The Demonic Machine of the Demonic Path (1)~(12). Complete

(..Not original...I found it online--Author: Hanjiang.....I think it's pretty good..I'm sharing it with everyone..^^.
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Demonic Path of the Ghost Machine (1)

Lao Tan is not old, only in his early forties. He is considered a senior human resources expert in Jinda Group. Not long ago, the former human resources manager was promoted. Looking at the entire group, there are really few people more experienced than him. Although he doesn't care about fame and fortune, it should be the right time for him to succeed.

Lao Tan is also getting old. Not long ago, he started to show signs of aging. Just when almost everyone was about to congratulate Lao Tan, the boss recruited a beautiful overseas returnee named Li Yuqi. It is said that she is an MBA from the UK. She was promoted directly and gave birth to She snatched the meat from his mouth.

So what if she snatched it? It was always others taking his food. His colleagues laughed at his cowardice, his boss praised his obedience. Tan Wenguang was used to it; he'd gotten by with his tail between his legs for years. Couldn't he get over this little hurdle? He'd just sulk in silence, not daring to complain loudly to his boss.

But that wretched woman, Li Yuqi, seemed determined to make things difficult for him. From the moment she arrived, she wouldn't let go of him, vehemently despising him, constantly belittling his professional abilities, saying his brain was rusted, he was out of touch with the times, and his proposals were utterly... They took him to the museum for people to admire, and what's even more outrageous is that they publicly mocked his appearance, calling him ugly, short, and skinny. In the old woman's own words, he was "uglier than a monkey," an "unwanted old relic."

Sure, you, Li Yuqi, are a beauty of unparalleled grace, with a stunning figure, and you're a head taller than me. As a man, that's certainly frustrating. Does that give you the right to trample on a man's dignity at will? Moreover, even my boss is much younger than me. Don't you know how to respect elders?

Thinking of this, Lao Tan couldn't help but... Tears welled in his eyes, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped his briefcase.

The walk home from work felt incredibly long, a long stretch that filled him with despair and a sense of utter desolation, a fact only amplified by the gloomy, overcast weather.

The sky grew darker, the streetlights inexplicably off, making the evening feel even more so than night. Small whirlpools swirled in the air, sending fallen leaves and scraps of paper flying. The shops had closed early, and the streets were deserted except for Tan Wenguang.

Unaware of the changes around him, Old Tan walked slowly, head bowed, lost in his chaotic thoughts. The worst part was today .

That guy surnamed Li seized on a small issue and wouldn't let it go, calling him to his desk for a severe scolding and even threatening to deduct a quarter's performance bonus. One was furrowed brows, like a mother disciplining her son, while the other was meek and submissive, looking utterly dejected. The worst part was that the chairman, a rare occurrence, happened to be passing by the HR department for an inspection and witnessed the whole scene. He even patted Tan Wenguang on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Old Tan, what's wrong? You're getting old." Tan Wenguang was left speechless with despair.

At the company, the chairman had always expressed his appreciation... Old Tan, who used to greet everyone with "Wenguang" so warmly, is now being called "Old Tan" and forced to "accept his age." Good heavens, has he lost even the chairman's trust? Does that mean his future in the company is completely over? That Li woman must have planned this all along; she's clearly playing him, intentionally framing him. "

Li Yuqi, you bitch, you stole what was mine and now you're going to ruin everything! Given the chance, I'll definitely destroy you!"

Old Tan silently screamed, his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses burning red with resentment.

A thick cloud of darkness rapidly descended... Lightning flashed overhead, followed by a deafening roar of thunder, and then a torrential downpour. Terrified, Old Tan

instinctively covered his head with his briefcase and fled. The rain seemed to have a mind of its own, relentlessly drenching him.

Everywhere was pitch black, except for a faint glimmer of light ahead.

Tan Wenguang stumbled through the door, the rain roaring behind him. He took a long breath, removed his glasses, wiped them with a tissue from his briefcase, and put them back on. Only then did the world regain its clarity; he found himself in a… Inside a run-down Chinese-style general store, in an unknown location,

sat a thin, elderly man with a goatee behind an old desk near the door, displaying writing implements. The old man stared intently at him with his large, beady eyes, his expression unusually serious—a stark contrast to the store's overall style. Old Tan, puzzled by the old man's glare, suddenly realized he'd brought in rainwater, soaking a large patch of the floor. He could only awkwardly say, "I'm sorry, old man."

The old man, seemingly unable to speak, looked at him for a moment, then picked up a brush and wrote a few large characters: "Buying something?"

"I...hehe, just browsing, can I take shelter from the rain?"

the old man wrote again. "Please feel free," he replied, then looked down at his vertically formatted book and ignored him.

Old Tan thought to himself, it's rare to find such an old-fashioned person in modern society. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, with no end in sight. He stood there for a while, feeling bored, and started wandering around the shop.

The shop wasn't big, about twenty square meters, piled high with goods. The lighting wasn't very bright; a long wire hung with a bare light bulb, swaying in the wind, casting long and short shadows all around. Tan Wenguang looked... Looking around, all he saw were various old items, with carving styles from the Ming and Qing dynasties and the Republic of China period. He wasn't sure if they were genuine, and wasn't particularly interested. However, in a corner he spotted something shaped like a vending machine. Although its design was clumsy and its exterior was decorated with late Qing dynasty patterns, it was ultimately a modern contraption that could be powered and had an automatic dispensing mechanism.

This vending machine, neither quite an antique nor quite modern, piqued Lao Tan's interest, and he began to examine it closely.

The vending machine was indeed quite unusual; its overall shape was that of a clown's face, with a small LCD screen on its left eye that could only display a few words. The screen, about the width of a few lines of text, had a line of small Chinese characters engraved at the top: "Think thrice before you act." Its right eye was a row of number keys. The nostrils were quite large, with an oval opening inscribed in Chinese clerical script: "Inlet" and "Retrieval"—the mouth, so large it could fit an adult, both blocked by drooping metal plates. Tan Wenguang tried pushing open the barrier to peek, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. A gust of cold wind rushed out, making him shiver.

Old Tan quickly let go and went around to the back of the machine. Besides… A thick cable lay buried deep in the ground, nothing else. He tugged at it, but it wouldn't budge; it seemed to be buried deep and securely.

What could this thing possibly sell for? The thought grew stronger, tempting him relentlessly.

Old Tan glanced furtively at the old man, who was engrossed in his book and completely ignored him.

His finger hovered over the start button, then paused. "Think before you act," he thought. Was there any danger? It couldn't possibly explode, could it? Even if it were a bomb, judging by the machine's age, it was long past its expiration date. Just looking at it and then turning it off—wouldn't someone die…?

"Click...buzz..." The machine started. The display screen flashed green a few times, revealing several lines of green text: "Welcome to the Human Vending Machine. Press 1 to enter operation, press 2 for help, press 3 to return to the previous menu, and press 4 to exit the system."

A human vending machine?!

"2."

The words on the screen kept changing, and Lao Tan's eyes widened, as if he had entered a magical world.

According to the machine's own description, it could sell any human organ or even an entire person. If a specific item was required, the name and date of birth of the item, as well as something from that person, such as a hair or blood, were needed. At the same time, the customer had to pay a corresponding price to obtain it. Cash was not accepted; it was all barter. One principle was to exchange what you had for what you had. For example, if you wanted someone's head, you had to exchange your own head for it. Another principle was to exchange your own bodily fluids; the machine would automatically calculate how many milliliters of bodily fluid were needed for each organ.

This was too outrageous! Could this really work?

Old Tan didn't believe it at all, but entered the system out of curiosity. He quickly found himself in a number maze, constantly presented with multiple-choice questions, such as "male" or "female," "complete" or "partial," "upper limbs" or "lower limbs," with the upper limbs further divided into "head," "chest," "abdomen," and "hands." Then, which part of the chest did he want—the "left breast" or the "right breast"? The answer was "150 milliliters of bodily fluid."

Breasts! The two green words that suddenly appeared made Old Tan's glasses flash. He saw Li Yuqi's high-class professional dress and her prominent breasts. Then there must be a vulva too. Sure enough, there was, including the price. Based on the principle of barter, two prices were listed: one was to exchange his own penis, Old Tan thought, "Who would do that?" The other was 250 milliliters of bodily fluid. "I, Old Tan, can exchange a few shots of my thick semen for Li Yuqi's cunt, it's not a bad deal."

Old Tan's face flushed red, his breathing became rapid, and then he shook his head with a laugh. 250, haha, I believe this thing is really 250, it's only good for fooling children.

Just then, Yu said she was staying, so she turned off the machine, said goodbye to the old man, but the old man fell asleep in the chair.

After going out, I found that this small shop was located at the end of a small alley between two skyscrapers, the only one of its kind. The alley was dark and damp, it was a wonder that it could still survive.

(To be continued)

The Ghost Machine of the Demon Beast Path (2)

Everyone in the company knew that Li Yuqi was the cat and Old Tan was the mouse. As soon as he heard the familiar rhythmic tapping of high heels on the floor, Old Tan would shrink behind his seat like a mouse, not daring to show his face.

As the saying goes, what you fear most is what will happen. During his morning snack break, Lao Tan made himself a cup of instant coffee. Just as he was about to return to his seat, he heard the clatter of high heels behind him. Startled, he turned too quickly and bumped headfirst into Li Yuqi's soft chest, spilling every last drop of coffee onto her beige suit.

Like a bolt from the blue, this unexpected turn of events left both of them stunned. Li Yuqi reacted first, letting out a scream, her pretty face flushed red. She mustered all her strength and slapped Lao Tan hard, knocking his glasses to the ground and smashing them into a five-generation-old image. He rushed to the bathroom, and from afar he could still hear her gritting her teeth and yelling, "Tan Wenguang, I'm not done with you!"

The rest of the department looked at Old Tan with pity, at a pitiful wretch sentenced to death. His secretary, Jin Yan, picked up his glasses and said, "Old Tan, hurry up and go."

Old Tan lay on the bed, unable to sleep. Looking at his messy and dilapidated home, he was overwhelmed with sorrow. Liu Jinsheng, who had started out with him, had already become the general manager's assistant, climbing the ladder steadily, with luxury cars, beautiful women, and mansions. Meanwhile, he was becoming more and more pathetic. His wife had run off with someone else, leaving behind a mess that no one could clean up. Others might not know, but he himself despised himself. Now he had completely offended his boss, and the thought of his future made him feel like he was living a life worse than death.

In a daze, he saw that strange machine again, and saw Li Yuqi crawl out of it naked, opening her long arms to hug him, saying, "Brother Tan, I belong entirely to you. Fuck me hard, do whatever you want."

...

Old Tan woke up with a start, a pool of semen beneath him.

That's right, that vending machine, right now the only thing that could control that woman was that machine.

Maybe that machine really had some secret? He'd give it a shot, no matter what. 250 milliliters, it's just a few more masturbations, anyway, he didn't have a wife, he could just visit fewer prostitutes and do more homework at home.

Old Tan became more and more excited, entering a state of frenzy.

For the next few days, surprisingly, everything was peaceful. But Old Tan realized from Li Yuqi's cold eyes that she was waiting for an opportunity to strike decisively and completely drive him out of the company. Meanwhile, he intensified his efforts to accumulate semen. Six or seven times a night wasn't as easy as he'd imagined; his back ached, his legs were weak, and his dark circles were getting worse. His colleagues thought he was terrified and became increasingly reluctant to come. "

I don't even need that bitch Li; this damn machine has already killed me.

" ...

"Please place the item into the inlet and press confirm."

Old Tan tremblingly placed a measuring cylinder of semen and a long hair into the chilly inlet. He then entered Li Yuqi's birthdate as prompted.

Compared to the semen that had exhausted him, the birthdate was easy to find—the company files had everyone's ID number, which could be converted to the lunar calendar. Finding something from the clean-loving Li Yuqi was much more complicated, a long story, but at least Old Tan managed to get a hair at the risk of ruining his reputation. That night, like a thief, he carried these things to an unnamed alley, and thankfully, he found it on the first try. It was the same old shop, the same old man, who completely ignored him, letting him fiddle with the vending machine.

Time seemed to stand still; the machine didn't respond for a long time. Had he been scammed again?

Suddenly, words appeared on the screen.

"Item information: Li Yuqi, female, born in 1980, Scorpio, AB blood type, height 170cm... Information is correct, please confirm."

Everything seemed plausible, and Lao Tan's heart pounded. "Your bodily fluids are 250 ml. Which part of the item do you wish to exchange for: 1. Arm, 2. Thigh..."

Without hesitation, Lao Tan pressed the "Vagina" option.

"Transferring, please wait patiently..."

Would something really come out? What could it be? Was it really a vagina?

The clown's left eye blinked, its mouth gaping wide, as if performing a farce, and the protagonist of this farce was Tan Wenguang, standing before it, filled with anticipation and anxiety.

