[Urban] A Nobody's Romantic Encounter (Complete) - 22-24

Chapter 60 Ask Me to Be the Manager

"Zhao Bo? What's wrong? What happened to you?"

I looked up and saw Shangguan Yunqing and Gong Feihua.

I was in a terrible mood. I ignored them, lay down on the bed, turned my face away, and said to them, "I need to rest now. You can go back."

"Zhao Bo, what's wrong? What happened?"

Shangguan Yunqing quickly walked to my bedside and asked with concern.

She reached out to touch my head, but I slapped her away forcefully. I roared, unable to vent my anger, "...Go away! I don't want to see any of you right now!"

"...Hey, Zhao Bo, what do you mean? Did you eat explosives?"

Gong Feihua asked anxiously. "...Let me see, did I hurt you?"

Gong Feihua rubbed Shangguan Yunqing's arm where I had hit her. Shangguan Yunqing looked aggrieved.

In my anger, I hadn't held back and must have hurt Shangguan Yunqing. I felt guilty, and my bad mood lessened a bit because of it. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down and said, "I'm sorry, Yunqing. I... I'm not in a good mood right now."

"Oh, so you take your bad mood out on everyone you see? Did Yunqing offend you? Impulsiveness is the devil. Haven't you caused enough trouble with your impulsiveness? You've already suffered the consequences right before your eyes, why don't you learn your lesson?"

Gong Feihua sneered, launching into another barrage of criticism.

"Alright, I'm fine! Feihua, just say less."

Shangguan Yunqing smoothed things over, sitting on the edge of the bed and saying to me, "What happened? Why are you so angry?"

"Nothing... nothing... nothing,"

I replied evasively.

"Nothing wrong? He must have provoked Jin Yanxi who just went out, right? He must have just recovered and his lust was aroused. Seeing Jin Yanxi's seductive appearance, he couldn't control himself and wanted to force himself on her, but was rejected. So he got angry and embarrassed and wanted to pursue her, but his hands and feet were clumsy... Hahaha, just imagine how he was burning with desire but unable to control himself and his limbs were in a panic. It must be hilarious, right?"

Gong Feihua's words flew everywhere as she excitedly made wild guesses.

This woman who wasn't afraid of anyone, she just blurted out whatever came to mind. It was really a headache, and I couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her.

"Feihua, can't you stop talking so recklessly? Men generally don't like your personality. Women should have a woman's modesty. I've told you so many times, but you still don't know how to change. Zhao Bo is not as bad as you say. Zhao Bo, don't you think so?"

Shangguan Yunqing was unconvinced by Gong Feihua's nonsense.

I forced a laugh and said, "No, no, Jin Yanxi had something else to discuss with me."

Gong Feihua curled her lip, not even glancing at me, and said, "Hmph, Yun Qing, I knew you'd protect him. Don't blame me for not warning you! Don't let his honest appearance fool you; do you know how many tricks he's up his sleeve? First, he messed with his boss, Fang Jing, then some college student whose name I don't even know, and now Xue Xinxin has fallen into his trap. Add to that Yan Ziyue I caught last time, and now this ambiguous Jin Yanxi. I think he's a complete womanizer, always flirting and leaving a trail of broken hearts! ...Poor Xinxin, her lifelong innocence has been ruined by this guy..."

"Feihua, you're just an emotional nihilist. You can't even pretend to be a man, but you can't stand others being emotional? Do you know anything about him? He's still unmarried, so what's wrong with him seeing a few more girls? It's still better than your emotional barrenness, where you're always picking on men, right? If you're so capable, go and pick a few men yourself. Stop bothering your subordinates all the time. They see you like they're seeing women..."

Shangguan Yunqing was getting annoyed by Gong Feihua's continued enthusiasm and was almost about to expose her private matters.

As expected, this touched a nerve with Gong Feihua. Yunqing didn't finish the word "wolf" before Gong Feihua hurriedly interrupted her, saying, "...Alright, alright, what were you saying? I won't say it anymore, okay? I take back what I just said. Zhao Bo, don't take it to heart. I didn't think before I spoke, just take it as a joke. Or you can scold me if you want."

Gong Feihua smiled broadly. "Yunqing, didn't you want to talk to Zhao Bo? I've come to see him these past few days, but he hasn't woken up yet. Now that he's awake, you should hurry up and tell him. Otherwise, you'll keep worrying about him, not eating or sleeping well, and you'll even lose weight. It breaks my heart to see you like this!"

I looked at Shangguan Yunqing. Her beautiful oval face had indeed become somewhat thinner. Could it be that she was constantly worried about me, causing her to lose weight? I felt a surge of emotion.

"Zhao Bo, I've been talking to Wang Rentian these past few days. He knew nothing about your situation, so it shouldn't have been him. Later, he told me that his younger brother had kept it from him and hired people to cause you trouble... It's my fault. I shouldn't have been so careless. I thought that talking to Wang Rentian would settle things, but in the end, you still suffered and got hurt."

Shangguan Yunqing's face was filled with sadness, and tears were about to fall. She deeply regretted her oversight.

I couldn't bear to see Shangguan Yunqing blaming herself like that, so I said, "I'm fine. My bones and muscles are perfectly fine. Xin Xin even used the best medicine for me, and I'm recovering very quickly. I can be discharged in another week or two. You don't need to worry about me so much. It's okay, really okay."

To show that my injury was healing quickly, I held out my previously injured hand to Shangguan Yunqing. "...Look, the wounds on my hand are all healed, and the stitches on my forehead will be removed in a few days. Also, I can walk on my own now, so you don't need to worry. I'll be fine soon."

Shangguan Yunqing took my hand and looked at it again and again. Although the wounds on my hand had healed, the scars on it were still very noticeable. Shangguan Yunqing's eyes became even more moist, and she was heartbroken. She gently stroked my hand and said, "You must be in a lot of pain."

Gong Feihua behind us was a little dissatisfied and deliberately coughed a few times.

Shangguan Yunqing realized her lapse in composure and quickly let go of my hand, regaining her composure and asking, "Are you... is your arm alright?"

"It's fine! Xin Xin said it should be better in two weeks,"

I said, enduring the slight pain and raising my left arm, which was in a thick cast.

"It's good that you're alright, I'm relieved."

Shangguan Yunqing took out a document from her bag. "I came today to ask you for a favor."

"A favor?"

Shangguan Yunqing said, "Our group recently acquired a listed company. This listed company is an electronics equipment group with a computer manufacturing subsidiary that mainly produces and sells desktop and laptop computers. Its production and operation are doing quite well. Our group's main businesses are in real estate, hotel management, funds, and investments. We've never been involved in the IT industry before, so we need to find someone knowledgeable to manage it. I've talked to your manager, Fang Jing, and I wanted to ask her to come over, but she doesn't want to leave her current company. She recommended you, so I'd like you to take on the role of manager of this subsidiary. From now on, this company will be managed by you."

"Me? Fang Jing recommended me?"

I said in surprise.

"Yes, she recommended you, saying you're qualified for the job,"

Shangguan Yunqing added. Before I could answer, she handed me the document. "This is the manager's appointment letter. Just sign it. The annual salary is 1 million, plus bonuses. If you think it's too little, we'll increase it later."

"No, no!"

I shook my head, pushed the document aside, and said, "I have absolutely no management experience. Besides, you actually have several ways to find a suitable candidate. One is to keep me as the manager of my current company. The second is to send someone from within your group who knows how to manage. Your group has so many talented people, finding someone capable shouldn't be difficult. If all else fails, you can also recruit someone from the job market. Why did you choose someone like me, a complete novice, to be a manager and manage a bunch of people? It seems like a huge stretch."

Seeing my refusal, Gong Feihua joined in, urging, "Zhao Bo, what are you still hesitating about? Just sign it when we tell you to. A man should be decisive. What kind of behavior is this, being so indecisive? Now we have an opportunity for you to be a manager, and you're still making excuses. If others had such an opportunity, they would be overjoyed and fall back to earth several times over... If you really want to put Yun Qing at ease, then just sign it."

"Zhao Bo, I know all that you're saying, but I need someone I can trust to manage that company. The people I trust in my company are all busy, and I don't feel comfortable hiring someone from the market. After we parted ways at the police station that day, I talked with Fang Jing for quite a while. Fang Jing is, needless to say, intelligent, sociable, and very talented—a good candidate. But she can't let go of the company she's been with for several years, so she recommended you. I believe her judgment is sound."

Shangguan Yunqing deftly resolved my questions in a few words, her intention to make me the manager very clear.

I knew perfectly well that Fang Jing's recommendation and Yunqing's excuse about needing a trustworthy manager were both for my own good, hoping I could rise in society and achieve some status.

But my previous bad mood had made me realize that this upper class wasn't suitable for someone like me; its rules were beyond my tolerance. Perhaps if Xu Xueyin had done what she did, most people would have been overjoyed. They would not only have resolved the trouble, but also gained access to the privacy of powerful figures, using the opportunity to climb the social ladder—even if it was a treacherous one—

and rise to prominence, living a life of luxury and prestige. But I am not that kind of person. What I felt was the loss of dignity, the pain of being humiliated. I may be ungrateful, stubborn, and exude a strange, arrogant air, but that is who I am. I cannot learn to be opportunistic, slick, or scheming. I would rather continue to wallow in my own decadence than stand bewildered and manipulated at a higher level, caught in a dilemma.

In fact, the moment I smashed the glass, I decided to return to my own path in life, so that I could breathe freely. A peaceful and ordinary life is what I desire most; it would make me more at ease. All I need now is a shrewd turn, leaving behind a resolute departing figure; I want to do nothing more.

I refused Yunqing's request again. "Yunqing, I don't have the ability, nor do I like this kind of work. This job inevitably involves dealing with influential people, saying things that I find laughable and hypocritical, calculating every gain and loss in seemingly pleasant conversations, and figuring out how to outmaneuver them and maximize profits. This isn't my forte. I don't like it. I prefer simpler, more straightforward work; that suits me better."

Shangguan Yunqing remained silent.

I continued, "I know you mean well, wanting me to stop being so easily bullied by people like Wang Rentian, but now that it's all over, there's no need to do anything more. This was my mistake; consider it a lesson. I won't be so impulsive again... Also, Xinxin's condition is getting better and better. I will keep my promise to you. When Xinxin is truly well, I should return to my own life. I will be happier that way. I hope you understand, so I can't agree to your request."

Gong Feihua looked at me like I was a monster, her gaze clearly saying that I was missing a screw, and said in a barbed tone, "I'll say it!" "Zhao Bo, have you lost your mind after being hit? Is your brain all mush? You're giving up such a good job, and you still want to spend your whole life assembling computers and doing repairs? How can you have no ambition at all? They say people strive for higher positions, water flows downhill, and if a man doesn't achieve something, is he even a man? ...This is truly absurd!"

Shangguan Yunqing rolled her eyes at Gong Feihua and said, "Feihua, can't you just shut up? You think you're so righteous, but others don't have their own opinions? Unlike you, whose whole life has been consumed by money, now you're suffering and regretting your actions... It's not a pleasant feeling to be glamorous in front of others but crying in private, is it?"

"Who regrets it? Who's glamorous? Who's crying? I haven't done anything..."

Gong Feihua almost choked with anger.

"...Alright, I'm not arguing with you anymore. Go away!"

Shangguan Yunqing interrupted Gong Feihua.

"Hmph, all you know is how to protect him, don't actually get yourself into trouble. I'll wait for you outside!"

Gong Feihua stormed off.

Shangguan Yunqing put the documents back in her bag and smiled at me, saying, "Zhao Bo, don't take Gong Feihua's words to heart. That's just how she is, always sharp-tongued, but she's actually a pitiful woman... Never mind, let's not talk about it anymore. If you don't want to do this, that's fine, I won't force you. The most important thing now is for you to get better quickly, we'll talk about the future later."

Next, Shangguan Yunqing asked me about the progress between me and Xue Xinxin, and I gave her a brief explanation of our relationship. Shangguan Yunqing was very happy that Xue Xinxin and I got along well. "Seeing Xue Xinxin so happy now, I'm really happy for her! Zhao Bo, it's all thanks to you!"

Shangguan Yunqing even brought coffee-making equipment and carefully brewed me a cup of mocha, added sugar and milk, and handed it to me. Then she sat on the edge of the bed watching me drink it. I took a sip, and it was fragrant and mellow, the taste was really good. "Is it good?"

she asked with a smile.

"Hmm."

I nodded.

"You'll be staying here for a few more weeks. If you get bored, you can cook something to drink,"

Shangguan Yunqing said.

I chatted with Shangguan Yunqing for a while longer. Of course, I couldn't even mention the state secrets. As for the inexplicable anger she showed before she came in, I didn't want to say much. I didn't want her to realize that I was hurt.

Sun Qian always told me, "When you're sad, don't tell anyone you're hurt. Don't say anything to anyone, because it won't help."

I believed what Sun Qian said. When someone is sad, only they can truly understand. Others might offer some comfort, but it's still useless, completely useless. In the end, you have to slowly heal yourself.

Chapter 61 The Art of Love

In the following days, I had nothing to do. The monotony came unexpectedly, making me feel very bored. Ever since Sun Qian came with a check the day before yesterday and asked if I wanted it, I said, "Why wouldn't I want money?" Then she said that the school was organizing a performance in the next few days and she couldn't come to see me for a week. Since then, no one has spoken to me.

I sat silently, my heart pounding with unease. The nurses, clearly instructed not to disturb my rest, didn't speak to me either. I wanted to argue with them, but they were very professional, easily avoiding my aggressive and unreasonable behavior, politely stepping back from the conversation. This disappointed me greatly, and I was very disappointed in myself. Another day passed, and still no one spoke to me. The prolonged silence made me anxious, irritable, and utterly disappointed. I had to talk to myself, asking and answering my own questions, communicating with myself over and over again until I had nothing left to say, nothing to talk about.

I decided to find something to think about, so I asked the nurse to bring the books from Xue Xinxin's room. The nurse asked me which books I wanted, and I said the books on the bookshelf. Soon, five or six carts piled high with books squeezed into the ward. They kept bringing more and more, regardless of whether the ward could hold them all. I had to stop them and randomly picked up a book, "Catch-22," a book written by a madman that would make normal people abnormal. The book was full of illusion, absurdity, madness, cruelty, ridiculousness, abnormality, and pessimism. The whole book was a funhouse mirror and a magnifying glass. I saw my own face being magnified, distorted, and deformed, which actually made me feel very good.

To keep myself in the right frame of mind, I threw away that book and picked up another one. I'd read *Dream of the Red Chamber* since I was a child and it had completely baffled me. Lin Daiyu, that sickly woman—whoever married her was doomed. With her frail body, she'd surely die in bed foaming at the mouth and kicking herself after only a few rounds of intercourse. If you're not healthy, don't seduce handsome men! You'll either kill yourself or suffocate the handsome man. Why bother? After flipping through a few pages, I couldn't continue. It was so fake, so incredibly fake.

I tossed it aside again, picked up another book, and it turned out to be a printed copy of "Chen Pipi's Struggle." I'd heard so much about it, it was legendary. I eagerly flipped through it, bursting into laughter, feeling an extreme sense of pleasure. Pipi's struggles were everywhere—with his mom, with his teacher, with the prostitutes—he was having a blast, enjoying himself immensely. Thinking back to when I was a kid, if I'd actually fought with my mom, I'd be swatted dead on the nose of the white marble lion at the entrance of my workplace within three rounds. I admired Pipi, I admired Liuyu Feng. Xue Xinxin was also reading this book. I wondered if she was laughing, or masturbating, or laughing and masturbating at the same time?

I picked up another book from where I left off, "Blood of the Beast," a fantasy book. Then I went down to "The Journey of the Immortals," a once-popular online cultivation novel, which I'd already read. Next, I flipped through Agatha Christie's "Death on the Nile," the masterpiece of the world's queen of detective fiction. But I'd rather watch Theo Kirk's DVD.

