servant for over twenty years, and even if he became a bureau chief, his salary would only be two or three thousand a month. He'd honestly earn that much for his entire life and still not be rich.

A person's downfall begins in their mindset; no reason is needed. People die for money, birds die for food—Zheng Yuntian had seen it all before. Leaving aside those without opportunities, who wouldn't want one? Don't think that those high-ranking government officials sitting in their offices pointing fingers are truly concerned for the people. They're all the same—they're all corrupt. When they're in power, their words are revered as maxims and instructions, but after things go wrong, they become mere old grievances. Digging up and criticizing the affairs of one's ancestors for eighteen generations is just for show; after all, only a minority get into trouble!

Zheng Yuntian quickly became a regular at Boss Peng's house. A bit arrogant, he genuinely believed that the money he won was the result of his own wisdom, spending it with a clear conscience. But what casino only offers winnings and never losses?

Just as Han Binghong was reaching the peak of her career, a conspiracy against her unfolded.

That weekend, Zheng Yuntian, as usual, won a considerable amount at Boss Peng's casino. He even started to worry about what to do with so much money; he had won over a million during this period—he never dreamed he would have such a day. His mind was practically filled with banknotes; he dreamt of colorful bills every night.

"Director Zheng, isn't this money too easy to earn..." Boss Peng said casually, puffing smoke from his nostrils.

"I used to believe people who said nine out of ten gamblers lose, but now it seems that's not entirely true... It's a high-IQ money-making game, of course, luck plays a part too..." Zheng Yuntian said somewhat smugly.

Boss Peng pursed his lips without answering, "I have a job here that makes money even faster, are you interested..."

"Huh?..." Yuntian asked, "What is it..."

"I've been asked to get these things, with Director Zheng's abilities, it shouldn't be a problem, it just depends on whether you dare to do it..." Boss Peng took out a large stack of documents from his drawer and placed them in front of Yuntian.

Yuntian picked them up and frowned, "This... these things are state secrets, you can't touch them... it's illegal..." Yuntian said.

"Heh heh... illegal?... Why is Director Zheng suddenly so hesitant? Aren't you breaking the law by playing around here these past few days?" Boss Peng sneered. Zheng

Yuntian was immediately taken aback. "Boss Peng, what... what do you mean by that?... I didn't do anything... it was just for fun... Deputy Director Wu saw it too..."

"Fun? Fun can bring in hundreds of thousands in a few days? My dear Director Zheng, you're a smart man. Don't you think about it? If everyone in this place won hundreds of thousands from me like you, would I even be able to survive? Do you think you could win that much with your skills...?"

Zheng Yuntian was startled, as if he suddenly understood something.

"Of course, Director Zheng is a pragmatic man. We're all businessmen, each getting what we want. We won't treat Director Zheng unfairly. Consider the money you won as a gift to our friends. You helped me get these things, I'll give you five million as a reward, enough for you to live on for a lifetime." "I'll give you two million as a deposit now, and the remaining eight million after the deal is done..." Boss Peng said, taking out a check.

"No...no...no...that won't do," Zheng Yuntian quickly stopped him.

He knew the weight of these documents; they were all top-secret national secrets, many involving commercial interests. Obtaining these secrets would put certain people in an advantageous position in the future market, creating value beyond monetary measure, but the negative consequences would also be serious, even endangering national security.

"What? Director Zheng thinks the money isn't enough...Fine, I'll raise the price, eight million...that's an astronomical sum." Before Yun Tian could say anything more, Boss Peng pushed a two million yuan check in front of him. "

Boss Peng, it's not about the money, it's a matter of life and death, it'll get me to jail… Even if you gave me more, I wouldn't dare…"

"Alright, Director Zheng… stop pretending. Since we're not strangers, name your price… how much…" Boss Peng said impatiently.

"It really isn't about the amount of money. This kind of thing can't be done. If I'm caught, I won't just lose my position as director, I'll lose my life…" Yun Tian wasn't complaining about the amount; he genuinely didn't dare, although eight million was indeed an extremely tempting sum, enough for a lifetime.

"Heh heh… I'll send this to your unit, and you still won't be a director…" Boss Peng sneered as he placed several videotapes on the table, putting one into the machine. The screen showed Zheng Yun Tian intently gambling.

"You… what are you going to do… are you threatening me…" Zheng Yun Tian gasped.

"Hehe... Don't put it so harshly. You're a smart man, you should know what's good for you..."

Countless doubts flashed through Zheng Yuntian's mind, but one thing he was clear about was that Deputy Director Wu was dragging him down.

In those few minutes, he seemed to see through the evil of the world and the darkness of officialdom. "No... I can't keep making the same mistake..." he told himself.

"This is a trap, a conspiracy... Someone wants to harm me... Who... Who is it... Why..."

"No... No... Participating in gambling, at most I'll accept punishment... I can't do such illegal things..." Zheng Yuntian's mind was in chaos.

"And this... Look carefully, if your unit sees this, will they still keep such a corrupt and degenerate person like you..." Boss Peng played another video, showing Zheng Yuntian's shameful behavior with a prostitute after he fainted at the Mirage Nightclub.

"You...you all planned this all along..." Zheng Yuntian seemed to suddenly understand something. He

seemed to have figured out the whole story, and suddenly felt betrayed. He angrily tore the check in half, saying hatefully, "Hmph...you underestimate me, Zheng Yuntian. You think you can blackmail me with this? Keep dreaming..."

Zheng Yuntian threw the torn check into the air. "I hate being cheated the most. Don't think you can intimidate me with this..." Zheng Yuntian turned to leave.

"Don't move!" The bald man and two other henchmen suddenly pointed guns at Zheng Yuntian.

"Hehe...you think this is a place where you can come and go as you please..." Boss Peng didn't even glance at Zheng Yuntian, preoccupied with looking at some photos in his hand.

"Bang! Your brain will explode, then we'll dig a hole, throw you in, pour gasoline on you, light a fire...whoosh...burn you to a crisp, then bury you. No one will know, and the world will be without a trace a person named Zheng Yuntian...simple, right?" "Director Zheng..." Peng Cheng's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"What do you want..." Zheng Yuntian's legs went weak, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Nothing to do, just listen to me and we'll get rich together, or I'll make you disappear from the face of the earth..." Boss Peng slammed the photo in his hand onto the table in front of Yuntian.

The "bald man" moved his hand and "clicked" the safety of his pistol...

"No...no...I promise you..." Zheng Yuntian finally succumbed to the other party's coercion.

"There are two documents from the Provincial High Court here. I need your help. Your wife is currently handling a bankruptcy case. Help me get some information out of it. After it's done, there will be a reward..." Boss Peng said, pointing to the documents on the table.

Zheng Yuntian was speechless.

"Director Zheng, no one gets rich without windfall gains. To get rich, you have to risk your life. Do as I say. This is a one-time thing. After it's done, you will have a considerable income. Even if you don't become the director, it doesn't matter. You can go abroad... Believe me, this is definitely a deal that will benefit you..." Boss Peng said.

"Remember, don't try anything funny. You know who we are, and we're capable of anything we set out to do. Your wife and son are under our surveillance. Don't even think about running away or hiding; you can't escape our grasp, understand?" Boss Peng said coldly.

Under Boss Peng's coercion and enticement, Zheng Yuntian completely yielded.

...

Like a mindless zombie, Zheng Yuntian returned home, unsure how to face his wife...

After weighing his options, he finally decided to take the risk. Rather than waiting to be slaughtered, he would take the initiative. He had a complete plan: if things went wrong, he would take his wife and children and flee abroad. With that sum of money in hand, he had nothing to fear. If he could escape this ordeal and the matter remained unexposed, he could continue as the section chief and continue receiving his money... That was his wishful thinking.

After a fierce internal struggle, he finally hardened his heart and asked his workplace and Han Binghong for the confidential materials stored in the safe at home.

Three days later, Zheng Yuntian went to the villa with what Boss Peng had asked for...

...

The night was still and quiet, the lights dim.

Deep into the night, Han Binghong remained engrossed in her work, her desk piled high with materials and case files brought home from the office. This was the most demanding case she had handled since becoming a judge, but she also knew it was a rare opportunity. Life offers few chances to strive, and for someone as ambitious as her, she would never give up.

The Guotou bankruptcy case involved many legal issues she had never encountered before, and there were indeed some uncertainties regarding the application of the law. In response, she prioritized protecting the interests of creditors to the greatest extent possible, acting decisively and proactively, exploring new avenues, and creatively carrying out her work. When encountering problems, she first researched feasible solutions before applying them to specific judicial practice.

Faced with the complexities of the case, her decisiveness, meticulous thinking, and profound legal theoretical foundation were fully demonstrated. The collegial panel she led, comprised of elites from the provincial high court, was a highly effective and cohesive team. Through arduous and painstaking work, they maximized the protection of state-owned assets, earning praise and commendation from colleagues nationwide and higher-level leaders.

The old hospital director's words gave her boundless motivation. If the case succeeded, she was highly likely to become the vice president of the provincial high court in the next leadership election. Guo Boxiong had already privately informed her that he would support her in the nomination. If she really got her wish, she might become the youngest deputy director-level cadre in the province, which was indeed an enviable achievement! But while

she was full of hope for the future, a dark net was quietly spreading towards her... ********** ... "Knock knock..." The nurse raised her hand and knocked lightly twice on the door. Without waiting for a response, she pushed the door open and entered, appearing somewhat casual. "Director..." The nurse was surprised to see two people inside. "I...I'm sorry...I've disturbed you..." She was about to leave when the elderly director, sitting behind his desk, immediately stopped her. "No need...we've just finished our discussion...How about this, Mr. Liu, give me a little more time, I'll give you an answer in three days, okay..." the director said to a young man opposite him. "Well...okay..." The young man was clearly reluctant. "We can discuss the price further...I hope you can reconsider the discount..." the young man said as he walked away. "Okay...okay..." the old man seemed a little impatient. "Bang!" The young man finally closed the door and left. The head nurse smiled, "Those annoying pharmaceutical sales representatives again..." "So annoying..." The director took off his reading glasses and glanced at the woman, "Almost made my head nurse's breakfast..." A blush spread across the woman's face, and she said coquettishly, "Go away...I don't care..." Her almond-shaped eyes were full of spring, her gaze like autumn water. “You irresistible slut… I’ve given you my life… Come here…” The old director looked at the alluring woman, her figure graceful and elegant. Although she wore a loose white coat, her ample bosom was still captivating. Her slightly curled hair was adorned with a nurse’s cap, giving her the air of a nursing angel, tempting one to sin. The head nurse closed the door tightly, then drew the two curtains in the office. With a flirtatious look in her eyes, she teased the man’s gaze, slowly moving closer to the desk and placing the medical record folder in front of the director. “Come… try today’s breakfast…” The old director pushed back his chair, making room in front of him, and spread his legs apart. The head nurse unbuttoned the top two or three buttons of her shirt, revealing glimpses of her cleavage. She slowly knelt between the director’s legs, gently playing with the erection through his trousers. “Quick… I can’t take it anymore…” the man urged. The head nurse’s slender white hands twisted the zipper and gently pulled it down, revealing his penis along with his underwear. The alluring nurse played with the penis through its underwear for a moment before releasing it. It was dark, thin, and resembled a segmented old bamboo shoot—ugly indeed. The head nurse, however, didn't find it repulsive. She grasped it with her smooth hand and stroked it for a while, then gave the old man a few flirtatious glances before leaning closer, gently opening her lips, and slowly taking the penis into her mouth. The old man was immediately captivated by the beautiful head nurse's warm mouth, and couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh. His penis instantly became several degrees harder, and the head nurse gripped the base, sucking and swallowing with great pleasure. The nurse's cap rose and fell rhythmically. Watching a beautiful woman perform oral sex was indeed one of life's greatest pleasures. The old man stroked his hair while watching the woman below constantly changing angles to suck on different parts of his penis, her oral skills remarkably proficient. "Mmm..." The old man leaned back in his executive chair, satisfied with the oral pleasure, and picked up the medical record folder on the desk to look through it. Just then, the telephone on the desk rang... The hospital director hesitated for a moment, then removed the medical record folder. Below, a charming nurse, her face flushed, was carefully cleaning the ridges of his penis with her delicate, smooth tongue. He gestured for the woman to stop, then picked up the phone. "Hello... Ren Dong Hospital..." "Hello, is this Director Ma..." A man's voice came from the other end of the line. "Yes... this is Ma Qingzang..." the old man replied naturally. "This is Da Chang. Mr. Kuraki is coming from Japan today, his flight is at 10 am. He asked us to pick him up at the airport at 2 pm... I'd like to entertain him at the villa tonight, you can come along too..." "Yes... sure, how are Mr. Kuraki's preparations going?" Director Ma asked. "He said he'll bring samples of the medicine this time, and according to him, there shouldn't be any problems. If the hospital can cooperate, we can move on to the experimental stage..." "Hmm... very good... By the way... has the Zheng guy been dealt with yet..." Director Ma asked. “They’re completely subdued. With the National Security Bureau’s information, things should go much smoother. Also, in a couple of days, we have a case related to the Guo surrender case, presided over by his wife. I’m thinking of using this opportunity to operate on her…” “Hmm…you handle that…but be careful, don’t go overboard, the important things are at stake…” Ma Qingzang hung up the phone, suppressing the increasingly intense pleasure in his lower body. The head nurse held his erect penis and quickened her swallowing. “Oh…” Ma Qingzang’s body arched with pleasure, his penis throbbing violently, his glans tingling. “Ah…” The old man twitched twice, clearly having ejaculated into the nurse’s mouth. The beautiful head nurse held her lips tightly, not letting a drop of semen spill out. Only after the old man had completely ejaculated did she carefully withdraw, her mouth full of semen. The head nurse glanced tenderly at the ecstatic man, pursed her lips, swallowed the thick semen, and even licked her lips with her tongue. "You slut...how's it going...still strong, huh? I've been saving this up for days..." Ma Qingzang said with pleasure , looking at the alluring woman ... **************** ... The trial proceeded smoothly, but the scales seemed to be tipping in favor of the defendant. Just as the case was about to be resolved, the plaintiff's lawyer suddenly announced that there was a new witness who wanted to present important evidence to the court and requested that the presiding judge verify it personally. Han Binghong signaled for the plaintiff's new witness to be called to court. The bailiffs brought the witness to the witness stand. She glanced at the witness briefly; he was unremarkable—a large man dressed in a suit.

After the routine questioning, the witness requested to produce what he claimed to be important evidence.

Han Binghong signaled to the bailiffs to bring the evidence up. She opened the envelope, took out the contents, and was immediately shocked, her palms sweating profusely. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

(XIII)

"Given that the plaintiff has provided new evidence, and that the evidence has a significant impact on the case, in order to ensure fairness, the court will conduct further examination of the evidence. I hereby declare a temporary recess. Witness Lai Bing, please follow the bailiffs to the waiting room..." Presiding Judge Han Binghong, trying to remain calm, surveyed the courtroom.

In order to prevent the evidence in her hands from being immediately revealed to the jury and the court, Han Binghong had no choice but to use her presiding judge's privilege to temporarily suspend the questioning.

The atmosphere in the courtroom immediately eased considerably. Some people in the audience whispered, and some stood up.

The bailiffs, following the presiding judge's instructions, took the witness down from the witness stand, bypassed the judge's bench, and exited through an exit on the left. The waiting room was next door.

"Xiao Zhou, go back to the courtroom first. Remember, no one is allowed into the waiting room without my permission..." Han Binghong instructed the bailiff.

"Yes..." the bailiff replied.

Han Binghong opened the door to the waiting room, went in, and closed it.

The witness was already sitting on a bench inside, casually looking around. The waiting room wasn't very large, about thirty or forty square meters. In the center was a long table made up of four desks, with benches placed against the walls on both sides. The walls had notices like the code of conduct for court staff posted on them. The innermost wall had a window with dark green curtains drawn, making it feel very closed off. Although it wasn't as solemn as the courtroom, it still had a serious atmosphere.

"Your name is... Lai Bing?" Han Binghong asked after a moment's thought, pulling out an office chair to sit down.

"Yes..." the man replied.

"Where did you get these things? This is irrelevant to the case. Why did you do this... I remind you, providing false testimony is illegal..." Han Binghong said sternly.

"Fake? With your discerning eye, Judge, I don't need to elaborate

on whether it's real or fake... To be honest, we bought these from your husband. If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Zheng to come to court and ask him..." Han Binghong's heart skipped a beat. She paused, but outwardly maintained a calm demeanor, her mind racing, searching for a solution. These confidential documents from the High Court were only accessible to the president of the court and the presiding judge. She had even brought these documents home before.

"No...no way..." Han Binghong thought to herself, her husband wouldn't do anything to betray her.

Looking at the man, Han Binghong saw he was unremarkable and didn't seem highly educated. She wondered if someone had sent him. She needed to ascertain his true intentions.

"No matter how you obtained them, illegal possession of these items could constitute a crime. Did you receive any benefits from someone? If so, I advise you to stop now, otherwise you'll only end up shooting yourself in the foot..." Han Binghong said sternly, trying to intimidate him with her presence.

"Don't try to scare us... We won't act without seeing the results. You'd better watch yourself, or you might end up hurting yourself... Heh..." the man sneered.

Han Binghong's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately sensed that this unassuming man was not simple, and seemed to have come prepared.

"Don't be so arrogant. I, Han Binghong, am upright and honest, and I have nothing to fear. Right and wrong will be judged by history. Don't think you can change the outcome of this case with these things..." Han Binghong retorted sternly.

"Tch... Judge Han, do you think we care about that small case? We're just giving you a heads-up..." Lai Bing straightened his tie and said.

"Please don't try to be mysterious or show off. We've seen this kind of thing many times. Don't think you can blackmail me with these things. You underestimate a judge of a high court..." Han Binghong said sternly.

"Tch... Don't be so arrogant, my Chief Justice... You know the weight of these things, don't push us to the brink..."

"What evidence do you have that my husband gave them to you..." Han Binghong suppressed her anger.

"Director Zheng not only betrayed you, but he also betrayed himself. This is a secret of the National Security Bureau. We gave him eight million! Don't have too much faith in men. In the face of money, almost every man is a slave..." Lai Bing took out another stack of documents and placed them in front of Han Binghong.

Han Binghong picked up the photocopied documents on the table and frowned upon seeing them.

"If Judge Han still doesn't believe it, you can check this account. Your husband earned over a million in just one month... With his salary level, can he afford that?" Lai Bing casually pushed Zheng Yuntian's bank account number to the female judge.

"Why... why did this happen..." Han Binghong understood a bit by now. A long-planned conspiracy was targeting her. Why was fate so cruel, causing such an unimaginable thing to happen at this time? This was enough to ruin her life.

"Judge Han should know what the consequences will be if these things are made public. You and your husband will both be suspended from your duties and investigated, because the judicial authorities have every reason to believe that you two embezzled for personal gain. The crimes of stealing and selling top-level state secrets, dereliction of duty, and possessing a huge amount of unexplained wealth—I don't need to tell you what the sentence should be… Judge Han?"

"You…" Han Binghong's eyebrows shot up in anger. "You bunch of scoundrels, don't be so self-righteous… The law is just, I don't believe you can act with impunity…"

"Well said… The law is just because it requires evidence. Here is the evidence of your crimes…" Lai Bing said confidently.

"Nonsense… I didn't… I would never do such a thing. Everyone can testify for me…" Han Binghong's face flushed red as she tried her best to refute him, but everything seemed so powerless.

"Don't get agitated, don't act impulsively, Judge Han! You're a seasoned person, I believe you'll think of yourself and your family. Actually, it's very simple, as long as you listen to us, nothing will happen... Otherwise, living will be worse than dying..."

"Ah..." Han Binghong suppressed her anger and couldn't utter a single word. To be honest, if she were arrested, that would be a huge joke.

"Well... have you thought it through?" The man stood up, hands in his pockets, sizing up the helpless female judge. Just minutes ago, she was arrogant on the judge's bench, but now she was being controlled by a street thug. It was truly unimaginable. "

Don't dream... I, Han Binghong, will never succumb to evil, I will not collude with you!..." Han Binghong raised her voice.

"Fine... then I'll give each member of the jury a copy of these things..." Lai Bing was about to open the door to leave.

"Wait..." Han Binghong suddenly called out.

A cunning smile flashed across Lai Bing's face as he turned to look at the female judge. He really admired his boss's confidence.

"Want to change your mind? Judge Han, it's not too late now. Once I'm out this door, it'll be too late..."

"I need time... I need to explain this to my husband... I won't be blackmailed for no reason..." Han Binghong's tone softened considerably.

"Alright... we have plenty of time, we can wait... but Judge Han, you have to let us know you're sincere..." Lai Bing looked at the dignified and beautiful female judge, his eyes lingering on Han Binghong's ample breasts.

Han Binghong's judge's uniform was stretched taut by her full breasts; even while standing in the witness stand, Lai Bing couldn't help but steal glances at the female judge's alluring breasts.

Han Binghong hadn't expected the man's lewd side; the sudden turn of events caused her to lose her usual composure.

Lai Bing slammed the door shut, his small, fleshy eyes gleaming with lust. He thought to himself, "My boss actually assigned me this cushy job; it's a great favor. I'll serve him to the death." Taking advantage of Han Binghong's inattention, he lunged forward and tightly embraced the female judge, his large hands grabbing her breasts hard.

Han Binghong screamed, instinctively trying to break free. She couldn't believe this rogue was so brazen; he was utterly audacious. This was the waiting room of the High Court!

"What are you doing! Let me go... you scoundrel... do you know where you are?"

"Hehe... how could I not know... isn't this the High Court?... it's exciting to mess with a high-ranking official like you in a place like this..."

"You... you, if you don't let go... I... I'm going to scream... come quick..."

Before she could utter the word "speak," a large hand silenced the female judge's mouth.

"What are you yelling for? You'll have your turn to yell later..." Lai Bing tightened his grip on the female judge, took a piece of strong duct tape from his pocket, tore it open with his teeth, and shoved it over her mouth. Then he forcefully twisted her arms behind her back.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Han Binghong struggled violently, but her mouth was tightly sealed shut, and she couldn't scream, only letting out painful moans from her throat. She never imagined such a thing would happen; it was simply unbelievable.

Seeing the female judge resist violently, Lai Bing twisted her hands forcefully. Han Binghong's head snapped back, she groaned bitterly, tears welling in her eyes from the pain, and she couldn't move anymore.

"Hehe...behave yourself...or you'll regret it..." The man said, taking out a pair of shiny handcuffs and cuffing the female judge's hands.

"Today I'll show you what it means for power to prevail over justice...reflect on your actions...Judge Han!"

