If Heaven Has Feelings (Chapter 100)

Chapter 100
Just as dawn was breaking, Menglan woke up, which was quite rare for her. Usually, she would still
be in bed at this time, beauty sleep with a whitening mask on. Sleep was a woman's best beauty product,
a theory she firmly believed in and practiced, which was why she had such supple skin.
On weekdays, unless she had a performance scheduled, she would sleep until at least ten o'clock before dragging
her lazy body out of bed. She would spend two hours washing and grooming, then another hour on her makeup
. Only then would her driver take her in her custom-made pink Bentley to a five-star hotel for a buffet with a few close girlfriends
. This was how her day should begin, this was
the life a woman of her status should lead.
Of course, her nominal husband was rarely around. As
one of the wealthiest men in Huaihai City, and even nationwide, Lü Jiang devoted most of his time to his business, his friends—
and even his mistresses. The period he spent most of his time with his family was only the first two
years of their marriage. As his business grew and his acting career flourished, the two saw each other even less
, gradually becoming separate individuals. She only felt a brief period of disappointment about this, but her attention
was quickly diverted by the richer and more exciting new life she was in. After all, Menglan wanted to marry a
successful man, not a fussy, family-oriented good man.
However, although Menglan had a man's resilient heart, she was still a woman at heart. No matter
how glamorous she appeared on the surface, deep down she still longed for a man's comfort, which was somewhat of a deficiency. But
fate was fair to her; although Menglan couldn't have a complete husband, she
found compensation in another way. Tian Tian, the child she carried for ten months, was like a
piece of her heart, her precious darling from birth. She cherished him dearly, placing
all her love and expectations on him, devoting all her time and energy to his care. She even
sacrificed her burgeoning acting career, hoping to mold her son into the perfect man she envisioned.
Although Lü Jiang wasn't particularly concerned with family life, he was incredibly generous to the mother and son financially
. He constantly fulfilled Meng Lan's every whim regarding lifestyle and enjoyment, and provided Lü Tian with an exceptionally privileged
upbringing. From kindergarten to elementary school, Lü Tian attended the best international school in Huaihai City. After
graduating from elementary school, Lü Jiang specially sent him to the best middle school in Beijing, No. 13 Middle School. Lu Jiang's original plan was to have
his son study alongside the children of powerful figures in Beijing, expanding his social circle and network. Around that time, Meng
Lan was transferred to the General Political Department's Song and Dance Troupe, and since Lu Jiang owned multiple properties in Beijing, he simply had Meng Lan
accompany him there.
Unexpectedly, the pampered Lu Tian, after entering this middle school primarily for the children of the powerful, was quickly
corrupted by the arrogant and domineering second-generation rich kids. Under their influence and example, Lu Tian embarked on a life of womanizing
. Being a top-tier rich kid, and with rapid physical development, he developed sexual awareness early on. After experiencing
the pleasures of sex, he became increasingly uncontrollable, not only targeting the maids in his household but also extending his reach
to older female students and even some attractive female teachers.
In this middle school, many female teachers actively or semi-actively befriended these privileged second-generation rich kids in hopes of
achieving greater economic and career advancement. Consequently, many young and beautiful female teachers became
mistresses of students and their parents. Lü Tian, with his extravagant spending and arrogant personality, attracted many beautiful mature women
who willingly offered themselves to him. This made Lü Tian even more arrogant, believing that all women were like this, and that
as long as he spent lavishly, they could be manipulated at his will.
Menglan didn't take her son's actions seriously, even thinking her son was very capable. In
her view, it was perfectly normal for her son to have affairs, including with married women; after all,
what successful man didn't have affairs? Being able to have many affairs meant he would be successful in the future.
Adhering to this theory, Menglan not only spent money and effort to help her son resolve the troubles he caused, but also did everything she could
to help him hunt for women, even betraying her best friend.
However, Lü Tian's good days in Beijing didn't last long. Lü Jiang heard various rumors about his son and
decided to discipline him. So he brought him back to Huaihai City and enrolled him in a prestigious
international school, thus restricting his behavior. Lü Tian, used to a life of unchecked freedom,
couldn't stand it. After having affairs with all the women around him, he even set his sights on his own mother. Meanwhile,
Meng Lan, since marrying Lü Jiang, had lived a life of luxury and ease. Her privileged upbringing had kept her youthful appearance
unaffected by time, and she still possessed a powerful allure for men. Having such a mature and beautiful woman at home, with Lü Jiang having little time to comfort her, 　　was undoubtedly a great torment
for Meng Lan, who was in the throes of a raging sexual frenzy . 　　At this point, Lü Tian's wicked desires conveniently compensated for this. For Meng Lan, her 　　young and strong son, both physically and emotionally, surpassed her husband in name only 　　. What reason did she have to refuse Lü Tian? Therefore, after being forced into bed by Lü Tian once, Meng Lan could 　　n't bear to blame her own son. Instead, she became addicted to his youthful body, and the two became inseparable, engaging 　　in adultery. As time went on, Lü Tian grew increasingly domineering, and Meng Lan was powerless against her son. 　　In their relationship, Lü Tian became the dominant one. 　　After Lü Tian was injured, Meng Lan, though eager for revenge, had leverage over her enemies. She could only use a European 　　tour as an opportunity to take her son abroad for treatment. Lü Jiang spent a large sum of money to send his wife on the international tour, not only to fulfill 　　her long-held wish but also to take the opportunity to send their son to study abroad, even arranging for him to attend 　　a prestigious school in Switzerland. Unexpectedly, after being cooped up abroad for more than half a year, Lü Tian's financial advantage in Europe didn't seem to have 　　much effect. Although he had his beautiful mother by his side, it couldn't satisfy his appetite. So, as soon as he returned to China, he took advantage of...

While Lü Jiang was busy with the acquisition, he slipped back to Beijing to have fun with his cronies, which resulted in another
incident.
Meng Lan thought it was just a typical bar prostitution incident, and to a large extent, she believed it was
a trap set by the bar/KTV to extort money from minors
. She didn't take it seriously at first, thinking she could use her family's connections in the government to deal with those
low-level scoundrels. However, she never expected that Beijing would take the case so seriously, and no matter
how much Meng Lan ran around the city and pleaded with others, she couldn't get a definite answer. Those
officials who were close to the Lü family in the past all said they couldn't help, while Lü Jiang's second son remained aloof,
difficult to even meet, and Lü Jiang seemed distracted, making it unclear whether he was even paying attention to his son
.
Menglan grew increasingly angry. Her own son was now imprisoned in a detention center. Although she had used Lü Jiang's connections to
speak with higher-ups, and the police would try their best to give him the best treatment, her son had never suffered like this since birth.
This pampered young master was now being forced to live with a group of criminals from the bottom of society—something Menglan
simply couldn't accept. At the same time, Menglan felt wronged, wronged by the Lü Jiang family
's attitude towards her son. She didn't understand men's perspectives on such matters, nor did she comprehend their cautious approach.
If she were in Lü Jiang's position, she would have risked everything to get her child out, willing to pay
any price.
But she wasn't Lü Jiang; she was just his wife, his child's mother. She had done
everything she could, including hiring the best lawyers for her son, hiring online trolls to promote him, and
accompanying him to court time and again. But to her disappointment, Lü Jiang hadn't kept his promises. In the recent final
appeal, Lü Tian was sentenced to ten years in prison, including three years of juvenile detention.
Upon hearing this, Menglan nearly fainted in court, but she forced herself to stay upright. She was far stronger than she
thought; she couldn't afford to give up now. She had a heart as strong as a man's;
she could accomplish even the most difficult things. She was inherently defiant. Immediately afterward, Menglan set out to find
a way to save her son, but the situation became increasingly complicated. Those she had previously contacted all said they couldn't help,
many old acquaintances had gone into hiding, and even her husband was unreachable. The official explanation from his office
was: "President Lü is on a major business trip abroad with the mayor and cannot be contacted temporarily." This
infuriated Menglan. What kind of meeting could be so important that it could disregard her own son's affairs?
She was almost in despair. Every brief meeting or visit
was filled with tears for both her and her son. Moreover, as time went on, Lü Tian and several younger accomplices were about to be sent to a juvenile detention center
. Menglan wished she could take her son's place and suffer the consequences. However, just when Menglan was
nearing despair, things suddenly took a turn for the better, a glimmer of hope appearing in the fog.
A few days ago, a group of uniformed police officers came to her door. Their identification indicated that they were
dispatched by Huaihai City to serve Menglan's family. Of course, all of this required the approval of Lü's second son
; besides him and one of his superiors, no one else could mobilize this force. After hearing their report
, Menglan's opinion of her brother-in-law changed slightly, and her previous resentment towards him lessened somewhat. After all, Lü Tian
had Lü family blood flowing through his veins, and Lü Tao would never abandon his nephew.