The next book was *The Ultimate Servant*, a novel about a modern person who transmigrates and wins over a beautiful woman through trickery and deception. Then there was *Panlong*, followed by *The Ultimate Young Master*, *Zhu Xian*, *The Legend of the Little Soldier*, *Kunlun*, *The Path of Man*, *The True Way*, *Want to Become an Immortal*, *The Vast Ocean*, *The Legend of Heroes*, *The Unrestrained Sword Soul*, *The Long Sword Without a Trace*, *The Immortal Path of Smoke and Dust*, *The Water Dragon's Chant*, *The Enchanting Life*, *The Fallen Swordsman*, *The Supreme Nameless*, and *The Legend of the Madman*. I pushed one cart aside, then pulled another, and continued flipping through the pages: *Beauty and the Country in One Pot*, *Red Face*, *The First Demon in History*, *Evil Aura*, *Heavenly King*, *Phoenix Mask*, *War Lord*, *Immortal and Demon Broker*, *Slaying the Wind*, *A Rainbow All the Way*, *Betrayal*, *The Genius Cursed by Heaven*, *Playing with Life*, *Official Immortal*, *The Search for Gods*, *The Barbarian Chronicles*, *The Evil Wind Song*, *Buddha is the Way*, *The Legend of the Seven Realms*, *Super Master*, and *The Daoist Immortal*. Flipping through them again and again, I concluded that Xue Xinxin actually liked reading online novels? These cheap online books were her usual source of spiritual nourishment? Moreover, stories of one man with multiple women are commonplace. Could this be the root of her thinking that allows me to have casual sex with other women? Does she fantasize about me being the male protagonist in her books? I never imagined online novels could have such an effect. The constant fantasizing and instigation have yielded astonishing results in this area. I've unintentionally gained a lot, and I've actually gotten a bargain? It's undeniable that reading these novels can provide physiological satisfaction and produce pleasure similar to sexual desire. She even uses books to treat her own problems—I'm truly impressed! But by the end, with all these repetitive, formulaic plots, I wonder if she gets tired of them. Many of the later books are still pristine; has she grown weary of them too?

I flipped through a few more, and they were still the same novels. I pulled over a cart full of medical books, picked up a medical journal, *The Lancet*, and flipped through a few pages: "Athetosis, chorea, and tremors are some rare complications of bacterial meningitis; these manifestations are most clearly associated with tuberculous meningitis (TB)." It was truly incomprehensible! Flipping through a few more pages, I read, "Ulcers are simply the digestive tract, the container, being digested by its own digestive juices." I kind of understood! But flipping through again, I still couldn't understand. Forget it, I didn't look anymore. I pulled over another cart full of stacks of magazines and randomly flipped through one; it was getting interesting.

"If your temperament is as peaceful as a clear spring in a secluded valley, exuding a faint melancholy, and you enjoy independence and don't care about worldly opinions, then you definitely shouldn't miss these four perfumes tailor-made for you: CK in2u limited edition perfume, Lolita Memories of the Sea, Deseo Forever's Radiant Star, and Davidoff's Cool Water Summer."

I saw a red circle around the picture of the CK limited edition perfume; one of the perfumes Xue Xinxin uses should be this one, right?

"In the movie *Initial D*, the technique of drifting—turning at high speed without slowing down, quickly turning the steering wheel to create lateral force on the front wheels, causing the rear wheels to lose most (or all) of their grip and allowing the car to drift laterally using inertia—is called drifting. Because this technique requires a very high level of skill, it's best not to imitate it in real life."

Below is a detailed description of this technique.

I wonder if Xue Xinxin has seen it? Did she learn her drifting technique from a magazine? Thinking about it, I find my guess quite funny. A special forces soldier learning techniques from a magazine?

I keep flipping through…and flipping again…and looking again…

I'm bored again…I flip through again…still bored…

I'm tired, so tired I can't be any more tired. I lie on the bed and flip through the last magazine.

"Contortion, a traditional art form within the acrobatic family, is hailed as a human art that transcends limits. Contortion focuses more on visual appeal and pushing human limits. It involves passively stretching the connective tissues and ligaments within the body. For example, ballet dancers can do splits and backbends; the process of training for splits and backbends involves stretching ligaments. However, contortion requires a much higher level of flexibility than ballet dancers; they can even curl up into a ball and fit themselves into a small suitcase..."

Below are several pictures of contortionists in stockings performing sexy poses. The image was so arousing it made my blood boil. A woman in black fishnet stockings lay sprawled on a red sofa, doing a perfect split. One leg was stretched across her shoulder, close to the back of a blonde woman's head, and extended straight across the sofa. One hand was wrapped around the foot of that leg, firmly gripping the thick sole of a high-heeled shoe pointing downwards. The other leg was also stretched out in a straight line, pointing sharply off the sofa. Between those taut legs, a private area covered by a small black lace panty was boldly displayed as the center of the image, captivating the eye.

Just looking at the pose, I could barely contain myself; my eyes bulged with rage. I fantasized about pulling down that panty, inserting my penis, and thrusting. I almost ejaculated on the spot. Don't get excited! Don't get aroused! I took a few deep breaths, slammed the magazine shut, and threw it aside. This wasn't some kind of contortionist act; it was a deadly erotic art, a hundred times more potent than an aphrodisiac! The inventor of contortion was definitely a lecherous old man. Even after I stopped flipping through that magazine, those lewd contortionist poses lingered in my mind, undiminished. The thought of having a match with a woman who knew contortion—the sheer ecstasy—made my heart race!

To distract myself, I had to pick up another magazine and start reading.

"...Diane Witt, a psychology professor at Binghamton University in New York, describes the effects of intimacy hormones (also known as oxytocin, a hormone from the posterior pituitary gland) like this: When a couple has sex and experiences the euphoria of orgasm, they feel an unbreakable bond, a feeling that they can't live without each other. This binding force of love originates from oxytocin... If this hormone were injected into an 'unmarried virgin'..." "In the female mouse's mind, it will immediately build a nest, and even stand up to protect other young..."

These lines jumped into my eyes. In a flash, I immediately thought of the scene of my passionate night with Xu Youlan in the rain. Every detail was vivid in my mind, as if it happened yesterday. After that night, I often felt a kind of inexplicable thirst all over my body, longing for another smooth and silky body. That thirst was so strong, so deep that it became a state that I had to experience all the time. This state continued, again and again, lingering and getting stronger. That longing was in my thoughts, in my contemplation, in my dreams... It was everywhere. My skin became more and more thirsty, almost dry.

I plunged into the mirror-like blue lake, entering water as clear as jade, shimmering with a soft glow. Not far away, a mermaid swam, her body so supple, her slender waist swaying gently like water. She turned, saw me, her eyes filled with a melancholy, as if she had waited a thousand years. A current propelled me, gently carrying me to her side. We gazed at each other, speechless, our eyes meeting only, the only sound the bubbling of rising bubbles around us. Then, like two soft water plants—the softest water plants—we gently, so gently touched, gently, so gently intertwined… passionately, so passionately, we nestled together, becoming one with the lake, with a small arrowhead between us. The flames are burning…

This is the recurring dream I have. Only in dreams can my thirst be quenched. I don't want to wake up, yet I do…

It was those few lines in the magazine that reignited my thirst. My love was reborn because of it, giving me no chance to avoid it. This love has a clear object, yet it has nothing to cling to, no support, and it spreads everywhere. I fall asleep but don't dream. I wake up again, feeling incredibly bored and lonely. The impulse of love leaves me bewildered. I stand by the window, gazing around, my heart filled with melancholy, nothing to fill my mind. I pace back and forth, rubbing my hands and hanging my head, sighing and lamenting. I take out my phone and repeatedly look at the mermaid's number, then repeatedly slam the phone down on the bed. I sit on the hospital bed, scratching my face and head, my heart overflowing with tenderness and affection, running wildly and endlessly.

Another winter day, as dusk fell, my restless heart surged uncontrollably. I picked up my phone, still intact from the floor, and dialed the number I longed for. The long ringing of the dial tone continued, but no one answered. I dialed again, still no answer. I dialed again, still no answer. My mouth felt parched, my heart pounded with anxiety, and a sharp pain shot through my chest. The dialing tolled incessantly, as silent as the night. I almost threw the phone down, kicked my feet, and jumped in fury. Then, a flurry of ringing came from the other end…

“Hello, who is this?”

The voice I longed for, the voice of my happiness.

“…It’s…it’s me…”

My voice trembled; I had to repeatedly compose myself.

“Who?”

“Zhao Bo.”

Silence. Still silence, endless silence.

“Is there something you need?”

“No…nothing…”

I kicked over a chair, wincing in pain, and jumped up. How could I say nothing? "No...no...something's wrong..."

"Just say it!"

"I...I...the sunset is so beautiful!"

"..."

"What...what are you doing? --I mean, I called several times, but you didn't answer."

I quickly added.

"I was stretching my feet, working out at the gym. I didn't hear you just now; my phone is in the locker."

"Stretching your feet? Are you practicing dance?"

"No, I'm practicing contortion! You know, contortion! Never heard of it, have you?"

"Contortion? I've heard of it, I've heard of it...I know it."

I felt my heart pound, sweat beading on my forehead. "How did you learn this? This...this seems very difficult?"

"My mom taught me. I've been practicing since I was little, and I can't stop now. I've been practicing for over ten years...Hey, didn't you want to talk to me about something? What is it?"

"Uh...this...this...it's some legal issues...no, it's some...it's some..."

I stammered, "...Can we talk in person? I want to see you in person."

I was desperate, sweating profusely!

"Meet?...Okay, you're still in the hospital, right? Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm still in the hospital. I'm fine, almost recovered,"

I said.

"Okay, I'll come see you tomorrow. I also need to talk to you about something,"

Xu Youlan said.

"You need to talk to me?"

"Let's talk when we meet. I need to take a shower and change."

"Okay, go ahead, bye!"

"Bye!"

I hung up the phone with Xu Youlan, feeling my back soaked with sweat. My left arm ached from the unconscious exertion. I felt like I'd been reborn, completely powerless. Had one phone call really drained me?

Chapter 62 Rent-a-Girlfriend

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep soundly. I kept thinking about meeting Xu Youlan tomorrow. I felt both excited and uneasy, reminding me of my first date with Xinran, only this time the unease was stronger.

After more than half a year, I felt love again. I had to be full of passion for it, I had to forge ahead.

My first love sadly left me, leaving me with regret and pain. It has been proven that it was neither love of will nor love of faith. Our love lacked both willpower and the support of faith. This unfree love was destined to capsize and sink in its adventure, and indeed it did, it could only sink.

Someone once said that true love is a gift of faith. I believe this.

I will embark on another adventure of love, letting desire go into exile. If she is willing.

But is she truly willing? Is she truly willing for me, someone whose lower body has repeatedly succumbed to temptation? Is she truly willing for me, someone wounded in this adventure of love, still lacking willpower and faith?

I have nothing but a blind passion.

I feel deeply ashamed of myself, shameless, and embarrassed by my fickleness. Yet some unseen force compels me to take the risk, to be shameless, or I will wither away and die a gruesome death.

I don't want to die a horrible death in the noose of morality. I still have the freedom to reach out my wicked hand and perform despicable acts. Let me take a bite in this muddy water, just one bite, just this one. Whether I succeed or not, I'll stop!

But she hasn't come yet. Yes, she hasn't come yet.

She hasn't come, hasn't come to my side, hasn't come to adventure with me, hasn't come to whisper sweet nothings to me, hasn't come to give me the opportunity to seduce her, hasn't come to share a passionate and entwined love with me… It's all still just wishful thinking on my part!

Lu You once said that to make a woman willingly lie in a man's bed, there's nothing but seduction. No matter how noble the purpose or means, it all boils down to the strategy of seduction and rape. Whether it's seduction through love or seduction through promises of benefit, it's equally noble, equally sublime.

His words are very reasonable and insightful. Seduction is a far more noble act than rape. The difference is that almost all women accept seduction, while almost all women reject rape. Therefore, seduction is the best way to get a woman. Any method, as long as it gets her into bed, is a good method.

I want to get her; I want to seduce her again, just like last time.

She has to come! She absolutely has to come! She must come! I'll die if she doesn't come! To carry out my seduction, she has no choice but to come!

In my anxious restlessness, I thought and thought, unsure if I was asleep or not. When dawn broke, I found my eyes open. I was still drowsy, still worried, still fantasizing. My wicked thoughts surged, and I unconsciously bared my teeth, my face arrogant. I was even more convinced that I hadn't slept all night…

I've been thinking about what to talk to Xu Youlan about when I see her. I have something to say, but really nothing. I'm not exactly a smooth talker; I can't just launch into a conversation and effortlessly win her over. I'm definitely not good at creating problems out of nothing. But if I'm going to see her, I need to find something to say to her. It's really giving me a headache!

I was fully awakened by a ringing phone. It was my mom calling. As usual, it was a round of pleasantries and rambling about everyday things. I could only keep replying that I was fine, that I was okay, that I'd be back soon, that I'd take care of myself, and that I shouldn't worry.

My mom was enthusiastic, but I was getting a little impatient.

Mom said, "...Your dad's nagging again. He says it's been over half a year and you still haven't brought a girlfriend home.

That girl who came last time, she and your dad had a great chat, and he's been thinking about her ever since...

I'm telling you, Zhao Bo, Chinese New Year is just a few weeks away, why don't you bring a girl home then? Make your dad happy too. Xinran's gone, and it feels like something's missing this year with just the three of us."

"Mom, I know! I don't have one yet, what's the rush..."

"You still say you don't? I asked that girl, and she said you already have a girlfriend, a pretty one, and a doctor too. Don't hide it from me, bring her home this Chinese New Year so your dad can see if she's suitable, and everyone can be happy."

Mom continued, "...If you really do have one, just tell me! Tell me! What do you think? Isn't she nice?"

"Mom, yes...yes, there is one...but the situation is a bit complicated, I don't know how to tell you, it's...it's for medical treatment...I don't even know if she likes me..."

I didn't know how to explain this. This Jin Yanqian, really, why did she have to come to our house and say all this?

"Medical treatment? What kind of illness?...She doesn't like you? What kind of girlfriend is that?"

Mom was a little confused: "...I don't care about you, anyway, since you have a girlfriend, bring her home for Chinese New Year. Your dad's health isn't good either, he'll be very happy to have a girlfriend. You've always listened to your mother, I'll cook some good dishes and treat you two well. I'm not talking to you anymore, that's all!"

Mom hung up before I could explain. It's always like this. If I'm not firm enough, Mom will firmly state her opinion and not let me say anything more. And I, her obedient son, always end up doing what she wants. Over time, it's become a magic weapon for Mom to control me.

Bring a girlfriend home for Chinese New Year? It's not a big deal, is it? "Fine , I'll bring her. Although Xue Xinxin said she didn't love me, she admitted she was my girlfriend, and our relationship is pretty good now. It shouldn't be difficult, right?

" I picked up the phone and dialed Xue Xinxin's number. A young, unfamiliar woman's voice came from the other end, sounding sweet: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Who are you... I'm looking for Xue Xinxin, is she there?"

"She is, in the lab. She can't answer the phone right now. Is there something you need? I can pass

the message on to her." "Oh, no need. Call me back when you have time!"

"You must be Zhao Bo?"

the sweet voice asked.

"How do you know me?"

I was a little surprised.

"Aha... Lu Meifeng came back and told us that you are Major Xue's boyfriend, we all know!"

The sweet voice laughed happily.

"You all know that?"

Damn, I haven't even gone to the research institute yet, and my name has already spread.

"We're all eagerly anticipating seeing what Major Xue's boyfriend looks like! We know all about your glorious deeds—when are you coming? We're all waiting for you..."

The voice was ambiguous, full of unspoken meaning, making me a little dizzy.

"This...how would I know? You'd have to ask your Major."

I replied subconsciously.

"Major? You call her Major...Ah...Hehe...You're quite interesting..."

The woman let out a crisp laugh.

I was about to say something when a jumble of noises came from the other end, followed by Xue Xinxin's voice: "Hello, Zhao Bo, it's me, it's Xinxin."

"Oh, Xinxin, you're very busy, I'm so sorry to bother you."

I said.

"It's nothing, I just came from the lab, are you alright? Is something the matter?"

Xue Xinxin sounded tired, it seemed she was quite busy with her research.

"I'm fine...Why are you so tired, is your research not going well?"

I asked with concern.

"No, I've had some ideas these past few days, and I stayed up all night researching them. I haven't slept yet, so I'm a little tired."

Xue Xinxin yawned, a really big yawn that I could hear. "...I'll go to sleep for a bit later, don't worry about me, I'll take care of myself...If you want to chat, I'll call you back after I wake up. Just tell me what's up." "

Oh, nothing, I just wanted to ask you, Chinese New Year is in a few weeks, how do you usually spend it?"

I asked casually.

"Me? I'm a soldier, so I should spend Chinese New Year at the military base, but my situation is special. My parents are abroad, and if I'm not busy, my brother and I fly to see them, so I'm never in China for Chinese New Year...By the way, do you want to come with me? Can we go see my parents together?"

Xue Xinxin suddenly said excitedly.

Oh my god, I was thinking of inviting you to my house, but now you want me to come over? I'm not going to do this kind of disadvantageous thing, you should come to my house first.

I thought to myself, but didn't dare say it aloud. I said, "You only get to reunite with your family during the Spring Festival all year round, so I won't interfere... My parents are getting old, and if I go there, there will be no one at home. It's better for me to go home."

"Oh, okay then!"