Lai Bing pressed the female judge onto the table and began to unbuckle Han Binghong's belt. With a "whoosh," the female judge's pants fell to the ground.

Han Binghong struggled desperately, unable to speak, overwhelmed with grief, tears welling in her eyes.

"Who did this... this has happened to me... and Yun Tian... why did they do this... why... why is no one coming... I don't want to... be raped by this shameless man..." Han Binghong's mind was a complete mess.

"...Heh heh... don't expect anyone to come... no one dares to step foot here without Judge Han's permission." Lai Bing seemed to see through the female judge's last hope.

"Just enjoy yourself... I've got plenty..." The man ruthlessly pulled off the female judge's panties, his large hand grabbing her buttocks, feeling their incredibly plump and smooth texture.

"No... no..." The female judge shook her head helplessly, struggling internally, her hands cuffed behind her back, her full breasts pressed against the table, her round, plump buttocks arched backward.

"Help... help... why is no one coming... at this point, even a knock on the door could save me from this humiliation..." Han Binghong screamed inwardly.

"Smack..." Lai Bing slapped the female judge's plump, round buttocks hard, then squeezed them tightly, his fingers digging deep into the snow-white flesh. Her pink buttocks were so smooth and tender, it seemed as if they could be squeezed to release water.

"Here it comes... Say goodbye to your chastity, my Judge Han..." Lai Bing kicked the female judge's legs away, pressed one hand against Han Binghong's buttocks, and with the other hand grasped his extremely thick penis and thrust it into her flesh.

"Ah... no... no..." Han Binghong felt as if she had been plunged into the deepest part of hell the moment she was violated, tears streaming down her beautiful face. "It's too cruel! Why does fate have to toy with me again and again... Did I commit some heinous crime in my past life?"

His penis was thrust into her cavity, completely possessing the female judge's body.

"Hoo..." Lai Bing let out a heavy sigh. From behind, he saw the female judge, dressed in a solemn uniform, writhing and moaning, thrusting back and forth vigorously, her tight, warm vagina gripping his penis with unparalleled pleasure.

“Enjoy it… Judge Han, leave yourself with a beautiful memory… It’s your honor… A judge raped in court, you’re probably the first since the birth of law… You can be proud of this for the rest of your life…” The man humiliated the utterly desperate female judge as he thrust into her.

“No… Someone help me… Help me…” Han Binghong cried out, her heart bleeding. The most tragic thing was that before entering this waiting room, she had ordered the bailiffs to guard the door for this shameful rapist. Without her order, no one would have stepped inside.

“Start screaming now… Didn’t you want to scream just now…” The man gripped her buttocks and thrust.

“Don’t fucking pretend to be so high and mighty. I’ve seen too many. The more elegant someone is on the surface, the more lewd they are inside, secretly wishing to be fucked by more dicks… Am I right, Judge Han…” the man said shamelessly.

“No… No… Why is it like this…” Han Binghong almost fainted from anger, stiffly accepting the merciless attack from behind. Each time the thick, long penis penetrated to the hilt, it hit her sensitive cervix, causing her to cry out and tilt her head back.

"Is it good... Your Honor..." Lai Bing was sweating profusely, his penis thrusting in and out with great force, making a loud thud. Each thrust was deep and relentless, pushing the female judge's vaginal walls back and forth.

The waiting room had no air conditioning and was rather enclosed. After this ordeal, Han Binghong was soon drenched in sweat. Everything in the room proceeded silently, except for the man's heavy breathing and her occasional muffled moans.

Under the man's manipulation, the female judge's body slowly began to react. The direct friction triggered physiological changes, and primal pleasure grew uncontrollably, drawing her into a vortex of lust.

"Ugh. Ugh..." Han Binghong's brows furrowed, almost forming a deep frown, and large beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks.

"How is it... moan..." The man thrust in and out hard.

"Let me go... ah..." Han Binghong tried to sit up, but as she experienced the signs of pleasure, she felt a surge of fear. "No... absolutely not... this is too shameless... in a place like this..."

To orgasm from being raped here would be a lifelong disgrace for a female judge.

"Stop... you beast... scum..." Han Binghong suddenly became agitated,

realizing what would happen if this continued; she absolutely could not accept this.

With her arms twisted behind her back and her upper body pressed against the table, her hands were numb, her arms feeling as if they were about to break. Han Binghong struggled to sit up.

The man noticed Han Binghong's attempt and immediately pressed one hand against the back of her head, slamming her face against the table, his lower body thrusting hard: "Slut... just take the beating..."

"Ugh... ugh... no..." Han Binghong moaned incessantly, shaking violently.

Lai Bing stared at the beautiful, dignified female judge's ample, white buttocks, thrusting into her relentlessly, the sounds of their impact echoing incessantly.

The waiting room and the courtroom were separated by only a wall, and the temporary recess was almost over. The plaintiff and defendant, after a short rest, had returned to their seats, and the spectators gradually took their places, all awaiting the next stage of the trial, wondering what evidence the plaintiff would present.

Little did they know, the esteemed female judge was being shamelessly raped next door—a cruel irony against the sacred law.

Lai Bing gripped the judge's buttocks, thrusting in and out with abandon. Her delicate anus peeked out from the depths of her buttocks. He placed one hand on her coin-sized anus, and in the brief moments when it opened and closed, he shoved his large thumb inside.

"Ugh..." Han Binghong's body trembled violently; the stinging pain from her anus was clearly beyond her tolerance.

Seeing the female judge's intense reaction, Lai Bing's sadistic urges surged. He forcefully dug into her anus while increasing the speed of his thrusts.

"Ugh..." A series of painful groans followed, Han Binghong's beautiful face almost contorted in pain.

"Satisfied yet..." Lai Bing gritted his teeth, his assault relentless. Doing such a thing in the courtroom's waiting room was simply unbelievable. The female judge's uniform represented the dignity of the law, yet it was now being trampled upon by evil.

"No...don't do this...Oh God...why is this happening..." the female judge cried out silently.

Lai Bing felt a surge of conquest, as if he were whipping the sacred and inviolable female judge under the watchful eyes of countless people in court. His penis, like a spear, thrust in and out, until the judge's eyes rolled back, her cries swallowed back down…

“Where is justice…where is morality…” The upright judge began to question the perfection of the law, for the law had once brought her glory, but now, in her heart, the whole world was shrouded in darkness.

“I’ll make sure you die knowing why…” The man grabbed the judge’s handcuffed arms and thrust rapidly.

“Ah…” Han Binghong’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, her body trembled, her beautiful head tilted back, wailing pitifully…

“I’ll shoot you to death…” The man suddenly roared, his body stiffening, his buttocks trembling, a strange cry escaping his lips, hot semen gushing out.

Her vagina could feel the man’s penis throbbing, each pulse squeezing out the filthy fluid.

After a long while, the man slowly withdrew…

Han Binghong collapsed onto the table as if released from a rack, tears streaming down her face.

“Hehe…Here…as a souvenir…” After relieving himself, Lai Bing took a dildo from his bag, turned it on, and inserted it into the female judge’s wet vagina. Then he put a chastity belt on her vulva and locked it.

“Alright…that’s enough for today. Remember what you said…” The man unlocked the female judge’s handcuffs.

“…Don’t even think about suing me. You won’t have any evidence.” Lai Bing waved the condom he had removed from his penis in front of the female judge; it was filled with his disgusting semen.

“Hehe…If you want to take off the chastity belt, do as it says here…” The man lewdly placed an envelope on the table and walked away.

…

After the trial resumed, Han Binghong seemed like a different person. The vibrating dildo inside her body was constantly tormenting her sensitive body, almost causing her to ejaculate on the bench. She deliberately sped up the trial process, and after completing some routine procedures, she announced the end of the day’s hearing and adjourned the court! Then she hurriedly packed up and rushed home. The last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the night,

and

nocturnal insects began to emerge from their nests, flitting about haphazardly in the air.

The luxurious villa district of "Water Rhyme Garden" on the outskirts of the city was shrouded in mystery under the night sky.

Inside Villa No. 20, the hall was brightly lit, and the villa's owner, Lai Wenchang, was hosting a lavish dinner.

"Mr. Kuraki, I wish our cooperation a great success," Lai Wenchang said, raising his glass.

Ma Qingzang, the director of Rendong Hospital, also raised his glass, saying, "With the support of the Mitsui zaibatsu, I believe this project will go very smoothly. Mr. Kuraki, come on… cheers…"

The Japanese man called Kuraki was about 50 years old, with a slight beard, and looked like a shrewd and capable Japanese businessman. He spoke fluent Chinese, though a little halting, but it was quite good for a foreigner.

Kuraki politely raised his glass: "Thank you... I wish you all the best. I am pleased with Mr. Lai and Dean Ma's sincerity. I hope this cooperation will strengthen our relationship. The Chinese market has broad prospects, and Mitsui Corporation is also interested in expanding its business in China. Hongtu Company has a high starting point, focusing on high-tech industries. Its products have high technological content and added value, and the return on investment is predictable. If the policy allows, the Mitsui Group is interested in investing."

"Really? Mr. Kuraki, you are too kind. It is a great honor to receive the favor of the Mitsui Group! I hope our first cooperation will be successful. Hongtu High-Tech is currently in its startup phase and needs financial support!" Lai Wenchang, as one of Hongtu Company's shareholders, was somewhat flattered.

"Funding isn't a problem. My biggest concern about this project right now is the legal aspect. If things are exposed, what explicit legal sanctions does China have?" "

Currently, Chinese law isn't very mature in this area. Investigations into medical malpractice generally focus on human factors. As long as we maintain confidentiality, there shouldn't be too much trouble.

Frankly, most hospitals in China now operate on a profit-driven model, unlike the old management system, because only profit can guarantee survival and development.

Therefore, relevant departments often turn a blind eye to many things, and the legal system has many imperfections and loopholes. It's safe to say that the current pharmaceutical market is extremely chaotic, with many counterfeit drugs circulating and fraudulent hospitals everywhere. Even legitimate hospitals, as state-run public institutions, have many shady dealings," Ma Qingzang said.

"Yes, the most important step in our plan is now the experimental stage. Whether it passes will depend on countless repeated human trials. Ren Dong Hospital needs to provide a continuous stream of patients," Cangmu pondered for a moment.

"We must not leak any information about secretly administering the drug to patients. The entire experimental phase must be conducted continuously, and the drug's effects on inducing apoptosis and partial differentiation of APL cells, as well as viral mutations, must be meticulously monitored," Kuraki said earnestly.

"Because the physical conditions of those undergoing the experiment vary, the probability of death during the experiment may be high. However, using it on severely ill patients and those theoretically without survivors will not arouse much suspicion, so you can rest assured."

Lai Wenchang and Dean Ma listened attentively, nodding in agreement.

"China has a large population and a relatively large number of patients, which is an advantage for implementing this project. Most hospitals do not yet have the technical capability to detect our drug. This is something very few institutions internationally are researching. If this experiment is successful, it can be made public to international organizations. Once it can be put into clinical application, the benefits will be considerable. I can say that this achievement is more than ten years ahead of other technologies. After we apply for a patent, no one will be able to surpass our core technology for at least five years, but this will come at the cost of many lives," Kuraki said.

"Mr. Kuraki truly lives up to his reputation as a giant in the business world. I am very optimistic about this collaboration and hope that the partnership between Hongtu High-Tech, Rendong Hospital, and the Kuraki Foundation will create a new era of brilliance in the medical field..." Lai Wenchang said with a beaming smile.

"Rendong Hospital has developed rapidly over the past few years and is fully capable of handling this experiment. Our current hospitalization rate is over 30%, making us a well-known hospital in the province. The patient pool is absolutely guaranteed, Mr. Kuraki, please rest assured. Regarding legal issues, most families won't consider this aspect. As long as confidentiality is maintained, we can confidently say it's foolproof," Ma Qingzang said. "

Hmm... because this kind of experiment is strictly prohibited internationally, and from a humanitarian perspective, it's unethical and illegal. Therefore, this project carries significant risks and cannot be used on ordinary patients. This must be clearly understood," Mr. Kuraki solemnly stated.

"Also, the bodies of patients who die during the experiment must be handled specially. Although the blood has stopped flowing, the cells in the body can still detect drug components. If the police conduct autopsies on these bodies, they can still discover problems."

...

"Alright... Mr. Kuraki must be tired after traveling so far. Wenchang, what entertainment have you prepared for him..." Dean Ma changed the subject.

"Hehe... I've already prepared that. Last time I was in Japan, Mr. Kuraki treated us very well. The ladies in Ginza were very attentive, allowing me to fully experience the warmth of Japanese women, which was truly unforgettable. As the saying goes, reciprocity is the best policy, so this time I've also prepared a very special woman for Mr. Kuraki. I hope you'll be satisfied." Lai Wenchang said humbly.

"A very special woman? Heh... I'll have to see..." Mr. Kuraki smiled.

Because it's very common for Japanese people to have women serve men; as long as you can afford it, even the most noble woman can enjoy it. As a major shareholder of the famous Mitsui zaibatsu, Mr. Kuraki already has very high standards in this regard; he wouldn't even look at an ordinary woman.

“Wen Chang, you shouldn’t keep your tricks a secret anymore. You know Mr. Cangmu’s taste. Don’t keep him waiting too long…”

Lai Wen Chang laughed, “Of course I know that. Mr. Cangmu has very high standards. I don’t think he would be too interested in women that money can buy. So this time I’ve come up with something different, just to give Mr. Cangmu a new experience.”

“Oh? A new experience!…That’s certainly something very attractive…What is it, Mr. Lai?” Cangmu seemed very interested.

Lai Wen Chang turned to his confidant Lai Bing and whispered a few words before smiling broadly and saying, “It’s still early. How about this, Mr. Cangmu, please take a shower after your meal. The entertainment will be served soon…”

“Okay…”

The banquet ended immediately, and Lai Wen Chang had a servant take Cangmu to the bedroom prepared for him to take a shower. Han Binghong rushed home from the courthouse, looking utterly disheveled. She was still reeling from the fact that she had been raped; it was unbelievable that such a thing could happen to her, and she couldn't quite process it. But the fact remained: the writhing thing inside her said it all. Her first thought was to go home and confront her husband about the truth. If it was true, she would never forgive Zheng Yuntian.

The dildo inside her continued to writhe and thrash, writhing wildly deep within her, making her heart pound and causing her to leak fluids. She almost reached orgasm on the way, feeling utterly ashamed. Finally home, she rushed into the bathroom, disregarding everything else, trying to remove the chastity belt. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get it off. She considered cutting it, but it was made of metal and very tight; forcing it might injure her. She couldn't ask for help; she'd be mortified if someone saw the vibrating dildo inside. After struggling for half an hour, Han Binghong finally gave up in despair. "Oh God... what happened... why did this happen..." Han Binghong sat blankly in the bathroom, almost bursting into tears. Suddenly, she remembered what Lai Bing had said before he left. He had left an envelope, saying that only by following the instructions inside could she untie this troublesome thing. With no one else at home, Han Binghong went straight out of the bathroom, took the letter from her bag, and opened it. It read: "Do not open it yourself. You cannot open it. Forcing it will only lock it again, and you may injure yourself! To open this, come to Villa No. 20, 'Water Rhyme Courtyard,' in the suburbs at 8:30 tonight. If you are late, the next opening time will be three days later. Please remember!" Han Binghong angrily tore the letter to pieces. This shameless guy must have ill intentions. "I can't go..." Han Binghong thought to herself. But when she looked down at the chastity belt, she frowned. She absolutely couldn't open it herself. Who could she ask for help? She thought a hundred times but couldn't think of anyone to ask for help. Besides, even if she asked someone, they might not be able to open it. Lai Bing had deliberately tampered with it; opening it wouldn't be easy. If she couldn't open it and it revealed these shameful secrets, it wouldn't be worth it. After thinking it over, she could only ask her husband for help, but then she remembered that she hadn't yet confronted Zheng Yuntian about selling secrets, so that wouldn't work either. What to do… The vibrating dildo inside her was still spinning non-stop. She knew she would be driven insane if this continued. “No… I can’t do this…” Han Bing thought and thought. “I have to get rid of this annoying thing, otherwise how will I go to work this afternoon, how will I sleep tonight, and what about urination and defecation… Ah… God… so many problems…” In a state of utter desperation, she had no choice but to go to the “Water Rhyme Courtyard” as instructed in the letter. But that wouldn’t be until 8:30 pm, which was still a long time. She couldn’t even stand an hour. To avoid unnecessary trouble, she took half a day off from work and stayed home. She didn’t even dare to drink water. There was only one word: wait. She practically watched the clock tick by, hoping that time would pass quickly. Zheng Yun didn’t come home after work. She cooked herself some food, but didn’t dare to eat too much. After eating, she had no mood to do anything else because the vibrating dildo inside her was spinning, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything. Han Bing knew that she had to get rid of this thing no matter what. She endured the agonizing wait until after six o'clock, each day feeling like an eternity. Although she hadn't drunk any more water, she hadn't urinated since morning, and the urge was growing stronger, making her increasingly restless . Around seven o'clock, she couldn't hold it in any longer and hailed a taxi to "Water Rhyme Courtyard." The taxi sped along the straight road, Han Binghong's heart pounding with anxiety. She tried to compose herself and face her situation. Although the journey was uncertain, Han Binghong was a woman who had weathered many storms, and she remained calm in adversity. Upon arriving at "Water Rhyme Courtyard," she found villa number 20 as instructed in the letter. A waiter, having received instructions from the owner, led her inside. "Haha...Welcome!" "Judge Han is quite punctual; it's only eight o'clock, aren't you impatient?...Haha!" Lai Bing laughed maliciously. Han Binghong hated this shameless rapist to the core. She turned her head away irritably, looking around, ignoring him. The villa was lavishly decorated, clearly belonging to a wealthy man. "Quickly remove that thing..." Han Binghong didn't want to get entangled with him. "That's a given, but since Judge Han is here, our master would like to invite you upstairs for a chat..." Lai Bing said in a sinister voice. "I don't have time..." Han Binghong's face remained expressionless. "Only our boss can open this thing. If Judge Han misses the time, don't blame me..." Lai Bing seemed unconcerned. Han Binghong had no choice but to patiently follow Lai Bing inside to remove the annoying object. The staircase was made of black marble, with elegant wrought iron railings—everything was opulent. Upstairs, Lai Bing led the female judge into one of the rooms. Upon entering, Han Binghong saw that the large room was empty, devoid of any items, but many ropes hung from the ceiling, somewhat resembling an interrogation room. A lamp in the center of the ceiling cast a circle of light down through its shade. Only the area under the lamp was relatively bright; the surroundings were dark, but several people could still be seen sitting in the darkness, seemingly waiting for her arrival. "Alright...stand under the light..." Lai Bing led the female judge into the circle of light. Although Han Binghong was reluctant, she had to swallow her anger in order to remove her chastity belt as quickly as possible. "This is our boss. Judge Han must obey orders to remove this, understand?" Lai Bing said.

Han Binghong didn't utter a sound, only frowning as she glanced over. The light was a bit glaring, and she could only make out four or five men sitting in a row, their faces obscured.

"Our boss will be speaking with you now. You must answer every question truthfully, understand?" Lai Bing said.

Han Binghong, unsure of what tricks they were up to, remained noncommittal. The upright female judge, though in a disadvantageous position, still possessed an unyielding and inviolable aura.

"You… what's your name?" someone in the room asked first.

Han Binghong didn't react immediately.

"Please answer the question, Judge Han!" Lai Bing said in a deep voice from the side.

"What is this! It's like interrogating a criminal, this is too much!" The female judge's expression changed, her beautiful eyes widening, exuding an imposing aura.

"If Judge Han wants to remove what's on her body, she must obey us. If she doesn't cooperate, she can choose to go back; we won't force you…" Lai Bing said from the side.

Han Binghong was furious, but helpless. Since she had come here, she was destined to be manipulated; she only hoped to remove what was on her body as soon as possible. Because the urge to urinate has its limits, her urethra and bladder were already starting to hurt.

"Han Binghong..." The female judge turned her face away, looking very reluctant, her voice barely audible. She was always the one sitting on the judge's bench questioning others; she never imagined she'd be experiencing being questioned herself. Was this retribution?

"Louder! Make sure everyone here can hear you... understand?" Lai Bing pointed out from the side.

Han Binghong was speechless with anger. It was utterly shameful; these scumbags and scoundrels.

After a pause, Han Binghong finally suppressed her resentment and raised her voice: "My name is Han Binghong..."

Taking the first step meant the beginning. The men in the darkness exchanged knowing glances, lewd smiles creeping across their faces.

"Excellent answer... worthy of a judge... very professional... There are many more questions to come. You must answer truthfully, upholding the code of conduct for judges, without falsehood, understand!" one of the men in the audience spoke up.

Han Binghong's heart tightened upon hearing the voice. It sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. She tried to recall, but her thoughts were jumbled.

Just then, someone in the audience asked again, "What's your age? What's your occupation? What's your position? Which organization do you work for?"

Han Binghong angrily turned her head away. The other person was deliberately probing, clearly trying to humiliate her as much as possible. But with their leverage over her, she could only lower herself. Han Binghong never imagined she would end up like this.

To end this relentless torment as quickly as possible, she steeled herself and answered each question. The sudden change in roles was overwhelming.

"Someone reported that you used the recess in court today to commit adultery with a witness in the waiting room. Is that true?"

Han Binghong's mind went blank. "No...no...that didn't happen..." she cried, her face flushed, denying it loudly.

“But it’s rare and unusual for the presiding judge to meet with witnesses privately in the waiting room. How does Judge Han explain this?”

It was that familiar male voice again, but Han Binghong had no time to think about it. She was desperately trying to exonerate herself; these people were too cunning and treacherous.

“I…I…” Han Binghong’s face flushed red, she hesitated, her mind blank, all words seemingly vanished. The usually eloquent judge was at a loss for words to defend her innocence.

“Such a lewd female judge deserves to be recorded in history!” The men whispered amongst themselves.

“She’s really lewd, you wouldn’t believe it…”

“She pretends to be so upright on the surface, but she’s incredibly lewd inside!” The men murmured.

Han Binghong’s chest heaved with anger, preparing to retaliate and defend her dignity.

One could imagine the men’s despicable and shameless faces; they were truly vicious.

But in her extreme predicament, a sudden thought flashed through her mind:

"This is a trap!! They're trying to corner me; the more I explain, the less clear things will become..." Han Binghong suddenly realized.

The innocent will clear themselves!

By remaining silent, she could silently thwart their scheme. Thinking this, she calmed down.

"It's your mouth; say whatever you want..." Han Binghong said disdainfully.

