Atoning Mother! Unparalleled Love Song

Chapter One: I'll Send You to Hell, Mom!!

"Ah...it hurts...it's so painful..."

A woman's painful groans echoed in the empty room.

The woman, around forty years old, was bound hand-to-hand and suspended by ropes, the ropes deliberately adjusted so that her toes barely touched the ground.

Her full, mature body was completely naked, exposed to the air. Her enormous breasts hung like white peaches from her chest, her legs bare, revealing her thick, engorged labia, from which a strong-smelling nectar oozed, flowing down her legs to the floor.

Several men stood around her, fondling her body. The woman's head hung limply, having been subjected to this humiliation for four hours. The intense assault had exhausted her both physically and mentally, leaving her with no will to resist.

The woman had been captured in the evening.

Wearing a red cheongsam that perfectly accentuated her voluptuous figure, and with an exquisitely groomed, alluring face, her youthful charm, though aged, still exuded a seductive allure that evoked lewd thoughts.
She had just finished playing mahjong with some friends and was walking home, her mind still excitedly replaying the game.

Completely unaware that her fate was about to be drastically altered.

As she passed a car parked by the roadside, the door opened, and a hand reached out from the passenger compartment, grabbing the unsuspecting woman's hand and dragging her inside.

The car sped away, and everything on the street seemed normal, as if nothing had happened. But from that moment on, the woman had fallen into an inescapable erotic hell, and the ruler of this hell was the man now sitting on the sofa in front of her.

Kneeling on the floor before him was a beautiful, elegant middle-aged woman with a graceful figure, her slender hands gripping his penis, intently performing oral sex, occasionally emitting "tsk"
sounds from her sensual lips.

While enjoying attentive oral sex, the man ordered his henchmen to torture the kidnapped woman. The

poor woman suffered cruel torture, her intense arousal constantly aroused, but she could never find release. She was subjected to various forms of sexual abuse, and no matter how much she cried and begged, the man on the sofa remained unmoved.

This man was cold-blooded and ruthless, possessing a domineering aura.

He had a strong physique and handsome appearance, wearing an expensive watch and ring—a very accomplished man—yet he exuded an air of arrogance and cold dominance.

Although he casually stroked the woman's hair with one hand, his eyes shone with a terrifying, deathly light.

The woman couldn't understand why this terrifying man, whom she had never met before, would treat her with such cruelty.

"Please, let me go! I'll give you money,"

the woman cried out again, unable to endure it any longer. Though her expression was sorrowful, her body writhed violently, as if her mind were detached from her body, greedily swallowing the man's magnificent genitals. The woman was in this state because she had been injected with a powerful aphrodisiac.

Ignoring her pleas, the two burly men began to violently assault her again with their enormous, incredibly long and hard penises.

The man in front gripped one of her plump thighs, pushing her forward with the force of his thrusts. Because she was suspended, she was completely unable to maintain her balance and swayed in the air. Each fierce thrust from the man lifted her body into the air, and when she swung back down, she received a powerful insertion with the force of his entire weight.

Moreover, another man stood behind her, doing the same thing, except that he was inserting into her anus.
This rapid and intense stimulation made each insertion feel like it was piercing her uterus, and the collision of flesh produced loud "slap" sounds.

The woman desperately dangled her other leg towards the ground, her snow-white foot stretched straight, trying to reduce the impact of the impact by friction between her toes and the ground, but to no avail.

The intense sensation of pleasure mixed with the pain in her wrists caused the woman's body to tremble violently, emitting a pitiful scream. Her two large breasts swayed with her body, creating dazzling waves.

At the same time, the man sitting on the sofa brutally entered the beautiful woman's body beneath him.

Before long, the woman screamed and convulsed again, copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowing down her drooping thighs to the floor—the floor was already soaked with a continuous stream of vaginal fluid. The men did not stop thrusting, but the woman's body, too exhausted, could no longer provide an exciting response.

Seeing this scene, a tall, muscular blonde woman emerged from the corner, holding a syringe filled with a drug.

"No...no...spare...spare me..." the woman cried, trying to escape. This was the third time she had been injected with this unknown drug. Each injection would generate intense sexual desire, but after the drug wore off, her body would be exhausted and in excruciating pain, feeling as if it were about to split open—the feeling was unbearable.

"Hmm." The man sitting on the sofa groaned, setting down the woman who had reached her climax. He stood up and walked to the tormented woman, cupping her heavy breasts in his hands.

"It's painful, isn't it! This is heroin mixed with a potent aphrodisiac. Once injected, you can't live without it. If you stop using it, you'll experience pain worse than death."

Hearing this, the woman abruptly raised her head, looking at the man in terror, feeling an unprecedented fear.
Oh God, she'd been injected with an addictive aphrodisiac, and from now on, she could never escape its control. Why was this happening?

"From now on, you'll be a sex slave here, serving men. An old woman like you won't earn money if you don't work hard, and then there won't be any of this drug for you." The man then revealed something even more terrifying.

Everything was over. She'd become a drug addict, needing drugs to survive, and even had to provide sexual services to get them. Why did this miserable life have to befall her? Overwhelmed with despair, the woman screamed, "Why are you doing this to me? You want money? I'll give it to you. Why do you have to do something so cruel? "

The man looked at her coldly. "Your money, it's all from your daughter who makes porn, isn't it? You forced her to make porn so you could have money to spend."

"You…how do you know about my daughter?"

"Pushing your own daughter into hell, someone like you doesn't deserve to be called a mother. I hate shameless mothers like you the most, so I'm punishing you, making you even more despicable than your daughter." "

This is my own business, why should you interfere? Why did you do this?"

"Because I want to punish all the sinful—mothers—in this world." The man sneered, giving the woman a shocking answer.

Just as the woman was stunned, the woman holding the syringe plunged the tip into her body, injecting the drugs inside.

"Who are you?" In her final moments of lucidity before succumbing to her burgeoning lust, the woman suddenly thought of this question.

"Ghost Hatred!" the man said with a smile.

Ghost Hatred!!!

The woman's eyes widened in despair. Falling into Ghost Hatred's hands meant the end for everything.

Immersed in despair at being unable to fight fate, the woman resignedly twisted her body. Soon, her snow-white skin began to flush a bewitching red again. She swayed her nearly paralyzed body, cooperating with the man's assault.

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The two naked people lay on the bed. The beautiful woman who had been with Guihen earlier looked at Guihen, who was playing with her nipples.

"Master Gui, your mother has been found."

"Really?"

