A Day in the Life of an Ordinary Person in 2068 (Torture, Ice Love) Author: Cape of Good Hope

Author: 　　Cape of 　　Good Hope　　Word 　　Count
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********** ... Politicians want their citizens to indulge in sensual pleasures rather than focus on endless conflicts. 　　EC Corporation, keenly aware of the market's vast potential, quickly acquired a long-established biological research institute, pushing its cloning technology into the sex industry and using internet-based thinking to meet clients' customized needs. 　　Shen Cheng, a financial advisor at a bank, skillfully logged onto EC's homepage on his computer over the weekend. An array of women's photos appeared on the screen for clients to choose from. Customizing an appearance required an additional 1000 yuan. 　　"It has to be that bitch Han Peipei! I'm going to fuck her to death!" Shen Cheng said, clicking the mouse. This woman who fueled his resentment was his boss, a haughty, aloof, and powerful woman . The worst part was that every mistake Shen Cheng made at work didn't escape Han Peipei's notice. In fact, his attempts to curry favor with this beauty had only angered her, turning the whole situation into a nightmare. 　　After clicking on the customized appearance option on the webpage, Shen Cheng uploaded a beautiful work photo of Han Peipei. 　　Next, he selected her body type. The screen displayed various body types of women ranging from 1.2 to 1.9 meters tall. 　　Based on visual estimation, Shen Cheng truthfully selected items such as t168b88w59h87. 　　Then, the screen showed an interface for selecting voice timbre, and he uploaded a recording of Han Peipei's speech at the company's annual meeting. 　　Next was personality setting, and he unhesitatingly chose the "Queen" type. 　　The next step was scenario design. Shen Cheng lit a cigarette and fell into deep thought. He planned to vent his long- suppressed anger on this imposter Han Peipei. He needed to briefly explain the elements of mockery he needed, so that the engineers at CE could implant the pre-set memories into the clone. 　　He clicked to pay, and the settlement amount for cloning one person was 6,000 yuan. Watching the money in his card being swiped, Shen Cheng actually breathed a sigh of relief. He put on his coat, got into his car, and sped off towards his destination. 　　Soon, a hotel-style building appeared in front of him. Shen Cheng swiped his fingerprint at the elevator entrance and was then taken to a room numbered 4120. 　　He pushed open the door. It was a room furnished as a small conference room, just as he had ordered. Exam papers and pens sat on a round table. A woman sat at a far end, watching him. She 　　had an oval face, delicate features with light makeup, possessing both feminine beauty and masculine charm. Her black ponytail and suit gave her a chic and sophisticated look, while her skirt encased her legs , a look that stirred all sorts of fantasies. This was Han Peipei's most common appearance. 　　"Shen Cheng! Ten minutes late!" The woman, legs crossed, glared at him. This was the phrase he heard most often and hated most. 　　"Sister Peipei, I'm sorry. Being late for an exam doesn't count as an absence, right?" Shen Cheng smiled ingratiatingly ; the act had to continue for it to be interesting. 　　The woman, convinced she was the bank manager Han Peipei, snapped, "Stop grinning! These ten minutes will be deducted from your exam time!" Picking up the exam paper, Shen Cheng smiled. The paper contained things he had haphazardly filled out and submitted online . 　　"Shen Cheng, are you out of your mind? What are you grinning about? You'll be demoted if you fail the exam, then you can laugh!" The imposter Han Peipei was incredibly convincing. 　　Shen Cheng pretended to write quickly on each question—fill-in-the-blank, multiple choice, short answer—and handed in the paper in less than twenty minutes. 　　Han Peipei, who had initially ignored him, showed a hint of surprise, which quickly turned into disdain . Taking the paper, she couldn't help but sarcastically remark, "You don't need to fill in answers you don't know. How irresponsible of you!" 　　However, after just one glance at the paper, the beautiful woman's face turned as red as an apple, and she lowered her head, remaining silent. 　　Shen Cheng feigned innocence and went up to her, saying, "Sister Peipei, what's wrong? How many points did I get?" The paper clearly stated: Fill-in-the-blank question one: Han Peipei's underwear today is: a. flesh-colored high-waisted, b. white briefs, c. red thong, d. gray boxer briefs. 　　"I chose C, what's the correct answer?" Shen Cheng saw Han Peipei's arrogant demeanor vanish , barely suppressing a laugh, but he directly reached under her suit skirt. 　　"Ah!" Caught off guard, her beautiful legs were parted by Shen Cheng, revealing thin pantyhose under her skirt. Only a thin red string could be seen between her legs, not enough to cover the mature woman's lush garden. 　　"Shen Cheng!!! You dare touch me?!" Han Peipei roared. 　　"Hehe, I chose the right one. I didn't expect Sister Peipei to be so generous and proper on the outside, but so slutty on the inside." Shen Cheng looked at her ashamed and indignant appearance, and continued, "I have to take responsibility for myself, let's look at the other questions." Question 1: How to prove that Han Peipei is Shen Cheng's sex slave?! 　　"Enough!" Han Peipei couldn't take it anymore, "Get out of here!" Seeing that Shen Cheng [the whole text] didn't react at all, she shouted, "If you don't leave, I will!" She ran to the door, wanting to leave but couldn't open it. She didn't know when the two of them had been locked in this conference room. Shen Cheng's serious voice came from behind: "Answer: Han Peipei's bra and cunt have identification tags to prove her identity." Shen Cheng said [full text] and rushed up to her, pinning her to the ground. He quickly ripped open the buttons on the front of her suit jacket, and despite her fierce resistance, he flipped the exposed full-cup bra upwards, and the tag inside the cup immediately slid out.