"Thump."

After a long while, a deep sound came from the dispensing slot, like something falling onto a metal plate.

Old Tan fearfully reached in and grasped a soft, squishy mass of flesh.

It was real! It was indeed a complete female genitalia! The skin was fair and tender, the fine black hairs were all there, incredibly elastic, and even seemed to wriggle.

Old Tan was struck dumb, holding the warm, seemingly alive, contracting genitalia, turning it over and over, completely bewildered. It was clearly not a simulated plastic product; it was definitely real. But it couldn't possibly be Li Yuqi's, could it? That was too surreal. The only possibility was that it had been cut from a corpse, but how could it be so fresh and still moving?

And this vending machine actually sold human bodies!

How bizarre! How bizarre! How bizarre!

Carrying a head full of questions and the vulva he had obtained in exchange for 250 milliliters of sperm, Old Tan didn't know how he got back. Fear, confusion, excitement—a mix of emotions, coupled with days of hard work, left him exhausted. As soon as he got home, he collapsed onto the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, Old Tan woke up, thinking everything that had happened was a nightmare, until he saw that vulva again.

The moonlight was beautiful, shining through the window onto the vulva that had rolled onto the ground, casting a hazy white glow.

He carefully picked up the fleshy mass, brushed away the dust, and examined it closely. The vulva was fair and tender, with thick, neatly combed hair on top, indicating it had been trimmed. The labia were thick and clean, emitting a faint fragrance, completely concealing the entrance. Parting it, the vulva was bright red and glistening, with layers upon layers of flesh. The small clitoris, stimulated by the cold wind, had even swelled up. Turning it over, however, the back was shrouded in a thin layer of black mist.

Old Tan tried to insert his index finger gently into the opening of the vagina. The narrow vaginal opening opened easily, and the finger slid in effortlessly. Strangely, it didn't come out the other way; instead, it felt like entering a body cavity, gripping tightly, wet and warm.

After a few thrusts, the tender flesh turned, and the cavity's juices increased, wetting Old Tan's entire finger. Immediately, the small pearl became fully erect, trembling as it surveyed the unfamiliar world outside.

As he looked and played with it, his fear gradually subsided, replaced by lust. His lower body became inexplicably excited, and he stood erect.

He was certain this was not only a real vulva, but one he could also freely explore and play with. Regardless of whether it belonged to that slut Li Yuqi, he was

determined to fuck it first. Old Tan laid the vulva flat in the center of the bed, stripped naked, climbed on top, and thrust his erect penis into the opening. It truly absorbed his entire penis without leaving a trace, indistinguishable from intercourse with a real person.

If anyone else were present, they would be astonished to see a grown man crawling on the bed like a dog, fucking a small mound of flesh with abandon, occasionally letting out moans of pleasure.

The vulva was tight and juicy, the thick walls of flesh scraping against Old Tan's glans, gurgling and splashing, soaking a large patch of the sheet. Old Tan, who hadn't touched a woman's body in a long time, could no longer resist the peak pleasure. He roared and sent a stream of semen deep into his body.

***

Demon Beast Path: Ghost Machine (3)

Old Tan was swimming in the river. As he swam, a strong force grabbed his feet and dragged him into the deep water.

"Help... Ah, splash..." The river water was smelly and foul, and it entered his mouth and nose. He choked repeatedly and woke up with his violent coughing. The sun was high in the sky. He sat up with a start. Then he remembered that he was off today and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down and saw that the bed had become a swamp. He and his vulva were lying innocently in the middle of the swamp.

Damn, no wonder he had a dream about the river.

Thinking of the madness last night, he didn't seem to be that capable. He could make a bed full of water. Moreover, the water was smelly and foul, like urine. He wet the bed. Ugh, when do people in their forties wet the bed? Besides, he habitually put on shorts before going to bed. The front was still dry. So the only suspect is—the vulva!

Old Tan grabbed the vulva, forcefully pried it open, and sure enough, a few drops of evidence remained at the urethral opening. The evidence was irrefutable; there was no way to deny it. Old Tan remembered that he had even taken a couple of bites in his dream, and flew into a rage, slapping the plump, white mound of flesh. "You've gone too far! You even know how to pee anywhere now!"

The two labia trembled aggrievedly.

"As punishment, I will subject you to piercing!"

After declaring the sentence, Old Tan inserted his engorged penis into the vulva, and hung there naked as he went to wash up. He was in a great mood, having swept away the bad luck of the past few days, and even hummed a little tune.

The vulva, like a small mouth, swayed back and forth on the penis, and soon, more vaginal fluid slid out.

"Damn it, you slut, you're already horny. Come on, wash up."

Old Tan went into the bathroom, removed her vulva, stretched her opening as wide as possible with his fingers, and brought his penis close. A rapid and forceful stream of urine shot straight into her vagina, then gushed out, trickling onto the floor.

Her vulva seemed to be receiving immense stimulation, the muscles twitching incessantly. Old Tan found it amusing, changed his position, holding her vulva flat. Soon, the urine filled her opening, surging upwards. Old Tan then used his penis to block it, pressing it down and forcibly forcing the urine back into the opening, thoroughly enjoying himself.

If it were a real person beneath him, they would surely be driven to despair.

After quickly tidying everything up, Old Tan realized he was very hungry, so he found some instant noodles for breakfast. While making instant noodles, another brilliant idea popped into his head. He found a small glass bowl, placed the vulva opening upwards inside, and widened the opening with a ring, revealing the bright red flesh walls clearly. Old Tan poured the not-too-hot broth into the meat-like "bowl," then used chopsticks to pick up strands of soaked noodles one by one. Although the movements were extremely gentle, the flesh walls still contracted violently a few times.

Old Tan sat up straight, even tying on a scarf, and began to enjoy this bowl of the world's one-of-a-kind secret-recipe instant noodles. He picked out two noodles, tried them, and...hmm, it had a rather indescribable taste—sour, salty, and with a slight gamey smell. Hmph, maybe it's because he didn't wash off the urine properly earlier. Damn it, bad luck, eating his own urine.

With the food in his mouth, he regained a lot of energy, and his thoughts, which had been in a frenzy, finally calmed down, allowing him to think things through.

Old Tan's ability to gain the chairman's favor and become the company's senior human resources specialist was actually quite skillful. He excelled at analysis and judgment, and after several encounters with anyone or anything, he could form a relatively objective opinion. However, his unfamiliarity with popular analytical tools and trendy theories, and his disconnect from modern human resources management theory, was his fatal flaw and the fundamental reason why he fell out of favor with the boss while Li Yuqi gained it.

An unnamed alley, an old general store, a strange old man, a human vending machine, a living person's vulva…

everything was so surreal, exuding a ghostly aura.

How did these strange things suddenly appear in his monotonous life?

Sigh, this night's experiences were truly beyond human comprehension, so I won't waste my breath on it.

Old Tan wasn't as terrified as he had anticipated. Perhaps that's just how people are; when faced with something difficult to explore or extremely frightening, their thinking tends to wander. Besides, what he had now obtained was such a tantalizing opportunity; how could he bear to give it up halfway?

What he cared about was whether this vulva was actually Li Yuqi's. Although Li Yuqi's image kept flashing through his mind while he was having sex, not being able to see her writhing in pleasure wasn't quite as satisfying.

On the other hand, as a sex toy, it was quite good. People spend a fortune to buy inflatable dolls in Japan, while he only spent 250 ml of semen to get a real vulva. Whether he caressed or abused her, she could only submit. It was a bargain no matter how you looked at it.

Could there really be such a good thing in the world?

He thought of his ex-wife, who was not only unattractive but also extremely picky. She only slept with him when she felt like it, let alone trying different positions or anything fancy. She would constantly scold him and threaten to stop having sex. His cowardly personality was probably related to this fierce ex-wife.

The skin was so delicate and white, and her skin must be smooth and elastic. Her pubic hair was plentiful but neatly trimmed.

There are generally two types of women who trim their pubic hair: public figures like movie stars and models, who are afraid of showing pubic hair on their underwear; and refined ladies who cherish their bodies and value taste, liking to be neat and tidy. The type of pubic hair in this case seems more like the latter, indicating that this woman pays great attention to grooming. The fact that it was clean and odorless, even slightly fragrant, when first handled suggests that this woman is very clean. Therefore, Lao Tan can conclude that regardless of whether the original owner of this vulva was Li Yuqi, she was at least a great beauty.

This raises another question. Did the original owner know she had lost her vulva? If she really did, how would she live? How would she excrete? Judging from the situation this morning, the vulva was conscious and could urinate. Could it be inferred that although the vulva was spatially separated from the owner's body, it was actually connected? The woman could do whatever she wanted, but the location of the act was elsewhere.

In other words, the woman urinated in her own bathroom this morning, but the urine ended up on the bed of a stranger possibly several kilometers away.

Isn't it bizarre? But it's also very interesting.

Conversely, whatever Lao Tan does to this vulva, the original owner of the vulva should be able to feel it. For example, during intercourse, the woman would feel as if she were truly having sex with someone, only unaware of who is doing it to her.

Being able to control others at will, without them understanding, is exactly what Lao Tan, who is used to hiding behind the scenes and not comfortable in the limelight, most enjoys doing. Of course, these conclusions fit Li Yuqi perfectly. If it really is her, then that would be incredibly satisfying!

So, the last question is, how to verify it? Are you going to go to her house and ask, "Miss Li, have you lost your vulva?" That

would be a nightmare.

All morning, Lao Tan had been soaking in the vulva's embrace. After the morning's abuse, the vulva looked somewhat red and swollen, so Lao Tan was extremely gentle, soaking it in warm water, applying medicine until it returned to normal, then applying soap, and carefully shaving off the pubic hair with his razor, making it truly as clean as a newborn baby.

Lao Tan loved it more and more, and couldn't help but kiss the vulva.

Just then, a stream of urine gushed out from the vulva's urethra, flowing right into Lao Tan's mouth.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Lao Tan hadn't expected this, and angrily threw the vulva on the ground, stomping on it twice. The vulva, as expected, seemed to know fear and forced the urine back down. "Damn

, she doesn't know what's what until she's taught a lesson."

Lao Tan immediately thought of an idea to test the vulva's owner, and dialed Li Yuqi's cell phone.

"Hello, who is this?" The voice on the phone sounded somewhat weak.

"This is Tan Wenguang."

"Oh, Tan Gong, what's up?"

Old Tan's tone turned cold as soon as he heard the voice on the phone. He sneered and said, "Manager Li, I'm here to apologize for what happened last time." He then stuck a sewing needle into her vulva.

"That's not it... Ah!"

A scream came from the phone.

To confirm.

The sewing needle pierced the clitoris.

Blood spurted out.

"Ah..." A scream that was longer and sharper than the last echoed on the phone.

Old Tan inserted his finger into her vagina and rubbed it hard.

"I'm... I'm sorry... Tan Gong, I'm not... not very convenient right now. What is it...? We can talk about it at work... okay?"

It was clear that Li Yuqi was out of breath and was barely managing to speak.

"It's okay, I have plenty of time."

Old Tan smiled and hung up the phone, pulled out his finger, and looked at the glistening mucus on it.

The Demonic Machine of the Path of the Beast (4)

For Li Yuqi, the nightmare began that night.

Li Yuqi was a pampered child, born into a high-ranking official's family and living a life of luxury. She was acutely aware of her uniqueness, and indeed, she rose rapidly through life, achieving what others struggled to attain.

While her figure, beauty, and charisma were enough to make most women despair, she didn't want to be the center of attention because of her appearance. In fact, her pride prevented her from associating with people from the lower and middle classes. Birds of a feather flock together; she belonged to high society and would only ever associate with the elite.

So, when someone told her that the middle-aged man in her department, Tan Wenguang, held a grudge against her, she found it laughable. In her eyes, Tan Wenguang was the type struggling in society, like a rat in a gutter, desperately trying to earn a living or gain a good social standing. How could he possibly compare to her, Miss Li?

Besides, that guy's stuff was so outdated; he didn't deserve to be called a senior HR professional. She couldn't help but lament for the Jinda Group. She never paid any attention to those scoundrels and never showed them any mercy. What did age or seniority matter? If they did something wrong, they should be criticized publicly—that was the lesson she learned while studying in England. That's how Chinese people are—hesitant to speak their minds, shy and timid. Even when they've clearly made a mistake, they'll try to praise them indirectly first. That's what she disliked most. She wanted to promote a new ethos in the company: speak frankly, be realistic, but don't hold grudges or seek revenge.

The boss asked her if others would accept it.

She confidently replied, "Definitely, as long as you support me and give me some time."

That evening, she accompanied the boss to the tennis court. She was a tennis enthusiast, and in terms of skill, even the boss or chairman was no match for her.

