Shadow of the Prisoner

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Humanity's worship of the sun can be traced back to the beginning of the First Age. At that time, the early inhabitants could not directly obtain power from sunlight; they simply intuitively believed that all things in the world originated from the sun's mercy. The sun, high above, enjoyed the early inhabitants' awe-inspiring worship, but never taught them how to utilize its blessings.

But now, the wise Silk People have discerned this secret.

Deep in the vast desert, scorching winds flow everywhere; under the azure sky, not a single patch of green can be seen. Only a massive circular building shines brightly under the sun's blazing light—this is the Qasim Group's photovoltaic laboratory, the largest BIPV on the entire continent. The owner of this palace is the young scientist hailed as the Goddess of Photovoltaics, Lu Shuanglan, from the Qiaoxi Lu Clan.

"What we see now is equipment independently developed by the Qasim Group. We have always insisted on…"

At this moment, Lu Shuanglan is introducing her laboratory to the general public through a live online broadcast. In the high-definition footage, the goddess stands before a massive photovoltaic furnace, speaking eloquently. She wears a crimson robe riddled with bullet holes, her shapely legs adorned with exquisite classic silk stockings, and her dark blue leather shoes perfectly complement the photovoltaic array outside the window. Contrary to the stereotypical image of scientists, Lu Shuanglan's beauty and figure are breathtaking, exuding a cool, aristocratic air in every gesture. In reality, most male viewers are completely indifferent to photovoltaic devices; they care neither about design nor technology, and are uninterested in dazzling charts and data. What attracts them is the photovoltaic goddess's elegant demeanor, and… her alluring, deep cleavage.

"In the impending energy crisis, photovoltaic power generation systems will penetrate into every household, bringing light to every member of the Silk Clan."

Among the capitalists of Silk Valley, only the Lu family possesses such a strong passion for the photovoltaic industry; and only the hardworking Silk Clan workers can transform the flashes of genius from a few geniuses into an unparalleled engineering feat. Of course, the Lu family's bloodline is not without flaws. For example, Lu Qinghui, the younger brother of the "Photovoltaic Goddess," holds no position within the card company and is an insignificant figure.

Through the arduous struggle of generations of Silk Lovers, the Silk Clan's power has grown stronger than ever before—the present-day Silk Valley is no longer a peaceful commercial city-state, but a superpower spanning two seas, encompassing even the western deserts that the Silk Clan's ancestors had never ventured to. Otherwise, Lu Shuanglan would not have been able to establish her laboratory in her ideal location: ample sunlight and extremely low humidity make this desert the perfect working environment for photovoltaic modules.

While the internal prosperity is growing, the external threats facing Silk Valley are also increasing. With a series of victories in local wars, the Silk Clan is gradually being seen as the most dangerous disruptor of the old order, and a direct conflict with the Ming Clan is almost imminent—this time, it will not be a soft struggle involving textiles and fibers, but an incredibly brutal thermonuclear war. Ironically, the one tirelessly advocating the Silk Valley threat theory and insisting on its nuclear annihilation in the Ming Clan Council is precisely the former security official who defected from Silk Valley. More surprising than the vast amount of internal information she brought was her stance. The Ming Clan Council couldn't understand why this elderly woman, nearing the end of her life, harbored such deep hatred for her homeland. And as it turned out, this woman possessed a terrifying ability to incite the masses: under her decade-long propaganda, every ordinary citizen was mobilized, with daily discussions revolving around when to nuke Silk Valley.

On the other side of the world, the same atmosphere rapidly spread among the Silk Clan. Faced with an aggressive nemesis, "Silk Valley can say no" became the most popular slogan among young people. Under the shadow of war, the Silk Valley leadership lived in constant fear. More concerned than calming public sentiment, the councilors were focused on preserving their own lives and property, and maintaining control over Silk Valley after the nuclear war. They spent vast sums building underground fortifications and stockpiling supplies daily, yet they couldn't bear to exile themselves to remote, impoverished areas. These people, clinging to a life of luxury, simply couldn't understand that in the face of a thermonuclear attack, hiding in the harsh desert was the safest option.

Of course, these things must never be known to the public. Ignorance is never the enemy of a happy life; rational anxiety is. The online live broadcasts conducted by the Silk Valley Propaganda Department have always focused on promoting the great achievements of the Silk People; and the Qasim Group's photovoltaic laboratory undoubtedly sounded the strongest note of Silk Valley's rise.

"Qasim Photovoltaic Laboratory welcomes visitors from all walks of life." Lu Shuanglan gave a slight bow in front of the camera, her cleavage becoming even more pronounced.

The live broadcast ended with melodious music. After the communication ended, Lu Shuanglan's expression gradually froze, and she stood blankly in the empty diffusion workshop. Her arms hung down unnaturally, her head turned at an odd angle for a moment, and then her body fell into stillness, unable to utter a sound. The surrounding lights gradually went out, the photovoltaic goddess's eyes lost their color, and her beautiful body was quickly swallowed by darkness. No matter how glamorous one is on stage, a puppet that has left the stage cannot express its opinion.