After all, she was a seasoned judge; her contemptuous attitude and a few words dissolved everything, catching the men off guard. This female judge was indeed extraordinary, which further fueled their desire to completely conquer her.

"What is your purpose in coming here?" the man asked.

"...You summoned me...Quickly remove what's on me..." the female judge remained composed and calm.

"Hmm...very efficient...very much the mark of a judge, truly awe-inspiring..." the men praised.

"Since Judge Han is so direct, let's begin now. Judge Han, please take off your clothes..."

"This..." Han Binghong was momentarily at a loss. Taking off her clothes under the gaze of men was something no woman could easily do.

"What, are you still considering? We don't have much time..."

"These scumbags..." Han Binghong cursed inwardly. She knew that taking off her clothes tonight would inevitably lead to humiliation. Rather than slowly enduring this insult, she preferred to end it quickly and decisively.

Han Binghong took a deep breath, looked around for a while, and after much deliberation, as if making a final decision, she slightly turned her body and unbuttoned the first button of her clothes.

The air seemed to freeze. The men fell silent, all eyes focused on the female judge. Witnessing a noble high-ranking court judge's striptease was a thrilling experience for anyone.

Han Binghong suppressed her shame, her face burning red as if from the men's gazes, and hesitantly unbuttoned her clothes one button at a time.

"Ah...is this real?...Why would I do such a thing..." Han Binghong felt her face burning hot.

But things seemed to continue irreversibly, and even she didn't know if she should stop.

With all the buttons undone, the female judge hesitated for a moment before finally taking off her top, turning her head to the side to avoid the men's focused gaze.

Her movements were so shy and hesitant, yet every gesture was full of beauty in the men's eyes.

After taking off her top, she was left with only an ivory-white lace bra. Her fair skin and rounded shoulders were adorned with delicate straps leading to the bra cups, creating a distinct and deep cleavage. A small portion of her fair breast was exposed, making them drool.

The room seemed to be empty except for the female judge. The men held their breath, their eyes fixed on her mature and voluptuous body, admiring every subtle movement and expression.

Han Binghong suddenly felt lost and unsure how to proceed, but the men didn't urge her; they simply watched quietly, as if they knew what was about to happen.

Han Binghong had no choice. Rather than endure this humiliation, she might as

well steel herself and go for it. With this thought, she seemed to convince herself, calmed her tense emotions slightly, took a few deep breaths, her chest rising and falling slightly, and slowly unbuttoned her skirt, enduring the humiliation as it slowly slid down...

The air seemed to freeze; no one wanted to break the moment.

As the skirt fell to her knees, her right foot gently slipped out of her high heel. Then, with delicate grace, she pulled the skirt and slipper off together. She put her right foot back into the heel before pulling off her left, her movements elegant, only slower than usual.

The men watched intently, the room silent.

Once the skirt suit was off, her figure was almost entirely revealed, the close-fitting, sexy clothing adding to her allure. Gray-black sheer stockings clung to her full, long thighs, the chastity belt barely concealing her pubic area, a few pubic hairs peeking out playfully from its edge. Her wasp waist and shapely hips outlined a perfect curve.

Han Binghong had never experienced such an embarrassing situation. She would rather stand there completely naked than endure this torment of shame. But what the men wanted to see was precisely this action driven by shame and inner conflict; the woman's expression was one of extreme embarrassment, which was what gave them the most pleasure.

Each piece of clothing that fell away seemed to witness the female judge's gradual descent into depravity. Han Binghong was finally about to remove the last vestige of modesty from her body.

Her jade-like hand reached behind her back, finding the hook of her bra. Her high, fleshy breasts suddenly became even more erect and alluring. With a "snap," the bra slipped off the hook. The female judge had no way out; her movements became decisive. The bra straps slid down her arms, and her full breasts, suddenly freed from support, sagged slightly but quickly regained their firmness. The two nipples on her dark areolas stood proudly erect, as if defying the lewd men.

The female judge threw the bra on the ground, unsure of what to do with her hands, feeling extremely awkward.

This was a near-perfect body: high, firm breasts, two plump, fleshy thighs encased in sheer stockings, exceptionally sexy and alluring, slender jade feet in high heels, and a seductive chastity belt on this dignified body, making one's blood boil.

...

Like a goddess descended from the heavens, pure and holy, with a noble and extraordinary aura, she was not to be profaned.

Yet her sexy figure clearly stimulated the men's sexual senses; beneath their trousers, each man secretly raised his "gun "

in salute to the female judge. The men began to sigh and whisper, as if discussing something.

"Why...why is this happening..." The female judge stood there helplessly, shaking her head like an exhibit.

"A very nice figure...thank you for your performance, Judge Han..."

"Quickly untie this..." Han Binghong endured the men's lewd teasing and said angrily.

"What did you say?" Lai Bing suddenly stood up. "Please watch your attitude, Judge Han. This is not a courtroom, not a place where you can call the shots!..."

Han Binghong was so angry she couldn't speak, instinctively covering her body with her hands.

"Now you are asking us to do things for you, watch your tone, don't always be so arrogant and domineering! Do you understand..."

The female judge had suffered greatly, but in the end, she had to lower her guard; ending this humiliation would come at a price.

“You need to be very clear about what you want us to do, otherwise we won’t understand…hehe…”

Han Binghong almost cried. She couldn’t believe she had to beg others to humiliate her. Such a shameful thing was unbelievable.

Han Binghong swallowed hard, took a deep breath, as if there was a cliff in front of her, ready to jump.

“Please…please open this…chastity…pant…” the female judge said, feeling incredibly wronged.

“Hmm…speak more clearly, show some authority in court, say it again…” an older voice among the men said.

Han Binghong bit her lip in anger, and under the man’s insistence, she had no choice but to say it loudly again.

“Hmm…finally willing to put down the high-handedness of a judge. Good, since Judge Han has said so, we can’t just ignore it. Now, let’s ask Dean Ma to do it…” Lai Bing said like a host. “

Now, Judge Han, please lie down and lift your buttocks up…”

“No…what is this…I don’t want to…” Han Binghong cried out angrily.

"This is a necessary step to remove the chastity belt, because the hidden lock is located at Judge Han's anus. This position is necessary for easy operation. Please cooperate, Judge Han..." Lai Bing said, feigning seriousness.

Han Binghong's face flushed red. This man was too lewd. The female judge turned her head away angrily, ignoring him.

"It's unthinkable for Judge Han, with her strong sense of self-respect, to do such a thing. Lai Bing, please help her... give Judge Han some face. She still needs to appear in court..." Lai Wenchang said.

Han Binghong was startled by this voice. It sounded familiar, but before she could think further, Lai Bing, following his master's orders, forced her to kneel on the ground.

"No... don't... let me go... I don't want this..." the female judge resisted fiercely.

"Damn it... you won't listen to reason..." Lai Bing slapped the female judge's buttocks hard.

"Ah..." Han Binghong screamed.

"Baldy!... come here..." Lai Bing called over Boss Peng's men.

"Tie her hands..."

"No..." Han Binghong screamed and struggled desperately.

"Baldy" tied the female judge's hands behind her back.

"Hmm... alright... this position is most like a female dog! Tonight, let Judge Han experience how a female dog is in heat..." Lai Bing laughed loudly.

"Beast, you will die a horrible death... you are the dog... you are a heartless lackey..." Han Binghong's face flushed red with inhuman humiliation. She struggled desperately, but with her hands tied behind her back, she could not move and could only maintain the position of her buttocks raised high, her forehead pressed against the floor. "

Now, please have Dean Ma unlock it..."

Dean Ma then stepped forward, squatted behind the female judge's large buttocks, and felt the snow-white and smooth mounds of her buttocks with his withered and thin hands before slowly unlocking it.

"Please don't worry, Judge Han, it will be opened soon, but you must not move, otherwise it will hurt Judge Han's body, understand?" Dean Ma said as he operated.

Han Binghong knelt on the ground with her heart in her mouth, and could only pray in her heart that the other party would not go too far.

Dean Ma fiddled with it for a while before untying the chastity belt. When he took it off, it was soaking wet. The vibrating dildo inside her vagina was out of power, but it was also covered in the judge's vaginal fluids.

"It seems Judge Han's desire is still quite strong..." Dean Ma said, placing the vibrating dildo and chastity belt in front of the judge.

Han Binghong was mortified at the sight of these things; words were futile, the facts spoke for themselves.

"Let me go... I... I need to urinate..." Han Binghong had no regard for her pride anymore; she feared she would lose

control of her bladder if she held back any longer. "Hmm... no problem... Judge Han will be able to urinate soon, but there's one more thing to do before that, please bear with it for a moment..." Dean Ma said, unscrewing a tube of ointment and placing the nozzle against the judge's slightly protruding anus.

Han Binghong was startled: "No... what are you doing... stop..." Her body twisted incessantly.

Lai Bing immediately stepped forward and held the judge down. Dean Ma laughed, "Judge Han has two holes here. I'll be fair and let you choose one..." He then stroked the pubic hair between the judge's buttocks.

"Don't be nervous, Judge Han. Please choose one of the entrances. If you don't speak, then I will make the decision for you..." Dean Ma said, pressing the ointment tube against the female judge's small and delicate anus, about to push it in.

"No...not here..." the female judge cried out.

"Hehe...then where do you want me to insert it, my chief judge..." Dean Ma laughed.

Han Binghong didn't know what to do. Saying it out loud would be like asking a man for something, which was too shameful. But if she didn't say it, that shameful place would be humiliated. She was in a dilemma.

Just as she was hesitating, a sharp pain came from her sensitive anus. The old man behind her had lost his patience.

"No...no...stop...I choose the one in front...the one in front..." Han Binghong screamed in fright because she knew what the consequences of anal humiliation would be.

"Hmm...this is it...I thought you agreed if you didn't say it! But 'the one in front' isn't very clear. Such vague wording is not allowed in court. Judge Han can't be unaware of that, can she..."

The strong female judge was almost crying.

"Say it clearly, or I won't wait for you anymore..." Dean Ma pressed his hand harder and pretended to insert it again.

"It's the vagina..." the female judge shouted without thinking this time, her face turning red.

“Hmm… Since it’s Judge Han’s request, we have no reason not to comply. Let’s insert it into Judge Han’s vagina then…” The shameless Ma Qingzang deliberately made the last word long and loud.

Han Binghong was so ashamed she wanted to die. She really didn’t know what crime she had committed in her past life to deserve such humiliation.

“Alright, Judge Han can urinate now, don’t hold it in! Baldy, bring the chamber pot…” Dean Ma said after squeezing out the ointment.

“Coming…” Baldy quickly brought a wooden chamber pot.

Ma Qingzang untied the female judge’s hands and feet, threaded a rope down from the ceiling hook, straightened one of Han Binghong’s legs and lifted it up, then placed the chamber pot between the female judge’s legs.

“Haha… What a bitch urinating… Dean Ma… You’re really something…” Lai Bing laughed loudly.

“You beasts!… May you die a horrible death…!” Han Binghong was deeply insulted, her pretty face bulging with veins, and she cursed loudly.

"Judge Han, you can urinate freely now..."

"No... let me go... I need to go to the toilet..." Han Binghong was forced into a position like a dog trying to urinate, extremely embarrassed.

"What?...Does Judge Han need us to catheterize you?" “

No…no…let me go, I need to go to the toilet…” Han Binghong cried out, her face flushed.

“This chamber pot is your toilet, Judge Han, please don’t be shy…”

“No…I don’t want to…” Han Binghong was so angry she wanted to cry. These guys were inhuman.

“It is indeed indecent to urinate in front of so many people. Judge Han, a person of such high taste, would never do it. Let me help you…” Lai Wenchang said, holding a feather and squatting down next to the female judge. He held her smooth thighs, which were stretched straight

, and gently teased her urethra with the feather. “Ah…” Han Binghong shivered. The urge to urinate, which she had been holding back to the limit, could no longer be controlled. Her urethra loosened, and a stream of white urine suddenly shot out, unstoppable.

“Ah…” Han Binghong closed her eyes tightly in despair.

“Swish…” The urine hit the wooden basin forcefully, making an indecent sound. Everyone gathered around to watch closely.

"Oh my god..." Han Binghong felt a wave of dizziness. A wave of intense shame overwhelmed her. To be forced to urinate in such a shameful position in public was an unbearable humiliation, a merciless blow to her self-esteem and dignity.

But once the pressure in her bladder was released, it was impossible to stop. Like a river bursting its banks, it was unstoppable. Or perhaps her bladder simply didn't want to hold back any longer. The release of her pent-up desire brought a moment of intense pleasure. The stream of urine continued to gush out powerfully. The female judge's body relaxed, and amidst the extreme shame, a hint of pleasure unconsciously appeared on her face.

"Hmm...you're really enjoying yourself...like a shameless bitch..." the men murmured to each other.

The flashbulbs on the cameras continued to illuminate the female judge's urination process from different angles.

"No...no..." Han Binghong was deeply hurt by the intense flashes of the magnesium light and the men's words. Her pure personality had been subjected to the most vicious insults, and the wound to her soul was the most painful and profound, especially for a woman.

The female judge was on all threes, one leg extended behind her, shamelessly urinating like a dog. A strong sense of shame overwhelmed her, and once the urine started flowing, she could no longer stop. In her consciousness, she kept contracting her urethral sphincter, trying to slow down the flow, but the urine began to come out intermittently. Her long, white, rounded thighs stretched back, twitching and shaking from time to time.

"Ugh...you've urinated so much...Judge Han..." Dean Ma waited until the woman's urine had mostly dripped out before pulling the wooden basin out from under Han Binghong. It was already about half full of pale yellow urine.

Han Binghong was a mature, resilient woman with strong mental fortitude, but faced with this inhuman cruelty, her carefully constructed psychological defenses seemed incredibly small and fragile. This wasn't just ordinary humiliation; it was a naked distortion of humanity, a fatal blow to her self-confidence.

"Take a look for yourself, Judge Han!" The man shamelessly placed the wooden basin filled with urine in front of the female judge.

Han Binghong was utterly humiliated and angrily turned away. These people were so vicious! Why were they doing this to her? She had never provoked them! What had happened…

Dean Ma reached his bark-like hand to the female judge's chest, grabbing her drooping, spherical breasts and wantonly fondling them, like caressing a pet: “Hmm… those breasts are really heavy…” The old man's withered hands squeezed and kneaded her elastic breasts, the smooth, white flesh bulging out from between his fingers.

“Alright, I'll let you have some fun after you urinate…”

Han Binghong fainted from the old man's lewd play, but after urinating, she did feel much better. Just when she thought everything was over, a faint itch spread from deep within her vagina, slowly radiating throughout her body, a feeling as if it were emanating from the deepest part of her being. 02-25
(Fourteen)

"You beasts... what have you done..." The female judge looked up and demanded, her lower body feeling as if countless ants were burrowing into her, a restless heat coursing through her. Han Binghong's expression was one of terror, a truly horrifying sign.

"Hehe... I just wanted you to experience what it's like to be a beast..." Dean Ma grinned wickedly, placing an empty tube of ointment in front of the female judge.

Han Binghong recognized it as a veterinary aphrodisiac.

"This is a long-acting aphrodisiac, potent and long-lasting, and addictive. Continuous use will turn you into a slutty female animal. After tonight, Judge Han will have a dual identity. Use this time to reflect on your past..."

"No... you will all die a horrible death..." Han Binghong screamed shrilly, as if falling into an abyss of no return.

Dean Ma unscrewed a small bottle, poured in some powder, and then mixed it with water.

“Judge Han, don’t make a fuss, this is nothing. I’ll add a little more…” the old man said, gesturing for Lai Bing to act.

Lai Bing understood, grabbed the female judge’s hair and pulled it back, lifting her face, while his other hand tightly pinched Han Binghong’s nose.

“Ugh… ugh…” Han Binghong’s eyes showed terror, her small mouth forced open.

Dean Ma pinched the female judge’s slightly open mouth, poured the medicine down her throat, and then squeezed her trachea. Before Han Binghong could react, the medicine had already “gurgled” down her esophagus.

"Beast...beast..." Han Binghong coughed violently, cursing as she coughed.

The man chuckled lewdly.

Time passed, and the effects of the drug gradually took hold.

A throbbing, oppressive feeling coursed through her body. Han Binghong's cheeks flushed, her mouth went dry, her heart raced, and her mind grew increasingly muddled. She felt incredibly anxious, the itching in her lower body intensified, and her desire for intercourse grew stronger.

"No...no..." The female judge, subjected to the drug both internally and externally, made a final stand, but her pitiful self-control was so insignificant in the face of the powerful drug. Her body was gradually overwhelmed by desire, and her remaining rationality was slowly eroded.

The men watched the unfolding events in silence.

The deep itch in her anus felt like a thousand ants crawling into her heart, tormenting the female judge's mature body. Han Binghong's eyes blazed with fury as she frantically reached behind her and scratched her buttocks, but it was to no avail. The maddening itch came from deep within her body, and Han Binghong was nearly driven mad with desperation, helplessly writhing her large buttocks.

"Hehe...she's starting to get horny...it's quite a sight to see her in heat..." the men laughed.

Ignoring their shameless comments, the once dignified and elegant female judge lost all composure, slowly losing control as the drug began to dominate her body and mind.

"No...no...help me..." The female judge, as if on fire, sweat beaded on her forehead, her brows furrowed, anxiously looking at the men beside her. The once stubborn judge now seemed to have forgotten her status, no longer caring about appearances; her psychological defenses began to melt away under the intense heat of lust.

"How do you want us to help you? Tell us clearly..."

"I...I..." The female judge's body convulsed, her mouth trembling as if searching for the right words in her mind, a sliver of consciousness still remaining in her subconscious.

To say anything like that would be an insult to someone of her status; how could such vulgar and filthy words come from the mouth of a people's judge!

But the drug's effects were relentless in her body; her juices flowed like a burst dam, running down her thighs. The unbearable pain deep within her felt like a thousand ants were biting her; Han Binghong was going mad.

"Put it in...help me...I can't take it anymore..." Completely different from the haughty judge who had entered the room, the once noble and self-assured woman now looked at the man with pleading eyes, almost begging, her eyes brimming with desire.

"Speak clearly, otherwise we won't know what to do...remember to be sincere..." the man said coldly.

"Oh God...what kind of tragedy is this..." The judge was consumed by lust, her blood seemed to be burning, her reason flickering like a dying lamp before a storm, the flame threatening to go out at any moment.

"Please help me...insert...me...there..." A powerful sense of shame overwhelmed the upright judge; the usually dignified and authoritative woman uttered vulgar words.

"Where are you inserting it? Explain yourself clearly..." the man pressed relentlessly.

"...Oh my god...why are you doing this to me..."

"Say it!" "Say it out loud..."

"Little hole..."

"Say it completely..." The man didn't stop there.

"...Please...insert my little hole..."

The dignified and solemn judge in the courtroom closed her beautiful eyes and forced herself to say the unbelievable words. The men finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lai Bing untied all the ropes binding the female judge and pointed in Lai Wenchang's direction, shouting, "Crawl over there..."

Han Binghong seemed to be living in the darkest depths of hell, but everything seemed to be just beginning.

Naked and alluring, the once proud female judge, driven by lust, forgot her status and crawled step by step towards the man.

"To show Judge Han's sincerity, lick my toes first..." Lai Wenchang, sitting in the chair, took off his socks and stretched his smelly feet to the female judge's mouth.

Han Binghong wrinkled her nose, her confused face full of disgust.

"If you don't lick, I'll give you this 'Hundred Beast Pill' and make you wish you were dead..." Lai Bing threatened from the side.

"No...don't..." Han Binghong shook her head repeatedly, knowing these people were capable of anything.

The female judge no longer hesitated, hastily cupping the man's foot in her hands and bringing it to her mouth. She immediately smelled the pungent stench of his feet. The beautiful judge frowned, glancing at it with utter disgust. After a moment's hesitation, she opened her mouth and put the toes in.

Her tongue tasted salt, and at the same time, a pungent, salty stench filled her nostrils, almost making her vomit.

"Hehe...lick carefully, lick every crevice between your toes clean..." the man lewdly chuckled, enjoying the beautiful judge's discomfort. Her delicate, high nose bulged, revealing her nostrils twitching, and her clear eyes showed panic.

"How does it taste?" "Judge Han..." the man said comfortably.

His lust grew stronger, and Han Binghong had completely abandoned all dignity, shamelessly licking her filthy toes. The lust made her dizzy, her temples throbbing as if on fire. The aphrodisiac had fully penetrated the mucous membranes of her cavity, its powerful effects clouding her senses.

If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that this woman was once the dignified and composed presiding judge in court.

"Mmm..." The female judge no longer resisted, hungrily sucking on the man's filthy toes. The scent of his feet suddenly seemed pleasant; the stench of his feet seemed to alleviate the lust within him, as if only constant inhalation could suppress the rising desire. As his toes

were sucked by the female judge's lips and licked by her slippery tongue, the man occasionally let out a comfortable sigh.

"Hmm...very hard..." The man admired the female judge's desperate sucking motions. He thought of how this woman had once sat on the solemn judge's bench, so dignified and awe-inspiring, her once sacred mouth a guardian of law and justice, now so lowly. A surge of pleasure welled up within him.

"Squeak...squeak..." Whether intentionally trying to please the man, the female judge made sounds while sucking. A person with a strong will could change so quickly in an instant; ultimately, it was the effect of drugs—drugs used on animals! They far exceeded the body's capacity for endurance, and will, as an appendage of the body, naturally annihilated after its vessel collapsed. The materialist dialectic that matter determines consciousness seemed to be validated in the female judge's case.

"Alright..." Lai Wenchang withdrew his foot with satisfaction. The female judge seemed to have lost something, suddenly at a loss, her lips trembling slightly, her breath coming in gasps. She waited blankly for the man's conquest.

"Turn around, lift your buttocks up..."

"Ah..." Han Binghong sighed deeply, like a bitter woman

finally finding relief. The excellent people's judge abandoned the most basic sense of shame, turned around, lowered her upper body, and raised her plump, white buttocks high towards the man. Due to the persistent itching in her vagina, her buttocks writhed shamelessly.

"Slap..." Lai Wenchang's hand rose and fell, striking the thick flesh of her buttocks heavily.

"Ugh..." Han Binghong tilted her head back, letting out a beast-like moan, her large white buttocks twisting incessantly.

Lai Wenchang was completely naked, his fleshy body hanging down, but beneath his bulging belly, a massive erection stood proudly, pointing upwards at a sixty-degree angle, its shaft gleaming black, the triangular glans extremely thick and protruding, like the head of a venomous snake. To avoid the aphrodisiac in the woman's body, he wore a condom.

