[Urban] Fallen Police (Complete) - 10-12

Fifteen minutes later, Xiao Wang from the police

station parked the station's best 2020 Beijing Jeep in front of the Tiannan Hotel. After watching Xiao Wang leave in a taxi, Pigeon and I got into the car one after the other. The Jeep sped along the long street at night, just like my mood at that moment. I turned on the stereo and said with a smile, "Sorry, this old car is not as comfortable as your little car."

Pigeon looked at the glassless car window and laughed, "Not bad, if you take off the canopy, it will be as comfortable as a convertible."

We both laughed.

The song "Don't Be Afraid I'll Hurt You" on the stereo sounded completely devoid of its usual sadness. I drove while keeping an eye on Pigeon. She looked at the night view outside, her expression indescribably cheerful. Her beautiful long hair danced lightly in the wind, as charming as a night elf. A long-lost yet strangely familiar feeling welled up inside me. Passion burned within me, and without realizing it, I drove the jeep incredibly fast, like a white lightning bolt cutting through the brightly lit, bustling streets. The surrounding lights gradually thinned, and the road ahead seemed strangely desolate, with only the car's bright headlights piercing two paths of light in the darkness. I teased Pigeon, "Pigeon, it's so dark here, aren't you afraid I'll sell you?"

Pigeon laughed, "Yes, I'm so scared!"

With that, the car drove into the park's mountain road. I introduced the park to Pigeon, saying, "This is the most scenic park in the city, over 600 meters above sea level, surrounded by beautiful forests. The observatory at the top offers panoramic views of most of the city, making it a must-see for tourists."

Pigeon said, "I didn't expect to find such a free and competent guide. Not bad at all."

I shook my head, "Hmm. A real man doesn't argue with a woman."

Pigeon also shook her head, "Sigh, a woman doesn't argue with a real man."

A sweet and cheerful atmosphere filled the small car as we chatted.

The straight-line distance to the observatory was short, but the winding mountain road took about twenty minutes to drive. The mountain wind howled in the darkness, adding a unique charm. I drove carefully, my eyes constantly glancing at the beautiful woman beside me. Are all men like me? When he genuinely considers a woman a friend, he often overlooks all her feminine qualities and allure, setting aside or even transcending the feelings of friendship. I often sigh with regret for not noticing such a captivating beauty for so long. Just like my feelings right now. My gaze kept drifting to Pigeon's full breasts and delicate figure, and I could almost picture her adorable little mouth, so close to my cheek, in the café just moments before. Without even thinking, I could feel that something was destined to happen between Pigeon and me tonight, and thinking of this, my heart trembled slightly with anticipation and longing. Pigeon seemed to sense this too, curling up slightly in the mountain breeze as if she were feeling the chill. The blush on her fair, jade-like face never faded.

Pigeon and I stood side by side by the jade railing of the observatory. The lush trees nearby rustled in the mountain wind, and the brightly lit city in the distance shone like the most beautiful jewels in a myth against the dark sky.

"So beautiful!"

Pigeon murmured, her eyes shining brightly like stars in the night.

The pigeon was immersed in the beautiful night scene, but I was immersed in her beauty. Her slender, graceful body, her strikingly beautiful face, her ample breasts seemingly about to burst from her clothes, her high, rounded buttocks—she was undeniably a beauty that would make any man's heart flutter. A blazing flame quietly burned within me.

On the ancient, spacious observatory, only the faint light of the stars shone, and only the lonely whisper of the wind sang. It seemed as if only the pigeon and I, a man and a woman, existed in the world. In this environment, in this atmosphere, my heart seemed to be sweetly intoxicated.

The pigeon's delicate body trembled slightly in the night breeze. "Are you cold?"

Before the pigeon could answer, I took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The pigeon didn't refuse my kindness, but simply glanced at me tenderly. Her eyes, more enchanting than starlight, were so gentle that I seemed to be completely captivated by that tender gaze, and everything around me became warm and peaceful.

The pigeon looked up at the starry sky and said wistfully, "Look, those stars are so beautiful."

I followed her gaze to the dazzling night sky. Millions of twinkling stars adorned the vast expanse of the heavens. The boundless grandeur made one feel insignificant, and the magnificent scenery seemed to tell the eternal mystery of the universe. I sighed, "Looking at such a spectacular sight, and thinking that they have existed since the birth of the universe, while human life is only a few decades, all my dissatisfaction and resentment disappear."

The pigeon glanced at me and said, "I don't think that much. It's just that whenever I see such a beautiful night sky, I feel very relaxed and peaceful."

She paused and added, "It's a pity that it's hard to see such a beautiful night sky living in a big city."

I deeply agreed, saying, "Yes, the pollution in big cities is too severe. When I lived in the countryside, I didn't need to go up the mountain; I could see beautiful stars anywhere. After coming to the city, I can only see them from the mountains."

We chatted for a while, and gradually, we both felt that we had nothing more to say.

My heart pounded faster and faster. Looking at Pigeon's delicate body, so frail and helpless in the night wind, a strong urge to pull her into my arms

surged within me. I tensed up at this thought and instinctively pulled out a cigarette, putting it in my mouth. The wind was strong; my lighter was blown out as soon as it lit, and I couldn't relight it even after several attempts. Pigeon held out her hand to me, and with a soft flick of her wrist, a pale blue flame emerged from the windproof lighter in her hand. I gently took her hand, leaned down, lit the cigarette, and reluctantly released her hand, taking a deep drag, savoring the soft, smooth feel of her palm.

Pigeon, pulling at the coat draped over her shoulders, lightly skipped across the wide, large stone slabs of the observatory, humming a beautiful tune. Watching her captivating figure, I felt my lips dry and couldn't help but lick them lightly. A sudden impulse surged through me, a desire to do or say something, but I was frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly, a pigeon hopped to my side, grabbed my hand, and before I could react, pulled me toward the other end of the observatory, saying, "Let's see the scenery over there."

I followed her steps blankly, feeling the cool sensation of her hand tightly clasped in mine.

Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 22

A great man cannot be without power for a day, nor can a small man be without money for a day. So, what should someone like me, neither big nor small, do? I had never thought about this question before, but as my expenses on decorating my new house and buying furniture and appliances increased, I deeply felt the distress of being short of money.

It feels very easy to live alone, it's true, especially as a cadre with a little power within the public security system. Not to mention anything else, at least I've never spent money on the cigarettes I smoke. It's not that people specifically give me cigarettes. Just think about it: when you go to the police station—specifically for getting people released, pleading for leniency, or handling annual renewals for special industry permits—who doesn't give us packs of cigarettes? My drawer is always overflowing with all sorts of good cigarettes. And when I eat out, I always take a carton or two of good cigarettes with me, thus saving a significant amount of money. If I wanted, I'd be treated to meals almost every day, so at the end of the month, I could practically keep my salary. Plus, in the past two years, the police station's crackdowns on gambling and prostitution, various fines, and processing temporary residence permits have added up to nearly two thousand yuan a month. Logically, that's at least a comfortable income.

However, when it comes to big events like my wedding with Luli, we really feel our income is too low. Although we live in government-owned housing and don't have to pay for it yet, housing reform is inevitable. Just for the wedding expenses alone, Luli and I did the math: 30,000 for renovations, 30,000 for furniture and appliances, and 10,000 for the banquet and other expenses. But our total savings are only 20,000. My parents gave us 20,000, leaving a 30,000 shortfall. And that doesn't even include the bride price, or dowry, for Luli's parents. According to local custom, the bride price in the city is generally around 20,000. When I heard this figure, I almost fainted on the spot. But whether I fainted or not, as the man and head of the household, I still had to find a way to get through it.

Although Luli said her parents were understanding and the bride price only needed to be a token amount, I didn't want to lose face. We're all human beings, after all. Why should I look inferior to others when I get married? How could I face her parents afterward? I told Luli I would definitely give her a grand wedding, and the dowry would be substantial.

I made that promise, but what about the money? What should I do? Sigh, it's not impossible. I could learn from my colleagues in other police stations and get a stake in beauty salons or underground casinos; a few tens of thousands of yuan wouldn't be a problem. But the key is that those things are a hot potato. Right now, it seems fine, but if a political movement comes along or I run into trouble, I'll be in big trouble.

Besides, the military training I received from a young age made me see money as poison. I'm not just pretending to be upright; when the station gives out bonuses, some subordinates make extra money on the side, and as long as it's not too outrageous, I turn a blind eye. Reality has taught me too many things. I remember a line from the Hong Kong movie "Integrity Storm" that compares corruption to taking a public bus. A corrupt police officer warns his friend, "It's your business if you don't take the bus (don't embezzle), but don't block the way."

I would never do anything to prevent others from making money.

Otherwise, before China had a truly effective anti-corruption agency, I would have been long gone, buried somewhere.

I wonder how my colleagues like me managed their weddings? It's so painful! Are honest, salaried workers really so poor that they can't afford to get married? Perhaps Luli and I had too high expectations for our wedding. My father repeatedly told me before he passed away to keep the wedding simple, but that's just how society is; what can I do? It seems the only solution is to borrow money. But

borrowing money isn't easy. I'm not a local, and I don't have many relatives or friends. I can't borrow from subordinates; that would not only have a terrible impact but also be detrimental to my future work. Borrowing from the local gangsters involved in organized crime and prostitution is out of the question; that would be no different from being a shareholder and receiving bribes from them. They would be more than happy to lend me money and certainly wouldn't expect me to pay it back. But then I would never be able to wash away this stain.

Alas, even a hero can be brought down by a lack of funds. Lu Li said she went to borrow money, but I flatly refused. If a man needs his girlfriend to borrow money to get married, he might as well buy a block of tofu and kill himself; he shouldn't be a man anymore. Economic base determines the superstructure; how can I still have the nerve to be the head of the household?

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and seeing the renovation of the new house progressing faster and faster, I'm becoming more irritable and short-tempered. One night, I was on night shift at the police station. In the morning, the patrol officers and auxiliary police caught a thief. When he was brought to the station, he was already bruised and battered. After understanding what happened, I

also kicked him a few times. During the surprise interrogation at the station, the seemingly handsome and tall thief actually cried. I've dealt with many criminals, and countless thieves, but I've never seen a thief cry so heartbrokenly; he was crying as if he were dying. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I kindly asked him what had happened.

The thief, surnamed Ding, was a young worker at the 206 Machinery Factory in the city. The 206 Machinery Factory was a long-established state-owned military factory, but in recent years, with fewer national orders, he and many of his coworkers were forced to lay off their jobs. He set up a small stall at the vegetable market, but was frequently fined by the Industry and Commerce Bureau and the Market Supervision Bureau, barely making any money throughout the year. His girlfriend, who also worked at the factory, was pregnant, forcing him to hastily prepare for the wedding. However, he couldn't raise the money for the wedding no matter what he tried. Seeing his girlfriend's belly growing bigger and bigger,

he desperately turned to crime. Looking at this young worker who should have been a groom but was now in jail, I felt a pang of sadness for no reason. I loosened his handcuffs and looked at the ID card and work permit found on him. He was really stupid; he even carried these documents when he went out to steal. The two young police officers listening in were also moved by his confession. Perhaps they had also thought they might face the same situation. Someone quietly poured him a glass of water. The small interrogation room fell silent.

What a coincidence! This young worker surnamed Ding was born on the same day, month, and year as me. Looking at that familiar string of Arabic numerals on his ID card, my heart felt like it had been struck hard. I tried to soften my tone and asked him what his family did. He thought I was going to notify his family, and he burst into loud sobs, begging me not to.

It took me a while to calm him down. It turned out that three generations of his family had worked at the 206 Machinery Factory. His grandfather and father were both outstanding workers for many years, having received numerous provincial commendations and awards from the military industry. Now, his grandfather's pension and medical expenses were unpaid, and both he and his father had been laid off. The family was truly desperate, surviving on his mother's 500 yuan salary as a sanitation worker and the little income he occasionally earned. Looking at this young worker, whose family had contributed to the country for three generations, and hearing about their tragic situation, my eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

Although I knew that laid-off workers faced hardship, and had even encountered some who had resorted to street vending during my duties, I never imagined their plight could be this dire. If my father were a worker at Factory 206, and this young man's father were a high-ranking military officer, I silently thought, perhaps our positions would be reversed. He would be a high-ranking police officer representing law and order, while I would be a thief cowering on the ground. In his situation, I didn't know what other option I had but to follow in his footsteps. I dared not think any further.

I decided to help this poor soul who had been born on the same day as me. But before that, I needed to verify the truth of what he said. Although my emotions and intuition told me it was true, having experienced so much hypocrisy and deception, I had to examine all seemingly sincere, pure, or heart-wrenching stories with suspicion.

Before long, responses from the city's networked household registration system and the local police station in the area where Factory 206 was located confirmed that everything was true. The police station even casually remarked that the Ding family was barely scraping by, while there were many more families in dire straits at Factory 206. They added that the laid-off young workers at the factory were a real headache, with too many fights, thefts, kidnappings, and prostitution. It made me nervous every time I answered the phone. I listened to his complaints, reluctantly hanging up, my heart growing heavier.

After temporarily detaining him in the temporary detention room, I called several young officers to my office.

I told them the results of my investigation, then made no attempt to hide my intentions, "This guy is so pitiful, I want to help him. What do you think?"

Several young officers exchanged glances, then looked at me with questioning eyes. I said to Jiang Ge, who was in charge of the interrogation records, "Give me the records from earlier."

Taking the records, I glanced at them, then tore out the pages that contained the tragic story. While watching their expressions, I slowly but resolutely tore the paper cleanly. They all watched my actions nervously, then smiled knowingly.

Looking at these young people who usually had various flaws, I felt a surge of emotion and said in a deep voice, "Thank you!"

I saluted them, and they quickly returned my salute, their smiles fading. I had saluted many times before, but never with such sincerity.

At daybreak, I gave my savings card to Jiang Ge, asking him to withdraw five thousand yuan for me from the bank. I and another young police officer took the young worker named Ding Jianhua to the 206 Machinery Factory in our police car. The 206 Machinery Factory was located near the Tuanjie Bridge in the suburbs. The massive factory grounds covered dozens of acres, but the once bustling factory was now deserted and desolate.

At a small eatery near the factory, I ordered three breakfasts. Having stayed up all night, I was indeed hungry, and I wolfed down several steamed buns and a large bowl of porridge in no time. Ding Jianhua, however, looked dejected and couldn't eat. I smiled, "Little Ding, no matter what, you still have to eat."

Hearing my words, he shuddered, picked up a steamed bun, and took a small bite, as if completing a task.

Not long after, Jiang Ge arrived on his sidecar motorcycle. We got into the police car together and, following Ding Jianhua's directions, drove to the vicinity of his dormitory building. Looking at the dilapidated old-fashioned brick houses hidden among a few low trees, I sighed softly, returned Ding Jianhua's ID card and work permit to him, and, meeting his surprised gaze, told him that we had destroyed his interrogation records and hoped he would behave himself from now on. Tears streamed from his dry eyes, and he wept like someone who had been given a second chance at life. I patted his shoulder, "Don't cry, be a man, hold your head up."

Ding Jianhua desperately suppressed his emotions, choked back tears, and raised his head, his eyes filled with endless gratitude.

"We were born on the same day, month, and year, it's really fate."

Seeing his questioning eyes, I smiled, "What, you don't believe me?"

I took out my ID card and handed it to him.

"Although this isn't a big city, meeting among hundreds of thousands of people is truly fate. You're getting married, and so am I. Here..."

As I spoke, I took the money from Jiang Ge's hand, "There's five thousand yuan, it's a loan to you." I stuffed the money into his hand.

Ding Jianhua was momentarily stunned, holding the money blankly, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing.

When his gaze fell on the stack of banknotes, he trembled and frantically handed over the money, muttering words that even he himself probably couldn't understand.

I knew what he meant, and smiled, saying, "Don't rush, I know what you mean. Listen carefully, I'm lending it to you."

I pushed his hand and continued, "Get married first, the baby in your belly won't wait. If you want to do any small business in the future, just let us know." I pointed to Jiang Ge and another young police officer, Fang Jing, beside me, "Or in our police station's jurisdiction. We can't help you with anything else, but we can help you pay less in fees and fines."

Stimulated by a series of good fortunes, Ding Jianhua was somewhat confused. He looked over following my gesture, and Jiang Ge and Fang Jing were both looking at him with sincere smiles. He could no longer control his emotions, biting his lip hard, closing his eyes, and letting the tears flow uncontrollably.

On the way back to the city, Jiang Ge, who was usually quite close to me, asked, "Director Zhang, you gave your wedding money to Ding Jianhua, aren't you afraid your wife will hold you accountable?"

I shook my head, "It's alright, a real man wouldn't let his wife keep him locked up."

Perhaps because of this incident, Fang Jing, who was always reserved when speaking to me, also started joking, "Director Zhang, you're so stubborn, what will you do if your wife refuses to marry you?"

"Hehehe," I laughed twice, "It's alright. You all know Lu Li, she's a kind-hearted person, I'll talk to her and she'll understand. Besides, if she really refuses to marry me, humph, there are plenty of fish in the sea!"

Jiang Ge and Fang Jing were both amused by my words. I floored the accelerator, staring at the straight road ahead, and said, "Actually, Ding Jianhua and I are really destined for each other. We were born on the same day, month, and year. I grew up in the army, and he grew up in a military factory. Thinking about it, he's really pitiful. Watching his girlfriend's belly grow bigger every day, and being a man like him, he can't do anything about it. We'd be in his shoes too."

After a while, Fang Jing said, "Director Zhang, to be honest, you need money for your wedding too. Giving Ding Jianhua five thousand yuan all at once, saying it's a loan, who knows when he'll be able to pay it back? Doesn't it hurt?"

Hearing his words, I smiled bitterly and said, "How could it not hurt? What do you guys think we should do?"

I turned to look at the two guys who were exchanging knowing glances. They were grinning mischievously, obviously trying to make up for their losses elsewhere. I suppressed a laugh and pretended to be serious, saying, "Well, considering the fighting spirit of our comrades, our station needs to launch a special campaign to crack down on gambling and prostitution soon." As soon as

I finished speaking, we both burst out laughing.

My first argument with Luli started over five thousand yuan. She discovered that five thousand yuan was missing from her bank account and asked me what happened. I didn't want to hide it, nor do I have a habit of lying, so I told her the truth. Luli, who was already struggling to raise money for the wedding, couldn't contain her resentment when she heard that I had lent five thousand yuan to a thief.

I knew I was in the wrong, and besides, I've always felt that it's shameful for a man to argue with a woman. So, I sat silently smoking in our newly renovated but empty apartment, listening to her nagging. But I didn't expect my silence to make her even angrier. I know Luli isn't actually that materialistic, but she's been very busy with the wedding preparations lately, and we were still short a lot of money for it. I hadn't even told her before giving the money to someone else, so I was really angry.

I had imagined what my first argument with Luli would be like, but I never expected it to be about money. While I'm not the kind of person who sees money as dirt, I don't value it much either. I always felt that money can be regained, and as long as I'm happy, that's enough. It wasn't until this time, when I was racking my brains over getting married, that I started to feel a little more emotional. But I never imagined we'd argue about money.

Actually, if I had just apologized and coaxed her a bit, Luli would have calmed down. But I was already feeling terrible about raising the money, and besides, I've never been one to back down to a woman. So, I ignored her, listening to her rambling on and on, and finally, I couldn't hold back my anger. I yelled, "Why are you so nagging?!"

Luli, who had never suffered any grievance from me before, was startled and didn't know what to do. She covered her face and sobbed. Seeing Luli crying so sadly, I felt a pang of sympathy, but it was quickly dispelled by my strong sense of male pride. How could a man succumb to a woman's tears? I strode out the door, slamming it shut, ignoring her still crying alone in the empty new house.

Luli was truly a kind and good girl—no, now I should say a kind and good woman. Although I left her alone, she still called me the next day to apologize, begging me not to be angry. My pride and vanity were satisfied, and I naturally backed down.

That evening in her dorm, Luli cooked some delicious dishes and prepared some beer. We had dinner together. I first took a shower in the communal bathroom and lay naked on the bed waiting for her. Perhaps it was because of the meal and drinks, but I quickly drifted off to sleep.

In my hazy state, I felt waves of warm, pleasurable sensation in my lower body. My penis was enveloped in a warm, soft cavity, feeling incredibly comfortable. A smooth, hot object was gently licking my long shaft.

I forced my eyes open and saw Luli kneeling naked between my legs, her head bobbing up and down between my groin. Her soft, damp hair teased my body with each movement. Watching Luli's obedient and diligent service, a warm sensation slowly spread throughout my body, and a feeling of tenderness and affection welled up inside me.

Luli's oral skills were getting better and better; every rise and fall, every lick and suck sent an electric shock-like pleasure through my lower abdomen. Recalling her initial shy and timid appearance, and then looking at her skillful and agile movements before me, I was filled with emotion. It seemed that whether a respectable woman or a prostitute, as long as one had some experience, they were all equally alluring and seductive in bed, or rather, coquettish and wanton.