Before Guihen's eyes, the image of a young woman and a small child appeared once more.
"Xiaoming, Mommy is so sorry! Because Mommy is getting married, Mommy can't let anyone know that Mommy has a son like you, so I have to give you away."

"Mommy!!" The young boy cried loudly as he watched his mother leave.

Guihen's hand squeezed the hard nipple of the woman beneath him hard, as if it were his own mother's nipple. The woman's body trembled in pain, but a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"Where is she now?"

"She's a Chinese language teacher at a middle school. Her husband died ten years ago, and she has a fifteen-year-old son."

"I will punish her, make her wish she were dead. She will suffer everything I have gone through."

************

Shoulder-length hair framed a sweet face, snow-white skin shimmering with a pearly luster, still-high breasts, and long, slender legs. This was how Shuhui saw herself in the dressing mirror as she changed into her morning work clothes. Her perfectly curvaceous, full body possessed such mature charm, completely unlike a forty-year-old woman. She

was already at the age where, as the saying goes, "like a wolf in sheep's clothing," and more sensitive to the opposite sex than before. Occasionally, touching her sensitive areas would send a heat rising from her lower abdomen.

(Now, I'm like a ripe fruit; if no one picks it, it will only silently fall to the ground and rot.)

Yet, she had no intention of dating a man. The main reason was her deep disappointment in her husband, who died ten years ago. Following her parents' arrangement, she married a wealthy young man, only to find he was a gambler and womanizer, utterly unreliable and unable to be a lifelong partner. He squandered the family fortune and then died of alcoholism.
Now, Shuhui was surrounded by lecherous men who lusted after her beauty.

It was this consideration that allowed her to forcibly suppress the burning desire within her. (Even if I rot, it's better than being played with by someone who doesn't cherish me.) Whenever she inevitably felt lonely, Shuhui would think this way.

(If I'm going to find someone, I must find a man who truly loves me; otherwise, I shouldn't look for anyone at all. I can't repeat the mistakes of the past.)

Just then, the front door clicked open; her son, Zhiwei, had returned.

Fifteen-year-old Zhiwei had been expelled from school in the spring for misbehavior and hadn't attended since, becoming a lazy, dissolute youth.

Shuhui quickly dressed—in a conservative business suit—and stepped out of the bedroom. She immediately saw Zhiwei, looking exhausted, his eyes bloodshot, still wearing yesterday's clothes.

It was eight in the morning, and Zhiwei had clearly been out all night.

"Where have you been? Why are you only coming back now? How can you survive in this world? You don't even study, just fooling around all day..."

Shuhui scolded her son loudly, but Zhiwei was like a stubborn pig, unmoved by his mother's reprimands. Basically, Shuhui was helpless with her son, except for a few words. Because of her past actions that violated her maternal duties, she spoiled him excessively, resulting in this situation.

Zhiwei paced around the room, and when he saw his mother preparing to leave, he grabbed her handbag.

"I'm out of money, give me some."

"What? Out of money again? I just gave you three thousand yuan the day before yesterday..."

Zhiwei snatched his mother's handbag and pulled out his wallet.

Not only did he have no intention of working, but he also frequently asked his mother for money, treating her like a cash cow, using the money to go out and fool around.

Zhiwei was that kind of despicable person, just like her deceased husband; calling him a future scumbag wouldn't be an exaggeration.
"What are you doing..."

"Anyway, you only have me as your son, this money will be mine sooner or later." Zhiwei said fiercely.
After taking the money, Zhiwei left quickly and disappeared in no time. It seemed he had only come back to ask his mother for money. Feeling lost, Shuhui leaned against the wall and began to cry alone.

"How could I have such a son?"

She thought of Zhiwei's words before he left.

(Anyway, you only have me as your son...)

(If... if Xiaoming... Xiaoming were still alive... that would be good.)

Crystalline tears, like pearls, fell drop by drop from her sad eyes to the ground.

**********

"Pervert, shameless, filthy bastard."

Shuhui cursed inwardly as she got off the bus.

It was all because she had happened to stand next to Director Lu, who had always harbored improper thoughts about her, on the bus. As a result, Director Lu took advantage of the crowded situation to grope her.

Director Lu was a large, obese man in his forties, with a receding hairline and a protruding belly. He was the kind of middle-aged lecherous man that Shuhui found most repulsive—one who, despite owning a car, insisted on taking the bus to and from work to harass passengers. This man happened to be the dean of academic affairs at Shuhui's school, and he had been making sexual advances towards her.

At first, he would rub his buttocks against her skirt, then he would stroke her with his entire hand, and later he would even slip his fingers under her skirt to touch her panties.

Actually, Shuhui had sensed his intentions from the beginning, but due to intense shame, and
more importantly, fear of angering him and causing more serious consequences—if she offended someone as powerful and influential as Director Lu at
the school , she might lose her job.

(What if I offend these people! I'm a widow, with no man to rely on, and my son is a good-for-nothing. It's best not to cause trouble.)

Director Lu was aware of Shuhui's concerns, which is why he groped her so brazenly. Shuhui could only silently try to avoid his advances, but there were people everywhere, making it impossible to escape. What frightened Shuhui even more was that she was actually responding to this lewdness. From Director Lu's smug look, it was clear he had noticed the change in her body.

Fortunately, just as Director Lu was about to use his other hand to caress Shuhui's full breasts, the bus arrived at the stop. Shuhui ran off the bus as if fleeing, cursing herself inwardly and feeling sad.

"If only I had a man by my side. If I had a man, Director Lu would be more restrained and wouldn't dare to act so recklessly," she thought involuntarily.

Just then, Shuhui heard someone calling her name.

"Teacher Lin."

The hoarse voice made it obvious who it was without even turning around.

"Ah! Director Lu, good morning!" Shuhui quickly wiped away her tears and forced a smile as she greeted him. Not only did she not dare to criticize the man's behavior on the bus, but she also had to pretend that nothing had happened. Director Lu, however, looked at her with a lewd grin.

"Teacher Lin, you look so beautiful today! Is it because you're feeling so comfortable? Actually, I can make you even more comfortable," Director Lu said exaggeratedly, leering at Shuhui with his eyes, and casually placing his hand on her shoulder.

Shuhui struggled to break free of the lecherous hand and fled into the teachers' office of Peiying High School, where she taught.

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"Now, everyone, please open your textbooks. Today we're having lesson thirteen..."