******

The popular science program ends here; next up is the legal program. In a place where the sun does not shine, an absurd marriage proposal is unfolding. Compared to abducting a foreign virgin, this marriage proposal based on confinement in a locked room is gentler in form, and also more…interesting.

Awakening from the nightmare, Lu Shuanglan struggled almost frantically, but couldn't break free of the metal chains binding her limbs. A low-level electric shock forced her to quiet down, and her remaining rationality drove her to observe her surroundings. Her memory stopped at the moment she stepped into the photovoltaic laboratory. She clearly remembered that there was no one around, only the sound of the air conditioner echoing in the empty reception area; the corridor leading to the etching workshop was dark, and the photovoltaic array outside the window was dazzlingly blue. At that time, she seemed to be waiting for someone. Fortunately, Lu Shuanglan's self-awareness remained—the only remaining questions were "Where am I?" and "What am I doing?"

"Dear sister, welcome to our new home." Lu Qinghui's face emerged from the shadows, his handsome eyes filled with love. "Look, I arranged it exactly like your childhood bedroom, even the dressing table is in the same spot."

The man before her was naked, his smooth skin gleaming metallically under the light, the lines of his muscles blurred by the shifting light and shadow. Lu Shuanglan strained to concentrate, scrutinizing her brother as if he were a stranger. Despite growing up together, the siblings had never seen each other so openly. As descendants of Lu Lin, the two looked quite alike, yet Lu Qinghui always had a sleepy, lazy air about him, lacking his sister's imposing presence. Of course, the biggest difference between them now lay in their freedom—Lu Shuanglan was firmly bound, while Lu Qinghui could move freely.

"Qinghui, if I asked you to put me down, you wouldn't refuse, would you?" Even though she already knew the answer, she still wanted to ask. Her brother resolutely shook his head, his smile fading. In that instant, she saw a glimmer of light in his deep eyes. The inexperienced scientist didn't quite understand what it was, but her woman's intuition told her it was related to her naked body. Matters between men and women couldn't be explained by a few equations.

"Why are you here?" Lu Shuanglan asked, shifting her legs slightly as she tried to estimate the threshold for triggering the electric shock.

"Have you forgotten that I'm also one of the project leaders?" Lu Qinghui feigned surprise, widening his eyes and putting on an innocent act in front of his sister. "Even without Kasim's shares, I'm still an employee of the Silk Safety Bureau. I'm responsible for maintaining the entire photovoltaic laboratory, including this basement. Of course, protecting the safety of the Photovoltaic Goddess is also my duty." "Maintaining, or monitoring... or are you sure you have the right to imprison me?" Lu Shuanglan's tone turned cold.

"I left you in this basement to protect you." Lu Qinghui's sincere tone almost made her believe him.

He said he would protect her, but he imprisoned her in the shadows.

"Qinghui, release me now and give me a serious explanation, and I might forgive you." Lu Shuanglan stopped feigning politeness and began her habitual verbal pressure, just like when facing a competitor in the photovoltaic industry. "You need to know that I am one of the most important researchers in the Silk Clan, bearing the responsibility of revitalizing the photovoltaic industry. Treating me like this is not only hurting me, but also wasting the entire laboratory's time, and even ruining the future of the Silk Clan! So, you better think carefully about the consequences." "Oh dear, your words are really frightening." Lu Qinghui suddenly moved closer, brazenly stroking his sister's soft cheek. "You probably can't understand—your foolish brother is just an unknown clerk, with neither Kasim's shares nor scientific literacy, unable to even handle complex functions—yet he dares to imprison the chairman of the Kasim Group, the photovoltaic goddess of Silk Valley and even all mankind?"

That's true; since birth, Lu Shuanglan has never taken this brother seriously. As the eldest daughter of the Kasim Group, Lu Shuanglan naturally inherited all the shares after the previous generation's death, leaving nothing to Lu Qinghui. Her younger brother should be content with his monthly allowance; he's not a genius scientist like herself, so what expenses could he possibly have? Thinking of this, Lu Shuanglan blinked uncomfortably, momentarily forgetting that her brother's hands were still groping her.

"If it's about getting shares, you could have just told me. Why are you treating me like this?" Lu Shuanglan struggled to move, clearly uncomfortable with her brother's rough hands. "Put me down, let's talk this over, okay?"

"Shares? I don't care about such trivial things..." Lu Qinghui became even more audacious, pressing his entire body against his sister's, maintaining an intimate, intertwined position. "I left you here to propose to you."

"What did you say?" Lu Shuanglan's anger subsided slightly; now she was completely bewildered. "What proposal?"

"Simply put, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, as your husband." Lu Qinghui buried his head in her chest, the fine stubble on his face both sore and itchy. "I want you to be my wife, to have children with me."

