Virgin Ling Ruonan

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Autumn arrived once again, and a light, melancholic autumn rain began to fall in City A. The plane trees lining the streets danced in the autumn wind, their leaves falling with the passing of time.

One evening, Du Juan suddenly knocked on my office door.

I made her sit down, closed the door, and sat beside her, asking, "What do you want?"

"I saw someone selling powder," she said, her voice slightly panicked.

"What?"

"I just passed by the dance floor outside and saw someone selling powder in a corner. It wasn't one of our staff; it was someone from outside."

"Damn it, sit here for a bit, I'll be right back." I called Da Hu and Er Hu, who were waiting outside, and we went into the dance floor together.

I'm a quiet person, so whenever I pass by such a noisy place, I always frown a few times. The people in the dance floor remained as unrestrained as ever. I usually just wondered, is this the only way to express one's true feelings?

I brushed aside the guys who had turned to me. They probably wanted to get angry, but seeing our outfits, they all fell silent. In a corner of the dance floor, I spotted two men shaking their heads and slipping something into each other's hands.

"Bastards—" I walked straight towards them, yelling at Big Tiger and Little Tiger behind me, "Tomorrow, ask your men how they're managing this place."

The two men had probably finished their business and were about to turn away when a handcuff locked one of them. The handcuffed man grabbed the other man with his other hand.

"Damn it—" I glanced at the handcuffed man and realized I was incredibly unlucky to run into something like this. The policewoman was Ling Ruonan.

The man Ling Ruonan had grabbed with her bare hands clearly didn't know his place. He swung his other fist at Ling Ruonan's head, but pulled it back before it reached her, clutching his groin and screaming in pain. The policewoman's shoes had sharp, hard points; I wondered if his little brother would be crippled.

“Officer Ling, you’ve come at the perfect time. My man told me he found someone selling drugs here, and I was just about to verify it before reporting it to the police. What a coincidence!” Ling Ruonan saw me, and I immediately put on a smile, telling the truth without meaning it.

“Mind keeping an eye on these two for me? I have something to discuss with you privately.” Surprisingly, Ling Ruonan didn’t sarcastically reply.

“No problem. Da Hu, Er Hu, these two are yours to keep an eye on. Officer Ling, this way please.”

I led Ling Ruonan into my office.

“How is it—President Bai?” Du Juan saw me return and immediately stood up to greet me. Seeing Ling Ruonan behind me, she carefully added a title.

“I’ll talk to you later. You can go out for a bit; I have something to discuss with her.” I closed the door and walked to Ling Ruonan’s side. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Do you know how serious this is?” Ling Ruonan didn’t answer me directly, but asked me with a grave expression.

"What's going on? You mean selling heroin? What does that have to do with me?"

"Bai Lu, I can tell you the truth. We're currently cracking a major drug trafficking case. Heroin has been sold at your nightclub, and we have strong reason to suspect you're a member of the drug trafficking ring. Someone reported you for drug dealing here a while ago. I came out secretly this time, and the bureau is about to send people to monitor you and Dong Cheng."

What is this all about? Ling Ruonan is actually talking to me like this. She's not going to help me, is she? This world is getting stranger and stranger.

But whether she meant well or not, these words really annoyed me: "Where the transaction takes place, if the owner of that place is a suspect, then if these guys go to the wilderness to trade, are you going to arrest the owner of that land too? You guys really know how to handle cases." "

Bai Lu, I don't have time to argue with you right now. You should know that once you're in this line of work, you're definitely a key target we're monitoring. Don't tell me you don't know the difference between you and the others." Ling Ruonan wasn't angry at all. The way she looked at her expression made me think it was caused by some kind of emotion—anxiety!?

“Ling Ruonan, I’m telling you again, I’m running a legitimate business. Don’t make false accusations, or even if you’re a cop, even if your father is powerful, I’ll make you regret it.” For some reason, every time I face this woman, a surge of anger burns within me, making me lose my mind.

“Legitimate business? Does legitimate business require violence? Would a legitimate business be chased in the middle of the night?

Bai Lu, don’t think I don’t know what you’ve done.”

“So what if I know? Do you have any evidence? Don’t fucking try to play this game with me, I don’t care.” My heart grew colder and colder. I never imagined this woman knew so much about me.

