Forced to gamble with their bodies

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Friday, nearly 7 PM.

"Yes, Xiao Xie, the poster proof has been shown to the boss, and he said it's okay. But
don't forget the spot varnishing part. If it's the same as last time, we'll have to pay a penalty... Okay, okay, I know
you weren't in charge of the last one. I was just reminding you. That's all."

Xiao Lan hung up the phone, casually moved the mouse to switch the screen saver back to the home screen,
leaned back in her chair, and let out a long sigh: "Finally done..."

"Hi, all done?" Her colleague Xiao Deng's face appeared on the left side of her cubicle. Although he
tried to relaxed, there was still a hint of tension in his eyes. "Yeah, finally. What's up?" "It's your
birthday tonight. You must have plans, right? If not, how about we go out for dinner together?"

Xiao Lan smiled, but for a moment, her eyes revealed a hint of fatigue. Xiao Deng was
four or five years younger than her. Although he had been working for a while, he still had the air of a big boy. She was immediately smitten after working on a case with
him , so it seemed he had mustered up his courage this time.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that the young man had found out the wrong information; her birthday was actually
a few days . She really had nothing to do tonight, and thought she might as well agree to his request. Watching this young man's nervous yet expectant
expression was quite amusing. She had almost forgotten
what .

Actually, she did somewhat like Xiao Deng; he was so harmless, and being around him was relaxing. Having
someone to talk to would be nice too. Suddenly, she impulsively said, "Okay…" However,
at that moment phone rang.

Xiao Lan glanced at the text message she had just opened, then turned to Xiao Deng and said, "I'm so sorry,
I can't make it tonight. I have to go right now."

Xiao Deng's eyes immediately dimmed, and he cautiously asked, "Boyfriend?"

Xiao Lan didn't answer. Xiao Deng then carefully took out a small, exquisitely wrapped bag.
"Well, this is for now..."

Xiao Lan stopped him from handing over the bag. She stared into his eyes, the
gentle, apologetic look from before completely gone, replaced by cold indifference: "Keep it. I won't accept it."

"You'll learn eventually. Everyone has things they don't want others to know. If you don't
ask too many questions now, you won't regret it later for things you'd rather not know."

She didn't look at the stunned man again, haphazardly stuffed her personal belongings into her bag, disconnected
the computer, grabbed her coat, and left without looking back.

In her small apartment, Xiao Lan had just finished showering and dried herself. Completely naked, her shoulder-length hair
was loosely clipped back with a large clip. She took out a Bluetooth headset and put it on her right ear. On the dressing table sat an
NB (Internet Protocol Camera), connected to a webcam, its power light flashing. She carefully turned her body in front of the camera,
making final adjustments to her appearance.

Xiao Lan would be thirty in two days, yet her skin was remarkably firm, showing no
signs of aging typical of someone over twenty-five. Compared to a young girl, she possessed a more mature, voluptuous beauty. At 173 centimeters, she was quite tall for
a woman , and with her long arms and legs and slender waist, she appeared exceptionally tall and elegant. Her
breasts weren't particularly large, but they were a beautiful peach shape, firm and shapely, with rounded, light brown nipples and areolas
. Because her skin was very fair, the two points on her chest appeared slightly darker.

She placed her left leg on the dressing table, positioning her genitals towards the camera. Before leaving the bathroom, she
had carefully shaved her pubic hair along her bikini line, leaving only a finger's
width of pubic hair on either side of her labia majora.

She carefully spread her labia majora with her fingers; unlike her nipples, the pink labia majora and
minora had a moist sheen, while the clitoris, the size of a grain of rice, had a pearly luster. The mostly smooth, hairless mons pubis,
the sparse, fine, black pubic hair, and the pinkish tissue resembled a young girl's vulva, creating a lewd atmosphere due to
the contrast .