Xue Xinxin yawned again, "...I'm really sleepy, I'm going to sleep!"

"How many days have you not slept? Is it necessary to work so hard? Go to sleep, that's all for now."

I said.

"Okay, I'm going, bye!"

I hung up the phone, thinking to myself, it seems I can't complete this task for my mother. Where am I supposed to find a girlfriend to take home?

I dialed Sun Qian's number. It seems I should talk to her. Amidst the noisy music, I spoke with Sun Qian and learned about her plans indirectly. Sure enough, Sun Qian was also going back to her hometown in the south to spend the Spring Festival with her mother. She wouldn't have time for me either. I couldn't just drag her along and leave her mother to spend the holiday alone, could I? So I didn't say what I wanted to say.

This is a bit of a problem. Am I supposed to find another girlfriend to take home? What a load of rubbish!

After making the call, I stayed in my room, continuing to wait—a long, drawn-out wait, hoping the person I was waiting for would arrive soon. However, Xu Youlan didn't come as promised. She really didn't come; she just gave me a hurried call to tell me she had too much to do that day and couldn't make it.

This deeply disappointed me. Boredom and emptiness tormented me again, and I had to escape by sleeping. I finally fell asleep, but I must have slept very restlessly. When I woke up, I found that only half an hour had passed. I had to lie down again and try to fall asleep again. This time I slept longer. When I woke up, it was already dark. I ordered dinner, ate it in a few bites, and tried to sleep again, but I was wide awake. I tried to sleep again and again, trying hard, but I still couldn't fall asleep. When I really couldn't sleep, I forced myself to sleep. I fought against wakefulness, seeing it as a ferocious enemy that I was determined to defeat. Sleepiness was like a ghostly master, possessing superb skills like the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique). I couldn't catch it, but it toyed with me to my heart's content. It aroused my anger. I roared and angrily fell asleep again. I wanted to sleep angrily, to sleep furiously. This method of going against the grain actually worked. My mind became clear, and all distracting thoughts were eliminated. And just like that, I fell asleep.

"It's good that I'm asleep. Don't ask me if I'll wake up in a huff..."

I slept for two days in a daze. When I woke up again, I felt dizzy, my face was a little swollen, and my mouth and eyes were distorted. The excessive sleep made me feel palpitations and anxiety. To get rid of this unpleasant feeling, I decided to eat breakfast and then go back to sleep. I wanted to see if I could still fall asleep when I was extremely awake.

Just as I was making my sleeping plan, the door opened, and Zhao Li came in arm in arm with Sun Qian.

"Why are you here? Isn't this performance still a few days away?"

I asked.

"Sun Qian had a stomachache all night last night. I don't know if she ate something bad. I came with her to see a doctor. We just finished the check-up and came to see you too,"

Zhao Li replied.

"Qianqian, what's wrong? Where do you feel unwell? Come and sit down!"

I asked worriedly.

"I don't know what happened, but my stomach is upset. It's been bothering me all night. I just went for a check-up, and the results won't be out until this afternoon. Could it be gastroenteritis?"

Sun Qian said.

Sun Qian found a stool and sat down. She looked a little haggard; she had suffered quite a bit last night.

I felt a pang of sympathy. "Let me see. Where does it hurt? Let me touch it, and it won't hurt anymore."

Sun Qian, enduring the pain, smiled and said to me, "It's okay. I just took some medicine, and I'm much better now. How about you?"

Zhao Li poured a glass of water and handed it to Sun Qian, who sipped it slowly.

"I'm fine. I'm basically healed. In a few days, the cast on my arm will be removed, and then I can be discharged,"

I said.

"That puts my mind at ease."

Sun Qian turned to Zhao Li and said, "Didn't you say you were going to take a look at him?"

"Oh, right, Zhao Bo, I... I have an agreement that I'd like you to take a look at, to see if it's properly drafted?"

Zhao Li said.

"What agreement?"

I took the document Zhao Li handed me.

Sun Qian took a sip of water and said, "Here's the thing, Lu You wanted to go to Heilongjiang during the Spring Festival with some friends. Zhao Li originally wanted to go with him, but Lu You said it was an adventure, some kind of winter hunting, and it wouldn't be convenient to bring a woman, so it didn't happen. In a fit of pique, Zhao Li posted online, saying she was renting out her girlfriend for the Spring Festival. There were so many applicants that I helped her choose a handsome local guy. She plans to go to his house during the Spring Festival to earn some extra money. Zhao Li and I drafted this agreement together. We're inexperienced and worried about making mistakes, so we're asking you for your opinion. Once it's finalized, we'll send it to him."

Renting out a girlfriend? These days, girls born in the 80s and 90s are really open-minded! They can easily come up with the idea of renting themselves out to earn money.

Zhao Li seemed a little aggrieved.

I offered a few words of comfort: "That's just how Lu You is, don't take it to heart. I know what you're talking about. Lu You has been planning this trip for a long time. He's a hardcore backpacker, he likes to tinker with knives and hunting rifles... Just let him go this time. It's really inconvenient to bring a woman along, and none of his friends brought their girlfriends either.

He even asked me if I wanted to go last time. I wanted to go too, but my injury hasn't healed yet, so I can't go. Don't worry, it'll be fine."

"But... Lu You's going on a trip, you don't need to rent yourself out, do you? What if that guy has bad intentions..."

I glanced at Zhao Li.

Zhao Li gritted her teeth and said, "Don't worry about this. He offered five thousand yuan, just for me to spend two or three days with him during the Spring Festival. What's so difficult about that? I'll get the money in a few days. I'm short of money right now, so I think it's fine. Anyway, it's an agreement, and the other party is a local white-collar worker, so I'm not worried about him running off somewhere. Just help me look at the agreement, and if I have no objections, I'll sign it."

Zhao Li's tone was very firm, and I couldn't dissuade her. But I didn't know if Lu You knew about this, so I didn't dare to make a decision for her. I could only say that I would look at the agreement first and tell her in a couple of days.

At this moment, Zhao Li's phone rang. It was the school calling, telling them to go back. Zhao Li told me not to tell Lu You about this, and Sun Qian also gave me a few instructions. Then they left.

As soon as the two left, I called Lu You and told him what had happened. Lu You didn't take it seriously and said to me, "Go wherever you want, I don't have time to deal with that right now, I'm busy training. You don't need to pay attention to her either, let her be."

"Hey buddy, Zhao Li may be a bit timid, but she's a good person, and her personality is quite gentle. If you get along well with her, maybe you'll actually develop feelings for each other?"

"No, no, don't mention any sparks to me. When I see sparks, I think of lightning. You know what lightning is? One strike and I'm charred black inside and out, completely blackened from head to toe like a wooden stake. I've experienced that feeling before, and I never want to experience it again, not for the rest of my life!"

Lu You firmly shut me down.

Lu You's fear of sparks attracting divine retribution had a history. He once had a girlfriend, the beautiful and wealthy type. The two were deeply in love, and their relationship seemed very promising. However, when her family found out, they obstructed their relationship in every way possible, using every means to break them up. Later, the woman and her family moved away from N city, reportedly to Hong Kong. Fearing they might still have feelings for each other, her family quickly arranged for her to marry a man of

equal social standing. After that, Lu You became depressed and lost interest in romance. He then began to sleep with every woman he could get his hands on, indulging in a cycle of relationships. His theory of seduction was something he had come up with during that time, and he regarded it as gospel.

Another reason Lu You wasn't paying much attention to Zhao Li was that he was currently having a passionate affair with Wen Hong, the skinny beauty he'd met at the bar. They'd probably slept together quite a bit, but he was doing a very good job of hiding it, so Zhao Li hadn't noticed yet. Even if she had, it seemed Lu You was just using it as an excuse to break up.

I spent a boring afternoon, thinking I could talk to Sun Qian when she came to pick up the lab results, but she didn't come. I called her to ask how she was doing, but her phone was off. Zhao Li didn't answer either. I figured they were probably busy with their performance, so I didn't contact them again. December 1st,
Chapter 63: A Clumsy Mouth

As evening approached, the sky outside the window remained overcast. I took out the coffee equipment Shangguan Yunqing had brought last time, poured in a few spoonfuls of coffee powder, and also poured in a bottle of artistically designed Evian mineral water. This water was brought by Yunqing last time; I heard it was a limited edition, something that ordinary elite white-collar workers couldn't even get their hands on. I took a sip of the remaining water in the bottle; it was tasteless. I wondered if this would extend my life by a minute. I casually tossed the empty bottle into the trash can.

The coffee was brewing, and with nothing to do, I picked up the rental agreement and started flipping through it. What I saw made me burst out laughing. The agreement was clearly from the internet, and it read: "...In view of the interests and responsibilities of both parties, the following rental agreement is hereby established: ...The total rental fee is 5,000 yuan, for a period of three days or less. Beyond that, the fee will be 2,000 yuan per day. The lessee must pay half the amount in advance and the remaining balance afterward." "

...During the rental period, all photos will be taken at 20 yuan per photo, including back views, backs of the head, and blurry photos; video recording will cost 100 yuan per half hour; all photos and videos must be confirmed by the lessor before being released to the public, and each release (including one photo or one video) will cost 100 yuan; photos and videos are only for circulation among relatives and elders and are prohibited from being disseminated outside the family or used for other illegal commercial purposes, otherwise legal action will be taken."

"...If toasting is required, beer (150ml, less than 150ml is calculated as 150ml, the same below) is 50 yuan; red wine (100ml) is 100 yuan; baijiu (Chinese liquor) below 30 degrees is 150 yuan; 30-50 degrees is 200 yuan; and above 50 degrees is 300 yuan. A personal safety and anti-sexual assault deposit of 2000 yuan must be paid to the landlord before this can be carried out." "

...If holding hands, hugging, or kissing is required, holding hands is 50 yuan for up to half an hour; after half an hour, it is calculated at 10 yuan per minute. Hugging is 80 yuan for up to two minutes; after two minutes, it is calculated at 20 yuan per minute. A kiss is 100 yuan; within one minute, it is 200 yuan; after one minute, regardless of duration, it is 2000 yuan. The renter must not make any insulting or rude actions or demands on the landlord; otherwise, legal action will be taken."

"...If the lessor voluntarily or the lessee requests sexual intercourse, according to the principle of 'whoever requests it provides it,' a health certificate must be provided to the other party beforehand. The price for intercourse is double the market price. This price applies only to regular ml. Special services such as oral sex or gag sex are priced separately. The man cannot claim responsibility afterward. It is specifically noted that the man must provide his own contraceptives. If the woman becomes pregnant, the man is fully responsible."

This price is really expensive. Adding everything up, the cost of renting a girlfriend is equivalent to more than half a year's salary for me. Someone like me simply cannot afford it.

I was engrossed in reading the agreement when a fragrant breeze wafted by, and a voice behind me said, "What are you looking at so closely?"

I turned around and saw Xu Youlan. I saw her breathtakingly beautiful face again. Beneath her long eyelashes, her delicate eyes were looking at me intently. She had a delicate nose, cherry lips, and a radiant complexion. Her fair and slender neck and smooth, exquisite skin were beautifully accentuated by the loosely folded collar. Her coffee-colored cashmere sweater was form-fitting, making her full breasts stand proudly and aggressively. Her black mini-skirt tightly hugged her shapely buttocks, and over her knee-high boots, black stockings adorned with white snowflake patterns sculpted her legs, making them appear exceptionally sexy, long, and beautiful.

Just as I was about to hide the agreement, Xu Youlan reached out to snatch it. "What is this? Let me see."

The agreement fell into her hand. I hurriedly jumped out of bed to grab it back.

Xu Youlan turned around, her back to me, leaning against the bedside table, facing the wall, blocking my view with her body. Ignoring my protests, she immediately began to look through it.

I wrapped one arm around her body and continued to try to grab it, saying urgently, "Hey, why are you looking at other people's things as soon as you come in?"

Xu Youlan used her elbow to stop my grabbing hand while continuing to look, saying, "It would have been better if you hadn't tried to take it. Now that you've taken it, I'm going to look at it anyway, to see what kind of shameful thing it is."

Xu Youlan saw the contents of the agreement, and I knew things were going badly. Sure enough, she turned around, closed the agreement, and slammed it onto the bed, angrily saying, "You shameless! You pervert! You bastard!"

"Listen to me, Youlan, this isn't mine, it really isn't mine, it belongs to a friend of mine,"

I hurriedly explained.

"I've seen through you! I never imagined you were this kind of person, even renting out girlfriends! I...I...Ugh, I'm so angry! How did I end up with a jerk like you?"

Xu Youlan's chest heaved, tears welling in her eyes. She was furious and could barely speak.

"Youlan, Youlan, it's not like that! Let me explain. A friend really brought it to me and asked me to take a look. This thing really isn't mine,"

I continued to explain.

Xu Youlan plopped down on the stool, puffing out her cheeks.

I circled around her, explaining incessantly until my mouth was dry, but Xu Youlan remained unmoved.

After a while, she looked somewhat dejected, raised her head, and said, "Then tell me, whose is this?"

"It belongs to my friend's girlfriend."

"Your friend's girlfriend? I don't believe it! What woman would do this even with a boyfriend?"

Xu Youlan continued to ask me.

I spoke sincerely: "Here's what happened. A friend of mine had to travel for the Spring Festival and couldn't be with his girlfriend. His girlfriend, not understanding, got angry with him and posted an ad online offering herself up for rent. After finding someone, she drafted this agreement. She just showed it to me today, asking for my advice. That's the gist of it. I promise I'm telling the truth."

Xu Youlan's anger subsided somewhat, realizing her reaction had been a bit excessive, but she still retorted defiantly, "You're the one making all the decisions, I don't know if it's true or not, and it's none of my business anyway. I only asked because I couldn't stand your scoundrel behavior."

"Oh,"

I replied, but inwardly I wondered, how was I a scoundrel?

Xu Youlan still looked at me with gritted teeth. This girl's anger hadn't subsided; I wondered how many times she'd cursed me in her mind. My image must have been utterly ruined.

"Tell me, you called me that day saying you needed to talk to me. What was it? My time is precious, if there's nothing, I'll be going."

Xu Youlan reverted to her innate arrogance, glancing at me sideways.

I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a little guilty. After tossing and turning several times, I finally confessed, "I was looking for you... actually... actually... nothing."

I could barely hear the last two words. After saying that, I wanted to pinch my thigh repeatedly. Had all that bravado gone to waste?

"What did you say? Nothing? If there's nothing, why did you call me?"

Xu Youlan turned her face.

"I... I..."

I suddenly realized how stupid I was, not knowing how to respond. I couldn't just tell her that I missed her and that's why I called her, could I?

I saw that the water in the coffee pot had boiled. I placed two coffee cups with one hand, picked up the pot, filled them, and stirred with a small spoon while thinking.

I placed a cup of coffee on the small square table next to Xu Youlan. I sat down in a chair next to her. Xu Youlan picked up her coffee, took a sip, frowned, and put the cup down. I also took a sip; it was bitter. I had forgotten to add sugar.

I took a sugar cube from the sugar bowl and dropped it into Xu Youlan's cup. A drop of coffee splashed out, landing on Xu Youlan's face. I quickly reached out to wipe it for her. She was startled and also tried to wipe it with her hand. Our hands touched, and Xu Youlan became even more flustered, shrinking away as if trying to avoid it.

I don't know where I got the courage, but I simply grabbed her hand tightly. At first, her hand was very firm, but then it softened. I held it for a while, then gently let go, wiping the water from her face with my own hands. She didn't flinch; her lowered eyelids lifted slightly, and for a moment, our eyes met again. Her eyes held a hint of shyness, mixed with her lingering anger, making her look delicate and refined. I felt as if I were back in that car that night, as if I were seeing the mermaid from my dream again.

My face drew closer to hers; I could almost smell her rapid breathing. Her body trembled slightly. I wanted to pull her into my arms, but my other hand, which was hanging over my chest, was weak. This suddenly reminded me, and the courage that had suddenly surged within me vanished in an instant. My improper thoughts disappeared without a trace. I smiled awkwardly and moved away. A fleeting, undisguised disappointment quickly flashed in Xu Youlan's eyes.

I put a sugar cube into my cup and looked up at her again. She was looking at me too. We stared at each other for a while, and I suddenly had a feeling that we were like a couple separated by a deep valley, gazing at each other from afar.

This feeling eventually disappeared as Xu Youlan looked away.

I decided to change the subject. "Didn't you also need something from me? Tell me about it."

Xu Youlan took something out of her LV handbag and handed it to me, saying, "This is our law firm's pro bono legal aid agreement. You can sign it."

"I'm just completing a task. The firm requires everyone to complete some pro bono legal aid tasks, providing help to those in need. We don't charge money. From now on, all your legal problems will be handled by our firm,"

she added.