Her makeup and dressing took a full hour. Although she had important tasks to complete today,
Menglan always wanted to appear radiant in front of others, especially considering she would
see her son again today. She put extra effort into her appearance, so when she stepped out of the elevator carrying her Hermès Birkin bag
, the men waiting in the lobby were stunned.
She wore a pink and white lace strapless top, revealing a smooth, slender, snow-white chest. A
dazzling diamond-encrusted platinum necklace lay between her beautiful collarbones, and she wore a black and white Chanel tweed
jacket. Her slender waist was cinched in a tulip skirt adorned with red and blue impressionist floral patterns.
The skirt, extremely narrow at the waist, flared out abruptly at the hips before tightening at the hem, resembling
a rosebud about to bloom, emphasizing her small waist and full hips. The skirt's hem barely
covered her round, pert buttocks. Her two slender legs, not very long but well-proportioned, were encased in sheer black stockings, and
her delicate feet wore silver pointed-toe shoes with 11-centimeter stiletto heels. The pointed toes were inlaid with gold carvings
, complementing her overall attire and exuding an air of opulent wealth.
She styled her long, smooth, brownish-yellow hair into a high bun, making her small, delicate face
appear even more exquisite. Her full, bright red lips, finely drawn eyebrows, and brown eyeshadow and eyeliner accentuated her alluring almond-shaped
eyes. Two long necklaces adorned with teardrop-shaped diamonds hung from her fair earlobes,
swaying gently on either side of her pointed chin. A pale yellow Hermes scarf draped over her slender, white neck,
falling naturally between her lace bodice, fluttering slightly with the movement of her breasts, adding to her elegant and
noble aura. Compared to the people's artist she usually portrayed on stage, the real Menglan was even more
alluring and captivating, yet also more unattainable.
She was aware of the men's gazes but remained indifferent. To her,
these men of humble origins were only fit to serve her; they weren't worthy of her attention. If it weren't for the
business she needed them to handle, she wouldn't have even given them a second glance.
The three men were all over thirty, each appearing strong, shrewd, and capable.
However, Menglan didn't know much about the police system, and she generally looked down on these blue-collar workers. But
judging from their words and actions, they seemed quite knowledgeable about Lü Tao and the Lü family, so she didn't doubt
their identities.
"Mrs. Lü, we're all ready. Can we set off?" one of them, Jia Liang, stood up and asked.
The leader of this group was said to be the captain of the riot police.
"Hmm." Menglan nodded slightly in agreement, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She maintained a consistently
aloof and cold demeanor in front of these police officers.
Jia Liang led the way, and the other three stood up and silently followed behind. The three middle-aged policemen
didn't say much, but they didn't need to; they just needed to do their job.
Menglan and the others boarded the black GM GMC parked at the door. The
van, bearing the blue license plate number 0 from Huaihai City, quickly drove out of the villa gate, taking more than two hours to reach the area beyond the Sixth Ring Road. This was
Guangxing District, a suburban area. The towering skyscrapers that once lined the city had vanished, and the roads were far less wide
and smooth than those in the city center. The roadside was lined with old houses built at the end of the last century and abandoned factories that had long since ceased operations.
The brilliance of the capital city had clearly not reached its surroundings. Compared to the vibrant and bustling Fifth Ring Road
, this place appeared dusty and desolate.
After driving for about half an hour, the greenery outside the car window increased, and the trees on both sides gradually became denser.
Finally, the car stopped beside a small grove of trees at a fork in the road. Menglan saw a military green Hyundai Tucson SUV
already parked there. Jia Liang got out of the car first and walked to the Tucson, saying something into the car through the half-
open window. Through the half-open window, Menglan could see three people sitting inside, but
she couldn't make out their faces. Moreover, all three were wearing cotton hats. Although the weather in Yanjing had turned cold,
they had pulled their hats and masks up to cover most of their faces, leaving only their eyes visible. Their attire
was quite unusual, so Menglan couldn't help but take a few more glances.
However, Menglan wasn't surprised by the extra three people, because it was all part of their plan.
This was the only route to the Yanjing Juvenile Detention Center. Their purpose was to intercept
the transport vehicle before Lü Tian was transferred there, then
switch him with a boy of similar age and appearance, sending this pre-arranged substitute to serve his sentence, allowing them to
smoothly take their son, who was originally going to be sent to the juvenile detention center, away.
The car waiting there was a necessary part of this plan. Jia Liang told her that
the contact here was with several plainclothes officers from the Huaihai City Liaison Office in Beijing, who had also brought the substitute for the switch.
However, when Jia Liang brought the young man to the car, she was somewhat dissatisfied. This was the first time she
had seen this stand-in. Although his height and build were similar to her son's, the face behind the mask didn't resemble
Lü Tian at all, and it was covered in acne.
"He looks so different from Tian Tian, is he even suitable?" Meng Lan scrutinized the stand-in with a critical look, pouting her
bright red lips.
The stand-in felt uncomfortable under her gaze and didn't dare to argue. He glanced
at Jia Liang, then looked towards the Tucson, seemingly even more afraid of the person inside.
"No problem. The juvenile detention center has already done the work, and they'll all have to shave their heads when they go in.
It's normal for young people to have acne; as long as no one outside sees it, it'll be fine," Jia Liang said confidently.
His reasoning was somewhat far-fetched, but Meng Lan didn't delve into it. Her goal was to rescue her son
; she didn't care about the aftermath.
Jia Liang gestured for someone to take the stand-in back to the Tucson. Menglan became worried again and pulled
Jia Liang aside, asking, "Can you guarantee that the stand-in won't cause any problems? What if he changes his mind after going in?"
"No problem. His parents are both sick and hospitalized. We promised to take care of his family for him. After he serves his
full ten years, we'll give him a sum of money when he comes out. This is already a very good deal," Jia Liang said calmly
, his words as mature and experienced as he was.
Jia Liang was very meticulous and thorough in his work; even the extremely picky and demanding Menglan couldn't find any fault with him.
Only now did she feel relieved, and any doubts she had before vanished.
She nodded and said, "Jia Liang, thank you for your hard work this time. I'll talk to your superiors when we get back, and they'll definitely
give you a good promotion."
Jia Liang didn't show much joy upon hearing this; he simply expressed his gratitude politely. Meng Lan
was somewhat surprised, because she had seen too many people groveling and obsequious in their pursuit of official positions.
These people would do anything, no matter how despicable, to advance their careers. This Jia Liang was just an ordinary section-level cadre,
yet he was neither servile nor arrogant in front of her, which seemed quite unusual.
However, Meng Lan didn't think much of it, because at this moment, her whole heart was focused on her
son, whom she was about to see. She wondered if he had been eating well these past few days, if he had lost weight, and how
happy he would be to see her. Thinking of her son finally returning to her side, Meng Lan couldn't help but smile with relief.
Twenty minutes later, a black Iveco van modified into a prison van pulled up. As it drew near,
the words "Chengdong District Detention Center" were painted in white on the side. Menglan held her breath; her heart
began to race. According to the plan, she couldn't get out yet, so she could only peer through the window,
craning her neck to find her son.
The van, as expected, stopped nearby. Jia Liang got out first,
spoke briefly with the guards inside, and even lit a cigarette for one of them. They chatted as if they were quite familiar with each other
, which made Menglan both anxious and puzzled. She wondered what they had to talk about and why they weren't hurrying to
bring her son over.
Finally, after he finished smoking, the guards slowly opened the door and escorted the tall, thin
boy in prison clothes out. After handing him over, Jia Liang led Lü Tian towards the GMC.
Ever since her son appeared, Menglan had been eagerly standing at the car door, peering out. Now, seeing him approaching
, her heart pounded with excitement, like a galloping bull.
"Tiantian!" Seeing her son coming closer, Menglan rushed forward and hugged him tightly. Lü Tian also
hugged his mother excitedly. He was a little taller than Menglan, who was wearing high heels, but he buried his head in his mother's chest,
like a vulnerable child, clinging to her affections.
Although he wasn't mistreated in the detention center, Lü Tian had been restless ever since the incident. He
had never experienced such treatment before. He usually seemed arrogant, but when faced with the weapons of the authorities
, he immediately revealed his true nature—a fierce exterior masking a cowardly interior. He lived in constant fear, each day in the detention center
feeling like an eternity, waiting for his mother to rescue him. In addition, the food inside was far less refined than at home, so he had lost a lot of weight during this period
. Furthermore, his hair had been cut very short, making him look much better than before.