“You—you bastard—” Ling Ruonan suddenly slapped me across the face. “I really misjudged you. With your character, you deserve to be cuckolded, you deserve to go to jail. Why don’t you serve another ten years? Ah—what are you doing—bastard—let go—”

I believe few men can tolerate being insulted like this, and I’m no exception. This is the second time she’s hit me. The difference is, this time I’m not handcuffed, and this room is my territory.

I shoved her onto the sofa and pinned her down, wrestling with her. Perhaps she had some martial arts training, but in close combat, a woman is never a match for a man, and I quickly subdued her.

"You have two choices: apologize to me, or let me pay you back for all the punches you owe me."

I stared intently at her, unsure which option was better. This silly girl—thankfully she told me she came secretly, otherwise I'd have a hard time escaping responsibility if something happened. Now, as long as I dispose of the body well, no one would suspect me even if I killed her.

"Apologize to you? You're dreaming, you bastard! Let me go!" She struggled violently beneath me, her strength considerable, but to no avail.

"Then I'll just have to pay you back for the punches you owe me. I hope you can hold on. I remember I even provided background music for you." When I fight, I don't distinguish between men and women. What era is this? Everyone is equal.

"If you dare touch me, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life, you bastard, you turtle."

*Slap—slap—* I was finally enraged by her latest insult, and slapped her twice across the face. Her cheeks immediately turned bright red. "You bitch, calling me a turtle? Fine, let's see how this turtle plays with you—"

I started tearing off her clothes. She struggled desperately, but she couldn't withstand my slaps

. After six slaps, she was left with only her two most intimate pieces of clothing. I was getting closer and closer to her bottom line, and her resistance was beginning to disappear. Two clear tears rolled down her cheeks. "Bai Lu, you'll regret this," she kept repeating.

A woman with a cold exterior naturally wears a cold exterior in her underwear—black. "Everyone has regrets. I'd like to see who regrets first, you or me?" I roughly ripped her bra in half, revealing her round, firm breasts, like two tender bamboo shoots growing on a snow-white field. The nipples were rosy red, but all I wanted to do was bite them off and swallow them whole.

I pressed my hand against her, grasping her soft, warm skin. Her breasts were not only perfectly shaped, but also incredibly elastic.

"Bai Lu, you'll regret this."

I had no time or patience to savor the softness of her breasts, and I pulled her black panties down to her ankles.

"Bai Lu, you'll regret this."

It took a lot of effort to spread her legs. I squeezed my body between her legs, making it impossible for her to close them again. Her legs were long and beautifully shaped. I knelt between her legs and began to unbuckle my belt.

"Bai Lu, you'll regret this."

Damn it, many things really do happen suddenly, even good things feel like disasters. I hadn't even carefully planned how to get her into my grasp, and she just offered herself up, making my rape less than enjoyable.

But no matter what, this could be considered a hard-won stroke of good fortune. Maybe I really will regret this, but definitely not now. I'll only regret it if I let her go now.

Between her thighs was a touch of fresh, tender red, her labia incredibly white and tender, with a few pubic hairs evenly distributed on both sides. Because her thighs were spread at a large angle, her labia minora were also slightly parted, like two soft, alluring flower petals.

A woman who isn't wanton might find it difficult to become aroused in this situation, so I abandoned my plan to tease her and focused on satisfying my own penis first.

My penis was already swollen and erect, the glans slightly purplish; it had been waiting to release this pent-up desire for a long time. I aimed it at Ling Ruonan's vaginal opening: "Officer Ling, let me give you a piece of advice: don't underestimate people with green eyes, because even the most cowardly among them can easily rape you—" With that, I thrust forward, my penis entering that narrow passage.

"You'll regret this—ooh—" Ling Ruonan bit her lower lip tightly, managing not to scream, only a trickle of blood seeping from between her teeth, like an accusation.

I remember a bird once told me: the world cannot tolerate a perfect human being, hence destruction; the world cannot tolerate a noble vagina, hence rape. Now I finally understand what a noble vagina is—like Ling Ruonan's beneath me.

The first sensation was tightness; the soft flesh inside displayed unexpected tenacity, gripping my invading penis tightly, preventing it from advancing even an inch. Then came the pleasure. Anyone's penis would feel incredibly good being gripped like that. Even with both hands during masturbation, I probably couldn't apply that much pressure to my penis.

