Mysterious organization

"Can't you remove the blindfold from my face?"

O'Lingya struggled to pull at the black silk scarf covering her eyes, but a pair of strong, powerful hands pried
her fingers open, so decisively yet so gently.

"Be patient, O'Lingya. I'll take it off as soon as we get there," Ding Valen assured her. "
But if you don't sit still, I'll tie your hands up again. Of course, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"You must understand, my lady, you are now going to the heart of the organization, a mysterious place known only to highly skilled and
respected members. Going there is your greatest honor. Remember: to achieve
success, you must absolutely obey the organization's discipline and requirements."

O'Lingya stopped struggling and leaned back in the soft leather chair. Ding Valen had easily bailed her out of
prison , yet she wondered if she would rather accept another form of imprisonment.

Although she had dreamed of joining the "Great Love Demon" organization for years, she never imagined
things would turn out this way.

A long black limousine drove through the streets of Paris. O'Lingya sat quietly
between Ding Valen and a masked man who had met them at the prison gates.

To her bewilderment, she was completely under their control, yet they made no
attempt . She felt disheartened; in her imagination, the members of the "Great Love Demon" organization were adventurous,
incredibly brave, yet also tender and compassionate. It felt like hours had passed when the limousine suddenly swerved sharply to the right, and
O'Lingya fell onto Ding Valen. He held her tightly, preventing her from swaying.

His hands on her bare arms were so warm, so dry; she couldn't help but wish this
contact could last; she hoped to draw warmth from his strong body to dispel her fear. Then she heard
the creaking of wheels on the cobblestones. It must be on the way to a luxurious villa, or perhaps
passing through a public parking lot.

A few minutes later, the car stopped. Ding Valen, supporting Oulingya's arm, helped her out of the car. They
walked together into the sweltering Parisian summer afternoon. After walking across a stretch of gravel road and climbing a few steps,
they stopped. She suspected Ding Valen had answered the doorbell, because she faintly heard a "ding-a-ling," followed by
hurried footsteps slowly approaching them down the corridor. She suddenly felt ravenously hungry and her mouth was dry.

The door creaked open, accompanied by the clanking of the chain lock. "Welcome, madam, sir."

The voice was so mechanical, lifeless, making it impossible to discern the person's appearance or personality. A wave of tension and confusion
washed over Oulingya, and she clung tightly to Ding Valen; he had become the only signpost in her dark, mundane world.

Ding Valen, still holding Oulingya's arm, crossed the threshold. A cool breeze rushed towards them.
The air was filled with the scents of jasmine and freesia, and the faint chime of a clock drifted from somewhere. Oulingya
could hear the spray of a fountain. She stumbled forward, her sandals
clicking crisply on the smooth, hard floor. When she heard the door slam shut behind her,
she was terrified; her heart clenched. Ding Valen touched her arm, and her worries vanished. She
knew he must have sensed her trembling to calm her. What would he
think if she screamed?

"We've finally arrived, Oulingya. I'm sure you'll understand our impertinence, as blindfolding
was a necessary step." He removed the silk scarf from her eyes. Suddenly exposed to light, she blinked
uncomfortably .

"Now, the game begins." It took a long time for Oulingya to adjust to
the sunlight streaming in from the window. She rubbed her eyes, looked around, and found herself standing in the center of a spacious hall. Several long
columns rose straight from the gleaming marble floor to the magnificent golden domed ceiling, carved with
images of naked forest gods and fairies entwined in a state of blissful entanglement.

Looking around the hall, O'Lingya suddenly saw two uniformed male servants. They wore red
velvet jackets, deerskin trousers, and wigs. As they approached her, she
was startled ; their faces were hidden behind red leather masks, making them look
stiff and grotesque, like people from the eighteenth century. O'Lingya glanced nervously at Valen. "What's going on?"

"Are you scared?"

"Of course,"

Valen smiled.

"It's normal to be nervous."

He gestured to the two male servants who were slowly approaching them. "These two gentlemen are taking you to see
someone from the Great Love Demon Organization, Oulingya. It's time now, go with them."

In the center of the hall was a spacious wooden staircase with exquisite carvings, resembling an old
Hollywood decoration. The walls of the staircase were lined with frames of sketches and lacquer paintings. To Oulingya's surprise
, every painting she saw was an erotic work she had never seen before: grotesque nudes, charcoal sketches, and heavy
watercolors. The owner of this house must be a first-rate collector of famous paintings; perhaps one of the people she had
dealt was an internationally renowned painter. She suddenly realized whether she was under surveillance.
How much did the Great Love Demon Organization know about her?

The two uniformed male servants led her up the stairs to the second-floor door. They knocked
and then pushed it open. Oulingya felt a surge of inexplicable excitement; it had finally happened! After
years of anticipation and countless dreams, she had finally entered the heart of the organization. Her father would surely be proud of her.

