The young woman said she wanted to be on top.

“This could cause me a lot of trouble,” the messenger said, then tightened his tie and put on his suit.

“I have to get back to my office. I’ve been having a good time with you for a day and a night, and I hope no one has noticed my whereabouts.
This kind of disgraceful thing will only delay our business.”

O’Lingya smiled and curled up on the bed like a cat.

“What’s the rush? We can stay another day.”

“I know you want to be the organization’s first female member.”

“Yes, of course; but…”

“Then you must accept today’s task.”

He opened his briefcase and took out a card.

“So far, your performance has been satisfactory, Miss O’Lingya. I admire your
enthusiasm. But the organization has set some challenging tasks for you to complete to test your abilities.”

He handed the card to O’Lingya, who read it with interest: “Today, you must use both your sex
appeal and your daring,” the card continued, “You must take a porcelain statue to the St. Mary’s
Museum and sell it to the museum’s owner. You must do everything you can to persuade him.”

O’Lingya smiled at the messenger.

“This challenge isn’t too difficult,” she declared. “I’m a shrewd, experienced saleswoman. I can
sell art to anyone as long as it’s worth buying.”

The messenger raised his hand to restrain her.

“That’s for sure,” he agreed. “You’re a very experienced saleswoman, and
what you’re selling is a masterpiece, I dare say, the only masterpiece. But there are two basic facts to remember.
First , this porcelain figure has explicit erotic content. Second, the St. Mary’s Art Gallery only buys and exhibits
religious works, and the owner, Mr. Testy, is a Christian clergyman.”

After breakfast and a short shopping trip, Ollina arrived at Josh’s studio, where she found him busy
preparing the paintings for shipment to England.

“Do you think I should send these paintings, or some of them, over? I really don’t know which ones should go to
the exhibition . Sometimes I think none of them are good, and I should burn them all! What should I do,
Ollina?” He raised his hands in frustration and then slammed them heavily on the old sofa.

O'Lingya looked at the utterly dejected Josh and laughed. "Our painters have similar problems to you;
most of them struggle to find even half a dozen paintings to exhibit. Yet you have dozens! You know
, a painter I know once threw his entire year's worth of work out the window and burned
it all !"

She kissed Josh gently, sat on his lap, and stroked his golden, wavy hair.

"Isn't there any way to calm you down?"

"Well…" he smiled slyly, then returned her kiss, placing his painterly hands on her pale
blue miniskirt. "I take your suggestion."

O'Lingya removed her silk vest, and Josh pounced on her, kissing her bare breasts and
caressing her hips.

His passion was exactly what she needed; she slumped into his arms, an indescribable feeling overflowing
within her. Josh was different; if he left her for London, she would miss him terribly. But
now, she didn't want to think about tomorrow; she only wanted to immerse herself in the joy of the moment. He was so young, so strong, and
so passionate. She laughed with delight as he carried her into his small bedroom.

The sheets were dirty and wrinkled, but O'Lingya didn't care. All she wanted to feel was the young man's
fiery passion. As he kissed her, she took off his shirt, and he pulled off his jeans,
eager to make love to her.

He wanted to press himself against her, to enter her without any foreplay, but O'Lingya rolled him
off.

"That would feel even better... for both of us."

"But I want you now, O'Lingya. I want you so much."

"I want you too, Josh. But I don't just want you like that time at the Rodolphe
coffee shop . I want you to stimulate me slowly, Josh. Real love, touch here, touch here."

She took his hand, guiding him.

"Kiss me here, Josh, get me excited."

He lay on top of her, parting her labia with his soft fingers. He extended his tongue, hesitated at first,
then kissed her passionately. As he licked her, her fingers entwined tightly in his hair, then
slid heavily down his smooth back, leaving red finger marks.

"Darling," she whispered. "My dear Josh."

And then it all happened. She felt her vagina open wide, like an orchid that blooms only
once .

"I'm getting excited!" she cried.

She rolled over and straddled him, much to his amusement. She pulled out his beautiful, erect
penis and inserted it into her wet, warm body, and he let out a cry of pain.

...

Finally, they lay wearily on Josh's bed, listening to each other's breathing and the noise of the street
.

"I have to go soon," O'Lingya said, stroking Josh's ear. “You
know … I have business.”

“No, don’t say that. Why can’t you stay here, baby? Why did you leave me?”

“Just because I have something very important to do.”

“So you think I’m not important?”