"...You're crazy." Lu Shuanglan had no concept of incest, but she firmly believed that consanguineous marriage was against science. "Don't say such stupid things, just let me out. I really can't be bothered to talk to someone as scientifically illiterate as you. I feel disgusted even breathing the same air as you."

"What a pity, from now on you'll be breathing the same air as me every day." Without warning, Lu Qinghui cupped his sister's cheeks and kissed her roughly. Then, his lip was bitten by his sister, and blood splattered onto their tightly pressed chests.

Lu Qinghui had always scoffed at science, but he was well aware of the power of technology. In his eyes, the above-ground part of the photovoltaic laboratory was nothing more than a toy model used to swindle government funding and incidentally appease public sentiment; the truly valuable part was its underground structure, dozens of meters deep. Five years ago, Lu Qinghui, then a technician at the Silk Security Bureau, proposed building underground bunkers in the western desert to cope with a possible thermonuclear attack; at that time, the Silk Council was still immersed in the joy of victory in a local war and completely disregarded such a pessimistic proposal. Out of respect for his ancestor Lu Lin, the council symbolically approved his plan but refused to allocate funds. To the astonishment of these powerful figures, Lu Qinghui, merely a lowly official, managed to mobilize sufficient funds and construction workers to quietly excavate a 300-cubic-meter basement directly beneath the photovoltaic laboratory. With the nuclear crisis looming, the Silk Valley leadership had long forgotten the ridiculous proposal of this nobody, focusing instead on building nuclear-proof shelters in the heart of Silk Valley.

Imprisoning his sister in such a place was indeed the safest option. Lu Qinghui held her tightly, controlling her shoulder joints; his sister in his arms couldn't struggle at all. Although reluctant, it had to end here for today. The rest could be dealt with tomorrow.

"Sister, one day you'll understand that everything I did was to protect you." Lu Qinghui lightly kissed her arm, leaving a trail of blood. Lu Shuanglan wanted to say something more, but her brother vanished from her sight in the blink of an eye, leaving behind an unsettling silence. Suddenly, a strange sound came from beneath her, and a folding bed was pushed behind her by a robotic arm. Being lifted onto the bed by a robotic arm was not a comfortable thing, but it was better than being suspended by metal chains all night. The electric shock trigger seemed to be disabled, and Lu Shuanglan could turn over freely on the bed. Although she couldn't leave, at least she wouldn't suffer from electric shocks for the time being. She couldn't remember when she had last eaten, but she wasn't hungry at all now, probably because he had fed her while she was unconscious.

Her younger brother was inexplicably stupid. Lu Shuanglan lay on the bed, still unable to understand her brother's thought process. She knew her importance. This inexplicable disappearance would definitely cause panic throughout the country, and even foreigners would be concerned about where the leader of the Qasim Group had gone. No matter how secretive this laboratory was, it couldn't escape the Silk Security Bureau's search—come to think of it, her brother was a subordinate member of the Silk Security Bureau himself. She wondered what his expression would be when he was caught by his former colleagues... Probably, he would cry and beg for her forgiveness. That was no use. Lu Shuanglan was determined to throw her brother in prison and keep him locked up for life.

Lost in the thrill of revenge, she soon fell asleep. However, she overlooked a crucial question: how could she possibly imprison a public figure in front of everyone?

******

Lu Qinghui couldn't articulate any profound truths, but his intuition told him that his sister had offended a large number of people over the years.

Lu Shuanglan's team had an almost pathological fanaticism regarding the purity of battery materials. They not only supported completely replacing silicon batteries with pure perovskite, but also wanted to sweep silicon-based perovskite tandem batteries into the dustbin of history, ultimately establishing the new perovskite battery as the sole standard for the photovoltaic industry. Such radical views, if published in the media, would only be a source of amusement for the scientifically illiterate; but Lu Shuanglan, using her position as a member of parliament, actually submitted a proposal to the Kasei Parliament. Once Lu Shuanglan's proposal is approved, not only will the photovoltaic manufacturers in Silk Valley have to adopt the technology from card companies, but the upstream silicon crystal industry will also suffer a fatal blow—Silk Valley has long passed the era of "massive chip production" and "primitive silicon manufacturing," and doesn't need that much silicon crystal at all. If the photovoltaic industry cannot absorb it, these surplus silicon crystals cannot be exported and can only be poured into the bottom of the Mirror River as a sacrifice to the Silk Clan ancestors who had never seen semiconductor products.

