SM Human Club

My name is Wang Handong, and I'm the owner of a real estate company. I'm a millionaire, handsome, dashing, and have a penchant for novel things like SM. I'm currently heading to a place called "SM Human Club" for some fun. "Hehe, as for my real identity, well, that's a secret." "Mr. Wang, we've arrived at the club!" Nakai, who introduced me, gave me the same lewd grin. "Damn it, what does this Japanese guy think I'm thinking? Do I look like that?"

From the outside, SM Human Club looks like a villa in the suburbs of Beijing, very elegantly built, unlike those neither-here-nor-there villas. This building blends in with the surrounding scenery, giving it a European manor feel. "Such a beautiful place being used for this by the Japanese, a national disgrace!" You know, I'm very patriotic.

After paying the remaining balance, I finally entered the club. Nakai then gave me a suggestion that sent chills down my spine: "Mr. Wang, if you'd like to perform a few shows here, we can do it for you for free, and your income would be quite substantial... You know, men as handsome as you are truly rare!" I broke out in a cold sweat, wanting to run away immediately, if only... "Of course I know I'm good-looking! I've already paid, so stop talking nonsense and take me there!" "Sorry, I'll take you there now." Even Nakai, if he were stupid, knew my face was green with envy, and obediently led me there. —It was just a few rooms with one-way glass windows. The performers were performing, and I watched through the glass, almost like a voyeur.

"Damn." The room had only three walls, and one wall of glass was the size of a wall. "Mr. Wang, this is your tool. It will help you understand the SM Human Club." Nakai led me a "dog," a handsome young man, naked with a fair body, wearing only a leopard-print thong, his manhood also concealed in a leopard-print pouch, seemingly very well covered. A matching leather collar around his neck connected to a short iron chain, his hands and feet were bound: his hands were tied behind his back, and a metal rod that could be bent in two was strung across his ankles. He knelt on the ground, looking at me with a mournful expression. "Bound like this, can he...can he move?" I forced myself to remain calm, forcing the green on my face to return to its normal color. "Of course, the rod can be folded!" Nakai immediately demonstrated, and I inwardly groaned: Of course I know what you're up to, I just don't want this kid watching. "I didn't realize Mr. Wang was so naive!" Nakai's laughter gave me goosebumps. Damn it, if I kept arguing with him, I'd definitely give myself away. "Alright, stop bothering me, get out of here." I shoved a wad of cash into Nakai's hand and finally got rid of this plague. Facing the boy who was looking at me with a mournful expression, I really didn't know where to put my hands. "Damn it, there's not even a sofa, the Japanese are really stingy." I plopped down on the ground in a huff. Suddenly, everything went dark. The light on the other side of the glass slowly came on. "The show's finally starting!" I said with a laugh, even I thought the laugh sounded rather sinister. Not really sinister...

The light had been on for a while, and I stood there by the glass, dumbfounded: Damn it, there's no bed and no one on the other side. "Hey, they didn't call me here to watch the light play, did they? I can see what's up with the light, it's a shadowless lamp! Could it be, could it be... I'm here to do something for someone else!" Thinking this, my heart was pounding like a deer. I pressed myself against the wall looking for a door: the Japanese didn't even have doorknobs.

"Nakai, you bastard, what are you trying to do to me? Spit out the tip I just gave you!" As soon as I stepped out, I grabbed Nakai by the neck and started choking him. "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we at 'Human World' are the industry standard, we provide four-star service..." The little brat I choked was twisted into a map of Japan. "You call yourselves the industry standard, the standard, four-star?" I squeezed harder... "Wait, four-star?" "What a big organization!" Thinking this, I put the "earthworm" Nakajima on the ground. "Speak!" — I slapped my thigh — Nakajima shuddered: "Three, three more minutes!"