I seemed a little mechanical. I took the pen and the agreement, placed them on the bedside table, and without even looking at the contents, went straight to the signature area, quickly signed my name, and handed it back to her. Xu Youlan also found her signature area and signed her name, her handwriting neat and beautiful, just like her.

After I signed, Xu Youlan pulled out one of the agreements and handed it to me, saying, "Keep this one for yourself."

I took it, and she added, "Tell me about being beaten. If you want to sue, I'll help you draft the complaint and act as your lawyer, or we can find a few well-known lawyers to form a legal team."

A legal team? A complaint? A lawyer? Uh, I'm a little confused.

Since returning from Baijing Lake that day, I've inquired about the firm Xu Youlan works for. I know it's a joint venture

of several famous lawyers, and Xu Youlan is one of the partners, holding the largest share. It wouldn't be wrong to say the firm is hers; she's just not yet in the limelight because of her lack of experience. Usually, the firm's most renowned veterans handle everything.

Having money makes you arrogant; you can do whatever you want and be your own boss like it's nothing. How can there be such a big difference between people? I sighed inwardly.

I took a sip of coffee and said, "No need, it's all in the past."

I recounted the main points of what happened, intentionally omitting some crucial details.

"Is that all? You're letting the person who hurt you off so easily?"

Xu Youlan's tone was clearly dissatisfied.

"Forget it. It all started because of me. If this continues, I'll just get tired of it,"

I said.

Xu Youlan seemed to finally manage to calm down, saying, "Hmph, you're spineless! You're so weak!"

Xu Youlan put away the agreement, took an Apple iPad from her bag, placed it in front of me, and played a video for me. The video was the surveillance footage of me and Ziyue escaping into the women's restroom at Youyun Manor that day.

The fact that Ziyue had knocked over the security guard in the surveillance room had indeed attracted the attention of the Shangguan family; even Xu Youlan knew about it.

Xu Youlan coldly asked, "I'm not interested in your shameful affairs. I only want to ask you, do you know the woman in this video?"

"Yes, I've met her a few times. It's like this, that day..."

I tried to explain, but Xu Youlan interrupted me.

She said, "No need to say anything, I know her too. Her name is Ziyue, but I haven't been able to find her for many years. If you know her, please arrange a meeting with her for me next time. I want to see her."

"See her?"

"Yes, I want to see her. There are some things I want to ask her."

Xu Youlan suddenly seemed a little melancholy.

"Can I know what it is?"

I asked cautiously.

"It's about my mother."

"Your mother? Aren't you and Yunqing sisters?"

"No, Yunqing's mother and my mother are sisters. Her mother is Xu Xueyin, and my mother's name is Xu Lianyin. Yunqing and I are just half-sisters."

Xu Youlan choked up a little, "My mother is dead."

Xu Youlan was heartbroken. I didn't ask her what she wanted to ask Ziyue. Her words also made me understand why the two sisters had different surnames—one surnamed Xu and the other Shangguan. There must be a painful past between them that I didn't know about.

"I'm sorry,"

I said.

"It's not your fault,"

Xu Youlan said, composed herself, "Your injury is almost healed, right?"

"Yes, I'll be discharged in a few days."

"Okay, I'll come find you then."

Xu Youlan grabbed her coat and purse. "I'm leaving now. You get some rest."

She turned and left, her graceful figure moving towards the door, appearing somewhat desolate, yet containing an unwavering determination.

I called after her, saying, "After I'm discharged, could...could I treat you to a meal?"

She turned around, a barely concealed smile playing on her lips. "Are you asking me out?"

"No...no, it's...it's...I wanted to...I wanted to thank you for your help."

As soon as I said this, I regretted it terribly, wanting to slap myself a few times. Stupid, so damn stupid!

As expected, Xu Youlan's smile vanished, and she coldly said, "Then there's no need. I'm afraid I'll hardly have time. I have a lot of things to do and won't waste my time on a boring meal!"

Xu Youlan turned and left. I, on the other hand, was filled with resentment at my extremely poor seduction skills. Where had all those sweet words I used to use when flirting with Xinran gone?

Chapter 64 The Alluring Fang Jing

A few days later, I was able to be discharged from the hospital. The day before my discharge, Xue Xinxin came to see me. She told me that she had received urgent military assignments and had to go abroad immediately to participate in the supervision of the destruction of a certain country's biological weapons. She also planned to visit her parents during the Spring Festival. She said she would be gone for a while and

would handle my affairs when she returned. She had already arranged the discharge procedures and reminded me that I couldn't lift heavy things with my injured hand yet. Then she left in a hurry. After lunch, in the afternoon, I went to the hospital's cashier to pay my hospital fees. I was told that I was a special national personnel and that the hospital fees had been reimbursed by the research institute according to regulations. This surprised me a bit, but since I didn't have to pay my own money, why not?

I went back to my ward to pack my things, and the car Xue Xinxin had sent was already waiting downstairs. I had called Sun Qian several times in the past few days, but she hadn't answered or her phone was off. The same was true for Zhao Li. This left me a bit confused, so I decided to go back first and then make some plans.

I was packing when the door suddenly burst open, and someone rushed in. I turned around and saw Fang Jing. As soon as she saw me, she cried out anxiously, "Zhao Bo, what's wrong? What happened?"

She rushed to me and impulsively hugged me. I was thrown backward by her embrace and almost lost my balance. I had to put down the fashion bag full of things I was carrying and accept her hug. Fang Jing stood on tiptoe and held me tightly, saying excitedly in my arms, "Zhao Bo, it's all my fault. I haven't contacted you for so long. If Yun Qing hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were injured and hospitalized! Are you better now? Are you alright?"

I turned my head and glanced at Fang Jing's face resting on my shoulder. Tears were already welling up in her eyes. I gently patted her back and said, "I'm fine. Look how worried you are. I'm all better now. I'm packing my things and I'll be discharged soon!"

"Mmm, mmm... It's all your fault! Your fault! You didn't tell me, you didn't tell me!"

Fang Jing sobbed in my arms, punching my shoulder several times. "I was so worried."

"I called you, but I couldn't get through,"

I said.

"My phone? Oh, I... my luggage was stolen when I was on a business trip, and I lost my phone too, so you couldn't find me."

Fang Jing looked up at me, wiped away her tears, and said apologetically, "It's not your fault, it's my fault!"

After saying that, she gave me a sweet smile.

I reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Let me see, are you really alright?"

Fang Jing left my embrace and looked me up and down.

I moved my limbs to show her that I was alright.

Fang Jing pulled on my shoulders, swaying me left and right, and even made me spin around. Seeing that I was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's good that you're alright, I'm relieved."

Fang Jing asked me what my plans were, and I said I wanted to go home first. After packing my things, Fang Jing and I went downstairs. I told a pretty female orderly waiting downstairs that I could go back by myself. She glanced at Fang Jing, said "yes," and drove off in her SUV.

Fang Jing helped me put my luggage in the trunk. Today she was wearing a black office lady suit with dark green pinstripes, a light-colored scarf around her neck, flesh-colored stockings, and black stiletto heels. She

must have been in a hurry when she came upstairs to see me; a pink cashmere mid-length coat was in the car, unworn. A gust of cold wind made her shiver. I took the coat from the car, stood behind her, opened it, and told her to put it on. She leaned to one side, hunched her shoulders, tucked her arms into the sleeves, shrugged, closed the coat, buttoned it up, and straightened herself.

She rubbed her icy fingers, then suddenly turned around, pinched my face between her two cold hands, rubbed it a couple of times, and exclaimed, "I'm freezing! I'm freezing!"

Then she quickly pulled her hands away and smiled happily at me.

I put my hands in my pockets, kicked a small pebble at my feet, and smiled along with her.

Fang Jing drove, and I sat in the passenger seat. The car drove smoothly out of the hospital. For the first time in a month, I heard the hustle and bustle of traffic on the road again, and it felt incredibly familiar. Unfamiliar people came and went, bustling about, and the atmosphere of life seemed to carry the dust and smoke rising from the streets, making me feel comfortable and close to life.

On the way, I learned that Fang Jing had been gone for a month because things hadn't gone smoothly in setting up the branch office, causing a lot of delays. Fang Jing seemed reluctant to mention General Manager Zheng, who had gone with her. I casually asked about the situation, but she avoided the topic. After the business trip, their relationship had become a bit strained, probably due to work-related conflicts.

Back at my place, the room was spotless, clearly cleaned by Sun Qian. Fang Jing, visiting for the first time, looked around curiously. "This is where you live?"

she asked.

She ran a finger across the coffee table, showed it to herself, and asked, "A girl must have cleaned it for you, right?"

I smiled.

"Hmph, I knew you were a womanizer."

I turned and went inside, taking my clothes out and putting them in the closet. Coming out, Fang Jing asked, "What are you doing this afternoon?"

"Aren't you going to the company?"

"No!"

I spread my arms wide. Fang Jing gave me a disgruntled look, took off her coat, tossed it aside, and rushed into my arms, her warm scent filling the air. "Let me hold you tight, I've missed you so much,"

I said.

Fang Jing looked up, and I lowered my head to kiss her lips. Fang Jing responded passionately to my kiss. We kissed passionately, our movements frantic and thirsty. I hadn't been with a woman for several weeks, which made me burning with desire. Fang Jing was clearly the same. Our mouths made loud sucking sounds, a smacking noise, our lips were so frantic they were almost chafed raw.

While kissing Fang Jing, I pushed her against the wall, my large hand lifting her narrow skirt from behind, and my other hand slipping inside from the front, pressing against her full vulva. She was wearing pantyhose, which felt wonderful. A pair of silk panties bulged and clung to her plump mound, warm and inviting. Her curly pubic hair was smooth, yet possessed a stubborn resilience that her labia majora lacked. Touching it felt incredibly good.

Soon, Fang Jing began to moan softly in my arms, panting heavily, her body dazed and aroused. Her lower body was soaked, her thin stockings and silk panties pressed into the warm folds of her flesh as I probed with my fingers. Her moans grew louder, and to elicit a more intense cry, her lips quickly left mine. Her hands frantically unbuckled my belt and pulled down my zipper. I cooperated by pulling down my pants.

Fang Jing pulled my already engorged penis out of her panties, her slightly cold fingers grasping it, stroking it incessantly from the base to the glans. Her delicate hands cupped the glans, slowly grinding it with her palms. My long-suppressed lust almost made me ejaculate right then and there.

My lust was already high. I swallowed hard, tore open Fang Jing's pantyhose, pulled her underwear aside, grabbed one of her stockinged thighs, and thrust my penis hard into her overflowing vagina. I tried to push it in, but it went astray and didn't go in. Fang Jing held her breath, grabbed my penis, glanced down, and rubbed the glans against her vaginal opening, guiding it towards the entrance. With a gentle push, my penis slid in completely. The folds of flesh eagerly enveloped me, the wetness inside was surging and hot, the folds trembling as we touched. Fang

Jing and I began to fuck each other hungrily. She started panting heavily, moaning with satisfaction, her rosy lips breathing out hot air as she hummed softly.

"...Ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...oh oh...ah ah...oh...oh...so good..."

Fang Jing moaned in rhythm with my thrusts, her voice both delicate and trembling, conveying a sexually pleasurable satisfaction of loneliness and emptiness.

Only the sounds of our thrusting echoed in the room. Fang Jing's silk-stockinged thighs swayed incessantly on my arm, her other leg braced on the ground, her shoulder against the wall, her lower body arching upwards to make my penetration smoother. I thrust in and out, thrusting and out with pleasure, the feeling of sexual satisfaction lingering in my heart. I savored this woman I had finally been able to have with for so many days; I truly loved her to death.

My large penis clearly gave Fang Jing immense pleasure. I thrust wildly inside her vagina, letting the head of my penis reach where she needed it. Tender flesh wrapped around her, the folds of flesh rippled, and fresh juices dripped down. Soon, a pool of glistening vaginal fluid had gathered below where our genitals met. Fang Jing let out a heavy groan. The folds of flesh inside her vagina rapidly flipped backward, tightly pulling my long penis and powerfully dragging it into the depths of her wet, fleshy cave. She had an orgasm, a powerful orgasm, a thirsty orgasm. Her face, flushed from the accumulation of lust, was covered with fine beads of sweat. She was weak and powerless, almost collapsing to the ground.

I had to hold her tight. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, clinging to me, her shapely thighs arching around my arms, her legs gripping my waist tightly, her heels hitting my buttocks, her lower body pressed as close to mine as possible, leaving no gap. My thrusts were powerful, and her embrace made it almost impossible for me to breathe. My head was buried under her neck, and with each breath I could smell her alluring, mature womanly scent. My nose rubbed against her neck, feeling her smooth, cool skin, a few strands of hair brushing against my nose, emitting a faint scent of shampoo.

I urged my penis in and out of her vagina rapidly, then forcefully slammed her onto the table next to us. The table shook violently, and a plastic toilet paper roll fell to the floor with a thud. I propped Fang Jing's shapely legs up on my arms and continued thrusting.

Fang Jing's short business suit skirt was rolled up at the waist, revealing half of her plump buttocks protruding from the table. The crotch and thighs of her flesh-colored pantyhose were clearly distinctly different colors, with several torn strips hanging irregularly from her inner thighs, swaying with each thrust. This created a lewd contrast with her neat, pale white panties. Her dark genitals were tightly joined together, making a soft, slapping sound with each rapid thrust.

"Touch your own breasts!"

I said.

Fang Jing blushed, but her hands obediently unbuttoned her suit and shirt, revealing a moon-white bra. She flipped it down, exposing her two white breasts. The two long, dark red nipples indicated that their owner was sexually aroused. Fang Jing placed her hands on her breasts, pinching and playing with her nipples with a few fingers. The flesh of her breasts was deeply indented, and her nipples were hard. Coupled with Fang Jing's expression of mixed pleasure and pain, she was completely infatuated, truly lewd to the extreme.

I hoisted one of Fang Jing's thighs onto my shoulder, hooked my leg around her other thigh, and pressed it against the table. My knees hit the edge of the table. I adjusted my stance, turned sideways, and continued thrusting while holding one of her thighs. This position allowed me to free my hands to caress her smooth stockings. My face was pressed tightly against her smooth, fleshy thigh, and I inhaled deeply. The stockings were obviously new, exuding a fresh scent, mixed with the fleshy smell of her slightly plump calves. It was truly invigorating, making me feel like I was ascending to heaven.

As I thrust in and out, I savored the exquisite sensations of her silk-stockinged legs. I gently removed the delicate leather high heel, buried my nose and mouth in the shoe's groove, and inhaled deeply. The rich scent of leather and sweat filled my senses, invigorating me and causing my penis to grow even longer. The astonishing hardness of my penis made Fang Jing cry out loudly. She quickly arched her back, her hands gripping the inside of her thighs, seemingly trying to widen her vagina to accommodate my now thick and monstrous penis. Her two voluptuous breasts swayed with the rise and fall of my heartbeat.

I threw away the high heel and took her silk-stockinged toes into my mouth. The dark skin toe, with its unique smoothness and warm sweat, gave me unparalleled ecstasy. I could feel the hard toenails in my mouth, tightly pressed against the slightly coarse seams of the stocking. The plump, tender flesh of her toes also gave me immense pleasure. The silky sensation in my mouth almost drove me mad, making me want to jump up.

Fang Jing was clearly uncomfortable with me sucking on her stockinged feet, but we were both lost in wave after wave of pleasure, so she could only let it be. At first, she tried to pull her feet back, but I held her entire thigh tightly, so she had to give up and focus on enjoying the pleasure brought by my penis thrusting wildly into her vagina.

While playing with her beautiful legs in stockings, I continued my rapid thrusting, and soon I felt like I was about to ejaculate. At that moment, my phone rang in my pocket, but I ignored it and continued sucking on her glistening stockinged feet. Then I put down one of my legs, which was resting on the table, and lifted Fang Jing's two stockinged legs, forcefully attacking her vagina. Fang Jing would sometimes lie on the table and squeeze her breasts, and sometimes get up and hug me tightly, shouting loudly. Sweat blurred her eyes, and her eyelids were half-closed and half-open. She was completely lost in the sea of lust.

The phone rang and stopped, stopped and rang again. I cursed the person calling me in my mind.

I intensified my assault on Fang Jing's vagina, the sounds of splattering and squelching echoing one after another. Finally, we both reached orgasm simultaneously. Her vagina writhed rapidly, a gush of hot fluid gushing out. I knew Fang Jing's peculiar squirting was about to begin. My penis was already ejaculating as I withdrew from her vagina, but I still pulled out. With a whoosh, Fang Jing screamed, her limbs trembling, and a jet of fluid gushed out from her vagina. Caught off guard, the fluid sprayed onto my face, while my penis throbbed violently, spurting out gushes of white semen, creating a spectacle of contrasts with Fang Jing's squirting fluid. She ejaculated, I ejaculated—it was a truly magnificent sight.