Her movements brought me increasingly intense pleasure. I had wanted to get up and caress her, but now I was too lazy to move, relaxing my body to enjoy her gentle and comforting caresses. Luli's fragrant tongue skillfully traced my penis, tracing its path from the glans down to the tip. Her warm, moist mouth diligently swallowed and released my erect penis, trying to take in more, trying to take in more.

My skin, freshly washed, was particularly sensitive, and under Luli's teasing tongue and mouth, my body involuntarily trembled, and I let out comfortable moans. Knowing I was there, Luli looked up at me while sucking on my penis, her watery eyes filled with a pitiful tenderness. I panted and held her head in my hands, pressing down hard. **It went straight to her throat. She made a whimpering sound, but didn't struggle at all. Instead, she tightened her small mouth, like a resilient fleshy hoop tightly embracing my penis.

A warm, surging sensation washed over my lower abdomen, and I couldn't help but arch my back and thrust upwards. My thick penis repeatedly pounded into her small mouth, my desire growing stronger and stronger. Luli obediently accepted my rough actions, her small mouth trying its best to accommodate my throbbing penis.

Her beautiful face flushed red. Looking at Luli kneeling between my legs like a docile kitten, her submissive and pleasurable demeanor swelled my male desire to its peak. Only a woman who has been completely conquered would serve her man so tenderly and considerately, like a completely defenseless city enduring and welcoming such ravaging.

For me, enjoying oral sex and violently assaulting a woman are two completely different yet equally intoxicating pleasures. The former allows for complete relaxation, experiencing the orgasm brought on by a woman's beautiful mouth without any pressure. Because it requires no effort, the stimulation is incredibly intense. The latter's greatest pleasure comes from seeing the woman beneath me moan and cry out under my vigorous thrusts, collapsing into a submissive, conquered state. This intensely satisfies a man's desires and strong vanity, providing both physical and psychological pleasure.

As my penis throbbed more and more strongly in Luli's mouth, I felt as if a flame was burning within her oral cavity, my mind gradually going blank. Her small hands gripped the base of my penis, moving rapidly in sync with the rise and fall of her head, creating an extremely strong attraction that drew all my energy to my lower abdomen.

"Ugh," I let out a soft moan, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure that made my body go weak. My penis swelled to its limit in Luli's mouth, and then a sharp pain shot through my lower back as my semen gushed out of her mouth. I was completely immersed in the extreme pleasure of orgasm. Luli pulled her mouth back, tightly holding my penis, her hand moving quickly and gently around it, desperately swallowing the semen I kept ejaculating. I convulsed like someone having an epileptic seizure until Luli had sucked all the semen clean before I calmed down. Luli still held my penis tightly in her mouth until my body was completely calm, then she gently kissed my still erect penis, rolled off the bed to rinse her mouth. Luli's smooth and alluring body nestled tightly in my arms. Although we were both naked, we didn't feel any coldness. My hands caressed Luli's full and shapely breasts, occasionally pinching her rosy nipples.

Luli's voice was full of apology: "I really don't know why I did that yesterday. Please don't blame me anymore, okay?"

Looking at the pitiful expression of the beauty in my arms, I said with pity: "Don't be silly. We're getting married soon, and you'll be my wife. How could I blame you?"

Luli was still a little uneasy and said: "I was thinking about how much money we still didn't have for the wedding, so..."

I sighed, grabbed Luli's hand and led it to my crotch. She obediently grasped my limp penis and gently stroked it.

"It's alright, there's always a way. I'll definitely find a way." Looking at Lu Li's rosy, tender face, I couldn't help but kiss her soft cheek deeply before continuing, "I will never let you marry in a wronged way. I will make all your girlfriends envious of you. No matter what, I will make our wedding a grand affair."

Lu Li was moved by my words, her soft body pressed even closer to mine, her eyes filled with longing, murmuring, "You're so good to me."

Sigh! I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This outwardly beautiful and mature girl was actually so naive at heart.

The intimate contact and the tender atmosphere made sweet words seem to flow out of her mouth without needing to think. "You are the most beautiful policewoman in our Public Security Bureau, and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I will definitely cherish you."

A blush of happiness appeared on Lu Li's face. No wonder, nestled in her lover's arms, listening to such praise, what girl wouldn't be happy? I gently stroked her delicate skin with my short, thick chin, continuing, "I must make you the most beautiful bride in our bureau, no, in our city."

Luli playfully retorted, "You're teasing me. I'm not that pretty."

Though she said this, her eyes and brows were filled with undisguised delight.

Luli's alluring and charming demeanor aroused my desire. I could smell the fresh scent of her body after her bath, and a warm feeling welled up in my lower abdomen. Luli, who was gently caressing me, immediately sensed the change in my lower body. She giggled and pinched my erect penis, saying, "We just did that, and you're already wanting it again?"

Looking at her challenging gaze, I couldn't resist giving her tender breasts a hard squeeze. With a soft cry from her, I rolled over and pressed myself against her, whispering in her ear, "Don't you want it?"

At the same time, I deliberately breathed into her ear, the air tickling it. Luli giggled and dodged my advances, shaking her head with a flushed face. "I don't want to."

I deliberately rubbed my body against her delicate skin, my once-erect penis familiarly teasing the pubic hair between her legs. "You really don't want to? I don't believe you."

Luli gasped under my weight, "No, no, I just don't want to."

Seeing her feigned modesty, I gritted my teeth and said, "Fine, if you don't want to, then forget it."

I pretended to get off her. But she reached out and tightly hugged my shoulders and back, her two slender, pink legs wrapping around my waist and hips, refusing to let me off. I said in surprise, "Huh, didn't you say you didn't want to?"

Luli closed her eyes in embarrassment, pouting, "You're so mean, you're deliberately bullying me!"

She hugged me even tighter, her legs clamping my penis between her legs.

I laughed heartily. How could I bear to leave her soft, warm body? A naked, alluring woman's body is every man's dream paradise, especially a beautiful girl who deeply loves him and has completely given her body and emotions to him. I lay on top of Luli, enjoying the waves of exquisite pleasure from her undulating movements. Her soft, firm breasts were white and tempting; I suckled at her cherry-like nipples like a hungry baby, my hands constantly caressing her beautiful, smooth skin.

I've always found it strange that seemingly delicate and beautiful girls can endure the weight of a heavy man pressing down on them for so long without feeling any discomfort, but rather experiencing intimate pleasure. In the ecstasy of sexual intercourse, even a man's abusive, violent kneading can bring them extreme excitement and pleasure. Perhaps this is the ability the Creator bestowed upon women to seduce men. Or perhaps, women are born to be tormented and ravaged by men.

Under my meticulous and patient caresses, Luli's originally cool skin gradually warmed up. Her body writhed restlessly, her hands gripping my waist pressed down hard, while the most tender part between her legs swayed upwards with the movement of her hips. Her tender, watery eyes were now veiled with a thin mist, and her beautiful face was flushed crimson, as if it were about to bleed.

I knew she was aroused. I loosened my grip slightly and probed her pubic area with my fingers. It was already slippery and overflowing with love juice, wetting my fingers. I gently pushed my fingers through her vaginal walls, penetrating her hot, slippery passage. Luli sighed softly, the walls of her vagina undulating and rubbing against my fingers, murmuring something unintelligible. I used my fingers to thrust in and out of her incredibly lubricated passage, mimicking the movements of a penis. Luli moaned and moved her hips to meet my movements, her firm breasts heaving violently.

I pulled out my fingers and held them up to Luli's eyes, teasingly saying, "Look, still not wanting more?

It's already overflowing down there." Luli was both ashamed and anxious, biting my finger, "

Ouch, that hurts!" I cried out in feigned pain. Luli looked at me, a smug smile in her eyes.

She stuck out her tongue, unconcerned about the love juice smeared on my hand, and gently licked my finger, as if she were sucking my penis. Seeing her obedient and gentle demeanor, I couldn't bear to tease her any longer. I raised my already throbbing penis, and with the lubrication of Luli's abundant love juice, slowly and inching it into her eager, expectant cavity.

Luli opened her mouth, which was holding my finger, feeling the stimulation and fullness brought by my slow entry into her body, letting out waves of beautiful moans. Since we began our lovemaking, I have entered her tender body countless times, and watered her flower with my essence hundreds of times. But her cavity is still as narrow and tight as the first time, always filled to the brim by my penis, with almost no gaps, giving me intense stimulation.

As I slowly entered her cavity, I could feel the trembling of her flesh as I stretched it open, like tiny mouths sucking and entwining my penis. The hot, slippery flesh writhed, soothing my penis, creating an intoxicating pleasure.

Luli, her desire surging, couldn't bear my slow, labored movements. She clung to my waist, her buttocks thrusting violently upwards. With a moan, my penis was fully inside her. The intense pleasure of being completely enveloped surged through me, making me let out a soft, pleasurable cry. Holding her buttocks, I began to move rapidly. Her beautiful body tossed and turned under my vigorous thrusts like a small boat in a storm, her moans becoming faster and more seductive.

So pleasurable! I closed my eyes, fully immersing myself in the pleasure of our bodies joined, feeling like a valiant knight riding a Mercedes across a vast, boundless prairie. Luli's intoxicating moans below me were like war drums, urging me onward.

Because I had just ejaculated in Luli's mouth, I lasted exceptionally long this time. I turned Luli's soft body over and over, arranging her in several different positions for intimate contact. Under my fierce and passionate assault, she could no longer care about restraint, letting out bursts of joyful moans and cries in extreme pleasure. I, on the other hand, was afraid of being heard by outsiders, so I slightly slowed down my thrusting. Soon, Luli reached her climax, her strongly contracting vaginal canal seeming to suck my penis in. Her face was flushed, and she had a captivatingly alluring appearance, as if she were in ecstasy.

My hard penis was still inside her, and I watched her soft, satisfied expression with satisfaction. A sense of pride rose within me. The sight of my woman dying and being reborn beneath me satisfied every man's vanity and pride to the fullest extent. I picked up Luli's limp body and let her rest on my shoulder. She weakly hugged my neck and whispered in my ear, "You're so naughty, making me shout so loudly. People will laugh at me to death. How will I be able to face anyone tomorrow?"

As she spoke, she gently bit my shoulder.

Listening to her gentle narration, I couldn't help but laugh and say, "What's wrong with that? Nobody would laugh at you; they'd be too busy envying you to care. Who wouldn't envy you for having such a great boyfriend?"

Luli gently pounded my back and said, "Aren't you ashamed? How do you know other people's boyfriends aren't as great as yours?"

I pretended to be angry, "Fine, you still don't know how great you are? I'll fuck you to

death." With that, I thrust my penis hard into her, making her let out a soft cry. Then I grabbed her buttocks and started tossing her upwards. This position allowed my penis to penetrate her even deeper. Luli, who had just reached orgasm, cried out in pain as I thrust into her, "Ah, I was wrong, ah, I'm sorry, ah!"

A series of charming moans made my penis even more erect and thick, pounding into her tender cavity like an iron rod. My movements became faster and faster, and the continuous, intense pleasure left Luli no time to beg for mercy; she could only keep emitting captivating moans.

Luli's orifices contracted repeatedly under my thrusts, her delicate limbs wrapping around me tightly like vines clinging to a tree. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her smooth skin. Her body went from cool to hot, then hot to cool, until finally she could no longer even moan, only breathing weakly. Completely exhausted, she collapsed limply onto the bed. I, too, was drenched in sweat, and finally ejaculated a large amount of semen inside her once more. Then I lazily lay back down.

After resting for half a day, Luli recovered first, kissing my cheeks and chest. Seeing me open my eyes, she nestled coquettishly on my shoulder, a blissful and satisfied expression on her face. I asked smugly, "How was that?

You know how good I am now, right?" Luli blushed but didn't answer. I pressed on, "Was it comfortable just now?"

Luli nodded gently, sealing my lips with her sweet little mouth before I could speak further. I held her sweaty body, kissing her passionately until exhaustion lulled us both into a deep sleep.

It seems there's always a way out. Just when I was almost at my wit's end trying to raise money for the wedding, my mother sent me another 20,000 yuan, telling me not to be stingy with the dowry for Luli's family, lest they look down on me. She also instructed me not to let my father know. Otherwise, he would accuse me of wasting money and being extravagant.

Poverty makes one lose ambition; faced with my mother's kindness, although I didn't want to use their money anymore, I could only remain silent. I will always remember my parents' kindness. From childhood to adulthood, they have spent so much love and energy on me, and now that I'm an adult, not only have I failed to repay them, but I also have to spend their money again. It truly makes me feel bitter.

Political Commissar Wang, who had been hospitalized for many years at the Municipal Bureau, finally succumbed to his illness and passed away at the young age of fifty-one. Unsurprisingly, Deputy Political Commissar Meng, with his strong connections and shrewd methods, was promoted to a full-fledged position. Although Deputy Political Commissar Meng had been in charge of the work during Political Commissar Wang's hospitalization, being promoted to a full-fledged position, I, as a close confidant of Deputy Political Commissar Meng, naturally had to show my appreciation.

I discussed it with Lu Li, although... We were still very nervous, but since it concerned my future, she didn't hesitate at all and proactively prepared a red envelope for me containing 6,600 yuan, which surprised me a bit, as I had only planned to give her two or three thousand. Lu Li said that one should be willing to spend money where necessary, as so many people in the bureau with more seniority than me had no housing or positions. I, on the other hand, had only been transferred from the countryside for a short time and had already been promoted to director and allocated housing. Putting everything else aside, I should be grateful to Political Commissar Meng. It seems that Lu Li, who grew up in the city, understood the ways of the world. But no matter what, seeing a high-definition Philips color TV gone just like that still made me a little sad.

With a new emperor comes a new court, and Political Commissar Meng quickly arranged better positions for his confidants and connections. I was soon transferred to the Development Zone Police Station to serve as both director and instructor. It was practically a monopoly of power. Just then, the station distributed mid-year bonuses and various welfare allowances, and I received over 15,000 yuan. That was more than my entire year's bonus and benefits at my previous station. Looking at so much money, I felt a little hesitant, knowing it somewhat violated financial regulations. But thinking of my empty new apartment, I gritted my teeth and took it.

Later, I learned how lucrative the development zone was. It had the best and newest entertainment venues in the city, and many companies with shares held by government officials and relatives of provincial leaders were building massive projects there. Working at the police station there meant you didn't have to do anything, you could say you didn't have to do anything at all, yet you'd receive a large income. If you tried to do anything, the city and branch bureaus would tell you what you couldn't do here and there. Doing nothing, you were perfectly content.

It's time to go to school for classes and exams again. Because electrical appliances are cheap and plentiful in Changsha, Lu Li asked me to buy the appliances I wanted in Changsha and ship them back. I mechanically let her arrange things for me, but my mind had already flown far away to the provincial capital. Changsha, a beautiful city, and beautiful pigeons, I'm getting married. How should I tell her? The road ahead is long.

Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 23

When I made up my mind, I realized that there was nothing that I couldn't face. Whether it's marriage or relationships, I'll just go with the flow. There's always a way out.

The campus is always filled with youthful energy. These future police officers of the Republic are full of hope and longing for the future. Their vigorous spirit reminds me of the days when I was a young student, full of vigor and high spirits, writing passionately, pointing out the country, and treating the powerful as dirt. It's only been a few years since I left the police academy. I'm only five or six years older than these future police officers, but it feels like I'm a whole generation older than them. Perhaps the harsh realities of life truly age us!

In a modern electronic audiovisual classroom, nearly a hundred trainees sat quietly in their seats, watching the constantly refreshing images on their monitors, listening to their instructor recount a rather typical case. An international drug trafficking organization smuggled heroin into the country from the Yunnan border, passing through Sichuan, Hunan, Guangdong, and Hainan, finally loading it onto a ship in Sanya and shipping it to the United States. Through cooperation between public security bureaus in various provinces and the FBI, and after four months and mobilizing thousands of police officers along the route, the criminals were finally apprehended, and drugs worth over ten million RMB were seized. This case is hailed as a classic example of international police cooperation.

Under the instructor's captivating lecture, the young trainees all wore expressions of envy and longing, perhaps even fantasizing about being one of them, working alongside American police to apprehend criminals. I, however, didn't see it that way. Having worked on the front lines for so long, I was indifferent. Not for any other reason than that I knew that mobilizing so much police force, all the coordination, security, and communication efforts—the manpower, resources, and money spent—could have solved far more cases. Moreover, the overseas drug sources and the final destination users couldn't be eliminated; such cases would never stop.

To put it bluntly, it was doing the work for others, or simply sensationalism. When drugs enter the country, the border police should seize them all, cracking down wherever they are found along the route. The economics of crime suggests that severe crackdowns can increase the cost and risk of crime, but that only applies to public security and criminal cases. Drug trafficking is different; its profit margin is 1000%. One successful operation out of ten breaks even, two successful operations yield 100% profit, so it will never stop. The only additional loss is the lives of drug traffickers, but China has no shortage of people. Moreover, China only imposes the death penalty on drug traffickers; Western countries, the largest users of drugs, only impose imprisonment. Comparatively, the Chinese government and police invest huge amounts of money and resources, but the biggest beneficiaries are actually Western countries.

This case is even more foolish. The cost of maintaining order could have been kept low; drugs and traffickers could have been apprehended as soon as they entered the country based on accurate intelligence. For the sake of so-called international cooperation, a large amount of resources were sacrificed to allow the Americans to clean up their criminals for free. If the thousands of kilometers of tracking and surveillance had even a slight loophole, or if the ships changed course, everything would have been for naught. It's incredibly stupid. Looking at the photo on the screen of the travel-worn Chinese police officers and the chubby American officers, and then glancing at the instructor spitting as he lectured on the podium, I couldn't help but curl my lip in disdain.

The other officers, like me, who were there for the diploma, were mostly dozing off at their desks. No wonder, given the sweltering heat, even with two air conditioners working tirelessly in the large classroom, the combined body heat of nearly a hundred people and the heat from nearly a hundred computers made the space unbearably stuffy.

Finally, class ended. As usual, the second period was for group discussions. My group consisted of young men who had gone straight from high school to police academy, each one of them as arrogant as the Beijing saying goes—both earnest and naive, yet often thinking themselves incredibly mature. Their case analysis sessions often left me speechless. After a few times, I gave up and just kept quiet, usually just saying "I agree with everyone's point of view, I have nothing to add" to get by.

Starting with the team leader, they all spoke one by one: a model of international police cooperation, the hard work of the police officers, the care and support from superiors, the meticulous planning… I just wanted to laugh. Wasn't that all nonsense? If I deleted the first sentence about a model of international police cooperation, couldn't I apply the rest to other cases? Damn it! Looking at these enthusiastic young men and women, I felt a surge of indescribable emotion. It seems you all have a long road ahead. Perhaps after spending a night lying in wait in a pigsty in the countryside to catch a cattle thief, watching the criminal you painstakingly apprehended swagger away with a single phone call from your superiors, you'll slowly realize that being a good police officer is something police academy can never teach you.

"Zhang, why don't you share your thoughts?"

The team leader, a young man from Changsha, always spoke with a condescending, bureaucratic tone, as if nothing else could justify his minor official rank.

"Oh, I... I don't have any opinion."

As usual, I tried to bluff my way out. "Everyone has already given their opinions, so there's nothing to add."

The group leader seemed determined to pick a fight with me today, relentlessly saying, "Zhang, you've been working on the front lines for so long, you must have some opinions, right? Why don't you ever say anything in our discussions? Do you feel like you don't have anything in common with us?"

Hearing the group leader say this, the other students started making a fuss, insisting that I speak. These self-proclaimed "authentic" young people had a strange sense of superiority over us older comrades from the grassroots with lower educational backgrounds (relatively speaking, since I'm only twenty-seven). They liked to look down on us, always thinking we were outdated and unworthy of being the new type of police officers in the 21st century.

I smiled wryly and said, "Okay, okay. I'll speak."

Everyone quieted down, waiting for me to give my opinion. Only the group leader curled his lip slightly with disdain, not believing I would say anything new. It's understandable; he comes from a family of police officers. His grandfather was among the first batch of police officers after the founding of the People's Republic, his parents were police officers who graduated from regular police academies after the Cultural Revolution, and he himself was a top student at police academy. That sense of pride and arrogance was deeply ingrained in him. He completely looked down on us grassroots police officers from small towns, often making sarcastic and veiled remarks. Of course, due to the strict discipline of the police academy, and the fact that we were all experienced seniors, we didn't stoop to his level. Otherwise, given my old temper, I would have taught him a lesson long ago.

Seeing the expectant looks on my classmates' faces, I cleared my throat and said calmly, "This case shows that the joint efforts of Chinese and American police have cracked a transnational drug trafficking case. Drug traffickers in both China and the United States were basically apprehended, and over 100 kilograms of heroin were seized—a truly remarkable achievement. However,"

I paused, then emphasized, "from another perspective, according to Interpol statistics, approximately 2,700 tons of drugs are sold and transported within China each year. If we were to follow the methods used in this case, let's calculate how much police force and investigation budget would be required. Can our public security system bear such a high cost?"