Lai Wenchang knelt behind the woman, his large hands pressing down on her buttocks, his penis pressing against her wet opening.

"Hehe...so wet...you slut..."

"Oh..." Han Binghong could no longer hear what the man was saying. At this moment, she only hoped to be penetrated as soon as possible. After feeling the presence of the penis, she twisted her buttocks, trying to align her vaginal opening with the glans.

"Judge Han seems to be very horny...is her husband not satisfied with her..."

But the man seemed to see through her intentions. His penis was not in a hurry to penetrate, but rather it ground against the open petals of her vaginal opening, occasionally touching her clitoris, which made the woman's anxiety rise.

"No...don't bully me anymore..." The female judge, who was on the verge of a mental and physical collapse, was almost crying out.

"So slutty..." Lai Wenchang ruthlessly insulted the noble and pure female judge, and suddenly, like a cannon being loaded, his penis slammed all the way in.

"Ah..." Her flower core trembled, and a tingling and sweet current rushed along the nerve center to her brain. Han Binghong was like a long-suffering woman being watered by rain. Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and she couldn't wait to move her buttocks to meet him.

“Hehe, Judge Han, don’t be so impatient… Master has saved up enough for tonight, he’ll feed you slowly, I guarantee you won’t be able to handle it…” The man lewdly laughed at the female judge who desperately wanted to mate.

“No… don’t say that…” A trace of shame flashed through her remaining consciousness, and the female judge pleaded in utter embarrassment, but it was only a fleeting thought. The torrent of desire had already taken over her entire body, washing away all moral ethics and chastity. At this moment, what she craved was intercourse! To mate like a lower animal without any scruples, without caring who the mating partner was, as long as he was a male of the same kind with a penis!

“What’s the difference between humans and animals? Judge Han, do you understand?” the man behind her asked shamelessly, his thick penis pounding into the female judge’s vagina like a cannon, his belly, piled with excess fat, constantly slamming against the female judge’s beautiful buttocks, making shameful fleshy sounds.

“Plop… plop…” The penis made a wet sound as it went in and out of the vagina.

The pleasure from friction filled the woman's hunger.

"Ah..." Han Binghong seemed to have lost her nature, immersed in a boundless sea of desire, swept into a vortex of carnal pleasure, chasing the most primal human joy.

The penis moved smoothly in and out of the cavity filled with ointment and vaginal fluid. Each time the glans struck the cervix, the woman let out a sweet moan. The current of pleasure rippled through every pore of her body. Under the dual effects of the aphrodisiac, the orgasm arrived early. When the familiar contractions appeared in the pelvic area, the woman became proactive and frantic.

But the man controlled the situation. When the female judge showed signs of orgasm, the penis slowed down, slowly until it stopped thrusting.

"No..." The female judge realized the man's intention and desperately thrust her hips, but the penis cruelly withdrew, leaving only the glans at the entrance.

Han Binghong almost cried in desperation, her hips thrusting and chasing the penis, wanting to swallow this hot penis that she both loved and hated, but the man ruthlessly held her hips down.

"Why...why are you doing this to me..." The female judge, only one step away from the peak, plummeted in despair.

"Now it's time to answer questions..." Lai Wenchang grabbed the female judge's hair, pulling her bewildered face up.

Han Binghong felt like she had fallen from the clouds, twisting her head in pain, lamenting the injustice of fate.

"Tell me, what's your name..." Lai Wenchang asked, tugging at her hair.

The usually quick-witted judge seemed unable to shake off the game of men, still immersed in the afterglow of lust.

"If you want to be fucked, you have to answer the questions honestly!" Lai Wenchang tightened his grip on her hair.

"Tell everyone what your name is..." the question was repeated.

The tearing pain in her scalp brought the female judge back to her senses; this place was worse than hell, even being raped required paying a price first.

Realizing she was in this reality, the once-strong female judge had to abandon her dignity. Her lips trembled slightly as she weakly uttered three words: "Han...Bing...Hong."

As soon as the words left her lips, she remembered her former identity, something she had tried to forget since the insertion of the penis. The man had reactivated her resistance at this moment to repeatedly suppress her will to save herself.

Lai Wenchang knew that this strong woman had only temporarily lost her willpower; once the drug wore off, her original thoughts would return. Therefore, to completely conquer her, he had to repeatedly torment her mind, gradually eroding her will, like pulling someone drowning—pressing them down, pulling them up, pressing them down again, repeating this process until her mental support crumbled in fear, her last glimmer of hope shattered, and she finally gave up her inner resistance, ultimately surrendering wholeheartedly.

"Han Binghong! As a state cadre and presiding judge of the High Court, you abused your power, knowingly broke the law, and provided your husband with court secrets for personal gain. You condoned your husband's gambling activities, devised schemes to steal and sell large amounts of state secrets, and sought illicit profits. The facts of your crimes are clear, and the evidence is conclusive. What crime should you be charged with?"

"No...no..." Han Binghong cried out, trying to defend herself, which indeed aroused her resistance.

Lai Wenchang didn't give her a chance to continue, forcefully pulling the leash, and Han Binghong was immediately rendered speechless.

"You are morally corrupt and have a decadent lifestyle, engaging in promiscuous relationships, disregarding the majesty of the law, and even committing adultery with a witness in the court waiting room, doing something worse than that of a pig or a dog. The circumstances are particularly serious, and it is an outrage against both gods and men. According to the Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China, what crime should you be convicted of?" Lai Wenchang asked sternly.

"No...no...it's not like that...I...I..." The female judge, on the verge of tears, protested desperately, wanting to refute but unable to find the words.

"Now for the second question!" Lai Wenchang didn't let the female judge speak, forcibly accepting the charges as fact.

"What are you doing right now?" Lai Wenchang continued to ask.

What a shameless slander! Han Binghong wanted to cry but had no tears, feeling resentful but helpless. She still wanted to defend her character, but the man forced her to move on to the next stage.

"Say it now, what are you doing right now!!!"

Such a low-level question, it was an insult to the intelligence of a senior judge, but the female judge, who had regained her senses, didn't know how to answer such a shameless question.

"Tell everyone, what are you doing..." Lai Wenchang demanded, his hand slapping the female judge's buttocks until they trembled.

"Ah..." The female judge cried out in pain, her mind becoming clearer.

"Slap slap..." One slap after another.

"Will you talk or not..."

"Ah... no... don't hit me... I'll talk... I'll talk..." The female judge begged for mercy repeatedly.

"...Having sex..." The female judge turned her face away, avoiding the gaze of the men watching.

"Well said..." The man suddenly moved, thrusting back heavily.

"Ah..." Han Binghong was caught off guard, her delicate flower core severely injured.

The man stopped after penetrating all the way in.

"Where is your glans touching now?..." Lai Wenchang asked repeatedly without giving her a chance to catch her breath.

"Ah...so embarrassing...why are you doing this..." Han Binghong couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Say it!" Lai Wenchang pinched the female judge's buttocks hard.

"No...don't..." the female judge cried out in pain.

"Say it..." the man shouted sternly.

"...uterus..." Han Binghong was mortified.

"Whose uterus!"

"..." The female judge was speechless.

Seeing that the woman remained silent, Lai Wenchang withdrew his penis and then grabbed the pubic hair in the female judge's perineum and yanked it hard.

"Ah..." The female judge screamed in agony like a pig being slaughtered.

"Han Binghong's uterus..." This time, the woman dared not hesitate any longer.

After speaking, the female judge was overwhelmed with shame and lowered her head, letting her hair cover her face.

"Please... don't ask anymore... don't ask anymore!" Han Binghong almost cried and begged.

The female judge had already been forced into a death cell deep in her soul; if she continued to ask, she might suffer a mental breakdown.

"Good... all answers are correct. Now, let's award Judge Han. The prize is a high-end dog collar and an exquisite dog leash..." Lai Wenchang said, pulling the female judge's body up and picking up a collar from the side, putting it around the woman's neck.

"No... no..." Han Binghong realized it was too late; a dog collar was already around her porcelain-white neck.

Lai Wenchang, leading the dog on a leash, began the second round of rape. Han Binghong, quickly swept away by the penis, was plunged back into a torrent of pleasure. The pleasure from the friction in her vagina replaced any other need.

"How is it... Judge... are you enjoying it?" Lai Wenchang focused his firepower on her this time.

The female judge, still basking in the afterglow of the previous encounter, was quickly drawn into the carnal battle by the man. Her warm, tight vaginal walls sizzled with moisture, the mucous membranes contracting and writhing, enveloping the penis tightly. The delicate petals at the entrance were covered in clear vaginal fluid, repeatedly rolled in and out by the powerful thrusting of the penis, blooming with vibrant color amidst the relentless ravages.

The tingling and itchy sensation from the continuous thrusting of the glans against her clitoris was unbearably sweet. The electric current emanating from deep within her pelvic cavity triggered rhythmic contractions of her muscles, sending intense pleasure straight to her head. The female judge went mad.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... faster..."

The penis thrust in and out at high speed like a wound-up machine, the excess vaginal fluid and oil being squeezed out from time to time.

"Ah...ah..."

Han Binghong's eyes sparkled with excitement, she felt an intense, blissful sensation, her whole body trembling as if every cell in her body was melting. She couldn't help but let out a series of moans, a level of ecstasy she could never experience with her husband. The illusion of losing herself began to creep in.

"Ah..."

"Ah...good. So beautiful..." The female judge was overwhelmed by the pleasure of the orgasm, waves of electric current washing over her.

"...I'll kill you...you slut..." Lai Wenchang gritted his teeth, his attacks relentless, until the female judge was completely overwhelmed, screaming wildly incoherently.

"Ah...God..."

"...I'm dying...I'm dying...ha..." The female judge's cries were like sobs, she shook her head repeatedly, her bewildered face displaying a complex expression of pain and pleasure.

"Ah! Ah! Ah...no...oh...it's coming..." Her cries grew shorter and shorter, her words incoherent.

"Judge Han Binghong, you are inherently slutty. I now declare on behalf of the People's Government that you are a bitch for life!" The man thrust forcefully.

"No...no...stop talking..." the female judge pleaded.

She didn't want to argue anymore; it seemed all arguments were futile. Even she herself was beginning to believe the man's words. The facts before her spoke for themselves. Her inner defenses had completely collapsed; the traditional ideologies and moral values formed over decades had been swept away by the torrent of lust.

"I'll make sure you die comfortably..." The man thrust harder and harder, each stroke penetrating her flesh, until the female judge cried out in anguish.

"Hah...hah...hah...no more...oh...oh..." Han Binghong gasped for breath, her large, white buttocks twisting wildly, her breasts swaying wildly with her movements, her vulva shamelessly gripping the man's penis.

The female judge felt as if her heart was about to burst out, as if her life was about to be lost.

"Ah..."

She couldn't remember how many orgasms she had experienced. After being repeatedly injured, her vaginal fluid suddenly gushed out. Han Binghong screamed, her body trembling, then stiffened as if she had died, her body feeling like it was floating on clouds...

...

The man took aphrodisiacs, rested briefly, and before the female judge could catch her breath, began the third wave of his assault...

...

The night was so dark.

Han Binghong was amazed by the secrets of her body. Her lust was so intense, and the energy hidden deep within her body was fully developed by the man.

Lai Wenchang used various methods to rape her. Several orgasms almost made her faint. Her vaginal fluid gushed out again and again until finally he had penetrated her until she was like a lump of mud, lying dead on the floor.

Han Binghong felt as if her bones had been broken apart. In her consciousness, she vaguely felt that this body was no longer the same as before.

...

The Fall of a Female Civil Servant (Fifteen)

The South Lake in summer, with its clear waves.

Along the ten-mile lakeside, a gentle breeze blew, cicadas sang softly, and willows swayed.

Ren Dong Hospital boasts a pleasant environment, advanced equipment, and highly skilled and ethical medical staff.

The gentle and caring nurses are a beautiful sight, attracting a constant stream of patients.

However, beneath this seemingly loving and life-saving place, a dark and inhumane plan is quietly unfolding.

The perpetrators believe their scheme is foolproof, but justice prevails; where there is evil, there is justice, and those who commit evil will ultimately perish.

A battle between good and evil has begun in secret.

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Provincial Public Security Bureau.

Armed police officers stand ramrod straight on their posts, police cars constantly entering and leaving, creating a sense of solemnity.

The Public Security Bureau's office building is a symmetrical structure, like a giant screen, as wide as a football field. The sacred and solemn national emblem hangs in the center, its imposing presence and strict adherence to the law exerting an invisible deterrent effect on evil.

Some say the building exudes a murderous aura, and legend has it that someone died during its construction.

However, after its construction, the apartments in the building opposite it gradually fell into disrepair, a fact that is readily apparent.

The Criminal Investigation Department's technical section is filled with various testing instruments and computer equipment, resembling a research institution's laboratory.

Female forensic officer Han Bingchan is working intently; her focused demeanor reveals her as a meticulous and dedicated worker.

Her work ability is among the best in the provincial public security bureau; she has participated in solving many major cases and is a forensic technology expert for the bureau.

Han Bingchan is not only excellent at her job but also beautiful, a renowned beauty in the public security system.

Taller than her sister, with bright eyes and white teeth, her skin is fair and rosy, radiating a healthy beauty and giving off a youthful and energetic vibe.

However, her friends are puzzled by her choice of forensic medicine. They say that a beautiful young woman like her could have found a comfortable job; why insist on being a forensic doctor, dealing with those disgusting things all day?

She didn't care what others thought. Since being assigned to the technical department, she found herself enjoying the work. Seeing her colleagues' joy after solving cases brought her genuine satisfaction, because behind every success lay the fruits of her labor.

Criminal investigation is arduous work; providing accurate information to the detectives is crucial to solving cases. Every solved case embodies the hard work of the technical department staff.

The technical department is quiet, with the air conditioner quietly releasing its cool air.

"Ring..."

The phone rang outside.

"Xiao Han, it's your phone..."

the person outside called out.

"Oh..."

Han Bingchan put down her work and went to answer the phone.

"Hello..."

Han Bingchan picked up the receiver.

"Is this Xiao Han? This is Chen Zhenwu..."

Upon hearing this, Han Bingchan instinctively straightened up. Having worked in the military, she couldn't forget the old habit of hearing leaders and superiors speak.

Chen Zhenwu was the deputy director of the provincial public security department in charge of criminal investigation, and he greatly appreciated Han Bingchan's work ability.

"Are you busy right now? Could you come to my office for a moment..."

"Oh... okay... I'll be right there..."

Han Bingchan replied.

Han Bingchan temporarily put down her work, took off her white coat and hooked it on the hanger, straightened her police uniform, and walked out of the office.

The public security department's office building didn't pursue modern decoration, but had a bit of a retro feel, giving people a sense of calm and simplicity.

The dark, heavy rosewood doors and stair railings appeared ancient and profound.

The corridor was bustling with people, their footsteps hurried, as if everyone was on a mission. The officers' work style was known for its efficiency and cleanliness, and a serious, tense atmosphere permeated the space.

Han Bingchan arrived at Chen Zhenwu's office and knocked twice.

"Come in..."

Han Bingchan then pushed the door open.

Director Chen's office was large but not luxurious; everything was neatly arranged.

There were many safes and bookshelves on all four walls, and through the glass, one could see that the bookshelves were filled with various legal codes and books.

The desk, however, was simple, with only a few documents and a computer.

"Hello, Deputy Director Chen..."

Han Bingchan greeted Director Chen, noticing another female officer in the office.

"Ah... Little Han, you've arrived," Chen Zhenwu smiled.

"Let me introduce you... This is Comrade Han Bingchan," Director Chen stood up and introduced Han Bingchan to the female officer beside him.

"Hello, Officer Han..."

The female officer smiled and extended her hand to Han Bingchan.

Han Bingchan looked at the policewoman, whose face was as beautiful as a peach blossom and whose eyes were as bright as stars. Dressed in a dark blue police uniform, she was dashing and truly a police beauty. Her face was full of confidence, yet she gave off a very friendly vibe.

"This is Officer Ye Zi..."

Chen Zhenwu introduced to Han Bingchan.

"Hello..."

The two policewomen shook hands lightly.

Ye Zi had delicate eyebrows and refined features, possessing a beauty that could rival even the most beautiful women in the

Public Security Bureau. Han Bingchan was one of the most beautiful women in the bureau, and even she felt somewhat inferior in comparison. Ye Zi had gone undercover at Yuanda Group years ago. After the Yuanda case was over, she was sent to the headquarters of Interpol for training and returned to the provincial bureau a month ago.

"Officer Ye works in special operations within our police force. Her identity is quite confidential, and many people don't know who she is. You might not know her very well, Han Bingchan..." Chen Zhenwu said.

"Officer Ye just returned from abroad. There happens to be a case here, and we can't find a suitable candidate right away. I've discussed it with the comrades in the Criminal Investigation Department, and we'd like you to give it a try..." Chen Zhenwu said.

"Oh? What kind of case is it..." Han Bingchan asked.

"According to intelligence, we suspect that Rendong Hospital is conducting illegal medical experiments. This is a heinous act of greed and disregard for human life, and the provincial department attaches great importance to this case. However, since it is still in the early stages, the information is not yet complete, and there are certain difficulties in collecting evidence. The organization plans to send someone to infiltrate the hospital for undercover investigation. Because this is a medical case, we need comrades with expertise in this area. We have considered it, and Xiao Han, you are a very suitable candidate. This mission has a certain degree of danger, but as long as we do a good job in all aspects, we should be able to guarantee the safety of the personnel. Officer Ye has experience in undercover investigation, and she will be responsible for your safety. Xiao Han, if you have any special circumstances or difficulties, you can let us know, and we will do our best to help you solve them. The organization very much hopes that you can take on this mission,"

Chen Zhenwu said solemnly.

Han Bingchan was a little excited. Since the organization trusts her so much, she should seize the opportunity to make a breakthrough in her career.

Although she had achieved a lot in her work over the years, in this place teeming with talent, second- and third-tier personnel could only silently dedicate themselves, working behind the scenes as unsung heroes. Frankly speaking, even if they did it their whole lives, they would hardly ever get ahead. In the police force, only by making outstanding contributions could they rise above others.

"I'm willing to accept the mission!"

Han Bingchan said almost without much hesitation.

"Good, that's great, Han. I have a lot of confidence in you. I hope you and Officer Ye can work together sincerely and live up to the organization's expectations of you. Director Huang of the Criminal Investigation Department will carefully study the specific technical details and action plan with you. This operation requires absolute secrecy. Besides Director Huang and me, only the five leaders in the team will know about this operation. No one else will know. You two must also keep the operation absolutely secret and not tell anyone, including your relatives and husbands. Otherwise, it will threaten your own safety and affect the success or failure of the case. This is extremely important."

"Hmm..."

Han Bingchan and Ye Zi nodded in agreement.

"These are your new identities. The Public Security Bureau will have them on file in your household registration records, so no one can check them. Your personal files will also be transferred to Ren Dong Hospital through the personnel department. Just remember these new identities and get used to them until the operation is over."

Chen Zhenwu handed two sets of materials to the two policewomen.

Han Bingchan's identity was that of a doctor, and Ye Zi's identity was that of a nurse. They would be transferred to Ren Dong from other hospitals through personnel connections.

Because Ren Dong Hospital was newly built, it received a large number of new graduates from colleges and universities every year, and also accepted various talents transferred into the hospital through connections, so Han Bingchan and Ye Zi's identities would not arouse suspicion.

"I hope you two will carry forward the spirit of cooperation, advance and retreat together, and eradicate crime!"

Chen Zhenwu stood up and shook hands with the two policewomen to show encouragement. "Don't worry, the organization will do its best to protect you and support you."

Ye Zi and Han Bingchan's hands were clasped tightly together again. Standing under the showerhead,

Han

Binghong let the cold water relentlessly wash over her body, desperately trying to wash away the humiliation of that night from her memory.

The cold water lashed her beautiful face, and the sobering sensation only brought back those scenes.

Tears welled up in her tightly closed eyes, washed away by the falling water, but the tears in her heart could not be washed away. The humiliation was so deeply etched, the wounds on her soul long-lasting and difficult to heal.

"Who orchestrated this conspiracy? Who caused this ending? Who framed me? Who wanted to destroy my family and my career?…"

Han Binghong's mind was filled with too many questions. She knew there must be a reason behind this. Was Lai Wenchang and his group targeting her or Zheng Yuntian? She didn't know yet. She was a complete stranger to those people, with no conflict of interest. Why would they do this?

With so many people in the National Security Bureau, why did they specifically target Zheng Yuntian? Did they have ulterior motives, a bigger conspiracy?

She couldn't understand.

She only knew that Zheng Yuntian was inextricably linked to the whole affair!

After showering, she sat blankly on the living room sofa. The quartz clock on the wall pointed to nearly midnight. She heard the sound of a key unlocking the door; she knew Zheng Yuntian had returned.

"Huh… so late, still not asleep?"

Zheng Yuntian was surprised to find his wife still sitting in the living room.

Han Binghong didn't say anything.

Zheng Yuntian didn't notice his wife's unusual behavior either. He changed his shoes and was about to take a shower.

"Wait a minute…"

Han Binghong suddenly interrupted.

"What is it?"

Zheng Yuntian turned and asked.

"Where did you go?"

his wife asked indifferently.

"What's wrong, wife! If you're going to interrogate me, let me finish showering first! I'm all sweaty, it's awful…"

Zheng Yuntian exclaimed.

"How much did you win tonight, Director Zheng!"

Han Binghong mocked.

"What win or lose? I don't know what you're talking about..."

Zheng Yuntian's heart tightened, but he still pretended to be clueless.

"I...I'm going to take a shower first..."

"Stop!"

Han Binghong's eyebrows shot up and she snapped.

"What...what exactly is going on? Wife..."

Zheng Yuntian sensed something was wrong.

"You'll only know if you ask yourself. You should know what you've been doing these days..."

Han Binghong said with a sneer.

"I...I...I haven't done anything. It's the same old routine, going to work and coming home...Wife, what...what did you hear? Don't listen to other people's nonsense..."

Zheng Yuntian's forehead was sweating, and he couldn't help but swallow.

"Don't you know what kind of person I am? Listen to other people's nonsense! Humph...Zheng Yuntian...do you even know how to spell 'death'!"

Han Binghong said, throwing a large stack of documents heavily on the table.

"Open your eyes and look carefully..."

Han Binghong said angrily.

Zheng Yuntian picked it up and his heart leaped into his throat. "My God, those scumbags, Boss Peng and his gang, don't just want to know the secrets, they even want to harm my wife!"

"What happened, Binghong? Where did you get it?"