As expected, after two hours, both bosses were exhausted. Her long, shapely legs, like a deer's, were still gliding across the field, only slightly out of breath, drenched in sweat.

The chairman said to the CEO, "Old Li, young people are truly young." CEO

Li laughed, "If I'm not as skilled, that's fine, don't use 'young people's age' as an excuse."

Li Yuqi smiled sweetly, "I can't keep playing with you two anymore, I have an appointment with a friend, I'll be going now."

"Don't tell me it's your boyfriend."

In the shower, Li Yuqi dried herself, spraying some CD perfume on her neck, armpits, and private parts. Her long hair was straightened and neatly pinned up. That's just the kind of person she is—meticulous and organized in everything she does.

She was in a good mood. CEO Li smiled well; she was indeed going to meet her new boyfriend, the eldest son of Chairman Wang of Yuanqiao Telecom.

Just then, a sharp pain shot through her lower body, like someone slowly sawing her flesh with a knife. It was so intense that she fainted before she could react.

When she regained consciousness, the pain was gone, but she discovered something even more terrifying—her vulva was gone!

A layer of black mist had covered the area where her vulva should have been. Trembling, she reached out to touch the mist, but there was nothing there, nothing at all. The flesh that had once belonged to her was now gone.

She clearly felt that her vulva was still there, but it had left her body and was in a cold, dark place.

"Ah!" Unable to accept this cruel reality, she fainted again.

When she woke up, she hoped it was all just a nightmare. However, despair enveloped her again.

This time, she felt her vulva being enveloped and swayed by something.

Good heavens, how could such a terrible thing happen to her?

This was a high-end club where members could do whatever they wanted without interference. No one knew that Li Yuqi had been in the shower for so long.

After a brief moment of utter shock, Li Yuqi had to accept reality. She numbly dressed, walked outside, ignoring the waiter's smiling face.

Her date was obviously ruined; she just wanted to get home as quickly as possible.

Driving, she remained relatively calm, thinking that the hospital definitely couldn't help, and it was too embarrassing to bring it up. Tell people she'd lost her genitals? Who would believe her? She'd only become a laughingstock; she'd rather die. She must be possessed, and a very powerful one at that. She needed to find the best exorcist to exorcise it.

Just then, she felt a new sensation in her lower body, like someone was stroking her with fingers, spreading her legs, and soon a finger was inserted.

Oh, no!

Li Yuqi was both ashamed and angry, instinctively squeezing her legs together, but immediately realized it was pointless; her genitals were now in someone else's hands.

She was no longer a virgin and didn't reject orgasms. She knew her body very well; she was fully engaged in passionate sex, experiencing pleasure very quickly. Because of this, she was surprisingly reserved during sex, never allowing her partner to touch her genitals or make overly intimate gestures, lest she lose control and embarrass herself.

But now, she was no longer in control. Her private parts were being manipulated like a cabbage by a mysterious man, waves of electric shocks shooting to her head, and her lower body involuntarily began to secrete fluids. The friction intensified, the wicked pleasure rising higher and higher. Then it suddenly stopped. She thought it was over, feeling a pang of disappointment, but mostly relief.

A familiar sensation returned—a thick, hard penis forced its way in, penetrating deeply.

As she drove her beautiful red sports car through the brightly lit streets, she was brutally raped by a mysterious man.

God! Help me!

Li Yuqi could no longer control the steering wheel, forced to pull over to the side of the road, turn off the accelerator, tilt her head back, spread her legs, and allow this distant stranger to violate her body in the most humiliating position through sorcery.

When the semen plunged deep into her cervix, she reached the peak of pleasure, groaning "Ah!" as her long hair whipped across her head.

This time it was finally over. But who knew if it wasn't the beginning of an even greater humiliation?

Li Yuqi stood on the cold street, hugging her shoulders, feeling utterly alone and terrified.

It was disgusting, terrifying, utterly absurd… God, please tell me what happened.

Two streams of tears streaked across Li Yuqi's fair face like shooting stars

…

The situation unfolded exactly as she had worst fears, or perhaps even worse.

She couldn't sleep a wink all night, sitting blankly on the bed, her mind a complete void. At dawn, she had no appetite for breakfast. Her bladder felt full, and although she managed to urinate once, the toilet was empty.

Soon, the torment began again.

She didn't know how that perverted maniac was torturing her; she only knew she felt like a monkey under a spell, constantly rolling on the floor, howling, and then subjected to agonizing intercourse, leaving her constantly wet with desire.

The maid was very worried, knocking several times but refusing to come in, each time being driven away by her angry shouts.

Just as she could catch her breath, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. Li Yuqi didn't want to answer, but the ringing persisted. A thought crossed her mind: could it be that pervert? If she could get through to him, perhaps there was hope. Money or whatever, she would do it.

The call came through, and it was that bastard Tan Wenguang calling. A person without love can never do the right thing, and he spouts nonsense. At times like this, she wanted nothing more than to strangle him.

Just as she was about to lash out, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through her lower body, causing her to scream involuntarily. Then came an even more intense pain; her scream was piercing and echoed throughout the building.

The door was flung open, and her father and several family members grabbed her and rushed her to the hospital.

Li Yuqi lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling. She had endured this for hours, remaining silent to everyone who asked her questions. All the doctor's tests came back normal; apart from looking somewhat haggard and lacking rest, she seemed fine.

This puzzled everyone.

No one knew that in those few hours, she had been enduring torture from afar, trying her best not to show any signs of it.

She clearly felt that after the needle-pricking torture, the mysterious man's methods had escalated, no longer limited to playing with her genitals, but also subjecting her spirit, will, and body to his manipulation.

So he began using needle pricks as signals, experimenting repeatedly. If the pricks didn't work, even more insane torture would follow. After many attempts, the intelligent Li Yuqi finally understood the devil's intentions and began to cooperate with his commands.

One light prick.

Li Yuqi tightened her legs, clenching her lower body muscles tightly, her vaginal walls gripping the fingers at her vulva.

Two pricks.

Li Yuqi sighed, gently spreading her thighs to relax her genitals.

The mysterious man's hand lightly patted her mons pubis twice as a reward.

However, she couldn't manage three pricks; she needed to urinate. Although she understood the command, this beastly behavior was unbearable.

Clearly, the storm of torture resumed.

Li Yuqi screamed, rolling off the bed. Everyone could only hold her down, at a loss.

She barely managed to lift her head, her forehead soaked with sweat, and whispered to her bewildered father, "Dad, I need you to do something for me. Find a sorcerer, the best one, to save me!"

(To be continued)

Demon Beast Path: Ghost Machine (5) Author: Han Jiang

After confirming that Li Yuqi was indeed the owner of this vulva, Lao Tan was ecstatic.

The cycle of heaven and earth eventually brings retribution. Li Yuqi, you stinky bitch, you've finally fallen into my hands.

Just thinking about Li Yuqi's screams on the phone when he was pricking her vulva with needles, it was as if that stinky bitch was begging for mercy in front of him, almost making him feel incredibly good.

His deduction was indeed absolutely correct.

So, now it's time to slowly, properly, and thoroughly play with this vulva, no, to play with Li Yuqi, that stinky bitch.

He could keep going and fucking her until she was dying, of course, but he didn't have the resources. To collect those 250 milliliters of semen, he masturbated day and night, practically rubbing his penis raw, already completely exhausted. Even after switching back to the vagina, it was only because the act was so strange and stimulating that he continued; otherwise, with his age, he would have been unable to handle it. He

really needed to rest; good health was the foundation of his womanizing ways.

However, simply leaving the vagina aside wasn't enough for Lao Tan; he wanted to find a way to play with it.

Inspired by the acupuncture he'd just experienced, Lao Tan's penis twitched, and an idea came to him. "

If I can manipulate her vagina to control her entire being, wouldn't that be interesting?"

So, Lao Tan began his experiment.

He recalled his past experience raising dogs. Dogs don't understand human language, but they remember actions. To make a dog stand up and bow, first make a gesture of raising its head, then lift its two front legs repeatedly. Reward it for good behavior, punish it for bad behavior, thus creating a conditioned stimulus.

The only conditioned stimulation for Li Yuqi was through touch, creating a sensation of pain to guide her to perform some manageable actions. He started with simple targets: pricking her vulva with a needle, expecting her vagina to tighten on its own.

He demonstrated first, gently pricking once, then pinching her labia tightly with his fingers. He pricked again, then squeezed again.

At first, it was difficult; her vulva didn't understand what he was doing, thinking it was pure sadism, acting purely on instinct. A heavy prick caused a reflexive contraction, a light prick had no effect.

Old Tan realized this wasn't working and decided to add punishment: a hard slap on the vulva. One more time, still no luck, another slap, leaving the tender flesh red. Before he could deliver the third slap, the vulva understood, shyly tightening its muscles.

First success!

Old Tan was overjoyed and quickly and affectionately stroked her smooth vulva as encouragement, saying, "This bitch is really smart."

With the experience of the first time, the second goal of dilating her vagina was quickly achieved. But the third goal, urination, became difficult again.

Old Tan's demonstration was still quite good. He filled a syringe with water, pricked her three times, and shot the water into her urethra, making it look like she was urinating.

Whether she really had no urine to urinate or was deliberately resisting, no matter how many times he demonstrated, her vulva didn't react at all.

"Damn it, play with me, let's see who can outlast whom!"

Old Tan once again raised the banner of heavy punishment, but it still didn't work. Her vulva was already red and swollen from his torment, like a pitiful little meat bun, twitching pitifully.

After so long without any results, Old Tan was truly enraged, rummaging around frantically. He found a thin fuse in the toolbox, returned to the table, and used two fingers to separate the urethra, revealing the narrow opening.

"I'll kill your stinking cunt." Old Tan grinned maliciously as he shoved the fuse into the urethra, slowly applying pressure while rubbing.

Although there was some resistance, the body couldn't withstand the penetration of the copper wire, and it continued to go deeper.

The vulva immediately reacted, the muscles twitching wildly until they spasmed erratically, even oozing fine beads of sweat.

Old Tan could almost see Li Yuqi writhing and crying on the ground in extreme pain.

Suddenly, the muscles relaxed, and a gush of turbid yellow urine mixed with blood gushed out.

Li Yuqi had lost control of her bladder.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so pitiful, why did she have to do it in the first place?"

Old Tan pulled out the fuse, cupped the vulva, and lovingly licked away the remaining urine from the clitoris with the tip of his tongue.

Her vulva trembled in fear, and drops of urine fell like flowing hot tears.

All Sunday, Lao Tan was obsessed with playing with her vulva. Aside from a trip to the market to buy a large amount of fast food, he spent all his time at home. He had finally trained Li Yuqi's vulva to act entirely according to his will and commands, including urination and urinary control. He could manipulate it freely, using a needle as a signal; at one command, the urethra would tremble and squeeze out urine, and at another command, it would quickly tighten, never daring to disobey in the slightest.

Perhaps, next time, I can train it to do even more.

In this way, what he gained with his semen was not just a single organ, but control over her entire mind and body through that organ, allowing him to make her experience ecstasy or unbearable agony at will. What a wonderful feeling.

Time flowed by, second by second.

Old Tan spent a lot of time, with great interest, inserting a long piece of popcorn into the vaginal opening, watching it snap in half with force, then pulling out the popcorn, soaked in her vaginal fluid, and eating it. Eventually, the vaginal muscles were completely exhausted, and the once tightly closed vulva gaped open, shamelessly exposing its secret place to the light of day.

Old Tan was dissatisfied. "It stopped working after only a few strokes. No good, it needs more training." He brought over a set of sex toys he had just bought and inserted a vibrating egg into the narrow passage.

The vibrating egg buzzed, slowly and steadily tormenting the vagina.

This woman's physique was indeed incredibly strong and exceptionally sensitive. Just moments before, she had been like a dead fish, but the stimulation brought her back to her senses, and strands of glistening fluid hung from the opening, soon becoming abundant. Old Tan spoke to Yinhu in a pleading tone, "I used to watch Japanese porn and I know about something called squirting. You're so good at it, let me squirt too, just three or four times an hour is fine. Okay?"

Yinhu was speechless.

Old Tan didn't know that while he was in the throes of passion, Li Yuqi's house had been turned upside down.

"Tianpeng, Tianpeng, the ancestor of all gods. Majestic Great Dao, roaming the cosmos. ... Wrathful enough to shake heaven and earth, causing the sun and moon to lose their light. Swallowing the five sacred mountains, crushing all directions. Those who obey my spell, quickly come and submit. Those who disobey my spell, perish and be destroyed..."

Li Yuqi's boudoir had been transformed into a Taoist room, filled with Taoist artifacts and banners, shrouded in smoke. In the center was a bed and a ritual table. Li Yuqi lay flat with her eyes closed, her forehead and lower abdomen covered with talismans.

