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One day, young Eurydice sat beside her father, listening to him recount his glorious past and how he
had almost become a member of that organization.

"Father, one day, I will join the 'Great Love Demon' organization!" Eurydice declared loudly. "I will
be a member, and on that day, you will be proud of me."

But Oliver shook his head.

"My child, you are brave, but you must abandon this foolish idea. No woman has ever joined
this organization."

Eurydice stared at her father with wide, bright emerald eyes.

"Then I will be the first," she declared.

Ten years later, Eurydice arrived at this very luxurious Parisian hotel, awaiting the opportunity she had
longed for . Legend had it that the headquarters of the "Great Love Demon" organization was in Paris. Perhaps after so many attempts
, she would be lucky enough to find it; perhaps this time she would succeed.

"Wait, observe, listen," her father told her weeks before he died. "
Be patient. If you're prepared, he'll summon you. Even if he doesn't, you must
wait quietly."

Easier said than done, O'Lingya thought. But she wasn't good at waiting. Once she
saw what she wanted, she'd go to any lengths to get it, especially when it came to sex.
She was sexually active, and since men adored her, she could steadily pursue her desires. For the past few years, she
had worked as an agent for an international businessman, business dealings that provided her with ample time for pleasure. She
had a vague feeling that she might be facing a challenge "given" to her by an organization. Why, oh why, hadn't
they contacted her? This was her third visit to Paris in months, yet still no
news.

Fortunately, she still had work. Tomorrow she was going to work at a small private art gallery, where
she had acquired some works from unknown artists at auction. But what would she do after that?

She touched her body, unable to help but think of the handsome elevator attendant and his captivating
physique. He was charming; she wished he were beside her now, wishing to see his breathtaking
muscles and the outline of his erect penis in his pants. His sexual prowess was superb; she longed to bite him again,
to relive that moment in the elevator… Instinctively, she reached between her legs, relaxing them. Another wave of pleasure washed over her,
recalling the joy of the afternoon in the elevator. Her right hand reached for her breasts, beginning to knead her nipples. Her nipples were
extremely sensitive, full and firm. They needed caresses and kisses; even the gentle summer breeze aroused them
.

Oulingya rubbed her fingers between her labia for a while, until they became moist again… Her fingers
touched her clitoris, which had become hard and aroused, ready to be caressed. She didn't know
what it would feel like to rub her genitals raw, so she inserted a small silver ring into the most sensitive part of her vulva.
Her friend had done it before and told her it felt wonderful. Oh, it was still an
adventure . Perhaps she could try it when she got back to England.

Instantly, pleasure washed over her entire being, overflowing her body. Her breathing quickened, and her fingertips instinctively
rubbed .

How she longed for an endless night, a night of endless lovemaking. Even if her lover was cruel,
she would still beg for his mercy. She was a horse, to be "ridden" by her master, regardless of night
or day .

"May I come in, Miss!"

O'Lingya suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head, and saw someone standing outside the door. A dark-skinned and muscular
man , about thirty years old, hesitated to enter, one hand on the doorknob, the other carrying a canvas
tool bag. In the sweltering July heat, he was shirtless, still wearing blue jeans.

So, this must be the showerhead repairman! She glanced at him sideways, sizing him up from head to toe.
Hmm…not bad, a firm buttocks, broad shoulders, and muscular arms. He wasn't very tall, but the bulge in the front of
his jeans suggested he was a real man. Perhaps her pleasure wasn't over yet.

"Oh, miss, I'm sorry, if you're resting, I'll leave."

"No, no! It's nothing, come in. I'll show you what's wrong with the showerhead."

She slowly got out of bed, convinced this young, handsome Frenchman had plenty of opportunities to feast his eyes on her naked
body—something he'd never seen before. She wondered how long he'd been standing there, whether he'd seen her arousing herself. She
picked up a bathrobe from the chair and casually draped it over herself. But the bathrobe had no belt, and with each step she took,
it billowed,
revealing .

O'Lingya gave the repairman a sly smile; he was nervously swallowing, his hands gripping the toolbox
so his knuckles were trembling. O'Lingya couldn't help but wonder what it would
feel .

"Here, sir." She led him into the private bathroom, which was dimly lit and windowless.
As they passed the bathroom door, her silk bathrobe-clad hips
brushed against the young man's jeans-clad front. She wasn't mistaken; his manhood was hot, hard, and throbbing.

But he seemed hesitant; she could sense his fear. Oh, if she wanted him, she'd have
to break this silence.

She slipped into the bathroom and reached for the showerhead, her silk bathrobe opening to reveal her
shapely breasts, the result of her frequent sunbathing.

She turned on the shower, but nothing came out.

"You see? No water. The showerhead is broken. Can you figure something out?"

"I think… I'll try."