“Of course you are important, but…”

“Then stay here, Eulenya. I want to make love to you one more time.”

She told herself she had to be cruel, and then silently kissed him. She slid off the bed and began to dress.
How she wanted to tell him her secret, how she wanted to ask for his help. But she still couldn’t tell him
why she had come to Paris.

Eulenya turned a corner onto Rue Keller, passing a row of luxurious shops. The porcelain statue
was much heavier than she had expected; she gripped the box containing the porcelain tightly, trying not to think about the terrible consequences of it falling into the street.

The Sainte-Marie Museum was between a high-end fashion boutique and a religious bookstore, and
as , Eulenya’s heart sank. She glanced at it and, sure enough, it confirmed what the messenger had said:
every item displayed in the window was religious in nature; she saw images of religious idols and other religious items.
There was a sculpture, and a Christian rosary. Why would Mr. Testi want a porcelain sculpture?

However, a challenge was still a challenge, and O'Lingya guessed he must have his own purpose. Perhaps once she
entered this private art gallery, everything would become clear.

She rang the doorbell, and an old woman's voice came through the buzzer, "Who is this?"

"Miss O'Lingya," O'Lingya replied. "I have a very fine piece of porcelain I'd like your husband
to see ."

The buzzer sounded, and O'Lingya pushed open the door and went inside. The room was antique. A
woman dressed in a dark brown dress emerged from the shadows.

"Miss?"

"I want to see Mr. Testi. I have something I'd like to show him."

"Sir is a busy man; perhaps you could let me see that thing...?"

O'Lingya clutched the box tightly; she couldn't possibly hand over her "Victorious Venus" to this
rigid old woman.

“Oh…no, thank you, madam. Only the master can see it; it’s very important. I
’ve brought it with me all this way from London, you know.”

“Very well. I’ll ask him for you, but I can’t guarantee he’ll agree to see you.”

O’Lingya breathed a sigh of relief. The old woman didn’t insist on seeing the object anymore and shuffled into a room at the back
. Five minutes later, she returned with a tall, middle-aged priest with jet-black curly hair and
horn -rimmed spectacles. The old woman walked away obsequiously, disappearing into the back room and
quietly closing the door behind her.

“I believe you have something you’d like me to see, miss?”

O’Lingya swallowed hard.

“I…it’s…yes, a porcelain figurine. That is to say, a rather interesting,
little-known piece from the Maison porcelain factory.”

She opened the box, brushed away the scraps of paper, and took out the porcelain figurine, which sat on a gleaming red hardwood base
. Immediately, she froze, embarrassed. How could she be so stupid as to bring such an obscene object
to this religious art museum?

She placed the porcelain sculpture on the table and stepped back. Undoubtedly, the porcelain sculpture was extremely obscene, depicting
a scene of a naked man kneeling before a naked woman, licking her
genitals. Simultaneously, a fierce woman stood behind the man, holding a whip ready to strike his already bloodstained
back.

The gentleman stared at the sculpture in astonishment, a tense silence falling as Ou Lingya considered
how to handle the situation.

"Hmm… oh." He took off his glasses, wiped them on his sleeve, and then looked at
Ou Lingya . "But, Miss, what makes you think I would like to see such… sculptures? I believe you can see
this is a religious art museum."

Ou Lingya stammered, yet she wasn't about to back down.

"I've heard you have some personal hobbies."

This sentence seemed like a hidden arrow, but it provoked an intriguing reaction.

“I understand.” He glanced furtively behind him and opened the door to a room at the back.
Then he walked to the front door, looked outside, turned back, and pointed to the “treasure” on the table, saying, “This
is not the kind of work I usually think is suitable for our collection, yet it is an exception. Perhaps we should
talk privately. Please come with me; I have some personal collections in the basement downstairs.”

He switched on a wall lamp, and Olinga saw a staircase winding down to the basement. She immediately realized
what was happening, but she warned herself to be careful. Confidently, she took her first step and followed Mr.
Testi into the darkness.

They passed through several doors and arrived at the basement. Only when all the doors were closed did the priest
turn on the light. Suddenly, a thought flashed through Olinga’s mind: by choosing this place, the priest
could easily imprison her here, letting her admire this Mason Factory sculpture alone, and no one would know what
had happened —except, of course, the Great Love Demon Organization.

"Please place this 'Living Man' painting on the table; I want to study it carefully."