The male servant stood with his hands at his sides, bowing respectfully. Oulingya stepped forward and entered the room, disappearing into
the darkness .

The door closed swiftly behind her, plunging the room into complete darkness. At first, Oulingya couldn't see anything.
Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the darkness, but she could only vaguely make out a bed in the middle of the room. She strained to see,
but still couldn't make out anything. After the door closed behind her, the last ray of light vanished.

She was left alone, standing in the pitch-black room.

"Welcome, Oulingya. It's an honor to have you here. Tell me, do you think coming to the organization is worthwhile?"

The voice was so familiar, yet she couldn't remember who it was. She tried her best to remain calm.
She repeatedly reminded herself that she was no longer the timid little girl, but Oulingya.

"I think it's worth it, sir," she replied.

After a pause, she continued, "My father would think so too."

The strange man gave a dry laugh. "Your frankness is admirable, Miss Oulingya. Your father tried
every means to join the organization; he had his chance, but unfortunately, he failed in the final duel.
He was a very good candidate, but not the best one. Why is a young girl like you standing
where your father failed, yet so confident?"

"Because I never doubt my abilities, sir. Never."

"I understand. However, you must demonstrate your talents to me, my proud young lady. Many
have tried, but all have failed; not even a woman has ever been able to penetrate the inner workings of the Great Love Demon Organization."

"I will not fail."

"Oh," a hint of mockery in his tone.

"I can see that you are indeed Oulingya, the girl who plays rugby-style sex games in her boyfriend's dormitory
."

Oulingya felt extremely embarrassed.

"It was a terribly boring Sunday afternoon. Nothing to do. How did you know?"

"You're the girl who seduced your physics teacher, because he threatened to expel you
."

Olga's eyes widened in disbelief. How could this stranger know these things?

She couldn't help but recall that day from long ago, which now seemed like a past
life when Dr. Atherton discovered her "inappropriate behavior" and threatened to expel her.
Limhurst College was a boarding school that championed freedom, but Dr. Gillian Atherton opposed liberalism that disregarded
occasions and formalities. As a result, this physics teacher, obsessed with ethics and morality, was stunned one afternoon
when he discovered Olga lying in a dormitory bed with two boys from a nearby public school—not even the same boy
. He had inadvertently pushed open a half-open door to an upperclassman's dormitory and saw
one another boy watched with relish. Dr. Atherton
simply couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"How could you have fallen so low?" Atherton roared, slamming the door shut.

His fury seemed to shake the room. The two boys scurried off the bed, desperately trying to hide their
embarrassment.

Oleia, however, returned Atherton's menacing gaze with an extremely alluring smile, expressing her displeasure
at this unreasonable, chastity-obsessed man's threats and intimidation. That very afternoon,
Oleia began her revenge plan…

Dr. Atherton grabbed Oleia's clothes, pulling her arm with his other hand, and dragged her down the corridor to his
office.

Oleia was still naked.

"I will severely punish you, Miss," he threatened viciously.

"And then let's see how Mrs. Thaworth explains this sordid and incomprehensible behavior."

But once the door closed, it wasn't Oleia who was punished, but Mr. Atherton.

"Put your clothes on right now, O'Lingya. Have some shame. Are you trying to challenge
etiquette ?"

Dr. Atherton threw the clothes into O'Lingya's arms, his gaze softening. O'Lingya didn't react;
putting on clothes would ruin the mood.

She wanted to use her nakedness to make this hypocrite suffer. She could see he was trying hard to avoid
looking at her, so she felt more confident, approaching him step by step and pressing her naked body against him. He tried to back away,
but there was nowhere to go. She pressed him tightly against the wall of his office.

"What...what do you want?"

From his voice, O'Lingya sensed her victory. "You're excited, aren't you, sir?"

"I...I don't understand what you're saying! Take your hands off me."

"You like watching me make love with Peter and Antonio, don't you, sir?" She pouted coquettishly,
running her fingers through his messy gray hair. Actually, he was quite good-looking.

“I wonder how long you watched us before you decided to barge into the dorm and create that scene of catching us in the act?
It’s interesting, isn’t it?” She pulled her fingers out of his hair and unzipped his trousers, something
her boyfriend Alex loved to do.

“Don’t be afraid, sir, I just want to teach you a lesson.” She slipped her hand inside the zipper,
groping. He was too tall to embrace her. He trembled. “No, no, no!”

But every nerve in his body screamed with excitement: “Great!” O’Lingya ignored his futile
resistance; she knew what he truly needed. She needed it too. Distracted by Atherton’s antics with the two
boys , she still craved sex. She groped him for a while, then led him through
the office to a gleaming gold piano. It was the piano the music teacher used for composing.