"History will prove that perovskite is the only way out for the photovoltaic industry. Dependence on silicon wafers has bound our imagination, polluted our environment, and hindered the future of the Silk Clan." Lu Shuanglan spoke emotionally, excitedly raising the crimson robe that Lu Lin had worn before his death. "This is not simply an economic or academic issue, but a responsibility that every Silk lover should understand!" With victory

in sight, Lu Shuanglan, with the compassion passed down through generations of the Lu family, is looking for a way out for the silicon manufacturing giant that is about to go bankrupt. A week ago, she even specially hired a group of unscrupulous writers to start preparing for the first Mirror River Silicon Competition. The competitors wouldn't sit idly by. They couldn't confront the Qasim Group head-on, but they could find a way to make Lu Shuanglan disappear. After a brief background check, they approached Lu Qinghui, who was frustrated at the Silk Security Bureau, stating that if his sister died unexpectedly, he would be the undisputed heir to the Qasim Group. The strained relationship between the Lu siblings was an open secret in Silk Valley; replacing the assertive photovoltaic goddess with an office novice would benefit everyone. However, Lu Qinghui had his own plans.

He wanted to keep his sister hidden in the shadows, never allowing anyone to see her. After all, she was his future wife; how could she be allowed to appear in public?

To prevent his sister's imprisonment from causing a negative social impact, Lu Qinghui devised a rather complex imitation project and began frequently visiting the academic elites of Silk Valley. With funding from a silicon manufacturing giant, Professor Mark Ming's team handled the software, while Professor Zhang Zhenming was solely responsible for the hardware, allowing the imitation project of Lu Shuanglan to commence. Both professors were respectable figures holding seats in the Silk Valley Council, but their reputations in academia were infamous: against the backdrop of Silk Valley's industrial revolution, one was enthusiastic about using industrial robots to improve cooking algorithms, while the other fervently promoted the omnipotence of 3D printing. Within a year, the two professors published nearly a hundred papers together, frequently citing each other, earning them the derisive nickname "Silk Valley-style Infinite 69" from foreign scholars. More importantly, they were Lu Shuanglan's long-time targets for impeachment.

As a rising academic star in Silk Valley, holding a patent for a novel perovskite battery, Lu Shuanglan certainly had reason to despise them. The young woman, hailed as the "Photovoltaic Goddess," was always arrogant and self-assured, her confidence stemming from her research achievements: the Qasim Lab, possessing battery samples with an efficiency approaching 40%, and a process personally designed by Lu Shuanglan. Her complacent peers were far inferior.

However, all this couldn't protect her from the machinations of her competitors. The replication project was successfully completed; the silicone "Photovoltaic Goddess" was so lifelike that it was indistinguishable from the real thing during online live streams. Because Lu Shuanglan frequently gave public speeches, Professor Ma obtained a large amount of audio material, and his students even wrote a "Lu Shuanglan simulator" to automatically generate her speech. All of this made the public believe that the eloquent goddess on camera was indeed Lu Shuanglan herself. The only flaw in the project lay in the hardware—Professor Zhang's 3D printer was too inaccurate, resulting in Lu Shuanglan's breasts being several cup sizes too large. In reality, Lu Qinghui himself didn't like women with large breasts; his sister's slightly less voluptuous breasts were his preferred type.

Regardless, Lu Shuanglan was firmly controlled by him in a dark basement; he imprisoned the "Photovoltaic Goddess" with his shadow. The puppets in the lab broadcast live every day, basking in the endless praise of the public; everything within the Qasim Group remained normal, after all, no news from the chairman was the best news. The silicon giants, who had once been on tenterhooks, finally breathed a sigh of relief and began formulating their respective production increase plans. However, no matter how many silicon-based batteries were on the ground, the sun would still rise every day.

More than these tedious calculations, Lu Qinghui sensed something terrible was about to happen, and all of this would become meaningless. Before the apocalypse arrived, he had to protect his sister; the imprisonment in the shadows was merely a necessary means. This time, he couldn't afford to lose.

******

A familiar voice rang out from the shadows, and Lu Shuanglan stood up abruptly, waiting for her brother's appearance. After several days of continuous "training," she had developed a conditioned reflex, constantly paying attention to Lu Qinghui's movements. In a sense, her brother had become the center of her world. For days, Lu Qinghui had constantly violated her skin, sometimes rubbing it with his fingers, sometimes licking it indiscriminately with his tongue. Sometimes, he would even use props to rub her sensitive areas; that itchy feeling was the most unbearable. His attitude was almost playful, yet tinged with eroticism. Unconsciously, Lu Shuanglan had become accustomed to the physical intimacy with her younger brother.

Lu Qinghui appeared, holding a pure white fabric in his hands—a wedding dress that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, looking particularly eerie in the basement lighting. Unlike most girls, Lu Shuanglan had never been interested in pretty clothes, her mind filled with curiosity about the laws governing the world. Even so, she could still tell the material of this wedding dress; its color and texture were definitely not ordinary.

"My dear, I swear to you, I will make you happy forever." Lu Qinghui believed the time was right. "Marry me."

He lifted the wedding dress, giving his sister an incredibly sweet smile. For a moment, Lu Shuanglan almost believed him—her intuition was resisting her reason; this gentle and considerate little puppy in front of her was the culprit who had imprisoned her.