Shuhui stood on the podium, holding her Chinese textbook. It was her class time, in the afternoon.
Most of the students weren't listening; some were sleeping, some were talking. Since nothing serious had happened, Shuhui pretended not to notice.

This high school was a so-called third-rate high school, and most of the students were poor students who had no intention of, and couldn't possibly, get into university; they just wanted to coast through until graduation.

Halfway through the lesson, laughter and chatter came from the back row, which Shuhui could no longer pretend not to hear.
"Damn, what big tits!"

"I really want to touch that fat ass."

Several students sat together, oblivious to everyone else, discussing erotic topics. The ringleader was Chen Wensheng, a notorious troublemaker in the school.

What a nuisance! Faced with the students' open provocation, Shuhui couldn't disregard her dignity as a teacher. She steeled herself and walked to Chen Wensheng's seat, where she saw an open pornographic magazine on his desk.

"Chen Wensheng, please watch your behavior," Shuhui said in what she thought was a very authoritative tone.

"Everyone does this kind of thing, what's there to be ashamed of? Actually, you like doing this kind of thing too,
don't you, teacher?" Completely disregarding his teacher, the tall, flamboyantly dressed Chen Wensheng grinned and uttered vulgarities.

"You…"

"What's there to be ashamed of? Oh, right, this morning on the bus, I think I saw a man touching your ass." Unexpectedly, Chen Wensheng suddenly said something that Shuhui hadn't expected.
Shuhui's face flushed bright red. Unexpectedly, the embarrassing scene from that morning had been witnessed by a student and even publicly discussed in class.

"You...you're talking nonsense..."

This unexpected turn of events threw Shuhui into a panic. The thought of disciplining the student vanished completely; she wanted nothing more than to cover Chen Wensheng's mouth with her hand.

"Hey, is it true, teacher? Did you encounter a pervert?"

Hearing this, the entire class became agitated.

"Possibly, but when that man put his fingers inside your skirt, you looked like you were enjoying it, so it's possible he did it with your permission," Chen Wensheng said loudly.
This was what terrified Shuhui the most. Her morning arousal had been discovered by someone, and by one of her students!

In shame and anger, Shuhui suddenly realized with horror that her body was reacting sexually, feeling her nipples erect and rubbing uncomfortably against her bra.

(What's wrong with me?) Disturbed by her body's reaction, Shuhui instinctively blurted out words she deeply regretted.

"Nonsense, how did you know?"

Amidst the class's uproarious laughter, Shuhui realized she had revealed her secret. Ashamed, she threw down her books and rushed out of the classroom.

************

Back home, it was still cold and quiet. Zhiwei was still out fooling around and, of course, wouldn't come back.

Shuhui lay on the bed and cried her heart out.

Everything was wrong.

She had married according to her parents' wishes, but her husband was a spendthrift who squandered the family fortune and then died of alcohol poisoning, leaving her and young Zhiwei destitute.

Although she tried her best to maintain the family, Zhiwei followed in his father's footsteps, lacking ambition and only knowing how to eat, drink, and be merry, squandering almost all the money she had painstakingly saved over the years.
Most disappointingly, there was no man she could rely on. The constant sexual harassment was impossible to guard against, and every man around her coveted her beauty, like Director Lu, who wanted to keep her as a mistress, an object to satisfy his desires.

Now even students are playing with her. After what happened today, how can she face students who have ill intentions towards her? It's like throwing herself into the lion's den. Thinking of the news about delinquent students abusing teachers, Shuhui felt a chill run down her spine.

Sometimes she couldn't help but think that it would be better to die than to live like this.

"Beep...beep..."

She didn't know how long she had been crying when the phone suddenly rang.

Shuhui subconsciously reached for the receiver, and then she heard Zhiwei's crying voice coming from the other end.

"Mom, save me." After Zhiwei cried out like that, there was no sound. She heard the sound of fists hitting flesh and Zhiwei crying from the other end of the line. Shuhui's heart jumped.

"Zhiwei! Zhiwei!" She shouted into the phone twice, and then a deep male voice came from the other end.
"If you want your son to live, come downstairs immediately." It was

a very cold male voice, with a murderous aura in it. She had never heard such a male voice before, but Shuhui felt a sense of familiarity.

"Hey! Hey! What have you done to my son?"

*Click* The other end of the phone hung up.

**********

A black Mercedes-Benz 600 was parked downstairs. In the driver's seat was a tall, robust Caucasian woman with very short blonde hair. Seeing Shuhui, she opened the back door and gestured for her to get in.

The Mercedes sped away, gradually leaving the city and entering the sparsely populated suburbs, finally pulling into a manor with two huge electric iron gates.

It was like a dream; suddenly, a magnificent, imposing castle appeared before her, brightly lit inside. Shuhui had never known that such European-style buildings existed in the city. Above the castle gate was an emblem of a ferocious demon head holding a purple chrysanthemum in its mouth. The parking lot to one side of the gate was filled with luxury cars like Mercedes-Benz and BMWs.

(Who captured Zhiwei? Why did they bring me to a place like this?) Shuhui couldn't help but think to herself.

The Mercedes stopped, and the blonde woman in the driver's seat—if this 2-meter-tall, broad-shouldered, and perpetually stern-faced figure could be considered gendered—led Shuhui up the steps. Four women in well-tailored white suits stood before the entrance, bowing together upon seeing Shuhui and the others: "Welcome to Ziju Palace."
Shuhui looked at the four women with surprise. They were all no longer young, but very beautiful—not the kind of alluring beauty found in other similar local women, but rather a very dignified and elegant beauty, naturally radiating mature grace. Two of the women were impeccably behaved; if they weren't standing at the entrance greeting guests, no one would doubt that they were high-ranking noblewomen.

What surprised Shuhui even more were the large, obvious water stains on the lower part of the four women's short skirts. The thin fabric, soaked and clinging to their bodies, clearly revealed dark shadows beneath.
These four women filled Shuhui with an inexplicable unease.

Calming herself down, Shuhui followed the tall woman past the four women and entered the gate of "Purple Chrysanthemum Palace".

Upon entering the building, Shuhui sensed an atmosphere of debauchery.

The lobby was lavishly decorated, with every furnishing an opulent display of luxury. A long row of sofas on the left was filled with beautiful women.

It was obvious that these women, like the ones greeting guests at the door, were not young; Shuhui believed some were even her age, or perhaps older. None of these women showed any signs of aging; instead, they possessed an unusual beauty, exuding a seductive charm. Moreover, their attire deliberately projected elegance, gentleness, and maturity, and regardless of whether their clothing was sexy, they intentionally or unintentionally exposed their most intimate parts.