Zheng Yuntian sensed a growing sense of crisis.

"Hmph... That's ridiculous. Shouldn't I be the one asking that question? You actually stole documents from my safe to sell for money? Is money really that important to you? Zheng Yuntian... I was blind to your worth..."

"No... no... no... Binghong, listen to me, it's not as simple as you say. Actually... actually I... I... didn't want to... I was forced..."

Zheng Yuntian was so anxious he didn't know how to explain.

"Hmph... what a 'forced' excuse! Were those millions in your account also forced upon you by someone else?... Zheng Yuntian... I never thought you were this kind of person. If you dare to do it, why don't you admit it? What kind of man are you!"

Han Binghong had never been so agitated before. This wasn't her usual demeanor; the shock of the incident was too great for her.

"Alright!... You... you're going too far... I... I have my own difficulties... Do you think I wanted this? I... I'm only doing this to save this family..."

Zheng Yuntian cried out aggrievedly.

"Ridiculous, ridiculous..."

Han Binghong shook her head with a bitter smile.

"You... you didn't even ask what happened? Did you even consider my feelings? I... I... if I didn't do this... I might even lose my life... Yes... yes... it's all my fault, I caused it all, but I was also harmed by someone else!"

Zheng Yuntian cried out.

"Is that so? Is your life so precious that you can even sell your wife? What am I in your eyes?"

For a woman, nothing is more heartbreaking than being betrayed by the one she loves.

"Yes, I'm sorry... Hong... it was my fault... I shouldn't have done this... I... I've thought about it... at worst we can go abroad... anyway, I have money now... whether we do this job or not, our whole family can immigrate... huh?"

Zheng Yuntian knew he was in the wrong.

"Let me tell you, stop indulging in those naive daydreams. You still haven't woken up. You're already a puppet controlled by them. Do you really believe the promises they made to you? Zheng Yuntian, you're too simple-minded!"

Han Binghong sneered disdainfully.

"I..."

Zheng Yuntian's face flushed red.

"Hong, listen to me... I know I was wrong this time, but you have to believe me, I really had no choice. This was a setup from the beginning. I was in the open while others were in the shadows. If someone was deliberately plotting against me, how could I possibly hide? If you were in my shoes, what could you do? I was truly helpless at the time, and I didn't dare tell you..."

"Okay, even if you were innocent at the beginning, after it happened, didn't you have any judgment at all? On such a matter of right and wrong, the only way out is to confess to the organization. We're not saints, and no one can be infallible forever. You participated in gambling, which is a minor matter. At most, the unit will

just you a disciplinary action. Why get so deeply involved? You can't make a cow bow its head just because it doesn't want to drink water. Is money really that important to you?"

"I... I really wasn't doing it for the money. If I didn't listen to them, they would kill me..."

"Hmph, you're so easily intimidated?"

Han Binghong sneered. "In the end, you're still thinking about yourself. Have you thought about me? Have you thought about the children? Have you thought about this family?"

"How have I treated you? How have I treated this family? Don't you know?... "

Zheng Yuntian grabbed his wife's hand and said emotionally.

"I don't know! I only know that I was betrayed by the person closest to me. You can do such a thing, how can I trust you again! If it were you, would you still trust me? We are adults, don't say such nauseating things to me."

"Hong, this time it was my fault, I admit it. As long as you can forgive me, I can turn myself in right now. For you, for this family, I can give up everything, I just want you..." "

Is it useful? Is it still useful to say such things now?... "

Han Binghong pulled her hand away from the man.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and she turned her face away. There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart. If it weren't for this man's momentary lapse of judgment, she might not have suffered that inhuman humiliation.

Han Binghong had completely despaired of the man in front of her. It was because of his selfishness that she suffered the most shameless humiliation in the world. In Han Binghong's eyes, such a man was the most despicable, even worse than a beggar with backbone.

"Hong, forgive me... I really didn't know things would turn out this way. I just thought they wanted confidential information... If I had known they would do this to you..."

Zheng Yuntian tried his best to explain.

"Never mind..."

Han Binghong wiped away her tears and went straight to her room. All words seemed pale and meaningless.

A person is allowed to make mistakes, but she couldn't convince herself to forgive such a mistake, let alone love such a man.

This was the first time Zheng Yuntian had slept in a separate room from his wife since their marriage. He knew Han Binghong's personality; the possibility of mending this rift was extremely slim.

Although he had anticipated this outcome, Zheng Yuntian had no choice. Fate had taken away the woman he deeply loved, and he had no regrets.

He would respect Han Binghong's choice. His only wish was that Han Binghong would never suffer any more harm. In his heart, Han Binghong was his life, his everything. Meeting this woman was the most beautiful rainbow in his life. Since heaven wouldn't let this rainbow remain in his sky forever, he could only silently bless the woman who had brought him love.

He secretly vowed that if Boss Peng and his gang dared to do anything to Han Binghong, he would risk his life.

But Han Binghong wouldn't let him know what had happened to her. She knew Zheng Yuntian truly loved her, and if he knew about those shameful things, her image in his eyes would become lowly and contemptible, perhaps even worse than a prostitute—something she couldn't tolerate.

No one knew that such a drastic change had occurred in this seemingly happy family. The couple continued to go to work as usual, but their conversations dwindled. Although Zheng Yuntian tried, Han Binghong was cold and gave him no more chances. As time went on, Zheng Yuntian slowly gave up his last illusions, spending more and more nights away from home, drowning his sorrows in nightclubs.

Even so, he didn't touch other women, because in his heart there was only Han Binghong; he had no sexual interest in other women.

Han Binghong threw herself into her work, daring not to consider divorce, at least not now, because in the eyes of the world, a divorced family was abnormal. Regardless of the reason, whether it was the man or the woman, they would be subject to gossip and slander, especially the woman.

For a high-ranking cadre's family like hers, such an incident would be tantamount to telling outsiders that there were serious problems within the family.

This would be detrimental to her work.

Tong Haiguo's case had entered the later stages of trial, and there were more and more issues to handle. Thanks to Han Binghong's correct approach and the cooperation of the panel of judges, progress was going smoothly, everything was on track, and a successful conclusion was only a matter of time.

Han Binghong was no longer too worried about the case itself; what worried her most was Lai Wenchang and his gang. She didn't know what would happen next, but one thing she was very clear about was that things wouldn't end there.

Since being drugged that night, her body had undergone significant changes. She became easily irritable and restless, her desires were stronger than before, and her physical sensitivity had greatly increased. Even slight stimulation would arouse her sexual interest, and her genitals would often involuntarily leak vaginal fluid.

She even had to change sanitary napkins as frequently as if she were menstruating.

Her nipples were even more terrifying; even the slightest, unintentional touch would send her into a frenzy. Once, in the company restroom, she couldn't resist any longer and slipped her hand inside her bra to knead her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. The intense pleasure made her eyes water, and she almost moaned. Afterwards, she blushed with shame and stayed in the restroom for over ten minutes before daring to leave.

But her sex life with Zheng Yuntian ceased after that night. Sexual intimacy was her only source of sexual satisfaction. Now, Zheng Yuntian was going through a low period, having lost all hope of his wife's forgiveness. He was coming home less and less, and even when he did, they slept in separate rooms.

In the restless nights, Han Binghong could only find temporary comfort in bed with her fingers, but it was far from the pleasure of real sex, and utterly inadequate for her body, which had been drugged with aphrodisiacs.

Sometimes she even reminisced about the pleasure of being raped at Lai Wenchang's house that night, the overwhelming waves of orgasm, the trembling of her clitoris as the hot glans touched her clitoris, the contractions of her vagina, the electric shocks of pleasure—it was all so alluring, a gift from heaven to women!

Han Binghong had never craved real intercourse as much as she did now.

But the thought of it being the source of her lifelong shame made her feel utterly ashamed of her thoughts.

Although her lust was stronger than ever before, Han Binghong's mind was not clouded. After the effects of the drug wore off, she was heartbroken by her loss of control; the photos showed her as lewd and shameless, utterly repulsive.

But she knew this wasn't her true nature; it was the effect of the drugs. She kept justifying herself, defending herself deep within her pure heart.

But the changes in her body were undeniable; each time, desire triumphed over reason. Han Binghong could only deeply regret her actions after each act of masturbation, sinking into the mire of lust, unable to extricate herself, struggling and tormented by the chasm between desire and reason.

More than ten days later, Lai Wenchang sent her some photos taken during their previous illicit encounter, asking her to come to the villa that evening at 8 pm.

A person's body may submit, but as long as her heart doesn't, she is the victor.

Lai Wenchang, of course, understood this principle. The aphrodisiac could only temporarily cloud her judgment. He knew that Han Binghong was, after all, a highly educated judge with over ten years of experience handling cases, possessing rich social experience and a strong mental fortitude; making her submit wouldn't be easy.

As a highly educated woman who had achieved success in a patriarchal society, her psychological resilience and adaptability were unmatched by ordinary women. The values and worldview she had built over decades wouldn't change because of one or two setbacks. Those who have weathered storms possess mature and resilient minds; she could tenaciously survive setbacks, unyielding. For some women, hardship is the crucible that forges them into something truly remarkable.

To completely break this kind of woman, it was necessary to continuously reform her both physically and mentally, ignite her latent servility, gradually destroy her will to save herself, and sever her last hope for life. Only in this way could she be forced into self-destruction, falling into an inescapable spiritual hell.

To this end, Lai Wenchang tailored a complete reform plan for the female judge.

Faced with those obscene photos, Han Binghong was at a loss.

She had so sternly rebuked her husband, yet when faced with the same problem, she was not so decisive—perhaps this was a weakness of human nature.

After much deliberation, Han Binghong realized that in the current situation, she had no choice but to temporarily submit, as she was about to reach the first peak of her career, and at this time, she could not allow anything to damage her reputation.

She knew there was only one way forward: to survive, she had to rely on herself. Zheng Yuntian was already trapped; his fate was in the hands of others.

Although she didn't know what kind of humiliation awaited her this time, Han Binghong seemed no longer afraid. On the way to "Water Rhyme Courtyard," she felt a strange sense of anticipation, a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on. Perhaps it was her pride that prevented her from admitting what she was expecting.

The taxi sped through the night, and Han Binghong watched the shadowy figures recede through the window, her heart pounding as she thought about what was about to happen.

Her full thighs unconsciously tightened and gently twitched.

...

The air on the ground became humid and stifling, dark clouds churned in the sky, and a fierce wind whipped through the roadside trees; a storm was brewing.

When the car arrived at the villa, large raindrops began to pelt down.

Han Binghong suddenly felt a strange, inexplicable sensation, as if she were about to face the most brutal storm of her life.

The magnificent villa before her transformed into a den of demons in her eyes.

It was the same place as before, the men waiting for her in the darkness.

This time, however, a fierce wind howled outside, and raindrops pounded against the windowpane.

The chandelier inside swayed violently, and the torture instruments hanging on the wall added to the sense of dread.

For some reason, Han Binghong became unusually calm, perhaps because she knew the outcome would be the same, and felt a sense of peace.

Once a person breaks free from the shackles of their inner demons, nothing seems frightening anymore.

The people's judge stood like a warrior in the light, gazing at the wolves in the darkness.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, illuminating the entire room in a stark white light. In that instant, Han Binghong could see every face opposite her.

"Who exactly are you…?"

the female judge asked in a deep voice.

"You... really want to know?"

"Everything has a cause and effect. Even if I die, I have the right to know what crime I committed!"

"Good question! But now is not the time to answer. One day you will know!"

"Don't think you can control me, don't think you can do whatever you want. I, Han Binghong, am insignificant. As long as my conscience is clear, there is no knot in the world that cannot be untied. Show your true colors if you dare. I've never met you before, why are you deliberately targeting me?" "

Well said. Things must eventually come to a conclusion. Since you want to know, I'll give you a quick death!"

The man stood up.

"Follow me..."

The man walked out of the room.

Lai Wenchang led the group, turning left and right, seemingly heading towards the back of the villa. The wind and rain outside continued to pour.

After walking for a full ten minutes, they finally arrived at a hidden room underground.

Lai Wenchang pressed a latch in a concealed spot, and a well-disguised small door opened, only wide enough for two people. The light inside turned on at the sound.

The group filed in, with Han Binghong at the back. She surveyed the place, noting that it was a long, narrow passage built entirely of heavy boulders.

After a while, the path descended to stone steps. It took three or four minutes to climb them, until they reached the ground, their depth unknown.

Han Binghong wondered what their intentions were. Judging from the scale of the underground passage, this group seemed to be someone of considerable importance.

The sound of wind and rain outside gradually faded. Although the passage was sealed off, it didn't feel suffocating; the ventilation system seemed excellent.

Han Binghong grew increasingly uneasy as she descended, the tunnel becoming increasingly eerie. A chilling wind constantly brushed against the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

At the end of the passage was a large door resembling a vault. Lai Wenchang fiddled with the combination lock, taking several minutes to finally open it.

The heavy metal door was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind rushed out, sending chills down everyone's spines. By the dim, flickering candlelight, it was clear that the interior was a tomb.

After Lai Wenchang turned on the lights, the vast tomb resembled an underground palace. The arched ceiling was like the heavens, and the lights above were arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper, perhaps symbolizing the seven stars shining upon the deceased.

In the dim light, a finely carved white marble platform was visible in the center of the tomb, upon which rested a crystal coffin, surrounded by constantly lit lamps.

Han Binghong approached the coffin step by step. Inside lay a dead body, not decomposed, clearly treated, dressed in a pure white suit, lying on red satin.

Even with her strong constitution, Han Binghong couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, her heart pounding as if in her throat. One hand was pressed to her chest, she held her breath, and stared at the dead body's face.

"Ah..."

The female judge's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. The doubts in her heart seemed to be resolved in an instant, and everything became clear.

"Kneel down!"

A man's shout suddenly rang out from behind her.

(Sixteen)

"Zhuo Jintang...you are Zhuo Jintang!"

Han Binghong recognized the person in the coffin at a glance as Zhuo Zhenbang, whom she had sentenced to death years ago!

Han Binghong finally understood why Lai Wenchang's voice sounded so familiar.

Lai Wenchang sneered: "Two years ago, on a night, Zhuo Jintang completely disappeared from this world. Since then, there has been no such person as Zhuo Jintang. I am Lai Wenchang!"

As he spoke, a trace of vicious resentment flashed in his eyes.

Back then, when the police were hunting them down at sea, Master Zang had a sudden inspiration and took a risky gamble. He temporarily disguised Zhuo Jintang and the others and found several sailors with similar builds to them to impersonate them. He was a master of disguise. Because it was late at night at sea, the police did not expect this move and managed to get away with it.

Later, during interrogation at Tonghai Prison, the police discovered that the criminals had escaped. Because it involved the reputation of the Chinese police and Interpol, the police covered it up, ultimately ruling it an accidental death. Although there was a covert investigation, it was essentially dropped.

Zhuo Jintang and his gang escaped and traveled abroad. Zhuo Jintang obtained Canadian citizenship through various means and underwent a full-fledged disguise surgery in Japan, completely changing his identity.

Most of his assets were held overseas, and a little over a year later, he returned to China under his new identity, engaging in various investment businesses. "Shuiyun Tingyuan" was developed by his real estate company.

The past was vivid in her mind; Han Binghong couldn't believe this man had been so cunning.

"You slut, aren't you going to kowtow and confess to my son?!"

Lai Wenchang suddenly roared.

"No…no…"

Han Binghong was terrified.

Just then, someone kicked her in the back of the knee, and Han Binghong fell to her knees with a thud.

The person behind her forcefully pressed her head down, shoving her forehead to the ground.

"No...no...it wasn't me..."

Han Binghong struggled desperately.

Lai Wenchang grabbed the female judge's hair and slapped her hard across the face.

"Smack..."

Han Binghong was stunned by the blow.

"Still dare to talk back..."

Lai Wenchang said viciously.

Two lines of tears streamed down the strong female judge's face.

"Everything in this world has its cause and effect. Tonight is your night of atonement!"

Lai Wenchang's eyes flashed with malice.

"Zhuo Jintang, your son deserved what he got back then. I was just following the law. Even if someone else had presided over the case, the result would have been the same. Don't blame me..."

Han Binghong shouted.

"You vile woman, still daring to argue! You clearly harbor resentment towards me and want to kill my son."

"No...no...I don't know your son at all. I have no reason to do this...I always judge cases based on the facts, not the person...This case was approved by the Supreme Court. I did nothing wrong..."

Han Binghong said emotionally.

"Nonsense! Back then, I exhausted all my connections, begging you to show leniency. The severity of a sentence in this case hinges on the slightest margin. If you had just been a little more lenient, my son wouldn't have died! But you abused your power for personal gain, you were ruthless, and ultimately cut off my only son's lineage..."

Lai Wenchang looked at his prematurely deceased son in the glass coffin, tears welling in his eyes.

"No...it's not like that...I've always acted impartially, without any selfish motives. You can't blame me..."

Han Binghong tried her best to defend herself .

"Don't try that on me. You wanted to be Bao Zheng back then, and today I'll make you Chen Shimei..."

Lai Wenchang's hatred intensified.

"What are you going to do... Let me go..."

Han Binghong sensed something was wrong and struggled again.

Two men held her down tightly.

"Bring him up..." Lai

Wenchang said to his men.

Han Binghong didn't understand what they were going to do and looked around in terror. After a while, Lai Wenchang's men brought in a child. The child's eyes were covered with cloth, but Han Binghong recognized him immediately as her son, Liangliang! "Liangliang..." Han Binghong rushed towards her son. "Behave yourself..." The man held her down forcefully. "Mommy..." Liangliang recognized his mother's voice and kept calling out. "Liangliang, don't be afraid... Mommy's here..." Han Binghong's concern for her son was no different from that of any other parent; she would do anything for her child. "Please, please don't hurt the child, I beg you..." the female judge cried out urgently. "Hmph, now you know how important your son is? Look, my son is lying there, why? Because of you! It's all because of you! Today I'll make you know what it feels like to lose a child..." Lai Wenchang said with hatred. "Waaah..." Liangliang's blindfold was removed, and he cried in fright at what he saw. His cries were like knives cutting into his mother's heart, and Han Binghong was heartbroken. "Liangliang, don't cry, Mommy's here, don't be afraid... Ah... We'll go... Mommy will go home with you... Ah... Don't cry..." Han Binghong kept comforting her son. "Hmph... I'll let you go..." Lai Wenchang put a rope around Liangliang's neck. There was a gallows on it. "A life for a life, the law is fair, what else do you have to say..." Lai Wenchang grabbed the other end of the rope, and with one pull, he could strangle the child. "No...!" Han Binghong was going crazy. "No... release the child! I beg you... I'll do anything you ask... please release my child..." The usually strong Han Binghong cried. "Don't do this, I'm willing to listen to you, I'll do anything you want, I, please..." Han Binghong was heartbroken. The rope slowly tightened, and the innocent child was so frightened that he couldn't even cry anymore. Han Binghong collapsed like mud, like a prisoner about to be executed, almost fainting. The woman's heart had completely broken down at this moment. In such an environment, every mother in the world would only have one choice. "No... please, I swear I'll do anything you want, I'll do anything you want, please release the child..." The female judge didn't even have the strength to speak, crying like a broken-hearted person, she couldn't hold on any longer. "Is that so? You really will agree to anything?" Lai Wenchang asked. "I...I...I'll...I'll listen...I'll do anything. Please release the child, this will scare him...I beg you...I really will listen...I'll do whatever you say..." Han Binghong repeated desperately, pleading and kowtowing to the man, as if afraid the opportunity before her would vanish in an instant. The female judge was no longer the fearless people's judge who had entered the room, nor the upright and incorruptible law enforcement vanguard. She had been softened by the most primal maternal instincts. Any maternal animal, whether higher or lower, would make a choice without hesitation in this situation, including sacrificing itself. There is nothing more cruel than letting a mother watch her son die. "Believe me...I really will listen...I'll do anything..." The female judge completely broke down. Lai Wenchang knew that he had completely destroyed the female judge's resistance; she had completely surrendered. "Do you plead guilty?" Lai Wenchang pulled on the rope in his hand, and the rope pierced the child's thin neck. "I confess...I confess..." Han Binghong didn't think twice; her son's life was more important than anything else. "Fine! I swore an oath to use your blood to atone for my son's sins..." Lai Wenchang said, taking out a syringe. "No...don't do this..." Han Binghong was terrified, her face ashen. The man behind her grabbed Han Binghong's arm, and Lai Wenchang plunged the needle into the female judge's vein. Bright red blood was drawn into a glass tube. "Ah..." Han Binghong gave up struggling in despair. "Now take off your clothes and beg for forgiveness for my son..." Lai Wenchang threw a rattan cane in front of the female judge. "Please, let go of the child first. I promise you, I'll do whatever you say..." Han Binghong's eyes were filled with tears. She couldn't believe that what happened back then would lead to this outcome. If this happened, it would be tantamount to bowing to evil, and the dignity of the Republic's laws would be disgraced on her. How cruel this was for a people's judge! "No...this can't be..." Han Binghong hesitated. "Damn it, you've already forgotten what you said!" Lai Wenchang said, tightening the rope in his hands, his bright heels lifting off the ground. "Ugh..." The child's eyes seemed to bulge out. "No...no...don't..." The female judge was terrified and grabbed Lai Wenchang's leg. "I'll listen to you...let the child go...let my child go..." Han Binghong dared not hesitate any longer, and started to unbutton her clothes, taking off her top. Lai Wenchang grabbed a thorny branch from the ground, stepped on the female judge's back, and pressed Han Binghong's body to the ground. Then he threaded the thorny branch through the horizontal strap of her bra and carried it on the female judge's snow-white back. "Crawl over there! Kneel a hundred times for my son..." the man commanded sternly. "Ah...why...why is this happening? Who committed this sin..." The female judge's face was covered in tears as she crawled in humiliation. For her son, she would not hesitate to confess, even if it meant going through hell and high water. She had already accepted her fate. "Count them to a hundred... If you miss one, I'll make you regret it..." Lai Wenchang watched the female judge repeat the action, feeling immense pleasure. He poured the blood plasma from the syringe into a bowl. "Please, let go of the child first. He's still young, he can't take it... I'll listen to whatever you say... I'll listen to you... Please..." the female judge pleaded desperately.

"That depends on how well you behave... Your son's life is in your hands, understand?"

"I know... I understand..."

The female judge nodded repeatedly.

Lai Wenchang then released the rope in his hands: "Hurry up and kowtow to my son to confess your sins!"

Upon hearing this, Han Binghong immediately began to kowtow repeatedly to the dead man, fearing that the man would not be satisfied. She kowtowed more than seventy times in one go, until her shoulder blades ached and her neck felt like it was about to break, but for her son, she had to persevere. This was her retribution, and she couldn't let her innocent child suffer.