Two men wearing Taoist hats, one holding a banner in one hand and a peach wood sword in the other, circled the bed, chanting incantations and occasionally making impromptu thrusts in the air.

Li Yuqi's family gathered outside the door, listening anxiously to the commotion.

Suddenly, the older Taoist's expression changed drastically. He ran quickly, his chanting incantations accelerating, while the younger Taoist stopped and burned some yellow paper, the ashes lingering in the air.

"Demon, where do you think you're going!"

the old Taoist shouted. "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Go!" In the flickering firelight, the peach wood sword swiftly pierced through the two talismans and embedded itself directly into the incense burner.

A streak of crimson blood spread from the sword's tip.

The door opened. Li Yuqi's father was the first to burst in: "How's it going, Celestial Master? Did you catch it?"

The old Taoist wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "This demon is truly formidable. I couldn't subdue it without using all my skills."

"Thank you so much. Aunt Zhou, please invite the Celestial Master to the living room for tea."

He leaned over his daughter's bedside and asked with concern, "Qi'er, are you feeling any better?"

Li Yuqi opened her eyes, her face pale. She glanced at her father and screamed, "They're a bunch of swindlers! Tell them to get out!"

...

Monday finally arrived.

In the past, it was a painful and dark time for Lao Tan because he had to face the person he least wanted to face.

But today, he woke up early, eager to rush to the company and see with his own eyes the results of his two days of work.

Naturally, as a gift from God, he once again unceremoniously enjoyed the top-notch meal that the young woman brought him with her most exquisite body. Then, he carefully wrapped it up, put it in his briefcase, and walked out the door, for the first time smiling as he joined the surging torrent of commuters.

The Demonic Machine of the Demonic Path (6)

Li Yuqi lay on the balcony of her villa, talking softly to her best friend, who was also the younger sister of her potential future husband, Wang Jia.

Although Wang Jia was a rich girl, she was very independent. She opened a detective agency entirely out of interest, and took on small cases such as catching adulterers. Li Yuqi always laughed at her as "Detective Wang Jia". So far, she was the only person who had heard Li Yuqi tell the whole story of what had happened to her. As she listened, her beautiful big eyes widened even more, and she gripped Li Yuqi's hand tightly in fear.

Li Yuqi was both amused and annoyed: "Even a detective is this scared. Be careful that lecherous ghost doesn't come after you."

Wang Jia pouted and said, "A detective is human too. Don't scare me, Sister Yuqi. Have you ever seen that ghost? How do you know it's a lecherous ghost?"

Li Yuqi blushed and couldn't say anything to this little girl. She had been tormented by that demon day and night, as if he had completely mastered her characteristics, forcing her to orgasm countless times, leaving her with no strength left to even walk. However, she was too ashamed to talk about these things.

"Even if it's a ghost, I don't believe no one can subdue it,"

Li Yuqi sighed. "Actually, I still don't understand what's going on. I don't know if it's a person, a demon, or a ghost messing with me. My father has invited all the paranormal experts in the area these past two days, but it's all in vain. They all just say I'm possessed. But yesterday, a withered old man came and recited a verse. I'm still trying to guess what it said: 'Originally one thing, each flower blooms on two branches. Thirty years ago, hatred gave rise to wishes.'"

"Thirty years ago, you weren't even born yet! What nonsense is this? What did he say to do?"

"It's also a verse: 'The boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge, and the one who tied the bell must untie it.'"

"Well, the old man meant to relax, accept things as they come, and you'll naturally find peace."

"I'm afraid I'll be played to death by that day. No, I won't give up. As long as I find out who's behind this, I'll never let them get away with it!" Li Yuqi said angrily, "Tear them to pieces!"

These past few days, she wasn't as trembling with fear as the first night; she was even somewhat submissive, willingly submitting to the devil's training. But what she truly feared was that the devil's ambitions clearly lay elsewhere. He not only drowned her in an endless sea of lust but also repeatedly ejaculated deep into her body.

Was that semen real or an illusion? Would she become pregnant? If she gave birth, what would she give birth to? Could it be—a ghost?! This deep-seated fear was the driving force behind Li Yuqi's determination to find the truth. But where was the truth?

Li Yuqi gazed at the vast sky, her eyes filled with bewilderment.

...

Old Tan quickly realized he had made a minor technical mistake.

Li Yuqi had taken leave. For a workaholic like her, taking leave was a rare occurrence.

Her colleagues had some guesses. Only Old Tan knew the truth: the past few days had been too brutal; even someone of iron couldn't withstand it.

He had wantonly bullied the company's acknowledged beauty, leaving her bedridden—all of this was the work of the unassuming Old Tan, a fact that filled him with immense pride.

He reached into the drawer and secretly grasped that soft, smooth mound of flesh. He sighed with satisfaction, lamenting that even such a great achievement could only be enjoyed by himself. Not being able to witness Li Yuqi's embarrassing state firsthand always left Old Tan unsatisfied. He made a decision: to abstain from sex for a few days, keeping her vulva closed, not even touching it. He would also use this opportunity to recuperate his severely depleted body.

Three days later.

Li Yuqi appeared at the company.

Liu Jinsheng bumped into her in the elevator and joked, "Even a sickly beauty like Xi Shi is still a great beauty."

Li Yuqi forced a smile, unwilling to say more, and quickened her pace towards the office.

At the door, she was stopped again by General Manager Li, who asked, "I heard you've been on sick leave these past few days. What's wrong? Is it serious?"

Li Yuqi had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Just a minor ailment for women. I'm all better now." The doorway faced Old Tan's desk. Seeing the boss entangled with Li Yuqi, he felt a surge of joy; his opportunity had arrived. Pretending to be

engrossed in searching for reports, he reached into the drawer with both hands and pricked his vulva.

Li Yuqi shuddered, inwardly crying out, "Oh my god, no way! It's only been two days since it stopped, and it's back again!" But at the same time, her lower body reflexively relaxed its muscles.

Using the momentum, Old Tan, who had been planning this all along, thrust a thick, vibrating dildo into her vagina.

Oh no! The vibrating dildo throbbed merrily against her lower body, waves of pleasure rapidly converging in her mind. Li Yuqi tried to escape, but stumbled. Mr.

Li noticed her distress and, even more determined not to leave, grabbed her arm and asked with concern, "What's wrong? You look terrible. Should we go to the hospital?"

The vibrating increased, and her vaginal fluids began to flow.

Li Yuqi couldn't bear it any longer and suddenly snapped, forcefully shoving her boss away, saying, "Stop talking!" She lowered her head and hurried towards the restroom, her posture extremely unnatural.

Mr. Li, seeing everyone staring at him, felt embarrassed. He coughed lightly, feigning authority, and walked away with his hands behind his back, looking sullen.

The department staff began to whisper amongst themselves. Taking advantage of a moment of inattention, Lao Tan grabbed a newspaper, casually wrapped it around her vulva, and walked out the door, glancing at it as he went. Reaching the end of the corridor, where no one was around, he turned and slipped into the women's restroom.

The women's restroom had three stalls; the small door in the middle was locked, and suppressed sobs could be heard coming from inside.

Without hesitation, Lao Tan slipped into the last stall and closed the door.

Sitting on the toilet, he felt a lingering fear.

Since his transaction with that strange vending machine, not only had his life been completely disrupted, but his personality had also changed. In the past, he would never have dared to call Li Yuqi just to test her, let alone play such a trick on her and embarrass her, let alone break into the women's restroom in broad daylight to do something so disgusting.

He had already done something unbelievable, so what was there to be afraid of?

"Li, you bitch, don't cry. I haven't seen you for a few days, so I'm giving you a big consolation prize."

He took out his penis, inserted it into her vagina, and began to vigorously masturbate.

Having just been thoroughly played with by the electric vibrator, her vaginal opening was already engorged and overflowing with blood, feeling very lubricated during the masturbation, just waiting for the final thrust.

If Li Yuqi paid attention, she could hear the distinctive gurgling sounds of a man and woman having sex coming from the next stall. Unfortunately, she was already overwhelmed by another climax and had no mind to hear any other strange noises.

She was like a small boat adrift in a vast ocean, wave after wave of pleasure crashing against her body, and gradually, her consciousness began to blur.

If anyone dared to glance in their direction at that moment, they would be in for a treat: a beautiful woman in a uniform, her clothes disheveled, straddled the toilet, one hand clutching her chest, her breasts half-exposed, the other awkwardly stroking her flesh-colored stockings, her face flushed, uttering incoherent moans.

Old Tan hadn't witnessed this scene of a wanton woman in heat, but just hearing the soft moans from next door and imagining her beautiful face was more effective than any aphrodisiac. He was now also caught in a state of confusion and disorientation.

Less than a meter apart, the two passionately engaged in intercourse had no physical contact. This strange act lasted less than ten minutes, ending in a draw as Li Yuqi collapsed first and Old Tan followed suit.

When Lao Tan slipped out, the sound of the door slamming open startled Li Yuqi. She then realized that there were other people in the bathroom. Had they heard or seen something? How many more embarrassing things would she have to do?

Her vision went straight to darkness.

Demon Beast Path: Ghost Machine (7)

Afternoon.

Li Yuqi came in from outside with a cold face very late. She went into her office, closed the door behind her, and drew the curtains. The entire department was silent, everyone busy with their work.

But everyone was secretly passing on a message. Li Yuqi was leaving. Her resignation letter was written by her secretary, Jin Yan, so it was definitely true. The reason for her resignation was said to be "illness."

The office was filled with a suppressed joy. After all, no matter if this wicked woman was out of her mind, leaving when the company was doing so well was always an exciting piece of good news for these oppressed and exploited office bugs.

The instigator, Lao Tan, who should have been the one celebrating the most, was actually a little disappointed.

Wasn't this his ultimate goal?

Since gaining control of Li Yuqi's vagina, Lao Tan's life goals had unconsciously shifted. Work, position, high salary—to hell with them! Turning the arrogant Li Yuqi into a puppet, controlling her every move, had become his greatest pleasure.

However, Li Yuqi's departure would greatly diminish all that pleasure, until it vanished completely.

A vagina, no matter how good, was just a moving piece of flesh, like a high-end realistic toy. Playing with it too much was almost like necrophilia; it couldn't compare to even a fraction of the pleasure of a real person. Even if he couldn't have sex with her, witnessing her lewd expression and unrestrained moans under his control was a tremendous enjoyment. What could be more exciting and stimulating than the humiliation he'd experienced in the bathroom that morning?

He couldn't just watch this living toy slip through his fingers!

Lao Tan sat there, seemingly possessed, his eyes vacant and lifeless, like an idiot. Jin Yan walked past him without any reaction, and shook her head, saying to those around her, "Look how happy Old Tan is."

As she spoke, Old Tan suddenly leaped up and rushed outside without looking back, his agility surpassing that of a young man. Jin Yan shook her head again, saying, "Oh, he's gone mad, poor thing."

Folders, documents, and miscellaneous items were scattered haphazardly throughout the room.

Li Yuqi was extremely frustrated.

In just a few days, she had endured unimaginable blows. Worse still, it felt like being in boundless darkness, unable to find any clues or see a glimmer of light.

Whenever she managed to gather even a sliver of hope, a storm of humiliation would arrive as scheduled, as if her every move and thought was under the control of that person (ghost). It was terrifying.

She had no heart for work, and was weary of it, so she chose to escape, fleeing far away to England.

The chairman and General Manager Li repeatedly tried to persuade her to stay, but her mind was made up. According to company regulations, she only needed to fulfill her duties for the last month and complete the handover properly, and everything would be fine.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the windowpanes, casting dappled shadows on her face. She stared blankly out the window, her mood mirroring the sky about to sink into darkness.

Her phone rang.

Her hand mechanically pressed the call button and held it to her ear.

A strange male voice rang out, deep and gloomy, with a hissing sound that seemed to carry electricity through it, like a viper's tongue, sounding sinister and mysterious: "Miss Li Yuqi."

Li Yuqi's heart skipped a beat: "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know what I have in my hands."

"..."

Li Yuqi felt those familiar hands gently caressing her vulva.

"Can you feel the caresses? What a beautiful and alluring flower! Your cute little clitoris is standing erect under the teasing... It's wet, it's dripping wet..."

"Shut up! You beast!" Li Yuqi's face turned pale, her hand holding the phone trembled uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face. She had finally spoken to the demon who had stripped her of her dignity and chastity through the phone. In that instant, she should have been terrified, but she was overwhelmed by an even stronger sense of shame. What woman could remain calm in such a moment?

"Ah!" Li Yuqi screamed. Her clitoris was viciously pinched by the mysterious man, and a sharp pain shot from her lower body straight to the top of her head.

The mysterious man sneered, "Remember, next time you speak to your master, be obedient. Otherwise, you'll suffer."