When they saw Shuhui enter in a conservatively styled suit, they all looked at her with surprise.

Shuhui also secretly observed them. Of course, she was curious, but more importantly, she wanted to ascertain what kind of person she was about to encounter. For some reason, Shuhui felt a strange fear.

Just then, a groan that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure escaped her lips, and a naked woman crawled out from a doorway. She had short hair, a voluptuous yet petite figure, and wore strappy sandals with high heels. Most striking was the dog collar around her neck, the other end of which was held by a young man.
(How perverted!) Shuhui thought.

The young man holding the chain leered at the woman he was leading, saying, "Hey! Little Red, the toilet's right here, hurry up!" He pointed to a pillar in the center of the hall.

The woman with the dog collar lay on the ground, looking around hesitantly. Besides Shuhui, several other men, presumably clients of prostitution, were also watching this lewd scene with interest.
"Master, please… there are so many people here… let me go to my room…"

"You bitch trying to bargain? Don't forget your place. If you dare disobey me today, don't even think about my big cock fucking you once," the man said rudely.

The woman slowly crawled towards the pillar, raised one leg, and leaned against it, instantly exposing her private garden to everyone. Only then did Shuhui realize that a huge black dildo had already been inserted into her thick, black-haired vulva.

Just as the woman relaxed to urinate, the man who had led her out suddenly said, "Wait a minute." He then placed a teapot, about a liter in capacity, beneath her.

"It all has to go in there, not a single drop can leak out."

The woman gave him a resentful look, then lowered her head and carefully adjusted her position to meet his demands. Soon, Shuhui clearly saw her labia open, and a golden stream of fluid gushed from her clitoris, flowing like a galloping horse, dripping into the teapot… not a single drop leaked out.

After urinating, the woman shook her body a few times to clean the remaining urine from her labia. However, she remained standing there motionless for a while, still moaning. Shuhui looked closely and saw that the dildo inserted into the woman's vagina was actually writhing on its own. Then, the woman grasped the end of the dildo with one hand and began to thrust in and out. Lustful fluid flowed from her vagina, dripping into the teapot. Not long after, the woman screamed and climaxed, her body trembling violently. Perhaps her lust had been aroused, and her shame had lessened after masturbating in public, the woman, after catching her breath, crawled to the man.
"Master...I...I've finished...going to the toilet, please...master...use...your big...big cock...fuck me...master...my...are so itchy...master, please help me...use your big cock...to stop the itch..."

"What did you do after you went to the toilet?"

"Ah...I...I...someone was watching...me...going to the toilet...I got...excited...my pussy was so itchy...so I...masturbated myself..."

"I just brought you out to the toilet, who told you to masturbate?"

"I...I know I was wrong...please...master...punish...me..."

"Go and get that teapot."

"Yes." The woman obediently brought over the teapot filled with her urine and vaginal fluid.

"Drink it."

"Yes..."

The woman really "glug" "glug" and drank the full pot of urine she had just excreted.
"Is it good?"

"It's delicious."

"Mmm! Since you're so obedient, I'll let you taste my big cock!"

"Thank you... thank you, Master."

The man pulled the chain and walked inside, laughing as he asked, "You already have a cock in your pussy, why do you still want more?"

The woman lifted her buttocks and crawled faster, panting as she said, "Because... Master, yours is... better... bigger!"

Soon the two of them went into the room, and the door closed. The men around them, seeing such a stimulating scene, were all excited beyond control and quickly found their own suitable targets.

Seeing everything that was happening before her eyes, Shuhui was dumbfounded, unable to believe her eyes, her face burning red.

(There are such shameless women in the world!! Is it really that comfortable to do this?)
But suddenly, Shuhui was surprised to find that the middle part of her underwear was also involuntarily hot.

(Oh dear! How come I also...)

Just then, Shuhui heard several women sitting next to her talking about what had just happened.

"Why is Sister Xiaohong always like this? Can't you get enough of doing this in public?"

"You're the same way. Last time you masturbated in front of that supermarket, your pussy was so wet."

"You're the same..."

(What if Zhiwei's men make me do this too? What should I do?) Shuhui wondered to herself. (I will never let him do this to me.)

Just as she was lost in thought, someone tapped her shoulder. Startled, Shuhui turned around and immediately saw a woman with gentle eyes smiling at her. This was a very charming woman, probably in her forties. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a kind smile.

She

was also wearing a very sexy purple evening gown, the short skirt barely covering her hips revealing her long legs, yet she exuded a completely different charm from the woman sitting in the lobby.
The woman was also looking at Shuhui with keen interest, carefully examining her from head to toe. (Is this the master's mother? She's much more beautiful than I expected. Heaven hasn't been completely cruel to the master yet!)

"You must be Mrs. Lin. My name is Wang Biyun. Please come with me. My master is waiting for you." After saying this in a soothing, mellow, and melodious voice, the woman turned and walked towards the stairs.

"Master... Is there still such a thing as a master and slave in this world?" Shuhui wondered.

As she followed Biyun up the stairs, Shuhui noticed that Biyun was wearing a pair of high, thin purple heels. Following her two slender legs, she could see all the way to the top of her legs. From her lower position, Shuhui could clearly see that Biyun wasn't wearing underwear. Her beautifully contoured genitals were almost completely exposed to Shuhui's eyes. In the cleft between her legs, she could vaguely see the glistening of vaginal fluid.

Equally astonishing to Shuhui as the obscene scene was Biyun's graceful walking posture. Her upper body remained upright and still, her legs effortlessly and evenly extending forward alternately, her rounded buttocks swaying gently from side to side, exuding both nobility and dignified elegance, yet also possessing an undeniable sensuality.

Biyun showed no sign of discomfort or deliberate attempt to conceal herself while walking, indicating she was accustomed to this attire.

(This woman is probably an exhibitionist!)

"You must be very surprised to see me dressed like this," Biyun, walking ahead, said suddenly, as if knowing Shuhui's age. Shuhui was startled, realizing she was being addressed.
"Aren't you afraid of what people will say?"

"What will they say? That I'm a shameless woman? Those are just attacks on me!
But what do I mean to them personally? I am my master's woman. My master likes me this way, and that's enough for me." Her

calm tone belied the shocking truth.

"You are very obedient to your master, aren't you?"

"Yes," Biyun admitted.

"So, are you happy now?"

"Very, very happy." Biyun smiled, her tone very certain.