My classmates were captivated by my novel perspective; two impatient students even picked up calculators from their desks and started doing the math.

"Although the Ministry of Public Security has not released detailed data on the amount of drugs seized each year, based on experience, the public security system can only seize at most one-fifth to one-quarter of the drugs, including the results of border police and non-drug police officers."

My lips were a little dry, and I looked around the classroom and saw that there were no instructors. I couldn't help but take out a cigarette and light one. Normally, the group leader and the other young students would definitely stop me, but now they were obviously attracted by what I was saying and were just eagerly waiting for me to continue explaining.

I took a leisurely drag of my cigarette before continuing, "Let's assume we only seize a quarter of that. Each year we seize approximately 700 tons of drugs, or 700,000 kilograms. Of these, large-scale drug cases account for half, 350,000 kilograms. Based on this, we'd need to mobilize over three million police officers within four months. How many people are there in our entire public security system? How many are in specialized anti-drug teams and temporary criminal investigators? Not to mention the astronomical case-handling expenses. Think about it, doesn't that make sense?"

Everyone was stunned by the scenario I described, and no one spoke. They all seemed to be mentally calculating the costs.

"So I think drug trafficking cases are like public security; prevention is better. Once a situation arises and drugs enter the country, the border police and local public security officers will crack down wherever they find them. Of course, this is just my opinion, and there are bound to be inappropriate and imperfect aspects."

I glanced at the instructor walking in from the classroom door and quickly said, "Oh, excuse me, I have a bit of an upset stomach, group leader, I need to go to the restroom."

Before the group leader could react, I hurriedly left my seat and brushed past the instructor as if I were escaping, secretly relieved. If the instructor had heard my brilliant theory, I wouldn't have escaped classroom cleaning and 20 laps around the track today.

School days passed by in this boring way for a week. On a weekend afternoon, as I was hesitating whether to call Pigeon, a few older guys who had traveled back home with me last semester came to my dormitory with smiles. Logically speaking, people in their thirties and forties who are busy on the front lines of public security shouldn't have very good memories, and they probably forgot my promise on the train last time they went back. But seeing their malicious smiles, my head immediately started spinning. I knew I couldn't expect to get away with it.

"It's the weekend, how about it? Where are you and your girlfriend having some fun?"

Old Yang said with a grin, patting my shoulder. Several other classmates silently occupied the most threatening spots from where I was to the dormitory door, completely crushing my hopes of breaking out.

"Sure, I was just about to come looking for you guys,"

I said with a smile. "It's good that you're here, saves me the trouble of making the trip."

Zhou Qiang from Hengyang Bureau couldn't help but laugh: "You little rascal, you're quite cunning. We won't trouble you to make the trip. We're the ones who get a free meal, so we should come and wait for you."

Everyone laughed.

Surrounded or rather, closely guarded by them, we marched through the campus like prisoners being transported. I reluctantly followed them into a taxi and picked up my phone to call Pigeon.

"When did you arrive?"

Pigeon's soft, sweet voice came through the phone, so pleasantly sweet.

"I've been here for five or six days,"

Pigeon said with a hint of coquettishness. "Then why did you only call me now?"

I said helplessly, "I couldn't help it, the school is strict, we're not allowed to leave the school during the week, and today is the weekend, so..."

Pigeon laughed, "Wow, you're so obedient!"

I glanced at the classmates around me who were eyeing me warily, and said, "Pigeon, the classmates you saw me at the bus stop last time are here, how about we grab a bite together?" There

was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line. "Okay, where are you planning to go?"

Pigeon asked me.

I told her we planned to go to XX Seafood City and agreed to meet in half an hour.

After hanging up, the classmates all laughed, "Good lad, you kept your word, let's go."

They joked and laughed, saying they would eat me out of house and home. I knew their real intentions weren't the food; they all wanted to see the beautiful Pigeon again. Their fleeting encounter on the train last time had left them breathless. Everyone appreciates beauty, and since she was a classmate's girlfriend, being able to get close to such a beautiful woman would satisfy their visual cravings. I understand this feeling, because I've been through something similar.

In the elegantly decorated private room, my usually boisterous classmates were unusually quiet, not rushing to eat. The table was laden with seafood and fine wine, quietly awaiting our enjoyment. Pigeon hadn't arrived yet, and they all sat obediently like reserved schoolchildren. It seems that a fear of beauty, or rather, a cautious, breathless demeanor in the face of captivating beauty, is universal. When I casually offered to have a drink first, they ruthlessly stopped me, leaving me wondering who was actually paying.

My phone rang. I glanced at the number on the screen; it looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. I pressed the answer button, and immediately a string of hurried, rapid-fire Mandarin with a thick Changsha accent came through. It took me a while to recognize it as my homeroom teacher's voice. He asked where I was. Of course, I wouldn't say I was drinking. I told him I was handling some work-related matters. My teacher sounded a bit impatient and asked what I had discussed in today's case study class. My head went blank. Oh no! Which bastard betrayed me again? It must be the group leader.

I stammered, trying to defend myself.

Although it was a phone conversation, my teacher seemed to sense my panic and embarrassment. His voice even carried a hint of smugness as he hypocritically said that he had always been considerate of working professionals like me who were studying, but this time he had no choice. The dean of academic affairs and the department head in charge of professional courses wanted to talk to me. I was to report to the department office at 8:30 tomorrow morning. Hearing the barely concealed schadenfreude in my homeroom teacher's voice, nicknamed "Smiling Tiger," I gritted my teeth in hatred, yet still had to feign a humble and pitiful demeanor, repeatedly pleading for his help. "That'll have to do for now," I said, "I'll see what I can do." The homeroom teacher hung up. I slumped into my chair, screaming that I was done for.

Seeing my deathly pale face, Old Yang asked with concern, "What's wrong? What happened?"

I said weakly, "Sigh, this is troublesome. Smiling Tiger has finally caught me." "

Smiling Tiger!"

Old Yang said with sympathy, "How could you be so careless and get caught by Smiling Tiger?"

Old Yang had been severely punished by the homeroom teacher several times for his poor grades in professional theory courses; he was the one who gave him the nickname "Smiling Tiger. "

"Sigh, I talked too much during the case study discussion today,"

I groaned as I told them what had happened.

Old Yang counted on his fingers, calculating the consequences for me. "Hmm, vacation canceled, no leaving school, 20 laps of sprinting every morning and evening, cleaning the main classroom, group self-criticism, and a written apology."

As he calculated, Old Yang looked at me with pity, as if looking at a pitiful worm about to fall into a sea of misery.

"You're in trouble this time."

Zhou Qiang, who was often the one being disciplined, looked at me with sympathy. I shook my head with a bitter smile and said loudly, "Damn it, forget about it, let's live for today."

I picked up the wine glass in front of me, glanced at the classmates, and said deliberately fiercely, "I'm not happy, anyone who stops me will get angry."

As I spoke, I put the glass to my mouth.

"Why are you in such a hurry? You're going to eat first without waiting for us."

Pigeon's sweet voice came from behind me. I abruptly stopped what I was doing and turned around. Pigeon, dressed in a light blue dress, stood gracefully at the door of the private room behind me. Her bright, smiling face and two clear, watery eyes were looking at me. My heart warmed, and I quickly stood up. "You're here."

Pigeon nodded slightly to me, then smiled and greeted the other classmates, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Old Yang and Zhou Qiang also stood up to greet her. Pigeon said, "I have a friend coming with me. Does everyone mind?"

"Welcome, welcome! Please come in!" Everyone greeted her in a jumbled chorus of voices.

Pigeon stepped aside, and a young woman entered behind her. The woman wore a brand-new summer police uniform, with several shining stars on her epaulets—clearly a female police superintendent. Pigeon took her hand and introduced her to us with a smile, “You’re all in the same profession. This is my best friend, Chu Hong, a second-level police superintendent from the Provincial Public Security Bureau.”

Chu Hong smiled and greeted us, “Hello everyone!”

“Hello,”

I replied, somewhat puzzled as to why Pigeon had brought a policewoman with her. But I still warmly invited them to sit down.

Chu Hong was very beautiful. Birds of a feather flock together; Pigeon was so outstanding, her friend couldn’t be any less so. Pigeon was the kind of woman who appeared elegant and beautiful yet possessed a strong will and independent spirit, while Chu Hong gave off a gentle and refined air, more like a teacher than a police officer.

The classmates were surprised to find another beautiful female colleague besides Pigeon, and the atmosphere immediately became lively with laughter and conversation. Especially Liu Yanghe from the Yueyang Bureau, who wasn't married yet, had his eyes shining and was very enthusiastic in greeting Chu Hong, making us all inwardly curse him for prioritizing romance over friendship. As

the one who hosted the dinner, I felt obligated to take on the responsibility of introducing them. I introduced my classmates to Gezi and Chu Hong. “Yang Junbo, Lao Yang, Deputy Director of the Dingcheng Branch of the Changde Public Security Bureau; Zhou Qiang, Instructor of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Hengyang Public Security Bureau; Feng Gang, Deputy Captain of the Major Crimes Unit of the Shaoyang Public Security Bureau,”

I deliberately introduced Liu Yanghe last, pointing to him, “This is our youngest classmate, Liu Yanghe, the head of the Technical Section of the Yueyang Public Security Bureau.” As

soon as I finished speaking, Liu Yanghe immediately extended his hand to Chu Hong and said, “Hello, my name is easy to remember, Liu Yanghe, Liuyang River, they sound the same. Welcome to Yueyang.”

Chu Hong smiled and shook hands with him, saying, “If I have the chance to come to Yueyang, I will definitely trouble you.”

Then she said to the other classmates, “Director Yang, Instructor Zhou, Captain Feng, you won’t object to me going to your place to trouble you, will you?”

The others were initially a little dissatisfied with Liu Yanghe’s eagerness, but after hearing Chu Hong’s words, their discomfort vanished, and they all warmly welcomed him. I, on the other hand, secretly admired Chu Hong’s outstanding memory.

I raised my glass and said, "Come on, let's drink to making new friends and to our friendship!"

Everyone raised their glasses and stood up. Old Yang smiled and said, "And to comfort our Chief Zhang's unfortunate experience, cheers!"

When Pigeon heard Old Yang say this, a hint of concern flashed in her eyes as she looked at me. I smiled wryly and said, "Thank you,"

and downed my drink in one gulp.

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became lively. Pigeon, being a reporter, was often out and about, so it was normal for her to have a high alcohol tolerance. Unexpectedly, the refined Chu Hong was also a skilled drinker. After several glasses of baijiu, she was completely unaffected, much to the surprise of the men. In their eyes, Pigeon was my girlfriend, and they were too embarrassed to offer her a drink. Chu Hong, on the other hand, had a high alcohol tolerance and was a colleague, so they felt closer to her. Therefore, everyone spontaneously asked Chu Hong to drink with them. Chu Hong accepted everyone's invitation, only asking that the other person drink one glass while she drank one sip. My buddies were all seasoned police officers who had been tested by alcohol, so naturally they wouldn't and wouldn't be embarrassed to argue with a beautiful lady. Besides, being able to drink a few more glasses with such a beautiful colleague was something they were willing to do even if they got drunk. So, their back-and-forth drinking left Pigeon and me alone in some peace and quiet.

Pigeon seemed unconcerned about their toasting of Chu Hong, appearing quite relaxed. I, however, was a little worried. After all, she was Pigeon's new friend, and it was our first meeting; it wouldn't be good if she got drunk. I whispered to Pigeon, "How's Chu Hong's alcohol tolerance? We shouldn't get them drunk."

Pigeon placed a large lobster on my plate and said softly, "It's alright, Ah Hong is my good friend. I know her alcohol tolerance. You should worry about your classmate; I think it'll be your classmate who gets drunk in the end."

I was a little skeptical, but seeing Pigeon's confident expression, I said nothing more. Pigeon smiled at them, occasionally telling me about her recent trips and interviews. Listening to her gentle voice and feeling the sweet scent emanating from her laughter, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. Thinking about my upcoming marriage, I didn't know how to tell her, and my mind was a jumbled mess.

"You two, stop hiding and whispering! Let's drink!"

Zhou Qiang called out, holding up his glass.

I smiled and was about to speak when Pigeon interrupted, "Zhou, what's wrong? Can't you handle this little bit?"

Zhou Qiang's face was flushed with alcohol. Hearing Pigeon's words, he shouted, "Just kidding! Who can't? I just told you not to hide on the sidelines, let's all have a good time!"

I picked up my glass, "Sure thing, come on, let's have a drink, brothers. I'll start!" I said, downing the liquor in my glass in one gulp, turning the bottom of the glass outwards, and said, "Cheers!"

They also raised their glasses and downed their drinks.

While everyone was toasting, I looked at Chu Hong. She must have drunk about two or three ounces of baijiu, but her fair cheeks showed no signs of alcohol. Noticing my gaze, she smiled slightly and nodded at me. It seemed Pigeon was right; Chu Hong was indeed a master of drinking.

As the drinking progressed, everyone became more talkative. Almost everyone present was from the public security system, and the conversation inevitably revolved around their work. They talked about cases, income, and social trends. Chu Hong was particularly interested in events happening at the grassroots level, frequently asking questions, which the questioners answered with even more enthusiasm.

It seemed similar throughout the province; power, money, and connections had a significant impact on the public security system, and those working at the grassroots level often received little reward. Whether or not one was already part of that invisible web, everyone harbored resentment and discontent. With drinks making their eyes and ears flushed, and a beautiful woman listening attentively, they were naturally willing to share everything. I had intended to voice my own complaints, but just as I was about to speak, Pigeon pinched me hard under the table, making me realize something was amiss. Chu Hong was from the Provincial Public Security Bureau; although I didn't know which department, it was always best to remain silent in her presence.

"I heard from Director Yang that you've had some unfortunate experience?"

Chu Hong smiled at me and asked, "Could you tell us?"

For some reason, Chu Hong suddenly shifted the topic to me.

Pigeon looked at me with concern. I pretended to be distressed, sighed deeply, and fiddled with the wine glass in my hand, saying weakly, "Sigh! Never mind."

Seeing my suspenseful act, before Pigeon and Chu Hong could express their opinions, a few guys who valued women over friendship started to make a fuss, shouting that they wanted to force me to drink so I could sober up.

I said helplessly, "Okay! I'll confess, I'll confess."

I then recounted the events of today's case analysis class in detail, emphasizing the smug, smug smile of the homeroom teacher. Old Yang, who was a bit excited from drinking, even imitated the smile twice, which sent chills down everyone's spine. Liu Yanghe also told Chu Hong gleefully what kind of punishment I would receive.

Hearing the punishments Liu Yanghe mentioned, Pigeon couldn't help but squeeze my hand. Although her beautiful face was still full of smiles, her clear, watery eyes were full of concern. As everyone gradually quieted down, Chu Hong smiled and asked Liu Yanghe, "What do you think of his opinion? What's your take on it?"

Liu Yanghe's face, flushed with alcohol, trembled with excitement. "Actually, those of us working at the grassroots level have similar thoughts to him. After all, our case-handling budget is limited. If we invest so much in one case, the investment in other cases will definitely be affected."

Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing Liu Yanghe's words. Feng Gang interjected, "Take our bureau for example. Drug enforcement and serious criminal cases are handled by the Major Crimes Unit, which has more than 30 people. The annual personnel cost and case-handling budget total more than 500,000 yuan, which is barely enough. We can often only catch a few cases with particularly bad impact each year. If criminals escape, unless the city approves special funds, we can only watch as criminals go unpunished."

Old Yang also said, "So now the grassroots are trying to control and reduce the number of cases filed, focusing on investigating the situation, and then launching a large-scale crackdown when the higher-ups issue orders for a crackdown or other actions."

He chuckled and added, "Now the people all say that we police are..."

He coughed twice, picked up his wine glass, and brought it to his mouth.

Zhou Qiang looked at me with some sympathy and said, "Zhang XX is just not thinking straight. Those opinions are fine to be discussed privately, why did he have to say them in the group discussion? Those ignorant little guys don't understand these principles. Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

"Hehe, there are ladies here, and you still swear,"

Liu Yanghe picked up his wine glass and shouted, "A penalty drink."

"Yes, yes, a penalty drink!" Everyone shouted, wanting to punish Zhou Qiang by making him drink. The originally somewhat gloomy atmosphere became cheerful. Zhou Qiang readily said, "Okay, I was wrong, I accept the punishment!" He

tilted his head back and swallowed the glass of wine.

That's how it is when you're really into drinking at a table; hardly any food is touched, except for the shrimp served with the drinks, which are completely devoured. We did, however, drink four bottles of 52-proof sake. In the end, the men were the most tipsy, while Pigeon and Chu Hong, who had also drunk quite a bit, were perfectly fine. As we left, a slightly drunk Liu Yanghe held Chu Hong's hand, repeatedly wishing her to visit him in Yueyang, promising to be a good host.

The other classmates left in taxis, while Chu Hong drove her own car—an Audi with police license plates. She smiled and said goodbye, wishing us a good night. After everyone had left, the cool night air was thick with the smell of alcohol. Pigeon invited me to her car; she had told me to drink less at the table and invited me to a bar later, so I was fine.

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Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 24

The car stopped near the newly built city square. I didn't ask Pigeon why she stopped there, but just followed her as we strolled slowly along the beautiful street.

Once again, I was alone with Pigeon. Although we were in a bustling street, it felt as if it were just the two of us. A strange feeling stirred my heartbeat. Pigeon's eyes were clear as water. Seeing me standing there blankly, she couldn't help but smile. She naturally took my arm with her fair skin and said, "Let's go."

Her sudden affectionate gesture caught me off guard, and I didn't know what to do. I just said blankly, "Aren't we going to a bar?" "We're going to a bar," Pigeon said coquettishly. "It's just ahead."

I looked ahead, and indeed, a long string of neon lights shone with captivating charm in the night.

We walked arm in arm, like lovers in the throes of passion. Pigeon's warm and straightforward attitude completely dispelled my initial awkwardness. Thinking back to how I hadn't known how to face Pigeon, with whom I'd had a less-than-intense encounter, it was all unnecessary worry. The orange streetlights cast a warm glow around us, and my mood softened involuntarily. On such a delightful night, with a beautiful woman like Pigeon by my side, what could be more pleasant? "

Your classmates are quite interesting," Pigeon whispered in my ear. Thinking about how they looked earlier, I couldn't help but laugh. Yes, they, like me, came from humble backgrounds, and it was inevitable that they would lose their composure in front of two such beautiful women. Pigeon stopped and looked at me, saying, "Two beauties, who's prettier, me or Chu Hong?"

I said, "Of course you're prettier." Pigeon smiled sweetly, "Really." I nodded seriously, "Really." However, I deliberately paused, drawing out my words. Pigeon asked, "But what?

" I said, "In my classmates' eyes, Chu Hong might be prettier." Pigeon pressed, "Why?"

Actually, in terms of looks alone, Pigeon is far superior to Chu Hong, but both have a refined and elegant air, making it difficult to choose. I deliberately grinned mischievously and said, "You don't know, in men's eyes, a toad that they have the chance to possess is prettier than a swan flying in the sky." Hearing this, a blush immediately rose on Pigeon's pretty face, and she lowered her head slightly, no longer speaking.

We walked silently for a while, then Pigeon suddenly smiled and said to me, "You described Chu Hong as a toad, do you know which department in the Public Security Bureau she's in?"

I lazily said, "Who cares which department she's in? It's none of my business anyway." Pigeon smiled and said, "You're wrong. She's connected to all of you. And very connected at that." Thinking back to how Pigeon had repeatedly stopped me from speaking at the banquet, I couldn't help but wonder, "Which department is she in?"

Pigeon softly uttered two words: "Seventh Division." "What?" I exclaimed, startled. "Seventh Division? The

Seventh Division is a newly established department within the Provincial Public Security Bureau, responsible for internal investigations. It wields immense power, essentially a combination of the functions of the Discipline Inspection Commission and the Anti-Corruption Bureau. We jokingly call it the Anti-Corruption Agency." I asked, somewhat puzzled, "Then Chu Hong is…?" The

composition of the Seventh Division is highly confidential, but we still know they are all young people who graduated from police academies and have strong backgrounds; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to control us, who are used to running rampant.

Pigeon brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and whispered, "Think about it, are there any people with the surname Chu in the provincial leadership?"

I suddenly realized, she's Chu XX…

Pigeon nodded. Laughing, she said, "What? You seem scared? You're not a corrupt cop either, are you?" I smiled wryly and said, "I'm not even qualified to be corrupt. So what are you afraid of?"

Pigeon asked with a hint of mockery. I sighed and said, "Well, you know the social environment these days. People in the police force have some power. Not to mention others, just take myself. I don't have any major problems, but I basically don't pay for my own smoking and drinking. Occasionally, someone will treat me to entertainment." Pigeon laughed and said, "These are all minor problems." I said, "It's a small problem, but if others keep harping on it, it'll be a big problem.