Atherton stopped resisting, his eyes filled with confusion. O’Lingya wouldn’t keep him confused for long; she would
soon show him exactly what she needed to do. She nimbly leaped onto the piano and lay down on the lid.

"There's enough room for two people," she gasped, spreading her legs and running her fingertips between them. "
Don't you want me, sir?"

"What? No? I can't!"

"But the whole school knows that you had sex with Tina and Brett at the very beginning of the semester!
Why won't you be with me?"

"That's nonsense, I simply..." Olga propped herself up on one elbow. Her full breasts
were alluring, her nipples brimming with passion.

"But Mr. Joe Castranger saw you and her in the gymnasium locker room last
Wednesday night, how could you forget!"

She smiled. "Let's forget about that, okay? Why don't you come and make love with me, sir?
You know, you're very beautiful, and I'm getting impatient."

The naked, bold, and provocative Olga stood in stark contrast to the hypocritical Dr. Atherton.

Finally, he recklessly pulled off his shirt and trousers and climbed on top of Olga.

Yes, that afternoon, they composed a beautiful melody together.

When the memory returned to reality, she stared wide-eyed in the darkness, bewildered and anxious. "Who are you?
How do you know so much about me?"

There was no answer. With the flick of a switch, a small lamp illuminated the bed, casting a
golden . Sitting on the bed was an elderly man, dressed in a silk Japanese kimono.

Oulingya sighed. "Now do you remember who I am, Oulingya?"

The judge! Was he the gaunt old man who had looked down on her in court? Completely different: now he
sat here, his eyes burning not with Puritanical revolutionary passion, but with undisguised greed.

"If you wish to be tested, first you must prove your ability: prove it to me. Make me happy,
Oulingya. Just make me happy. But you must understand, once you fail, you can never step through these doors again,
because there is no second chance."

"What do you want me to do, sir?"

"I want you to fully utilize your imagination, miss. Find the key that will make me happy. You'll find
it to be a very interesting challenge."

Oulingya knew it was a test for her. It was something she had longed for. When she was still a dreamy schoolgirl
, she had discovered that exploring her lover's body was a complete pleasure. She took off her thin sweater and skirt,
slowly and provocatively.

Because of the heat, she was only wearing a small pair of underwear underneath. She was so glad that she had finally persuaded
Ding Valen to let her change her clothes. Her bare breasts clearly won the old judge's approval. However, Oulingya
also clearly saw that his body under the silk kimono showed no sign of desire. She removed her underwear, walked to the bedside,
leaned down, and rubbed her skin against his face, letting him feel the texture of her skin and the scent of
her French perfume.

If Oulingya had secretly hoped the judge would be weak-willed and succumb to her, now she would see things differently
. He allowed her to remove his kimono, then lay on his back on the bed,
unresponsive . Oulingya looked down at him, hoping to gain some encouragement from his body, but no matter how she
touched him, the judge remained listless and unresponsive. She knelt on the bed, pressed her body against his, and licked
every part of his body, but he remained silent.

Oulingya was shocked. Over the years, how many men had she attracted with this method! The legendary
discipline was that it would never tolerate weakness or incompetence. She had a responsibility to break that discipline, to overcome it with her skillful and passionate techniques.
Oulingya used all her strength to awaken the old man's desire. She was confident she could excite him.

However, his will was so strong. With unwavering faith, boundless reverence for the "Great Love Demon" organization
, and absolute obedience to its discipline, the judge was certain he would overcome Ou Lingya's superior skills. Just as the shadow of defeat
was about to fall upon Ou Lingya's face, she suddenly noticed a knotted belt lying on the bed
. An idea struck her, and she untied the knot. The belt was of just the right weight and smooth; she was perfectly at ease. When Ou Lingya
struck him for the first time, the judge's body jerked violently, then immediately yielded.

Thus, she quickly discovered the key to unlocking his pleasure. She merely lashed
his abdomen with a silk belt, not with force, while the tassels at one end slipped between his legs, teasing his testicles.

Finally, he couldn't help but groan softly, and Ou Lingya knew victory was inevitable.

"Give up, sir. Don't fight your desires."

She climbed on top of him, riding him as if he were a magnificent horse. Her legs pressed tightly against his sides.
To Ou Lingya's surprise, he remained silent. She looked down at his face and saw a faint
smile playing on his lips: he might have tacitly accepted Ou Lingya's methods, but wasn't ready to compromise.

The judge's resistance to Ou Lingya only fueled her determination to defeat him. How long could he hold out? She
needed to use some small strategies to break through his last line of defense. A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and she picked up the
ribbon again, tying a series of knots. This time, the whipping was no joke; she swung the ribbon forcefully.
Each strike to the judge felt like a sting from a bumblebee. He began to react, his body
writhing in pain on the bed.