The mother and son were reunited after a long separation. Menglan hadn't touched her son for half a year, and she couldn't help but reach out and stroke his face and body
. She immediately noticed that her son had lost a lot of weight under the prison clothes. His cute baby fat
was gone, and his eyes were filled with timidity and fear. His once flamboyant hairstyle was now a shaved head,
and his eyes were timid, far from his former vitality. Her heart ached, and she kept
muttering, "My baby, why don't you eat properly? You've lost so much weight. It breaks my heart."
Held in his mother's arms, Lü Tian's suppressed emotions finally erupted. He hugged his mother and cried
, recounting the various discomforts in the detention center. Although his complaints seemed unreasonable to others,
they felt like knives cutting into his flesh to Menglan. She comforted her son while loudly cursing
the detention center and Yanjing City, as if comforting a child.
The mother and son were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice the changes happening around them. Sometime later, Jia
Liang had finished his chat with the guards and silently got into the GMC, which hadn't been turned off. The other
three hadn't gotten out of the car. Shortly after Jia Liang got in, the GMC turned around and drove back.
Lu Tian was nestled in Meng Lan's arms, the mother and son seemingly oblivious to the world around them, until the prison
van started moving and began to drive off. The sound of the wheels crunching over fallen leaves caught Meng Lan's attention.
She looked around in confusion and asked, "What's going on? They didn't take the double
."
"What double?" Lu Tian asked curiously.
"Ah, you don't know? Didn't they tell you the whole plan?" Meng Lan was surprised that her son
knew nothing about the details of the switch.
"I don't know. I thought I was going to be sent to a labor camp today. How come you're here, Mom?"
Lu Tian looked genuinely confused.
"Huh? Our car's gone too! What happened?" Menglan
jumped up as if she'd discovered something amazing.
She looked around; the forest was eerily quiet. The road was silent;
only the military green Hyundai Tucson remained, standing there. An unsettling atmosphere hung in the air
. Menglan sensed something was wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was.
She took out her iPhone from her Birkin bag, intending to call Jia Liang and demand to know why he
hadn't followed the plan and driven the car away. But the call wouldn't go through; the iPhone
had no signal. Menglan cursed under her breath. Who would have thought there would be no signal on Beijing's Sixth Ring Road?
What to do? Looking at her son, who stood there bewildered, Menglan mustered her courage. No matter what
, her son was with her now. He was free. She would protect him from now on,
Menglan resolved.
"Oh right, the car from the Beijing Liaison Office is still there. How could I have forgotten about it?" Menglan cursed under her breath.
She slung her platinum bag over her shoulder, put on her high heels, took her son's hand, and walked towards the military green Tucson. Before she even
reached it, the Tucson's door opened automatically, and the two people who had been sitting inside finally got out.
They hadn't noticed anything unusual while they were sitting there, but now, watching the two figures get closer,
they realized that the person on the left seemed to have a problem with one leg, walking with a limp.
Although he was relatively short, he looked quite strong. The person on the right was very tall,
with broad shoulders and long legs; even through his clothes, his strong physique was evident. Both were wearing ordinary
dark jackets, but their face masks were still on.
Menglan was somewhat displeased. These two were so oblivious; seeing her standing there, they didn't even bother
to greet her. They were acting like clueless idiots, not at all like government officials. And constantly covering their faces with masks seemed so contrived
. Things had already come to this point; why all the secrecy?
However, as they drew closer, Menglan sensed something was amiss. These two hadn't
revealed their identities at all. Aside from what Jia Liang had told her, she had no way of knowing who they were.
Now that Jia Liang had fled, no one could prove they were from the Beijing liaison office. And for some reason, Menglan felt
the tall man looked familiar, as if she'd seen him somewhere before.
The two men approached, their four eyes fixed on Menglan above their masks, their gazes devoid of goodwill
or respect. Although embarrassed, Menglan managed to say, "Hey,
what are you waiting for? Drive us back."
"Teacher Meng, this is the final stop. Where do you think you're going?" the taller man
said with a mocking smile, stepping forward.
Wait, they weren't from the Beijing liaison office; something was wrong. This thought suddenly flashed through Menglan's mind. Her
reaction was swift; she pushed her son behind her, shouting, "Tiantian, run! They
're bad guys!"
As a mother, upon realizing the two men's ill intentions, Menglan's first thought was for her son
's safety. She had intended to push him away while simultaneously blocking their path, buying him time
to escape.
Unfortunately, Lü Tian didn't understand his mother's good intentions. Perhaps the six months he had spent in prison had made him
both mentally and physically dull and cowardly. Although Meng Lan was small, her push sent her son
scrambling several feet to the side, but he didn't react in time to run away in the opposite direction. Instead, he seemed somewhat bewildered.
She stood rooted to the spot, whimpering like a startled rabbit, "Mommy, what do you do?"
At that moment, Menglan had already positioned herself in front of the two men. Despite her small stature, the strength she suddenly displayed
was astonishing. She gripped the two men tightly with both hands, her slender legs, encased in 11-centimeter stiletto heels
, desperately pushing against the ground until the sharp heels sank into the mud. But her efforts only lasted
less than two seconds before a powerful force lifted her up by the waist.
Immediately afterward, her feet were in the air, her beautiful legs in black stockings and high heels kicking wildly. Although
she flailed her arms wildly trying to scratch them and even swung her platinum handbag, these actions
were utterly ineffective against the tall man, who treated Menglan like a chicken.
Menglan could only watch helplessly as the other short man broke free and ran towards her son.
All she could do was shout, "Tiantian, run! Run!"
But it was all in vain. By the time Lü Tian reacted and started running at his mother's urging,
several precious seconds had already been wasted. Although the short man only had one good leg, he ran
just as fast as Lü Tian. In a few strides, he caught up with Lü Tian, reached out and shoved him from behind
, causing him to stumble forward. His foot slipped on a patch of mud, and he fell forward
.
A few days ago, it had rained here, and the puddles hadn't dried up yet; some places were still full of potholes. Lü
Tian fell squarely into one of these mud pits, face down, landing hard face-first
in the mud. When the dwarf pulled him out, his prison clothes were covered in mud, and his face was
smeared with black mud here and there, making him look extremely disheveled.
Seeing her son, covered in dirt and grime, brought back by the dwarf, Menglan felt both heartache and anger. She was heartbroken
that her son was in their hands and would suffer unimaginable torture; she was angry at her son's behavior—her
sacrifice hadn't ensured his safety, but instead, they had both fallen into their hands. Menglan vaguely felt that
she was truly powerless this time; the other side was far too powerful for a mother and son to resist,
and her son's lack of courage also disappointed her.
Lu Tian was dragged back by the dwarf, his arms tied behind his back. He muttered a few restless words along the way, only to
be punched several times by the dwarf. The pain brought tears to his eyes. Seeing her son, his face a mess of tears, being
herded back like a dog by the dwarf, Meng Lan felt for the first time in her life that her precious son wasn't
as outstanding as she had always thought.
The man's grip loosened, and Meng Lan finally stood on the ground. She straightened her slightly disheveled hair,
reapplying a strong appearance. She extended a slender, white finger with scarlet nail polish and said fiercely,
"Let go of my son! Do you know who I am?"
"Of course I know. Teacher Meng is a popular young singer, a national
first-class performer enjoying the treatment of a senior colonel." The man knew her titles perfectly well, but his words were clearly sarcastic.
"We also know that your husband is the richest man in Huaihai City, and your son is a convicted rapist." The man's
tone shifted dramatically, becoming incredibly vicious.
Menglan didn't yet understand his intentions, but intuitively, she knew he harbored ill intentions. However, she maintained
a nonchalant demeanor, unable to show weakness in front of others—a lesson life had taught her: "People
always believe what they see, not what you are truly like."
"Knowing you still dare to treat me like this, I only need one phone call to put you all in jail, believe it or not
." Menglan's eyebrows furrowed, but her words showed no weakness.
"Heh, I really don't believe that." The man chuckled and shook his head, his gaze on her like
a cat hunting a mouse. His voice was utterly repulsive; Menglan had never heard anyone speak to her like that. With
trembling hands, she opened her LV bag, took out her iPhone, and began dialing.
She tried calling a series of numbers, from Jia Liang to the Lü Jiang brothers, but the calls wouldn't go through .
The signal bars on the screen were a dark gray, like a dark cloud hanging over her mind and body.
"Teacher Meng, don't waste time." The man impatiently snatched the iPhone from her
hand, tossed it aside, and it disappeared into a puddle of mud within seconds.
"What are you trying to do?" Menglan realized then that this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision; he must have planned
it all, including the route selection, the blocking of cell phone signals, and these waiting vehicles.
Right, it must be Jia Liang's doing. Without his connections, she would never have fallen for it and come here
. And these two were clearly the masterminds; they were in cahoots with Jia Liang to
harm her here. The people at the detention center were probably involved too; their friendly conversation with Jia Liang suggested they
'd been bribed. Otherwise, why would they have entrusted Tiantian to them?