However, Xiao Lan continued to present her body to the camera without emotion, including
bending over to allow the other person to examine her anus. This wasn't the first time she'd done this; as long as the other person didn't
object, she continued along the procedure until she had the camera scanned her body once, at which point
the other person spoke

, "You've cleaned and groomed very carefully; there's nothing I need to remind you of."
The female voice was deep and magnetic, somewhat languid, and with a hint of friendly approval.

Xiao Lan gave a wry smile and said, "Yes, you and I know 'he' is very particular about these details."

The other person said, "Yeah, I'm just reminding you. After all, if 'he' isn't satisfied, neither
of us will have a good time."

"Will you come tonight?" "No, 'he' only said he wants you today. Maybe there will be some surprises..." There was a hint of sourness

in the other person's tone . "I don't care. Just give me the number." There was a large black leather box on the bed. Xiao Lan pressed her left thumb on the scanning point of the box and entered her four-digit password and the four-digit password the other person had given her. The box opened. The things she needed for tonight were carefully packed and embedded in three layers of grooves inside the box. Without needing the other person's instructions, Xiao Lan opened the packages one by one according to the numbers marked on them. The first layer contained the clothes and accessories she should wear tonight. She took this layer out and set it aside. The second layer contained various liquids. She evenly applied the No. 1 lotion, starting from her wrists, to all areas of her body except her face, hands, feet, breasts, and genitals. These colorless liquids were very thick. When she applied them all over her body, she could feel the lotion seeping into her skin in the areas she had first applied, giving her a warm and slightly numbing sensation. But she knew that the sensation would change as the medicine took effect. Next, she sprayed the perfume from the second spray bottle on her ears, armpits, and groin. Then, she used a cotton swab to evenly apply the third, dark purple ointment to her nipples and labia. This step always made her feel uncomfortable; before the medicine truly took effect, this potent ointment would cause a burning, stinging . The second layer consisted of two semi-transparent capsules, one red and one yellow. She carefully inserted the red one deep into her vagina and slowly inserted the yellow one into her anus, completing this step.

Then, she took a deep breath, slowly contracting her lower abdomen. Feeling the two capsules burst inside her,
the liquid spreading throughout her body, she opened the third layer.

The third layer contained a delicate, elongated oval vibrator and two electrode-equipped breast pads. She felt the medication she had
just broken deep inside her vagina had involuntarily increased her secretions, so the vibrator
was easily inserted deep into her body until its tip touched her clitoris.

Just as "he" always demanded precision, the vibrator's size perfectly matched her vulva,
with only a thin wire about five centimeters long protruding from her labia, waiting to receive signals. The breast pads were easily
installed. She performed these actions step by step in front of the camera, seemingly to confirm that she
hadn't missed anything.

Then she began to put on the first layer of clothing and jewelry: black high-waisted lace panties and a half-cup
lace bra, along with high-top embroidered stockings—a matching set. Next, she put on a gold necklace, bracelet, and
a thin gold anklet on her left ankle. Over this, she wore a white silk shirt, a dove-gray coat, and a slit skirt.

"Okay, you can go out after you're done with your makeup. I'm logging off now; the car will be waiting downstairs."

After shutting down the computer, Xiao Lan loosened the large hair clip and sat in front of the vanity mirror to apply her makeup. She
couldn't help but think that perhaps this was a playful joke by "him." Every part of her body was at "his"
control; only her neck and above were her own. Perhaps this was a hint that "he" wanted to see if Xiao Lan
's own thoughts would ultimately accept "his" arrangements?

Time was actually short, so Xiao Lan stopped thinking about it. Her features were exquisite; her long, clear eyes,
delicate eyebrows, and thin lips made her seem like a beauty straight out of a classical painting. Therefore, she usually wears thin-rimmed glasses to work
to add a touch of modernity and professionalism. Now, however, she's wearing contact lenses and has applied
light makeup.

Unlike the gold jewelry she's wearing, she seems a bit defiant, choosing pearl earrings and a hair tie,
and then leaving in high heels. Tonight, she's going to a place that doesn't require money, identification, or a phone...