" Pigeon sighed softly, "Actually, most civil servants are like that nowadays, you don't need to worry too much. Besides," she looked up at me affectionately and said, "you're still a good police officer with feelings and intentions." Feelings and intentions—hearing Pigeon say this, my face flushed slightly. Thinking about what I had done, I could only smile bitterly to myself.

Amidst our laughter, we arrived at the entrance of an elegantly designed bar. Pigeon grabbed my arm and said, "Let's go to this one!" I looked up at the sign; the neon lights illuminated the words "Dream City." I nodded and followed Pigeon inside.

Romantic and melodious saxophone music danced in the ambiguous air. Under the dim yellow lights, the crowds moved about as if in a fog, and beams of colorful spotlights swept across the vast space.

I felt a little uncomfortable in this environment without the loud music and dancing. The men and women in the bar wore alluring outfits, exaggerating their beautiful bodies or bulging wallets. Everyone seemed to be scrutinizing their surroundings with hungry eyes, like wolves about to pounce on their prey.

Pigeon skillfully said a few words in English to the waiter, then smiled and said to me, "What? You rarely come to places like this?" I nodded; this kind of high-society leisure wasn't common where I came from. I smiled again and said, "Perhaps people where I come from don't like this kind of thing. As long as you have money, there are plenty of places to indulge your desires."

Pigeon's face flushed slightly; she understood what I meant.

A dashing middle-aged man walked up to our table, dressed head to toe in designer clothes, his arrogance proving he was a very successful man. He nodded slightly to me, then gracefully bent down and whispered something in Pigeon's ear. He seemed to be an acquaintance of hers. For some reason, I couldn't stand his elegant, aristocratic manner. Watching him and the pigeon talk in hushed tones, I felt a pang of sadness.

The pigeon pointed lightly at me, shaking her head and whispering something. It seemed that man wanted to ask her out; what a bastard, he completely disregarded me, a grown man, daring to steal her right in front of me. I suppressed my agitation and stared coldly at the man.

He continued talking to the pigeon, glancing at me briefly before turning away. Though it was just a fleeting glance, the disdain and contempt in his eyes were deeply imprinted on my mind. A slight argument seemed to have broken out between the pigeon and him; the man's voice grew louder, and he grabbed the pigeon's arm, muttering, "Just a pretty boy, no need for this..." This reached my ears, instantly igniting my already volatile temper.

I jumped up, grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him towards me, almost touching his nose, saying, "What did you say?" The middle-aged man's fair face contorted uncontrollably as he glared at me fiercely, saying, "What do you want?" I didn't speak, just stared coldly at him. "Trying to outdo me in ruthlessness? You're far from it." I'd seen plenty of those ruthless gangsters with their fierce eyes; they all cowered under my piercing gaze, let alone you—and sure enough, in a very short moment, his gaze became panicked. I gave him a slight shove, and he stumbled back several steps, nearly bumping into a waiter walking towards us. He struggled to regain his balance, glared at me fiercely, and walked out of the bar in a disheveled state.

I didn't know how Pigeon would view my rough action, so I looked at her with slight unease. Pigeon's beautiful face remained calm and expressionless, as if she hadn't noticed the conflict between the two men that had just occurred in front of her.

Perhaps conflicts are commonplace in places like this. The people around me didn't give me much of a second glance. Even the waiter who brought the drinks had a nonchalant expression, professionally smiling as he said, "Gentlemen, here are your drinks." He placed a tall glass filled with a deep blue liquid in front of me, and then handed a glass filled with an orange-red liquid to Pigeon, before giving a slight bow and saying, "Enjoy your drinks." He slowly retreated from our table.

Damn, this is what they call high society manners, I thought to myself. Even the waiters are so indifferent. Pigeon said softly, "This is our most famous Deep Blue, it has a very unique flavor, I hope you like it." I nodded, picked up the glass, and through the deep blue liquid, Pigeon seemed shrouded in a mysterious and beautiful blue, looking so captivating.

It was bitter, very astringent. That was my initial feeling. After downing the entire glass of Deep Blue, I felt the cool liquid burn like a raging fire in my stomach, followed by a rich aroma and sweetness that soothed my throat. "So comfortable!" I couldn't help but exclaim.

Seeing my reaction, Pigeon couldn't help but chuckle. "Want another glass?" I shook my head. "No, thank you. One glass is enough to savor the good stuff."

Pigeon put down her glass, her clear eyes looking at me. "Why didn't you ask me who that man was?" I looked at her radiant face, a wave of self-consciousness washing over me. With a slight pang of bitterness, I said, "Who he is isn't important. I just don't like his attitude." Pigeon's eyes dimmed. After a moment of silence, she said, "His name is Yang Chengdong. He's the nephew of the Vice Governor of X Province. He works in the Municipal Propaganda Department." Pigeon's

gaze casually swept around, and she said lightly, "He's been pursuing me." I smiled bitterly and said, "Fine!" "Is he royalty? Then didn't I just ruin your plans?" Pigeon heard the sarcasm in my words but continued nonchalantly, "He pursued me because he wanted me to be his mistress. His son is already in middle school."

For some reason, listening to Pigeon's nonchalant tone, as if she were telling someone else's story, I felt a pang of pain in my heart.

Before I could react, Pigeon had already extended her hand to me: "Would you like to dance with me?" I said somewhat awkwardly, "Uh... I only know how to dance slow waltz..." Pigeon smiled and stood up: "Let's dance slow waltz."

Holding Pigeon's slender, supple waist, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her body, I felt somewhat lost amidst the dazzling, ever-changing neon lights. The music had changed to Na Ying's at some point. Every night, loneliness always accompanies me; every dusk, my heart beats with anticipation, a testament to my boundless tenderness. Each time I face you, I dare not look into your eyes; behind my gentle smile, how many tears and sorrows lie hidden… Listening to this song, tinged with a touch of melancholy, my heart seemed to soften as well. My grip on Pigeon's slender waist tightened. Her full breasts pressed against my chest; we could both feel the alluring beat of each other's hearts.

Pigeon's hand, which had been on my shoulder, slowly moved, encircling my neck along with her other hand. Her clear eyes gazed at me with tenderness. We remained still to the rhythm of the music, swaying only slightly. The pigeon nestled its head on my shoulder, its eyes half-closed, softly humming along to the music, "Embracing you, oh my baby, do you see me crying? Does loving you make me sad, break my heart? Embracing you, oh my baby, do you know I can't back down, even though I'm pale, haggard, and scarred."

Listening to the pigeon's soft, almost weeping song in my arms, a warm current welled up from the bottom of my heart. My hand, holding her slender waist, gently caressed her body, my mind filled with tenderness. I wished time could stop at this moment, so we could embrace each other forever.

And so, we danced two songs on the dance floor, then sat down to drink several glasses of various colors and names of wine, then danced two more songs, neither of us saying a word. It seemed neither of us wanted to break the beautiful atmosphere.

Time flowed quietly by like water.

I knew, or rather, I sensed, that tonight, my relationship with Pigeon would take a further step. Perhaps, tonight, Pigeon would completely open her wonderful world to me. There was no reason; it was simply a feeling, a very strange feeling. I completely forgot that I still needed to go back to school, to register tomorrow, and to face the punishment that awaited

me. However, even if my mind wasn't completely sober from the alcohol, I wouldn't give up this warm moment with Pigeon. Stepping out of the bar, I was surprised to find a long-awaited downpour washing over the beautiful city. The wind, carrying cool raindrops, rushed towards us, and the fresh air in the rain cleared my alcohol-induced haze. Turning to look at Pigeon, her thin silk dress fluttered in the night breeze, revealing the exquisite curves of her beautiful body without reservation. I couldn't help but be captivated.

The pigeon was completely unaware that my ardent gaze was greedily sweeping over her body. Looking out at the silken rain, she stretched out her fair arm, the dense raindrops instantly creating tiny dimples on her delicate skin. The clean rainwater gathered into glistening droplets and flowed down her outstretched arm, slowly trickling onto her smooth shoulder. My gaze was captivated by this enchanting sight. With the flow of the raindrops, I saw a fine chill bloom on her delicate skin, and a surge of tenderness welled up within me. I longed to immediately pull her into my arms and shower her with tender caresses.

The pigeon gently flicked her rain-soaked arm towards me, and I felt a cool sensation on my face, countless tiny raindrops. Just as I was about to speak, a bolt of lightning ripped through the city's night sky, illuminating the entire world in a blinding white, followed by a distant rumble of thunder.

Do you know? The pigeon said to me, "This is Changsha's first thunderstorm of the year." I laughed and said, "I'm so lucky to have caught it." I paused and added, "And I'm even experiencing this thunderstorm with you." The pigeon gave me a charming smile and said, "How are we going to get through this heavy rain?" I pretended to take off my shirt and laughed, "You can use my shirt to shield yourself from the rain, and we'll rush through." The pigeon laughed, "Your shirt is so thin, what good will it do?" I laughed too, "Then what should we do? You're a police officer, you should protect us, the people, what do you think we should do?" The pigeon said with a charming laugh. I shook my head and sighed, shrugging helplessly at the pigeon.

The pigeon looked at me with a smile, "How long has it been since you've been soaked to the bone?" I was stunned and hadn't reacted yet. The pigeon had already grabbed my hand and rushed into the rain. In an instant, the rain, like whips, lashed down, stinging my skin. After running only a dozen meters, all my clothes were completely soaked, and in the white rain, everything in front of me was a blur.

I don't know why, but running wildly in this thunderstorm brought back a long-forgotten yet familiar feeling. Memories of youthful revelry and singing in the rain flooded back. I couldn't help but quicken my pace, dragging Pigeon's hand as we raced forward, completely oblivious to the surprised looks from people seeking shelter on the street.

The air in the rain seemed especially fresh, making me feel invigorated. Soon we reached the parking lot. Pigeon opened the car door and got in, while I felt a pang of longing for the feeling of being washed clean in the rain, as if my body and soul had been cleansed by the refreshing rain.

However, as soon as I sat in the car, my emotions and desires were aroused by Pigeon's wet, almost naked, beautiful body. Her soaked dress clung tightly to her body, exposing her curvaceous and beautiful figure to me. The glimpses of her black bra were clearly visible through her full breasts, and the small, milky-white silk panties between her long, straight legs tempted me to pounce on her and indulge myself. Pigeon, shy and unable to look at me, was too alluring for me to resist. I leaned in and embraced her waist; she let out a soft moan and nestled into my arms. Our lips met instantly. Pigeon's lips were cool, her tongue smooth and fragrant as it brushed against mine. I greedily sucked on her lips and tongue, while my rough hands roamed over her beautiful breasts. The soft, elastic feel was intoxicating, igniting a fire within me. We held each other tightly, lost in the chaotic, intense pleasure of our embrace. The only sounds in the cramped carriage were the raindrops pattering against the car body and our heavy breathing.

I could feel Pigeon trembling slightly under my strong, almost frantic caresses. This slight trembling only fueled my desire. I leaned forward, reaching for her hips, intending to lift her up. A loud honking startled us, snapping us out of our passionate embrace. It turned out my movements had been too loud and had hit the car horn.

Pigeon snapped out of her daze, straightened her disheveled clothes, gave me a shy, reproachful glare, and then smiled sweetly. Seeing her smile, my heart warmed, and I wanted to go closer again, but Pigeon gently but firmly stopped me. She whispered, "Come to my house, okay? Of course it's okay! It's

wonderful, absolutely wonderful, hehe."

The car silently pulled up to the entrance of a building. The rain obscured the sign. A man in a security guard uniform shone a flashlight on the license plate in the guardhouse and pressed the switch. The automatic gate opened before us... We got out of the car in front of a small building. Influenced by Pigeon's cautious expression, I also tiptoed upstairs with her.

As soon as I entered the room, before I could even see the interior clearly, I felt Pigeon's smooth, warm body rush into my arms. An orange wall lamp illuminated the room. Perhaps it was the rain or the feeling of sneaking upstairs, but the alcohol I had suppressed surged back up. I felt feverish, and Pigeon's cheek against my shoulder felt burning hot. I looked up; in the lamplight, Pigeon nestled languidly in my arms, her beautiful face flushed red. I had never seen a woman so beautiful, even with a slight buzz from alcohol. Dove's flushed face radiated a captivating allure, drawing me into her arms like a moth drawn to a flame. Her body burned with fiery passion, undulating within me, letting me feel the soft friction of her skin.

An uncontrollable flame ignited within me. I greedily grasped Dove's small beak, sucking her sweet saliva, my hands exploring and caressing her beautifully curved body. Dove's tender lips were held tightly in my mouth, her smooth, fragrant tongue slipping into mine, teasing and sucking with the nimble grace of a snake. I felt my heart pounding, completely immersed in this tender intimacy. After what seemed like an eternity, our lips finally parted in a flurry of breath .

I gazed lovingly at the radiant Dove before me; her once clear eyes were now brimming with moisture, overflowing with tenderness. My hand slipped inside her damp clothes, its exploration tracing its way up her smooth skin. Finally, through the thin fabric, my palm touched her full, firm breasts. Dove trembled slightly, one hand encircling my waist, her head bowed to avoid my burning gaze, while her other hand slid down to my crotch. With a few gentle movements, she released my engorged penis, which had just begun to feel the cool air… Pigeon's smooth, warm little hands caressed me, first gently touching my scrotum, then grasping my hard penis and stroking it up and down. I let out a comfortable sigh, my hand, which had been resting on her breasts, moved behind her, gently pressing her warm, delicate body tightly against my chest, rubbing my strong muscles against her.

Pigeon's breathing became more and more rapid, but her lovely little hands did not loosen their caresses, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through my body from my lower abdomen. My desire burned even more fiercely, and I bit her earlobe, whispering, "I can't take it anymore, I want you." Pigeon squeezed my penis hard, smiled charmingly, and just as I was lost in ecstasy, she deftly slipped away from my embrace, leaving me with an intense feeling of emptiness and loss.

I looked at Pigeon with a puzzled expression. She smiled gently and said, "How about taking a shower first?" I looked at myself; I was soaking wet, my clothes clinging to my skin like a drowned rat. I couldn't help but laugh.

Pigeon's house was large, with a prefabricated bathroom. The sweltering heat and the effects of the alcohol had already left me drenched in sweat, and the recent downpour had left me feeling inexplicably uncomfortable. Now, being naked and letting the scalding hot water wash over me felt incredibly refreshing.

I let the water from the showerhead wash over me ... The water rushed past as I looked at myself in the mirror opposite the bathtub, which almost filled the entire wall. A strange feeling

washed over me. To be honest, I'd seen enough women's naked bodies; I'd touched and kissed every part of their forms. But I wasn't so familiar with my own. Now, the image in the mirror was staring at me, seemingly scrutinizing the world outside. My thick, short hair and stubble added to my masculinity. My well-proportioned, strong muscles, prominent pectoral muscles, and flat stomach—I admired myself in the mirror and couldn't help but whistle softly. Unfortunately, my body was covered in various scars. Some were from work, but most were from my childhood mischief. Besides, my skin was too dark. Damn, that guy just called me a pretty boy; I couldn't find a single fair spot on my body.

The bathroom door opened silently, and Pigeon, her hair flowing, a pure white towel wrapped around her waist, walked in. Seeing my naked body… My face flushed slightly. I smiled and took her hand, pulling her into the bathtub. Pigeon leaned against me obediently. I turned slightly to the side, pulled her towel off and tossed it onto the tub. Her fair and alluring body was immediately revealed in all its detail. Her firm and round breasts stood proudly on her chest, her smooth and delicate skin shone like silk. Her slender waist, long and jade-like legs, and the small but thick patch of hair between her legs were simply a masterpiece of the Creator, a man's gift.

My

body immediately reacted in the most natural way. My penis hardened and stood up, pointing diagonally at Pigeon. Pigeon leaned forward, letting the water wash over her. I lovingly stroked Pigeon's fragrant shoulders, then slid down her back, across her slender waist, and then gently kneaded her full and firm buttocks.

Perhaps it was because the human body is particularly sensitive in water, but Pigeon groaned softly as I caressed her, her body seemingly unable to stand, and she slumped softly into my arms. I took the opportunity to caress her beautiful nipples, while my erect penis eagerly thrust between her thighs. Pigeon playfully grabbed my hand that was caressing her breasts, and said softly, "Aren't you finished washing yet? Can you wait for me outside?" I said with a lewd grin, "I'm all washed, except for my little brother. I'm waiting for you to wash it for me." Pigeon's face flushed red, and she lightly punched my chest in protest, saying, "You wash it yourself." I deliberately thrust my penis against her body, saying, "My little brother is going to go inside you soon, so of course you have to wash it." Pigeon blushed at my teasing, even her neck turned red, and she squirmed in my arms in protest. I kissed her face, moving downwards inch by inch, while rubbing my hard penis against the inside of her thighs in protest.

Under my gentle advances, Pigeon closed her eyes, one hand on my waist, the other holding soap and lathering my penis and surrounding area. After lathering, she gently massaged it with her hands. Ah, so comfortable. My body, after being lathered with soap, felt incredibly stimulated by Pigeon's gentle caresses. The intense stimulation made my legs weak. Pigeon's hand slid down my penis, slowly approaching my scrotum. The exceptionally stimulating sensation in the soap lather made me gasp. I wrapped my arms around Pigeon's body and pressed my lips to her rosy lips, desperately sucking on her tongue to relieve the urge to scream from my lower body. Pigeon responded to my kiss with soft moans and passionate kisses. Her smooth, full breasts pressed against my chest, while her hands, caressing my lower body, moved rapidly and joyfully, making me feel like I could fly. I only separated from her hastily when I felt my penis swelling and I was about to ejaculate. I dried myself off and walked out of the bathroom naked.

In the bedroom, only a swan-shaped wall lamp emitted a pinkish glow, bathing the curtains, which covered almost an entire wall, in a captivating pink hue. A pair of speakers in the corner played English songs I couldn't understand. Despite the occasional rumble of thunder outside, the music, both gentle and resolute, reached my ears, filling my heart with an indescribable tenderness.

I lay comfortably on Pigeon's bed, the bed filled with the pure, clean scent unique to single women. My naked skin felt warm against the clean, soft sheets. Listening to the soft murmur of water in the bathroom, and imagining spending the night with the beautiful owner of this bed, a warm sensation spread through my body, and my heart burned with desire. I stretched lazily, closed my eyes, and awaited Pigeon's arrival.

Suddenly, the light went out. I turned to look, and there stood Pigeon, naked, in the darkness. In the hazy atmosphere, her skin had an unusual whiteness. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, and I stood up and walked to her side. Watching Pigeon's heaving breasts and listening to her slightly rapid heartbeat, a tender feeling welled up within me.

For some reason, in this gentle and enchanting moment, I found myself a little nervous, as if I had returned to my youth, as if facing this intoxicating temptation for the first time. My hand, which I wanted to reach out and caress Pigeon

, trembled slightly. For a moment, we were both silent in the darkness. Only the increasingly rapid beating of our hearts accompanied the music that filled the space. Suddenly, a series of thunderclaps boomed outside the window. Pigeon cried out in fright and flew into my arms.

I held Pigeon's cool, smooth body, letting her exquisite curves press tightly against me, gently stroking her back. Her body trembled in my arms, and even though I couldn't see her beautiful face, I could feel her infinite shyness, a shyness that broke my heart.

Pigeon's alluring breath gently brushed against my face, letting me know that she was looking up at me.

Waiting for my kiss. My heart warmed, and I lowered my head to capture her cherry lips. Her smooth, agile tongue immediately darted into my mouth, skillfully and gently stirring, intimately intertwining with mine.

My hands roamed over Pigeon's body; her skin trembled with my touch, and her body temperature gradually rose. I lifted her up by the back of her legs with one hand and carried her with the other, carrying her slowly to the bed. Pigeon's boneless body leaned softly against me, her tender little hands gently caressing my chest.

I placed Pigeon's light body on the bed and pressed myself against her. Starting from her pink face, I slowly kissed my way down, her soft neck, her smooth, rounded shoulders, her small, pink earlobes, until I reached her beautiful breasts. When I took the tiny bud on her breast into my mouth, Pigeon could no longer bear it. She embraced my head and let out a long moan. From that moment on, her moans never stopped, like a beautiful violin completely under my control, playing a melody that captivated the soul.

Although I had fantasized about physical contact with Pigeon before, it wasn't until I truly entered this blissful moment that I truly felt how alluring her body was. Her skin was clean and smooth, exuding a faint fragrance. Instead of the animalistic urges I usually felt, my desire slowly rose within a warm and joyful feeling.

I don't know why, but I had an overwhelming urge to please Pigeon and make her happy wholeheartedly. This urge was so strong that my caresses were extremely gentle. I stroked her beautiful body as if it were delicate, fragile porcelain, and my kisses flowed gently over every inch of her skin. Every tremor and every moan from Pigeon deeply touched my heart.