Eurynja obeyed his instructions, and the priest examined it for a long time with a magnifying glass. But Eurynja didn't
look at him; she was surveying the basement, which seemed to hold some secret. A row of glass
cases , their fronts concealed by blue velvet curtains.

"This work is truly magnificent," the priest said, looking at the sculpture, taking out his magnifying glass. "And it
's so subtly crafted. Look how meticulously the bloodstains on this man's back are sculpted—it's a successful detail.
But such a non-religious work… I don't know if you've considered its appeal to someone,
like me."

Eurynja didn't answer, turning to the row of cases hidden in the shadows.

"No, Miss, I won't allow you to look at it!"

But she wouldn't listen, pulling back the curtain to reveal the first case. Inside lay
a long leather whip, speckled with dried blood. Eurynja immediately realized it was dried blood. She turned
and glanced at Mr. Testy with a questioning look. He stood beside her.

“This was used by Royala himself, Miss Olynya. The whip is stained with his own sacred blood. Isn’t it a wondrous sight? Isn’t it a powerful warning
to a sinner standing before it ?” He led her to a lower chest. “These arrows were used to torture Agnes’s body. You understand, miss, there is no repentance . To be punished, one must first sin. If we wish to experience the unparalleled pleasure of asceticism, then we must first sin.” “But, isn’t that…?” “Oh, miss. I obey Rasputin’s sacred will.” She stared at his eyes in alarm; she saw madness and obsession. Could she not escape? He took the whip from the chest, stroking it with his long, artist’s fingers, while staring intently at the porcelain miniature “Victorious Venus,” as if yearning for something. Olynya struggled to remain calm. She was sent here by the organization to conquer , not to succumb to the scheming of this inexplicable priest. Whatever happens, she will not accept the punishment of this whip.

Suddenly, she snatched the whip from his hand, the handle fitting surprisingly snugly in her grasp. She
triumphantly cracked the whip, making a loud "crack, crack" sound.

Mr. Testy glared at her, standing motionless, as if nailed to the spot. O'Lingya seized
the opportunity, preparing for her performance.

"Sinner!" she cried. "Kneel down, you pathetic, sinful, shameless scoundrel. I want to
see you crawl on the ground, I want to hear you beg for forgiveness."

With a sob that was both sorrowful and joyful, the priest fell to his knees with a thud.

"I said, lie down!" O'Lingya commanded. "Prostrate yourself, like a filthy sinner
. I want to see the filth in your mouth."

The priest lay prostrate on the ground, and O'Lingya brutally lashed his shoulders with the whip, his face buried in the earth.

"Now crawl, sinner! Crawl on the ground!"

The priest dared not disobey her command. He groaned and began to writhe laboriously on the dirty, damp floor.
He crawled while enduring O'Lingya's whipping.

One circle, two circles, she made him crawl around the basement until finally she herself grew tired of the game and
stopped. She decided to give him a new punishment.

In the very center of the basement stood a tablet for prayer. The kneeling mat was no ordinary
mat; it was studded with two rows of nails. Hanging from the crossbar at the top of the tablet was a heavy pair of chained shackles
.

Now, all of this was before their eyes, and even more dramatically, the key to unlock the shackles was
on the shackles!

"Crawl to the mat. You must accept your punishment for the sinful desires in your heart. What
else can ?"

The unfortunate priest obeyed her command, his desire outweighing his pain. Olinga
directed
him with great interest . He crawled onto the mat, and she pulled him up, ordering him to kneel on the two rows of nails. She knew the nails beneath his knees didn't feel good to him, and this seemed to arouse her as well. She had never before so dominated
a man's pain and pleasure.

She put shackles on the priest's wrists and locked them. He offered no resistance, and clearly, Olinga's
suspicion that he had harbored evil intentions was entirely correct. He was willing to accept this punishment; he was a very lustful man,
and he didn't want to stop committing this sin that could be redeemed through punishment. Very well, Olinga didn't want to disappoint him either.

She stepped back and stared long, sternly at her victim. He looked extremely uncomfortable, even somewhat
embarrassed, but there was no sign of extreme pain. She gazed deeply into his eyes, and she saw only a hint
of lust , a desire eager to be satisfied. Well then, suffering must be endured before desire is satisfied; only through
the torment of hell can one receive God's forgiveness.

In another glass case lay a gleaming dagger. Olinga used it to cut open his clothes
and ruthlessly traced his skin with the tip of the knife, believing Mr. Testy saw and felt it all.
But Olinga still controlled him, reveling in every pleasure brought by her power.