Now, it was useless to say anything; everything was under Lu Qinghui's control. Amidst her sister's gasp, Lu Qinghui knelt between her legs, tilting his head back and beginning to lick her vulva. Lu Shuanglan rarely masturbated and couldn't withstand such stimulation; she climaxed violently after only a few minutes of being licked. Lu Qinghui swallowed his sister's love juices, probing her tight vagina with his tongue, beginning a bolder exploration. Ten minutes

later, Lu Qinghui's tongue left his sister's wet vulva, and he straightened his body behind her, eagerly pressing his rock-hard penis against her. Although he craved the sweet taste, there was something more important to do next. Lu Shuanglan silently endured her brother's delicate oral sex, already experiencing a strange pleasure; but as his tongue withdrew, she suddenly slipped from the peak of pleasure, the coolness from her labia making her uncomfortable, followed by a sense of security. The first taste of sex made her lose herself in the moment, and for a moment she couldn't even figure out what the hot thing pressing against her back was.

She wanted... she wanted him to continue. Accompanied by a huge soreness between her labia, this shameful thought flashed through her mind. She wouldn't allow herself to give in to her abuser; how could the revered photovoltaic goddess submit to a nobody like him? But her body didn't lie; she could clearly feel the emptiness between her legs, desperately needing to be filled.

Lu Qinghui pressed the head of his penis against his sister's vulva, the clear fluid constantly oozing from his urethra reducing the resistance to penetration.

"No!" A wave of heat, a wave of throbbing pain, and Lu Shuanglan suddenly understood what her brother was doing to her. "Pull it out quickly—"

It was too late. Lu Qinghui wrapped his arms around his sister's waist and inserted his penis into her flawless body.

"Darling, you're so tight down there." The intruder pressed his advantage, breathing heavily into her ear. "You're nothing like a slut."

Lu Shuanglan gritted her teeth, trying hard not to cry out, tears silently rolling down her jade-like neck. For her, the tearing pain from her lower body was far less painful than the verbal humiliation from her brother. However, this resilience did not earn her the abuser's mercy.

"I never imagined that the photovoltaic goddess, whom countless silicon factory workers fantasize about day and night, is actually an older virgin.

"

Lu Qinghui's voice was light and cold, accompanied by increasingly violent thrusts, completely shattering the goddess's dignity.

Since the beginning of written records in Silk Valley, countless victims had suffered the humiliation of sluts; Lu Shuanglan was the first to be humiliated for being devoted to academics. Out of her love for scientific research, she spent her days in the laboratory analyzing data, with no time for romance, let alone spending the night with her lover. Lu Qinghui's vicious words not only hurt her, but all researchers; even more unforgivable was that the perpetrator was her only surviving relative, her younger brother who had grown up with her.

"Darling, you probably can't imagine how the men at the silicon factory slandered you." Lu Qinghui slowly thrust in and out, enjoying his sister's delicate vagina, but not satisfied with that. "Academic bus, professor's mistress, then a politician's sex toy… I used to be clueless, thinking you were that kind of bad woman; but now, as your husband, I must defend your reputation." Lu Qinghui viciously humiliated his sister, pressing his hand against her round, delicate buttocks, and began thrusting vigorously. Thick white semen mixed with a thin layer of blood stained his glans an ambiguous pink—shameful yet passionate, perhaps the original color of so-called love. He pulled his penis out of his sister's body again, looking at his mangled weapon with satisfaction, and began rubbing his thick glans up and down against her slightly swollen labia. After a period of teasing, he heard no moans from his sister and felt a sense of frustration.

"There...there will be retribution," Lu Shuanglan finally caught her breath, trying to turn around and hurl insults at him, "Lu Qinghui, you—you'll die a horrible death!"

Despite all this training, the older sister showed no signs of yielding, stubbornly resisting the dual erosion of mind and body like a layer of silicon nitride—truly worthy of being the photovoltaic goddess who constantly inspires students, her willpower was beyond imagination. Lu Qinghui, his face covered in spit, gradually lost patience; but he wasn't anxious, because he still had a secret weapon, enough to make his lover understand his feelings. After thorough disinfection, he aimed the punishment tool at his sister's more vulnerable secret passage and mercilessly thrust it in.

"Pain!" Lu Shuanglan's reaction was even more intense than when her hymen was torn; her previous stubbornness vanished instantly. "You, you... pull it out, please... let it out!" Faced with the sudden intrusion, Lu Shuanglan couldn't bear the burning sensation from her urethra. The aloof goddess finally cried out in agony.

"A single-crystal silicon rod, with an impurity rate of less than one part per million." Lu Qinghui held his sister's smooth back tightly, whispering teasingly in her ear, while his hand kept spinning the silicon rod. "Receiving concern from a colleague, Madam must be very pleased."