As my lips and tongue wandered to the mound between Pigeon's legs for what seemed like the umpteenth time, the gushing spring from her most mysterious grove told me of her joy and excitement. Pigeon's moans grew softer, her naked body writhing and curling restlessly, her hands gripping my shoulders pulling me upwards.

I knew she desperately needed my entry. After so much caressing, my urge was as strong as Pigeon's; I needed her more intensely than she needed me.

With a series of deafening thuds, I entered Pigeon's body. Although there was plenty of lubrication, her tight, narrow passage made it difficult to penetrate deeper. Every step forward required immense effort, and Pigeon's moans carried an uncontrollable pain, yet her hands remained tightly embracing my body, enduring my penetration.

When I finally fully possessed Pigeon's body, I knew she wasn't a virgin. Of course, I had never imagined Pigeon could still be a virgin, but the powerful pressure and writhing sensation from her wondrous passage were even more intense than a virgin's. I felt like an explorer of a magnificent treasure trove, experiencing wave after wave of awe and wonder amidst endless pleasure.

Gradually, Pigeon's body opened completely to me, allowing me to penetrate her deepest depths. Her panting excited me, her moans made my heart race. Her skin was cool as water, yet her interior was fiery hot, tenderly and tightly enveloping my penis, sucking and squeezing like waves with each thrust. She moved her beautiful hips to meet my entry, her two smooth jade legs wrapped around my waist. Each time I withdrew from her, she eagerly and forcefully hooked her thighs, and when I thrust violently into her deepest depths, she contracted her most tender parts with ecstatic moans, allowing us to enjoy the most intense friction and stimulation.

A flash of lightning streaked across the window, and in an instant, the entire room was bathed in white. Pigeon's fair and jade-like body was displayed before me like a masterpiece, her pink cheeks filled with extreme pleasure, her beautiful eyes brimming with a bewitching spring. Her limbs, tightly intertwined with mine, were covered in glistening beads of sweat. I was utterly captivated.

Pigeon was the kind of person who was easily satisfied; soon her whole body tensed, her mouth emitting continuous, unconscious moans, while her body contracted in waves, as if trying to completely absorb my penis into her body—she had reached orgasm. I tried my best to suppress the urge to ejaculate, maintaining the most intimate position of intercourse with her, quietly waiting for her to recover. As Pigeon gradually relaxed, I once again launched a fierce and frenzied assault on her, deeper and faster. Pigeon writhed and moaned beneath me, being sent to the peak of desire again and again.

The pigeon's moans grew weaker, like soft sobs. Her body gradually softened, while the powerful suction within her grew stronger. My will gradually lost control of my desire; I thrust rapidly deeper, wanting to give myself entirely into the pigeon's body. The pigeon sensed my impulse, tightening her arms around my waist and struggling to move her hips to meet my penetration. Finally, I erupted. Deep inside the pigeon, my penis swelled in waves, releasing all my pent-up essence into her body. The explosive feeling and the powerful impact brought us both to the peak of desire.

The thunder had gradually subsided, but the rain continued to pound relentlessly in the city's late night. I lay on the bedside table, habitually smoking, my mind blank, my body still immersed in the ecstasy of the previous moment. I felt very tired, an unavoidable weariness after extreme pleasure. The pigeon moaned softly, her moans filled with happiness and pleasure. Her soft, yielding body nestled gently against me, her delicate white hands caressing my body with tender affection.

Women are truly strange; just moments ago, the tender and beautiful Dove had been moaning and groaning like a blade of grass unable to withstand a storm, writhing and throbbing beneath me. Now, I was too exhausted to move, yet she had regained her energy. Men really do suffer in this regard, but I think no man would willingly accept such a loss, especially when faced with a woman as alluring as Dove.

Dove's pretty face, bathed in the dim light, radiated the joy of ultimate satisfaction, her eyes misty and hazy. "You know what?" Dove gently pinched the muscles of my thigh and said, "This is the first time we've made love in two years." I was slightly startled. No wonder Dove's body was as tight and compact as a virgin's, yet she knew how to cooperate to allow me to better enjoy her captivating body.

"Want to hear my story?" A lingering blush remained on Dove's face, but her tone carried a hint of melancholy: "I had a boyfriend in college, and our relationship was very good." "I swore an oath of eternal love, that I would marry no one but you, no one but you." I knew Pigeon was recounting her past, but watching the girl who had just been so passionately intimate with me now talking about other men, I still felt a pang of sadness.

Pigeon gave a bitter smile: "When I graduated, my family found me a job in Beijing, but I chose to stay in Hunan so I could be with him. I was so naive back then, thinking that love between two people was everything." I knew Pigeon didn't need my questioning; she just wanted to tell her story. Pigeon continued: "Later, he went abroad to study on a government scholarship. We agreed to marry him when he returned. Six months passed, and he stopped writing to me. I sensed something was wrong, but I still fantasized that he would come back. A year later, a letter ended everything. He had already married abroad; the daughter of an overseas Chinese was his bride." Listening to Pigeon's words, I recalled the storms I had weathered in my early life, and couldn't help but sigh. I lovingly stroked her body and said, "Life is rarely perfect; everyone experiences clashes between ideals and reality..."

Pigeon buried her head in my lower abdomen, her shoulders trembling slightly. Though she didn't cry, I knew she was weeping. I said nothing more; I knew there was no need to. I simply stroked her back silently, feeling her sorrow and helplessness. I don't know what fate has in store for me, nor do I want to know what tomorrow will bring. There's just a deep sadness in my heart. Birth, aging, sickness, death, love, hate, and all the complexities of life—we are destined to face them.

Outside the window, thunder, lightning, and a raging storm made the tranquility and warmth of the moment all the more poignant. Looking at the little... The pigeon nestled against me like a bird, and a dull ache pierced my heart. I was about to get married, about to build a new home with Luli, who loved me deeply. And the pigeon—I knew I had hurt her, hurt Luli, and hurt myself. I didn't regret it; I just felt an endless sorrow, a deep, helpless, and resigned sorrow.

I gently lifted the pigeon and looked at her, saying, "Pigeon, I have something to tell you." I wanted to tell her that I was getting married, that we were destined to be just friends. The pigeon seemed to sense my emotions, and she covered my mouth with her small hand. "Don't say anything," she said. "Tonight, all I want is for you to hold me tight and cherish me." The pigeon's eyes were filled with deep, tender affection. My heart warmed, and I hugged her tightly. My body felt soft.

I awoke from a deep sleep. Outside the window, it was still dark before dawn.

A lingering scent of her body still lingered on my pillow. Pigeon was no longer beside me. I knew she was gone. The senses of the morning seemed particularly acute; I had a feeling that Pigeon knew far more than I had anticipated.

Under the pale yellow light, I saw several pink sheets of paper filled with writing on the bedside table. Suddenly, I felt an urge to cry. Slowly, I picked up the papers, my heart pounding. I wondered what Pigeon would say to me.

After thinking about it quietly for a long time, I realized that I still had to pick up my pen and write to you. Perhaps this was the best way for a woman to express her feelings completely rationally—subtle yet profound. From that night at the observatory… Afterwards, I suddenly felt a sense of loss. I mean, I never intended to possess you or take over your life; what truly moved me was the peace we shared. However, we almost shattered this hard-won beauty.

So I carefully considered whether there had ever been anything that could be called love between us. If there was love, it must have been a fleeting, intense emotion; if such a fleeting love existed, it would inevitably fade away after our union—that was certainly not my intention. Therefore, in a way, I really have to thank the bureau leaders for their timely summons.

Then I heard the news of your upcoming marriage, and I felt an urge to cry tears of joy. Strangely enough, I felt no sadness whatsoever; when I heard the news, I simply said, "Oh? Is that so?" "

On the contrary, I'm quite happy for you.

Because from any perspective, the nature of our relationship directly affects others. Maintaining a friendly distance is peaceful and harmless.

In short, the person who will grow old with you won't be me, nor should it be me, but I will hold your hand. If you need me, I will be there for you. Because 'loving you' is the only thing I'm certain of, like the starlight reflecting on the night sky, peaceful and beautiful.

The moment I saw you again, my heart suddenly ached. I knew I couldn't resist your attraction; I was destined to be a moth drawn to the flame. Do you know why I told you my story? Because I don't want to fall into it again. Your world has Luli, your feelings..." Xiaoling is in there. I don't want to intrude into your world. I only want to be your friend, less than a wife, more than a lover. Let's hold hands and walk together for a while, no matter what storms lie ahead.

After tonight, I will love you even more, with my heart, my feelings, and my body. I will always be your confidant and lover. You must love me and cherish me, just as I love and cherish you. Although I can't always be by your side,

please remember every word I say and put it into the light of your memory, along with the letter, so that it will never fall away.

Kiss you!

Your eternal dove tears finally flowed from my eyes. I seemed to see the dove smiling gently in front of me, telling me what she was feeling.

Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 26

The morning air after the rain was filled with a fresh, fragrant scent. A stroll on the deserted track would certainly be a delightful experience. But running 10,000 meters wouldn't be so pleasant, especially after barely sleeping all night in bed. My body was already aching, and now I was dizzy, short of breath, and seeing stars.

I couldn't even tell how many laps I was running; an 800-meter lap meant 12 and a half laps. It was a truly arduous journey. Back at school from Pigeon's place, I washed my face in my dorm and was immediately called out by the duty officer, ordered to run 10,000 meters on the track and then go to the department office to see my class advisor. What's meant to happen will happen; there's no escaping what's expected. I had no choice but to obediently come and run.

Although I was being punished, I was in a very good mood. I had spent such a gentle and beautiful night with the pigeons, and my emotions hadn't yet recovered from that sweetness. However, my body was protesting in various ways, quite different from my mood. How long had it been? I couldn't figure it out, I really couldn't figure out how long it had been since I'd done such intense exercise. Thinking back to those spirited days, alas, time waits for no one. I'm not in my early twenties anymore. Although I'm still two years away from turning thirty, my spirit and mindset seem to have already passed that point.

A few students were starting to move around on the tree-lined path beside the playground. They were young people who loved sports, doing simple bodyweight exercises or gymnastics. There wasn't anyone like me, running wildly on the playground despite the wind and rain. What a pity, I thought to myself, no one to share this thrill of exercise and speed with.

The wind whistled across my face, the puddles crumbled under my feet, and my legs felt heavier and heavier. Round and round I ran, my mind losing all sense of distance. All I knew was to keep moving, my feet feeling like they were strapped to heavy stones. Damn it, why hadn't the officer supervising me on duty signaled the end yet? I wondered to myself, does this guy have a grudge against me? Where is he from? Hengyang, I think? No, Yueyang? I don't think I've offended him. Lost in these random thoughts

, I mechanically continued running. When I finally followed the officer into the department's academic affairs office, utterly exhausted, I couldn't even muster the strength to force a smile when faced with the usually intimidating dean and my class teacher. Their stern, earnest admonitions only made my ears ring; the only sound I could hear was the sweat dripping down my skin. Whether they were in a particularly good mood or my pitiful expression moved them, they let me out in less than half an hour, much to my surprise. Considering their usual cold-bloodedness and heartlessness, I dared not imagine that they had let me go out of pity; they must have other important matters to attend to or were preparing to deal with me in other ways.

But I couldn't be bothered to think about it anymore. I stumbled back to my dorm, and amidst the sympathetic and comforting gazes of my roommates, I collapsed onto my bed. The wooden plank bed, which I usually found hard and cold, felt soft and cozy like heaven. I quickly fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, a light drizzle was still falling outside the window. I took a long, refreshing shower in the bathroom at the end of the corridor, feeling invigorated and full of energy. Only my stomach kept rumbling in protest. I checked the time; it was already 3 PM. I usually get hungry if I miss a meal, but today I hadn't eaten for two, and the hunger pangs in my stomach suddenly felt even more intense.

Eating was the only thought on my mind as I hurried towards the food street outside the school. The beautiful colors of the various dishes kept flashing before my eyes. I swallowed hard, desperately suppressing my burning hunger, and urged myself to quicken my pace.

Just as I stepped out of the school gate, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, my phone started ringing incessantly.

I pulled out my phone and saw an unfamiliar number. Who could it be? I pressed the answer button, and a pleasant female voice came through the phone: "Is this Zhang XX? This is Chu Hong." Chu Hong? Who is Chu Hong? My mind went blank for a moment. I'm Pigeon's friend. We had dinner together yesterday. I suddenly realized, Chu Hong from the Seventh Division of the Provincial Department. I said quickly, "Chu Hong, hello! I'm sorry, I drank too much yesterday, and my head is still spinning." Chu Hong chuckled and said, "Are you free now? I have something I'd like to talk to you about." "

Yes, yes, I'm free." I readily agreed. Even if she wasn't Pigeon's friend, just her position in the Provincial Department's Seventh Division of the Independent Commission Against Corruption and her unfathomable background would make anyone with a modicum of sense refuse. "

Let's meet at the Classic Coffee Shop in Heiwado. I'll treat you to coffee. Can you make it in half an hour?" Chu Hong's voice was calm, but there was an underlying, undeniable pressure. It's about a twenty-minute taxi ride from the school to Heiwado. Today is the weekend, so traffic shouldn't be too bad; I should be able to make it. I immediately replied, "Okay, I'll be there in half an hour." "Alright then! See you later, bye-bye!" I hung up the phone, hailed a taxi, and plopped down, saying, "Heiwado." I sat in the chair, nervously thinking. We'd only met yesterday, and now they wanted to meet me for coffee? What could it be about? I wondered. Maybe they wanted to ask about our area. Rumor had it that the Seventh Division was planning some big moves this year, and some local police chiefs might be in trouble. Could it be that our area had fallen under the Seventh Division's crackdown?

Who in our bureau would be doomed then? I thought with a touch of schadenfreude.

Mmm, it smelled so good! The aroma of food wafted from the various food stalls along the roadside, making me feel my unbearable hunger again. Ugh, what a miserable life, starving and still having to drink coffee. Looking at the mouthwatering food outside the car window, I couldn't help but swallow and sigh at my misfortune. "

Classic Coffee Shop," I said, my eyes widening as I searched the lobby aimlessly. A waiter approached and asked, "Sir, how many of you?" I waved my hand and said, "I'm looking for someone." The waiter left without a word. Yesterday, Chu Hong was wearing a police uniform, and my mind was preoccupied with the pigeons, so I honestly couldn't remember what Chu Hong looked like. I looked around the lobby, but there was no one in a police uniform. What should I do now?

Just then, a woman reached out her hand to me from a seat by the window facing the street. I quickly went over. Thank goodness, it really was Chu Hong. If she hadn't waved, I really wouldn't know what to do. I sat down in the chair opposite her. Before I could even speak, Chu Hong looked at her watch, smiled, and said, "Very punctual, twenty-seven minutes." I smiled back and said, "Punctuality is our most basic professional principle." Chu Hong asked me, "How about a cup of Brazilian coffee? It tastes very authentic." I said, "Okay, I don't know much about coffee anyway, you decide." The rich aroma of coffee filled the air. Chu Hong didn't seem in a hurry to speak, slowly stirring the coffee with a small spoon. I patiently remained silent, waiting for her to speak. However, I didn't have her elegant ladylike demeanor. I haphazardly added milk and sugar cubes to the coffee, waited a while, and then started drinking it sip by sip. The coffee was very sweet, and it felt comfortably warm in my stomach. On the surface, I still sat upright, but my mind started wandering. I seemed to have heard that beer is liquid bread, so what is this liquid coffee? This coffee is much more expensive than beer, should it be called liquid cake or liquid gold? I kept thinking like this, enduring this unbearable silence.

Chu Hong suddenly chuckled, "Did the pigeon tell you?" I was stunned for a moment: "What?" Chu Hong smiled and said, "She told you I work in the Seventh Division?" I didn't know how to answer, so I nodded slightly. "No wonder you and I look like you're being interrogated sitting together," Chu Hong's smile held a hint of teasing. "It seems Pigeon really treats you well. I told her to keep it a secret, but she just wouldn't." I didn't know if my face turned red, but I remained silent, honestly or rather, cleverly, like a schoolchild who had done something wrong in front of the teacher. "

Don't be so serious. Today I just want to talk to you as a friend," Chu Hong said gently. "A friend?" I couldn't help but give a wry smile. Making friends with people in the Seventh Division was something a lowly section-level cadre like me couldn't possibly do. The Seventh Division supervised and investigated cadres at the division level and above. Chu Hong seemed to sense what I was thinking and smiled, saying, "Pigeon is my best friend, and you're Pigeon's best friend too, aren't we friends?" When she said "you're Pigeon's best friend," her tone became teasing, and her eyes, filled with a warm smile, made me avoid her gaze.

Chu Hong seemed to enjoy my awkwardness, sipping her coffee contentedly. I never imagined that this seemingly gentle and refined woman could possess such sharp wit. Appearances can be deceiving! No, I couldn't remain passive like this; I had to fight back. I couldn't let Pigeon's friend look down on me.

Since we were friends, I interrupted her as soon as she spoke: "Since we're friends, then I won't stand on ceremony." I waved to the waiter and ordered an Italian steak and a pasta dish from the drinks menu. Then, very gentlemanly, I asked Chu Hong, "What would you like to order?" Chu Hong shook her head, slightly surprised. I told the waiter to call the kitchen quickly. Then I picked up my coffee cup and drank the coffee in one gulp.

Meeting Chu Hong's probing gaze, I tried my best to make my expression and eyes appear utterly sincere. I spoke casually, as if talking to a close friend: "You know, I talked too much in class yesterday, so I got punished today. I already slept late, and then just as dawn broke, the duty officer dragged me to the track for a 10,000-meter sprint, and then the dean of academic affairs and my homeroom teacher gave me an hour of 'moral education.' I was so exhausted that I lay in bed and slept until just now. I took a shower, intending to have a big meal to make up for my physical and mental exhaustion, but your call forced me to rush here. If I don't eat something now, I'll scream for help." Before I could finish, Chu Hong laughed.

I continued, "As the saying goes, 'Man is iron, food is steel; a meal missed is a meal lost.' Look at me, so big, I haven't eaten a single grain of rice for two meals in a row, and I've used up so much energy. Since we're friends, you should treat me to a nice meal, but instead you called me here to offer me water, it's like you're giving me a stomach lavage! How can you be so heartless?" Hearing my somewhat cheeky complaints, Chu Hong suppressed her laughter and deliberately put on a stern face, saying, "So you're saying I was wrong? Okay, then I'll treat you to a good meal, so you won't complain to Pigeon that I'm mistreating you and starving you. I can't bear Pigeon getting angry at me." The atmosphere began to become more harmonious, and we started chatting casually. When the waiter brought the steaming steak and noodles, I ate without any hesitation. My stomach, which was already starving, made it difficult for me to maintain any so-called elegant eating manners. But then again, given the close relationship between Chu Hong and Pigeon, I think Chu Hong probably knows a little about my situation, so I don't need to pretend to be a gentleman in front of her. My stomach, which had been empty all day, was finally comforted. The comfortable and fulfilling taste made me feel that this was the most delicious steak I had ever eaten in my life.

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Fallen Policeman (3) Chapter 27

The wine hadn't been drunk, but the meal was already full. Two empty plates, with only some soup and grease remaining, sat on the table. "So satisfying!" I said sincerely, patting my stomach. Chu Hong had been looking at me with a hint of appreciation. Seeing my comfortable state, she smiled and said, "Are you full? Would you like some more?" I said, "That's enough, thank you! As the ancients said, 'A drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude.' I won't thank Miss Chu for her great kindness today. If you have the chance to visit us in the future, I will certainly treat you with the utmost sincerity." Hearing my boastful words, Chu Hong just smiled, called the waiter to clean up, and then took out a pack of Furongwang cigarettes and handed it to me: "Want one?" I hadn't expected Chu Hong to carry cigarettes with her. Actually, I've seen many women smoke, but generally speaking, women like Chu Hong, who are considered white-collar workers, usually smoke menthol-type cigarettes.

Seeing my lack of immediate reaction, Chu Hong took out a cigarette, pulled out a rather unique lighter from her pocket, and lit it. As a cloud of smoke filled the air between us, Chu Hong smiled and said, "What's wrong? Isn't it said that a cigarette after a meal is like being in heaven?" I then realized what she meant, took a cigarette from the pack in her hand, and was about to take out my lighter when Chu Hong had already put the lighter to my lips. With a whoosh, a bluish flame appeared, and I lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled, saying, "Thank you!" Chu Hong casually looked around the hall and said lightly, "What? Don't you often see women smoking?" I paused for a moment and said, "No, it's just that it's rare to see a woman like you smoking this kind of... how should I put it? It's more of a masculine cigarette." Chu Hong said, "Really? What law says women can't smoke—this kind of masculine cigarette?" I was speechless, giving a bitter smile. It was indeed an unanswerable question.