With the final cut, she tore open the last seam of his robe, and Olinga saw that the priest was wearing a cotton
shirt underneath, which she removed. She realized that if she wanted to arouse and enslave him, she would have to use her brain more.

She rubbed the whip against him, arousing his pain and desire, and she tormented him mercilessly.
With each rub of the whip, his penis grew more and more erect, as if begging her.

"First comes the sin, then the suffering for forgiveness," Olinga said urgently.

"Have pity on me!" the priest's voice had changed, no longer so strong, he was almost
groaning .

Olinga looked at this guilty hypocrite with disdain.

"I will not pity you," she cried. “I’ll see just how deep your sins are.”

She took off her jacket and draped it over the back of a clean chair, her gaze lingering on the porcelain sculpture on the table.
A serious collector, Mr. Testy, Ollinga thought, so meticulous about his collection that he
even wanted to ensure none of them were damaged. In the basement, the air conditioner hummed,
providing excellent air for the art treasures.

“Victorious Venus” shone like fire. Ollinga seemed to see “her”
repeatedly rubbing “his” bleeding back with the tip of a whip. “His” eyes were filled with a strange pain and
desire, “he” pressed his lips against “her” genitals, “she” shuddered, letting “his” tongue explore
“her” most mysterious place. Ollinga fantasized about this scene and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

An idea slowly formed in her mind, and she continued to undress. The priest groaned in pain as
her beautiful body was gradually revealed to him. He struggled to reach out and touch her golden
skin; but he was bound by shackles, her captive, a helpless captive tormented
by lust .

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time. There seemed to be a dozen buttons. The semi-transparent
blouse clung tightly to her body, just like her skin. The blouse was undone, and her upper body
was .

"My goddess..." Mr. Testy groaned.

"Silence!"

she stopped him with her whip, which lashed his shoulder, not too hard, but enough to startle and
shake . He stared at her, angry, anxious, and fearful.

"Silence? Do you understand? I won't say a word, no matter what I do, no matter how
painful . Or it will be you who makes the sound, not me."

She took off her blouse, folded it neatly, and placed it on the back of the chair. A surge of excitement coursed through her
body, tormenting the helpless man as well. He waited like a dog for his desire to be satisfied.

Then, she unhooked her bra, revealing her full, firm, brown breasts.
She wondered how he would react if he saw her equally brown belly and hips, and smiled quietly at the thought.

She unbuttoned her light blue miniskirt and unzipped it. She wiggled her hips, freeing
the tight miniskirt from her shapely hips, then folded it and placed it on the chair back.

Now she was only wearing shorts, shoes, and stockings. She walked to the cushion, standing
a few inches away from it, just out of his reach. He struggled, yearning to touch her, kiss her, and love her.
He stroked her; but she wouldn't let him have his way, she liked the feeling.

"Spare me," he pleaded.

"No!"

The whip lashed his naked body again, this time, his shoulders and back were red. He let out
a long groan, closing his eyes in pain, but his penis remained erect and shiny, and Eurynja
couldn't resist kissing it.

In fact, she was tormenting herself as she did so. To complete her task, she had to keep
teasing him.

Finally, she moved forward a few steps so that her lower abdomen could press against Testi's face. Then she
reached for her shorts and slowly pulled them down, revealing smooth, light brown skin.

She kicked off the shorts and pressed her wet vulva against the priest's face. The priest opened his eyes,
glanced at her, and Eurynja was surprised to find that he was crying. Large tears dripped from his cheeks, all of it
sinful, yet so alluring.

O'Lingya bent down, lifting his chin so he could look into her angry green eyes.

"Kiss me, tease me," she commanded. "Let me see how you commit a crime. You'd better be
serious ," she added, "or your punishment will be even harsher."

She pressed her vulva against Testi's face, then parted her labia with her hands to let his tongue in. He
did as she asked , so eagerly, so thirstily.

He was skilled, a natural at the art of lovemaking. She was excited, but she had to force
herself to remain calm.

"Oh, oh... no! Hurry! You poor wretch. Be careful I skin you alive!"

He obeyed her every command like a little boy. He was pleasing this young and beautiful "
teacher ," who had led him into a completely new world he had never been to before...

O'Lingya was almost unbearably tormented by desire. She wanted to scream, to sing, to cry, but she had to
enjoy it all quietly, just like him.