They had reached the top of the stairs, and a closed wooden door stood not far away. Biyun stopped and turned to look at Shuhui.
"We're about to meet Master. Would you like to hear a word from the bottom of my heart?"

"Go ahead."

"A woman's greatest happiness is to find a man who loves her and whom she loves in return. Therefore, meeting Master is the greatest fortune of my life." "

...Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I hope...my man will be happy."

"What?!"

Chapter Two: Your Name is Slave, Mother!!

The door opened, revealing a spacious office. The first thing Shuhui saw was Zhiwei lying on the floor, groaning. Shuhui quickly knelt down and hugged Zhiwei, but Zhiwei didn't show any joy. Instead, he turned his head away, unable to look at her.

"Mom, Mom...I'm sorry..." These were the first words Zhiwei uttered upon seeing his mother.
"Sorry about what?" Hearing her son's strange words, Shuhui had a bad feeling, but she couldn't help but ask.

Zhiwei didn't speak, but looked up at the man sitting on the sofa in front of him. Shuhui followed his gaze, her heart skipping a beat.

He was an extremely handsome man with a face that looked as if it had been carved with a knife. But what Shuhui noticed were his eyes. When the man looked at her, his long, narrow eyes emitted a gaze devoid of any emotion, yet it sent chills down Shuhui's spine—those were practically the eyes of a devil.

But at the same time as seeing those eyes, Shuhui's heart trembled, and a strange feeling of familiarity welled up within her, as if this man were someone very close to her. Biyun, who had brought Shuhui in, knelt at the man's feet, resting her head on his lap, a serene smile on her face—this man, of course, was Biyun's master, Guihen.

"Your son borrowed five million from me at the casino! Because he can't pay it back, he's pawning you to me!
This is an IOU with your son's signature." Guihen looked at his beautiful, sorrowful mother, feeling a surge of vengeful pleasure.

(This is the woman who abandoned me for her own happiness! You bitch, you've finally fallen into my hands.) Looking at his stunned mother, Guihen smiled and uttered cruel words. "From now on, you are my slave."

"Casino... five million!... slave!..." Seeing the IOU with her son's crooked handwriting thrown at her by the man, Shuhui slumped to the ground, feeling dizzy. (How could Zhiwei... how could he do such a thing? He lost money gambling and pawned his mother to someone else. This son is a beast.)

Tears streamed down Shuhui's face as she stared blankly at Zhiwei.

"If you refuse," Guihen waved his hand, and two burly men came over and grabbed Zhiwei, "I'll kill your son."

"Mom... save me... this man really will kill me... he's Guihen... the Guihen of the Guiying Association!"

Guihen! ! The Ghost Ying Society!!

The man before her was none other than Gui Hen of the Ghost Ying Society!!

Even Shu Hui, who never paid attention to the social news, knew the name of the Ghost Ying Society, and even more so, Gui Hen's reputation.
In this city, no one was unaware of the Ghost Ying Society.

Three years ago, a criminal organization suddenly appeared, starting by manipulating women into prostitution. Through cruel methods and strict discipline, it quickly transformed from an unknown small gang into a behemoth controlling the entire Asian sex industry and human trafficking. This gang was the Ghost Ying Society.

The leader of the Ghost Ying Society was a mysterious figure feared and known as the "Ghost King," named Gui Hen. This man had become the ruler of the city's dark world; a woman falling into his hands was tantamount to falling into an eternal abyss of depravity. She

had never imagined that someone as ordinary as herself would cross paths with such a figure. She remembered laughing when she first heard the name, "How could anyone have such a strange name!" But now, seeing this man in person, she found it anything but funny; she only felt terrified. Her heart felt like it had fallen into an icy abyss from which she could never escape, and even the will to resist had vanished.

(How could an ordinary woman like me possibly contend with someone like Guihen? Falling into the hands of the Guiying Society is like a chicken in a weasel's den; there's no way I can get out.)
Shuhui's mind flashed back to the women she'd seen downstairs. If she were to save Zhiwei, she'd probably become like those women!

But if she didn't, Zhiwei would…

"All great mothers, in this situation, would probably choose to sacrifice themselves to save their sons, no matter how much they suffer, they wouldn't let their sons suffer at all. You're such a great mother, aren't you?"
Guihen said coldly.

(Am I such a great mother? No, I'm not.)

Shuhui seemed to feel a hint of sarcasm in Guihen's words. Suddenly, memories from many years ago flooded her mind.
Before Shuhui's eyes appeared another small, pitiful figure, eyes wide open like Zhiwei's, crying out, "Mommy… don't leave me…"

(I've already abandoned one son!) Shuhui told herself.

"Thump!" Shuhui knelt on the ground. "Release my son! I...I'm willing to be your slave."
************

"Please examine my body, Master, and see if I'm worthy to be your slave," Shuhui said, forcing back tears as she knelt before Guihen, uttering these unbearable words.

This was Shuhui's ritual of swearing allegiance to Guihen. The ritual was being held in the same office, less than ten minutes after Shuhui was forced to say she was willing to become Guihen's sex slave.

Shuhui herself had never imagined saying such words; she was simply reading from a note Biyun had given her.

Guihen sat expressionlessly on the sofa, looking at Shuhui before him.

Someone moved a low table and placed it between Guihen and Shuhui.

Next, according to the instructions on the paper, Shuhui would personally remove all her clothes and lie on the table for Guihen to examine her body.

(To be humiliated by a man in front of her son!)

But when her gaze fell on Zhiwei, whose expression showed extreme fear, Shuhui sighed helplessly. Her right hand went to the buttons of her coat, unbuttoning them one by one, removing her outer garment, then her skirt, until she stood before Guihen in only her underwear.

Her bra was thrown to the ground, her pantyhose were pulled down, coiling around her feet like snakes, and finally, her briefs slipped down, leaving her completely naked before her son and a complete stranger. Her

full, bell-shaped breasts and soft flesh were features only a fully mature woman possessed. Beneath the thick black pubic hair, her labia trembled slightly, and her snow-white skin flushed with shame. Her distressed and helpless expression only added to her allure.

After stripping completely naked, Shuhui silently lay down on the coffee table.

(For my son, I must persevere, no matter what.) Shuhui encouraged herself.

But Shuhui, feeling the man's lecherous gaze, inexplicably reacted, trembling with a seductive allure.

(Oh dear! What am I going to do? I'll be ridiculed.) The more she thought about it, the harder it was to control her burning emotions. As a result, everyone saw the hard, erect nipples of her full breasts.