Fortunately, Chu Hong didn't pursue the matter further. We sat quietly, drinking coffee and smoking. The coffee shop gradually emptied, and the music, previously drowned out by the noise, became clearly audible. Cigarettes, coffee, music, men, women. This should have been a romantic and enchanting scene, but I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles, every part of my body uncomfortable. I didn't ask Chu Hong what she wanted to talk about. Based on our conversation, I knew it was definitely about the public security system in my area. She remained silent, seemingly trying to put pressure on me, but I... Those accustomed to storms wouldn't care about such things.

Like many men attending those unavoidable yet incredibly boring meetings, I started letting my mind wander. Although I outwardly maintained a proper posture, my thoughts were already a million miles away. After a while, an interesting question suddenly occurred to me: Chu Hong was a pretty, elegant woman, and her youthful, beautiful body was so close to me, so why didn't I have the slightest urge? Strange, isn't it? Because I often fantasize about beautiful, sexy, or alluring women. This doesn't mean I'm a pervert; I believe most men, like me, have such sexual fantasies. Chu Hong's appearance is the type I really like, and as a friend of Pigeon... My identity as a member of the Seventh Division of the Provincial Department would have given me a forbidden thrill in my fantasies. But the reality was quite the opposite; I had no fantasies at all, only a desire to leave her as soon as possible.

I tried to focus my gaze on Chu Hong's long, slender, white arms and her high, full breasts beneath her long dress, then imagined the shape of her soft, plump breasts beneath her bra—what kind of lucky person would be able to see them so clearly? These tried-and-true thoughts had no effect whatsoever; I only felt a lack of sexual desire.

I composed myself and observed Chu Hong very carefully. Her delicate features possessed a captivating allure; it was strange that delicate features and allure could be combined. Yet, Chu Hong gave me this feeling. I was too lazy to think about it anymore. Perhaps this was what they called fate between people; some people, you just... Seeing her instantly evokes a sense of goodwill and a desire to talk and spend time with her; she gives you a warm and friendly feeling. But some people, though beautiful or friendly on the outside, you just can't feel any goodwill or closeness towards. Chu Hong was one of those people. For some reason, even when we were laughing and chatting happily, Chu Hong still possessed a chilling aura that made her unapproachable—a feeling that was more felt than described, yet it sent a shiver down my spine. "

Your area has really become famous these past two years, even making it into the provincial spotlight." Chu Hong's casual tone sent a chill down my spine. I snapped out of it and replied, "Indeed, it's quite embarrassing. I imagine the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission and the heads of the Public Security Bureau are having trouble sleeping." A cold smile flickered across Chu Hong's face as she said, "I'm afraid it's not as you think. I bet they're not only sleeping well, but also eating and having a great time." Chu Hong paused, then continued, "Look at some of the most infamous incidents in the province's public security system these past few years. The year before last, your bureau's police raided a gambling den at the city court, and one officer was accidentally shot and killed by a court police officer's pistol. Last year, a reporter from Focus Interview was investigating rampant gambling and prostitution in your area and was beaten and hospitalized by police officers guarding the casino. This year, your bureau's police illegally kidnapped a Singaporean businessman who had invested over a million US dollars in the area from Nanjing. These are just the more impactful and widely known incidents; who knows how many more unreported things are going on?" My face burned with shame. These things were truly disgraceful.

Just as Chu Hong said, these were only the tip of the iceberg; beneath the surface, there were many more ugly and sordid things.

Looking at my expression, Chu Hong softened her tone slightly: "I know you're not that kind of cop. Otherwise, Pigeon wouldn't consider you a friend." I smiled and said, "Thank you. Actually, I've said a lot of things I didn't mean and done some things against my conscience. Sigh, it's not just that. If they investigated strictly, I'm afraid I would have been dismissed from my post or even faced criminal charges long ago. The lightest punishment would probably be being removed from the police force." Chu Hong smiled understandingly: "Actually, in this environment, most people inevitably do things and say things against their conscience." Changing her tone, Chu Hong's expression became somewhat serious: "Actually, I've asked you here because I need your help. I wonder if you'd be willing to help?" I looked up at Chu Hong. Her expression was calm, but there was an undisguised expectation in her eyes. I straightened my back and said, word by word, "I will do my best." Chu Hong looked at me for a long time, seemingly trying to discern whether I was telling the truth. After a while, Chu Hong softly uttered two words: "Thank you!"

This beautiful city has no dusk. While the setting sun lingers in the distant afterglow, thousands of bright lights vie with each other like stars in the night sky, radiating their alluring glow. The taxi speeds along the straight, flat road. In the rearview mirror, I can see the streetlights casting ever-changing shadows on my face, just like my restless heart.

In late November, the Seventh Division and the Provincial Public Security Department's Discipline Inspection Commission would launch a small-scale anti-corruption campaign across the province's public security system. Chu Hong's group would be working in our region. According to the materials they had, several high-ranking officials from the Municipal Bureau were already on the list. Based on the Communist Party's consistent principles of "learning from past mistakes to avoid future ones" and "curing the disease to save the patient," it was necessary to determine who needed to be severely punished and who could be redeemed. Chu Hong was mainly responsible for collecting and verifying intelligence. To obtain solid evidence, in addition to conventional investigative and technical means, she needed the assistance of local police officers like myself.

Before leaving, I asked Chu Hong why she had chosen me, and her answer left me deeply moved. She said, "I trust Pigeon's judgment. More importantly, basic principles of being a decent human being and the duty of a police officer prevent you from standing idly by while evil prevails over justice and kindness is violated." These were the words I said to Pigeon when we first met because of the Wei Hui rape case. In that instant, a flood of emotions overwhelmed me; many suppressed memories and feelings surged within me. I remained silent for a moment, trying to control my emotions and make my voice sound calm. I whispered, "Thank you! Not because of your trust, but because your words reminded me again that I am a people's police officer wearing the national emblem." A cool breeze blew in through the open car window. Watching the familiar yet unfamiliar high-rise buildings rush past, this beautiful city had become increasingly charming without me even realizing it. Similarly, without realizing it, I had experienced so many people and events, and in this unnoticed way, my youthful years and youthful spirit had quietly vanished. I gained a lot, and I lost a lot. How much of what I gained was truly what I wanted? How much of what I've lost are things I truly cherish?

For three whole days, I couldn't contact Pigeon. She seemed to have vanished from this beautiful city. I knew Pigeon was gone; it was unexpected yet inevitable. Everything had progressed too quickly. We knew we would eventually cross that final line between lovers, but neither of us expected it to happen so soon. Passion is called passion because its eruption is unpredictable and uncontrollable. We weren't fully prepared; everything just happened so naturally.

The setting sun bathed all the buildings and people on the beautiful campus in a romantic glow. Sitting alone on the stone bench in front of the library, I indifferently watched cigarettes shatter one after another in my hand, like fragments of memory fading away with the wind. Am I really getting old? Isn't it said that only the elderly like to reminisce? I smiled bitterly to myself.

A soft beep—a text message. I knew who it was from.

A text message on my phone told me that Pigeon had participated in a three-month joint investigation by Hunan journalists to the Hoh Xil Nature Reserve. She would return just as I finished my honeymoon. Her choice was clearly to avoid this period. Could her frail body withstand the harsh natural environment of Hoh Xil? My heart ached. I couldn't bear to let her go. I knew that if I asked, she would stay, but she, like me, knew that such a simple sentence was the hardest thing for me to say. For no other reason than that, I could disregard all external factors and influences, but I couldn't get past this hurdle. My only decision and choice was to be with Luli.

This must be fate's arrangement, I could only console myself with that. Perhaps a love tinged with regret is the most beautiful? The moon has its phases, and people have their joys and sorrows, partings and reunions. Nothing in this world is perfect, but may we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even from afar. (

Chapter 1 of Director Sanbao:

Qin Shouren is the police chief of City A in the South.) He rose through the ranks from police officer to branch captain, squad leader, and sub-bureau chief, eventually becoming the top official in the city bureau.

His career was meteoric; he held this position for over a decade at the young age of forty-eight. In the city, he was a powerful figure, with extensive connections and influence, a man whose every move sent shivers down the spines of those around him. However, his reputation among the common people was far from good—in fact, utterly despicable. Behind his back, people called him Qin Shouren, a beast. His nickname, "Chief of Three Treasures," was legendary and known to all. The "Three Treasures" referred to Viagra, condoms, and plastic sheeting, which he carried with him every day.

On his days off, this chief enjoyed going to the grassroots, strolling through parks and other recreational areas. If he saw a woman he fancied, he would drag her into the woods, spread out a plastic sheet, and rape her. His actions were utterly heinous. However, he was deeply entrenched in the city, with numerous cronies. Ordinary girls from respectable families, even if raped by ordinary criminals, would try to hide it, fearing for their reputations. They dared not report him to this powerful figure, for fear of bringing him down and facing endless trouble.

Now, Director Qin had just returned from a commendation meeting in the province. He tossed his award trophy and certificate on the table, sipped the fragrant tea his secretary had just brought him, and watched his female secretary smile sweetly as she left. He suddenly remembered the two policewomen who had been assigned to the unit two days ago. One of them had participated in a bodybuilding competition at the police academy; she was extremely beautiful, with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, delicate skin, and two dimples when she smiled. She looked dashing in her police uniform. Although the uniforms were generally loose, her full, firm breasts, soft, slender waist, and shapely hips were still visible through her pistol belt.

Director Qin had been with all sorts of women over the years: female doctors, female college students, female postmen, widows… but he had never been with a female soldier or a female police officer. He had never had the opportunity with female soldiers, and as for female police officers, there were simply too few officers with outstanding looks. Although Qin Shouren was lustful, he preferred quality over quantity and never compromised.

Take his secretary, for example. She was always flirting with him, feigning charm, but he didn't care at all. He felt disgusted just looking at the pimples on her nose. If it weren't for the 50,000 yuan she gave him when he was looking for a job, and her cooperation in his womanizing, he would have fired her long ago and made her a beat cop.

He sat smugly in the spacious leather sofa, pressed the doorbell, and said to his secretary, "Call the new one... Meng Qiulan to see me." Meng Qiulan had been assigned to the municipal bureau immediately upon arrival, which was unprecedented. Working in the office was a coveted job, and her male and female colleagues were all envious. However, her older colleagues' attitude towards her was ambiguous, polite but with a hint of distance and wariness, which puzzled her.

She was only 22 years old this year. She had been a beauty since childhood and could sing and dance. Her family had thought she would pursue a career in the entertainment industry, but she had always been passionate about police work and never wavered in her devotion. In the end, she applied to the police academy.

She was organizing documents when she heard that Director Qin was calling her. She quickly straightened her clothes and strode out, oblivious to the meaningful glances from several older colleagues.

She reached the director's office door, knocked, and stood at attention, reporting, "Reporting to Director Qin, Meng Qiulan has arrived." Immediately, Qin Shouren, with his smiling and amiable face, opened the door himself to let her in, then closed it again, patting her shoulder affectionately. "Comrade Meng, sit down, sit down. How are things? Are you getting used to the work?"

Meng Qiulan had just sat down awkwardly when she quickly stood up again, saying, "Reporting to the director, I'm getting used to it. My colleagues treat me very well..."

"Good, good, good, sit down and talk, sit down and talk," Qin Shouren said with a smile, pulling Meng Qiulan to sit close to him. Meng Qiulan shifted her position awkwardly to the side.

Qin Shouren lowered his gaze and stared at the beautiful curves of Meng Qiulan's legs and hips as she sat upright on the sofa, her knees taut together. He smiled and said, "Well, normally, young comrades should go down to the front lines to train and accumulate experience. Ah, but you are very outstanding... Ah, I strongly advocate... you..."

As Qin Shouren spoke, he moved closer, placing one hand boldly on Meng Qiulan's youthful and healthy thigh, gently stroking it.

Meng Qiulan felt a sudden tension in her muscles, her hair standing on end. She warily pushed away Director Qin's upward-moving hand, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. "Director Qin," she asked, "what can I do for you?"

Qin Shouren lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said slowly, "Nothing much. Just getting to know you, young lady." Meng Qiulan replied stiffly, "My situation is all clear in my file." Qin Shouren smiled and said, "Oh, you mean getting to know some personal details? Young lady, you just graduated and started working. Do you have a boyfriend yet?"

Meng Qiulan said, "I just started working, and I haven't thought about these things yet." "Hmm, good. Young people should prioritize their careers. It's good that you can be self-disciplined and control yourself. Unlike some universities, where when they heard the sewers were clogged, the cleaners went to fix them and actually pulled out a lot of condoms from the sewers. That's outrageous." Is this what a superior, a bureau chief, should say to a young female colleague? Meng Qiulan looked at Qin Shouren warily without saying a word.

Her bright, clear eyes, like pools of autumn water, stirred Qin Shouren's heart. He couldn't help but place his hand on her shoulder again: "I knew you were a trustworthy comrade, so I insisted on keeping you in the office. Going down to the grassroots level is dirty and tiring, and promotion is very difficult." Meng Qiulan calmly brushed his hand away and said composedly, "Yes, Director. If there's nothing else, I'll go to work." Qin Shouren's face darkened. He said, "Comrade Meng Qiulan, it seems you don't understand me. I'm a person of absolute authority in this city. Anyone who doesn't know their place will suffer the consequences." Meng Qiulan smiled coldly and said, "Comrade Director, if you don't understand, we can get to know each other in our future work. For me, I just want to do my job well. If there's nothing else for you to say, I'll go out first." With that, she saluted, got up, opened the door, and left.

Qin Shouren was met with a rebuff, and angrily stubbed out his cigarette, muttering, "Little girl, you don't know your place. Just wait until you suffer, and you'll know how powerful I am." Helplessly, he picked up a few documents and reviewed them. Suddenly, the phone rang. He picked it up and heard it was a call from Old Li of the CPPCC. He said that a distant relative of his was transferring from the military to the local area and asked Director Qin to help him. He added that the person was currently outside the Municipal Bureau and that if Qin wasn't busy, he could call him up now.

Qin Shouren listened lazily, casually replying, "Okay, okay, I'm free right now. Call him over." A moment later, there was a knock at the door. Qin Shouren called out, "Come in!" Looking up, his eyes lit up. A beautiful female military officer stood before him. She had delicate features, fair skin, and appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She wore a full military uniform, the white collar of which accentuated her fair complexion. Lightly made up, she looked both radiant and demure, her ample bosom bulging against the uniform.

Qin Shouren quickly smiled and invited her to sit down. The young female officer swayed gracefully with light steps.

"Hello, Director Qin," she said, her sexy lips parting slightly to reveal white teeth, and two cute dimples appearing on her face as she smiled. The old lecher was immediately captivated by her radiant beauty.

After exchanging pleasantries, the female officer explained her situation. She was from a city in northern China, named Xiao Yan. She had married a comrade-in-arms, a lieutenant, while in the army. Both sets of parents had initially opposed the marriage because they were both only children, and their families lived in opposite directions, one in the south and the other in the north. Neither set of parents wanted their children to be so far apart, and they still hadn't forgiven each other, having no further contact.

Now, she was being demobilized, while her husband would be demobilized in a few years. According to regulations, she was to be transferred back to the north, while her husband would be transferred back to the south, meaning they would be living apart. Therefore, she wanted to stay in her city. She had finally obtained the necessary approvals from the demobilization office, but she still needed a receiving unit and wanted to find a good job, so she eventually found Qin Shouren.

Finally, she cried and said to Qin Shouren, "Uncle Qin, I'm very strong-willed. I've fallen out with my family over this. If I go back now with my tail between my legs, I'll be too ashamed to face anyone. If you don't help me, I might as well die." Qin Shouren smiled reservedly and said, "Well, I have a meeting right now. We'll talk in detail tonight. Don't worry, I have many friends. Ah... arranging a job for you, even finding a pretty good one, shouldn't be too difficult. How about this..."

He picked up a pen and quickly wrote down an address, handing it to Xiao Yan. "Come here at seven o'clock tonight. I'll hear about your specific situation and then make arrangements. Don't worry, I'll definitely make you satisfied." Xiao Yan left, thanking him profusely. Qin Shouren smiled smugly. In his experience, girls like her, who were proud, had excellent qualities, and rarely encountered setbacks, were easy to handle when they needed something.

In Chapter 2 of Director Sanbao's novel,

after attending a two-day meeting in the provincial capital, Director Sanbao excused himself and went home early in the afternoon. Upon arriving at his door, he told his driver, Xiao Zhao, "Come pick me up at 6:30 tonight," and then went upstairs. He lived in a high-end residential community, a four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. His wife worked at customs as a team leader and rarely came home. His only daughter was a high school graduate who didn't want to find work; she was either out having fun or staying at home.

He opened the door and heard moans coming from his daughter's room. He frowned. His daughter, Qin Xiaohua, seemed to have inherited his lewd nature, always bringing shady characters home for her escapades.

Hearing the door open, the room fell silent. He returned to his bedroom, and a moment later heard a bang as the front door slammed shut, indicating the man was gone. Then his bedroom door opened, and his eighteen-year-old daughter walked in wrapped in a bath towel. Her long, black hair cascaded over her fair, smooth shoulders, revealing half of her snow-white skin and a clearly visible cleavage. Her slender legs were clad in embroidered slippers.

She had an oval face, arched eyebrows, and a small mouth, and was currently radiating charm. Seeing her father glare at her, she playfully stuck out her tongue and said with a smile, "Dad, you're back. Why aren't you having dinner today?"

Director Qin, sitting on the sofa, snorted and said, "When aren't I having dinner? Do you think I'll go to every invitation?"

Two blushes suddenly appeared on her fair cheeks: Qin Xiaohua looked at him with bright, sparkling eyes, ran over with a grin, wrapped her delicate white arms around Qin Shouren's neck, and plopped down in his lap, her full breasts... Her hips circled on his lap, and she planted a kiss on his rosy lips, saying, "Dad, did you miss your daughter?"

Qin Shouren chuckled, his hand slipping inside her bathrobe, comfortably kneading her soft breasts, while his other arm encircled her slender waist. "Hmph, missed you? Don't get too cocky. Aren't you quite content? Who was that just now?"

Qin Xiaohua pouted playfully, "What, Dad, are you jealous of your daughter?"

She suddenly leaned close to Qin Shouren's ear excitedly and said, "Dad, that was Director Zhao's second son from the Land Planning Bureau..." "Hey, did you know? They have a swapping club, interested?"

Qin Shouren frowned and said, "Don't cause trouble. Making such a big fuss, aren't you afraid people will find out?"

Qin Xiaohua pouted, pressed hard on her father's stomach, and said sarcastically, "Come on, Director Sanbao, what have you ever been afraid of? I heard that you only need to bring a female companion. They're all from Hong Kong and Taiwan. The gatherings are quite secretive. There are wife swapping, sister swapping, girlfriend swapping, daughter swapping, and I heard even granddaughter swapping! The hosts are a brother and sister, I heard..." "She's the child of a big shot in the city, studied abroad, interested?"

Qin Shouren's heart skipped a beat, but he hesitated, saying, "This... I'm the police chief, how come I've never heard of this? Our relationship shouldn't be known to others, right?"

Qin Xiaohua laughed, "Come on, Dad, who in there doesn't do that? Nobody should laugh at anyone else. The fact that you don't know proves they're good at keeping secrets. How about I go see her first, and then I'll go with you?"

Qin Shouren smiled, remaining silent, which was tacit agreement.

Qin Xiaohua let out a soft moan, her face flushed, and nestled into her father's arms, saying coquettishly, "Dad, I just started, and you're back already! Never mind, you have to feed me!" She then stuck out her little tongue and tried to slip it into her father's mouth.

Qin Shouren turned his head away in disgust and asked, "Did you rinse your mouth?"

Qin Xiaohua chuckled and said mischievously, "I haven't even let him suck on my mouth yet. He just licked me until I was all wet. I wasn't satisfied yet, and you caught me in bed with him." Qin Shouren chuckled, took his daughter's tender tongue into his mouth and sucked hard. They kissed each other.

Qin Xiaohua gracefully jumped down and untied her bathrobe. Her figure was exquisite and shapely; she was a naturally beautiful young woman, and since experiencing the baptism of sex, she had blossomed into a mature and stunning beauty. Looking at her long, snow-white legs, her round and plump buttocks, and her smooth, flawless, jade-like neck and back from behind, Qin Shouren couldn't help but feel a physical reaction. Qin Xiaohua gave her father a charmingly reproachful look and said, "Hurry up, you're not as eager as you were the first time you wanted me, are you?"

Qin Shouren laughed heartily, stood up, and took off his clothes. Xiaohua smiled sweetly, squatted down in front of her father, and her slender fingers were already teasing his little brother. In no time, his penis was erect and stood proudly in front of Lan. "Wow, Dad, you're still as virile as ever, even bigger than that kid's!" Xiaohua exclaimed, giving her father a charming glance, and opened her cherry-like mouth to suckle him.

A wave of pleasure washed over him, and Qin Shouren closed his eyes, enjoying his daughter's skillful service.