Under the stimulation of the silicon rod, Lu Shuanglan's tears were almost dried up. Her originally charming phoenix eyes were now frighteningly red; her high nose was covered with tear stains, making her look particularly miserable. What's worse, Lu Qinghui pulled her long hair, which she was so proud of, forcing her head to tilt back; at the same time, he violated her right shoulder with his mouth, biting her exquisite collarbone. Her vagina endured her brother's brutality, while her urethra felt the despicable behavior of her colleague. The pain of her soul and body was layered on top of each other, and they could no longer be separated.

"You scum, you are so vile...you, you inhuman beast!" She used her last bit of strength, but she could not hurt him in the slightest.

She probably didn't understand that this level of insult was nothing more than flirting in his eyes. Sure enough, the abuser was now even more excited.

"Darling, I love hearing you say that," Lu Qinghui licked her earlobe with relish, then suddenly pushed the silicone rod in a little further, enjoying her incredibly melodious screams. "But, at this moment, what are you, engaging in unrestrained intercourse with a beast?"

Lu Shuanglan had no time to answer this question. Her long-standing moral fastidiousness intensified the pain of being violated by her brother. Enduring excruciating pain, she writhed almost frantically, like a fish pulled from the water, trying to expel the silicone rod inserted into her urethra. Her disheveled, dark hair rose and fell incessantly, as if ravaged by a hot wind; her jade-like arms struggled wildly in the air, the bloodstains on her wrists clearly visible. However, it was all in vain. The metal chains binding her were products of the Qasim Group, far superior in quality to the consumables available to Silk Clan laborers. Human strength was simply insufficient to break free.

"Let me go…you scum, let me go…" Lu Shuanglan writhed in agony, struggling to breathe.

Lu Qinghui listened to her increasingly weak curses, letting her struggle in his arms; he understood his sister as well as his own body. He wrapped one arm around her slender waist, the other kneading her somewhat meager breasts. Under her brother's careful guidance, Lu Shuanglan's nipples shamelessly hardened, the rosy buds revealing the hidden desires within her heart.

No matter how strong a woman, once she indulges in pleasure, she is nothing more than a doe with intelligence. Even the strongest will of the Photovoltaic Goddess could not forever resist her instincts. When lust is aroused and unsatisfied, she falls into an indescribable terror. Only in the warm embrace of a man, being repeatedly penetrated, injected with, and marked, could she feel at ease. Even if this man was her own brother, as long as he could satisfy her lust, it was acceptable…

—No, that's not right! He deceived her, imprisoned her, and humiliated her with all sorts of despicable means; she could never forgive him. Lu Shuanglan's remaining will was far stronger than she had imagined. Filled with intense resentment, all the muscles in her body tensed simultaneously, even the soft flesh inside her vagina twitched. Although she could no longer speak, she would resist her brother's humiliation with her actions.

"I… I won't let you have your way…" Lu Shuanglan almost used her last bit of strength, "You won't hear me calling you…"

However, this final resistance had the opposite effect. The sudden tightening of her vagina made Lu Qinghui, who was already extremely excited, even more frenzied; he thought his sister was finally willing to cooperate with him. After a frenzied series of thrusts, Lu Qinghui plunged his glans deep into his sister's body—the slippery, elastic touch was undoubtedly the most delicate part of her. He roared wildly, ejaculating a large amount of semen into her cervix. He had abstained from sex for a month for today's ritual, and the amount of semen he ejaculated far exceeded his expectations.

The life-giving white fluid nearly filled Lu Shuanglan's body; the moment her brother withdrew his glans, the remaining semen in her vagina cascaded down her full thighs like a waterfall, flowing onto the steaming floor of the basement. Almost simultaneously, without warning, Lu Qinghui pulled the silicone rod from his sister's urethra. She didn't even have the strength to groan; the uncontrollable flow of urine left her mind blank; the burning sensation of the urine far outweighed the stinging pain from her vagina. If it weren't for the chains binding her upper limbs, the incontinent photovoltaic goddess would have already collapsed to the ground.

After ejaculating, Lu Qinghui watched his lover's dazed expression with satisfaction, but he had no intention of letting her go. A cruel thought suddenly arose in him. He grabbed her hair roughly, forcefully bending her body backward, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. Yes, from childhood to adulthood, his sister, hailed as a genius, had never looked at him directly.

Although they were siblings who grew up together, Lu Shuanglan far surpassed her brother in every aspect, a huge gap that made it impossible for him to face their relationship.

"Look into my eyes, darling," Lu Qinghui's voice was both cold and fervent, "You can't escape!"

The siblings shared similar facial features, but the brother always seemed slightly less refined. Just because she had once casually remarked that "my brother's almond-shaped eyes look dull, not like a man's," he had even considered cutting his own eye with a knife to forcibly alter the shape of his eye. Lu Qinghui considered himself to have a refined air, but whenever he attended public events with his sister, he always paled in comparison. A deep-seated inferiority complex accompanied him throughout his childhood, making him afraid to face his sister's face—undoubtedly, she was the most beautiful woman in the world, yet he was not a man worthy of her.