The stinging pain brought Li Yuqi back to her senses, making her understand her situation. She had to suppress her shame and anger, swallowing her pride, and said, "I won't."

"You haven't apologized yet."

Li Yuqi's face flushed crimson. "I'm sorry, it was my...fault." Her voice trailed off, and even the strong-willed woman couldn't hold back her tears. "No, please don't bully me anymore. Let me go. I'll give you whatever you want."

The mysterious man laughed harshly for a moment, then said, "Letting you go isn't difficult. Just obey one of my wishes each day, and in seven days, you'll be free."

Li Yuqi had said those words without any hope, but unexpectedly, the mysterious man actually had this plan. It was like seeing a lifeline in a vast ocean; the sudden ignition of hope made her voice change urgently, "You mean, seven days?"

"I mean, obedience."

"I will obey, I will definitely obey. I will listen to whatever you say."

"Then, starting from now, I want to see you standing on the rooftop of Jinhong Building within half an hour. Stay there and don't move."

The phone hung up.

Li Yuqi pulled out the number she had just dialed.

13944444444.

An ominous number, a voice from hell. All of this came too suddenly.

Li Yuqi was in a state of turmoil. After a long silence, she picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Jiajia, Yuqi. Can your detective agency do me a favor?"

...

Old Tan was as happy as a duck in heat. Humming a little tune, he used her vulva as a scrubbing cloth, giving it a thorough scrubbing. Stimulated by this, her vulva became engorged and swollen, seemingly working extra hard, teasing Old Tan so much that he couldn't help but stroke his penis a few more times while washing it. He realized he was a genius. With a little trickery, he had completely manipulated the beautiful and intelligent Li Yuqi, achieving his goal while remaining hidden behind the scenes. What a thrill!

In the afternoon, he rushed to a small shop of the mobile communications company and bought the most unlucky phone number no one wanted, without needing to register any information or documents. He then went to a small appliance market and modified a small megaphone into a voice changer.

The rest was simple: he could sit comfortably at home and wait for that silly bird to walk into his trap.

His home was on the top floor of a post and telecommunications building slated for demolition. In the summer, the paint on the roof smelled terrible, and in the winter, even with two layers of blankets, he still shivered.

However, when he opened the window, he saw the rooftop of the Jinhong Building.

Li Yuqi had been standing on the rooftop for three whole hours, both hungry and thirsty.

The city had entered a bustling night market; looking down from the building, the lights were dazzling, and the traffic was heavy.

The rooftop of the building was surrounded by bright lights, illuminating every detail.

Li Yuqi had rushed here without stopping, imagining that she would meet a man in black on the rooftop, who would give her some tasks and then suddenly disappear.

She dared not imagine what those tasks were, only realizing that she might find it difficult to bear.

But after three hours, not a single ghost had appeared. Had she been tricked? Even if she was, she could only endure it and dared not leave.

Besides the detectives from Wang Jia Detective Agency she had summoned, there was definitely no one else on the rooftop.

Where was the demon hiding? Her gaze swept over the surrounding high-rise buildings; all those dark windows seemed like pairs of malevolent eyes.

During this time, she uncontrollably experienced two more orgasms, gripping the rooftop railing tightly to keep from collapsing. She sighed inwardly, "What's coming, come quickly. "

Old Tan, naked, busily cleaned the house. His erect penis, of course, always hung high with his "trophy." Her limp vulva clung to his shaft, shamelessly drooling, making his genitals wet.

"You, spitting everywhere, have no hygiene at all," Old Tan criticized her vulva with dissatisfaction.

As he passed the window, Lao Tan would occasionally glance across the street. Seeing the woman's helpless and wandering appearance made him feel relieved. "Baby, don't worry, this is just the beginning.

"

Through the lens, it was the first time Lao Tan had seen Li Yuqi at such close range, and he couldn't help but catch his breath.

Li Yuqi's black business suit was impeccable and perfectly fitted, outlining her tall and slender figure. The humiliation she had endured for several days had not diminished her stunning beauty, but rather added to her elegance. No wonder she was the company's goddess.

Lao Tan sat comfortably on a recliner, clicking his tongue in admiration. He held up high-powered binoculars, pointing them at the platform of the Jinhong Building. On the small table beside him were delicious food and drinks, and on his raised thigh, his alluring vulva was neatly placed.

It was nearly dawn, and the long wait of nearly six hours had exhausted this white-collar beauty, but on the surface, there was no sign of disorder. When her phone rang, she quickly stood up, elegant and radiant.

"Ready? Let's begin. Today's question is simple: first, state your measurements."

"What?!"

A piercing pain shot through her lower body.

"Don't you understand? Bust, waist, hips."

Li Yuqi reluctantly answered, "84, 60, 90."

"A terrible figure."

"..."

Li Yuqi loved sports; her muscles were taut. Even a standard model wouldn't necessarily have a more impressive figure than her. Knowing the devil was deliberately humiliating her, she couldn't help but show her defiance.

"Your menstrual cycle... Tell me quickly, or you'll know the consequences."

"...The end of the month, around the 25th."

"Perfect timing to do good after this week... What a dirty woman, don't get my hands dirty."

Li Yuqi's face flushed red, and she gritted her teeth, remaining silent.

"You seem to have a very high sex drive, getting wet so easily. Is your life also quite promiscuous?"

Li Yuqi screamed, "Why do you always ask such pointless questions?"

Unexpectedly, this time she didn't feel any abuse. The Bluetooth headset only transmitted a sinister laugh, "My patience is limited. Don't say I didn't give you a chance! Goodbye..."

With a beep, the call ended.

"No!" Li Yuqi looked around in panic, repeatedly trying to call back, but the phone remained off.

Old Tan smiled as he watched the intellectual beauty's disheveled appearance. He had already figured out this woman's temperament, like fishing, reeling in the bait and letting it go, never letting the fish escape the hook.

He was quite surprised by his own genius performance. In the past, he had always been timid and submissive in front of others, never speaking loudly or showing his teeth when he smiled—a standard male version of a lady. He never imagined that since making the deal with that ghostly machine, not only his life but also his personality had been quietly changing, and something dark was constantly expanding within him.

The phone rang again.

Seeing the familiar number, Li Yuqi couldn't stop her tears from flowing. "I'll tell you whatever you ask, please stop teasing me."

"When did you lose your virginity?"

"Seventeen."

Having made up her mind, she simply abandoned her pride and answered decisively.

"With whom, and where? Describe it."

Li Yuqi lowered her head, thought for a moment, and slowly said, "Um... it was in England, a boy from the same school, his name was... his name was Franco. It was a summer evening, we went to see a Premier League match together, the match featured Beckham..."

"Forget all that nonsense, get to the point."

Li Yuqi tossed a strand of her wind-blown hair, looking at the brilliant starry sky above, "After the match, we were both very excited and drenched in sweat. He was driving, and when we passed a motel, he suggested we get a room to shower. I agreed without thinking. After showering, he had already ordered a bottle of red wine, put on some dance music, turned off the lights, and we danced and kissed, and before we knew it, we had sex..."

"Writing a newspaper article? So dry and uninspired! What positions? How he penetrates? How you moan? Give me a live performance, with some action scenes. Have you read the erotic novels from Devil's Island? That's how you should describe it."

Li Yuqi had never suffered such humiliation in her life. She was both ashamed and angry. "I...I really can't say it...Ah! What are you doing?"

"Hehe, giving you a taste of what's happening will make you able to describe it."

Old Tan grabbed her vulva and began to stroke it against his own penis.

Li Yuqi's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, the damned pleasure surging again. That devil was right; in this situation, the memories were indeed vivid.

"...We were rolling around in bed, Cheney was French kissing me, one hand around my back, unhooking my bra. I said I was nervous... Ah, um... Cheney's thing was pressing against my lower abdomen, hard as a rock. I was terrified, I really wanted to escape, but he was pressing down on me tightly... At that moment, my head went blank, I floated into the air... Uh..."

Under the combined effects of hallucination and coercion, she involuntarily began to describe the details. This time, she truly entered the river of memory, forgetting everything she had just tried to fabricate. She didn't even realize that the protagonist had changed from Franco to Cheney. Her gaze gradually became hazy.

Lao Tan didn't care who was having relations with Li Yuqi. As long as he witnessed this arrogant white-collar beauty unconsciously touching her own body, her face shy and charming, telling him top-secret private matters and obscene words that he would never hear under normal circumstances, he was already extremely satisfied. What's more, he was also vigorously fucking her hot, wet vagina at the same time.

At the height of passion, Lao Tan felt her vagina grip his penis tightly, the vaginal walls undulating on their own.

Lao Tan gritted his teeth, enduring the pain with great difficulty, afraid to move even slightly, lest he ejaculate.

This time, the two reached their climax almost simultaneously.

"No!" Li Yuqi cried out loudly, but what could stop the release of her pent-up desire? Hot semen gushed and spurted towards her uterus.

The voice in the earpiece was soft and gentle, "One last request for today, take off your underwear."

Li Yuqi was somewhat used to obeying, her hand naturally reaching under her skirt. Suddenly realizing something, she stopped, her face turning red and then pale, pleading, "Not here, okay?"

"What are you afraid of? Is there someone else on the platform?"

The words hit the nail on the head regarding Li Yuqi's worries. Li Yuqi had expected to meet someone, so she had notified the Yujia Detective Agency to lie in ambush. Unexpectedly, instead of seeing anyone, they witnessed her shameful act. In her moment of passion, she hadn't considered that if she were to take off her underwear in front of strangers, she might as well jump off the roof.

"You can tell those people to leave first. And let me warn you again, if there's any more following or ambushes, all our agreements are null and void."

Li Yuqi, blushing, shouted a few times towards the shadows on the platform. Two figures jumped out from the top of the water tank and ran away quickly.

Even if no one was on the platform, so what? Although the surrounding buildings were far apart, there were bound to be a few windows where people were looking down. Wouldn't Li Yuqi still be committing this shameful act in public, under bright lights and moonlight?

But did she have a choice?

If she had to die, so be it.

Li Yuqi closed her beautiful eyes, quickly pulled down her flesh-colored pantyhose, then took off her white panties, laying them on the cement floor. She was stopped when she tried to put the pantyhose back on. "Don't put them on, leave them with your panties. Pull up your skirt, past your waistline, and slowly turn around."

This was too humiliating.

Li Yuqi slowly pulled up her skirt, revealing her long, beautiful legs little by little, her heart numb as if dead.

Indeed, they were a pair of proud, beautiful legs, white and rounded, with no gap between them when pressed together.

Old Tan's purpose was actually to see the location of her vulva. He had always been curious whether he had obtained a replica or the only genuine article. If it was the real thing, what would become of Li Yuqi's vulva after it fell into his hands?

Li Yuqi turned towards him.

Where her vulva had originally been, now there was only… – a cloud of black mist.

The Demonic Path of the Ghost Machine (9)

Li Yuqi and Lao Tan both took leave that day, which did not arouse much speculation. One was an insignificant person who no one cared about anyway, and the other was about to leave his job. It was understandable that he would do some private work during this period.

Lao Tan was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night. He couldn't calm down for a long time and still couldn't believe that he had successfully played with the beautiful Li Yuqi last night. All of this must be a dream, a spring dream without a trace.

But he clearly held high-end women's pantyhose and white lace triangle panties in his hands, reminding him that it was as real as it could be.

Last night, after confirming that Li Yuqi had gone far away, he disguised himself and sneaked into the roof of Jinhong Building to retrieve these two women's personal items. He could still feel a trace of the woman's body temperature.

Because Li Yuqi had been busy all day and did not have time to go home to change, plus several hours of training, when he put them under his nose and took a big sniff, the strong woman's body smell hit him like the best aphrodisiac, stimulating his penis, which had just ejaculated, to rise again.

Back home, he wrapped his penis in a woman's soft clothes and released himself in a satisfying act, leaving his pristine white underwear stained with filth.

Li Yuqi also suffered from insomnia. She couldn't believe she had endured such a brutal humiliation. In the past, even in bars known for their chaotic and ambiguous atmosphere, she would have poured a bottle of liquor over anyone who dared to utter the slightest disrespect.

A profound sense of defeat and the filthy feeling of compulsive sexual desire were like two venomous snakes, alternately tormenting and devouring this proud girl.

That evening, she received a call from Wang Jia, who said she had checked the number—a newly opened account with no information, and the ambush had yielded nothing, but she wouldn't give up and would continue the investigation.

Li Yuqi wasn't too disappointed, lazily saying she understood and told the two young men from last night to stop following her.

Wang Jia chuckled dryly, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Don't worry, Sister Yuqi, they don't know anything."

The mysterious person's call came at two in the morning, instructing her to go to the Xishi Vocational High School's playground without alerting the gatekeepers, and to climb over the wall to get in.