I didn't care that the squirting fluid had soaked my coat; I continued to masturbate, ejaculating onto Fang Jing's still-flowing vagina. Finally, we both finished ejaculating our orgasmic fluids.

Fang Jing, exhausted from the exertion, was slumped on the dining table. I, too, was panting heavily from my intense ejaculation. I collapsed onto Fang Jing, one of her snow-white breasts exposed beside my face, trembling slightly with her body's spasms. I took a few deep breaths, and my phone rang again. I had to pull it out, wipe the slickness from my face, and answer.

Chapter 65 Second Ejaculation

The call was from Lu You. Before I could even speak, Lu You yelled at me on the phone, "What the hell are you doing? Fucking?"

"Why call now of all times?"

I gasped.

"Oh... I was right! No wonder you didn't answer my calls for so long. You're just recovered, you need to take care of yourself. Broken limbs are one thing, but a broken back would be a real problem!"

Lu You laughed at me.

"Come on, what's up? I'm busy right now."

I held the phone while casually playing with Fang Jing's breasts, the tender flesh feeling soft and delicate.

Fang Jing pushed me away. I glanced at her, my gaze a mixture of annoyance and pleasure, but also a hint of amor. I smiled at her and climbed off her.

"Still doing it? Sorry to bother you. I'll get to you right away, then I'll hang up so as not to interrupt your good time,"

Lu You continued with a wicked grin. Fang

Jing sat on the sofa. After exchanging a few more words with Lu You, I walked over to Fang Jing and flicked my still-dripping, semi-erect penis at her. Fang Jing rolled her eyes at me, picked up a roll of toilet paper from the floor, pulled out a section, and began wiping my penis with her hand.

Lu You continued, "...Go check on them at school. I've been trying to reach Zhao Li by phone these past few days, but I haven't been able to. Sun Qian's phone is also unreachable. I've been busy with business in the suburbs these past few days and haven't been able to go back

. The more I think about it, the more uneasy I feel. You're being discharged from the hospital today, so go check on them when you have time. I hope nothing bad has happened to them." "Okay. I was just thinking of going to their school in a bit. I haven't been able to find them these past few days either."

I hung up the phone. Fang Jing had already cleaned my penis. "Put it on yourself!"

Fang Jing tossed my

underwear to me. I smiled, lifted her chin, and gently kissed her lips. Fang Jing patted my thigh a few times and pushed me away. I chuckled and picked up my underwear to put it on.

Fang Jing's stockings were already wet. She took out a pair of flesh-colored stockings from her bag and asked, "Do you want flesh-colored or black?"

"You're asking me?"

I looked at her strangely.

"Hmph, don't you like my stockings? You stare at my feet all day at the company. Every time you see me, your eyes go straight to my feet. I thought it was because my feet were pretty, but it turns out you're just looking at the stockings. The lewd way you were eating my stockinged feet just now was disgusting. You must have a fetish, and it's quite severe!"

Fang Jing said irritably.

"Black, I guess. I've already tried the flesh-colored ones, so trying black is not bad. Black ones will definitely make your feet look very long."

Now that Fang Jing knew about my fetish, I was no longer embarrassed and shamelessly admitted it.

"You're disgusting!"

Fang Jing put the flesh-colored stockings back in her bag and took out a pair of black pantyhose.

Fang Jing is meticulous in her actions and very conscious of her image. She knows that a pair of stockings greatly enhances her charm, and she always carries stockings in her handbag so she can change them if they get snagged. Last time, when I took her home drunk, I found some unopened stockings in her handbag.

Fang Jing removed the wet stockings from her feet, revealing a pair of fair and delicate feet. She inserted her thumbs into one leg of the black pantyhose, rolling it up to her feet. Her delicate heels rested on the edge of the sofa, revealing her alabaster-white toes. She pulled the stockings on, the semi-circular black stockings covering her slender toes. Her originally bright red toenails took on a hazy dark red hue from the light covering, creating an indescribable sensuality that stirred arousal within me.

She adjusted the toes and the top of her stockings, aligning the seams with her toes. She used her palm to smooth the slightly wrinkled stockings onto her feet, pinching and squeezing them with her fingers to better fit her toes. She wiped her instep, put her thumb back into the stocking opening, and carefully rolled the stockings up her legs. Following the curve of her calf, the stockings gradually changed from white to black, until her calves were quickly covered by a thin layer of black stockings. The white, delicate skin seeped through the black stockings, creating a beautiful contrast with the sheer texture of the black stockings, making her small feet incredibly alluring and seductive.

As Fang Jing put them on, I watched, my mind racing, my thoughts wandering. I'd rarely seen such a beautiful woman putting on stockings before my eyes; the visual enjoyment was indescribable, a truly wonderful experience.

Fang Jing, with her toes pointed, slipped one of her half-put-on black stockings into a black high heel. Her smooth, small heel was squeezed into the semi-circular heel. She stomped a couple of times to help her foot fit better. The smooth leather edge of the shoe pushed against her instep, causing a slight wrinkle in the stockings, which Fang Jing smoothed out with her hand. The sexy black stockings and the parabolic shoe groove created a beautiful pattern of high-heeled feet, breathtakingly beautiful, almost suffocating me. The slightly raised, arched arch of her foot, half-hidden, half-revealed, sent waves of exciting impulses through me, my blood rushed, I almost had a nosebleed, and my recently rested lower body immediately reacted.

Fang Jing used the same steps to put the other stocking on her other foot, slowly pulling it up as she went, the rolling black stockings covering her foot, and even her rounded knees. Her movements were slow and gentle throughout, pulling the stockings on evenly over her feet. She then slipped her silk-stockinged foot into her high heels.

She stood up, gently pulling the black pantyhose up with both hands, slowly stretching them to her thighs and extending them evenly to her waist. She adjusted the stockings on her thighs, changing the direction of the stockings around her knees, and then, in two separate motions, smoothed them down her long, slender legs, ensuring a tight fit. She then spread the pantyhose open with both hands and slowly pulled them up to her waist. Her pale white panties disappeared into the deeper black silk, revealing her full, swollen vulva in a mysterious and alluring black hue.

I stared blankly as Fang Jing put on her stockings. She glanced up at me and glared, but her hands didn't stop. She slightly arched her back, one hand holding up her skirt, the other wiping her genitals, letting the black stockings clung to her white panties. Pubic hair, barely concealed by the small panties, peeked out from the sides, some even stubbornly peeking out from under the stockings, their curls giving the illusion of pubic hair floating in the air.

As if deliberately arousing my voyeuristic desire, Fang Jing's back remained arched, her hands still touching, the thin stockings and panties swirling between her slender fingers. Her full, round vulva, the soft folds of flesh undulating, I could almost feel the shape of that soft flesh contracting and rolling, feel the soft, erotic sounds it made as it touched the silk.

I couldn't hold back any longer; only one thought occupied my mind: I couldn't let this slut get away with it, I had to fuck her again!

My penis became uncontrollably erect, a long, firm bulge forming in my newly put-on underwear. It showed no signs of fatigue or refractory period after ejaculation, which puzzled me.

My penis was thick, round, and large, its bulging veins surging with blood, brimming with vitality. The accompanying lust was equally intense, as if driven by a relentless force. A feeling of wanting to penetrate any woman I saw overwhelmed me, my entire being filled with a tidal wave of lust that grew stronger and stronger, impossible to control.

Had my libido actually increased since being discharged from the hospital?

I wondered, but the ever-growing lust robbed me of my last shred of clarity.

My eyes gleamed with lust; I quickly pulled down my underwear, let out a shout, and charged forward. Ignoring Fang Jing's frantic struggles and loud cries, I pushed her down onto the sofa, lifted her thighs, and pulled her plump, black-stockinged buttocks off the sofa. I forcefully tore open the crotch of her stockings, spread her panties, and thrust my penis powerfully into her wet, hot vagina between her thighs. I pressed her firmly onto the sofa and began to thrust vigorously.

Fang Jing kicked wildly behind me with her long, black-stockinged legs and tried to push me away with her hands, but my bull-like body was no match for her.

Fang Jing cried out loudly, "Hey...hey...you...you...are you going to do it again? I'm exhausted...

you're still going to do it? Uh...can't you stop? Let go...hey...hey...you...you...uh...uh...uh...are you raping me?...Why are you so rough...you bad guy...uh...uh...it's too big...it's so thick...it's too big...you're hurting me...it's too big, too long, it's all the way in, you...you...are you going to kill me?"

"I'm going to stab you! I'll fuck you to death! Who told you to wear stockings and try to seduce me? I'm not a man if I don't stab you to death!"

I said deliberately viciously.

I let out a lewd laugh, pinning Fang Jing down with both hands, and thrusting my penis rapidly, pumping in and out with a series of thuds. Soon, fluid gushed from her plump, juicy vagina, splashing up with my penis. My wildly swinging testicles slapped loudly against Fang Jing's pert buttocks, which were covered in black stockings. With each powerful slap, I could feel the soft, alluring touch of the stockings and the firm, bouncy flesh of her buttocks. This made my penis erect even more powerfully, and my thrusts even more impulsive and brutal.

"Ah...ah...ah...I'm going to die, you lecher...how can you be so strong...ah...ah...ah...it's coming again...it's coming again...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...oh...I'm going to die...I'm going to die!"

Fang Jing suddenly pulled her legs back and kicked out forcefully. Her black-stockinged legs straightened up behind me, and then her body was pulled along, she jumped, and half of her body almost fell off the sofa. Her face was full of pain and pleasure, her eyes were half closed, and she was breathing heavily. She had an orgasm, a strong orgasm.

She gripped my arm tightly with both hands, her red nails digging into the flesh, digging deep down from my upper arm. A sharp pain rose in my arm, and the bulging muscles were quickly scratched with two red scratches, almost bleeding.

Her bright red fingernails dug tightly into me. Ignoring the way Fang Jing's throbbing vagina constricted my penis, I continued my frenzied thrusting. My penis pounded powerfully into that rapidly changing mass of soft flesh. Fang Jing's orgasms came wave after wave, endlessly, her screams incessant, her body limp and convulsing.

I reached out and grabbed Fang Jing's delicate neck. Blood was rushing through her carotid arteries. I tightened my grip, my thumb and forefinger encircling her neck, pressing her chin against the sofa back. I continued thrusting, and in a suffocating sensation, Fang Jing's red lips formed an "O," her pink tongue slightly protruding, her face showing a mixture of fear and pleasure.

She tried to scream, but no sound came out. She tried to struggle, but she was no match for me, this rough and powerful man. Her lower body twisted, trying to break free from the thrusting of my penis, but she could only kick her legs frantically. One of her high heels was kicked off and rolled away with a clatter in a corner of the room.

Fang Jing's feeble struggles only aroused my lust. I continued to brutally pound her lower body, as if that cunt would never break. I used as much force as I could. The sofa shook violently. In her vagina, stretched wide by my penis, a gush of hot vaginal fluid gushed out, enveloping the glans. The hot vaginal fluid accelerated the changes in my penis, and the temperature of the entire penis rose sharply. A large amount of semen gathered at the glans was about to spray out.

I panted heavily, thrusting a few more times before pulling my penis out. The gushing white semen, impatient for the glans to leave the opening, spurted out continuously, some into her vagina, and most onto Fang Jing's thick, dark pubic hair. Then, with a loud "pop," a torrent of fluid shot out from the churning, pulsating vaginal walls. Fang Jing had indeed orgasmed a second time. The clear fluid splashed onto my face with tremendous force, stinging my skin. Damn, that was like a high-pressure water tap!

I continued ejaculating, trying to stop the white semen from reaching Fang Jing's gushing vagina, but it was no match for the torrent and was easily flushed out, dripping onto the floor.

The intense climax caused Fang Jing to writhe and squirm on the sofa, one hand tucked between her legs. Her trembling, silk-stockinged legs stretched out on the floor, one bare, the other in a high heel. They arched and tightened, sometimes thrusting and straightening, the heels clattering against the floor. Her body, convulsing in the throes of orgasm, resembled a lively, leaping fish.

The intense climax left her disoriented, unsure how to alleviate it. Finally, she stiffened her neck, closed her eyes, and clenched her teeth to resist the intense stimulation. Her silk-stockinged legs spread wide, supporting her weight on the floor. Her body below the shoulders had shifted off the sofa, her business suit billowing up to almost touching her neck. One bra was askew, revealing a snow-white breast. The hand pressing against it still twitched slightly. She was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, her face flushed with a melancholic blush. "

Damn it," she thought, "did I go too far?" This climax was too intense!

I felt a pang of heartache. I squeezed out a few drops of semen from my now-stopped penis, flicked it onto the ground, stepped forward, and gently pulled Fang Jing's soft body into my arms, comforting her, "It's alright! It's alright! It's my fault, it's all my fault, I made you suffer! It's my fault, it's all my fault, hehe!"

Seeing Fang Jing's pitiful state, I finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Mmm, mmm... It's all your fault! It's all your fault! I couldn't get it, but you still did! My lower body hurts so much, waah... It feels like you raped me, my whole body is turned inside out."

Fang Jing punched me a few times, both angry and annoyed, making muffled noises.

She nestled close to me, wrapping her arms around my back and draping her neck over my shoulder. She whispered weakly in my ear, "Zhao Bo, I'll never wear stockings in front of you again. I won't seduce you anymore. You stocking fanatic, stocking fanatic! You get so excited whenever you see stockings! How did you become so intense after being discharged from the hospital? It's terrifying! You were so fierce just now, you almost killed me!"

Fang Jing's words reminded me of my earlier behavior. I was indeed a little strange about myself. I usually get aroused by stockings, but after such a battle, this arousal was abnormal. Could it be the effect of that "battle agent" I used in the hospital?

I thought about it for a while, checked my body, and found that my desire was still surging, as if it had never subsided. I tried to stimulate my penis, and a surge of power, seemingly from nowhere, rapidly gathered towards it. The fatigue and lack of response disappeared in no time, and my scrotum quickly became full. If I wanted, my penis could become erect again and quickly resume its battle.

This is terrifying! What's going on? This is never-ending. Even if my penis doesn't die from exhaustion, my body will be worn out. The continuous, vigorous thrusting just now left my thighs a little sore and my back tired. Oh dear, could it be that the drug healed my injury and also modified my genitals along with it? Or is the residual effect of the drug still working? Could it be some terrible, inexplicable side effect?

On one hand, I was both surprised and delighted by the enhancement of my sexual ability, and on the other hand, I was worried and afraid about the unknown effects on my body. What is Xue Xinxin up to? I have to ask her about it when she gets back.

I changed my clothes. Fang Jing's black stockings were torn, so I had to put on the flesh-colored stockings in my bag.

Fang Jing was exhausted, so I had to drive. I was wearing jeans, and the narrow crotch rubbed against my penis when I pressed and released the clutch. The coiled bulge wasn't erect, but it was full and warm, and the swelling feeling was reminiscent of the post-coital pleasure. I felt indescribably happy.

Fang Jing, standing next to me, held a small mirror, applied lipstick, and touched up her face with foundation. The slight weariness from her earlier strenuous exercise was well concealed, and her lightly made-up face regained its radiance.

"Who is this Sun Qian you're looking for?"

Fang Jing asked.

"A friend,"

I replied while driving.

"A friend? Your girlfriend, I guess? I often see her coming to your company."

"I've talked to her about it, but she doesn't want to!"

"How many women do you have?"

"Me? Just a few, including you,"

I laughed.

"How annoying! I don't count! You and Xue Xinxin are already in a relationship, and you're still so fickle. If she finds out, how are you going to continue this relationship?"

"Her? She's got a lot of bad habits, a weird personality, I can't even figure her out. I don't know what she's thinking. Anyway, I'm doing this on someone's behalf, and I'm doing my duty to cure her problems. I think she mostly sees me as a cure-all. She makes me feel like the more women I have, the happier she is—it's strange, isn't it?"

"It really is strange. One woman doesn't want to be your girlfriend, but the other lets you do whatever you want. I really don't know what people are thinking these days."

"And what about you? What do you think?"

"We're just getting what we need."

Fang Jing turned to look at me. "You're not serious, are you?"

"I am serious, but why are you unwilling? If you want me to marry you right now, I won't hesitate."

"You don't mind that I'm a second-hand woman?"

"Second-hand women are more interesting. I don't mind."

I laughed again.

"Stop giving me that crap, let's just leave it as it is. I'm already very disappointed with marriage, I have no confidence in myself."

Fang Jing said with a hint of resentment.

"Do you still love him?"

"I don't know! I'm not sure right now. I don't want to talk about him."