He couldn't understand why he could never catch up to her. Seeing his sister become the most successful scientist in Silk Valley, while he struggled in the technical group, enduring the harshness of his superiors and the incompetence of his colleagues, Lu Qinghui's pride twisted to the extreme. His feelings for his sister gradually transformed from primal admiration into intense jealousy. He desperately wanted to defeat her, to destroy everything she had.

But she was, after all, his lover, his only family in the world. He wanted to humiliate her, torment her, and possess her body, ultimately to spend the rest of his life with her. His sister should be his, and always would be his!

"Tell me, what should you call me?" His voice was light and airy, carrying a transparent cruelty.

Lu Shuanglan couldn't answer the question; her eyes remained unfocused, and her small, lovely lips were completely bloodless. As punishment, a large hand pinched her nose, forcing her mouth open; then, a foul-smelling silicone rod was inserted into her mouth. Lu Shuanglan felt incredibly nauseous, but this position made it impossible to vomit, only allowing her to let out intermittent groans.

"Answer me, what should you call me!?" Lu Qinghui pulled out the silicone rod, staring at his sister, who was gagging with burning eyes.

Lu Shuanglan couldn't answer; she desperately gagged, seemingly trying to expel all the filth from her body. Not getting the answer he wanted, Lu Qinghui's patience grew increasingly thin. This time, he simply threw away the silicone rod, grabbed her neck with one hand, and reached for her lips with the other—he wanted to use his own method to help Lu Shuanglan adapt to the discomfort in her throat.

"Husband... my husband."

Panicked, Lu Shuanglan cried again, wanting only to get those terrifying hands far away from her.

Lu Qinghui smiled contentedly, turned to face her, and gently cupped her haggard face. Lu Shuanglan was on the verge of physical and mental collapse, unable to look her brother in the eye. Lu Qinghui didn't care; he kissed his lover's cherry lips passionately. His sister's tears were almost dry, yet he tirelessly licked her face, his mouth filled with the bitter taste of humiliation.

Everything was as he wished. Lu Qinghui laughed wildly until he choked on his own tears. Even if he died tomorrow, he would have no regrets in this life.

******

When the apocalypse arrived, rationality collapsed before physical death.

Swept up in fervent nationalistic sentiment, the Ming Clan Council decided to completely erase the hypothetical enemy from the map, but they did not anticipate this outcome. Objectively speaking, the Ming Clan masses, addicted to social media, did not overestimate the strength of their motherland. Silk Valley was indeed razed to the ground in the live online broadcast; those laughable underground bunkers were utterly ineffective against the Ming Clan's prized thermonuclear weapons. However, they underestimated the Silk Clan's ability to launch a second attack; the retaliation arrived with unexpected speed.

At dawn, what rose with the sun was not the people's hope, but a suffocating declaration of death. Faced with the inescapable thermonuclear strike, the incessant air raid sirens wisely fell silent long ago. Sensing the approach of death, people uncontrollably indulged in debauchery and fratricide. The once clean and tidy streets descended into chaos, littered with ashes and bloodstains, and filled with piercing screams. For the strong and healthy young, being able to unleash their desires one last time before death was a relatively fortunate thing; the elderly living alone, unable to move, could only seek a final mercy from alcohol and drugs, hoping to lose consciousness before turning into steam and leave this disappointing world without pain. The most peaceful place in the apocalypse was the Cathedral of Divine Manifestation in the city center. Before the judgment arrived, a small group of Silk Clan members finally picked up their abandoned faith and returned to the righteous path of their ancestors. In the instant the white light flashed, all distinctions of rank and status vanished; everyone was equally helpless in the face of death.

And the culprit behind it all, in the final moments of her life, was unusually leisurely. In a cramped attic, an elderly woman with white hair sat slumped in a heavily rusted metal chair, contentedly listening to the endless wailing outside the window. Until this moment, no one realized that it was this repulsive, empty-nest old woman who had caused her own accidental death. Frankly, she disliked this ominous atmosphere of impending doom; however, she had enough patience, for death would silence everyone.

This childless, solitary old woman had eked out fifty years of life in this confined space. Aside from spreading hatred towards Silk Valley, nothing else warranted her leaving her home. She only needed to sow the seeds of hatred, and the young people of the Ming tribe would continuously water and fertilize them, causing the hatred towards the Silk tribe to grow exponentially. In her old age, she suffered from arthritis, making even getting up from her chair difficult. Her once fair and full legs had become hideous due to muscle atrophy, no longer able to support any stockings, let alone the black leather boots she loved in her youth. Her once round cheeks had become increasingly sunken with age, her protruding jawline quite frightening. Beneath her deeply wrinkled forehead were scattered patches of alarming age spots. To make matters worse, one of her eyes was blind, and the other could barely sense light. Perhaps it was for the best; she still remembered her youthful beauty and didn't want to see her aged and faded self in the mirror.

She felt no fear of impending death, but rather a profound joy. This joy was like witnessing the birth of a new life, or receiving a confession from her first love. Although she had neither love nor family, she could imagine that pure joy—now, her long-cherished wish was about to be fulfilled, and she could finally escape this battered and bruised body.