Something blocked my path; I knew it was Ling Ruonan's hymen. "Say goodbye to your virginity—" I suddenly exerted force, my penis shattering her hymen and swallowing her words, "You'll regret this," into her stomach.

"Ah—" she finally cried out, tears streaming down her face. My office was very soundproof; I wasn't afraid of her screaming. If she didn't scream, I'd find it boring.

"You can scream all you want, like when I sang when you hit me last time. I'll take it all as entertainment." I pulled my penis out a large section, leaving only the glans inside.

She was bleeding quite a bit; the exposed part of her penis was already half-stained red, and her tender labia minora, pulled open, were also covered in blood. Then, more virgin blood flowed from the gap between her penis and vaginal opening, dripping onto the leather sofa beneath her.

"You really have a lot of blood, Officer Ling—" I began thrusting, gradually increasing the speed, occasionally teasing her with a joke or two. Her tears never stopped, and she would only reply after I spoke, "You'll regret this." I

don't know if it was because of the blood or the increasing amount of vaginal fluid, but her vagina was no longer as dry as it had been at the beginning, and my penis moved in and out more and more smoothly. I lay on top of her, thrusting my hips forcefully, and between our lower abdomens, I could hear a "gurgling" sound.

"Haha, I thought Officer Ling was really uninterested, but it turns out she can get horny too, and secretly cooperate with me. I never would have guessed." My movements became faster and more intense. This woman's vagina was incredibly pleasurable; the soft flesh inside was constantly writhing. As I thrust, she was even massaging my penis. I was on the verge of ejaculation.

"After you... ugh..." Before she could finish her sentence, her body began to tremble violently. Her hands wrapped tightly around my neck, her head tilted back, and her breathing stopped.

I knew she had orgasmed, and so did I. With a tightening of her arms, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my penis plunged deep into her vagina, ejaculating in a torrent.

Her hands fell limply to her sides, her legs were still trembling slightly, and her breathing was uneven. I was done. Taking advantage of the moment, I quickly dressed. Then I sat down next to her, pondering whether to kill her immediately to silence her or keep her locked up for a few more days. Such a pleasurable woman—killing her right away felt almost too much to ask.

"Do you want to kill me, or do you want to lock me up?" I was weighing the pros and cons of these two options when Ling Ruonan, lying on the sofa, spoke.

She had guessed my thoughts, and I suddenly shuddered, then looked at her coldly: "Officer Ling, how about you give me your advice?"

She slowly sat up, picked up her shirt and put it on, then her pants, her tone returning to the solemnity she had when she arrived: "I think you'd better let me go."

I looked closely at her face and was surprised to find that she seemed to harbor no hatred towards me at all; the coldness and anger from before were gone from her eyes. I was confused again: "Can you give me a reason?"

"Only I can clear your name of drug trafficking, and only I can help you get revenge for that cuckoldry you're so bothered by."

"Heh, you're really stupid. I didn't traffic drugs at all. What do I need to clear my name of suspicion? I've already gotten my revenge myself. I cut off that bastard's penis and stuffed it into his mouth. What do I need you for?"

“Bai Lu, you’ve really changed. Look at yourself now! I never imagined you’d become like this after three years. Don’t you realize how serious this is? Someone’s trying to get rid of Dong Cheng, so they’re deliberately framing you. As for your grudge, have you really let it go completely?”

“Changed? Hahaha, damn it! Who doesn’t change in life? Try spending three years in jail, try being beaten until you’re covered in bruises, try lying in bed and feeling pain, try having someone penetrate your ass for two years—” I roared hysterically at her, as if all that pain had truly descended upon me once more.

She suddenly fell silent, and after a long while, she whispered, “Is this why you chose this kind of life?”

I didn’t bother to wonder about the myriad changes in her voice, and just smiled and told her, “Life is just a game. Choosing a role doesn’t necessarily require so many reasons. Perhaps a simple impulse is enough.”

“Then do whatever you want with me. I can’t beat you, and I don’t have the strength to run away.” She stared at me blankly for a long time before sitting back down on the sofa and looking at me.

All I saw was a pool of red blood beside her. Gradually, the blood spread in my eyes until it completely filled them. The world, it turned out, had always been a blood-red expanse…

[The End]

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