"Hehe, we've always admired you. Today we just wanted to get closer to Teacher Meng,"
the man said nonchalantly, his words sinking Menglan's heart.
"No, no, don't touch me!" Menglan realized then that the men's
gazes were so lewd and evil, especially the limping short man, who seemed to want to devour her alive
.
She couldn't help but regret wearing such a short skirt; her slender
legs in black stockings were completely exposed, and the men's eyes kept scanning her. Although their gazes didn't
actually make contact, she felt a chill run down her spine. She suddenly felt that her tulip skirt was too tight,
binding her slender waist tightly and exposing the curves of her lower body. She had always known how to use
clothing to accentuate her feminine charm and attract men's envious gazes, but now she was afraid of men
.
But now, there was no time for regret. The tall man gave the limping man a look, and the man immediately
took out a rope from his pocket and tied Lü Tian up tightly. Lü Tian, whether frightened or...
Exhausted from running, he offered little resistance, only sobbing and whimpering.
Menglan saw her son squatting on the ground, his hands and feet bound.
His striped prison uniform was filthy from a fall in the mud. Autumn was already deep in Yanjing; his
thin body shivered in the wind, his lips were pale and bloodless, and his face was covered in patches
of black mud, a far cry from his usual healthy and adorable appearance.
Although still angry with her son, Menglan's heart softened,
and her resistance lessened. She sighed softly, "Spare my son. Do whatever you want to me
."
The tall man frowned, as if her words had some effect. He reached out and lifted Lü Tian from the mud
, placing him on a dry, flat patch of ground. Menglan felt a little relieved, but the two men were far
less polite to her afterward. The cripple stepped forward and reached out to tear at her clothes. His movements
were extremely rough; he impatiently ripped off even the slightly complicated buttons, showing no regard for the expensive clothes she was wearing
. Menglan felt a pang of heartache when she saw her Chanel jacket ripped open; it
was a custom-made piece she had specially commissioned in Paris and had barely worn.
However, when she saw the cripple throw the jacket at Lü Tian, she felt less distressed
. After all, these people weren't entirely unreasonable, and a sliver of hope welled up within her. But the cripple's hands
continued to rip at her clothes, and soon Menglan's thin blouse was gone. He forcefully ripped off
the clasp of her high-end lace bra, exposing Menglan's entire pale body to the air. The autumn wind blowing against her bare skin
sent shivers down her spine.
"Please, spare me! I'm so old. If you want pretty girls, I'll introduce you to some.
There are plenty of performing arts troupes, actresses, and singers." Menglan made a last-ditch effort, but it was all in vain. The two
men showed no pity in their eyes. They looked at her like prey caught in a trap.
She was familiar with that gaze that held the power to control others' fates, but she never imagined that one day she would be
the one being watched.
"Ah—" Menglan felt a chill on her lower body as her tulip skirt was completely ripped off.
Her lower body, clad only in black sheer stockings, was completely exposed. Her upper body was covered only by a long, pale yellow silk scarf, dangling
between her two small, white breasts. This last piece of clothing served no purpose; the half-concealed
state only added to the allure.
Menglan crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover her exposed breasts, pleading, "Please don't
do this! My child is here! Leave me some dignity!"
"Ms. Meng," the tall man said flippantly, "when you were committing incest with your son, didn't you consider dignity? Your son
knows your body intimately, so why hide it?" His words froze Menglan
.
How could they know? Menglan had initially thought they were just lustful, but
they knew even the most private things between her and her son. Judging from this, these two men had definitely been eyeing her
family for a long time. But how did they know such a private matter? A chill ran down Menglan's spine,
but she maintained a defiant demeanor.
"Don't talk nonsense, my son and I are innocent, this is slander."
"Heh, then let the facts prove it." The man didn't care about her words. He grabbed
the waistband of the black stockings with both hands and pulled, tearing a hole in the thin stockings. The crimson lace panties inside were
torn in half and fell to Menglan's feet with a "whoosh".
Menglan was in a difficult situation now. If she had to cover her breasts, her lower body would inevitably be exposed. If she had to protect her private
parts, the rest of her body would be exposed to others. Helplessly, she could only cover her private parts with her hands
and turn her body to the side to get away from her son.
But all this didn't last long. The tall man's arms were like iron clamps. He grabbed her arms and
twisted them backward, and she couldn't move. Then she felt her body lighten. The man lifted her up
. He grabbed her two slender legs, which were still covered by stockings, on each side and spread her lower body apart
into a "V" shape.
It was still early, and although it was a cloudy day, the clearing in the woods was bathed in sunlight. Meng
Lan was completely naked except for her tattered black stockings; her fair body was fully exposed to everyone. Her
smooth, delicate skin belied her age. Meng Lan had always been proud of her complexion; only
the soil and water of the Xiangxi countryside could nurture such delicate, fair skin. Since marrying Lü Jiang, she had been able to
afford the best skincare products and professional beauticians. Therefore, although she was no longer young,
she could still drive men wild both on and off stage.
However, at this moment, she was not facing thousands of fans, nor the men who admired her
. These two men showed her no respect whatsoever; they treated her merely as a woman, or even worse
, as a plaything and prey.
The tall man held himself high, almost touching the cripple's head, so she could
see the triangular eyes beneath the black mask. Those eyes cast a fanatical and evil gaze, its
focus settling between her wide-open legs.
The tattered black stockings accentuated her snow-white skin; her abdomen was flat and smooth, without a trace of fat,
but between her legs grew a thick patch of pubic hair. The jet-black hair was as vibrant as her life force, and within
it was a dark red vulva. Judging from the thick labia and dark red color, these two
doors were not lacking in visitors—though over the years, mainly her beloved son had been a major source of income.
The kidnapper reached out and parted Menglan's full labia. His hands were gloved, the cool touch
causing Menglan's private parts to twitch slightly. But his hand continued to penetrate deeper, his fingers not long,
but thick, stretching the entrance of her vulva wide open, revealing even the bright red hymen inside.
After a few stirrings outside, Menglan was ashamed to find that her private parts were actually aroused.
"Teacher Meng, you're really thirsty. Is it because Lü Jiang can't satisfy you? So you have to find your own son to relieve
your itch." The tall man's mocking voice rang out again, but Menglan was powerless to refute him, because the cripple had just
pulled out that finger, showing her the clear liquid sticking to his leather gloves.
"Teacher Meng has had a hard time too. She went to great lengths to marry a man whose heart wasn't with her, so she could only use her own
son as a substitute. How pitiful." The man's words relentlessly entered her mind, and Menglan suddenly felt as if she had been
shot by a bullet. She felt that everything she had done was meaningless. No matter how much effort she put into presenting herself,
no matter how much praise she received in her career, no matter how glamorous she appeared in front of others, in front of other women
, she would always be a loser.
She was so strong-willed that she always pretended to be indifferent to Lu Jiang's mistress. She always thought that as long as
she appeared strong and happy, everything would fall into place as it seemed. But in reality, she
never obtained the happiness she desired. So she poured these feelings of loss into her only son,
finding solace in a morbid attachment and control. But all of this was shattered today, and she was forced to
confront her naked wounds.
"Teacher Meng can't wait any longer, so just relieve her itch." The tall man's voice pulled her
back from her chaotic thoughts, and she immediately understood what he meant.
She saw that the cripple had already taken off his pants and underwear. Sure enough, he had a
prosthesis on his left leg. His only intact leg was dark and thick, with muscles as muscular as coal. Paired with
the short leg with its unusually large joints, it looked incredibly disproportionate and ugly.
What terrified her even more was the erect thing between the cripple's legs. Two dark testicles
hung like iron balls from his crotch, and a dark red male phallus pointed high at her. It wasn't very long, but it was very thick,
and near the glans, it suddenly swelled several times, looking incredibly bizarre like a torch or ice cream cone. This thing
resembled the head of a viper, eagerly eyeing her crotch.
"Please, not here, not in front of my son," Menglan pleaded, biting her lip.
Although her body was restricted and she couldn't move, she still turned her face to the other side. Her pleading voice was so desolate that
anyone accustomed to her usual image would surely be surprised.
To Menglan's surprise, the very person she was trying so hard to avoid, though bound and squatting,
kept his head up, staring intently at her. His eyes were fixed on the area between her legs, the place where he had been born
. It seemed that her dark red vulva was triggering some reaction within him, or perhaps it was the effect of his mother's words; his
breathing became rapid.
Menglan felt a heat in her lower body. She knew that the ugly cripple had placed his penis against her vulva,
and then it had been thrust inside. Although its length was only average, it
was incredibly thick, stretching her vulva completely. Moreover, the cripple's glans was strangely shaped, like
a large club churning inside her, rubbing against all her sensitive spots.