"Of course, I won't object if you want to wake up the others to watch your performance," the mysterious man chuckled.

Her heart sank.

Sure enough, the training for the day had escalated again.

The mysterious man instructed her through his phone to stand in the center of the playground, strip completely naked, let her hair down, and wear only a Bluetooth earpiece on her ear. She was to stand naked on the starting line and, following his commands, start running.

The mysterious man's requirement was to run 400 meters in one minute. If she didn't reach that goal, she had to run 1,500 meters in three minutes, and if that still didn't work, it would be 3,000 meters, 10,000 meters, and so on.

Watching that beautiful, white body running naked in the wind, Lao Tan, who was hiding in the shadows of the teaching building, was overjoyed.

This sadomasochistic project stemmed from Lao Tan's childhood dream. He lacked athletic ability and physical fitness from a young age, especially long-distance running, which he never even passed. He was always envious of athletes who could run swiftly on the track, particularly the girls in white shorts, showing off their long legs as they flashed past him, fueling his fantasies. Today,

he had this god-given opportunity to both fulfill his dream and torment someone—a perfect double win.

The playground was empty and silent under the night sky, without lights, only the stars and distant lights casting a hazy glow, but this did nothing to ease the pressure on Li Yuqi's heart.

For her, completing 400 meters in one minute was not impossible; in school, her long legs had once achieved a school-best time of 58 seconds. But now, her legs felt like lead, too heavy to move, and she felt as if countless evil eyes were staring at her.

Oh no, time was running out. By the time Li Yuqi realized what was happening and sped up again, time was running out.

A cold voice counted down for her, "One minute and eight seconds."

She had no choice but to suppress her shame and start running again towards the 1500 meters.

This time, she actually did very well, but Lao Tan deliberately made her exceed the time limit. Li Yuqi was furious but dared not protest, so she had no choice but to continue running.

Sweat streamed down her smooth skin, and even her vulva was glistening with sweat in Lao Tan's hand. Heavy breathing came through the phone.

In the darkness, her white shadow was like a naked antelope, agile and nimble, full of allure. Her large breasts bounced up and down with the rhythm of her running, no, they bounced in circles around the base of her breasts, making Lao Tan dizzy and drooling. He unconsciously squeezed her vulva tighter and tighter, until it became wet.

Time passed, but fortunately, no one noticed that this austere campus was filled with springtime.

Li Yuqi was already running 10,000 meters, severely exhausted, and had to endure the mysterious man's defilement of her genitals, making the run exceptionally difficult.

With three laps to go, she could no longer support herself and stumbled to the ground.

"Get up, run! Only one and a half minutes left!"

"I really can't go on," Li Yuqi said, her voice trembling with tears.

A roar came through the earpiece, "You piece of trash who only grows fat on your ass, I'm going to punish you!"

Li Yuqi didn't care about any punishment as long as she wasn't forced to continue running. She obediently rolled over, landing on all fours in a doggy-style position.

Three needle pricks.

Li Yuqi's face paled. "No, please, this is school."

The mysterious man sneered, "Of course not, you'll also have to lift one leg and pee like a dog."

"Oh my god!" Li Yuqi cried out in grief and indignation.

One jade-like leg stretched diagonally towards the night sky.

No matter what she did, she couldn't urinate. She said in anguish, "I really can't." "

You decide for yourself. If you can't pee all night, you'll stay in this position all night. Maybe you actually want the students to come and watch, you exhibitionist!"

After a while, her urethra opened, and yellowish urine dripped out in front of Lao Tan.

Lao Tan held it to his nose, completely ignoring the stench, and licked it with his tongue.

He excitedly gripped her vulva and flung it around, the golden liquid splashing everywhere like broken beads, splattering onto the classroom walls, aisles, and railings.

Li Yuqi was on the verge of collapse. She didn't know how long she could endure this kind of training before going insane; perhaps she would go mad on the third day.

Whether she would be forced to expose herself in public or have even more private matters exposed, she dared not imagine.

The only certainty was that the mysterious man's methods always exceeded her expectations.

On the third day, the instructions arrived early. This time the content was very strange and very simple, and it also included the tasks for the next few days.

For others, this task might be easy, but for Li Yuqi it was extremely painful. In fact, compared to that, she would rather have accepted the previous perverted training.

The task was: "Within four days, actively and successfully seduce Tan Wenguang into bed."

Demon Beast Path of the Ghost Machine (10)

That day, after returning home from school, while feeling an indescribable sense of accomplishment, Old Tan tossed and turned. He was thinking about what kind of trick he could come up with on the third day to torture Li Yuqi. The task had to be fresh and exciting, and it had to embarrass this high-class young lady to the point of being enough to vent his anger.

After rejecting the previous two plans of being trained in public places, Old Tan suddenly had a brilliant idea: to have Li Yuqi seduce the nearly 60-year-old chairman who had always valued her. Let the chairman see the true face of this slut, and he would make her lose face and ruin her reputation in the industry so that she could never get her job back.

Old Tan was feeling smug when he suddenly remembered that Li Yuqi had already resigned. She probably didn't care about work anymore. What if she really hooked up with the chairman? Wouldn't that be letting the old, blind chairman get away with it? No, no, Old Tan shook his head. He couldn't let someone else have it. If anyone was going to seduce someone, it would be him, Tan Wenguang!

Thinking this, Old Tan became excited, or rather, nervous.

"Tan Wenguang, Tan Wenguang, are you crazy? Why are you so openly putting yourself on the chopping block? If you

accidentally give yourself away, that woman is no pushover." He frowned and hesitated again.

Turning to the side, he saw that soft, fleshy mound lying limply on the headboard, moonlight filtering in and softly illuminating her fair skin. "Why are you growing a beard? You look sloppy. I'll give you a makeover tomorrow." He reached out and pulled her vulva onto two fingers, using centrifugal force to rotate it clockwise and counterclockwise.

I was thinking that Li, that stinky bitch, probably couldn't sleep either, and even if she did, I'd still wake her up.

Sure enough, after a short while, the vaginal fluid flowed down her fingers and into her palm.

Old Tan cursed and swore, "Why can't Li Yuqi seduce me, Tan Wenguang?" He angrily slammed his hand on the bed. Holding the vagina in his hand was like holding a sword of Damocles, so he slept soundly while holding the vagina.

Li Yuqi, who had just received her new task, sat there blankly for a long time, her mind a complete blank.

What was the connection between Tan Wenguang and the mysterious man? Why did the mysterious man choose him? Was he trying to humiliate her even more? Tan Wenguang, this old and stupid office bug, was only fit to work and reform at the bottom of the social hierarchy like a worker ant, content with a meager salary, drunk and passed out by the city's sewers. He was hardly worthy of her noble status.

She had only ever been the one being pursued. There were far too many suitors willing to submit to her, either wealthy young men or top elites, summoned and dismissed at will. She had never even blinked. And now, she's being asked to pursue a poor, rotten old man, and to...sleep with him within four days?

It's even more disgusting than a lowly prostitute; just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.

Besides, without a vagina, how can there be any relations? Oral sex? ...Ugh!

What deep-seated hatred does this mysterious person harbor towards me? "Thirty years ago, hatred gave rise to desire." Thirty years ago, I wasn't even born yet, mysterious person, have you got the wrong person?

Compared to the fear brought by the unknown insults from the shadows before, the current fear is like being shone with an extremely glaring light, completely exposing her to an unknown place, with countless eyes peeping from behind the bright light—no, it's clearly a blatant exhibition.

Calm down, stay calm.

For Li Yuqi, the impending arrival of an outsider actually adds a touch of realism to this series of bizarre events. She immediately dialed Wang Jia's number, explained the situation, and then drove to the company.

Old Tan sat at his desk all morning, waiting for Li Yuqi's reaction, his heart pounding with excitement. But it was almost noon, and Li Yuqi's office door remained tightly shut; she hadn't come out since she went in that morning.

"She doesn't need to pee," Old Tan thought. Then he remembered his vulva was in his drawer, so he opened it to check. The vulva lay there dry and unresponsive. "

Hmm, I'll have to urge her," he thought.

No sooner said than done, the phone on his desk rang.

"Hello, Tan Wenguang. Oh, Mr. Tan, do you have time at noon? I'd like to talk to you about something. Let's go to the tea restaurant across from the company."

"Ah, Manager Li, is there some work-related issue? Can't we talk in the office? I'm very busy. Ever since you submitted your resignation, the chairman has been privately instructing me to take over the work, which has put a lot of pressure on me, haha. Sigh, it's good that you young people have innovative ideas, but management is a long-term battle..."

With a "click," Old Tan heard the other end of the phone hang up. He felt incredibly relieved.

Not long after, Li Yuqi appeared in front of Old Tan's desk, leaning forward at a 45-degree angle.

"Mr. Tan, would you do me the honor of having lunch with me?" She wore a very professional smile.

No matter how professional, she was still a great beauty. Everyone in the office stopped what they were doing and looked at Old Tan in surprise. Jin Yan, the gossip queen, gaped wide-eyed for a long time.

The sun must have risen in the west.

Old Tan, seeing this, became even more smug. "Manager Li, I'm sorry, I'm really busy."

Li Yuqi was embarrassed and angry, unsure whether Tan Wenguang was genuinely oblivious or deliberately taking advantage of her disadvantage. She had to maintain a smile, turning awkwardly to look at the group of idle people in the office. She whispered to Old Tan, "Mr. Tan, I have some personal business."

"What? I'm sorry, Manager Li, I didn't hear you. You're too quiet. You're weak, you should see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor." Old Tan looked serious.

"Mr. Tan, having dinner with you is personal business, please do me the honor." Li Yuqi straightened up, raised her voice, her expression and tone clearly distorted.

"Little Li, why didn't you say it was personal earlier! Oh, right, you're here to drive, aren't you?" Old Tan got up, locked the drawer, and walked out of the office. Li Yuqi, left in the office, turned pale and then flushed under everyone's gaze.

To avoid attracting attention, Li Yuqi drove Lao Tan to a coffee shop three blocks away from the company. Her face was frosty, clearly indicating she was only concerned with driving and ignoring everything else.

Seeing Li Yuqi remain silent, Lao Tan secretly glanced at her.

Her profile was truly icy. Her finely trimmed willow-leaf eyebrows were perfectly straight, her deep double eyelids and long eyelashes framed large, bright, dark brown eyes that stared resolutely ahead. Beneath her straight, delicate nose, her tightly pressed lips gleamed with a watery sheen. Her neck and arms were fair, her fingers gripping the steering wheel slender and long, her nails clearly polished with clear nail polish.

The open collar of her shirt revealed a glimpse of her cleavage. Remembering the black fog on the rooftop that day, Lao Tan still found it unbelievable, swallowed hard, and continued looking down.

"What are you looking at! We're here!" Li Yuqi stopped the car, glared at Lao Tan, and gestured for him to get out.

Hmph, what's with the arrogance! "I'll put it all on your tab. You'll be in for a world of trouble when you get back."

At the coffee shop, Li Yuqi remained silent, ordering an expensive set meal for Lao Tan while only getting a coffee for herself. She watched as Tan Wenguang devoured all the food.

Lao Tan, now uneasy, wondered what Li Yuqi was up to, and ate with unusual restraint. He thought to himself, "If only I'd stuck a pen in her genitals before we left, she wouldn't be putting on this act.

" Li Yuqi took a sip of her coffee and finally spoke, "Mr. Tan, I've always felt bad for you."

Tan Wenguang looked at her without replying.

"But that was all about work, not personal prejudice against you."

Lao Tan grunted, adding, "Well, Miss Li is a highly educated and qualified person."

Li Yuqi gazed out the window for a moment, "Mr. Tan, to be honest, I'm facing some trouble right now and would like to ask for your help."

Lao Tan sensed something was off. Was this seduction? What was this bitch Li trying to do? Was she just trying to complain?

Li Yuqi took a piece of paper from her wallet, placed it on the dining table, and pushed it in front of Lao Tan. Lao Tan stared intently and saw it was a check for 50,000 yuan. He was stunned for a moment.

Li Yuqi's plan was to use money to buy Lao Tan's silence. The mysterious person had chosen Lao Tan, so he must be an insider who knew about the internal conflicts of the company. Whether or not she was seducing him, no one saw it or knew. As long as she bribed Tan Wenguang, this task could be easily completed, and she could have more time to sort out the clues and find the mysterious person. Although what would happen next was unknown, she absolutely could not allow herself to be forced to have an affair with this sleazy middle-aged man. Looking at Tan's expression now, she knew that her plan had succeeded halfway. Li Yuqi smiled contemptuously and said coldly.

"Tan Gong, I don't know if anyone will come looking for you in the next few days, or maybe call to inquire. If anyone asks, I'll need your cooperation to show that we have a good relationship. Although this concerns my reputation, I'm in a dangerous situation right now and have no choice but to resort to this tactic."