After a hundred kowtows, Han Binghong's forehead was covered in sweat, and strands of hair clung to her face, making her look even more tragically beautiful.

All of this would leave a shadow on the child's young mind, a lifelong injury for him. She couldn't let this continue.

"Please... take the child out... whatever you ask me to do... I'll agree to anything..."

the female judge pleaded pitifully.

"Will you really obey?"

Lai Wenchang placed a washboard-like wooden board in front of the female judge.

"I'll listen... I'll listen to everything... My child is still so young... I beg you..."

Tears welled in the female judge's eyes.

"Alright... I'll believe you this time. Remember what you said."

Lai Wenchang gestured for his men to take Liangliang away.

"Come... Write your confession now... Kneel here," Lai Wenchang ordered the female judge, pointing to the washboard.

Han Binghong endured the humiliation. The edges of the washboard were newly carved and very sharp. The stinging pain on her knees as she knelt brought her back to her senses, making her recall the events of that year more clearly. Perhaps this was the man's intention!

Lai Wenchang laid a sheet of white paper in front of the female judge, then placed a bowl of blood on top of it. "Write with your heart... A sincere confession. Write your crimes in your blood to comfort my son's spirit in heaven..."

The man threw a brush in front of the female judge.

"Ah... What a terrible tragedy... Is Heaven truly blind? Did I really make a wrong judgment back then? Is there really karma in this world...?" Too many questions filled the female judge's mind.

But at this moment, there was only one thing she had to do: write according to the man's wishes, turning black into white, ugliness into good, and wrong into right. In this hellish place, she endured humiliation and forced herself to extinguish her conscience, sinking into endless depravity.

"Han Binghong, born March 25, 1967, ancestral home in Jiangsu and Zhejiang..."

Han Binghong's hands trembled as she copied word by word from the manuscript provided by the man, using her own blood to fabricate fictitious events, attaching fabricated charges to herself, and forcibly imprisoning herself in a bottomless abyss of injustice.

Tears blurred her vision, dripping and splashing onto the still-wet blood, the blood and tears mixing like an accusation against the darkness of the world.

Han Binghong managed to finish writing that absurd confession, then collapsed to the ground like a heartbroken death row inmate, sobbing uncontrollably.

Lai Wenchang grabbed the female judge's hair and pulled her face up.

"If only you had known this would happen! Now read the confession from beginning to end, loudly, so my son can hear..."

Han Binghong wiped away her tears, her hands trembling as she picked up the confession, her lips quivering as she read it word by word, like a convict being interrogated in prison, finally forced to confess to the crimes imposed upon her!

After the female judge finished reading with heavy heart, Lai Wenchang snatched the confession, laughed loudly, lit it on a candle, and placed it in the fire pit.

"Zhenbang, today your father has avenged you, using this bitch's blood to pay tribute to you..."

Lai Wenchang grabbed a bowl from the ground and sprinkled the female judge's blood onto the raging fire.

The firelight illuminated Han Binghong's pale and tragic face, and in the leaping flames, she seemed to see the condemned prisoner from years ago grinning at her.

"Is it my fault or the law's fault? Isn't the law supposed to be just? Why is it like this?"

Strange questions inexplicably flooded Han Binghong's mind. In this eerie and cruel environment, she was filled with doubt, even questioning her past actions.

Lai Wenchang pulled the rattan cane from the woman's back and began whipping the once arrogant judge repeatedly.

"Ah...ah..." Han Binghong screamed in agony as she was beaten.

"Now I'm beating you on behalf of my son, to atone for your sins with your soul!"

The man swung the rattan cane without mercy. Although the force wasn't heavy, red welts quickly appeared on the female judge's plump, snow-white back.

"Don't hit me...ah...please...don't hit me anymore..."

the female judge cried out pitifully.

"Do you know why you've ended up like this?"

the man roared.

"I...I know...I wrongly judged your son...it was my fault...don't hit me anymore..." To avoid physical pain, the female judge no longer cared about right or wrong. At this point, it made no difference whether she spoke or not.

"Wrong!!!"

Lai Wenchang roared viciously, "That's because you were born into the wrong family, a woman! Your retribution today is because your mother gave birth to the wrong person. From now on, you will pay the price for the word 'woman'!"

"No...no..."

The strong female judge could no longer hold back, tears streaming down her face.

"Take off your pants too..."

Lai Wenchang shouted at the female judge.

Han Binghong trembled with fear at the man's angry shout. After entering this tomb, it seemed that her will to resist had been ripped from her mind. Her defenses were as if they were invisible, leaving no trace.

"Brother Ma! Thank you for your trouble..."

Lai Wenchang said to Ma Qingzang.

"No problem..."

Ma Qingzang grinned sinisterly.

The large lights in the tomb suddenly turned on, making it as bright as day.

A gynecological operating table was pushed out from some corner.

"...My son's life cannot be compensated by a few kowtows. If I release your son, you will have to compensate me with another one..."

Lai Wenchang did not let the female judge in front of him off easily.

Han Binghong had no idea what this insidious man was planning, and she no longer had the strength to endure any more torment.

"Get her on the operating table..."

Ma Qingzang gestured to Lai Wenchang's men to lift the female judge onto the operating table.

"No...no..."

Han Binghong struggled wildly

, kicking her limbs. Several men forcibly pressed her onto the operating table, securing her hands and feet to the supports with belts.

"What are you doing...please...let me go..."

the female judge cried helplessly.

"Judge Han, don't be too nervous. Removing the IUD is a minor procedure, it'll be quick, about ten minutes, don't worry!"

Dean Ma said, putting on rubber gloves, while others prepared surgical tools such as scalpels and scissors.

"My God! They're going to remove my IUD!"

Han Binghong suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, almost fainting.

Removing the IUD was a small matter, but the purpose of the removal chilled her to the bone: the man wanted to get her pregnant!

"No... I don't want this... Please... let me go..."

the female judge suddenly screamed, her body twisting and turning, but it was all in vain.

"Now that things have come to this, Judge Han, don't be so stubborn... This so-called cause and effect is the result of your own actions, you can't blame anyone else, reflect on your actions!"

Ma Qingzang put on gloves, picked up a scalpel, and with a "hiss," cut open the pink panties, tearing off the fabric.

"...Oh God... why are you doing this to me... did I really do something wrong? Is this God's punishment for me?"

The female judge cried out in vain, swallowing her tears.

The old man inserted his thin hand into the female judge's vagina, forcefully pushing it as far as possible, probing around the cervix for a while, then slowly pulled it out, separating his fingers under the light to observe the state of the woman's cervical fluid.

The fluid between his two fingers was stretched long but did not break, its viscosity being very high.

"Hmm... Judge Han's ovulation period is really normal..."

Ma Qingzang said with satisfaction.

It turned out he had already examined the female judge last time and accurately calculated that these few days were Han Binghong's ovulation period.

"Beasts...you inhuman beasts..."

Han Binghong wept for her misfortune. If being a woman was the biggest mistake of her life, she wished she had never been born.

"What type of IUD does Judge Han have? Please tell me, it will make the surgery much smoother, and I will minimize your pain..."

Dean Ma pressed his hand, clad in a medical rubber glove, against Han Binghong's inner thigh.

The cool sensation from her groin brought the female judge back to reality.

The old man's words were quite practical; this was standard gynecological procedure, and they would always ask the patient before performing such surgery.

Han Binghong's mind was in extreme confusion. She hadn't yet accepted what was about to happen, and she couldn't even remember what type of IUD she had. That little thing had been inside her for seven or eight years; she had completely forgotten its existence. Now, asking her was truly a difficult question!

"IUD removal is a minor surgery, but because it's not a direct-vision procedure, it relies entirely on touch and experience, so it's still a bit challenging. Also, Judge Han, your IUD has been in place for quite some time, so I need to know its type beforehand. But don't worry, if your situation isn't too unusual, with my skills, there won't be any problems. Just relax and don't be too nervous... understand?"

Dean Ma was quite serious and responsible when doing what he was doing.

"I...I...I think it's a stainless steel Y-type..."

Han Binghong said tremblingly, seemingly forgetting that she was being forcibly removed, unconsciously falling under Dean Ma's gentle guidance.

"Hmm...this is relatively easy to do...Let me check if there's any tail string..."

Dean Ma said, squatting down and inserting a speculum into the female judge's vagina, unscrewing the screw to dilate the vagina, and then shining a spotlight deep inside.

Han Binghong lay supine on the operating table, her hands and feet immobilized, completely at the man's mercy.

At the base of her snow-white thighs was a lush valley, thick black pubic hair covering her mons pubis and thick labia majora.

Ma Qingzang inserted a long-handled stainless steel speculum deep into her vagina, revealing only layers of pink vaginal flesh at the end.

He used the speculum to part the abundant flesh inside, and sure enough, among a cluster of polyps at the glistening, fresh cervix, there was a thin tail thread—the remnant of the IUD placed inside the uterus, designed for easy removal.

"Okay... now take a deep breath... relax your body..." Dean Ma said as he took the long-handled stainless steel hook from his hand.

Han Binghong's heart raced. She was already terrified of the atmosphere in operating rooms, and now, naked and exposed before everyone, the dazzling surgical lights illuminating every part of her body clearly, filled her with both shame and trepidation.

Because she usually felt weak in the knees at the sight of doctors in white coats or the sound of scalpels and scissors, she felt the same fear and helplessness she had felt during childbirth.

"...Please...be gentle..."

By this point, the female judge knew everything was beyond repair and could only beg the man to have some mercy on her body.

The female judge before him was unbelievably weak; stripped of her legal aura, this woman was no different from an ordinary person.

Just as Dean Ma was about to insert the long hook into her vagina, he saw the female judge's cute little anus twitching and opening and closing due to tension. He mischievously stuck out his wet, slippery tongue and shamelessly licked it.

"Ah...no..."

Han Binghong hadn't expected the old man to be so filthy. Her sensitive anus, suddenly attacked, reflexively arched her back, trying to escape the disgusting teasing.

Han Binghong's anus was hidden deep within her buttocks, tightly closed at this moment. The surrounding pigmentation was dark brown, with delicate and tight lines, only the size of a little finger, very exquisite and delicate.

"Hehe... As expected of a Grand Judge... even her anus is so noble, um... so delicious..." Ma Qingcang ignored the female judge's protests and continued licking, his tongue playing with her delicate anus, the exquisite anal folds contracting even more tensely, opening and closing as if about to bloom. "Don't do this..." Han Binghong's face was flushed, constantly shifting her plump buttocks, trying to escape the old man's lewd play. "What are you afraid of? I don't mind the dirt, Judge Han! You've never been served like this before, have you... hehe..."

The old dean licked while observing the female judge's embarrassed expression through the black hair in front of him, realizing that his behavior had caused the woman a strong sense of shame, so he licked even more vigorously, simply sucking the female judge's anus into his mouth. "Ugh... no..." Han Binghong cried out, her two plump, snow-white thighs twitching uncontrollably. "Ugh ugh..." The old man pressed the woman's thighs tightly, sucking persistently. "Ah... God..." Han Binghong opened her mouth, her head tilting back repeatedly, her snow-white neck suddenly appearing longer. The feeling that her intestines were being sucked out almost drove the female judge mad, but the humiliation of her most private parts brought back shame to the judge who had lost her will. At the same time, a strange feeling rose up, a very familiar pleasure. "Ah... to have this feeling at a time like this, am I really a lewd woman?" The female judge began to doubt herself. After a while of sucking, Dean Ma licked his lips with satisfaction, then forcefully spread his buttocks apart, opening his anus as wide as possible until he could see the bright red anal flesh inside. "Stop... no..." Han Binghong felt a burning pain as if her buttocks were being torn apart. Her usually hidden anal muscles were suddenly exposed to the air, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. Her sphincter muscles contracted incessantly due to excessive tension, and what she found most unacceptable was that the old man began to lick her insides with his tongue. His wet, slippery tongue felt like a water snake trying to burrow into her body, making her extremely disgusted and repulsed. "Enjoy this moment while you can... In a little while, you'll be impregnated and pregnant like a female dog... You'll be giving birth next year..." "No... Don't do this to me..." The female judge almost fainted after hearing this.

Lai Wenchang was offering incense for his son, intending to sacrifice the female judge alive before him.

Ma Qingzang's manipulation, ironically, distracted the judge, causing her to relax.

The long-handled hook slowly inserted into the dilated speculum, and Dean Ma meticulously began his operation.

Han Binghong's brows furrowed, her hands clenched tightly, sweat streaming down her face. The

cold hook entered her body, making the judge hold her breath, her eyes wide with terror as she stared at it, like a sick woman awaiting a doctor's decision on her life. From this moment on, the trajectory of her life was forcibly altered.

"I'm sorry..."

Han Binghong was utterly desperate, her emotions incredibly complex. She didn't know why she was apologizing, or to whom. Was this her own fault?

Or was it simply that justice couldn't prevail over power?

None of this mattered to her anymore. Soon she would begin the second chapter of her life, and the one who would change her fate was this devilish, terrifying man before her.

The long hook searched for the IUD's tail thread at her cervix, the constant tugging and prodding bringing a mixture of tingling and pain to her delicate clitoris, filling her with both fear and anticipation.

Her body, already affected by the aphrodisiac, was no longer the same; even the slightest stimulation made her lose control.

The surgery proceeded smoothly as Ma Qingzang had predicted. Han Binghong didn't suffer much pain, and ten minutes later, the IUD that had been in her body for many years was removed.

After observing the female judge's IUD for a long time, Dean Ma took appropriate measures to help her recover as quickly as possible to facilitate conception.

He injected some feminine hygiene wash into Han Binghong, cleaning her uterine cavity.

Han Binghong was pale, like a patient who had just undergone major surgery, and barely had the strength to speak.

"How is it…?"

Lai Wenchang burned some paper money for his son, and seeing that Ma Qingzang had finished, stood up and asked.

"Hmm... much better than I expected. I've done special treatment, and I can give her the injection in half an hour..."

Ma Qingzang wiped the sweat from his forehead and removed his medical gloves.

"Another half hour?... Damn it... I can't let her get away with this... I'll use her to appease my son in this half hour..." Lai Wenchang finished speaking and ordered his men to put the female judge down from the operating table.

Han Binghong had lost all her spirit and could only submit to the man's manipulation. She began to regret her cowardice; she shouldn't have come to this place in the first place. Now she knew she had no right to criticize Zheng Yuntian. When faced with such a situation, there was truly no choice. Now, those things of fame and fortune were no longer important to her.

Lai Wenchang placed the female judge on the ground, then turned her over, tied her arms behind her back, and bent her thighs, piling her four limbs together like a pig being slaughtered. Han Binghong's body was shaped like a boat, and to prevent her face from being pressed to the ground, her head was forced back, and she begged for mercy in a pitiful voice.

"Let me go... I won't do it again..."

Lai Wenchang showed no pity, only hatred for this woman.

He lowered a thick rope from the ceiling above the coffin, with a large iron hook attached. He hooked the rope around the judge's back, then pulled the other end of the rope, slowly hoisting the poor judge up.

"Ah... no..." The judge, who had given up resisting, was suddenly hoisted high, screaming in terror, twisting her body violently. Her snow-white, plump body spun in the air like a white fish pulled from the water.

Han Binghong was suspended directly above the coffin. Looking down from above, she could clearly see the face of the dead person inside, which terrified her.

"No... no... let me down... please..." Han Binghong cried, her hands and feet tightly bound by the ropes. The man slowly loosened the ropes, allowing her to descend little by little into the glass coffin under his own weight, getting closer and closer to the dead person.

"No...no..." Zhuo Zhenbang in the coffin looked exactly the same as he did back then, only with a look of unfinished business.

The judge was nearly driven mad by the close proximity of the dead man's face, his beautiful yet terrified eyes tightly shut.

Two feet from the coffin, Lai Wenchang secured the rope.

Han Binghong cried out incessantly; this was the most terrifying thing she had ever experienced.

Amid the judge's mournful wails, Lai Wenchang offered libations to his son, comforting his beloved son's spirit in heaven.

Everyone present was awestruck by this shocking ritual: under the seven stars, a stunningly beautiful woman's body was suspended above the deceased's head, allowing the departed to witness the most tragic side of their enemy—the best offering for them, even the greatest grudge could be put to rest in peace. 02-25
(Seventeen)

Summer is always rainy, and often heavy.

South Lake was shrouded in a curtain of rain, its surface a vast expanse of white.

Han Bingchan stood by the window of her department, gazing at the drifting rain, her thoughts racing.

It had been almost two months since she accepted the organization's assignment and entered Rendong Hospital. Fortunately, everything had gone relatively smoothly. Out of discipline, she hadn't told her husband, only that the organization had a special project requiring her to leave for a period. Her husband, Yu Bo, also worked in public security, so he was very understanding. Besides, Yu Bo himself was very busy, and they didn't have children, so Bingchan didn't have many concerns.

The hospital's conditions were indeed quite good; she was assigned a new 160-square-meter, three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment as soon as she arrived.

Ye Zi, a nurse, was also assigned a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment. It was clear that the hospital valued its personnel system highly, maintaining connections with nationally renowned medical universities and hoping to attract more talent through generous compensation packages.

Rendong Hospital is a newly established joint-stock medical institution. Several of its shareholders are powerful conglomerates. The hospital adheres to a people-oriented philosophy, respects talent, and is eager to recruit capable individuals. Employee benefits are excellent, and several nationally renowned experts have joined the hospital. It boasts over 80 senior medical staff, making it a highly qualified institution. Its departments are well-equipped, demonstrating its ambition to develop into a comprehensive large hospital.

More importantly, Rendong has adopted advanced management models from its international counterparts. The entire hospital is equipped with a fiber optic network, a shared resource database, and all management is electronically managed, setting a very high standard.

Rendong's success also stems from its initial focus on high-tech medical care. It invests heavily in medical equipment, introducing many advanced foreign technologies and equipment. It possesses sophisticated large-scale instruments such as neuro-navigation systems and has mastered internationally synchronized surgical methods, including microsurgical procedures, stereotactic surgery, and deep microelectrode therapy. Neuro-navigation surgery, in particular, is arguably the most advanced technology in the world today.

Although young, Han Bingchan was a graduate of a prestigious military medical university, holding a master's degree. She possessed high academic achievements and years of clinical medical experience in the military, making her highly valued by the hospital.

Summer rain comes and goes quickly, a downpour followed by clear skies.

The sky after the rain was as clear as if it had been washed, the air filled with a fresh scent, coolness replacing the muggy heat, making one feel refreshed.

Bingchan remained lost in thought. This was her first time participating in an operation, and such a significant mission at that. For someone who usually sat in the laboratory, the pressure was immense.

For this operation, she made some changes to her appearance, mainly her hairstyle. She used to have short hair, but now she wore a wig with slight waves, making her look a bit more mature. This was primarily to avoid being recognized at a glance, as the chances of running into acquaintances in a hospital are quite high. For this reason, she added a pair of non-prescription glasses. After these modifications, along with the change in clothing, she was completely different from the Officer Han she had initially appeared to be. Without close inspection, she would be unrecognizable.

Undercover work requires rigorous training; ordinary people cannot handle it. Han Bingchan was no exception. Initially, she was very unaccustomed to it, as she had to be careful in everything she did, without giving anything away. Fortunately, Ye Zi tutored her. Ye Zi was very skilled in this area, as it was her specialty. However, she was a complete novice when it came to nursing. She had only learned a little nursing knowledge in two weeks, making her a "fresh graduate" nurse!

After nearly two months of contact, the two got along very well, as their personalities were similar and they got along well. Furthermore, Ye Zi had met Bing Chan's older sister, Judge Han Binghong, once before. Ye Zi had repeatedly inquired about her sister's recent situation from Bing Chan, as Han Binghong had saved her life years ago, and they hadn't kept in touch much since. It was truly a coincidence that she was now working with her sister.

The arrival of these two beauties added a striking element to Ren Dong Hospital, especially Ye Zi. Being unmarried, she had countless suitors, many of them sons of high-ranking officials and wealthy young men.

Ye Zi, however, was used to this, as she possessed the beauty that countless girls dreamed of.

But she was indifferent to fame and fortune. She believed in fate in love; while many young girls were vain, she considered them fleeting. She maintained a balanced attitude towards life, with only her career truly captivating her.

In fact, her personality was inseparable from her upbringing. Despite Ye Zi's cheerful and easygoing nature, she had a difficult past.

Ye Zi's father was once a leader in a state-owned enterprise, and the family was well-off. She could have had a happy childhood like other children, but because he upheld principles at work and refused to compromise his principles, he was framed and imprisoned, his family fortune was confiscated, and their happy family was destroyed.

Ye Zi was only in fifth grade at the time. Always an excellent student and model student, she suddenly became the daughter of a prisoner. The ridicule and contempt of her classmates left a deep shadow on her young heart.

Relatives, who had previously been warm-hearted, became cold and indifferent. Her young and beautiful mother became a target for some unscrupulous individuals. After her husband's imprisonment, she could no longer bear the gossip and hardship, and lured by money, divorced Ye Zi's father and ran off with a wealthy man.

Young Ye Zi spent her last year of elementary school with her grandmother, who had come from the countryside. Her grandmother had no source of income, and the two of them soon couldn't support themselves. That same year, in the bitter winter, her ailing father succumbed to the multiple blows and died unjustly in prison.

Zhou Shiru, a former comrade-in-arms of her father and a veteran police officer, took her in after learning about her situation and brought her to his city. Ye Zi spent her middle school years there. Influenced by Zhou Shiru, she applied to police academy after graduating high school and was admitted to the People's Public Security University of China with excellent grades.

Perhaps due to that unusual childhood experience, Ye Zi developed a strong sense of justice and a hatred for evil. From the day she entered police academy, she vowed to eradicate crime and corruption through her own actions.

Life's changes taught her a valuable lesson: you can only rely on yourself. Supported by this belief, she studied diligently, was sensible, and independent. Her university life laid the foundation for her future path; the crucible of the police force forged her resilient character.

A year ago, she was sent by her organization to Interpol headquarters for training. After years of honing her skills, Ye Zi has grown into a resourceful and courageous detective.

Ye Zi's job involves a lot of work. Nurses in large hospitals work very hard, especially in the emergency and inpatient departments, where the work is always seemingly endless.

The clock struck five in the afternoon, nearing the end of the workday, and the number of people in the hospital was gradually decreasing.

"Xiao Chen... someone's here to pick you up..." Nurse Lin Jing from the same department smiled at Ye Zi.