Damn it, Nakajima was scared of me and confessed all the tricks in the room: there were three cracks on each of the three walls, and inserting the access card into the three walls would raise them to reveal the 'kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom'. There was also a stereo sound system and a camera hidden in the room. "Ah, I see. I was thinking, no matter how 'delicious' it is, you can't hold back for 24 hours in there!" Hahaha... Nakai saw me playing dumb and muttered under his breath, "This isn't what they wanted to say! It's all your fault for not communicating properly with your 'guide dog.' I was so scared! If you keep using 'you' and 'them,' I'll kill your mother first and then you. What's even scarier is: what am I going to do with this 'damn Japanese perverted camera'? My mother has always told me to be loyal to the country! Oh well, looks like I'll just have to take it one step at a time...

An hour into the performance, a giant round bed rose up from the ground. Damn, it was about three meters in diameter. 'Those Japanese, they're willing to spend money!' Two burly men were attached to the bed. Goodness, their bodies were so hard and shiny. 'How did they get so fat?'" Before I could even finish my exclamation, those two gentlemen were already quite active: the dark-faced one, with a face like Zhang Fei, pounced on the more delicate-faced one with a "tiger pounce," knocking him down. Aside from their slightly

different faces, their physiques were practically identical. The white-faced one wasn't to be outdone, tilting his head back and delivering a hard slap to the dark-faced one's mouth. The dark-faced one then launched a "net of heaven and earth," enveloping the white-faced one's cherry-like mouth in a bite, like a hungry dog? Hmm, a bit like a hungry pig; the grunting sound didn't sound human at all. "Mr. Wang," This is the 18th incestuous act—'Brotherly Love: Zhang Fei and Liu Bei'. You are fortunate to witness the performance brought to you by our club's top top and bottom, who are from a prestigious family... Nakai, oblivious to his own mortality, used the "you" again on the loudspeaker, "We must kill this kid, 'Zhang Fei and Liu Bei'? Damn it, the Japanese are still thinking about cultural invasion at this time!" "They are genuine brothers! Mr. Wang, please enjoy. Hehehehehe..." I'm sweating again.

"Do it! Do it! Kill me! Ah! Ah!... Brother Liu Bei on the other side is screaming without any artistry." Scream, scream! I'm perfectly calm! I sat cross-legged on the sofa, which I had just carried from the bedroom. "My training wasn't for nothing." "I timed it for him: in the first half, they sucked on each other's lips for 15 minutes and licked for 20 minutes—until they were glistening and shimmering. The scoring point was: at 25 minutes into the first half, my buddy did something really difficult, one on the front, one on the back, you comfort my xx, I comfort your xx, without wasting anyone's time." "That's so ingenious! Wearing two loincloths—'Japanese sumo wrestling'—wouldn't that be more interesting!" "Why don't you, Zhang Fei, have some hygiene—you have to suck every single one of your fingers, what a pervert! And you insist on sucking every single one of your fingers before you do anything." "Foul!" "That Liu Bei brother, now he flips over and pins the black guy down. I was sweating for the black guy: thankfully, Liu Bei brother just wanted to change positions.

Those two guys, definitely four-star. Finished in 2 hours. I thought to myself, it would have been better to watch a DVD at home—no close-ups! I couldn't even see his face! Those Japanese bastards ripped me off, I took it out on the dog: 'Can you understand human language! Go get me a bottle of beer and some snacks.' I tugged at the leash. 'Goodbye! We're off work! It's your loss if you didn't use me.' Hey, what are you doing here!? Is he talking to me? The little brat walked to the door, pouted, stomped his foot, and said, 'How many times have I told you, they only buy bodies, not skills!' He slammed the door shut. 'Ha, ha, you know, kids these days are really, really rebellious.' I thought to myself, my mouth forming an 'o'."