"Ah...no...no!" Menglan moaned softly,
trying to keep her voice extremely low so her son wouldn't hear. But there was another, even louder sound coming from the other side.
The kidnapper grinned, panting heavily. His dark lips, hidden beneath his mask, were parted to reveal a set of uneven white teeth,
making him look like a predatory beast. His heavy breathing was irritating,
punctuated by occasional grating laughs of satisfaction, seemingly mocking Menglan
.
But Menglan was oblivious to all this. She felt her lower body being
thoroughly ravaged by that strange penis. It was moving in and out rapidly; this unassuming kidnapper possessed incredible
stamina. His two iron-like testicles slapped against her buttocks with a loud "smack, smack," but another sound
was mixed in—a "pop, pop" sound, like a cork being popped, which made her extremely embarrassed.
Although she couldn't believe it, she had to admit that the tender flesh of her private parts had begun to react, and
was even secreting a steady stream of sexual fluid. Even though she was being held in the air by the tall man, her flat, white
abdomen involuntarily contracted and lifted; her body was giving its most honest response, subtle
yet yielding to the deformed penis.
Since her son's accident, Menglan's vagina hadn't received much penetration from a man's penis in the past six months.
Lu Jiang's intermittent caresses couldn't satisfy her, and her son's freedom was always on her mind, keeping
her busy and exhausted. As a woman in her prime, her
sexual needs and desires for men were difficult to suppress. However, given her status and reputation, she couldn't easily
find another man, which led her to commit incest with her closest relative, her son.
Unexpectedly, her well-maintained body was now
being violated by a man other than her husband and son. Although Menglan possessed a resilient, almost masculine character and wouldn't act like an ordinary woman,
the feeling of being at the mercy of others filled her with shame. She was ashamed of her utter powerlessness, completely at their mercy
, and even more ashamed that her body didn't resent this violation. Instead,
she experienced a long-lost pleasure as that strange penis thrust in and out.
"Teacher Meng, you truly have a good parenting style. Look how much your son admires you,
how reluctant he is to leave the place where you were born and raised," the tall man's voice rang out again, untimely. Just as he said, Lü Tian was
craning his neck, his eyes blazing with fanatical light between his mother's legs.
Between those two slender legs encased in black stockings, the dark red labia had been stretched to their limit. A
strangely shaped penis was rapidly moving in and out, each insertion and withdrawal bringing out large patches of bright red flesh.
The base of the penis and the labia were covered with white secretions. With each insertion of the strange penis,
a strange bulge would appear on the lower abdomen covered with thick, dark pubic hair. The sight was exactly what Menglan had described.
Low moans mingled together, creating a bizarre yet stimulating scene.
Menglan saw the look in her son's eyes—a look filled not only with terror but also with a burning, lustful hunger. She had seen that look many times before; 　　it was always the same when she appeared before him
in expensive, custom-made lingerie or high, thin heels. But 　　the situation was different now. She was being held hostage by a group of strangers, being penetrated and violated by strange men 　　. In this situation, she desperately wanted her son's support, but to her disappointment, her own 　　son displayed an excited expression, aroused by desire. This cast an 　　unspeakable shadow over her heart. 　　"Teacher Meng, look, our son has been thirsty for a while. Why don't we let him get closer to you?" the tall man 　　said, pulling Menglan forward. Menglan's body was completely under his control; even her 　　repeated objections were futile. 　　The cripple moved in perfect unison with the tall man's steps. Although Menglan felt the sky above her head 　　moving, the penis remained inside her, thrusting in and out. Each powerful thrust relentlessly assaulted 　　her sensitive areas, making the tender flesh inside her vagina stand up, resisting and responding to the penis's 　　movements. 　　Menglan vaguely sensed something was wrong, but her legs were held fastened to her waist by the cripple, preventing 　　her from seeing anything even when she turned her head. Instead, the thrusting made her white flesh tremble violently. 　　"Teacher Meng, your son seems to be enjoying himself. It seems he really is your biological son." The man's slightly sarcastic words 　　made Menglan realize something. She then noticed that she was sitting on something, as if a 　　lump of something was stuck between her legs. The object was rounded, covered with short, coarse hair, 　　and it was painfully prickly. 　　She suddenly realized that the rounded shape was a human head. The short hair reminded her of 　　her son who had been taken off the prison van earlier; his hair had been cut like that in the detention center. This horrifying 　　thought had barely formed in her mind when she screamed, "No—ah!" 　　"Let me go! Not here! Let's go somewhere else!" Menglan struggled desperately. Being sexually 　　assaulted by a strange man was already unbearable, but now this was happening on top of her head. She couldn't 　　accept it. Menglan violently shook her suspended lower body, trying her best to distance herself from her son, though to no avail 　　. 　　But the two men held her firmly between them. Her swaying didn't solve the problem; instead, it intensified 　　the friction between her lower body and her son's scalp. The newly grown stubble was very stiff, like a brush 　　scraping against her tender vulva. A unique stimulation, like an electric current, coursed through her lower body. At the same time, the man 　　's penis thrust in and out with increasing force, like a storm washing over her vagina. These 　　two unique pleasures intertwined, giving Menglan an unprecedented experience. 　　"Teacher Meng, what a touching display of motherly love! You even climaxed on top of your own son, tsk tsk." 　　Meng Lan was too preoccupied to refute the man's taunts, because her lower abdomen was heaving violently, her vagina 　　spasming in waves, and copious secretions and vaginal fluids gushed from her body, drenching 　　the top of her son's head beneath her. A long-lost pleasure returned to her body; she hadn't felt this way in a long time 　　. Although the penis that had brought her to orgasm wasn't her husband's or her son's, it had brought her to 　　a peak she rarely experienced before. 　　She felt a chill in her lower body; the man had withdrawn his penis, and she was removed from her son's head 　　and placed on the ground. Her legs, which had been suspended in the air for over half an hour, were somewhat numb, but she still struggled to support 　　herself. Only then did she realize she had gained freedom, and her son was not far away. 　　Menglan still wore the long, pale yellow silk scarf, tied in a knot 　　around her slender, white neck like an elegant choker. This expensive Hermes scarf was 　　one of Menglan's favorite accessories; she often wore it when visiting or performing. She never imagined it would be 　　used by a man to humiliate her. 　　The traces of black stockings remained on her slender, white legs, the sticky secretions making her appear 　　even more lewd. Menglan no longer cared about her appearance. Ignoring the lingering effects of her arousal, she 　　ran towards her son with her weak, thin legs in 11-centimeter stilettos. Just as she reached him, 　　she slipped and fell, scraping her knee. Ignoring the pain, she staggered 　　a few steps, then rushed forward and embraced her son. 　　"Baby, Tiantian, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" Menglan cradled her son's face in her hands. Normally 　　a clean freak, she didn't care about the mud on his face, wiping it vigorously with her hands while showering him with kisses. 　　Although she had been greatly agitated, seeing her son rekindled her maternal instincts, and her whole 　　heart was focused on him. 　　But Lü Tian's reaction wasn't what she expected. The child's face was tense, his eyes fixed on 　　Menglan, his teeth chattering as if he were in a state of extreme agitation. Menglan then noticed 　　a layer of clear liquid on her son's bluish scalp—it was fluid that had recently seeped from her genitals 　　. She felt both ashamed and heartbroken, and quickly reached out to wipe it away. 　　Unexpectedly, this action provoked Lü Tian's resistance. He violently shook his head away from Menglan's hand. Menglan 　　was stunned; she had never seen her son act this way before. Her right hand froze in mid-air. 　　With a "smack," Lü Tian spat out a mouthful of saliva, which landed squarely 　　on Meng Lan's exquisitely made-up cheek. 　　Meng Lan was completely stunned. She couldn't believe her son would treat her like this. She didn't even bother to wipe it away; she 　　just stared wide-eyed at her son in disbelief, saying, "Tian Tian, what's wrong with you? Why are you doing this to 　　your mother?" 　　Lü Tian seemed surprised by his own actions, but when he saw his mother kneeling before him, half-naked...

The sticky semen on his snow-white body,
the redness and swelling from the penetration between his parted legs—all these ignited his anger. He glanced at his mother disdainfully and cursed, "
Bitch."
"What? What did you say?" Menglan couldn't believe her ears. Her blue-shadowed eyes
stared wide-eyed at her son, the flesh and blood she had raised from childhood, the
man she had poured all her hopes and love into, the child she would protect even at the cost of her life. He was now bound and thrown into a pile of mud, his
appearance both wretched and pitiful. The sticky substance on his shaved head made him look even more comical,
but the words that came from his mouth were like sharp arrows.