In no time, his penis became shiny and slick, the glans as thick as an egg. He bent down and lifted his daughter's delicate body, her giggling in his arms. They reached the luxurious Italian-imported bed, where he placed her on it, then climbed on top of her. They assumed a 69 position, he spreading his legs and trapping her head between them. She willingly took his large penis into her mouth, diligently sucking and spitting out the glans, her fingers gently scratching his scrotum. A tingling, pleasurable sensation shot up from her lower abdomen.

He parted her legs and began passionately kissing her genitals, his large hands caressing her full buttocks, delicate thighs, and flat stomach, his tongue licking her tender vulva.

Having been away in the provincial capital for two days without making love, he could no longer restrain himself and began to roughly thrust into his daughter's warm, moist mouth.

"Mmm...no...too deep...I hate it, my mouth...is sore," his daughter mumbled, her alluring eyes tightly closed, clinging even tighter to her father's buttocks, sucking even more vigorously.

"...Mmm...mmm...tsk!...tsk!..."

His daughter sucked with relish, making slurping sounds, her little belly heaving, trying her best to meet her tender little cunt, allowing her father's tongue to lick even deeper.

Qin Shouren quickened his pace, treating his daughter's small mouth like a nimble little cunt, thrusting and manipulating it vigorously. He felt his daughter's skillful tongue circling and licking his glans and urethral opening, while he cried out, "...Xiaohua...oh...you...little...naughty...so...good...my good daughter, so wonderful, Daddy loves you to death, mmm...so comfortable...mmm...ah..."

As he spoke, he hungrily swallowed the slippery, lustful fluid from his daughter's pink little cunt into his mouth!

Finally, he laughed and slapped his daughter's pert little round bottom hard, making a "smack" sound, and said, "My darling daughter, your juices are almost drowning Daddy." His daughter rolled over and lay on her back, her chest heaving up and down, her naked, snow-white skin glowing with a passionate blush. Her slender, jade-like hands caressed her full breasts wantonly, and she murmured, "Oh...I want it...give it to me...Daddy...give it to me...I want it so badly...I want you to put it inside me...mmm..."

Qin Shouren turned around and lay on his daughter's naked, beautiful body, and began to gently suck, bite, and rub her lovely nipples and breasts. His daughter let out a soft moan, her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and she murmured in her little mouth.

Her long, slender legs twisted and intertwined unconsciously, her smooth skin rubbing against her father's body. Her slender waist arched and then lowered, her alluring breasts bouncing and swaying with each movement. Her flat, smooth, and soft abdomen tightened with passion, and her pert little round buttocks were kneaded like dough in her father's large hands, making the babbling brook in the sparse grassland flow more and more...

Qin Shouren greedily savored his daughter's fragrant, tender, and smooth skin, indulging in the fusion of their souls and bodies. The forbidden pleasure that no other beauty could provide made him lose his mind and soul. This was why he would lose interest in any woman, no matter how beautiful, after a few times, but his love for his daughter remained unchanged.

The air was thick with affection and a strange pleasure after crossing the taboo between father and daughter. Qin Shouren whispered in his daughter's ear, "Daughter, I'm going to mount you, to put my penis in your little cunt, to fuck you hard." His daughter smiled shyly, her alluring eyes glancing at her strong and imposing father, and said in a coquettish voice, "Dad, I'm so itchy down there, give it to me, put it in me, stab me, fuck me to death." Qin Shouren excitedly straddled his daughter's body, parted her legs, and used his fingers to spread her tender red labia, which were still glistening with lustful fluid. He was filled with lust and slowly inserted his penis into her cunt... So tight, so tight... His daughter's place was hot and tight. In an instant, after the insertion, his entire penis was immediately surrounded and tightly wrapped by something soft, tender, and hot, with a bouncy feeling as if it had a life of its own.

Her daughter's delicate body trembled as she accepted his invasion, moaning with excitement: "...Dad...Dad...so...swollen...ah...Dad...it's so beautiful...it's killing me...ah..."

Qin Shouren felt both love and pity for his daughter's young and tender bud. He thrust in and out like a pile driver, repeatedly sending his thick jade stem into his daughter's forbidden body.

Whether it was the previous tender affection or the current wild and unrestrained thrusting, Xiaohua felt an unusual excitement that was hard to suppress. She moaned and groaned beneath her father, twisting her soft body to welcome his thrusts, crying out: "Ah...ah...Dad...Dad...I...I...really...really...can't take it...oh...so good...so good...I'm...almost...flying..."

But her beastly father continued to thrust mercilessly, the lewd smell filling the room, masking the delicate fragrance of the expensive perfume sprayed inside.

The daughter gasped and moaned, clinging tightly to Qin Shouren, her snow-white thighs wrapped around his thick waist. The father, even more violently, ravaged her beautiful body, thrusting in and out. Then, in the final thrust, Qin Shouren ejaculated a large amount of thick, hot semen into his daughter's womb.

"Xiaohua... my darling... my precious... my lovely daughter... I love you so much," Qin Shouren murmured, collapsing into bed. His daughter, her face flushed and drenched in sweat, lay sprawled on the bed. Her jade-like legs were shamelessly spread open, her father's still-erect penis inside her wet vagina, feeling the spasms of orgasm.

After a passionate encounter with his daughter, Director Qin leaned against the headboard. His daughter, Qin Xiaohua, naked and fragrant, lay on top of him, took a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it, took a drag, and then put it in her father's mouth. Qin Shouren patted his daughter's ample buttocks twice with satisfaction, took a deep drag, and his daughter lazily rested her head on his strong chest, gently tracing circles on his chest with her delicate white hands. She smiled sweetly and said, "Dad, your body is really strong; none of those young men can compare to you." Director Qin smiled smugly and said, "Of course! Your old man has been fighting and killing for decades. Do you think I could climb to this position without some real skills?"

Qin Xiaohua playfully punched him. "Bad Daddy, do you know what I mean?" she said sweetly. Director Qin laughed heartily, put his arm around his daughter's soft shoulders, and was about to cuddle her a little longer when the phone rang. He picked it up and said, "Hello, this is Qin Shouren. Who is this? Oh, Director Liu, what's up? Hmm? Hmm... Hmm..."

His daughter tickled her father's hairy thighs with her little toes while gently kissing his chest. Qin Shouren waved his hand, his expression becoming serious. After listening for a while, he said, "Okay, okay, I'll go take care of it now. Okay, I'll be right there." He hung up the phone, turned over and sat up. Qin Xiaohua hugged him reluctantly and said, "Dad, what's wrong? You just got back and you're leaving again?"

Qin Shouren frowned and said, "These bastards! We told them to crack down on prostitution, arrest more prostitutes and their clients, and generate some revenue for the company. But these bastards took it all as gospel and did nothing but mess things up. They arrested a female factory worker, insisted she was a prostitute, tortured her, and beat her to death. Now her family has done an autopsy and is using the virginity certificate to sue the police. I heard even the provincial newspaper is involved. If this isn't handled properly, it'll cause a huge mess." As he spoke, he got up, dressed, kissed his daughter's little mouth, and said, "My darling, be good. I'll feed you properly when Daddy comes back." Then he left with a grin.

In Chapter 3 of Director Sanbao's novel

, Qin Shouren returned to the bureau and listened to a report from Director Liu, who was in charge of criminal investigation. Director Liu, still red with anger, said, "These people below are outrageous! They're treating human life like dirt! This incident has had a terrible impact, directly affecting the image of our police force. I think those responsible should be dealt with seriously." The head of the anti-prostitution team was Qin Shouren's old buddy from his time at the police station, but now that such a big incident had occurred, it couldn't be ignored. However, he didn't want to remove his trusted confidant, so he devised a plan to find a few unlucky scapegoats. With a slight smile, he calmly said, "Old Liu, well, this matter needs to be handled properly." "Let's sort this out. The team's discipline needs to be rectified. However, specific matters need to be handled on a case-by-case basis. If we don't come up with a proper solution, even if we fire them all, it won't undo the damage. How about this, first give the victims some material compensation to appease them, and then think of a win-win solution." He dismissed Director Liu. Dongfang Linglin, a reporter from the provincial newspaper, came to interview him again. This female reporter was dressed in a milky white suit. She had a slender figure, graceful demeanor, and beautiful appearance. Every movement she made was elegant and beautiful. When she listened to his righteous and stern speech, even her slightly raised chin revealed a gentle and natural beauty.

As Qin Shouren spoke, he watched Dongfang Linglin engrossed in taking notes. His gaze lingered greedily on her fair neck and delicate cheeks, imagining how young, smooth, and supple her body was beneath her creamy-white suit. He was almost mesmerized. After the interview, Dongfang Linglin smiled sweetly, a smile that made Qin Shouren's heart skip a beat. He held her hand tightly in farewell, reluctant to let go. Before leaving, Dongfang Linglin mentioned she would stay in the city to investigate further. Qin Shouren, confident no one would dare speak carelessly, simply smiled magnanimously and didn't take it to heart.

After work, Old Wang from the Industry and Commerce Bureau invited him to dinner—a dinner hosted by several business leaders. He sat for a while, then, seeing it was getting late, said his goodbyes. He parked his car in front of the apartment building he had bought in the Wenxiu community. He told the driver to go back and pick him up the next morning, then walked to the building entrance. The female military officer, Xiao Yan, was already waiting there.

Perhaps it was the cool night breeze, for her face was a little pale. Seeing him approach, she wore a pitiful smile.

Qin Shouren exchanged a few pleasantries, invited her inside, made her a cup of coffee, and brought her a plate of fruit. He then sat down, gazing at her silently.

Under his intense gaze, Xiao Yan's pale face flushed, and she became flustered. Qin Shouren laughed heartily and teased, "You're the most beautiful female military officer I've ever seen. Someone like you would definitely be a movie star!" Xiao Yan blushed even more, chuckled softly, and murmured, "I'm so sorry to disturb your rest today. Do you have any ideas about my situation? Just tell me if you need me to smooth things over." Qin Shouren said, "These things are no problem. I was too busy during the day and didn't listen to your situation carefully. Now, could you please explain in more detail, and I'll see what suitable arrangements I can make?" Xiao Yan smiled shyly, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and began to explain her situation.

Qin Shouren pretended to listen attentively, while taking the opportunity of offering fruit to sit even closer. Arm to arm, thigh to thigh, she felt the elasticity and warmth of his skin.

Although she felt that Director Qin was being a bit too enthusiastic, Xiao Yan, the female officer who needed his help, didn't want to show her displeasure too obviously, lest she offend him. After she finished speaking and introducing her situation, Qin Shouren nodded and said, "Logically speaking, someone like you shouldn't be able to settle down in this city, but..."

He stared at Xiao Yan's pretty face and smiled smugly, saying, "Where there's a will, there's a way. If you have someone capable to help, it's not a problem." Xiao Yan smiled charmingly and whispered, "You are a big shot, aren't you? If you're willing to help, it will definitely work out." Qin Shouren chuckled and said, "I can't do whatever I want." As he spoke, his hand was already gently around Xiao Yan's waist. Her waist was indeed slender enough to be encircled by one hand. Qin Shouren could clearly feel her tension; all the muscles in her body were tense, but he dared not move for a moment.

Qin Shouren's lips brushed close to her earlobe as he said, "It wouldn't be good if people said I was too domineering. I can handle this matter, but whether I do it or not, Ms. Xiao, is up to you." Xiao Yan blushed and her heart pounded. She said in a low voice, "Director Qin, you know my difficulties. If you help me with this, I will never forget your kindness." Qin Shouren shook his head and said, "Not a lifetime, one night... will do." Xiao Yan stood up, her face flushed. Overwhelmed by unprecedented humiliation, her breathing quickened, and tears welled in her eyes. She said, "Director Qin, you..." Qin Shouren's face darkened, and

he smiled faintly, saying, "Of course, I won't force you. Think it through yourself. You're a beautiful girl, and I believe you and your husband are very much in love, right? Hmm? I don't want to ruin your marriage. Each of you can have your own way." "Everyone gets what they need, right? If you're not willing, then we can go our separate ways and be like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. But it's hard for modern people to have a lasting relationship. I'm afraid we'll really have to part ways. Think about it." Xiao Yan blushed and walked to the door. Qin Shouren stopped her and said, "This kind of thing is very common in modern society. Just think of it as having another spring dream. You're a married person, so you've lost nothing. How many women with more status and position than you have benefited from this method and lived very comfortably? Those big stars are glamorous, aren't they? Even though you exposed their scandals, they don't care. They still live a glamorous life. People laugh at poverty but not prostitution. If you want to leave, I won't stop you. Remember, if I don't handle this matter, no one in this city will help you." He picked up a cup of tea, drank it leisurely, turned on the TV, and didn't even look at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan opened the door, stunned and unable to move forward or backward. She felt incredibly weak, but if she went out, she would have to return to her small northern town. And her husband—would he go with her? If that day came, would they really be separated?

Her mind was in turmoil. She closed the door as if in a daze, and slumped onto the sofa like a deflated balloon, lost in thought.

Qin Shouren turned down the TV volume, walked over, and sat down next to her. He put his arm around her shoulder, and Xiao Yan's body trembled, jolting awake. She gripped his hand tightly, biting her lip, and remained silent.

Qin Shouren whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, if you don't say anything, and I don't say anything, no one will ever know about this, okay? I'll get things done for you as soon as possible. I'll... transfer you to the tax bureau. How about that? It's a place that everyone wants but can't get." As he spoke, he gently stroked Xiao Yan's tense shoulders and back, while his other hand gently unbuttoned her military uniform, his hand pressing against her breasts through her shirt.

Xiao Yan's face flushed crimson, but she did not resist. She only began to breathe heavily, biting her lower lip with her white teeth until it almost bled. Then Qin Shouren began to rub her through the thin shirt, pressing his lips to her neck and kissing her skin. Xiao Yan trembled, closed her eyes, and thought of her husband. She cried out in her heart, "Forgive me, my dear, forgive me! I really had no other choice! Forgive me!"

Qin Shouren let the female officer fall into his arms, unbuttoned her shirt with his right hand, and slid it inside, grasping her firm, full breasts and rubbing them back and forth, occasionally pinching her nipples. They felt soft and smooth. Xiao Yan's cheeks were burning, and her body went limp. Her breasts, which had been soft, gradually swelled and hardened. Although she felt humiliated and unbearable from the bottom of her heart, she could not control the changes in her physiological functions.

Unbeknownst to them, Xiao Yan's top had been completely undone, revealing her tender body against the olive green background, along with her high and firm breasts. The young female officer's sweet face was filled with undisguised shyness, and her weak and helpless expression further aroused a destructive sexual desire.

Director Qin's large hands rubbed and kneaded her breasts incessantly, sometimes pinching the two bright red nipples hard. The sensation on those sensitive peaks was indescribably pleasurable, waves of pleasure surging through her, while also deeply imprinting the unforgettable humiliation into her heart. Her

delicate body was limp, one leg dangling on the ground. Director Qin's right hand slowly released her breasts, moving down to her lower abdomen. After caressing her soft, flat stomach for a while, it then probed down inch by inch, unbuckling her belt and pulling down her lower garment.

"No...don't...um...ah...don't..."

she said nervously, first tightening her pants, but when her bright, beautiful eyes saw Qin Shouren's threatening gaze, she trembled involuntarily. Her courage to struggle melted away like a snow lion seeing fire, and her voice grew softer and softer. However, Director Qin seized the opportunity to kiss her lips.

She resisted with her lips tightly pressed together, her head shaking from side to side. But while she was distracted, Director Qin pulled down her pants, revealing a pair of plump, fair, and alluring thighs. Director Qin, panting heavily, pressed his hand against the female soldier Xiao Yan's private parts. The heat of his palm made Xiao Yan tremble slightly. When her private parts were being wantonly played with, she completely lost the will to resist, tears streaming down her cheeks. Taking advantage of the situation,

Qin Shouren used his tongue to pry open her small mouth, her lips and tongue falling into his grasp. Director Qin then thrust his tongue into her mouth.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...sizzle...sizzle...mmm..."

She gave up resisting, letting Qin Shouren's tongue swirl in her mouth, even involuntarily sucking on his tongue.

Qin Shouren kissed her passionately, one hand kneading her breasts, the other teasing her steaming vulva. Xiao Yan's legs writhed, clamping tightly around Qin Shouren's hand, as if trying to prevent him from penetrating further, yet also urging him to enter. Her juices flowed continuously, wetting her pubic hair, the sofa, and Qin Shouren's fingers.

Her skin was as smooth and delicate as ivory; the body of a mature woman was indeed alluring. Qin Shouren released the panting Xiao Yan, sat up, and parted her two tender, smooth legs, staring at her private parts hidden beneath soft, dark pubic hair, as vibrant as a ripe peach.

Xiao Yan slightly opened her beautiful eyes, seeing him staring at her private parts—a place even her husband had never looked at so boldly and carefully. A surge of heat rose to her face, and she tightly closed her eyes again, as if this could make her forget her current embarrassment. But her full, firm legs betrayed her inner thoughts; they were now shamefully clenched together, trembling uncontrollably, her delicate flesh throbbing.

At this moment, her hair was loose, her pretty face flushed, her lower body naked, her upper body half-covered by her green military uniform—a seductive and alluring sight. Qin Shouren could no longer restrain himself. He grasped his erect penis and thrust it forcefully into the reclining female officer on the sofa. The thick, hard penis slid heavily into

her wet, hot vagina, penetrating all the way in! Xiao Yan felt a thick, hot thing suddenly inserted into her secret, wet vagina. An indescribable feeling of fullness and tingling made her let out a sharp cry, her body twisting violently!

She tried to pull her buttocks back, but Qin Shouren's hands immediately gripped them tightly, preventing her escape. Then, he began thrusting harder and harder into her warm, tight vagina!

My God, the female officer's tight, tender vagina felt so good, it was practically a paradise every man could dream of. Qin Shouren was so excited he felt like he was floating on air. He felt the female officer's tight flesh gripping his penis, and her sudden struggles and resistance, her full buttocks arching and lifting, intensified her pleasure. He held Xiao Yan tightly as she struggled and swayed her full buttocks, thrusting and raping her with all his might.

Under Zhen Shouren's violent and brutal rape, the dignified and charming female officer offered almost no resistance, allowing him to rape her, venting his lust on her full, naked body. On the soft sofa, her delicate, full body sank in and bounced out as he thrust, her full breasts bouncing like lively jade rabbits.

Qin Shouren had just vented on his daughter that afternoon, so he was particularly vigorous and didn't worry about premature ejaculation. Therefore, he confidently and vigorously thrust into the full, alluring body beneath him.

Xiao Yan kept her eyes tightly closed, like a dead person, letting him ravage her, only letting out soft moans from his rapid thrusts.

Qin Shouren was displeased; of course, he wouldn't give up this delicious treat after just one time. He was confident that after destroying her dignity and virginity, he would make her obediently submit to him, so he didn't force her.

He got up and sat on the sofa, pulling Xiao Yan up to sit on his lap. Seeing that things had come to this, Xiao Yan just wanted to end this nightmare quickly. Her face flushed red as she stood up, letting him pull her full thighs apart and sit on his penis. The two were once again one. Xiao Yan was still wearing her military uniform, her fair breasts bouncing under the cover of the uniform.

Qin Shouren thrust upwards with each stroke, his hands encircling Xiao Yan's plump, fleshy buttocks. Afraid of falling backward, Xiao Yan had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck, swaying her slender waist to satisfy the robber's lust with her beautiful body, her beautiful eyes half-closed as she let out plaintive, wanton moans.

Her snow-white thighs dangled to the ground, extremely sexy. Finally, she couldn't help but let out a sweet moan.

After a while, Qin Shouren stood up again and made her kneel on the sofa. Xiao Yan and her husband had tried doggy style sex before, so blushing, she timidly climbed onto the sofa, bent over, and pouted her plump, round, white buttocks.

She had definitely never crawled like this before; her movements were stiff and unnatural, her hips twisting carefully, afraid he would see her anus nestled between her peach-like vulva. The hem of her military uniform covered the upper half of her buttocks, making her skin appear even whiter and more translucent. Because of this shameful act, her face flushed crimson, as beautiful and captivating as the evening glow. Looking at the beautiful young woman kneeling on the sofa, Qin Shouren's lust flared, and his penis swelled rapidly.

He could no longer restrain himself; he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hair, forcing her beautiful head back high. Her delicate face was instantly filled with shyness and helplessness. He stroked the pink skin of Xiao Yan's large, white buttocks, enjoying the unique fragrance and smoothness of a woman's body. Xiao Yan twisted her buttocks unnaturally. Suddenly, his hard, hot penis pierced her tender anus like an arrow, striking the center of her round, white buttocks.

"Ah...no...have mercy...uh...no...my husband has never...ah..."

The female officer crawled forward, trying to escape his thrusts, but every time her knees moved two steps, Qin Shouren grabbed her hips and pulled her back, only further stimulating his lust.

After several such encounters, the noble and beautiful female officer lay helplessly on the sofa, her plump, round buttocks raised high, enduring Qin Shouren's next wave of attacks with a boneless suppleness. Qin Shouren's large penis thrust in and out with a series of thuds, seeking ultimate pleasure within the young female officer's anus. The beautiful female soldier's mouth was slightly open, her face full of coquettish charm, her delicate eyebrows revealing a hint of excitement amidst her sorrow; she was already in a semi-conscious state.