The second show featured a meticulously dressed middle-aged doctor versus a completely naked young man. The scene was quite bizarre: the giant round bed opposite them was gone (now I understand why they used such a huge bed. Think about it, those two guys together aren't much lighter than an elephant; who would you ask for compensation if the bed collapsed? I heard the Japanese have pretty good personal protection policies for their employees.). The scene changed to an ordinary office, where the young man was tied in a "T" shape to a standing steel plate, his eyes half-open and half-closed, a bridle in his mouth, and his manhood tightly wrapped in a small bamboo basket. His doctor, standing ramrod straight facing me (yes, handsome), picked up instruments from a small cart to demonstrate: a whole bunch of scalpels (was he eating Western food or playing with throwing knives?), a small bunch of catheters, a pair of forceps, a pair of drills (probably for drilling teeth, haha, probably)... and many other things I couldn't name. "Ha-ha-ha!!! It's nothing, ha-ha, I've seen it all before. Ha-ha!" His voice trembled slightly. "My mom says I've wet my pants the moment I see a doctor with a scalpel since I was little." "Hey, turning the air conditioning up so high. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" I draped a blanket over myself. "Those little Japanese don't know the traditional virtues of the Chinese people—power outages! Unethical!!"

The little doctor turned his back and started wielding the scalpel: picking up a "cleaver" (it really was that big), slicing and slicing!!! —"Squeak!!!!" Blood spurting out. "It's okay, I'll clean it up for you," the doctor said. (Doctor, how can you be so unhygienic? Are you Zhang Fei from earlier? Don't think I won't recognize you just because you're dressed!) —"Squeak!!!" Spurting out. "The bleeding has stopped, I'll cut it again!!!!" —Cutting out. The doctor said.

It's 12 o'clock now. Ten minutes ago, at 11:50, the doctor finally cut that thing off—the foreskin. (Yes, what did you think it was? It's just a cute little foreskin. Ugh...........................)

I am Wang Handong, and I'm very hungry now, "So hungry.............." (This is what you call deserved: clearly unable to bear the sight of blood, yet still watching this perverted show—vomit, vomit. Men, vomiting is not a sin!!!!!!!!!) "Wow, how amazing! How do you open a can?" Dragging his stomach, which felt like he'd been punched a few times, Wang Handong "crawled" into the kitchen and opened a can of food. "Kitchen"—well, that word didn't quite fit. In Wang's idiot eyes, it was as high-tech as an outer spaceship. The pots and pans all gleamed with a cold, heavy metallic sheen. The microwave, with its square shape, seemed destined to destroy humanity. The refrigerator had a Doraemon-like "eight"-dimensional pocket and a mysterious, postmodern smile.

(Stop! This bastard author has completely distorted the protagonist's thoughts. The protagonist is like this: "Damn it, Nakai, you bastard! I have to cook for myself! Hey, where the hell are you... You know I only know how to eat, say something! Hey, are you dead?!... "Damn, hehe, little brat, let's see if I don't take care of you!........ "Hahahaha, hehehe... The protagonist walks towards the pitiful "Nakai" with his signature lewd grin....... "Hehe, open it for me..." "Glug, glug, ah!... "Delicious!" "So delicious!" "I've never tasted anything so good before!"....... ...

With a knowing smile, Wang Handong left the kitchen, sucking his fingers contentedly. Only, pitifully, forlornly left on the dining table—a can of "Zhongjing" (Zhongjing brand canned goods, delicious and visible).

I sat on the sofa, the table empty opposite me. "Looks like that Zhongjing kid went to eat with the doctor and patients. Damn, he didn't even take me! I'm going to report him to the Consumer Association." "Mr. Wang, you haven't eaten yet! I brought you something good to eat!" Zhongjing sneakily approached me. "Ah? Ah!" I stumbled, a toothpick poking my mouth. "Poor thing!" Zhongjing reached for my face, and I kicked him. "Hey, don't be so rude, I'm just a special..." "Cheng, I brought you sushi for lunch." He flatteringly pulled out a bento box. "Eat up, this is something only a VIP like you can enjoy!" "Really?" I took a bite, and wow, it tasted pretty good. To be honest, I had just eaten some canned food, which was barely enough to fill my stomach, and I was still hungry! Besides, I'm from a poor family, and sushi is something new and exciting. Since I've already paid, I might as well eat it. I devoured it... (The protagonist is still immature! He immediately revealed his petty-bourgeois nature. What big boss hasn't eaten sushi before?)