Old Tan had imagined countless scenarios, but he never expected this—using a check to bribe him. This slut, who had endured his humiliation and always obeyed his every word for days, was now so mercenary and calm, trying to settle things with money.

Damn it, does having money make you superior?

This attitude reminded him of the wealthy bosses he encountered during his childhood family's misfortune.

He was only ten years old then. His mother threw the money from the letter at the man's head, crying, "We, mother and son, would rather starve to death than accept your dirty money obtained through such dishonest means!" She then struck the man , shouting, "Give me back my husband! Give me back my husband!"

He couldn't remember how many times his mother had held him and wept, saying, "Your father was ruined by rich people." It was a pity she passed away before she could

explain the situation. But in Lao Tan's heart, a deep-seated hatred for the rich was planted. Today, a young woman pulled out her filthy money again, how low had she lowered his character! Moreover, what's the point of playing this game with money? Lao Tan was indignant.

Seeing Lao Tan's ever-changing expressions and his long silence, Li Yuqi tentatively asked, "Mr. Tan, after it's done, I'll transfer another 50,000 to your account."

Tan Wenguang abruptly stood up, pulled two crumpled bills from his pocket, and threw them on the table. "I'm sorry, Ms. Li, I don't know what you want to do, and I don't need the money."

Lao Tan clenched his fists and rushed back to the company, grabbing his briefcase and his vulva, not even mentioning his leave request before heading home. Once home, he didn't care about anything else and went straight to the toolbox drawer, dumping all his usual repair tools on the floor. After rummaging around, he finally found a worn-out pair of tweezers. It was

something he'd bought early in his marriage; back when the market didn't offer all-inclusive services—chicken, duck, and fish were slaughtered and cleaned—Lao Tan used to use this thing to pluck the feathers from ducks that had been gutted and gutted in plastic buckets.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!"

His vulva immediately twitched in response to Lao Tan's gesture. Old Tan would deliberately tug at the base of each newly grown pubic hair with tweezers before pulling it out violently. At first, he followed the natural growth pattern of the pubic hair, but later he just pulled it out haphazardly. Still feeling very unsatisfied, he simply threw away the tweezers and used his fingertips to torture himself, pulling several times before finally pulling out a single hair. This was far more painful than plucking a beard, and his snow-white vulva was soon covered with specks of blood.

Demon Beast Path: Ghost Machine (11)

Late at night, a knock on the door.

Old Tan suddenly thought it was the dazzling sunlight rushing in from outside the door. Li Yuqi changed into a black off-the-shoulder evening gown, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white skin. The tight-fitting cut accentuated her graceful curves, and her luscious red lips danced like small flames. Her long, slightly curled, glossy black hair was draped over her shoulders, and she carried a delicate handbag in both hands. Even with a seemingly casual stance, she exuded boundless charm, creating a dazzling scene.

Old Tan had never seen such a passionate and captivating side of this icy beauty before, and he couldn't help but be mesmerized.

"What, aren't you welcoming our guest?" Li Yuqi said with a slight reproach, tilting her head and gently tucking her hair behind her neck, inadvertently revealing the inner side of her slender arms and the back of her neck, releasing a subtle, alluring fragrance.

Old Tan swallowed hard and hurriedly said, "No, no, please come in." Seeing Li Yuqi's beautiful eyes darting around the cramped room, he shyly added, "The room is a bit messy, but I'll clean it up quickly."

He tidied up the mess with lightning speed, but Li Yuqi didn't sit down. Instead, she subtly hooked her slender fingers around Old Tan's hand, her gaze shifting elsewhere, her voice barely audible, "I... I've come to apologize."

The slight contact with her skin was enough to make Old Tan feel exhilarated and incoherent, "I apologize, I apologize."

Li Yuqi covered her mouth and chuckled, "Look at you, talking nonsense. Do you suddenly become speechless when you see a pretty girl?"

Every smile and gesture opened Old Tan's eyes. Back at the company, Li Yuqi was like a cat, impeccably dressed and arrogantly domineering. When he had leverage over her, he only saw her miserable state, and given the distance, it was always like scratching an itch through a boot. Tonight, he truly witnessed Li Yuqi's captivating charm; her aura and allure were utterly mesmerizing.

The thought that Li Yuqi's current state was entirely his doing filled him with a sense of accomplishment, a heat rising from his head to his crotch, unceremoniously.

Li Yuqi, of course, noticed, her face flushing crimson. Her fingertips traced Old Tan's face as she coquettishly said, "Is this how Tan Gong treats his guests? Aren't you ashamed?" Her actions conveyed a lingering, ambiguous atmosphere, igniting a fire in Old Tan's heart. He impulsively grasped Li Yuqi's slender, cool hand.

Li Yuqi seemed startled, her body trembling slightly, and she used the momentum to lean closer to Old Tan. Their faces slowly drew near, and Old Tan could feel the tingling sensation of Li Yuqi's fragrant breath.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still; they could hear each other's heartbeats, like a pure first love under a clear blue sky. At least, that's what Old Tan thought.

Just as Lao Tan was eagerly anticipating that intoxicating kiss, Li Yuqi suddenly turned her head to the side, buried her face in his shoulder, and began to sob. "I can't do it, I really can't."

Lao Tan was stunned, unable to move, bewildered by the sudden change. "Can't do what?"

"Someone coerced me, wanted me to...seduce you. But, I, I'm also a girl with self-respect. How could I do such shameful things like those shameless women?"

She burst out with all her sorrow and humiliation in her sobs, her tears soaking Lao Tan's entire shoulder.

She raised her head, a stray strand of long, disheveled hair clinging to her tear-streaked face, making her appear even more pitiful. "You might not believe it, but deep down, you're a good person, a rare talent in the company. It's just that I have a woman's mentality; I'm afraid you'll overshadow me, afraid of your authority among the employees. I admit... I'm guilty, petty, but even if I made a mistake, it was a minor one, something that can be made up for. It doesn't deserve such cruel punishment for a woman like me..."

Under that mournful gaze, Lao Tan suddenly felt as if he'd been slapped hard across the face. The reasons he once held firm were beginning to waver, and those things he took for granted were slowly crumbling. Yes, looking back, what did those things amount to? Office intrigues happen everywhere, don't they? Why was he so angry, so ruthless in his revenge, so determined to kill this beautiful woman? It was as if, in that instant, his entire being was gripped tightly by an inexplicable darkness, unable to let go, and he was terrified by this dark power.

Li Yuqi continued to recount her ordeal, shamelessly pouring out all the strange and unfortunate events that had befallen her to Lao Tan, her strange listener. These hardships, grievances, and shame were slowly eroding her dignity and self-worth, and now she began to doubt whether she still had the courage to live.

Tears streamed down her face, like fleeting, brilliant shooting stars, endlessly and silently streaking across her smooth cheeks, chilling Lao Tan, the instigator.

These tears, like holy water from heaven, gradually washed away the darkness in Lao Tan's heart, stripping away his mask of hypocrisy, finally revealing the baseness of his own character, bringing him sudden enlightenment. He decided to redeem himself, to redeem Li Yuqi, and to redeem himself.

"Don't say anymore. All of this... I caused it," Lao Tan said weakly, his gaze fixed on the corner of the bed.

Li Yuqi's eyes widened, completely incredulous.

Old Tan smiled bitterly, "Really, this is really hard to explain. I don't understand what happened either, so... that's it. But I will definitely give you an explanation."

"Then... my... is it here?"

Old Tan shook his head, "How could that be? I rented a room on the top floor of the Post and Telecommunications Building opposite Jinhong Building. Nobody knows."

Li Yuqi gritted her teeth and remained silent. Old Tan had already gone all out, and felt much more relaxed. Li Yuqi didn't speak, so he could only keep up with the silence.

The phone in the handbag rang loudly.

After listening to the call, Li Yuqi's face darkened. She took a step back, as if she had suddenly returned to her queenly demeanor in the office, arrogant and distant, and said, "You can come in now."

Old Tan didn't understand what she was talking about. The locked door opened automatically, and several burly men filed in, immediately holding Old Tan hostage in the middle.

Old Tan cried out in terror, "What are you doing?"

Li Yuqi sneered, "What am I doing? Fuck your mother! You've wronged me for so long, how can I not want some reward?"

"I admit my guilt, I've already stopped."

Li Yuqi gritted her teeth, "Do you think I believe that? You think you can just stop after you're done? I don't care if you want to, we'll play slowly, there's still plenty of time, this is just the beginning."

Old Tan's expression darkened, "So, you planned this all along, you were just pretending."

"Hahaha, not bad. I only regret that I only found out today that you, Tan Wenguang, are the mastermind behind this. You are really cunning. No wonder they couldn't find anything in this house no matter how hard they searched. In the end , I had to sacrifice myself to deal with you, you piece of trash. Are you satisfied now? Are you

smug now, you vermin!" Wang Jia brought in a delicate little box. Li Yuqi opened it, and a vulva shaped like a small jade bowl lay intact inside. After many days, she finally saw her lost and afflicted body. Thinking of the humiliation that had been so profound, Li Yuqi couldn't help but shed tears, which then transformed into a deep-seated hatred for the stinking man kneeling in front of her.

She said softly, "Come on, pull down his pants and hold him up so I can see... Damn, so this is what a filthy thing he is."

Her shoe tip teased the limp penis repeatedly, and under the inexplicable stimulation, the penis unknowingly swelled up. Li Yuqi coldly stomped down with her sharp heel, and Lao Tan let out a short scream before his eyes rolled back.

"I'll stomp on it, I'll stomp on it, crush this stinking flesh!" Li Yuqi was still not satisfied and continued to torture the ugly thing to vent her anger. The penis and the skin around it were torn and bleeding, and it was clear that Lao Tan was on the verge of death.

Wang Jia pleaded, "Sister, he'll die if you keep hitting him. There are still some things we haven't asked him clearly."

Li Yuqi coldly replied, "Fine, wake him up first, and get him to explain everything. This isn't over. I swore that if I catch the person who harmed me, I'll kill him."

...

For Tan Wenguang, this night was a living hell. He finally understood what it felt like to be endlessly tortured in someone else's hands.

He was almost dead, and the last bit of consciousness he had was still suffering excruciating pain. He had fainted and come back to life several times, wondering how he had managed to survive.

One leg was broken, his head was swollen beyond recognition, and his internal organs appeared to be injured, constantly oozing blood. There were wounds everywhere, and he had no feeling in his genitals, unsure if they were ruined.

The vicious woman had already left, gone to find that mysterious general store. He was interrogated three times to verify the truth of his confession. Before leaving, he threatened that if there was any falsehood, his life would be in danger.

Even if he survived, it would be meaningless.

Darkness gripped Lao Tan's heart again, tightening its grip.

His eyes, which had been dull, suddenly filled with blood and emitted a strange, eerie light. With strength from who knows where, he crawled towards the refrigerator, opened it, and found an ordinary glass bottle at the bottom. The contents inside were unknown, but had solidified into a pale yellow solid. Holding

the bottle, Lao Tan breathed a sigh of relief and sneered in his heart, "Li bitch, you never dreamed that I would collect all your cum from your orgasms in this bottle. As long as I don't die, I'll crawl to the grocery store, and we'll die together!"

A thunderclap rang out in the air, cutting through the thick dark clouds. The people looked around in panic.

The Ghost Machine of the Demonic Path (12)

Li Yuqi's home.

The faces of the people were all very ugly. They had just searched the alley next to the Mingqing Mansion that Lao Tan had mentioned. The alley did exist, but it ended at an abandoned construction site; there were no grocery stores or vending machines there. Was Lao Tan lying? But judging from the situation at the time, Lao Tan's account was clearly credible.

And when the detective came and went, Lao Tan was gone too. Where could a dying man like him have gone?

Wang Jia looked at Li Yuqi dejectedly, not knowing what to say.

Li Yuqi held her vagina, which she had regained but could not put back into her body, and felt like crying. A sense of defeat welled up in her heart again, as if a voice in the dark was saying, "You can't win, you can't win."

She said fiercely, "I don't believe there aren't any other grocery stores besides the Mingqing Mansion. Search, search the whole city, I'll find them."

"Clang..." A piece of porcelain shattered on the ground, startling everyone. It was the old maid Zhou Ma, who had just entered and was standing to the side, who had accidentally knocked over the plate.

Li Yuqi's mood worsened, and she stomped her foot hard.

Zhou Ma ignored her, staring at Li Yuqi as if possessed, and said in a trembling voice, "You...you're talking about the Mingqing Building?"

"You know?"

"There's a story I don't know, and I don't know whether I should tell you or not."

Wang Jia complained, "Zhou Ma, what time is it, why are you still keeping me in suspense?"