Ye Zi didn't immediately realize that Xiao Chen was herself!

Before she knew it, it was time to leave work again, and Ye Zi naturally knew who was coming to pick her up: Dr. Yang Yuanfan from the hospital.

This Yang Yuanfan was also one of Ye Zi's suitors, and she hoped to use her proximity to him to stand out from the many competitors. He was the eldest son of Yang Shujie, the hospital's vice president, and had studied in England. He was an attending physician in neurosurgery, appearing as a refined gentleman, a man of good character and appearance, with the charm of a mature man. Although he was in his early thirties, he was still unmarried.

Ye Zi didn't have any feelings for Yang Yuanfan; her only reason for approaching him was to learn more about Ren Dong Hospital from him.

Summer days are long, and even past seven o'clock, the sky wasn't completely dark yet; the crimson sunset lingered on the horizon, reluctant to fade.

Streetlights, however, had already come on early, and colorful neon lights flashed in a flurry.

The afternoon's downpour had washed the streets clean and, more importantly, driven away the unbearable heat. After dinner, people came out for a walk early, and the streets gradually filled with people.

The staff dormitory area of Rendong Hospital is located on Zhuxi Road, far from the city center, making it relatively quiet. The residential area is well-constructed, with newly built apartment buildings separated by over 60 meters of open space, featuring large green belts and subtropical evergreen plants everywhere. As

night deepened, the residential area gradually returned to tranquility, with peaceful light shining from each window.

Under the warm orange streetlights, a graceful woman walked along the clean cement road of the residential area, the streetlight casting a long, slender shadow behind her.

A white dress fluttered in the gentle night breeze, and high-heeled sandals made a rhythmic sound with each light step, sounding particularly crisp on the quiet night street.

Han Bingchan, wearing a short-sleeved round-neck shirt, sat upright in front of her vanity mirror, drying her wet hair with a hairdryer after washing it.

Looking at her slightly different reflection in the mirror, Bingchan had an indescribable feeling, only a vague sense that the road ahead was still long.

Living alone in a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment sometimes felt quite empty and uncomfortable, as if something was always weighing on her mind. In fact, she knew this was just one aspect of her state of mind; this was the life of an undercover agent.

"Ding-a-ling..." The pleasant doorbell rang outside.

Bingchan glanced at the alarm clock; it was 8:30.

Ye Zi was still punctual. Han Bingchan put down the hairdryer and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, an angelic woman in white floated in.

"Washing your hair?" Ye Zi asked casually, smelling the faint fragrance of shampoo.

“Yeah, it’s so hot, it’s uncomfortable if you don’t shower. Wearing that fake thing all day feels like having a blanket on your head, it’s really uncomfortable…” Bingchan said.

“You’ll get used to it. That’s how it is in our line of work; you have to learn to adapt to many things.” Ye Zi sat down on the light green leather sofa, the soft feel was very comfortable.

Han Bingchan took a can of cold drink from the refrigerator and placed it on the coffee table in front of Ye Zi: “Are you managing your work at the hospital?”

“Sigh, it’s been hectic, but thankfully nothing went wrong. By the way, do you have any leads?” Ye Zi asked.

“I’ve been observing several patients, but haven’t found anything particularly noteworthy. Perhaps the drug’s effects aren’t immediately apparent. Besides, with so many patients in the hospital, figuring out where they’re targeting isn’t easy. I’m worried we won’t have the time to keep investigating like this…” Han Bingchan said gravely.

“This is just the beginning. Of course, we can’t continue like this. The next step is to find a breakthrough. Have you noticed anything particularly interesting about the people and things in the hospital lately?” Ye Zi picked up the can of cold drink and snapped

it open.

“I haven’t really paid attention to that…”

“That neurology attending physician named Yang Yuanfan, I heard he’s the vice president’s son. I’ve managed to get some information out of him recently, but I don’t know if it will be useful for our operation. However, one thing is certain: not many people are involved in or aware of this drug trial. So, I think we need to shift our focus. We can’t blindly look for a breakthrough on the patients. Could we think of it this way: if the hospital is really conducting this dangerous experiment, deaths are inevitable. Although patients may die every day, starting from this angle would narrow our target range considerably, potentially increasing our chances,” Ye Zi said.

“Starting with the dead is indeed a good approach, but hospitals handle all deaths on the same day. Even for those that can't be handled that day, to obtain firsthand information, an autopsy is necessary, which requires the consent of the deceased's family.”

“To investigate a case, you can't just follow the rules! Did the criminals get the family's consent before using patients' bodies for experiments? To uncover their heinous acts, we have to take risks. I believe that as long as we can bring things to light, the deceased's family will eventually understand us.” Ye Zi took a sip of her drink and said meaningfully.

“Do you have any plans?”

“During this time, I've carefully observed the hospital environment. I don't know if you've noticed, but the building behind the morgue is usually off-limits to people. Doctors and nurses in the hospital are also restricted; they need the director's signature and certain special personnel to enter and exit. I asked Yang Yuanfan, and he said he didn't know either, guessing it might be where important equipment is stored. But I still think there's something wrong. Why would they choose to be next to the morgue?” Ye Zi said thoughtfully.

“Really… I hadn’t noticed that. What do you plan to do? Investigate that place?” Han Bingchan asked.

“Hmm… That’s exactly what I’m thinking. My intuition tells me this place is definitely unusual. The key to this case is evidence. Only by obtaining firsthand evidence can we bring the criminals to justice. Drugs can remain in the body for a certain period of time. Let’s assume there really are drugs or patients who died from drugs there. If we can get the deceased’s blood or muscle fibers, we’ll be confident…”

“If the body is moved from the morgue to that building, the time of death is estimated to be more than half an hour. Blood sampling might be difficult. DNA analysis of muscle tissue is useful, but it’s not very meaningful for identifying the direct cause of drug-induced death because different drugs have different metabolic rates. Generally, the most direct clinical method is autopsy, performing multi-enzyme testing on the soiled tissue. This is the most effective method,” Han Bingchan said.

“How long would it take to confirm drug-induced death?” Ye Zi asked.

“That depends on whether it’s an injection or another route of administration. Injection administration skips the absorption process and goes directly into the systemic circulation, making it more difficult to detect. If it’s an endoscopic administration, the drug is absorbed and enters the liver via the portal vein. If abnormal non-nutritive substances—the end products of drug metabolism—are found in the liver tissue, it can generally be confirmed. It takes about half an hour, but this requires the appropriate testing facilities,” Bingchan said.

Ye Zi fell into deep thought.

************

A summer night, a gentle breeze blew outside the window, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.

Moonlight, like water, softly spilled onto the windowsill, filtering through the blinds into the room.

Han Binghong tossed and turned in bed, her mind constantly replaying the scene in the tomb that night, and her son Liangliang, wondering how he was doing now.

Tears glistened in the darkness, soaking her pillowcase.

“If you dare to abort my seed, I’ll cut your precious son into pieces and can him up and put him in front of you!”

Lai Wenchang’s last words echoed in her ears—a warning!

Han Binghong had considered calling the police, but reality told her that it was tantamount to gambling with her son's life, with no guarantee of success. Lai Wenchang had hidden Liangliang in an extremely secluded place, impossible to find immediately, and even calling the police couldn't guarantee a quick resolution.

Furthermore, if Lai Wenchang discovered she had called the police, Liangliang would be in grave danger. He was ruthless; anything could happen if he was angered.

Soon after, Lai Wenchang sent Liangliang to a prestigious school abroad, promising Han Binghong a weekly video call with Liangliang and a monthly visit, on the condition that she obediently give birth to his child.

This was Lai Wenchang's tactic: he wanted to train this noble and beautiful judge into his lifelong sex slave!

He knew that with the child in his hands, he had no fear of the judge's resistance.

Han Binghong had no choice; her son was everything, her only hope. She would pay any price for Liangliang—it's the instinct of every mother in the world.

As it turned out, Lai Wenchang hadn't lied to her; Liangliang's life was indeed very comfortable. Initially, she was suspicious of Lai Wenchang's unusual kindness, worried he was up to some new scheme. However, seeing her son safe and sound, her concerns gradually dissipated. What else could she do for her son?

To legitimize Han Binghong's second pregnancy, Lai Wenchang orchestrated a scheme, fabricating and spreading news of Liangliang's accidental death.

It happened suddenly, but like an ordinary accident, Lai Wenchang made it flawless.

Relatives and friends believed it, expressing deep sympathy for Binghong's family tragedy. Her workplace also took good care of her, granting her special leave. Only Han Binghong herself knew the truth, but she couldn't tell. Her

close friends Gao Jie and Ling Yushuang were also kept in the dark. Fearing Han Binghong might do something rash, they stayed with her constantly for the first few days, comforting her. For any woman, such a tragedy would be the heaviest blow imaginable.

The most tragic figure was Zheng Yuntian. He didn't even get to see his son one last time. He only heard from others that Liangliang had fallen off the bridge, and because the river was so high, they couldn't even retrieve his body.

Having already lost his wife, Zheng Yuntian had fallen into the lowest point in his life, and just then, fate dealt him the sudden blow of losing his son – the cruelest blow anyone could suffer!

The family was utterly shattered! Zheng Yuntian began to despair. Han Binghong, seeing her husband's heartbroken state, couldn't bear it. To be honest, Liangliang was her son, but wasn't he also Yuntian's son? She knew that the pain Zheng Yuntian was experiencing far exceeded her own. What man could face such a cruel reality?

Although Zheng Yuntian had his faults at the beginning, Lai Wenchang had been targeting her from the start. Poor Zheng Yuntian was merely a stepping stone; he had walked into a trap set for him. In that sense, she was the one who dragged Zheng Yuntian down with her.

After suffering a series of heavy blows, Zheng Yuntian became even more depressed and dejected. Although Han Binghong had forgiven him, he seemed heartbroken and indifferent to everything. The death of his son was simply too much for him.

Han Binghong was experiencing the lowest point in her life, but in these bleak days, a long-lost joy brought her a sliver of comfort!

As this summer was about to end, the Tonghai Guotou bankruptcy case was also successfully concluded!

The Tonghai Guotou bankruptcy case was the first non-bank financial institution bankruptcy case in China at the time, and also the largest corporate bankruptcy case in China, as well as the first bankruptcy case involving a large amount of overseas debt.

After two years of arduous work by the members of the provincial high court's collegial panel, this landmark case, which attracted widespread attention from all sectors of society, domestic and foreign creditors, and colleagues nationwide, has finally been resolved!

Han Binghong and other judges demonstrated the style of China's new generation of people's judges to the world through their actions, winning praise from the entire society.

Over the past two years, with the support of the Supreme People's Court and the provincial government, they creatively carried out their work, pioneering the method of centralized entrusted enforcement, designating the court in the debtor's location to be responsible for recovering Guotou's overseas debts and investment rights. They organized more than 500 judges and bailiffs, mobilizing more than 10,000 person-times, and legally taking measures such as seizure, freezing, detention, auction, suspension, and termination, enforcing more than 280 cases involving nearly 18 billion yuan, ensuring the maximum protection of creditors' rights and effectively shortening the case handling period.

Their selfless dedication was highly praised and affirmed. Many foreign creditors expressed satisfaction with the trial results, commending the high efficiency of the Chinese judiciary and giving high marks to Chinese judges.

Most importantly, their work provided a basis and experience for the latest judicial interpretation and revision of the Bankruptcy Law, offering lessons for future bankruptcy cases and leaving an indelible mark on China's legal system. Their achievements speak for themselves.

Han Binghong, as the chief judge in this case, undoubtedly became the focus of public attention. From the moment Guo Bailing, the president of the Provincial Higher People's Court, announced the conclusion of the Tonghaiguo surrender case, the media reported on the trial process.

This case not only caused a sensation in the judicial community but also had a significant impact on society. Han Binghong became a media darling, with major newspapers using the headline "The Conclusion of the Tonghaiguo Surrender Case" on their front pages. Han Binghong's name became widely known, and some newspapers even used the phrase "beautiful judge" to attract attention.

The Supreme People's Court issued a commendation order to the staff who performed outstandingly in the Guotou bankruptcy case, and the Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Government also issued commendations, congratulating the judges of the Provincial High Court.

This honor was like a shot in the arm for Han Binghong, temporarily lifting the shadows from her heart. Frankly, it was an achievement every legal professional could dream of. Han Binghong's joy was palpable, and her pride greatly encouraged her. At thirty-two, she was reaching the peak of her career; if it weren't for Lai Wenchang's appearance, her life would have been almost perfect.

But fate had cruelly added this dark chapter to her destiny.

Weekends were the routine days Lai Wenchang arranged for her to call Liangliang, the time Han Binghong longed for most. Every time she saw Liangliang's adorable face on the screen and heard Liangliang affectionately call her "Mom," she hated how fast time flew by, because Lai Wenchang only gave her fifteen minutes. But for those fifteen minutes, she had to pay a heavy price.

First, she had to follow Lai Wenchang's instructions, wearing mourning clothes and kneeling before Zhuo Zhenbang's coffin to repent and apologize, keeping vigil for three hours.

After the phone call, she still had to endure Lai Wenchang's endless humiliation and training. Sometimes, Lai Wenchang would force her to stay and rape her all night long.

Lai Wenchang was very concerned about his future son and frequently conducted physical examinations on Han Binghong. Although she conceived under such terrible conditions, Han Binghong's early pregnancy was normal, and the fetus developed well. After three months, she began to experience pregnancy reactions, often feeling mild chest tightness, nausea, and loss of appetite.

Every weekend was a time of both longing and conflict for Han Binghong.

Because every year on this day, she had to secretly go to Lai Wenchang's villa to sell her body, and each time she felt like she had become someone's mistress.

In public, she was an upright and honest judge, a public servant of high moral character, but behind the scenes, she was someone's mistress and plaything. The stark contrast was unbelievable; how tragic!

But she could only force herself to accept this reality. A month, two months passed, and she slowly adapted to these two different identities. As the life of being disciplined became a habit, her servility was activated, and she gradually became resigned to reality. Her mindset slowly became more peaceful, and she no longer resisted such incomprehensible things.

A woman with higher education, a mature mind, experienced in handling affairs, upright conduct, and noble character—a judge who once considered herself a sacred enforcer of the Republic—had fallen to such a state. How much mental and emotional turmoil had she endured?

What troubled her most was the change in her stomach. Although it wasn't noticeable when she was dressed, it was clear after she took off her clothes that her once flat abdomen was slightly protruding, and her figure had also undergone subtle changes.

At this time, Lai Wenchang couldn't wait to start inducing lactation in her.

He obtained several lactation-inducing recipes from Ma Qingzang, and through injections, oral medication, and dietary therapy, he artificially induced lactation in Han Binghong.

Ma Qingzang's mysteriously obtained secret formulas were truly effective. After four weeks, Han Binghong began to feel her breasts swell, her areolas became darker than usual, and her nipples became harder and more sensitive. Her breasts also became much fuller and extremely elastic, and she couldn't help but squeeze them when they were swollen.

While inducing lactation, Lai Wenchang did not stop giving her aphrodisiacs, keeping her body in a constant state of arousal. She couldn't help but feel aroused even while walking to and from work, and sometimes while working in the office, her forehead would inexplicably flush, and she would feel a restless energy within her. With the slightest stimulation, her genitals would overflow with lustful fluids, and she would desperately want to have sex, but her disillusioned husband had lost interest in sex, so she could only suppress her desires.

Thus, every weekend became a day she longed for. Because in Lai Wenchang's bed ,

her body would be satisfied.

It was a real satisfaction that nothing else could replace.

This was a terrifying sign.

********** ... As the number of people and vehicles on Youyi Road gradually increased, Youyi Road, a major traffic artery and a prime commercial area, was lined with countless modern high-rise buildings, home to powerful and influential companies. The 39-story Huajing Hotel, while not the most magnificent building, was still unforgettable. Designed by European architects hired by the Jingye Group, its all-steel frame structure boasted sleek lines and extraordinary grandeur. Its exterior, painted with a matte purple-silver finish, shone brightly in the sunlight during the day and shimmered with neon lights at night. Its overall open design earned it the nickname "Qionglou" (meaning "jade palace"). Lai Wenchang, a major shareholder of Jingye, considered the Huajing Hotel his private palace. It was also where Lai Wenchang entertained powerful figures. Since business inevitably involved networking and networking, Lai Wenchang would bring government officials here, bombarding them with money and women, a tactic that was almost always successful. Therefore, this place had secretly become a gathering place for many powerful figures. They only needed to present a VIP card signed by Lai Wenchang to gain unimpeded access; all expenses were billed and handled afterwards. Compared to these small contributions, Lai Wenchang received immeasurable rewards from these politicians. It was precisely through this long-term strategy that he lured down batches of powerful bureaucrats, turning them into protectors of his illegal operations. At this moment, Lai Wenchang was in his office strategizing with his confidant Lai Bing, discussing obtaining government approval for the development and operation rights of the new Chishui Bay container port project. He realized that port utilities were a finite resource, and with China's accession to the WTO, the industry's prosperity would continue to rise, representing a new profit growth point.

To secure a project like this, traditionally monopolized by state-owned enterprises, strong support from relevant government departments was essential. Lai Wenchang had already invested considerable effort and smoothed things over with many connections, but Director Zhang Haoran of the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission was a man who refused to accept bribes, leaving Lai Wenchang at a loss.

He glanced at the clock; it was time to leave work. He figured he needed to find something to amuse himself. He picked up the phone and dialed Han Binghong's number.

What was this beautiful judge doing now? Lai Wenchang imagined her in her uniform, her proud breasts, and couldn't help but get an erection.

"Hehe…this slut, she was like a bitch in my bed last time. I really want to fuck her in the courthouse sometime…" Lai Wenchang recalled the scene of raping Han Binghong last weekend, and his lust burned fiercely.

At that moment, Han Binghong was tidying up her desk at work, preparing to leave.

Most of her colleagues from the court had already left. Han Binghong checked that nothing was left behind, picked up her purse, and prepared to go home.

Just then, her cell phone rang.

"Who is it?" Han Binghong was about to close the door and leave.

"Hello...who is this?" Han Binghong took her Siemens cell phone out of her bag.

"Your master..." came a middle-aged man's voice from the other end of the line.

Han Binghong was startled, at a loss for what to do, wondering what this man wanted now.

"Where are you?" the man asked coldly.

"At...workplace..." Han Binghong stammered.

"Hmm...wait at the main gate, Lai Bing will come to pick you up in ten minutes..." the man said in a commanding tone.

"Is...something... wrong?" Han Binghong asked cautiously, her fear of the man evident.

"Nothing...just my dick's hard, I want to fuck you..." the man said bluntly.

"..." Hearing such vulgar words, Han Binghong's ears burned, unsure what to do.

In the past, she would have angrily hung up the phone.

"So, did you masturbate in secret at work today?" Lai Wenchang humiliated the female judge on the other end of the line.

"No, no!..." Han Binghong blurted out, as if her secret had been exposed. Her chest heaved, and her breath came out softly.

"Hehe... you slut... still pretending to be high and mighty... I'll fuck you until you scream like a bitch..."

"..." The female judge was speechless, her heart pounding at the man's hot and lewd words, her palms slightly sweaty.

The usually elegant woman no longer resisted such obscene words; on the contrary, her lower body was unconsciously wet. Ever since she first couldn't resist going to the bathroom to masturbate, she knew she was no longer the Han Binghong she once was.

Hearing the female judge's soft moans on the phone, Lai Wenchang chuckled maliciously, imagining the dignified judge's embarrassed state on the other end.

The scorching sun baked the road like fire, the lanes were filled with cars, and the exhaust fumes made the air polluted.

People leaving work crowded the bike lanes, a sea of heads, and pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks.

Han Binghong, a handbag slung over her shoulder, stood in the shade of a tree in front of the Provincial High Court, avoiding the harsh ultraviolet rays. She wore a judge's uniform, and although she was over two months pregnant, she looked much the same as before. The uniform still fit her well, outlining her voluptuous figure. While the skirt suit wasn't extravagant, it possessed a unique dignity, emanating a noble and elegant air from her. The poise and self-restraint formed by her high-level education seemed natural, without any affectation.

Ten minutes later, a black Mercedes pulled up. The windshield rolled down, and Lai Bingchang appeared, gesturing for Han Binghong to get in.

Han Binghong glanced around instinctively, quickly walked to the rear door of the Mercedes, opened it, and got in.

Twenty minutes later, the car returned to the Huajing Hotel.

Lai Wenchang was sitting on the sofa, a plate of fruit and cream cake beside him, eating and watching television. It was a suite approaching five-star quality, a private palace he had specially designed for himself.

"Ding-dong..." The doorbell rang.

"Come in..." Lai Wenchang didn't move, leaning back lazily.

Han Binghong pushed open the door and walked in, standing timidly at the entrance.

"Come here..." The man didn't even glance at her.

Han Binghong glanced at Lai Wenchang, then carefully entered. Although her movements were very slight, her high heels made a captivating sound on the expensive stone floor.

Just from the sound of her footsteps, one could tell that she was an extremely refined and noble lady.

"What... have you forgotten what I told you again..." Lai Wenchang sipped his cream.

Han Binghong's heart trembled. She gently bit her lip, and slowly knelt down with a hint of humiliation. That was Lai Wenchang's instruction to her: before her master, without other commands, her only posture was to kneel!

"Judge Han has been making quite a splash lately, look... she's even on TV! It's a pity I'm so ignorant, I can't go and support her. If I hadn't heard from others, I wouldn't have known..."

Han Binghong turned her head to look at the TV screen. It turned out Lai Wenchang was watching a recording of her media interview.

On the screen, Judge Han Binghong was radiant, speaking eloquently and confidently to the media, displaying a commanding presence.

The female judge felt ashamed to face herself on screen and lowered her head in grievance.

The same person in different scenes, such a stark contrast—even Han Binghong didn't want to believe this was the two sides of her life.

But the reality was so cruel, and Han Binghong had to convince herself to face it.

"Come on... use your mouth to relieve my pent-up desire..." Lai Wenchang thrust out his enormous genitals.

Seeing that ugly thing, Han Binghong couldn't help but turn her face away, but finally, she endured the humiliation and crawled to the man's crotch. After a moment's hesitation, she gently grasped the thing that had entered her body many times before.

Feeling the warmth of the penis in her palm, the female judge sighed helplessly.

"Hurry up...don't dawdle..." the man called out.

A hint of resentment flashed in the female judge's eyes. She slowly buried her head between the man's legs, slowly opened her small mouth, hesitated for a moment, and carefully took the glans into her mouth.

"Oh..." The man felt his penis enter a warm, moist, and soft place, and couldn't help but let out a comfortable groan.