Xiao Yan's honest physical reaction intensified her feelings of extreme shame and guilt. She felt she had let down her husband who deeply loved her, yet at the same time, she had involuntarily fallen into the trap, unable to extricate herself. A desperate thought compelled her to try to forget her current situation.

At this moment, her round, plump buttocks and full, swollen vulva were completely presented before Qin Shouren's eyes. Thick, dark pubic hair extended from her vulva all the way to her genitals. Qin Shouren could no longer appreciate the beautiful scenery before him. He held Xiao Yanying's slender waist in both hands, and his penis pounded into the young woman's swollen and protruding opening like a pile driver.

Xiao Yanying felt that the tender skin of her anus had been torn apart, and the penis was burning hot. There was not even a gap between them due to the friction.

"Please, be gentle, I can't take it anymore. Ah...ah...be gentle, no...ah...no...no...please...please do it from the front..."

The female officer's pleas and moans grew louder, her plump buttocks swaying from side to side, as if trying to escape the violent thrusting of the penis. But the more she twisted her hips, the more intense the attack she received. "Ah...ah...ah...stop...ah ah ah...woo...oh...ah..."

Qin Shouren could no longer control his surging passion. He pulled her full, alluring body back, draping her entire body over his upper body, supporting her thighs with both hands. His thick penis, like a pile driver, thrust heavily into the deepest part of her rectum, penetrating her little anus until it was red and swollen, already at its maximum capacity. The fiery big penis filled her little flesh hole completely, leaving no gaps.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Xiao Yan uttered unconscious moans.

Qin Shouren could clearly feel her rectum tightly gripping his penis. Each thrust of his hot penis rubbed against the walls of her vagina, causing the beautiful woman to moan, "Ugh...ugh..."

To him, it was such a beautiful melody; her anus was so long and tight.

Qin Shouren looked down at his thick, dark penis moving in and out of her small, delicate anus between her round, white buttocks. This noble, beautiful, dignified, and elegant female officer could only desperately endure it. It felt so good, the sensation was simply too wonderful!

He thrust his penis in and out again and again, making it frequently enter and exit her tight anus.

The beautiful Xiao Yan silently endured his torment, finally beginning to moan loudly: "...Ah...Ah...Ah...Ah...My buttocks are about to split...It hurts so much...I can't do it anymore...Ah...Ah...Ah...Please spare me...Ah..."

"Haha, begging for mercy now? Beg me, beg me, beg me to cum quickly, cum inside your body," Qin Shouren commanded triumphantly.

At the same time, his penis became more and more excited, thrusting violently, repeating the same action rapidly.

His right hand began to slap her fair buttocks hard, "Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Red handprints began to appear on her tender buttocks. Hearing this lewd sound, Qin Shouren became even more excited, indulging in the humiliation of this rare beauty.

"Ah...Ah..."

Xiao Yan groaned in pain, not only physically but also mentally. She just wanted it to end quickly, to escape quickly, "Ugh...Ah ah ah..."

Her breathing was intermittent, and large beads of sweat flowed down her body.

"Ah...uh..."

she groaned incessantly. The thick, red-hot iron rod was inserted into her anus, causing excruciating pain, as if her anus were on fire.

"Ah..."

she finally endured the humiliation, groaning in cooperation: "Please...you...please...you, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my...my body, give it to me quickly, ah...I can't take it anymore..."

Qin Shouren thrust harder with all his might, and in the intense pain she helplessly begged: "Ah ah...ah ah...ah...please spare me...ah...quick...give it to me...shoot it into me..."

But Qin Shouren's penis continued its vigorous thrusting, and she had no power to resist except to groan and beg, only able to bury her head between her elbows, as if unconscious, letting the thrusting continue.

Qin Shouren's penis repeatedly pumped in and out of her tight, narrow, and hot anus, and pleasure gradually surged up.

He increased the speed of his thrusting while slapping the female officer's plump buttocks, shouting, "Quick, beg me to cum inside you, quick, quick..."

"This time I'm really going to cum!"

Based on her own sexual experience, Xiao Yan felt the penis inside her anus grow even thicker, with occasional throbbing. In order to end this humiliating scene as soon as possible, she had to muster her spirits, raise her head, open her rosy lips, and shout, "Please... Director Qin... good... good man... my good brother... cum inside me, cum inside my body... I... need it so much... ah... I can't take it anymore... it's so swollen... quick... give it to me... ah... it's too strong... ah..."

She knew that a woman's sweet words at this time had a strong catalytic effect on a man's excitement, so she had to endure the humiliation, slightly close her alluring eyes, and temporarily indulge her own debauchery to stimulate his orgasm.

Through teary eyes, she consoled herself, "Just pretend... just pretend I'm making love to my husband, pleasing him!"

Qin Shouren was indeed stimulated to orgasm. He instinctively pulled her hips back tightly, his penis deeply penetrating her anus. His glans contracted and expanded, and his urethra immediately ejaculated a large amount of hot semen into her rectum. His body shuddered, and streams of hot semen sprayed into the beautiful female officer's anus.

Stimulated by his ejaculation, Xiao Yan's buttocks tensed sharply. With Qin Shouren's ejaculation, her beautiful face, previously furrowed, relaxed. When Qin Shouren released her voluptuous body, she felt as if her bones had been removed, collapsing limply onto the sofa. Only her exposed, slightly trembling, plump buttocks remained exposed, her swollen anus unable to close, gaping open like a ballpoint pen, from which a stream of pure white fluid slowly flowed... truly a beautiful sight!

Qin Shouren stroked her smooth, fragrant buttocks with satisfaction. Xiao Yan seemed to have lost all self-awareness, blankly letting him caress her. Her elastic, rarely used anus was already closed, a trace of milky white semen seeping from the tightly closed gap, as if telling the story of the ravages it had just suffered.

Qin Shouren glanced at the dazed Xiao Yan and laughed smugly, "My great officer, you've never felt this way before, have you? How about it, my thing is much better than your husband's, isn't it? Ah, hahaha..."

A blush rose on Xiao Yan's pale cheeks. She bit her lower lip tightly, knowing that bringing it up now would only further damage her dignity, but she still mustered her courage and said resentfully, "You...you promised me something?"

Qin Shouren smiled serenely and said, "My beauty, don't worry, I, Qin Shouren, am a man of my word. If I promise something, I will definitely do it. I won't pester you." "I'm keeping an eye on you, but until you finish your business, you have to be available whenever I call, understand?"

Xiao Yan stared at him fiercely and said, "You...you..."

Qin Shouren said calmly without caring, "Your performance today wasn't good enough, but I can forgive you this time. You need to think carefully and not mess things up yourself. Next time, when I call you, you have to fully cooperate with me and obey me, otherwise, don't bother coming." Xiao Yan's lips trembled as she hurriedly put on her clothes, wanting only to leave this devil as soon as possible. Although she heard what he said, she was already in a state of turmoil and had no time to think about it carefully. The next day, when

Qin

Shouren arrived at his workplace, he saw the beautiful Meng Qiulan arrive and greet a colleague with a smile, revealing a set of clean and neat teeth. She was wearing a well-fitting police uniform, with a graceful and agile figure and a sunny smile. Her youthful, healthy, and energetic temperament was something that no woman he had ever been with possessed.

After greeting him, Meng Qiulan turned around and saw Qin Shouren just getting out of his car. His gloomy, lecherous eyes, recognizing her, immediately darkened. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses, put them on, and with a deft tilt of his head, walked past him without another word.

She was so beautiful, her expression so captivating—not just when she smiled, but even when she was angry, she possessed an inexplicable beauty.

The morning sunlight shone on her face and body; her white face, red lips, soft eyebrows, and stylish short hair… made this old lecher, who considered women his life's purpose, feel a burning desire in his lower abdomen and an irrepressible urge to conquer her.

He had a meeting that morning, and briefly exchanged opinions with his team members on handling the case of forced confession. He felt restless, his heart burning with the image of the beautiful policewoman Meng Qiulan, like a raging fire burning within him. Even back in his office, the fire was still burning; he needed water to extinguish it, but where was the water?

Finally, distracted, he glanced at a few documents, then couldn't resist picking up the phone and calling his office to ask Meng Qiulan to come over.

Meng Qiulan arrived. Standing at the door, her charming appearance and bird-like alertness were enough to make Director Qin's soul melt, his bones lightening instantly.

He stood up and smiled, "You're here? Sit down, close the door." Meng Qiulan bit her lip; even the gesture was captivating. Her slightly exposed white teeth added to her beauty. Qin Shouren suddenly recalled a few lines from the "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River": "Teeth like pearls, shoulders like carved jade, bright eyes..." These descriptions couldn't be more fitting for her.

Meng Qiulan closed the door, walked briskly to the sofa, sat down abruptly, raised her head, and gave him a challenging look. She said, enunciating each word clearly, "Director Qin, what can I do for you?"

Qin Shouren looked at her beautiful face, her fair forehead, and those captivating, mesmerizing eyes. He could no longer resist. He lunged forward, panting heavily, and embraced his goddess, kissing her wildly while murmuring, "Xiao Meng, Xiao Lan, I...I really..." "I like you, really, I really like you. I can give you anything you want, I can give you a house, money, an official position, and so on..."

Meng Qiulan suddenly broke free from his embrace and slapped him hard across the face. Anger made her pretty face flush red. She stepped aside and said, "Director Qin, please have some self-respect." Qin Shouren was stunned. He had always been skilled at manipulating women and had encountered some women who initially seemed virtuous and chaste, but he had subdued them all with various methods.

Originally, he could have put more effort into Meng Qiulan and made his move slowly, but for some reason, after experiencing so many women, he was completely unable to control himself in front of this girl. Although he had been slapped, he had at least had physical contact with his goddess. He was not offended at all; on the contrary, he was somewhat excited. He had always been the one to play with women, but suddenly, he felt that the woman in front of him was a treasure sent to him by heaven. He would even rather be beaten and cursed by her.

His face flushed with excitement, he suddenly knelt before Meng Qiulan, grabbed her legs, and cried out frantically, "Please, I'll give you everything, just promise me, give me, Xiaolan, my darling..."

Meng Qiulan was startled, kicked him away, and jumped aside, feeling both angry and amused, unable to hide her contempt. But she didn't know what to do with this almost insane man, so she just blushed, spat, and fled as if running away. Qin Shouren knelt there

, stunned, for a long time before he came to his senses. He slowly got up and sat on the sofa, looking completely lost. Who was he? A womanizer, a devil who toyed with women. But facing this beautiful young woman he loved more and more, unable to let go, he became unusually clumsy, like a greenhorn.

Meng Qiulan hurried back to her office, her heart still pounding. Her boss, a man nearing fifty, had knelt before her, professing his love. How could a naive young girl not feel flustered?

She had just sat down when the director said to her, "Xiao Meng, Director Qin wants you to go again." Meng Qiulan was startled, her eyebrows furrowing, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. The young woman was throwing a tantrum. She opened the filing cabinet, took out her lightweight Type 69 pistol, cocked it with a click, then tucked it into her pocket and strode out. Everyone in the office was startled, exchanging bewildered glances. The director, fearing something might happen, hurriedly and nervously followed behind.

Meng Qiulan strode to the director's office door, didn't knock, and pushed it open with a bang. She stood there angrily, saying nothing. The office director crept up behind her, peeking in and out.

Qin Shouren, lost in thought, saw her enter, one hand in his pocket, standing pretentiously in the doorway. Seeing her charmingly angry expression, he felt an overwhelming surge of affection.

He had calmed himself down and said evenly, "Comrade Meng, the archives department is short-staffed, and the organization has decided to transfer you there. Hand over your work and report for duty." Meng Qiulan gave a cold smile, said, "Yes, I'll report immediately!"

and turned to leave.

Qin Shouren sighed. He had originally wanted to transfer her to the police station with the worst conditions and the worst security, but he couldn't bear to let her go. He had no choice but to put her in a low-level position for now and figure out a solution later.

After finishing his work for the day, he was about to go home when he heard a burst of laughter beside him. He turned around and saw a BMW parked next to him. A pretty woman wearing sunglasses and a light pink casual outfit was sitting in the driver's seat, smiling at him. He smiled back, got in, waved to his driver, and the two drove off.

It turned out that this woman was the owner of the Grand Hotel, named Li Xiang'er, one of Qin Shouren's mistresses. Hearing that the anti-prostitution squad was going to crack down, she came to him beforehand to whisper in his ear, hoping to avoid affecting her business.

The two drove back to the Grand Hotel, which was packed with customers, both eating and seeking pleasure. Qin Shouren said with a grin, "Xiang'er, your business is doing well." Li Xiang'er gave him a flirtatious glance and said with a sly smile, "It's all thanks to you, Mr. Qin. With you protecting me, how could business not be good?"

Qin Shouren snorted and said, "Don't think I don't know, you and Old Li from the tax bureau, Old Zheng from the industry and commerce bureau, and..."

"Oh, are you jealous?"

Li Xiang'er wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a sweet kiss, saying seductively, "What other skills can a woman like me have? But I truly only have you in my heart." Qin Shouren gave her soft crotch a squeeze and said, "You're good with words." Li Xiang'er giggled, took his arm, and went upstairs. Her husband, Shang Huichen, saw them from afar and turned away knowingly. Li Xiang'er and Qin Shouren went up to a private room on the third floor and ordered a table of wine. Li Xiang'er took a sip of red wine, sat on Qin Shouren's lap, and poured the wine into his mouth, saying, "Brother Ren, I heard the anti-prostitution team is going to..." "Is there some kind of big shift change?"

Qin Shouren pinched her little nose, hugged her waist, and casually slipped one hand inside his robes, saying, "Yes, but don't worry, no matter how many shifts there are, they're all still my men. Just focus on your business." Li Xiang'er, sitting on Qin Shouren's lap, swayed her hips seductively as she fed him, saying, "Yes, I'll obey. With Brother Ren here, what do I have to worry about? I just missed you, so I invited you over for a drink." After some flirting, they were already half-naked. As they drank and became more intimate, Li Xiang'er didn't draw the curtains, but simply turned off the lights and began to undress Qin Shouren.

It was dusk, and the neon lights outside were flashing, filling the room with an unusual atmosphere.

Qin Shouren sat in a chair, holding a glass in one hand, slowly sipping the wine while enjoying the oral sex from the beauty beneath him.

Li Xiang'er tightly held Qin Shouren's penis in her mouth, moving it up and down. Waves of pleasure washed over him. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation. Suddenly, the image of Meng Qiulan's vigorous and beautiful figure flashed into his mind. He imagined her kneeling between his legs, sucking on him... His penis twitched, growing even larger.

"Haha! Brother Ren, is Xiang'er making you feel good?"

Li Xiang'er looked up and said seductively, her beautiful eyes gazing at him with affection. The neon lights outside flickered and reflected in her eyes, giving them an eerie quality.

"Ah! It feels so good. Xiang'er's little mouth is the best, keep going, ah... ah..."

Li Xiang'er licked her lips, squinting her eyes, her head moving back and forth, her white, full breasts trembling in waves.

His penis, swollen and erect from being licked, stood straight like a small cannon. Li Xiang'er rose gracefully, licked her lips seductively, pulled down her panties, and spread her legs to sit on him. Qin Shouren suddenly grabbed her, pulled her around the waist, and placed her on the spacious windowsill. The marble countertop was gleaming and cool, reflecting the streetlights outside. From here, one could see the bustling street. Li Xiang'er exclaimed, "Brother Ren, what are you doing? It's so embarrassing, someone will see us!" Qin Shouren, panting, said, "It's so dark in here, no one will." He then made Li Xiang'er kneel on the windowsill. The cool surface made the delicate skin on Li Xiang'er's legs shrink. Qin Shouren adjusted Li Xiang'er's white buttocks, slightly parted her legs, pulled out his already hard penis, and slowly inserted it into her from behind. Li Xiang'er's genitals were wet, and his penis thrust unimpeded into the warm, moist vagina of this alluring young woman until it was completely hidden at the entrance, slowly pumping in and out.

Pleasure filled Qin Shouren's heart. He closed his eyes, imagining Meng Qiulan's seductive allure. His penis, inserted into Li Xiang'er's tender, soft body, increased its force, thrusting wildly. The constant friction between Li Xiang'er's vaginal fluids and his penis produced a "splish...plop..."

sound.

Li Xiang'er's legs ached slightly from the pressure, but she dared not resist. Her body arched against the windowsill, her hands nowhere to hold onto, so she pressed against the large glass pane. The fear of being seen and the thrill made her sensitive body tremble. Qin Shouren's hands grasped Li Xiang'er's chest, holding her soft breasts in his own.

Li Xiang'er occasionally let out soft moans, the room filled with an atmosphere of lust.

The beautiful, graceful, and fair female body writhed with his thrusts. Qin Shouren's large hands grasped the round buttocks of this mature and beautiful young woman, kneading them repeatedly. He would occasionally poke her anus between her two plump buttocks with his middle finger. Each poke elicited a soft cry from the beautiful woman, and Qin Shouren couldn't help but laugh with satisfaction.

He gently leaned against Li Xiang'er's fair, smooth, and cool buttocks, feeling her fullness and softness. Li Xiang'er possessed a well-proportioned and full figure, a slender waist, and a firm, pert buttocks, possessing an indescribable allure.

Because of this position, Li Xiang'er's vagina felt even tighter and narrower, as if a strange suction was pulling his large glans along at high speed, yet it always felt as if layers of tender flesh were hindering his entry, increasing the friction and intensifying the pleasure of his glans.

Li Xiang'er's hot and pretty face was pressed against the glass, distorted by the pressure. Her delicate body swayed back and forth with his thrusts, her large buttocks rising with each thrust and falling with each drop.

Her two fragrant buttocks involuntarily spread apart with the penetration of his penis and the pushing of Qin Shouren's hands, revealing her wrinkled anus. The bud, illuminated by the light, was dazzlingly beautiful, and the delicate, bud-like anus contracted slightly inward, undulating rhythmically with each thrust. Each time Li Xiang'er's buttocks collided with Qin Shouren's crotch, the tender flesh was squeezed upwards, producing a "slap slap" sound of flesh colliding.

Qin Shouren tightly embraced Li Xiang'er's pert buttocks, and using the force of her falling back, he lifted his lower body and thrust it forcefully into her fleshy opening. "Plop, plop... plop, plop..."

The sound of their genitals colliding acted as a catalyst, bringing his inner passion to its peak. In his mind, he desperately fantasized about Meng Qiulan's seductive and alluring appearance on his body.

Li Xiang'er's beautiful, white feet, perched on the windowsill, trembled gently. Her beautiful back and slender waist accentuated her graceful and captivating figure.

She gasped for breath, crying out, "Ah...so good...faster...thrust...thrust until it's broken, ah...melted...good brother...dear husband...my dear brother, how come you're so...so strong today...ah...I'm being pierced...!"

"Ah...ah...ah ah...oh...oh oh oh...ah...ah ah...you're so amazing...I can't take it..."

Qin Shouren didn't answer. In his mind, he was fantasizing about the beautiful policewoman Meng Qiulan moaning and writhing beneath him, imagining her sucking his penis, letting him play with her anus, and her wearing a police uniform, moaning seductively under his huge penis.

His imagination pushed his stamina to the limit. The lovely, delicate, beautiful young woman's high, white buttocks were like dough beneath him, being kneaded and attacked at will.

Li Xiang'er let out a seductive moan, the entire length of his penis inserted into her pink little hole, the glans grinding against her soft clitoris from time to time, making Li Xiang'er hum softly, "Hmm...hmm..."

as she weakly said, "My...my husband...does...does...does...does...does...does...does...does...does...does...does...does...does...does...doesn't

...

do

...

Qin Shouren's breathing grew heavier, his lips slightly parted. He felt Li Xiang'er's little fleshy hole contract tightly a few times, pressing against his penis. He quickly thrust a few more times, shuddered a few times, and then stood on tiptoe, lifting Li Xiang'er's snowy buttocks to expose her tender little hole. He thrust hard, thrust, thrust, his buttocks twitching for a while before collapsing onto Xiang'er's back and remaining still.

After a while, with a "plop!"

Qin Shouren pulled out his wet penis, stumbled back a few steps, his weak legs giving way, and sat down on the sofa. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and stared at the silhouette of the beautiful woman kneeling motionless on the windowsill. He shook his head, regaining his senses.

Li Xiang'er's body was already limp and numb. She leaned softly against the windowsill, a languid, wanton smile still lingering on her radiant face as she gazed blankly out the window. Lights flickered, cars streamed by, pedestrians hurried by, and satiated patrons were leaving, drunkenly. No one suspected that upstairs, a beautiful, naked woman was kneeling there, her allure tempting and seductive, watching them.

A stream of milky white semen flowed from between her slightly swollen labia, slowly trickling down her fair thighs…

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