"Alas, actually, I felt something was wrong when Miss invited the Taoist priest that day. If it weren't for the fact that Miss's matter is too strange, I really wouldn't dare to say it, because this matter is related to Master, and it happened thirty years ago..."

Li Yuqi's heart pounded, and that verse immediately floated before her eyes.

Zhou Ma said that thirty years ago, Li Yuqi's grandfather was a project manager at the time, and he was in charge of the construction of a light industrial building on the site of the current Mingqing Building. At first, everything went smoothly, but one morning on the eve of the building's completion, with a loud bang, the entire building collapsed into the ground, and more than thirty construction workers, including the foreman, were buried alive and died tragically in their sleep. The truth, as it was later discovered, was that there was a huge cavity in the basement of the building, and its pressure resistance was insufficient. Someone had warned her grandfather beforehand, but the project was too profitable, and neither he nor the designer conducted a thorough investigation. Relying on experience, they assumed the problem was minor and rushed the project to completion, ultimately leading to the tragedy.

After the incident, her grandfather, knowing the enormity of his crime, tried every means to evade responsibility. He was quite adept at manipulating the situation, and somehow, the conclusion completely obscured the truth, shifting all the blame onto the innocent migrant workers who died. He accused them of not following the project requirements, while he and the project designer only received a minor penalty of license revocation and a fine. The poor, unjustly killed migrant workers not only received symbolic compensation but also had to bear such a huge injustice.

Zhou Ma stared at Wang Jia, "Do you know, your father was the designer back then?"

"Nonsense, I don't believe it," Wang Jia forced a smile, but the color drained from his face.

Aunt Zhou continued, saying that after escaping the great calamity, Old Master Li started a new business and eventually made a comeback. However, he was always haunted by the events of that year, unable to eat or sleep, and dreamt of blood-soaked ghosts demanding his life. So he spent a fortune to buy back that land and built a Ming-Qing mansion. He hired a highly skilled sorcerer to set up numerous blood arrays in the mansion and the underground cave to suppress the spirits of the dead, and only then did peace return. Later, he secretly helped families in poverty on several occasions, but the wife of the former contractor was the most principled and refused to accept charity. However, Old Master Li did not live long; he died in a car accident, his death quite gruesome. The family business truly prospered under Li Yuqi's father, but that's another story.

At the time of the incident, Li Yuqi's father was studying abroad, and Li Yuqi was not yet born. Her family was tight-lipped about the matter, so Li Yuqi naturally didn't know much about it. "If that's the case, did those vengeful ghosts come out thirty years later?"

Zhou Ma sighed. "I only heard rumors, I don't know the whole story, but judging from the ruins you mentioned, it's possible that they disturbed the earth, breaking the underground formation and losing its control."

"You mean, that general store was actually a manifestation of a vengeful spirit, existing only to take revenge on me?"

"Perhaps. If there really are souls in this world, they won't rest after suffering such great torment."

Li Yuqi remained silent, then a thought struck her, and she realized something was amiss. "Even if that grocery store was haunted by a vengeful ghost, why couldn't we find it, but that man surnamed Tan could?"

Zhou Ma looked at Li Yuqi's pale face, her eyes filled with pity. "I only remember that the contractor's surname was Tan."

"Ah!" Li Yuqi swayed as if struck by a heavy blow.

If that was truly the case, then it was all a trap, a poisonous scheme set up thirty years ago, orchestrated by her grandfather whom she had never met, and now the retribution had fallen upon the innocent her. Good heavens, was there any justice in this world?

Hatred arose from resentment! Was it Old Tan? No wonder he hated me so much; it turned out there was such a terrible grudge lurking within him. Their mutual destruction was nothing more than two pitiful pawns manipulated by fate.

If she had known this outcome, what would Old Tan have done? What would she have done? Was there something she had done, or overlooked?

Silence, a deathly silence.

Everyone looked at Li Yuqi with pity, as if she were a dead person. This atmosphere was driving her crazy.

She wanted to scream, and she actually screamed, "Aaaaaah~" The shrill sound shook the house and lingered for a long time, initially driven by extreme resentment, but later by extreme pain.

Because at that moment, something even more terrifying happened: the familiar, excruciating pain around her anus returned, as if someone was sawing her flesh piece by piece with a small saw.

Li Yuqi's body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, "No!!..." Before Li Yuqi screamed in agony until she completely broke down, her anus, covered by thin underwear, vanished, leaving only a dark shadow...

...

One year later, everything at Jinda Group had changed.

Seated in the spacious and bright HR manager's office was now the radiant Tan Wenguang. His status was different; even his demeanor and appearance had changed. His former timidity and sleazy nature were completely gone. He arrogantly crossed his legs, rambling on the phone, spitting as he spoke. There

was a light knock on the door, and just as Old Tan was about to unleash a torrent of abuse, the door was flung open. A beautiful woman burst in like a ball of fury, with Secretary Jin following nervously behind.

Old Tan recognized the newcomer and a bright smile spread across his face. "Long time no see, Miss Wang. Time really flies. It's been almost a year since you went abroad. ...Secretary Jin, this is none of your business. You can leave now."

Wang Jia sneered, "You, Tan, are utterly shameless! You've taken over Sister Yuqi's position and now you want her too! I'm here to get her. Hand her over!"

Old Tan remained unmoved. "I don't blame you for speaking without thinking, but your Sister Yuqi followed me willingly. If you don't believe me, ask her directly."

Wang Jia's eyes reddened instantly, tears welling up. "Others may not know, but I know exactly what...what despicable methods you used!"

"What tricks did you use? Sit down and tell me slowly," Old Tan opened a drawer, picked up a pink grape-like bead, and said, "Here, have something to drink first."

He squeezed the bead hard, and the small round bead flattened. Even more unbelievably, milky white juice splattered from its tip, flowing continuously and powerfully to the bottom of the coffee cup, quickly filling it halfway. He squeezed it again, and the juice flow stopped, as if it were magic.

Old Tan pushed the cup of beverage, still faintly fragrant and steaming, in front of Wang Jia. "Please, this is pure, fresh human milk. You probably haven't tasted it in twenty years."

Wang Jia stared at the slightly swaying milk, then looked at Old Tan with a malicious smile, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. He screamed in terror, just as suddenly as he had arrived, and ran out, covering his face in a daze.

"Are you alright, Mr. Tan?" Jin Yan came in and only saw Wang Jia's back.

Old Tan waved his hand, "It's nothing, the young lady's just being horny." Gazing at Jin Yan's alluring figure, his expression shifted to one of lustful lechery. He beckoned her over, unabashedly slipping a hand under her short skirt, groping between her full thighs. "Let me feel what color panties you're wearing today."

Jin Yan giggled, her eyes filled with seductive allure. "Boss, if you can tell the color, I'll do anything you want this week?"

"Wrong, I should say anything you want. Haha..."

After a few moments of teasing, he dismissed Jin Yan, then downed the cup of milk in one gulp. A strange, dry laugh returned to his face as he dialed a phone.

"Qinu, the milk is a bit bland today. Did you get so horny that you spilled all the water? Damn it, if I don't like it, I'll come back and deal with you. ... Did you finish your tasks for today? Remember to wash up after you're done. The general manager and Liu Jinsheng are coming over tonight. I've been thinking, and you're the only thing I can offer. We're not usually that stingy, right? Don't leave any stench, or people will say I'm unhygienic. ... And another thing, that little slut Wang Jia is back from abroad. She's gotten even more beautiful. I like her. You think of a way to keep her here so I can have some fun with her. Got it?"

A deep, submissive voice came from afar, through a telephone line. "Got it."

Li Yuqi sighed silently and hung up the receiver. She remained as beautiful as ever, or rather, even more stunning, for she had lost her girlish figure, appearing voluptuous and radiant, her hips larger, her breasts unusually full, adding a touch of mature womanly charm compared to a year ago.

Her attire was even more breathtaking. Aside from a tight-fitting netting outfit made entirely of black ropes from neck to toe, she was almost completely naked. The netting was tight, the mesh large, constricting her body and emphasizing her dazzlingly white skin and private parts in an exaggerated way.

Her flowing hair was loosely tied in a knot, falling to one side, while an ugly dog collar adorned her long neck, but without a leash. This allowed her to move freely around the house. According to her owner, Lao Tan's, once she was on a leash, she was a dog, only able to crawl. However, she had grown accustomed to crawling; when her owner wasn't home, she sometimes instinctively crawled, finding it even more comfortable and natural.

Her breasts were swollen and full. She had just released some milk from her right breast, and her left breast was even more painful. The day was long, and she didn't know when her master would return to relax. Li Yuqi wanted to explain to him that the milk tasted faint because she was producing more milk; he would surely be pleased, as he needed milk to wash his face, his penis, and his feet—it was never enough. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but tighten the red string tied to her nipple—or rather, only her left nipple. On her right breast, where the nipple should have been, there was only a small dark patch.

Her slender waist had disappeared; only her high, rounded belly foreshadowed the imminent birth of a new life. Li Yuqi's first thought was that her milk supply would likely be even more insufficient. Would her master show her extra mercy towards her unborn child?

Li Yuqi, her round buttocks raised, crawled laboriously on the smooth floor, twisting and turning. When the phone rang, she was in the gym doing her daily routine—a routine that was both enjoyable and arduous. She had to use various methods to stimulate her vulva until she reached orgasm, then carefully collect the gushing vaginal fluid into a glass bottle, handing it to her master once it reached the designated mark. Her master could often use it to exchange for parts of his body. As a reward, he would sometimes be kind enough to put her vulva and anus back in—a complete body was truly wonderful. Conversely, if she disobeyed, he had said he would buy her head and use it as a football. Her master never joked.

She remembered how her wise master had used this very tactic to turn the tables and completely crush her then-proud and foolish self.

Looking back, she sighed deeply. How arrogant and cold she had been to her master, almost costing him his life. After returning to his control, she repeatedly harbored rebellious thoughts, trying every possible way to escape. Fortunately, her wise master always pulled her back like a kite, each punishment more severe than the last. Pain was inevitable and deserved, until she sincerely repented, obeyed her master, and willingly became his slave. Only then did she find true redemption.

Perhaps, from the moment that building collapsed thirty years ago, her fate was sealed. How can mortals escape the cycle of destiny? She finally understood this.

Her master must have thought so too.

She lifted her vulva, which stood alone, and pulled out the wet, vibrating dildo.

Her vulva was completely hairless, the dark labia majora and minora clearly defined, as clean as a baby's. This was her master's request. He said the hair looked dirty, and sometimes he even liked to clean her vulva himself, which moved her deeply. The only slightly sad thing was that in the past, her vulva was like a thin slit, the vaginal opening so tight that only a pen refill could be inserted. Now, she was almost constantly in a state of engorgement from orgasm, and her vulva was much fuller, the labia parted, and the color had changed from bright red to dark brown, as if she had been having sex too frequently.

How nostalgic her girlhood was back then.

Back in the living room, there was a jade plate on the table, covered with red silk. Lifting it, a small and delicate anus was placed neatly in the center. She placed the cleaned vulva side by side, brought it close to her nose, and smelled it. There was no odor, only a faint body fragrance.

Thinking of the VIP who would be coming to enjoy her that evening, she felt a little excited, so excited that her lower body itched. She suddenly became alert. No, her master had said that there could be absolutely no foul smell. She couldn't let herself become aroused and ruin her master's important plans. She had always been the most obedient to her master. So she frowned, revealing a cute annoyance, and carefully sprayed some perfume on the two items.

Has Wang Jia come back? That little hussy is not loyal enough. Afraid that this kind of thing would happen to her, she ran away to America as soon as she let go. She can run away for a while but not forever. The master said that he would get her and, like me, hold up her vulva, anus, and big breasts (oh, hers seems to be small breasts) and kneel in front of the master to present them to him.

So exciting.

When Li Yuqi thought of her triumph, her white buttocks couldn't help but sway. Through the unshielded rope mesh, in what was originally the most private place for women, like the nipple on the right, only two small clumps of eerie black mist could be seen. And without realizing it, the flesh crevices of the jade plate that had just dried were wet again.

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The underground vault of the Citibank China branch is twenty meters underground. Under the bright xenon lights all year round, the steel private locker racks lined up opposite each other are shiny and magnificent.

Locker number X2046 was located in a remote corner.

Since that person first opened it, they hadn't come back for a very long time.

Aside from that middle-aged man, no one would know that this tightly sealed, dark, and cramped space contained a complete heart.

A healthy, powerful heart belonging to a young woman, still thumping.

This heart, like its owner, had been imprisoned for years in a small, endless darkness, unable to see the light of day, unable to see the future.

This heart also controlled its owner, even though she was completely obedient to her supreme master and would never rebel again. But as a symbol of his domain, the supreme master still used this method to signify his possession and power.

Perhaps, forever. As the supreme master said, there's still a long time to go; this is just the beginning…

The End~~

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