"Deeper, faster. I command you!"

Testi's tongue licked her even more frantically. She knew she could no longer control herself, so she
clenched her teeth to keep from crying out. Eurydine watched the crazed Testi with forced composure, a wave of pleasure
washing over her, making her dizzy.

As the pleasure subsided, she looked down and saw Testi staring intently at her, craving her.

She moved away, her secretions still clinging to his chin.

"You filthy bastard!" she yelled, then picked up the whip and lashed his shoulders. "Is this how you repent
? I'll show you what real repentance is." She crouched down, bringing her face close to his.
His forehead was covered in sweat, his hair soaked and drooping in clumps. "You say you're
guilty ? You bastard!"

"Yes, I am guilty, miss."

"What crime have you committed? Confess to me, you bastard!"

"I...I committed adultery, I had wicked thoughts, I deserve punishment."

"Then how shall we punish you? What kind of repentance should you undergo?" She hardly
needed to , because she already knew how he would answer.

He lowered his head, and she saw him trembling. He answered her in a hoarse voice, his voice filled with fear and trepidation: "I will endure physical torture. This is God's punishment for me, and it is what I deserve. You must torture the sinful part of
my body to purify it through pain and humiliation." A smug, cold smile appeared on her lips. So, this priest who liked to collect art was indeed a hypocrite, she was right. Well, she would satisfy him, after all, he had brought her physical pleasure. She walked behind him, raised the whip, and this time, she used all her strength to lash his bare back hard . He screamed in pain, but Oulingya sternly stopped him. He bit his hand tightly, enduring the agony, which also brought him pleasure. The whip lashed him again and again, and Oulingya grew increasingly excited. She brandished the whip with one hand, while the other hand rubbed her genitals between her legs, reaching another peak of pleasure. Testy writhed in agony, becoming more and more agitated. Oulingya saw his erect penis yearning for her, and she began to whip his buttocks, the whip tip, waving like a snake, slipping between his thighs and touching his genitals. "Surrender to the pain!" Finally, Testy was tortured to the extreme, and he couldn't help but howl in agony as a long stream of white semen spurted from the tip of his penis, forming a small, milky puddle on the ground. All of this pleased Oulingya ; she was pleasing herself, reaching another peak of pleasure. She looked down at Testy, who knelt slumped on the cushion, trembling and suffering through the days. After a long while, he opened his eyes. "Now you can let me go, miss, you should rest a bit too," Ollinga chuckled. "Not so soon, Mr. Testy. There's one more thing, about the 'Victorious Venus.' I really want to see it displayed in the window of the St. Mary's Art Gallery." "But we're a gallery of religious art, miss. I can't do that. Perhaps I could buy it for my private collection, but not for the gallery! No! That's unacceptable !" "What a pity!" Ollinga sighed. "I thought you were a reasonable man. Now it seems I have to resort to other methods." She turned to the basement door and said, "Come in now, Josh Mu!" The door opened, and a man's profile appeared in the doorway. Once, twice, a dazzling flash of light went off twelve times in one go. “Mr. Josh is an excellent photographer,” Olga explained with a smile. “I believe these photos will be enlarged. Of course, newspapers and magazines will also be interested in publishing this series of photos about the private life of a Christian priest.” “No, Miss, you can’t do that!” “Oh, but I can, sir. And I will do it if you don’t agree to immediately buy ‘The Victorious Venus’ and display it in the window of the St. Mary’s Museum. Sir, make this…”

The choice is too simple. You either put yourself in a little difficult position, or you make a complete fool of yourself.

A brief silence followed.

"Very well, Miss," he said, "I have no choice but to accept your request. You are a very
persuasive person. But you must promise... the photographs and negatives..."

"They will be returned to you as soon as you exhibit the porcelain sculptures," O'Lingya promised. "I keep my word
, and so does Josh."

She nodded to Josh, who withdrew. O'Lingya heard his footsteps disappear outside the door until
she could no longer hear them. She resented Gao and him for helping her because she had told him to just listen to her and not reveal her
whereabouts .

She released the priest and watched him hastily put on a black robe.

"I will be back this afternoon, sir," O'Lingya said as she dressed, then turned
to leave. "If I were you, I would do as you say. Of course, if you don't, I won't
force , and you'll have to bear the consequences."

With that, she lifted her foot and disappeared into the corridor leading to the showroom, leaving behind the punished Mr.
Testy .

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