He squatted down, toolbox in hand, inspecting the pipes. Oulingya trembled with excitement.
Looking down, she saw a head of brown curly hair, small curls clinging to his brown neck. His shoulders
were broad and strong, his physique well-defined. She longed to touch him, kiss him, caress him… Unable to resist
the urge, she reached out and gently ran her hand along the back of his head. His skin was hot, dry, and full of life.
Like someone who's spent the whole day under the sun returning to the cool of the night, seeking pleasure.

At her gentle touch, he paused, looked up, and stared at her suspiciously. Oulingya smiled,
a strange little flame flickering in his dark brown eyes; she knew he understood.

The repairman lowered his head again, as if nothing had happened, and continued checking the pipes. Oulingya felt frustrated.
She wanted to tease him, she wanted to rip off his clothes, to force him to make love to her. But everything went wrong. Perhaps he
was reserved, but she instinctively sensed that this young man knew a great deal about the game of lovemaking.

He explained to Oulingya, "Faucet… what do you say in English?… 'Clogged'?" "

Yes, clogged, is the faucet clogged?"

"Yes, that's why you have no water."

"Can you fix it?"

"Maybe... I'll try."

He stood up and moved toward the showerhead. Ou Lingya watched him with desire; his movements were poetic, his muscles
strong and powerful, and with such a beautiful, muscular back, he must have an irresistible allure.

After a while, he stepped back, proudly extending his arms.

"It's done!"

"You fixed it! Oh, thank you so much!"

Ou Lingya gratefully kissed his cheek, her right hand sliding down his body, taking the opportunity to touch his
firm buttocks.

The repairman shook off her touch, reached for the showerhead, and hot water sprayed down, flowing onto the floor.
It was hot, Ou Lingya thought; a cold shower might be better, especially since she was currently unbearably hot. Besides, she really
wanted to take a bath, and it would be a waste to waste so much water.

She deftly removed her bathrobe, which slid to the floor. The repairman was stunned speechless,
his brown eyes wide and round. He was probably more than twenty-five, but looked like a guilty
high school student, as if he were seeing a woman naked for the first time and was afraid of being caught by the headmistress.

"I have to try it myself," she explained.

She stepped into the tub, and the repairman stood there, staring at her, unsure whether to stay
or apologize and leave. He had never seen a woman like her before.

No one suspected it was no coincidence; as her hand reached for the showerhead, she trembled with excitement,
almost believing she hadn't meant to. Just as she expected, the young repairman took the bait.

"Miss!"

he cried, standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, trembling as well. She responded to his touch, guiding
his hands.

He whispered in her ear, kissing the back of her head and caressing her golden breasts. They intertwined
, heading deeper into the tub. He reached out and turned the showerhead to its maximum, the water
cascading over them like rain from a tropical rainforest.

Ou Lingya's back was pressed against his chest; she felt him. She turned to face him, repeatedly
rubbing him with her fingertips. He was lost in pleasure… and so was she.

Her nipples hardened, erect, and her vulva secreted fluid, mingling with the cascading water… She moaned
urgently , "Take off your clothes!"

He reluctantly released her and stepped out of the tub. Instantly, she was filled with desire again… She
didn't turn away; she didn't want to spoil the moment. She turned her face towards the spray, closed her eyes, and let the water flow over her
face and chest.

A few seconds later he was there, pulling her close urgently yet gently.

"I want you," he said urgently.

"Give it to me…"

He parted her buttocks; she anticipated his penetration, but he didn't. A bar of soap slid between her
legs and expertly rubbed back and forth, the sensation sending shivers down her spine, a flame of desire engulfing her
entire body… “Oh, yes! Give it to me, hurry, give it to me…”

He skillfully caressed her, one hand stroking her breasts, the other reaching into her vagina, rubbing it
just right , bringing her to the peak of pleasure again and again.

She reached another climax, her body convulsing, a stream of fluid flowing from her lower body, the soap sliding out
and falling into the drain.

Exhausted, she leaned against him, moaning. But he still had enough energy for her; her passion
invigorated him. He quickly entered her again… Oulingya moaned happily, letting the pleasure
spread through every cell of her body… After all, today was a truly blissful day.

That evening, Oulingya lay lazily on the woods of the hotel, watching television absentmindedly. The television
was filled with poorly dubbed period dramas in Spanish, game shows, and endless meetings.
French television hadn't improved since her last visit. The elevator operator and repairman had provided
some amusement, but that was hours ago. Eulenia was incredibly bored; she longed for a
man by her side.

Then a program caught her attention. It was about a local magazine. She turned up
the volume and listened intently.

"Tonight, at the Theatre de la Tambo, the controversial hypnotist Mel will be performing. His
performances have caused a sensation in major European cities. The show starts at eleven o'clock, and there are still tickets available for
150 francs each…"

Eulenia thought happily, "That's for me." She turned off the television, got out of bed, and headed
straight for the Theatre de la Tambo.

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