Fang Jing's eyes, gazing out of the car window, revealed a sense of bewilderment. (12-01
Chapter 69: The Wrath of a Small Person)

Injustice, utter injustice! The feeling of being wronged is like being raped and powerless to resist. The resentment, with nowhere to vent, mixed with grievance and unwillingness, surged fiercely deep within me. The rage and frustration quickly turned my face a purplish-red. I couldn't let this woman walk past me like that. I grabbed Gong Feihua, who was walking ahead, and forcefully shoved her against the wall across the aisle. Ignoring her screams, I pressed my face close to hers, my eyes bloodshot, and said, "Gong Feihua! I didn't! Nothing you said is true! I don't care how you came to that conclusion, but tonight you must apologize to me! You must!"

My loud shout reeked of alcohol, the strong, sour smell of which even I could smell, making me dizzy. Gong Feihua

tried to pull her hand away from the wall. She was uncomfortable with my close proximity and her body strongly resisted. She pushed me away with her other hand, but I quickly grabbed it and lifted it above her head.

"Let me go! Let me go! You...you beast...how dare you do this? You're not allowed to touch me...let me go...let me go..."

Gong Feihua twisted and turned, her hands gripping tightly, but my hands were like two iron clamps, how could she possibly break free?

I ignored her resistance, staring intently at her, waiting for her answer.

Gong Feihua's chest heaved rapidly, her breasts unusually large, constricted by her strapless dress into two dangerously protruding mounds of flesh, the size of basketballs. I had never seen such large breasts, so large it was dizzying. Every breath caused a ripple, every bounce and undulation showed the astonishing elasticity of her breasts. If Gong Feihua wanted, a gentle sway of her chest would easily cause the barely restrained dress to burst open, revealing the proud shape of her magnificent breasts.

Unfortunately, apart from those heavy breasts, I had absolutely no interest in her as a person.

After the initial shock, Gong Feihua glared at me fearlessly. Although the few people passing by noticed our awkward posture, none dared to intervene.

"Will you let go or not?"

Gong Feihua snapped, her eyes still filled with disdain, contempt, and disgust. But her shrinking body revealed her extreme discomfort and even fear at being pressed so close to a man.

Did she really dislike men and only like women?

I'd do the same to her discomfort. Ignoring my breath reeking of alcohol, I pressed my lips to her smooth cheek and said in a low voice, "Apologize! I want an apology!"

Gong Feihua's disgust intensified. She snorted, turned her face away, and struggled in vain again.

Suddenly, she turned back and shouted, "You? No money, no skill, dream on! Pah—"

She spat on my face, the glistening white saliva dripping down my cheek. This vile woman had spat on me!

"You fucking dare to spit on me!"

I roared, about to retaliate.

Gong Feihua intensified her struggles, shouting, "You pervert! Help! Help! There's a pervert! Someone's molesting me! Help! Someone's raping me! Someone's raping me!" Her

voice was so loud that I didn't care about the surroundings. I gagged her, and Gong Feihua's free hand rained blows on my face. The punches were powerful, making me see stars. Her high heels kicked my feet several times, and the sharp heels confirmed that my feet must have been bruised.

I was furious and swung my hand to slap her face.

Just then, I heard a noisy sound of running behind me. "Damn it! Don't you want to live? How dare you cause trouble in our place!"

I turned around and saw two fierce-looking security guards running towards us, wielding batons. Judging from their appearance, they were gangsters hired to guard the place.

Two security guards approached me and, without a word, began to brutally beat me. I was hit several times in an instant, and they forcefully pulled me away. Then came another round of beatings. I had to cover my head with my hands to defend myself, and Gong Feihua took the opportunity to escape.

I couldn't care less about her anymore, and I kept shouting, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, stop hitting me, stop hitting me..."

But the two security guards didn't stop. Soon, I was beaten until I was squatting on the ground. The rising alcohol made me unable to fight back. The intense pain in my body and the headache from drinking too much made me somewhat delirious. I was beaten until I fell to the ground, rolling several times. Accompanied by two hard kicks with leather shoes, I was dragged away by the two security guards.

The alcohol and pain made me weak all over, and I could only let them drag me away like a dead pig. Not far away, Gong Feihua, dressed in an elegant green dress, stood in the aisle, a cigarette between her fingers, the other under her armpit, watching my miserable state with ease. A few wisps of smoke escaped her red lips; she clearly enjoyed my beating, her face filled with schadenfreude, contempt, and triumph.

Gong Feihua's smugness immediately made me realize I'd fallen for her trick. She must have seen security guards passing by and shouted, leading to my brutal attack.

My heart churned. I could tolerate being beaten, but I couldn't tolerate being wronged, schemed against, and treated like a spectator. I wanted to struggle to my feet and confront that woman, but it was futile against the two burly thugs.

Soon, I was dragged outside. It had started raining heavily sometime earlier; the raindrops pounded down with a loud thud, and the swirling rainwater, mixed with muddy slurry, carrying torn plastic bags and discolored tissues, rushed towards the drain.

Amidst the jeers of the security guard and a few onlookers, I was thrown outside like a straw. The torrential rain quickly soaked me to the bone, leaving me drenched in mud. The alcohol and the beating made me feel like a lump of mud, too weak even to roll around.

Gradually, I felt drowsy. Soon, I didn't know if I had fallen asleep or just passed out. Perhaps a few minutes had passed, or perhaps longer—I don't know. When the cold woke me, I found myself still curled up in the mud. People passing by were rushing to avoid the rain, hurrying towards the parking lot. I was like a frozen, dead dog on the roadside, left to the wind and rain, ignored by everyone.

I staggered back to the jeep, my lips frozen purple from the cold. I was soaked to the bone, the pouring rain quickly forming two small puddles at my feet. I rubbed my face; it was icy cold. Only the alcohol in my system provided any warmth. I turned on the jeep's heater, stripped off my wet clothes—my heavy hiking boots, thick cotton socks, and jeans—leaving me only in my white cotton underwear. I used the spare toilet paper in the jeep to wipe myself dry. My hands were red and swollen from the beating, and my ribs throbbed with pain from the kicks. Several places on my feet were bleeding—that bitch really kicked me hard!

A severe headache made it impossible for me to think about the beating, but the last glimpse of Gong Feihua smoking and watching me being beaten was magnified and imprinted in my mind. Her smug expression ignited my anger, a strong urge for revenge.

I was hurt again, hurt again by that wretched woman, the emotional pain far exceeding the physical pain.

In Gong Feihua's money-obsessed eyes, and in her self-proclaimed wealthy manner, the feelings of the poor can be sold, can be bought with money, and the poor are simply unworthy of owning anything. Poverty means lacking both money and ability, and those without money and ability shouldn't be out there engaging in promiscuous behavior. Indeed, the harm caused by the promiscuity of the poor is greater than that of the wealthy. At least compared to the rich, the poor don't have as many ways to mitigate the consequences of their promiscuity. Promiscuity also has different levels; for the wealthy, it's more in line with their status and power, and easier to understand. For the poor, promiscuity is self-defeating, causing trouble for society, and it's best not to embarrass themselves in public.

Once the promiscuity of the poor intersects with the so-called upper class and the powerful, the poor can only be seen as selling their bodies or souls. Aside from suffering humiliation in the disdainful eyes of the rich, they have no other path. The rich, however, sit atop the mountain of power, enjoying the pleasure of reaping the self-esteem of the poor under the halo of wealth. The rich repeatedly demonstrate to society that they are the power behind society and rightfully deserve a decent life, while the poor are manipulated and suppressed, barely able to maintain any semblance of dignity, let alone any semblance of human dignity.

Regarding tonight's incident, the rich will have a hundred ways to retaliate, slowly maneuvering against their enemies. But for someone like me, without money or ability, how to retaliate has become a problem.

I'm at a loss; anger alone cannot solve this. Should I hit her? I really want to beat her until she screams in agony, completely disoriented, but I've never laid a hand on a woman, and that would be far from the desired effect of revenge. Or perhaps verbally humiliate her? Whether I can be more scathing in words is another matter, but for someone like her, who's been around the streets for so long, this kind of verbal abuse is child's play. It's really difficult! In most cases, the most direct and effortless ways for the poor to retaliate are nothing more than the two mentioned above. It's truly tragic, a devastating disaster for the victims!

Is there any more extreme way? Kill her, or rape her? Or rape and kill her… Perhaps this is the highest form of resistance for someone as penniless and powerless as me. It may lack skill and power, but it should be effective, and very effective!

I waited silently, staring intently at the disco exit. I felt my gaze was as cold as a wolf's. Gong Feihua had already angered me. I didn't know what I would do, but I couldn't remain unsettled. I would wait for this wretched woman to appear, wait for this cunning woman who wronged me, schemed against me, and hurt me to appear. I would teach her a lesson, I would make her taste the bitterness of humiliation. Beat her, curse her, whatever the method, I wouldn't let this woman go tonight!

The rain intensified, blurring the entrance to the disco even under the bright lights. I vaguely saw two women emerge: one in a black coat, revealing a green skirt underneath; the other in white trousers. The woman in white held a large umbrella to shield the woman in the black coat from the rain. They exchanged a few words at the entrance, then the woman in white, umbrella in hand, followed the woman in the black coat towards my car. As they drew closer, I recognized the woman in the black coat as Gong Feihua. A surge of anger welled up inside me. The woman in white was Xue'er, whom I had seen before, her face inexplicably pale and sorrowful.

They reached the Jeep. I watched them through the tinted glass. Parked alongside the Jeep was a black Land Rover. Could it be that wretched woman's car? Gong Feihua took out her keys and pressed the Land Rover's power door lock, confirming my suspicions.

Gong Feihua was clearly drunk. She leaned against the car door, catching her breath, and was about to open it to get in when Xue'er behind her said, "President Gong, you...you won't even consider...I...I'm all yours tonight."

Gong Feihua turned around, hiccuped, and looked at Xue'er with blurry, drunken eyes. She chuckled, lifted Xue'er's chin with one hand, and scrutinized her for a moment with a hint of contempt. She said, "Heh...I've played with plenty of people like you, I'm tired of you...If you're broke and incompetent, selling your body is definitely the fastest way to get rich. I don't know how many people have fallen into my bed to release an album or act in a movie..."

"You're still very young. This circle isn't for you. You should go back, haha... You're really too naive. I really can't bear to part with you. Women are better. What's so good about men? Men are all bad. Tonight, a man ruined my mood. It's been so long since a man dared to touch me. He dared to touch me! He doesn't know how powerful I am, you know? He got beaten to a pulp... Haha, I just want to laugh... Haha, it felt so good... I'm not saying anything more, I'm not saying anything more. You should go back!"

Gong Feihua gently pushed Xue'er away, turned around, opened the car door, got in, and sat in the driver's seat. Those still standing outside... Xue'er suddenly ripped open her transparent top, revealing a small, cute breast. She choked out to Gong Feihua, "Please, take me! Take me! I...I want to release a record. I know you like women. I'm very good at oral sex. I'll make sure you feel very comfortable."

Gong Feihua hiccuped again, glanced at Xue'er with her eyes half-closed, and cursed, "Damn, so small! You're really fucking cheap! Get lost!"

With that, she slammed the car door shut, started the car, and sped away, leaving Xue'er behind, tears streaming down her face, still pulling at her clothes to expose her breast.

I was somewhat taken aback by Xue'er's actions, thinking she was too shameless and didn't deserve any sympathy. I drove after Gong Feihua's car. What I wanted to do now was get revenge on Gong Feihua. I couldn't let a woman trample me without fighting back. I wanted to grab her, to vent my boundless rage on her. Damn it, tonight it's either her or me!

After drinking too much, she started speeding. Gong Feihua's Land Rover sped through the torrential rain, not only speeding but also veering wildly, swerving erratically on the wide road, turning straight lanes into S-shaped maneuvers. Fortunately, the heavy rain and the late hour meant there were almost no cars on the road. The Land Rover's sudden stops and turns made me, following behind, very uneasy. I was completely disoriented by her driving style. Damn it, catching up with a drunken old hag was going to be a real challenge.

After navigating several streets and alleys, the Land Rover headed straight for an upscale residential complex in a bustling area. Impatient with the slowly rising access control barrier, it smashed through it with a loud crash and roared into the complex. I followed closely behind in my Jeep. The residential area was huge; after many twists and turns, the Land Rover finally sped into an underground parking lot. I turned off my headlights and followed closely behind.

The sound of a car breaking the stillness of the night. The parking lot was dimly lit, with several fluorescent lights flickering, creating an eerie atmosphere and stirring a criminal impulse within me. It was this impulse that excited me; an overactive adrenaline surged through my kidneys, and I felt an unprecedented tension and thrill. The Land Rover pulled up in a dimly lit parking space, with an elevator door around the corner not far away.

I slowly parked the car where the Land Rover couldn't see me and quickly rummaged through the toolbox in the Jeep. I needed a tool for coercion, a tool to carry out the crime. I touched a long-handled, cold object and pulled it out—a Mitsubishi military dagger, the same one Fang Jing and I had bought together. I didn't have time to think about when it ended up in Lu You's car, but undoubtedly, nothing was more suitable to be used on a helpless woman in the dead of night, in this empty parking lot.

A sinister smile crept across my face as I gripped my military knife and got out of the car. A gust of cold wind swept past, and I shivered, only then realizing I was wearing just my underwear in the car. Never mind, if I delayed any longer, that woman would escape. I ran swiftly towards where Gong Feihua had parked, my bare feet making my movements as stealthy as possible.

Gong Feihua appeared in my sight, ahead of me, head bowed in a daze, carrying her coat and handbag, swaying as she walked towards the elevator. I strode past her, coldly blocking her path.

She slowly raised her head, and from her fleeting gaze, I was certain she first saw two long, dark, hairy thighs, a pubic area encased in white briefs, then a muscular lower abdomen, a firm chest, and two muscular arms. Crucially, the last thing she saw was an angry and ferocious man's face—I'm sure that sight would be unforgettable for her!

Gong Feihua was still dazed. She tapped her head, pinched her arm, shook herself a few times, and glanced at me again. I gave her a sinister, mocking smile. She finally realized it wasn't a dream. She screamed in terror and backed away. She saw the weapon in my hand. She screamed and turned to run, her footsteps rapid. I caught up with her and easily grabbed her. She struggled to break free, but I dragged her forcefully into the driveway where she had parked her car.

In the dark driveway, only a dim, cobweb-covered lamp cast an eerie glow. I pinned Gong Feihua tightly against the wall.

Gong Feihua frantically rubbed against me, her terrified screams echoing in the silent parking lot. I slowly placed the Mitsubishi military dagger against her cheek, and she instantly quieted down. The cold, sharp blade made Gong Feihua jump. I pushed the dagger, the gleaming tip all the way to her eye socket, stopping right in front of her terrified eyes. She became even more frightened, her pupils dilated, and she stammered, "No...don't kill me...don't kill me...no...don't...don't kill me...I...I'll give you everything...I'll give you everything...bank cards...cash...checks...I have...I have money in my bag...don't kill...kill me...one million, no...five million, please don't kill me...please..."

She cried out in terror, frantically rummaging through her handbag, trying to find money or something else, but with the dagger right in front of her, she couldn't concentrate on searching carefully, and the contents of her bag clattered to the ground.

I slapped the bag out of her hand and said coldly, "Shut up! You bitch, you think money can buy everything? You think money can solve the harm you've done to me? Your suggestion to use money only makes me angrier, you know? This isn't the first time. Remember the last time, you old hag!"

I slapped Gong Feihua hard across the face. It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned money; the mere mention of it infuriated me to the extreme, and I naturally delivered a resounding slap.

A few strands of Gong Feihua's hair fell across her forehead from the slap, her pale face contorted with fear, revealing five red finger marks. Looking at the defenseless Gong Feihua, a sudden surge of intense pleasure welled up within me—a strange thrill of the strong conquering the weak. My penis became erect.

I was so excited. I switched the dagger to my other hand and slapped her again. Gong Feihua was dazed and let out a painful groan. My pleasure intensified, and my penis was rock hard. I slapped her a series of times. Large clumps of Gong Feihua's hair fell down, covering her face. Through the messy hair, I saw a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. The red blood made me even more excited. I never knew that bullying the weak could be so exciting. Seeing the arrogant upper-class woman who was just now disheveled and miserable, my blood boiled and I felt incredibly impulsive.

Gong Feihua was beaten senseless. I wasn't afraid she would escape, so I released her. Her head drooped, her heavy breasts stretched open her skirt, exposing her white, fleshy breasts. Her coat slipped to the ground, and she was only wearing a green long-sleeved dress, flesh-colored stockings, and white high heels. The tight-fitting dress perfectly accentuated her figure. Her slightly plump body in her thirties, with its slightly protruding belly, did not diminish her sex appeal in the slightest, but rather gave her a unique charm of her age. Her whole body was seductive and alluring, making one want to commit a crime!