Halfway through, I finally had time to savor it properly. "I was wondering why the meat in this sushi bun looked raw. Look, there's even blood in it!" I pointed it out to Nakai. "Because the requirements are the most..." "Fresh, so all the ingredients are freshly cut, of course there's blood. But all the food at our Human Club has passed ISO9001 quality certification, please rest assured there will be absolutely no parasites, gonorrhea, syphilis, genital warts or anything like that..." I didn't have time to listen to Nakai's nonsense, I continued eating... "Gonorrhea, oh, I didn't expect your pigs to be so promiscuous!" I said without turning my head. "No, you've misunderstood again, what you're eating isn't pork! What you're eating is the foreskin you just saw cut off! It's high-grade, fresh, nutritious, and good for your kidneys." "Bang!!!" A human-shaped object fell from the sofa to the floor. Face down.

"Mr. Wang, why did you fall? Get up quickly, don't hurt your lovely face."

"Huh, why are you rolling your eyes?"

"What did you say? Foreskin?...I...want to...vomit..."

"Don't faint, there's still the second half of the 'Beastly Doctor' show and 'Violent Lustful Aesthetics—Tiger Father Attacking Dog Son,' 'The Art of Sexuality,' you haven't enjoyed it yet!

"A person should finish what they start, you must finish watching! Let's cheer each other on! Keep going!

"Ouch! Don't convulse... (convulse...)

Because Wang Handong fainted, the second half of the 'Beastly Doctor' show will be narrated by Nakai (everyone applauds)."

"The performance went like this: First, to get the man an erection, the doctor ordered him to kneel on the ground with his head down and buttocks raised. Forceps were used to dilate his anus, which was then thoroughly coated with aphrodisiac. To prevent him from moving, his limbs were tightly bound into a very sensual position.

Second, a small snake, about the thickness of a little finger, was taken, coated with butter for lubrication, and then brushed with mentholatum (to make the snake feel good). Next, the snake was inserted into the dilated anus. To prevent the snake from crawling out, a hard-boiled egg was used to plug the anus.

At this point, the snake's forward movement inside the man's body was constantly stimulating him, and combined with the strong effects of the aphrodisiac, the man's penis became extremely erect. The doctor pinched it to confirm it was hard enough to proceed to the next step.

Third, the doctor first inserted a syringe into the man's prostate..." Urine was suctioned from the tiny opening at the tip, and the man's body convulsed and trembled as the doctor pulled the syringe. After withdrawing the syringe, the doctor immediately reinserted it, injecting 250cc of a mixture of milk and honey into the man's body. The syringe was withdrawn completely, and the doctor licked the bodily fluids and the milk and honey that had seeped onto his hand. The man, with a professional spirit, endured the pain; his tightly furrowed brow, white knuckles, and glistening sweat on his brown skin all testified to the extraordinary agony he was suffering.

The fourth step involved the doctor inserting a catheter about 15cm into the tiny opening. He sucked at the other end. Thick blood slowly rose within the tube, finally flowing into the doctor's mouth, where it was gently swallowed.

The man felt a tremendous force pulling him dry, and at the peak of the force, he could no longer hold back and screamed, "Ah ... ...

The doctor wiped his mouth, and the man's suffering ended.

"Thank you for watching, the next show will be even more exciting!"

It was me, Wang Handong (just waking from a coma), I was starving (constantly vomiting), but for my mission, I'd still watch:

This show was called "Tiger Father Attacks Dog Son"—a middle-aged man on his 10-year-old son (his own!?).

It started off similarly to the first show [email protected]%$#

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