"You bitch, look at yourself." Her son's words were filled with utter contempt. Menglan stared blankly
down at him.
Her upper body was bare, a pale yellow silk scarf tied around her slender white neck. Two small, snow-white breasts
hung on her chest, their large, deep red nipples erect. Her slender legs were encased in black stockings, and
between her legs, amidst the thick, dark pubic hair, her dark red phallus was slightly swollen, bearing
the marks of a man's penis and the clear fluid secreted from her own body. So much of that fluid had
seeped into her hair and inner thighs that it clung to them. This, combined with the tattered black stockings and her snow-white skin,
created a scene of lewdness and eroticism.
Menglan wanted to explain, but the words wouldn't come out. What could she say? Although she was forced
, her body's reaction didn't prove it. Despite her deep repulsion, her long-dormant body
betrayed her; not only could she not resist the kidnapper's penis, but she was also brought to orgasm by that strange penis
, especially since the orgasm occurred on her son's head, leaving
traces of his bodily fluids in his hair.
"I, I...no," Menglan shook her head desperately, trying to explain, but
unable to utter coherent words.
Time was running out for Menglan; she felt her feet give way, and her body was lifted from the ground again.
This time, she was carried by the kidnapper to the SUV. Here, she couldn't see her son for the time being,
which suddenly made her feel a sense of relief—a feeling she could never have imagined before.
Menglan's mind was in turmoil. This turmoil wasn't caused by the physical violation, but rather by
the hurt she felt from her son's previous insults. The person she loved most didn't understand her, which made Menglan feel deeply wronged. She had
done so much for her son, yet received no understanding or sympathy in return. His use of the word "bitch"
and the look in his eyes had deeply wounded her loving heart.
Menglan suddenly felt that everything she had done was meaningless; the difference between what she had given and what she had received was too
great. She felt weak and boneless, and once her defenses were breached,
the pleasure emanating from her lower body intensified. She closed her eyes, trying to forget everything around her—the
beautiful image she had always maintained, her identity and status, and even the words her son had uttered against her.
Another hard penis was inserted. Menglan felt that the shape of this penis was different from the one from the crutch;
it was obviously not as thick or long, but its hardness was no different. She
couldn't see the person behind her, thinking it must be the tall man. For some reason, this penis disappointed her,
but her vagina, which had just experienced an orgasm, was still very sensitive. Under the powerful penetration of that penis, her body
was ignited again.
She didn't know that the owner of the penis inserted behind her was not the
tall man who looked like the leader of this group, but the thin man who had been standing to the side. He had been
silently recording with a handheld camera, the lens never leaving Menglan's lower body and the way Lü Tian was kneeling on the ground
.
Now, the tall man held the camera, while the thin man, naked from the waist down, cupped Menglan's
plump buttocks and vigorously thrust his penis into her. His movements
were youthful and impetuous, far less experienced and skilled than Guizi's, but full of energy, causing Menglan
to moan incessantly.
Menglan felt her lower body begin to throb again; the feeling of a hard penis inside her was wonderful. She
felt less cold than before, and being sandwiched between men seemed quite nice, warm
, and comfortable. Something warm came closer, and Menglan involuntarily opened her mouth. Guizi
inserted his large tongue, and Menglan accepted it in a daze. She didn't know why she had given up
everything she had previously insisted on; she just felt she needed something to hold onto, a strong enough
embrace.
However, out of Menglan's sight, the tall man did not stop. Seeing that the thin man
's movements had slowed down, he stepped forward and patted his shoulder, signaling him to get down. Although the thin man was
somewhat reluctant, he still pulled out his penis, which was covered with Menglan's secretions, and followed the tall man to Lü Tian's side
.
The penis behind her was removed, and Menglan only felt a brief emptiness. Soon, another familiar
penis was thrust in from the front. This uniquely shaped penis suited her desires even better,
and she accepted it without any resistance. Instead, she wrapped her arms around the man's neck and swayed her hips to welcome his
increasingly violent thrusts.
The thin man was naked from the waist down. His legs had little muscle, as if his body hadn't fully developed. His erect
penis was only of medium size, still covered with secretions from Menglan's body. He shrank his neck and said timidly
, "Big brother, can I... can I walk now?"
The tall man glared at him and pointed at Lü Tian on the ground. He seemed to dislike talking much,
except for occasionally making a sarcastic remark about Menglan. The thin man glanced at Lü Tian, then at the tall
man. Clearly, the tall man's gaze frightened him more. There seemed to be something chilling about that man,
making him afraid to disobey his orders. The thin man had no choice but to turn around and walk towards Lü Tian.
Lu Tian remained squatting on the ground, looking disgruntled. After the cripple left, he moved to a drier
spot, his strength seemingly returning somewhat. Although he couldn't see his mother's body clearly from his current angle,
the groans and sounds of flesh colliding coming from that direction gave him the answer. Despite his resentment towards his mother,
his eyes remained fixed on the tall man with discontent. So when the thin man began to undress him, he
resisted fiercely. The thin man seemed somewhat wary of him, always avoiding facing Lu Tian directly, so his
progress was slow.
However, since Lü Tian's hands and feet were bound, it took some effort to remove
his striped prison clothes. After his underwear was also pulled down, Lü Tian stood naked in the open space.
He was much thinner than before he went to prison, and you could almost see his ribs. His skin was also pale, and he looked
like a shaved beech stick. His penis, stimulated by the cold wind, shrank into a ball,
hanging between his legs like a small white sparrow, which looked quite ridiculous.
Lu Tian's eyes were fixed on the thin man, as if he saw something in him. Seizing an
opportunity, he bit down on the mask and ripped it off, revealing a
face covered in acne. This still-childish face clearly belonged to a minor. The man looked at Lu Tian with panicked eyes,
stammering, "No...no, you...it's not me."
"Dou Zi?" Lu Tian seemed to recognize the boy before him. His eyes widened instantly, flashing with ferocity, revealing
his usual viciousness. If his hands and feet weren't bound, he would have torn the boy to pieces.
"What are you doing here? What the hell are you doing? Come help me!"
The sudden turn of events caught the boy called Dou Zi off guard. He waved his hands and backed
away, intermittently explaining himself. As if he had suffered at Lu Tian's hands before, even though he was bound
, he couldn't help but fear him deep down.
A resounding slap landed on Lü Tian's face, instantly turning his left cheek red and swelling up
. Lü Tian, already not very strong, had become even weaker after his time in the detention center. The blow
sent him staggering, causing him to fall forward onto the ground.
He tried to struggle to his feet, but his hands were tied behind his back, leaving him unable to exert any strength. He could only kneel on the ground, his back bent. This
position made it impossible for him to see what was behind him; he could only see a pair of brown leather boots in front of him.
The owner of those large feet seemed to say something, and Dou Zi
had no choice but to walk behind Lü Tian. Despite the earlier ordeal, his penis remained erect and hard.
He placed his hand on Lü Tian's bare, pale buttocks, then spread them apart, revealing
the dark red anus, with sparse black hair growing around it, matching the hair on his body.
Lü Tian realized what was happening and began to struggle violently, trying to get his
buttocks further away from Dou Zi. He cursed repeatedly, "Dou Zi, you idiot, get away from
me! What the hell do you want? I'll fucking kill your mother when we get back!"
He spat as he cursed, but suddenly a powerful force struck him, and he was hit hard on the back of the head. Then
his head was slammed into the ground. Judging from the feel of the contact on his face, it must have been the leather boot of a tall man.
The force of the stomping was immense, making it difficult for him to breathe, and he had no chance to struggle.
Lü Tian's face was being crushed by the boot, making it hard to breathe. His mouth rolled on the ground a few times, stuffing a lot of
dirt into it, making it impossible for him to curse anymore. But what worried him was not this. Seeing Lü Tian pinned
to the ground, Dou Zi's courage grew again, and his penis suddenly twitched, as if Lü Tian's
words had stirred up some hidden pain in his heart. Lu Tian, lying prone on the ground, had his buttocks sticking up even higher. Dou Zi lowered
his body, placing his penis against Lu Tian's buttocks, and then skillfully thrust forward.
"Ouch—"
Lu Tian let out a muffled cry. If his face hadn't been pressed down by those leather boots, the cry would have echoed
throughout the entire forest. But judging from his contorted features, the pain in his buttocks was considerable. It was too late for him
to stop. Dou Zi's penis was fully inserted into his anus. Although he still had his mother's vaginal
fluid as lubrication, this was the first time a man had penetrated his anus—a feeling he had never experienced before.
He had always taken pleasure in conquering other men's women, regardless of their consent, he would mercilessly
insert his penis, defiling the organs that belonged to other men's wives, mothers, and daughters.
He never imagined that one day he would become the victim, and by a
man no less.