"Look at this, it's so beautiful!" Shen Cheng exclaimed excitedly, holding the tag up to the pitiful woman.
The words on the tag, still warm from her body, were clearly visible: "Han Peipei is Shen Cheng's sex slave. Everything she owns belongs to Shen Cheng."

Han Peipei was horrified, clutching her chest tightly with both hands and bending her legs to try and knee Shen Cheng away. Unexpectedly,
Shen Cheng turned to the side, pressing her left leg down with his body and using one leg to block her right leg,
exposing .

"Let me go! You're talking nonsense!" Han Peipei couldn't explain why there was a lewd note related to Shen Cheng in her bra.
Faced with her subordinate's attack, she began to experience the disadvantage of being a woman.

"Ah!" A large hand deftly reached under her skirt, easily tearing a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose.

"Stop! Ugh..." Two fingers pushed aside the thong and then roughly probed into the mature woman's flower,
beginning to explore the entire vaginal cavity. Fingertips grazed the tender flesh inside her, her lower abdomen trembling
as , but these instinctive resistances were utterly insignificant under Shen Cheng's brutal actions.

Soon, another note was pried out of the woman's vagina. Her chin was gripped, forcing
her the words: "Han Peipei is Shen Cheng's sex slave. Everything she owns belongs to Shen Cheng."
When had this note been inserted into her lower body? How did Shen Cheng know? Was her identity truly…? Han Peipei didn't have time
to think further. Taking advantage of the other man's smugness, she abruptly stood up and ran to the door, pounding on the small door of the conference room.

"Help! Someone help me!" she screamed, desperately trying to recall how she got to this
room . She pounded on the only door, but no one appeared. Where am I?

Where is everyone else? Unfortunately, her mind remained blank.

Her ponytail was grabbed and pulled back, a sharp pain dragging her back to reality. Her scalp felt like it was being
ripped she was forced to be led by the hand holding her ponytail.

Shen Cheng cursed from behind, "You slut! Still won't believe me, huh!" With a flick of his wrist, he
threw to the ground again, then pounced on her and quickly stripped her of all her clothes except for her stockings.
He then unbuckled his belt,
revealing penis. He twisted his waist, aiming his penis at the narrow opening 　　between her plump buttocks, gripped her shoulders tightly, and with a sudden release, thrust his unusually large penis
all the way into her body. "Ah ... 　　The man crawled on her smooth back, then reached out to cup her large breasts pressed against the ground. 　　Slowly arching his lower abdomen, his penis withdrew two-thirds of its length. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Fill in the blank, Han Peipei's least favorite sexual position is doggy style, right? A proud woman like you simply cannot tolerate being pinned down ." He launched into a second round of thrusts. 　　*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!* With monotonous, pile-driving movements, Shen Cheng's lower abdomen slammed against her beautiful buttocks countless times, each thrust pushing Han Peipei forward a few inches before pulling her back. His penis, like a giant python, moved nimbly in and out of the bloody orifice between Han Peipei's legs. Her cervix had long been penetrated by the hard glans, and the scraped mucous membrane, soft tissue, and blood gradually gathered into a small clump of flesh between her legs. 　　He thrust hundreds of times in one go, and the woman's screams changed from clear "ah ah" to a hoarse groan that resonated from her lungs and nose. Shen Cheng gradually felt the beautiful female body beneath him losing its initial resistance Remembering Han Peipei's usual unruly nature, he bit down hard on her shoulder with his remaining anger. Holding her shoulder, he mumbled indistinctly, "Even if you're a wild horse, I'll still ride you ! Han Peipei! You're just a piece of rotten meat I bought for 6000 yuan! I'll fuck you to death!" He thrust dozens of times before finally holding Han Peipei's slender waist tightly and ejaculating deep into her body. 　　Afterwards, he grabbed her ponytail, lifting her head at an exaggerated angle. Han Peipei's eyes rolled back, barely breathing, a saliva-covered tongue hanging from the corner of her mouth. Her once confident and dashing smile was now a rare expression of pain and contortion, a look that was both terrifying and lewdly alluring. 　　Her once plump breasts were now marked with bloody welts from being pinched, a sight too painful to behold. Her long, shapely legs, clad in stockings, were spread wide in a V-shape, still relatively intact, but her private parts were unrecognizable. 　　Shen Cheng pressed his fingerprint on the door, and a voice immediately sounded: "Please rate our products and services." 　　"100 points, I'm very satisfied." "Would you be willing to donate the discarded products to the poor in need?" "Haha, of course, the more people who have slept with her, the better." "Thank you for your patronage, welcome to visit again." On Monday, Shen Cheng returned to the company. He wouldn't easily lose his temper in the face of his boss Han Peipei's questioning. 　　Meanwhile, at the side entrance of CE Company, a group of homeless men had gathered there early on. As soon as the side entrance opened, a dozen or so women in light blue hospital gowns lined up to walk into the building. The crowd immediately stirred, and the homeless men rushed forward , starting a brawl over the discarded female clones. 　　More than forty homeless men fought over a dozen female clones, creating a chaotic scene. 　　"Come with me!" a drunken man said, stopping a woman. He was quickly kicked flat on his face by a burly man behind him, who then dragged the woman away. 　　"Mine!" "Mine!" Two beggars grabbed the woman's upper body and legs, respectively, neither willing to let go, and the three wrestled on the ground. 　　The female clone, codenamed 4120, who had only undergone genital repair surgery, was still extremely weak and unable to walk. Her memories erased, she lay quietly on a bench. A homeless man who had just lost a fight found her, picked up 4120, and ran away as fast as he could.

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