Only one thing remained in this world, something she still couldn't bear to die for—in her withered, yellowed hands, she clutched a raw silk factory employee badge, stained with old blood. For countless days and nights in this foreign land, she had carried it with her, never letting it out of her sight. She told herself that this old badge was her only family, her only love.

"Xiao Zhen, Xiao Zhen, you can see... I think you must have seen it all." The old woman murmured to the badge, laughing happily like a child, "Sister, I... I killed them all. Not one of them escaped."

As if in response to her dry, hoarse laughter, the white light outside the window burst forth with the dawn. Then, nothing more could be heard.

******

The world, razed flat by thermonuclear weapons, was devoid of any pleasant industrial noise; the air was filled with a suffocating silence. The massive release of high-energy gas nearly tore apart the stratosphere, turning the daytime sky a kaleidoscope of colors—the once rare aurora borealis had become a cheap spectacle, devoid of any romantic allure. In the heart of the desert, no signs of life were visible, only an endless expanse of silicon crystals, forged under intense heat and pressure, gleaming eerily in the sun.

For the photovoltaic giants who conspired to frame Lu Shuanglan, this inexhaustible ocean of silicon crystals was undoubtedly their imagined paradise. It's a pity they won't see it. From now on, no one will remember the history of silicon-based batteries. Years later, someone might independently develop similar photovoltaic devices, but they will have no connection to the previous Silkworm civilization. Human evolution has always been so cruel; the bloodlines of the survivors will dominate everyone's memory, while the losers will be completely forgotten. Looking

at the unprecedentedly magnificent sky, Lu Shuanglan felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, followed by intense tinnitus; having lost all her spectators, she could now simply nestle in her husband's arms and act coquettishly, no longer needing to maintain her goddess image. Even through the thick protective suit, she could still feel his intense love for her. Lu Qinghui held his wife's soft body, feeling the warmth of two lives within him, quietly watching the distorted world. As he wished, all the superfluous people in the world had been erased.

"Fortunately, only you and I remain, able to continue the Silk Clan's bloodline. From now on, we are the ancestors of the Silk Clan."

Lu Qinghui lowered his head, gently stroking his wife's mask, inhaling the imagined fragrance of her hair.

Compared to her usual invincible heroic figure, he preferred her delicate appearance in his arms; no one could covet her beauty anymore, this fragile splendor belonged only to him. He knew deeply that the gap between genius and mediocrity was insurmountable; in both appearance and intelligence, he could not compare to his wife. Even now, he could not properly describe the most beautiful being in the world, let alone understand her exquisite and profound thoughts. But he knew that his eyes could no longer hold anything else. In the entire world, there was only her.

"As you said...may our descendants continue to thrive."

Lu Shuanglan opened her captivating eyes, gazing deeply into her husband's bright, dark eyes, calmly conveying her love. Their fingers intertwined, responding to his kiss. The teasing through the breathing mask fully aroused her body. In the warm breeze, she clearly heard the voice of her heart—she craved a man's body; she needed her husband's caresses.

Under her husband's loving gaze, she pressed him down with a slight urgency, actively caressing his body. Her

slender fingers traced his chest; the firm touch felt somewhat unreal, as if he might turn to steam at any moment. Driven by intense desire, she opened the vent at the bottom of her protective suit, bringing their private parts directly together. She craved a closer union; only when she rode on top of him, swaying back and forth, rubbing against his still-erect penis, could she feel safe.

Lu Qinghui wrapped his arms around her slender waist, letting her pleasure his limp penis. Hot love juice dripped onto his glans, flowing deep into his urethra, causing him to groan involuntarily. No verbal stimulation was needed; her vaginal opening was already overflowing, large enough to accommodate his penis. Lu Qinghui took a deep breath, thrusting his hips upwards, becoming one with his lover. Intercourse during pregnancy was undoubtedly dangerous, far more so than during menstruation; but Lu Qinghui never took science seriously, and besides, no one could tell him what to do now. Everything he said was wisdom, everything he did was tradition.

"Darling… a little harder," Lu Qinghui's gentle words were drowned out by the unexpected heat, "Let me cum."

"Cum inside me," Lu Shuanglan cried out passionately, clamping her grip on his penis tightly, feeling his ejaculation inside her.

The Silk Clan ancestors possessed their own pride, and thus were exceptionally arrogant in the face of death. The Silk Valley, as enduring as the heavens, has turned into an unsightly pile of dust; the ever-flowing Mirror River has become a dried-up ravine. The proud Silk people, before they could even don their beloved brocade robes, vanished into steam under the sun. Yet, intangible traditions are far more resilient than tangible civilizations. The names of generations of silk lovers will not disappear; their suffering and glory will be forever remembered by the world.

The Silk people perished.

The Silk people were reborn.

The Silk people live on.

[The End]

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