The pain was excruciating. Although Dou Zi's penis wasn't particularly thick or long, Lü Tian's anus had never
been penetrated before. He'd never had that fetish, so he'd always looked down on Dou Zi, treating
him merely as a docile companion. He never expected Dou Zi to dare climb on top of him today.
Lü Tian silently vowed that once he escaped, he would definitely kill Dou Zi, and all these
people too. He had to kill them all, otherwise the shame of being anally penetrated would surely be exposed, and he'd
never be able to face anyone again. Lü Tian was determined to take revenge on all these people, those who had humiliated him and caused him so much suffering,
even his own mother. That filthy bitch, she'd actually slept with his enemy! What
a slut! All women are sluts.
Dou Zi, however, felt differently. Although he was a wealthy second-generation heir in Huaihai City, he
was far inferior to the Lü family. Although they grew up together, Dou Zi was always a step below Lü Tian, constantly
subservient to him. Furthermore, Lü Tian was arrogant, domineering, and liked to act like a king, so Dou Zi had no choice but to obey him
. Over time, he developed a servile habit, always expecting Lü Tian to enjoy all the benefits first, while
he could only scrape by. Even his own mother was forcibly taken by Lü Tian, and he dared
not speak out, remaining Lü Tian's lackey.
Dou Zi never imagined that Lü Tian would suffer such a huge setback, giving him the opportunity to retaliate against his previous...
Let's get back to the point. He'd just fucked Lü Tian's proud and aloof mother, and then he'd deflowered his ass
. Seeing this once arrogant Tian-ge kneeling on the muddy ground, his white buttocks raised,
moaning as he was fucked, the feeling was indescribably pleasurable. All of this combined to make Dou Zi even more excited
. Although the lack of lubrication made fucking a little difficult, and his penis felt slightly scraped,
he didn't care about the pain at all. Instead, he increased the amplitude and force of his thrusts.
Not far from this scene, Menglan, leaning against the SUV, had reached another climax. The kidnapper, who
had been working inside her for nearly an hour, was now trembling as he ejaculated inside her. His powerful
ejaculations made Menglan feel like she was in heaven. She clung to the kidnapper tightly with both hands and feet, as if she were holding her lover,
oblivious to everything around her. She was completely unaware that, out of sight, her son was
having his anus penetrated by another boy.
This feeling didn't last long. A heavy thud of leather boots echoed, and Menglan felt herself
being lifted from behind again. Her legs were spread apart and raised high. The
torch-like glans that had remained inside her scraped her labia as it was pulled out, making a
loud "pop" sound like a soda bottle cap being opened. A few drops of thick semen sprayed out, sticking to
the pubic hair below her abdomen, making a mess of white and black patches—a truly wretched sight.
The man behind her, holding her legs high, walked in another direction. Held high, Menglan couldn't see
what was happening below. She only heard the sound of flesh touching flesh, a much deeper sound than usual
. Then she saw a boy's face. Although he was wearing similar clothes to the group,
his face was familiar. Wasn't this Tiantian's childhood playmate? What was he doing here? Had he
joined them too, plotting against them?
"Aunt Meng, did I really enjoy fucking you just now?" Dou Zi greeted Meng Lan in a lewd manner,
his words completely devoid of his former respect. He grinned, his face covered in pimples that looked like they were about to burst
, making him appear ugly and repulsive.
Meng Lan was suddenly shocked. Could the penis that had entered her from behind earlier belong to this boy? She had actually
been fucked by her son's friend—what kind of situation was this? But what she didn't expect was that as her
gaze moved downwards, Dou Zi's naked lower body came into full view, his penis rapidly thrusting in and out of a
white buttock.
Meng Lan was momentarily dazed; she couldn't remember any other women present. It wasn't until she saw
the familiar birthmark on the right side of his buttock that she realized who the person lying on the ground was.
"No, no, this can't be!" Menglan screamed in anguish, flailing her limbs frantically
, trying to reach her son. But the man behind her held her tightly, rendering her immobile
. She could only watch as he carried her body, step by step, towards the two familiar boys.
"Spare my son! Please, I beg you! I'll do anything you want, I'll do anything you want with
me, just don't do this to Tiantian anymore, I beg you!" Menglan was crying uncontrollably, her tears smearing her makeup
. The wet mascara and eyeliner left black lines at the corners of her eyes, but unexpectedly, they added a unique
allure.
She pleaded desperately, her face streaked with tears, but the man simply lowered her body slowly, as if performing some
solemn ritual.
Lu Tian was too weak to struggle any longer. He could only lie face down on the floor, like a lamb to the slaughter.
The penis in his anus was still throbbing, but the pain was not as intense as before. He felt that his anus
was numb, just like his heart, devoid of feeling. He let Dou Zi thrust in and out, only occasionally lifting
his head to catch his breath.
He felt something hit his face; it was wet, like some kind of liquid. A drop landed
on his lips, the taste of which was fishy and nauseating. He struggled to lift his head to look up.
The first thing that caught my eye was a pair of red patent leather stilettos. The 11-centimeter heels were incredibly
alluring. Inside the shoes were a pair of slender, shapely legs. Though not very long, they were perfectly proportioned
. These shapely legs were encased in black sheer stockings, the lines extending to the suddenly fuller
hips. Torn pieces of stockings still clung to them, contrasting with the snow-white skin and thick, dark
pubic hair. The dark red vulva was swollen and covered in clear secretions
and traces of white semen. The opening of the vulva was so tightly closed from the man's thrusting
that streams of cloudy semen trickled out and dripped onto my face.
Moving upwards along the woman's flat, white abdomen, her two exquisite breasts swayed gently, their deep red
nipples hard as stones. In the center of this pair of white flesh, a familiar yet unfamiliar face looked at her.
This woman wore an elegant and dignified updo, her well-maintained face delicate and fair. This face had once captivated
the entire nation, making countless people infatuated, but now it looked
at her with utter shock and sorrow.
"Mommy, Mommy, save me, it hurts so much!" Lü Tian struggled to lift his head. His once vibrant
face was now a mess of tears and dust, but the pleading look in his eyes softened Meng Lan's heart.
She forgot her son's cowardice and incompetence, she forgot his previous insults, she forgot
all his unlovable flaws. She only wanted to protect her own flesh and blood; no matter what, he was her child.
No matter how much Menglan pleaded, the man behind her remained motionless. He simply spread his legs
wide and massaged his lower abdomen, causing semen to flow continuously from her vagina.
The amount of semen he ejaculated that time was enormous; soon, Lü Tian's face was covered in white semen. He had no way to avoid it or
wipe it away, and could only watch helplessly as the man's semen flowed from his mother's genitals, smearing his face with
a white smear.
However, the throbbing from behind slowed down, and Dou Zi's breathing became heavier; it seemed he...
Just as Dou Zi was about to ejaculate, the tall man winked at the cripple standing to the side holding a handheld camera. The cripple
nodded and walked behind Dou Zi. Just as
Dou Zi's buttocks trembled as he was about to ejaculate, the cripple raised his leg and kicked Dou Zi in the waist with tremendous force. Dou Zi's body was sent flying forward.
"Ah!" Dou Zi let out a chilling scream. His penis, still inserted in Lü Tian's anus, was violently
twisted forward by the force of the kick, and then broken at the base. He fell onto Lü Tian's back,
causing Lü Tian to scream. Lü Tian's anus, which had already been torn open, was now further ripped open by the impact
, leaving several bloody streaks on his shrunken buttocks, making it look quite gruesome.
The tall man raised his foot and kicked the groaning Dou Zi off Lü Tian.
Dou Zi rolled on the ground a few times, clutching his groin and moaning incessantly. His penis was limp and hanging upside down on his stomach
, the semen that hadn't yet ejaculated slowly leaking out, but it seemed that it would never be usable again
.
But Lü Tian wasn't much better off. The tall man then kicked him, making him roll over onto his back.
His penis, which had involuntarily become erect during Dou Zi's anal penetration,
stood there like a plump little ginseng root. The tall man raised his foot and kicked him hard downwards.
Lu Tian let out an even more agonizing scream as the man's heavy leather boots stomped down on his genitals
. The boots, with their gear-like rubber soles, ground down on Lu Tian's penis and testicles, crushing them
mercilessly as if crushing an ant. When the boots were lifted again,
only a mangled pile of flesh remained between Lu Tian's legs.
Meng Lan witnessed all of this clearly. When she saw her beloved son writhing on the ground in pain
, her heart ached as if the sky were falling. What pained her even more was that her son's genitals
had been crushed by the man. Judging from the shape of his groin, the penis that had once brought her so much comfort and pleasure
was beyond repair. She had never seen such a horrific sight before, so her
screams were no weaker than her son's.
"No...please...please, save my child!"