Chapter 70 Irreversible Rape

My penis became even more erect, hard and erect between my legs, repeatedly pounding against my cotton underwear. I felt so evil, a violent heat seeping into my blood.

I took a stance and landed two heavy punches on Gong Feihua's lower abdomen. She cried out, raised her head, then lowered it again, clutching her stomach in pain. I then punched her large, voluptuous breasts twice more, the firm, elastic flesh clearly giving me a satisfyingly bouncy sensation—it felt so good!

The intense pleasure made my penis painfully erect. I had never known that violence and sex could be so closely intertwined, so easily finding a way to soothe each other. The bloodshed of violence and the stimulation of sex intertwined, entertaining my mind and body, filled with a strange sense of novelty. If I didn't commit a crime, who would?

I ripped off Gong Feihua's long skirt in a flash, revealing a white, wire-free bra underneath, the thin fabric barely covering her large breasts; a pair of white lace panties, her dark pubic hair peeking out from the edges of the lace, long and thick; and flesh-colored garter stockings, shimmering, her two plump, beautiful legs encased in the sheer stockings, exuding an alluring, seductive glow.

Gong Feihua cowered, her hands clutching her chest, terrified beyond words. She trembled like a lamb to the slaughter. Her helplessness and powerlessness fueled my impulse. I gripped half her face tightly with one hand, squeezing her head up until her face was contorted in pain.

I used my dagger to brush aside a patch of hair from her forehead, wanting to see her eyes, to see the depth of her fear. I saw it. She was terrified, utterly terrified, yet a contemptuous smirk still lingered on her lips. Whether it was innate or not, her eyes held a sly glint of cunning and a flickering fire—was it excitement?

"You want to die, you bitch! Are you excited? Let's see who's tougher tonight!"

I yelled.

I couldn't tolerate even a hint of excitement in her. I threw the dagger to the ground, continued to clamp her face, and slapped her upper cheeks hard with my other hand. She let out a sobbing cry, and I raised my knee again, slamming it hard into her lower abdomen. She let out a muffled groan, and I grabbed her hair and pulled it down, causing her to scream again. I caught her and slammed her to the ground.

Gong Feihua fell heavily, one of her high heels flying a meter away. She frantically scrambled to her feet, trying to get up, but couldn't. Her other high heel came off too, and her thin stockings quickly tore through the cement floor, revealing several toes painted black. The stockings at the knees were also torn, and the gradually stretching and tearing stockings revealed a patch of snow-white skin. Her helpless struggle was strangely sexy, causing my lust to surge rapidly.

I quickly pulled down my underwear and began to masturbate my penis, which had grown as long as it could go and was as hard as it could be.

Gong Feihua was still crawling on the ground when I kicked her twice in the ribs. She let out an even more agonizing scream, the pain in her voice like it came from hell. Hearing her screams, I almost ejaculated.

I never knew that the pleasure from violence could be the same as sex! A strange stimulation burned within me, my lust raging. I couldn't control myself at all, I had only one thought: I wanted to rape this woman, to rape her brutally!

I straddled Gong Feihua's back, grabbed her hair, and slammed her head to the floor. She wailed, her cries low and like a ghost's wail. Her ample breasts were squeezed, revealing the outline of her body. I groped my way down to my knees, straddling her soft, plump buttocks, and pulled down her thin thong, grabbing my penis and inserting it between her thighs.

Gong Feihua knew what I was about to do. She struggled desperately, but I forcefully pulled her head back. She screamed again, followed by a piercing cry. I slammed her head against the floor, and with another muffled groan, I thrust my penis between her two plump, soft buttocks. The pain rendered her unable to resist any longer.

My glans passed through her plump buttocks and touched a tight opening—her anus. Tonight, I was going to fuck this slut's ass. I thrust my body forward, my glans forcing its way in. Her anus was dry, and my penis could barely fit. I continued to push in with brute force, ignoring whether her dry anus was being torn. I only thought about my own pleasure, continuing to force my way in. There was some lubrication inside, making the grip even stronger. I thrust in again, until most of my penis was inside Gong Feihua's anus. The tight, gripping feeling gave me immense pleasure.

Accompanied by Gong Feihua's painful cries, I began to thrust. Her crying annoyed me, so I slapped her several times across the face, and then slapped her twice more. This quieted her down, and I continued thrusting. Gong Feihua clenched her hands tightly, enduring the pain as I thrust into her anus, her face buried in the floor, whimpering softly. I thrust hard and forcefully, and slowly, fluid began to seep from her dry anus. It was anal fluid secreted by the stimulation of her anus. The fluid flowed more and more, and soon the pain in my penis caused by the dryness of my anus gradually subsided. The moist anus made the thrusting smoother and the pleasure more intense.

Gong Feihua's cries grew louder again. I covered her mouth with my hand, turned her head back, and said, "How is it, President Gong? The feeling of being fucked in the ass is pretty good, isn't it? Is it torn? Is it bleeding? If so, that's great! But if you dare to poop, you're dead!"

I continued to thrust and fuck her, like a primal beast wantonly ravaging its prey.

"Oh, so good, your little asshole is being fucked by my big penis, it feels so good! A noble woman like you, your excretory place is being violated by a lowly nobody like me, you must be very resentful, right? Don't be resentful, just endure it slowly, you'll get used to it soon. That's how lowly people endure. Life is like being fucked in the ass, finding enjoyment in pain, it's not just for lowly people, people like you should experience it too."

I provoked Gong Feihua in her ear while fucking her.

"I have no money and no ability, but I fucked you, fucked your asshole, how about that? You can't resist now, can you? You can't resist, so just enjoy it, I think I can still satisfy you! Haha..."

I laughed triumphantly.

The terrifying body of this upper-class woman beneath me filled me with a strange pleasure. The violent, rear-entry penetration revealed my animalistic nature. Each hard thrust of my penis in and out stirred a sense of inherent human evil within me, making me believe that humans have an innate tendency to bully the weak. This bullying grows and is refined through violence, finding pleasure in helpless gazes and pitiful cries. Humans are violent and oppressive animals; they wrote history this way in the past, and they will continue to write history this way in the future, because the desire for revenge is the most natural impulse, because most evils go unpunished.

I flipped Gong Feihua over; after penetrating her anus, I wanted to penetrate her vagina.

Her head was buried in a tangled mess of filthy hair, her round breasts covered in a layer of black dust, her nipples erect—she too had sexual urges!

My hand caressed her breasts, so plump and soft. I thrust my penis deeper into her vagina, which was overflowing with fluids, a world apart from her dry anus. The tender flesh brushed against my penis with incredible pleasure. The thick pubic hair against her skin felt like silk, smooth and sticky with vaginal fluid. It turned out she was already wet during the anal penetration. It was hard to believe that she was enjoying it during the rape.

Gong Feihua was moaning softly, her tattered stockings clinging to her trembling legs. My penis entered between her parted legs, into her plump, fleshy vagina, thrusting in and out vigorously, creating a series of squelching sounds.

Gong Feihua's face contorted in pain, a mixture of pain and a reluctance to succumb to sexual pleasure. She was resisting the urge to have sex, and this expression amused me. Because of my rape, she had been deprived of the right to choose her sexual partner. Because of my rape, she was forced to accept the cruel reality of having sex when she had no desire. This was the revenge I wanted. I wanted her to be unable to resist her primal urges, unable to choose. I wanted her to feel humiliated, to feel ashamed of her lust.

My thick penis thrust rapidly in and out of her churning, fleshy vagina. Perhaps due to excessive sexual activity or excessive masturbation, her somewhat loose vagina felt spacious, especially as her vaginal fluid accumulated. After a period of continuous thrusting, the pleasure was compressed into a narrow band, which was very unsatisfying. My penis even began to wane. Damn, fucking a slut with too much sex isn't really that satisfying.

I needed some violence to fuel the excitement, so without hesitation, I slapped her, making Gong Feihua, who was moaning softly, scream loudly. Her vagina suddenly tightened, gripping my rapidly withdrawn penis, and a surge of intense pleasure washed over me. I felt a jolt of excitement—so good!

I seemed to have grasped the secret to Gong Feihua's vaginal contractions and relaxations. Whenever her vaginal muscles relaxed, I would slap her hard, and her vagina would inevitably suck at my penis like a small mouth, intensifying the pleasure. To maintain the pleasure, I slapped her repeatedly, until Gong Feihua's face swelled up, distorted before my eyes. This woman was truly tortured by me tonight. Trying to mess with me? I'll play you to death!

I braced myself on the ground, lifting Gong Feihua's two stockinged thighs, and lifted her waist, raising her plump buttocks. I thrust my penis rapidly downwards in a horse stance, the suspended motion allowing it to penetrate deeply and with greater amplitude. The angle of my penis and her curled body formed an inverse angle, the squeezed folds of her vagina brushing against the edge of my glans, creating intense pleasure.

Gong Feihua's two dangling, stockinged legs swayed with each thrust, casting a blurry, shimmering shadow on her body under the dim light above. In the center of the shadow was Gong Feihua's face, covered in dust and streaked with tears, her small mouth emitting whimpering moans, whether from pleasure or pain, I couldn't tell.

Her expression was dazed and helpless, her heart filled with rage, yet she was powerless to resist, powerless to change the fact that I had raped her. This made me very proud!

Gong Feihua cried out again as I fucked her. I withdrew my hand from the ground, grabbed a pair of dusty, fleshy legs covered in stockings, and shoved them into her mouth. The dark sole was forced into her red, rosy lips.

"Lick the stockings clean. If there's even a speck of dirt, you're dead!"

I commanded viciously.

Most of my foot was shoved into Gong Feihua's mouth, the tattered stockings revealing a section of her big toe, pushed deep into her throat. A large amount of saliva overflowed, and she coughed, spitting out a slurred white foam. I continued to press, and Gong Feihua pitifully watched as the dirty sole was almost entirely inside her mouth. She couldn't make a sound and could barely breathe.

"Lick!"

I shouted.

Gong Feihua struggled to stick out a sliver of her tongue between her foot and mouth, licking the black dirt off the stockings. The stockinged foot blocked her mouth, so she couldn't spit out the dirt she licked off and had to swallow it. Under her tyranny, she had no choice but to submit obediently. Her humiliation and submissiveness gave me a vengeful satisfaction.

While this pitiful woman was licking her soiled stockings, I was still brutally raping her, my penis thrusting in and out relentlessly, enslaving and raping her. If she showed the slightest resistance or refusal, I would beat her mercilessly!

I wantonly played with her body, I pinched her breasts and nipples hard, I pulled her hair and made her look down at her genitals being penetrated by me, I put my hand into her anus and then shoved it into her mouth, making her taste her own anus, I slapped her hard across the face at will, listening to her pitiful screams in the empty parking lot. In short, everything drove me mad, everything excited me, whether it was violence or sex. In this parking lot in the dead of night, I just nakedly raped Gong Feihua. This was my reckless revenge against her, this was the rage of a nobody!

I took turns penetrating Gong Feihua's two vaginal openings, enjoying myself immensely until I grew tired. My astonishing stamina prevented me from ejaculating for a long time. Gong Feihua was also exhausted. Previously, fear and pain had kept her silent; now, she was too weak to speak. She lay limply on the cold floor, letting me ravage her, her eyes closed, emitting weak breaths.

I pulled my penis out of Gong Feihua's anus, stood up, and continued to fuck her relentlessly in the same position. My legs were weak, and my penis was covered in thick, sticky secretions from her vaginal openings, a thin stream of unidentified liquid hanging from the tip.

Gong Feihua's anus, still raw from the brutal penetration, couldn't immediately recover. The yellowish-red flesh had collapsed inwards, forming a deep, dark cavity, a pitiful sight. But her two large breasts remained erect, gleaming alluringly in the dim light. The black dust that had previously clung to them left messy finger marks—the frenzied traces of my fondling of her breasts.

I sat on Gong Feihua's lower abdomen, grabbing my long penis and brushing aside a patch of her hair, saying, "Dead? Did I fuck you to death? Stop pretending, I haven't had enough! You think it's over? No, I'll play you to death tonight, play you to death! Trying to fight me is asking for it!"

I grabbed my penis and slapped Gong Feihua's face hard. The sound of the slaps echoed. Gong Feihua's face, which had been covered in red welts from my previous slaps, must have been in great pain from the hard blows of my penis. She woke up from her daze and saw that it was a large, thick penis slapping her. An expression of anger immediately appeared, but I didn't care at all. I swung my penis down, hitting her mouth and nose solidly one after another. She was in unbearable pain and shame.

I lifted her head, grabbed my penis, and shoved it up her chin. The hard, thick glans deformed her lips, making her scream. I pressed it against her nostrils, pressing her face hard until her nose was crooked, but I kept pushing. Her hot breath hit the glans; she must have smelled the mixture of fluids on my penis.

"How is it? Can you smell it? What does it smell like? This is what you smell like! A stench, understand? See? This is what I'm using to rape you. How does it feel? It must be pretty good, right? Tell me, tell me it tastes good, that you like it!"

I said with a sneer.

Gong Feihua's lips were tightly pressed together; she was stubbornly resisting my command. Without hesitation, I slapped her several more times, making her howl in pain. "Will you talk or not? Let's see if you'll talk! Let's see if you won't talk!"

"Don't hit me... I... oh... I... oh... I'll talk... don't hit me... I'll talk..."

After being raped by me for so long, Gong Feihua finally made a sound, the liquid accumulated in her throat making her voice choked.

"Hurry up!"

"It tastes very good, I... I... I like it!"

Gong Feihua read as I instructed.

"Louder! I can't hear you!"

"It tastes very good, I like it!"

Gong Feihua said with her eyes closed.

"What tastes good, what tastes good?"

I asked.

Gong Feihua remained silent for a long time, so I slapped her again. "Speak quickly, open your eyes and look at me!"

Gong Feihua opened her eyes, large tears streaming down her face, mixed with the black eyeshadow, making her eyes look somewhat terrifying. "I'll talk... I'll talk, fuck... fuck me..."

"What? I can't hear you, fuck? What fuck?"

"I'll talk... fuck me feels great."

She gritted her teeth.

"Anything else?"

I wasn't satisfied.

"Fuck me feels great, I like it!"

Gong Feihua held her breath and said it loudly.

"Say I feel great being fucked, I want to be fucked again, I want to be fucked again, please fuck me again, fuck me. Say it!"

Gong Feihua's answer gave me a vain pleasure, and my penis became very hard.

"I... I feel great being fucked, I want to be fucked again, I want to be fucked again, please fuck me again! Fuck me!"

Gong Feihua's tears welled up again.

A perverse urge surged within me; I was actually uncontrollably stimulated by this twisted question-and-answer game.

I threw my head back and laughed, feeling immense satisfaction.

"You still want me to fuck you, to fuck you, right?"

I looked at Gong Feihua with contempt.

Gong Feihua nodded.

"But I'm already tired of playing with you, what should I do?"

Gong Feihua became somewhat nervous; she didn't know what I was going to do.

"Is there anything else on your body I can play with?"

My gaze fell on Gong Feihua's large breasts.

Gong Feihua stared at me, extremely nervous.

I grabbed Gong Feihua's enormous breasts, vigorously kneading and squeezing her nipples and areolas, playing with them wantonly. Her nipples quickly hardened, my hands full of plump flesh, feeling wonderful to the touch. I pressed my glans against her two thick nipples, rubbing, teasing, and pressing them. The nipples were a deep, almost blackish red, with the opening of the mammary glands in the center. Their erect state resembled a penis. I forcefully pushed the hard nipples deep into my chest, the soft flesh surrounding my egg-sized glans completely enveloped by them. The hard nipples pressed against my urethral opening; even the slightest friction sent waves of unusual pleasure through me, incredibly stimulating.

I used my hands to clamp my long penis between her two large breasts, thrusting it back and forth in the deep cleavage. I had never engaged in breast sex with a woman before; today, I'd try it with this woman.

My penis moved in and out between her two mounds of flesh. Each time the glans retracted into the soft flesh, the smooth, delicate sensation surpassed the wet, slippery feeling of a vagina. Each time the glans emerged from the two mounds of white flesh, pressing against her neck, the stark contrast between the menacing, thick, dark penis and the snow-white breasts created a visual stimulation that provided a wonderful sensation that normal intercourse could not experience.

I squeezed her breasts tightly with both hands, increasing the amplitude of my thrusts. The glans repeatedly pressed against Gong Feihua's chin, each time causing her head to tilt back. To increase the stimulation, I continued thrusting while squeezing my penis, occasionally slapping her breasts hard. Gong Feihua's screams of pain from her breasts stimulated my penis to become even more erect. I loved the feeling of this violent breast sex. Watching Gong Feihua's breasts being ravaged, her face contorted in pain before my penis, a sense of conquest welled up within me, giving me the greatest pleasure and satisfaction.