All of this was observed by Guihen.

(What a wanton woman.) Thinking this, his hand involuntarily reached out to caress her high, swollen breasts.

When his fingers touched Shuhui's sensitive skin, she gasped, her body tensing.

(These are the breasts of my mother who once nursed me!)

Guihen grasped the lower part of his mother's breast. Although she was a forty-year-old woman, her breasts no longer had the elasticity of a young woman's, but they were still very soft and warm. With a gentle squeeze, the snow-white flesh peeked out from between his fingers.

The man's fingers seemed electrified; Shuhui felt a tingling sensation as he touched them. (So good… How long has it been since a man touched me here… I’ve almost forgotten this feeling…)

Ghost Hate coldly stared at Shu Hui, his fingers digging into her breasts before suddenly grabbing them and pulling them upwards as if uprooting them. The intense pain made Shu Hui scream. Releasing his grip, her breasts slid down, and with each tightening and loosening, she could feel the firmness of her breasts.

“Thank goodness, the shape isn’t deformed; they’re quite beautiful breasts.”

(This treasure I’ve kept for so long is now in the hands of a demon.)

Shu Hui thought painfully as she was being played with. However, hearing the man appraise her breasts like merchandise filled Shu Hui with shame and a strange pleasure; her body began to heat up, and her nipples hardened like never before.
(What a slut!) Ghost Hate’s grotesque hands slid from her breasts down to her thighs.

“Ah… please… don’t…”

Shu Hui pleaded, squeezing her legs together. But Guihen completely ignored her, directly caressing her hidden garden. Fine, glossy pubic hair covered a large area. Guihen's palm caressed the slightly raised mons pubis, his fingers reaching inward to touch the soft labia. The already moist labia were swollen, their color not brown like the woman downstairs, but a vibrant red, because it hadn't been touched by a man for ten years.

(This is where I was born! I'm finally back.)

"Huh!" Guihen looked at Shuhui in surprise, discovering that her vulva was already very wet.

(Not bad, so quickly aroused, truly a lewd woman, just pretending to be innocent and pitiful to gain my sympathy.)

"I'm finished... I'm actually aroused... It's so itchy..." Shuhui's cheeks flushed with shame, but the pleasure in her body caused her previously tightly closed legs to naturally loosen. Shuhui resignedly closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Suddenly, without warning, Guihen's fingers plunged in. The sudden stimulation caused Shuhui to scream, "Ah!"
Her vagina contracted, and Guihen felt his fingers tightly wrapped by warm, tender flesh, her palm overflowing with vaginal fluid.

Guihen rummaged around in her vagina a few times before withdrawing his fingers, holding them in front of Shuhui's eyes and sneering, "You really are a lewd woman!"

Shuhui opened her eyes and immediately saw the thin white lines of fluid wrapped around Guihen's fingers and his contemptuous gaze.
(I really am a shameless slut!!!)

**********

"Now, please check my feelings, Master."

Following Cuiyun's instructions, Shuhui continued reading the title of the next ritual. However, Shuhui didn't know what she was supposed to do—the note didn't specify the requirements.

She fearfully looked up at the terrifying young man.

"I'll give you ten minutes. You must reach orgasm using your own fingers." Guihen pointed to the wall clock: "Begin now."

Shuhui stared at Guihen in disbelief.

"Right...right...here."

(How could there be such an evil person? I absolutely cannot accept such a request! To make me do such a despicable thing in front of so many people, this is a humiliation worse than death!)

"As a slave, how dare you question your master's orders!"

"I...can't do such a thing..."

"Don't you want your son's life?"

"Mom! Please...help me..." Hearing Guihen's words, Zhiwei sobbed and looked at Shuhui with pleading eyes.

"I'm sorry...Mom...I can't do it..." Shuhui refused while crying, not only because of shame, but also because she was afraid of the unimaginable consequences of doing so.

Hearing Shuhui's answer, Zhiwei's face suddenly changed.

"What's wrong with not being able to do it? It's not like I'm asking you to sleep with a man. You were so excited when someone touched you just now, and now you're pretending to be a chaste and virtuous woman." Unexpectedly, due to the threat to his life, Zhiwei said something that chilled Shuhui to the bone in his shame and anger.

"Seeing your son about to die in front of you and refusing to make any sacrifice, you don't deserve to be called a mother!"
Hearing her son's selfish words, Shuhui was stunned, her heart breaking.

Guihen also unconsciously clenched his fists. (Why is it so unfair that such scum can receive a mother's love? Why did she abandon me back then but refuse to abandon this kind of son?)

"Sea Wolf," Guihen said in a deep voice. The tall blonde woman standing in the corner immediately drew a chilling dagger.
"Dislocate one of his left hands first."

The woman expressionlessly held the dagger and walked towards Zhiwei. Zhiwei screamed like a pig being slaughtered in terror. Guihen leisurely watched Shuhui's pale face.

"Wait a minute, I'll do it."

(Even though he's such a useless son, I can't make the same mistake again!! Even if it means—becoming that kind of shameless woman, I can't let my son suffer anymore.) Shuhui thought, looking at Zhiwei.

"I'll do it!" Repeating these words, Shuhui, having made up her mind, took a breath, placed her left hand between her legs, and shyly stroked her labia with her fingers, feeling everyone's gaze upon her.

...One minute...

...Two minutes...

Her opening quickly became wet. Shuhui had experienced orgasm through masturbation before, but never such a rapid reaction.

"Biyun, this slut really gets aroused whenever she does these things in front of men! What a filthy bitch," Guihen said viciously.

Although her body reacted very strongly, Shuhui didn't show any obvious signs of reaching orgasm in the following minutes.

Time passed slowly, and seeing Shuhui's performance, Zhiwei, who had initially relaxed, became tense again.
At this moment, Biyun walked to Shuhui's side: "Shuhui, listen to me. If you want to reach a satisfying orgasm, you must let desire control your body and express your inner thoughts."

(Let desire control your body and express your inner thoughts) Shuhui looked at Biyun, unsure what to do.
"Imagine a man loving you now, a man who can truly give you security and happiness. Don't you want such a man to love you? Don't you want to cast aside all distractions and love such a man with all your might, and let him love you back? Or do you not yearn for such a man, unwilling to dedicate your entire being to such a man?"

"I'm willing… but… what should I do?" Shuhui sighed. Biyun thought for a moment, then walked to Guihen's side and unzipped his pants.