The dense pubic hair exuded the man's strong body odor. The female judge's senses were stimulated, and she slowly shed her initial restraint, sucking more and more smoothly, each time taking it deeper and deeper. The penis was soon covered with her saliva.

"Hehe...suck hard...looks like you're quite hungry too..." Lai Wenchang saw the elegant judge on TV giving him a blowjob, and his blood boiled. His penis suddenly swelled up in the female judge's mouth.

"Ugh, ugh..." A hint of fear appeared in Han Binghong's eyes as the penis in her mouth pressed against her palate.

The female judge's mouth was stretched full, and from her vigorous sucking, two adorable dimples appeared on her beautiful face. She grasped the base of the penis with her hand, her tongue swirling around the purple crown, carefully pleasing the grime. Her focus was concentrated on the lower edge of the man's glans, avoiding throat irritation while still providing him with immense pleasure.

Only when the man ejaculated could this all end!

The dignified and beautiful female judge continuously changed angles, giving the penis a comprehensive service.

Dignity and restraint had vanished.

Who could believe the sight before them!

A high-ranking judge, like a lowly bitch, was diligently sucking on the man's ugly penis, as if swallowing a wet popsicle, occasionally glancing at him to gauge his reaction and adjust her sucking technique accordingly.

This was the result of Lai Wenchang's two months of training; without seeing it with their own eyes, no one would believe this woman was Han Binghong, a renowned figure in the legal world.

"...Well done...you live up to your title as a high-ranking judge, truly a woman who makes a living with her mouth..."

The judge's soft, moist mouth was captivating; her pearly white teeth occasionally grazed the glans, making Lai Wenchang so aroused that he tilted his head back and gasped for breath.

Lai Wenchang stroked the woman's hair, enjoying the oral service of the revered judge.

Han Binghong's face turned from white to red, her almond-shaped eyes beginning to shimmer with desire; the lust within her had been slowly aroused by her own actions.

The female judge's saliva kept secreting as she desperately sucked, occasionally emitting lewd and obscene sounds.

This was the majestic judge in court, the goddess of justice who once sat solemnly beneath the national flag, chilling the hearts of countless criminals!

That sacred and inviolable mouth was now performing oral sex on a despicable man.

The man moved his hips back and forth in sync with the female judge's sucking and swallowing, indulging in the debauchery of that mouth and experiencing the pleasure of trampling on the law.

Han Binghong was infected by the increasingly lewd atmosphere, and her mind became confused.

The uniformed beauty completely abandoned her dignity as a law enforcer of the republic, shamelessly throwing herself into the piston-like movement of mouth and penis.

"Okay...stop..." Lai Wenchang suddenly pulled out his penis, stopping the female judge's sucking.

Han Binghong didn't know what had happened, her expression blank, looking unsatisfied.

The large, grotesque penis trembled incessantly, pointing at the female judge like a murder weapon.

"Looks like you haven't eaten yet... Here... let you try this..." Lai Wenchang grabbed the leftover cream ice cream and smeared it on his penis.

Han Binghong noticed the man's despicable intentions and frowned, her face full of embarrassment.

"Stop pretending to be noble, look at yourself now, you're not even as good as a dog!" Lai Wenchang grabbed the female judge's hair and lifted Han Binghong's face up.

Humiliated by the man's merciless insults, the female judge shed tears of humiliation, her pretty face like a pear blossom in the rain, incredibly pitiful.

The man stood up from the sofa, holding his penis in one hand and the female judge's hair in the other, slapping her face.

"Slap... slap..."

The penis hit her face, and the cream ice cream on it splattered onto the female judge's face. She instinctively closed her eyes.

"No... don't..." Han Binghong dodged.

The man grabbed another handful of cream and smeared it on his penis, forcibly inserting it into the female judge's sacred mouth.

"Mmm..." Tasting something sweet and sticky, the female judge opened her eyes, looking up in horror at the man's cold face, as if she couldn't believe what he had done.

"Eat this plate of cream clean..." Lai Wenchang placed the half-eaten plate of ice cream in front of the female judge.

Han Binghong knew that once this man made up his mind, there was no going back. Although eating the cream on his penis was disgusting, she had no choice, because she knew she was now this man's slave, and everything she did was confirming her status. Enduring

immense humiliation, the female judge swallowed and spit out the man's penis, swallowing the creamy ice cream, then smearing it on his penis. Finally, Lai Wenchang ejaculated, forcing the female judge to swallow his semen and cream together.

This was the most disgusting thing Han Binghong had ever done in her life.

The man, having released his pent-up desire, collapsed onto the sofa.

Han Binghong, slightly out of breath, wiped the remaining ice cream from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, awaiting the man's next instruction.

"Take off all your clothes..."

Han Binghong reluctantly took off her clothes, like a puppet being manipulated by the man.

"Hmm... your breasts are getting bigger and bigger, I wonder when you'll produce milk. Now turn around... let me see your butt..." Lai Wenchang said.

Han Binghong sighed softly, it seemed the real humiliation had only just begun.

"Lift up your skirt..."

The female judge had no choice but to slowly lift her skirt and wrap it around her waist, exposing her two plump, snow-white thighs to the man's eyes.

"Turn around... your butt facing me..."

Han Binghong's face flushed, but she still had to do as the man said, bending forward and presenting her large buttocks to him.

"Hmm... take off your panties and give them to me..."

"Was this man destined to be my devil in a past life?" Han Binghong's mind was in chaos, but she dared not slow down her movements at all.

Lai Wenchang used the female judge's panties to wipe the cream off his hands and threw them into the trash can.

"Straighten your legs, stick your butt out higher!" The man commanded the female judge like he was training a seal in a zoo.

Han Binghong braced herself on her knees, straightening her body with force, her beautiful legs tucked into her high heels.

"Hmm...spread your buttocks, let me see your asshole!" The man's thoughts were utterly lewd.

Although it wasn't the first time she'd done something like this, hearing the man's vulgar tone still made the dignified female judge blush with embarrassment.

"The doctor said pregnant women shouldn't have sex with their vaginas for fear of miscarriage. I think anal sex shouldn't be a problem, I'll clear your bowels today..."

"Ah...no...this is too embarrassing." Han Binghong thought she'd misheard.

"Open your buttocks!" the man shouted.

Tears welled in Han Binghong's eyes; the man's fierce words were like a whip lashing her, possessing an irresistible force.

"Damn, it's so big! Tell me, how many leaders have you slept with...hmm?" Lai Wenchang slapped the female judge's buttocks hard.

"No..." Han Binghong's face flushed red as if she had suffered the most inhuman insult, instinctively resisting.

This man is utterly shameless!

"Do I need to teach you how to do this?" the man said darkly. The

noble female judge could only endure the humiliation, bending over, straightening her legs, and silently reaching her hands to her buttocks, grasping her two plump buttocks and forcefully spreading them apart, displaying her shameful parts to the man's eyes.

"Ah...so despicable...such a thing..." The female judge felt as if she were displaying her dirtiest and most private organs to the whole world; a strong sense of shame overwhelmed her brain.

To think that this person was herself was astonishing. Like a child who had done something wrong, she lowered her head, letting her hair cover her feverish face.

When an action, a gesture, or even a fallacy is endlessly repeated, it becomes natural and self-evident.

Han Binghong was subtly and unconsciously tamed through this kind of training.

Under such repeated training, she gradually accepted the duality of her life role in her heart. In public, she was a famous legal figure and a renowned judge, but when facing the man in front of her, she had to completely switch roles and become a sex slave without any dignity or personal freedom!

She had begun to adapt to this role reversal, and slowly her sense of self no longer rejected this sex slave identity. When her body experienced carnal desires, this identity even became important to her because it brought her pleasure.

Lai Wenchang watched with great interest the noble female judge's lovely anus; the delicate anal lines were so beautiful, so endearing as it opened and closed.

"Harder...spread a little..." Lai Wenchang picked up the leather whip and gently lashed her flawless white buttocks.

"Ah...ah..." The female judge cried out as she was whipped, her body trembling repeatedly.

"Very good...hold on...I'm going in..." The man nodded in satisfaction, slowly raised his foot, aimed his big toe at the female judge's anus, and after a slight caress, thrust it in.

"Hmm..." Han Binghong's head instinctively tilted back, a muffled cry escaping her throat. Her anus was pierced by the man's rough, large big toe, burning with pain.

"Hehe...not bad..."

The man rotated his toe, playing with the entrance to her rectum.

"Ah... be gentle..." Han Binghong's brows furrowed as she groaned in pain.

"How is it? Not deep enough..." Lai Wenchang watched from behind as the female judge writhed in agony, his penis rising again.

"Alright... I'll give you a longer one, so you can have a good time..." The man pulled his toes out and dragged Han Binghong to his side.

As if she had lost her will, Han Binghong's plump buttocks landed on the man's lap, her extremely elastic buttocks pressing against his penis.

"Sit on top..." The man controlled her waist with one hand and used the other to push his penis against her anus.

"No... not there..." The female judge shook her head helplessly.

"I won't do anything to harm my son, so I'll have to use your dry route... sit down!"

the man shouted.

The cream on his penis was still wet, and the glans easily penetrated her tight anus.

Han Binghong was frightened and tried to lift herself up, but the man's hand held her firmly, and with the help of the cream, his penis slowly pushed into her rectum.

"Ugh..." Han Binghong frowned, tilted her head back, and let out a long, muffled groan, as if a wooden stick had pierced her intestines and reached the pylorus of her stomach, causing a mixture of sour, bloated, numb, painful, and spicy sensations.

"No...no...too...too big..." The female judge's face changed drastically as she struggled to straighten up.

Lai Wenchang grabbed the female judge's two white, high breasts from behind, taking control of the situation. Han Binghong's large buttocks quickly swallowed the man's penis.

"So full...no...let me out..." The female judge straightened her back in discomfort, her brows furrowed, as the penis reached deep into her rectum, as if it were inside her stomach.

"Is that so? Doesn't it feel good to be so full..." The man's large hands kneaded her breasts, his penis feeling the peristalsis and contractions of the female judge's rectal mucosa.

"Ah...it's so uncomfortable..." The female judge's excretory organs were completely filled, and the urge to defecate kept rising in her heart.

Lai Wenchang grabbed her thighs with both hands, lifted her up, and began thrusting into her like an adult carrying a child to relieve themselves. The female judge's tender legs were spread wide, her high heels dangling from her toes, swaying up and down with her movements, tracing two graceful arcs.

"No...no..." Han Binghong felt something sawing in and out of her anus, her anus burning with pain, as if it were being torn apart.

Lai Wenchang ignored the female judge's cries, carrying her to a large mirror. In the mirror, Han Binghong's legs were spread wide in a wanton manner, a large penis thrusting in and out of her anus. Seeing her own lewd appearance, the female judge was ashamed and turned her head away in embarrassment.

"Hehe...unbelievable, isn't it? This is the famous Judge Han Binghong," Lai Wenchang said excitedly as he manipulated the female judge.

The female judge's tight anal muscles contracted and tightened, enveloping his penis. The beautiful judge's intestines were incredibly deep and narrow, dense and dry. The repeated friction of the rectal wall folds made him so aroused that he dared not even breathe.

"Please...no...it hurts so much..." the female judge cried out in pain.

Each thrust stimulated the sensitive anal muscles, and the rectal mucosa could not withstand the scraping of the penis. The female judge was tortured to the point of death by this cruel anal sex.

"Do you want your son to see what you look like now?" Lai Wenchang deliberately frightened the female judge who was on the verge of collapse.

"No...no..." Han Binghong screamed in fright. She noticed a video phone on the table.

"Is that so? Then open your eyes and look carefully at what you are doing. Answer my questions properly..."

Lai Wenchang kept thrusting his lower body, manipulating the female judge's most private excretory organ.

Han Binghong was forced to look at her disheveled self in the mirror. Her breasts swayed up and down with the man's manipulation, her snow-white thighs were spread open lasciviously, and thick black pubic hair covered the juncture of her legs.

“Now I’ll let you experience the pleasure of open-air mating…” Lai Wenchang said, then carried the female judge, penetrating her as they walked, until they reached the balcony.

The intense sunlight horrified the judge; below, a sea of people and a constant flow of traffic made it seem as if the entire city lay beneath her.

“No… this can’t be…” Han Binghong couldn’t believe this man could do such an absurd thing.

“Hehe… isn’t it exciting… doing it in front of the whole city… makes you feel even more accomplished, doesn’t it… Judge Han…” The man spoke shamelessly, his buttocks thrusting wildly, brutally ravaging the judge’s anus.

“Please… no, someone will see…” Han Binghong was utterly devastated, feeling countless eyes staring at her. A high-ranking judge of a prestigious court was shamelessly mating in broad daylight, under the gaze of millions of citizens—it was utterly disgraceful!

“Please… don’t do this…” the judge cried, utterly ashamed.

“Then answer my question…” the man knew only under these circumstances could he force the judge to abandon her dignity.

“I… ah… I can’t…” Han Binghong’s anal muscles were repeatedly pulled, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Where on your body is being fucked by a dick... um?" the man asked breathlessly.

Han Binghong hadn't expected this man to be so lewd.

The female judge couldn't bring herself to say it; it was too disgusting.

"Don't want to say... then let the whole city see the shameless act of their familiar Judge Han Binghong having sex." Lai Wenchang paced back and forth on the balcony, tossing the female judge's body up and down, his penis thrusting recklessly deep into her anus.

"Oh God... no..." Staying there for even a second longer meant a greater chance of being seen. If she were seen, how could she ever face the court again?

"It's... it's... my anus..." To end this utterly depraved scene as quickly as possible, the female judge forced herself to reveal the part of her body that had been violated.

"Hehe... that's where Judge Han defecates every day, right?" the man added, his words dripping with lewdness.

Han Binghong almost fainted from shame. At the same time, a strange sensation arose within her body; a tingling, itchy feeling spread deep within her rectum, and her uterus convulsed incessantly.

The climax of anal sex was approaching. Lai Wenchang, panting heavily like an old bull, thrust rapidly, pounding wildly. Han Binghong was being penetrated so violently that she cried out in agony. His

thick, long penis seemed to pierce through her internal organs, as if it had reached her very heart.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore..." the female judge cried out in madness.

"Is it satisfying..." the man roared, his hot semen shooting into the female judge's rectum like bullets.

"Ah..." Han Binghong screamed and leaned back, her body falling onto the man, her two snow-white legs suddenly stiffening.

Above the city, Judge Han Binghong shamelessly reached her climax.

************

It was another weekend night. The bustling city was ablaze with color, and people were enjoying their leisure time.

Ren Dong Hospital, having bid farewell to the daytime hustle and bustle, returned to silence. The vast hospital seemed deserted, with only the inpatient department and a few other wards emitting light.

The night streets were deserted, save for the chirping of unknown insects in the grass. Moonlight filtered through the lush foliage of the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, sharp and eerie like ghosts. The white building behind the morgue stood in the darkness, sinister and somewhat frightening.

Two dark figures silently approached the white building in the night, crouching in the nearby flowerbed.

The entire building was pitch black. The entrance door was closed, and only two windows on the ground floor and second floor emitted a faint light. Not a soul could be seen.

During the day, when many people were around, this kind of place didn't seem so bad, but at night, the eerie atmosphere was heavy, and most people wouldn't want to come here.

Han Bingchan's heart was pounding. Although she had worked as a forensic doctor in the Public Security Bureau and had dissected corpses, sneaking into a morgue at night was still quite frightening—it was only natural. Despite trying to appear calm, she was actually a little uneasy.

"There's light…it seems someone's inside…" It was Han Bingchan's voice.

"It's better if someone's there. If no one's there, it means the surveillance system might be working, which would be more difficult…"

Ye Zi whispered, observing the area ahead.

"Could someone be on duty…?"

"We'll see…" Ye Zi picked up a pebble and threw it at the glass window.

"Bang…" A crisp sound of shattering glass.

The two of them simultaneously crouched down, peering through the flower bushes.

This tactic of testing the waters proved effective. Soon, the door opened, and a man in his thirties emerged, flashlight in hand. He cautiously looked around, carefully examining the broken glass. After a moment's hesitation, he turned towards the flowerbed and switched on his flashlight.

A blinding white light shone, and Bingchan and Ye Zi immediately ducked.

The man shone his flashlight around, finding nothing amiss, but still approached the flowerbed, showing his caution and responsibility.

The footsteps grew closer. Han Bingchan nervously glanced at Ye Zi, who gestured for her to be quiet, and then drew a small crossbow.

The man walked only a few meters, shining his flashlight around the flowerbed. Finding nothing suspicious, he turned and shone it elsewhere.

Ye Zi seized the opportunity, suddenly straightening up and aiming the crossbow at the man's nape.

"One, two, three..." Ye Zi silently counted.

She was used to delivering a fatal blow before counting to five.

"Swoosh!" A tranquilizer dart shot out like an arrow.

Three seconds of aiming time is far too much for a sharpshooter;

the result was predictable.

The man didn't even groan, only subconsciously touching the back of his neck before collapsing.

Ye Zi put away her bow and tossed her head, signaling Han Bingchan to act.

Two dark figures darted out from the flower bushes, crouching low as they hurried towards the unconscious man.

This guy was really heavy; Ye Zi and Han Bingchan struggled to carry him to the deepest part of the flower bushes. If nothing went wrong, he could sleep soundly among the flowers for five hours.

Ye Zi searched the man and found a set of keys, but nothing else of use.

Seeing that nothing seemed amiss on the other side of the building, the two put on hospital white coats and masks, disguising themselves as night patrol doctors.

"Let's go..."

The two slipped inside. Only an old fluorescent light illuminated the corridor, emitting a weak, cotton-like glow that couldn't reach the distant corners. The smell of disinfectant permeated the air. Every room's door was closed, silent and deathly still.

Ye Zi glanced around, checking for surveillance cameras.

The two moved silently along the wall, observing their surroundings as they went.

The long corridor was empty, with a staircase at the corner. Han Bingchan glanced at Ye Zi, indicating whether they should go up to the second floor.

Ye Zi looked up, then glanced at the corridor leading to the staircase. At the end was a door, the upper half of which was frosted glass with a few words posted on it, vaguely visible: "Storage Room - No Unauthorized Entry!"

Ye Zi trusted her intuition. She looked around and felt this place might be problematic.

This location was the closest to the morgue in the entire building, yet the entrance was located at the inconspicuous corner of the staircase. The more inconspicuous the place, the more likely it was to hide a major secret.

The door was locked from the inside. Ye Zi took out the bunch of keys, tried five or six, and finally, it opened.

The room inside didn't resemble a storage room. There was a central aisle with double doors on either side, all closed except for one room on the left with a light on.

Han Bingchan and Ye Zi exchanged a glance and tiptoed to the door of that room. The door was locked. They held their breath and listened for a while, but there was no sound from inside.

Ye Zi looked up and saw a glass ventilation window above the door, but it was closed. She gestured for Han Bingchan to check for airflow, then raised her hands, just enough to grip the doorframe. She hooked her fingers onto the frame, used her upper arms, and slowly pulled herself up.

Holding her breath, Ye Zi peered over the glass into a morgue with seven or eight beds. Four of the beds contained corpses, all covered with white sheets, obscuring their faces.

“Something’s definitely strange…” Ye Zi braced herself with her arms, sweat beading on her forehead. She noticed a hidden door in the morgue, unsure whether the bodies had been brought in or out through it.

Ye Zi let go and jumped down lightly.

“How is it…” Han Bingchan asked softly.

“Four bodies…looks like we’ve really run into someone…” Ye Zi breathed a slight sigh of relief.

“What do we do…do we really have to break in?” Han Bingchan asked anxiously.

“Hmm…” Ye Zi took out the key again, gently inserted it, and turned it.

This time, however, she wasn’t so lucky; three keys failed.

Ye Zi patiently tried a few more, but still no luck.

“I’m so anxious…” Han Binghong looked around nervously, praying that they could open this annoying door quickly. Perhaps once they got past this door, they would have succeeded.

But luck seemed to be playing a cruel joke on them; even on the last key, they still couldn’t open it!

The sweltering summer night was completely still in the corridor, and Ye Zi was drenched in sweat.

Time was of the essence; if they bumped into someone now, all their efforts would be in vain.

The policewoman bit her dry lips, inserted the last key, and turned it.

"Damn it..." Ye Zi sighed. It seemed that guy wasn't authorized to open these doors.

She'd have to use her real skills.

Ye Zi took out a miniature tool bag, from which she retrieved two thin wires. Special police officers like her had received specialized lock-picking training; she could technically open ordinary locks within ten minutes.

Ye Zi pulled down her mask, wiped the sweat from her brow, let out a long breath, and inserted the wires into the lock.

Han Bingchan was frantic, like a cat on a hot tin roof. Every second felt like an eternity, and she prayed that no one would come.

One minute, two minutes… time slowly passed.

Ye Zi, ignoring the profuse sweat, her beautiful eyes unwavering, focused intently on unlocking the door.

A skilled undercover agent is always calm; she relies on her abilities, never luck.

In just five or six minutes, with a "snap," the lock was finally opened!

Ye Zi beckoned to Han Bingchan and slipped inside first.

The morgue was much colder than outside, filled with the pungent smell of formaldehyde. Ye Zi gently closed the door after Han Bingchan entered. She put her mask back on and leaned towards the inner door. The upper half of that door was glass, and Ye Zi could see another room beyond, but it was dark. There seemed to be a few beds there, but she couldn't see if there were any bodies.

"Hurry up… I'll keep watch…" Ye Zi said.

"Hmm..." Han Bingchan deftly retrieved the liver biopsy needle; it was her turn this time.

Since the last discussion, she had consulted experts about the feasibility of liver biopsy to confirm drug-induced death. After receiving a definitive answer, she decided to use this method, extracting only a small amount of liver cell tissue from the deceased's liver, and then conducting further analysis later.

Han Bingchan glanced at the four beds with corpses lying on them, a chill running down her spine.

She held her breath, gently lifted one of the bed sheets, and pulled up a corner of the deceased's clothing to expose the liver area. She aimed the 20-centimeter-long needle at the liver area and inserted it. After the needle had penetrated about five centimeters, she continued to advance while simultaneously pulling up the small piston on the needle handle, causing the needle core to move upwards. The negative pressure in the needle sheath preserved the aspirated liver tissue.

Because it was a liver biopsy performed on a deceased person, many steps were omitted, so it only took a few minutes to complete.

Everything went quite smoothly. When Han Bingchan finished taking a sample from the last corpse and sealed the needle, she seemed to hear voices outside the room.

"Oh no!" Ye Zi's expression changed.

"What should we do?" Han Bingchan looked up, her two wide eyes above her mask filled with panic.

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