"Use your hands to hold my penis between your breasts, squeeze it tight. If you don't satisfy me, you're dead!"

I commanded Gong Feihua again.

Under my lewd power, Gong Feihua had no choice but to press her large breasts together and squeeze my penis tightly. I continued thrusting, my penis going in and out. I grabbed Gong Feihua's hair and pulled her head up, saying viciously, "Lick it with your tongue, lick it! Be careful, if you dare to bite, you're dead tonight!"

Gong Feihua had lost the will to resist and obediently stuck out her pink tongue to lick the glans. A tingling sensation came over her. Oh, fucking good.

I picked up the Mitsubishi military knife that was thrown aside, lifted Gong Feihua's head, and stuck the Mitsubishi military knife into the side of her face to prevent her from doing anything out of line. The gleaming blade was inches away. Gong Feihua was terrified. She meticulously licked and teased the glans that emerged from between her breasts, occasionally cupping it with her lips and sucking hard. The combined stimulation of breast sex and oral sex made me pant heavily, experiencing wave after wave of intense pleasure. My

penis, deep in her cleavage, relentlessly enjoyed the pleasure of breast sex. Each time it emerged, it was caught by Gong Feihua's red lips, enjoying the warmth and moisture of her sucking. The soft flesh of her breasts and the round lips stimulated my penis, causing it to swell continuously. Soon, I couldn't hold back any longer. My penis reached ecstasy, a blissful state of complete absorption!

After a fierce thrust, my glans was firmly held in Gong Feihua's mouth, sucked tightly. The intense stimulation caused my penis to tremble and ejaculate violently. The reciprocating thrusting motion of my penis was powerful, and I felt a spasm throughout my body. My legs tensed up. I released the military knife and firmly grasped Gong Feihua's hands that were pressing against her breasts, squeezing my penis even tighter between her breasts. My penis was still in Gong Feihua's mouth, and a large amount of semen shot into her mouth. She was still sucking tightly. The tingling pleasure, along with the extreme ejaculation orgasm, made me tremble and almost suffocate. Waves of semen gushed out.

The rapid, powerful ejaculation left Gong Feihua pale-faced, her mouth overflowing with semen. The thick, dark red penis and her dark red lips were tightly joined, as if it had always been there. She stared intently at the point where the penis met her lips, a strange light suddenly appearing in her eyes. I was certain it wasn't hatred, but rather as if a ray of light had pierced through a dark door, letting in a riot of colors.

I had just performed oral sex on Gong Feihua, ejaculating inside the mouth of the woman I was taking revenge on, reaching the ultimate climax in the dead of night after I had indulged in extreme sadism and violence. Semen continued to gush out, incessantly, my penis convulsing powerfully, almost tearing its head apart. I ejaculated again and again, until a feeling of utter exhaustion washed over me from between my legs. When my penis could no longer ejaculate, I collapsed into Gong Feihua's soft, fleshy embrace, as if all the repression of so many years had been released in an instant, a feeling of utter relief.

Chapter 71 Living Together

Under the dual release of sex and violence, it would be impossible not to feel a sense of relief. Someone like me, easily found on the street, has been stuck at the bottom of society for far too long, harboring a sensitive resistance and rejection towards the so-called upper class. This self-rejection and impulse, accumulated day by day, has unconsciously been suppressed into the subconscious. The subconscious seeking balance is like molten lava flowing beneath the earth's crust; when it encounters a bottleneck, a sudden eruption is inevitable. Unfortunately, Gong Feihua ran into the line of fire; it seems this is the root of my actions tonight, the insults and abuse merely the fuse.

An argument escalating into a frenzied rape is unbelievable to both of us.

I propped myself up. Gong Feihua grabbed a pair of lace panties from the side and wiped the semen from her mouth, her eyes filled with hatred. She coughed, leaving saliva on the panties along with the liquid. Several napkins lay scattered on the ground, having fallen from her handbag earlier.

I was puzzled. Why would she use her underwear to wipe away the semen, ignoring the tissues beside her? Just as I was about to investigate further, she interrupted me with a single sentence.

"Get up! Do you think you can still do it?"

Gong Feihua said, her voice lacking the previous fear, replaced by an innate sense of superiority. A disdainful look shone through her, and she glanced contemptuously at my gradually softening penis.

I was furious, a surge of anger rising in my chest. I slapped her hard. Blood trickled from her mouth again, but this time she didn't cry out. Instead, she stubbornly turned her head back, glaring at me. I raised my hand to strike again, but she stubbornly craned her neck, staring at me without fear. Just as my hand was about to strike, I suddenly felt even angrier, realizing that violence couldn't subdue this woman.

Filled with a sense of extreme embarrassment and challenge, I abandoned the slap I was about to deliver. In my haste, I hardened my penis again and thrust it forcefully into Gong Feihua's vagina. The warm embrace of her soft flesh and the overflowing vaginal fluid made my penis even harder, and I rammed my long penis deep inside. Ever since Xue Xinxin gave me that "power-enhancing drug" at the hospital, I could almost fight continuously without fatigue—something Gong Feihua could never imagine.

I looked down at Gong Feihua, my gaze defiant, conveying the message: "I'm still capable. I can still fuck you, so what?"

Gong Feihua glared at me defiantly. I deliberately pushed my penis to the deepest part of her vagina with each thrust, making her body convulse, clearly conveying to her that I could fuck her, and that I was still fucking her right now.

We were both silent, neither of us speaking, our gazes seeming to want to devour each other. She remained stubbornly erect, and I defiantly challenged her; we were engaged in a battle where neither would yield. The sounds of thrusting, the gurgling of fluids, and the soft squelching echoed clearly in the quiet night—the sounds of intercourse, the sounds of Gong Feihua being fucked!

The penis pulled out long and then plunged back in, pulled out and plunged back in again. Gong Feihua silently endured it, neither crying nor screaming, but her clenched teeth revealed her suppressed anger, much like my own feeling of being unjustly accused and falsely accused.

Having sex with this mindset was strange; this strange feeling made my penis very hard, and Gong Feihua's vagina overflowed with fluid. I experienced an unprecedented and very different kind of stimulation.

The thrusting continued, the eye contact continued, neither of us spoke, as if speaking would ruin this strange sexual intercourse. We silently felt each thrust, each pulsation of pleasure in our genitals. I felt my penis being tightly enveloped by a fleshy ring, rhythmic contractions emanating from deep within her vagina, one after another. Gong Feihua climaxed. No matter how much she tried not to make a sound, a groan escaped her throat, and coupled with her angry gaze, it was clearly an angry climax, a strange climax!

A surge of scalding heat from deep within my vagina swept over me, enveloping my still-thrusting penis. The burning sensation from the hot fluid entered through the urethral opening and quickly spread throughout the entire penis. My penis throbbed rapidly, and I could almost hear the sound of fluid being pumped through the vas deferens. I ejaculated, the semen flowing out rapidly and gushing out, eagerly merging with the scalding heat. The rhythmic contractions of my vaginal muscles gripped and sucked at the glans, tightly holding it and pulling it deeper into the vagina. With each powerful backward thrust of my penis, I could not escape the strong embrace of the vaginal muscles, and only the semen continued to spurt out.

Her vagina was tightly squeezing out every drop of semen from my penis, and I struggled to thrust in, all the way in, until I couldn't go any further. I still tried to penetrate deeper, to get my penis all the way in. Our hard pelvis pressed together, her pubic hair snagging, my long penis completely exposed, her soft flesh tightly enveloping me, the chaotic heat coursing through me. A violent, exciting orgasm surged through my brain, and I released all the semen that had accumulated in my scrotum into her vagina.

When I withdrew my penis, the white semen, hot and flowing, came out, flowing out of Gong Feihua's still rhythmically contracting vagina. My penis was covered in fluid, still steaming. It was cold outside, so I quickly wiped it clean with a tissue, picked up my Mitsubishi dagger and underwear, and fled the scene in a panic, not daring to look at Gong Feihua lying on the ground again.

In many scripts, a rape might end there. If the perpetrator is truly depraved, a rape followed by murder might follow. But for me, after the anger and the act of committing the crime, I was still filled with utter horror. My hasty escape proved my lack of professionalism; I even skipped the usual stern warning. Especially, no matter how much I suppressed it, a pang of regret stirred within me. Damn, rape is a crime someone as psychologically fragile as me shouldn't commit.

If I had run away that night, the next day might have brought unimaginable disaster. Someone like Gong Feihua wouldn't have given up so easily. As I started the car and was about to flee the parking lot, the roar of the engine brought me back to reality. The image of Gong Feihua wiping away the semen with her underwear, and the semen flowing from her vagina, flashed repeatedly through my mind—evidence of my rape. The thought of that evidence suddenly made everything clear. Gong Feihua's act of using her underwear instead of tissues to wipe her genitals made me hesitate for a full minute, unsure of my suspicions. But with Gong Feihua, a seasoned veteran of the sex industry, any carelessness on my part could lead to her accusations.

I had to be careful no matter what!

I turned off the engine, grabbed the knife, and chased after her. I forcefully pressed down on the closing elevator doors and rushed in. Gong Feihua, still shaken, looked utterly astonished. I grabbed her, raised the military knife in my hand, and said with a fierce glint in my eyes, "Give it to me!

" Gong Feihua's legs went weak, and she was about to collapse to the ground, saying in a panic, "Don't kill me, don't kill me... I was wrong, I won't do it again... Please, don't kill me, don't kill me!" The elevator went up; this was not the place to force myself on Gong Feihua.

The elevator reached the floor and stopped. I forced Gong Feihua to open her apartment door, pushed her inside, closed the door, and turned on the lights. Gong Feihua trembled, her face filled with terror. "Don't kill me, don't kill me... I won't do it again, I really won't... It's not what you think, I... I just wanted to scare you, to get revenge later, I didn't really want to call the police!" "Shut up!" I touched Gong Feihua's genitals. She wasn't wearing underwear, and the semen from before was still there. "Where is it? Give it to me!" I smeared the semen on my hands onto her skirt.

Gong Feihua's hands trembled as she opened her handbag, and everything fell out, including her white lace panties. I picked them up. The white panties were soaked with semen. I pushed Gong Feihua into the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, lit it, and threw the panties on it. The flames burned them.

I burned one piece of evidence of rape, but the evidence left in Gong Feihua's vagina is a problem for me. I know that even washing it with water won't clean it completely, and killing her won't work either. What should I do? What should I do? Gong Feihua finally provoked me and asked me to have sex with her vagina again. Now it seems that she had planned this all along. The semen left on her underwear and the semen left in her vagina are two pieces of irrefutable evidence. Either one of them is enough to ruin me. She is a cunning and treacherous old crow.

It seems I'll have to stay with this woman for the next few days. I once read a pornographic novel that said a man's semen can survive in a woman's vagina for about three days before disappearing. I don't know if that's true or not, but it seems this is the only way now; only time can clear this evidence.

Next, I took a series of measures: I took Gong Feihua's SIM card, broke it, and threw it in the toilet; I cut all the phone lines in the room, smashed the phone, locked the door from the inside, and kept the key on my person. Ever since I burned my underwear, Gong Feihua knew what I was doing. She's a smart woman; she knows I'm trying to escape punishment, and killing her now wouldn't help, so she wasn't as afraid as before. She curled up on the sofa in the living room, coldly watching everything I did.

I disposed of everything in the bedroom and study that connected me to the outside world, including the computer and iPad. I went to the living room without speaking. Gong Feihua was still looking at me coldly, her arms wrapped around her legs, her chin resting on her knees. She was still wearing that long green dress. The room was warm enough that I didn't feel cold even though I was only wearing white underwear.

Suddenly, I pounced on Gong Feihua and knocked her onto the sofa. She screamed, "You...you beast, you...you dare...I...I..." I covered her mouth to stop her from making a sound. Ignoring her struggles, I took off her dress, her bra, and even her two tattered stockings. After I was done, I released her, pointed at her with one finger, and said, "Stop screaming, or I won't be polite!" I took off my own underwear and burned all the clothes that Gong Feihua had taken off in the kitchen.

Back in the living room, Gong Feihua sat naked on the sofa, her eyes blazing with anger. I, too, lay naked, staring back at her. I knew that even without an erection, my penis was impressively long and thick. I walked over, and Gong Feihua visibly trembled. I sat down opposite her.

"Don't be afraid. I've already taken my revenge. I won't hurt you again. As long as you cooperate and get through these next few days, everything will be fine. If you don't cooperate, you know what the consequences will be. I'm just a worthless life; nothing is irreplaceable." My voice was low, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

"You're a smart person. I'll only say this once. As long as you cooperate, nothing will happen. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite. It's a fight to the death! I mean what I say!" Gong Feihua kept her head down and remained silent.

"Did you hear me or not?" I asked.

She raised her head, but turned her face away, clearly ignoring my words. Even at this point, the woman still didn't understand what was going on, and my anger flared up immediately. I rushed over to her, grabbed her hair, and turned her head around. She grabbed my hand and cried out, "Ouch...ouch...it hurts, you...you're hurting me!" "Did you hear what I just said?" I ignored her cries of pain and continued to ask her.

"You...ouch...you...let go, I heard you, I'll cooperate, okay?...ouch, it hurts...let go, let go..." Gong Feihua cried out repeatedly.

She raised her head to look at me, but her upward gaze first fell on my long, heavy penis hanging between my legs. This sudden, unintentional encounter with my genitals made her expression very strange, quite interesting. This was the penis that had raped her tonight, and now it was so close to her, so close that I believe she could smell the lingering scent of her genitals on it.

I was somewhat pleased with my handiwork, but deep down I felt this woman was still not going to give in. I was exhausted after a whole night of this, so I abandoned the idea of dealing with her again.

I released her hair, grabbed her arm, and hoisted her onto my shoulder. Ignoring her screams and struggles, I carried her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. Before she could even react, I grabbed one of her hands and pinned it against a pillar of the openwork copper bed. I reached into a wardrobe and opened several drawers, finding a pair of flesh-colored stockings. I used one of the stockings to tie her hand to the pillar, and then used the other to tie her other hand.

Gong Feihua was making incoherent noises and kicking her legs, but I ignored her. I found another pair of black stockings, grabbed her chin, and tried to gag her. She cried out, "Ah...stop...I won't yell anymore, please don't gag me..." I glanced at her, then used the two black stockings to tie her feet to the two bedposts below. I covered her with a silk quilt, then found another blanket in the closet, spread it out on a long sofa in the bedroom, covered myself with it, turned off the light, and lay down to sleep.

In the darkness, Gong Feihua said, "I...I want to take a bath!" I was too lazy to pay attention to her. The dark night made the room so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.

"I want to take a bath. Can you sleep without taking a bath? Only cows sleep without taking a bath. Are you a cow?" Gong Feihua said again.

I half-pushed out of bed and snapped at her, "Shut up! I'm going to sleep. If you say another word, I'll do it to you again! You can wash tomorrow." Then I crawled back under the covers. Gong Feihua said in the darkness, "I need to use the bathroom." "Go to the bathroom on the bed!" "You…" I heard her grit her teeth.

"Do you snore?" "Sometimes, when I'm too tired." "If you snore, what am I supposed to do?!" "Whatever!" "Are you hungry? I'm hungry, I want to eat something, otherwise I can't sleep!" "That's your problem, I'm not hungry!" "The cake is in the kitchen cupboard, I just bought it today." I didn't answer her.

"It's a H?agen-Dazs cake, it's delicious, I'm starving!" I covered my head and tried to sleep.

"I'm really hungry!" "Are you ever going to stop?!" I jumped up, startling Gong Feihua on the bed.

I wanted to say something, but I kept quiet. I wrapped the blanket around myself, went to the kitchen, found the cake, put it on a small plate, grabbed a small spoon, went back to the bedroom, turned on the bedside lamp, and held the cake to her lips. She looked at the cake, then tugged at her hands, which were bound by stockings, and glanced at me, as if to say, "You decide what to do."

I had no choice but to pick up the small spoon and feed her spoonful by spoonful. Damn, this was the first time in my life I'd ever fed a woman like this.

As I fed her, I took a closer look at Gong Feihua's face, which I had beaten so badly. The handprints were very clear, and the wounds on the corners of her mouth looked like they had just scabbed over. Every time she ate the cake, it would aggravate the wounds, causing her to look pained. I really didn't know how I could have done that.

After feeding her the cake, I found a towel, filled a basin with hot water, and applied it to Gong Feihua's face to warm it. I wiped the dust off her forehead, but I couldn't remove the dirt from her hair. Gong Feihua looked at me silently. Neither of us spoke. I poured out the water, went back to the sofa, lay down, and went to sleep.

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