"Shuhui, look here." Shuhui looked in the direction of Biyun's voice and saw Biyun holding Guihen's astonishingly long and thick penis. The enormous, thick shaft made the widowed Shuhui dizzy with fascination.
"Shuhui, just recall the feeling your master gave you. Your master is the man who can bring you happiness... Your master's hands are caressing you, gently, tenderly, beautifully loving you. Yes, just like that, very gently, sliding downwards. Your master, so strong, is loving you. Penetrating you will give you a satisfaction you've never experienced before... a very full feeling... not just physical... but also spiritual fusion..."

Biyun instructed Shuhui, telling her to use Guihen as the object of her sexual fantasies. Guihen glared at his woman with displeasure.

(Why are you saying such things, Biyun?)

(Only you…only your master can bring this poor woman…your mother happiness…you are that man…it’s just that neither of you has realized it yet…)

(Don’t talk nonsense, I hate this woman, I will make her sink into hell, all I can bring her…is endless pain and fear.)

(Be with the man who loves me…)

Biyun’s words were like a magical hypnosis. Unconsciously, Shuhui followed Biyun’s instructions, fantasizing about the feeling of being pierced by Guihen’s huge penis. She forgot her shame, and her slender, fair fingers gently stroked her lower abdomen. The strange feeling she had just experienced when Guihen touched her rose in her heart again.

(This is my man caressing me! Ah! So comfortable!)

“Ah…ah…love me…ah…love me…”

Ah! She touched the fine and resilient hair, and further down…ah! I touched it… My labia are so thick and elastic… Such a precious body, I've rarely used it before… Gently press it, squeeze it… I'm so lewd… I can't care about that, hurry up… My whole hand is wet… I… am so shameless… I can't take it anymore… My clitoris is coming out, touch it with your fingers…

“Hold me… love me… make me… happy…”

For my son, I must release the demon within me… Rub it hard… Ah! So gentle, so comfortable… So many people are watching me, I'm so embarrassed… but so excited…

Gently part my labia… Pick at the tender flesh inside… to comfort me… Ah! Oh no… The labia are swollen, peeking out from between my fingers… They're lonely too! You haven't comforted them for so long... Harder, push it in... One finger, two fingers...

"This... beautiful... body... only wants... to give to you... wants to give... my... heart... to... you too... Don't... leave... me... ah... ah..."

"...I don't care about anything... I just want you to love me... love me... It feels so good, my body is numb... I love you... more intense... more intense... there's no time... almost there... ah!!... almost there..."

In wave after wave of climax, Shuhui subconsciously spoke her heart to the man in her fantasy, and Guihen and Biyun, who were in front of her, heard these words clearly.

This was the cry of a lonely woman yearning for love.

"Master Gui, she's talking to you, she already has you in her heart." Sitting next to Guihen, Biyun told Guihen in a gentle tone: "I have the same experience, hoping for a strong, gentle, trustworthy man by my side, to love me."

(However, I have already gotten the man I love.) Biyun thought contentedly in her heart.

Guihen stared intently at the woman before him, stunned by her moans and murmurs.

(I will never love you, but... I will not let any other man have you...)

"Ah..."

With a long hiss, Shuhui's body suddenly stopped after violent convulsions. Everyone could clearly see the thick fluid slowly flowing from between her swollen, wide-open labia—undeniable evidence of her orgasm.

Shuhui's lower body was wet, and she was breathing heavily and seductively.

Exactly ten minutes had passed.

Guihen straightened his clothes, stood up from the sofa, and walked to Shuhui, who was still lying on the table panting.
"Exciting, isn't it! For you, masturbating in front of so many men, isn't it easier to reach orgasm? Just by facing a man's genitals, you can reach orgasm. You're such a lewd woman." Guihen reached out and caressed Shuhui's alluring, mature body, uttering words filled with hatred.

Shuhui did not refute Guihen's vicious words, looking at the man before her, her gaze falling on his thick, erect penis. Although she had already ejaculated, her body felt even emptier.

(After all, it was still fake. If it were really that big, what would it feel like to have it inside?)
Guihen saw her desire.

"Want my cock?" he sneered. "Slaves don't deserve this kind of treatment."

He turned and ordered Biyun, "Bring me that contract."

************

Slave Contract

Party A: Guihen Party B: Ling Shuhui

Party A and Party B hereby sign this contract. Party A waives all debts owed to Party A by Mr. Fang Zhiwei. At the same time, Party B makes the following promises to Party A:

1. Party B relinquishes all rights as a human being.

2. Party B unconditionally obeys all orders of Party A.

3. Party B will dress according to the requirements of slave clothing.

3. Party B shall unconditionally accept any additional requirements from Party A.

In the event of breach of contract, Party A shall have the right to dispose of Party B and their family members in any manner at will.

Party A Signature: Guihen Party B Signature: "

The contract format was very formal, yet when Ling Shuhui saw the contents of the contract on the table, she suddenly felt an urge to both cry and laugh.

This absurd contract would never be recognized by law, but once signed, her soul had no choice but to accept it.

Once she signed this contract, she could never go back on her word. Her future would belong entirely to the man named Guihen, a man whose voice she had only heard three hours earlier, and whose face she had only seen two and a half hours earlier.

A man involved in organized crime, a man who ran a brothel.

A ruthless, brutal man.

A man known as the 'Ghost King.'"

"Did all those women sign such contracts?"

After a long silence, Shuhui suddenly asked a question that seemed unrelated to the current situation.

"All the palace slaves in Ziju Palace signed such contracts." Guihen leisurely held Biyun in his arms, his hand reaching inside Biyun's clothes to caress her protruding nipples. "And they have to entertain customers every day."
Entertaining customers? That's something only the lowest prostitutes do! This so-called "Ziju Palace" is actually just a "brothel," isn't it?

Could her ripe body really be used at will by strangers as long as she paid?
Ling Shuhui could already imagine herself standing in front of "Purple Chrysanthemum Palace" receiving customers. Would she become that kind of person? Standing wet and soaking wet at the entrance, urinating in front of everyone
(What kind of mentality would it take to do such a thing?)

(Giving up all rights as a human being and becoming this man's slave.)

(Upon breach of contract, Party A has the right to dispose of Party B and their family's bodies in any way they wish.)

(Is this my destiny?)

The air in the room grew heavy because of Shuhui's continued hesitation.

**********

In a corner of the room, Fang Zhiwei nervously watched his mother.

Would she sign?

The scene from ten hours earlier flashed through her mind. She was being brutally beaten in the basement by those thugs from the casino…

“Hey, Fang, when are you going to pay me back?”