Then, Menglan felt a lightness in her body as she was placed on her son's body. Her face was directly facing
the bloody, mangled flesh between his legs, which looked like freshly cut pig intestines, a disgusting mix of red and white
. But only one thought occupied her mind: her son's manhood was gone; he could never use it again; he
was a cripple.
She tried to cup the flesh in her hands, trying to restore her son to his original form, but she couldn't.
The flesh that she had managed to squeeze together collapsed as soon as she let go. The harder she tried to squeeze them back together, the more screams Lü Tian let out.
She felt a chill run through her body, a chill that went to her bones. Her naked body trembled, and suddenly she felt a
warm flow overflow from between her legs; she had lost control of her bladder.
Menglan's crotch was directly opposite Lü Tian's head. Hot, gushing urine flowed from her vagina like
a faucet, spraying directly onto Lü Tian's face. The warm urine washed
away the semen and dirt, revealing a pale, bloodless face. Lü Tian was already screaming in pain.
Menglan's urine splashed into his mouth, carrying the pungent smell of a mature woman, choking him and causing him to cough incessantly
. Tears mixed with urine streamed down his face, which he then wiped again.
The tall man slowly unzipped his pants, revealing a large bulge between his thick, hairy thighs.
Pulling down his underwear revealed a thick, long penis, its length and size surpassing that of any other man.
He then pulled a condom from his pocket, carefully placing it on his hard, swollen penis, before
grabbing Menglan's waist and lifting her up.
"Ah—no, it hurts so much!"
Menglan opened her bright red mouth and let out an extremely sharp scream. She felt a thick, long
penis thrust into her, but its target was her anus. The man's penis was
so thick that she could clearly feel the tearing sound of her anus being ripped apart. The pain was incomparable to any form of torture
. Her hands gripped the ground weakly, her long, slender nails, painted with bright red nail polish, filled with
dirt, but she didn't care about the dirt anymore.
The man's huge penis continued to penetrate deeper and deeper. She felt as if her body had been split in two.
When the man's penis entered, she felt as if she couldn't even breathe. Then the man began to thrust his huge
penis in and out. Every time he inserted it into her anus, Menglan felt as if her body was being pierced through.
The length of that huge penis was like a long spear, as if it was going to pierce her through. But as he withdrew, the
enormous glans scraped against the walls of her anus, causing her excruciating pain that almost made her urinate.
She vaguely felt the massive penis was familiar, but she had no time to think. The man's thrusts
seemed filled with hatred, relentlessly penetrating her anus, churning her intestines into a chaotic
mess. She shook her head weakly, biting her lower lip hard, trying to alleviate the excruciating pain of her anus being stretched to its
limit. Her once neatly combed hair came undone, her brownish-yellow hair cascading over her shoulders,
swaying with the movement of her snow-white upper body.
Menglan didn't know how long this punishment would last, nor why the man was torturing her like this. She simply
held on, enduring the increasingly violent thrusts from behind, letting the man's massive penis ravage her anus
. Her mind was no longer on herself; her eyes were only on her son beneath her and his ravaged
genitals.
As the man's strength increased, her head drooped lower and lower until it pressed against her son's crotch. The mangled,
bloody flesh was right before her eyes, but she had given up trying to mend it. Instead, she carefully,
as if handling precious treasures, took the limp genitals into her mouth, soothing them with her warm oral cavity, as
if they still held life.
She could see nothing else—no sky, no earth, no trees, no man, and no son.
Looking at the mangled penis, all she saw was the chubby baby in her swaddling clothes,
the little boy who had suffered a cut on his stomach for his sake. Lu Tian was born with a loud voice and a cute, chubby face. She always
believed her son would become a great man, so she wanted to give him the best and eliminate any
worries he might have. Even if he occasionally made mistakes, she believed it was just part of the path to greatness; everyone goes through that when they're young
. She was sure others were wrong to criticize her son; they were just jealous of her, jealous of her family's
wealth, jealous of having such an outstanding son.
Everything unfolded as she had predicted. Her son grew faster than other children from a young age; who wouldn't
love a tall, big boy? What did it matter if he had a few women outside? Those shameless women must have seduced him. Besides,
his younger brother was developing early; she couldn't let him suffer from this. Whatever woman he wanted, she would do everything in her
power to get her for him. Even if he wanted his mother's body, no problem. As long as it helped him get through the turbulent adolescence,
any price was worth it. Moreover, her son's younger brother brought her much joy, a
joy she couldn't find in her marriage.
Menglan had been gently holding that rotten scrotum in her mouth for a while, but it showed no signs of life, unlike usual when it would quickly
become erect, baring its fangs and claws, trying to burrow into her genitals. But Menglan didn't give up. This thing was
born from her body; she had urinated on it, bathed it, watched it grow stronger day by day, and finally
inserted it into her vagina, into the place where it was born, joyfully swallowing the white,
cloudy fluid that gushed out.
Was all of this irretrievable? Menglan shook her head unwillingly, gazing joyfully at her son beneath her
. She silently murmured, "It's alright, Tiantian, everything will come back. Come back into Mommy's body
, let Mommy protect you well, you won't have to suffer anymore."
The man's thrusts grew more and more violent, Menglan's head swaying incessantly, but her eyes
revealed an unwavering determination. No one noticed the strange smile that flickered across her face before she closed
her eyes, now stained black with mascara, and shut her mouth.
"Ah—" Lü Tian screamed again like a pig being slaughtered, trembling on the floor in agony.
Menglan, lying on top of him, gently raised her head. Her eyes were tightly closed, her expression utterly relaxed, as if lost in a beautiful
memory. Her cherry-red lips were pressed tightly together, a thin line of bright red slowly trickling
down from the corner of her mouth, as dazzling as the lipstick she wore.
Between Lü Tian's legs, the previously bloody and mangled mass had disappeared, replaced by
a still-bleeding hole.
In the autumn suburbs of Yanjing, the gloomy sky mercilessly watched the earth. A narrow path wound through a sparsely populated
forest. A military-green Hyundai Tucson SUV with its license plates covered was parked in an open space by the roadside. In
front of the SUV, a short man was holding a handheld video camera, intently filming something. The camera lens
was pointed at a naked boy with acne-covered skin, groaning while clutching his genitals. Beside him
on the ground lay a mass of white flesh; upon closer inspection, it was clear that it was two bodies entangled together
. The man on the ground was completely naked and bound with rope, while the woman on top of him had her upper body exposed, her lower body
covered in black stockings, and her feet in 11-centimeter stilettos.
The woman's hair was disheveled, obscuring her face, but her skin was incredibly fair and delicate. Although
not very tall, her legs were perfectly proportioned, and combined with her slender waist, she exuded
feminine allure. Her buttocks were prominently displayed, and a thick, arm-sized penis was
thrusting in and out of her anus. The owner of this large penis was a tall man; his bare thighs
were strong and hairy, and his two rock-hard buttocks trembled like a motor. He had maintained this thrusting position
for over half an hour, yet each insertion and withdrawal remained firm and powerful, the condom-covered shaft
pulling out a ring of bright red anal flesh with each stroke.
The autumn wind gently blew through the beech grove, carrying away the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and a few faint
moans. The three intertwined bodies formed an extremely bizarre and lewd picture, like
a pyramid of human flesh, swaying precariously under the control of the man at the top, until he held his breath
and ejaculated into a condom. After slowly withdrawing his penis from the woman's anus, he carefully put
away the condom containing the liquid.
The couple lying on the ground were pressed tightly together, and a thin stream of water flowed beside them, the
flowing liquid as red as blood, quickly seeping into the damp soil. The leaves on the beech trees had already turned
yellow, and a few were blown by the wind to the ground, where they were wrapped up in the blood-stained, damp soil. Next spring,
this soil would surely be very fertile, and the vegetation growing from it would certainly be lush, but no one would ever
notice this place again.
Menglan was lifted up again, this time thrown face-to-face onto her son. Her hair was disheveled
and draped over her pale body, her slender legs, encased in black stockings, hung limply.
In the center of her plump, white buttocks, her dark red anus bulged, the bright red flesh protruding from it a horrifying sight
.
Yet, she showed no concern for her own body, tightly embracing Lü Tian beneath her, gently kissing
her son's face, who was now barely breathing and groaning, as if the boy in her arms were still the adorable
chubby baby he once was. She licked away the mixture of dust, semen, and urine from her son's face with her bloodstained tongue,
gazing at the boy with tender affection. Her cherry-like lips sang a beautiful lullaby; her voice, which had resonated in countless
important occasions and performances, was still captivating, but the gentle sound, combined with the horrific scene,
sounded incredibly eerie and chilling.
"Sleep well, sleep well, my dearest baby."
"Mommy's hands will always protect you."
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