She continued to whip the judge's body. At first, she only hit his stomach, then moved downwards, hitting his
groin. When she whipped his testicles, he let out a scream
like a long, agonizing cry from someone being tortured to death. But his scream contained a hint of excitement.

Then, with practiced ease, Oulingya slipped her long, sharp-nailed fingers between his legs, touching
the sensitive areas on either side of his testicles. His body shuddered violently. Oulingya, with a triumphant air, pinched his
scrotum , and this time, his cries were filled with ecstasy and excitement. Oulingya bent down and kissed his cheek
.

"I told you I wouldn't fail, sir. Oulingya never goes back on her word."

The judge opened his eyes, looking towards the chairs. "I cannot personally judge whether you have succeeded or failed,
Miss Oulingya," he replied.

"What do you mean? Tell me…"

The judge reached for the table beside him and switched on another lamp. Instantly, the room was brightly lit, even some dark
corners were visible.

Oulingya looked around in panic. To her astonishment, she found the intricately carved chairs around the room filled
with masked figures.

She turned to the judge. “They’ve been watching us, when we…?”

“Yes, darling. Of course. Let them decide whether you pass the test, shall we?”

“Hmm, sure. I just want to know who they are.”

“Oh, they are some of the senior members of the Great Love Demon Organization. They wear masks so that no
one outside the organization can see their faces. They are all very influential people—cabinet ministers, movie stars,
Nobel Prize-winning scientists; they have dedicated their lives to the organization. Do you still want to join,
dear?”

“Of course. Do you doubt my loyalty? As a child, I swore to be the first woman
to enter the organization. I will achieve my goal at any cost, sir.”

“Her spirit is admirable,” said one of the onlookers, standing up. His zipper was open, and
Ou Lingya imagined how excited he must have been watching her and the judge's “performance.” He stood tall,
strong, and charismatic.

“But I must admit, I still have
doubts .”

“Does she have the necessary patience?” interjected another.

“Courage? Those are essential qualities.”

“She also has to prove her sexual prowess,” added another, his zipper also
open , looking at Ou Lingya as if she were a delicious, imported piece of meat.

She got out of bed and confidently walked towards the group of men. Now that she had come this far, she wouldn't fail. She knelt down
and put the first man's testicles into her mouth, instantly feeling a surge of power, and all her doubts
vanished.

Soon, Ou Lingya would become a member of the Great Love Demon Organization.

"Do you know what you're going to do from now on, Oulingya?"

"Yes."

She and Ding Valen stood in the lobby of the St. Demon Hotel, her mind racing. She could hardly believe what had happened to her
just hours before. It was like a dream, and when she woke up, it was all gone.

Now, she was back at the hotel, and Ding Valen was here, right beside her. She was still sweaty and
smelled of perfume. Glory made her elated, and it made her want to indulge in sensual pleasures: to be a pure
mating animal. She had already convinced the judges present, and now she still had to work harder.

In short, she wanted a chance to prove herself and to use this opportunity as the beginning of tempering
her will. She also wanted to celebrate this opportunity. She ran her fingers
through Ding Valen's golden curls.

"You want to...?" Ding Valen smiled and shook his head. "I don't think you really understand, Oulingya.
You have to gather your strength to face the test. It's a very difficult thing, and it takes a lot of energy."

Oulingya laughed. “Oh, Ding Valen, after everything that’s happened today, I’m no longer worried that
the organization will abandon me.”

Ding Valen patted her hand. “You are a very brave young woman, Oulingya, but you must
stay clear-headed and not forget the lesson of your father’s failure. Remember what I told you: in the days to come,
you will undergo seven trials. You must pass them all. Because the Great Love Demon Organization never gives a second chance.”

Oulingya nodded: “How will I know when each trial begins?”

“Every morning at nine o’clock, a messenger will come to your hotel room. He will tell you what
mission you will be carrying out that day. Good luck, Oulingya! Perhaps one day, we will meet again.”

With great regret, Oulingya watched the tall, strong Ding Valen walk out of the hotel lobby, through two
doors, and into the bustling street. How regrettable. They had gotten along so well together.

But soon, his warning was thrown to the winds, she even forgot it. She began to have
abnormal of course she herself was unaware of this change: she didn’t want to spend any
night alone.

Lingering by the reception desk, she found a handsome clerk. She leaned on the counter, giving him
a flirtatious smile, her loose sweater casually open. "Hello," she greeted,

"I wanted to ask... what time you finish work?"

"Eight o'clock, miss. But..." She wrote her room number on the back of a piece of paper and pushed it in
front of him.

"Nine o'clock," she whispered, "I'll wait for you."

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