“Brother… I really don’t have any money…”

“No money… then I’ll just cut off one of your hands and deposit a million.”

“…Have mercy…”

Just as the watermelon knife was about to strike her elbow…

"Wait a minute."

Two people entered the basement. One was a very cool young man, and the other was a mature and elegant woman with a noble air. However, the woman's attire... even in that situation, I felt an erection...

It was that young man who stopped the watermelon knife attack; I was grateful to him at the time, but he was actually the real devil...

"Are you Mr. Fang Zhiwei?"

"Yes, you are..."

"I am the chairman of this company; this is my property."

"..."

"It seems you owe me a large sum of money! Are you going to pay it back?"

"..."

For some reason, although the young man was smiling when he asked me, there seemed to be something terrifying hidden behind that smile...

"If you can't pay it back, we can make a deal."

...

Then, I was lifted like a chick by a tall, lifeless woman and taken to a very impressive black Mercedes-Benz, to this place called "Purple Chrysanthemum Palace."

In the city, there is actually such an interesting place! Everywhere are those mature, seductive women.
Sitting in the lobby, a petite woman with captivating eyes immediately sat down beside him, wearing a fiery red low-cut mini-dress over her snow-white, voluptuous body—and nothing else.

"Sir, how would you like to play?"

Play

whatever he wanted, Zhiwei had never experienced such pleasure before. He and this woman named Xiaohong tried anal sex, oral sex, breast sex, the "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire" and the "Upside-down Lotus" technique, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

When Zhiwei finally collapsed, exhausted, into Xiaohong's arms, he ran his fingers through her short hair.

"Xiaohong, have you always been this horny?"

"That depends on the person. A little brother like you, Auntie will be so horny she'll be dripping wet."
"Hehe, I'm not a little brother anymore," Zhiwei stroked his still-developing, limp penis, drooping from excessive gratification, "Would a little brother make you this happy!"

Xiaohong chuckled inwardly.

"Yes, yes! How old are you this year?"

"...Seventeen."

Out of vanity, Zhiwei lied about being two years older.

"Ah! You're the same age as my son!"

"So, you have a son too. Then...how old are you this year?"

"Don't laugh at me, but I'm forty-five this year."

"So you're older than my mother!"

"Yes! Here, everyone is so mature and beautiful. If you come often, I can introduce you to many beautiful aunties, and you can do whatever you want with them!"

What a glamorous scene that must be! Fang Zhiwei thought excitedly, this was truly a dreamlike paradise!
Unfortunately, the dream soon ended.

The big woman carried him upstairs to the office like a chick. The young man and the elegant beauty were also there.

"Mr. Fang, did you have a good time? We have the best mature female escorts in all of Asia here!"
Zhiwei nodded frantically, Xiao Hong's petite body swaying before his eyes, so satisfying!!

"But how are you going to pay back the money you owe me?"

"...Money...how to pay back..."

Immersed in the enchanting scene just now, Zhiwei couldn't understand the young man's words at all.
"I think it's better to do this! You can mortgage your mother to us, then our debts can be wiped clean, and I can even give you an extra five million."

Zhiwei was stunned by such a offer.

"How can I mortgage my mother to you?"

"Is that not possible? Then I won't be polite! Sea Wolf."

The young man smiled and made a gesture. The tall woman standing in the corner immediately approached, grabbed the fifteen-year-old boy's arms and lifted him up.

The young man walked up to Zhiwei and began to punch various parts of Zhiwei's body. He punched slowly and rhythmically, one punch after another, and his face still had that smile on it.

Blood spurted out, and flesh flew everywhere.

The boy let out a loud cry, but the young man was completely unmoved, and didn't even change the rhythm of his punches.

When he finally stopped, Zhiwei was covered in wounds.

"How's that?" The man chuckled, looking at Zhiwei sprawled on the ground like a puddle of mud. "I was just warming up. Want to try my real skills?"

Zhiwei shook his head vigorously. Ten minutes later, he dialed his home phone.

When the man hung up, Zhiwei looked at him with fear. This man was like a demon.
"Mr. Fang, do you know who I am?"

Zhiwei looked at the man in front of him and shook his head.

"My name is Guihen (Ghost Hatred)."

(I am your half-brother, but I will never acknowledge a vermin like you as my brother.)
Zhiwei finally understood why his fate was so tragic. If you encounter Guihen, how could you possibly have a good ending?

Now, his mother had arrived, but what would happen to him if she didn't sign?
Images of Guihen's rhythmic punches and terrifying smile flashed through his mind.
(That person probably finds supreme pleasure in killing!)

If his mother didn't sign, the consequences were unimaginable.

Zhiwei groaned, softly calling out,

"Mom... Mom..."

Please sign quickly! If I sign, I can not only leave here, but I can also get the five million this man gave me.

If I sign...

(What would it be like if my mother were in "Purple Chrysanthemum Palace"?)

**********

(...I once abandoned a son out of selfishness...)

Shuhui finally made a decision.

"Where is the pen for signing?"

"There's no pen."

"No pen?"

Shuhui looked suspiciously at Guihen, who had a lewd smile on his face.

"Signing doesn't require a pen." He took out a box of ink and placed it on the table. "Read this contract aloud first, remember to replace the name of Party B with your own, then dip your lower mouth in the ink and stamp it on the contract."

Shuhui stared at him. Why do you torment me in every way? Why are you so cruel

? Guihen still smiled.

"Speak loudly, and remember to stamp it in the right place! If you stamp it in the wrong place, you'll have to start over."

"...Ling Shuhui must unconditionally accept any additional demands from Mr. Guihen. If there is any breach of contract, Mr. Guihen will have the right to execute Ling Shuhui and her family members in any way he deems appropriate. Party A signs, Guihen, Party B signs."

After reading the contract exactly as Guihen instructed, Shuhui stood on the table, squatted down, spread her legs, brought her honey lips to the ink, and then carefully placed her red-painted lips on the place where Party B's signature was.
When she stood up again, there was a long, lip-like pattern on the paper, a red pattern, as red as blood.
Already, the demon's contract bears its mark—a mark of a soul's submission!
Shuhui, who had been suppressing her emotions, inexplicably felt a sense of relief.
"I'll cherish this contract!" Guihen took the contract, admiring the imprint on his mother's genitals.
The damp paper exuded a strong, lewd scent.
(Is this what Mom smells like?!)
"The scent of a slut is truly extraordinary!"
He smiled, looking at himself...

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