On her way from her room to downstairs, she can feel the medicine she just applied
taking effect. Her skin is warm, and fine beads of sweat are starting to appear. The burning sensation in her nipples and labia has
subsided, replaced by a feeling of heat, swelling, and itching. Her vagina and anus involuntarily
tighten . She tries to close her vulva, but she can still feel vaginal fluid seeping from her crotch.

She took a breath; the cool air eased the heat and made her feel less weak. She
stepped out the door, where a large truck was waiting for her. She opened the back door and got in
. The door closed and locked as well. There was a partition between the front and back seats, so she couldn't see the driver, but at that moment, she felt
nothing mattered…

The driver in the front seat was watching the beautiful woman in the back through a hidden camera. He took a controller from the glove compartment
, turned it to the highest intensity, and pressed it. The vibrator inside Xiao Lan immediately began to vibrate, and the delicate
nipple covers emitted a weak electric current.

The beautiful woman in the back seat instantly curled up like a shrimp, her eyes rolling back uncontrollably, emitting
a scream that sounded both painful and wanton. The driver ignored her, turned off the microphone, and
drove …

The vibrator wasn't an ordinary sex toy. Once activated, twenty delicate protrusions extended from inside,
pressing against various parts of the vagina, and the ends emitted short electric currents in addition to vibration. When the current was weak,
even holding it in one's hand felt pleasantly numb and itchy. However, with Xiao Lan's lower body already
doubly sensitive due to the drug, the powerful current set by the driver felt like an electric shock used during interrogation,
causing excruciating pain.

Xiao Lan curled up, clenching her teeth tightly, but this was utterly useless in suppressing the waves of
impact . The current seemed to travel up her spine, assaulting
every nerve from the crown of her head to her tailbone. At the peak of her gradually blurring consciousness, Xiao Lan felt herself oscillating between extreme pain and
pleasure of her senses.

Her eyes rolled unconsciously, and as she panted, a trickle of saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth, sliding down her
chin and dripping onto the leather chair. By this time, her vaginal fluids had uncontrollably accumulated into a small puddle, soaking
her skirt and stockings. Just as her vaginal walls trembled and contracted, about to reach climax,
the vibrator inside her seemed to come alive and suddenly stopped.

In that instant, she felt an extreme emptiness, as if her soul had been emptied. She
squeezed and pressed her vulva forcefully with her right. At this moment, her thin thong panties
had already been pulled into a bundle and were buried in her labia. However, she did not insert her fingers into her vagina to explore. Instead, she forcefully
dug her nails into her perineum. The sharp pain brought her
back to .

In that instant, Xiao Lan felt both ashamed and angry, and she couldn't help but sob. However, the
intense emotional turmoil seemed to subside with the flow of tears. After a while, she got up and used a handkerchief to
wipe away the mess on her lower body as much as possible. Then, she used a wet wipe from the passenger seat to carefully remove her ruined
makeup.

Although she knew perfectly well that her appearance had been
clearly , and that her physical fluctuations held no mystery for the other party, she still tried
her best to appear calm and composed.

"I'm not broken yet, you won't win like this," Xiao Lan thought, but her eyes turned dejected, and she
couldn't help but mutter to herself, "No matter how this ends, it can never go back to the way it was before
..."

Her memory drifted back to that day...

(II)

A year ago

, just as the MRT bell rang, Xiao Lan nimbly leaped from the platform, and
the two slammed shut behind her, shutting out the station attendant's whistle. She stuck out
her tongue, a little smug, but then couldn't help cursing herself for carelessly leaving the manuscript in the office,
which had forced her to rush to the MRT at nearly midnight.

She calculated that, given her walking pace, she should be able to get the French manuscript to translate and catch the last
MRT train home. That way, she could finish one more chapter before bed.

She then thought that the payment for this project was actually quite low, barely
matching . She had already built up a decent reputation, so perhaps she could ask for a raise? If not, maybe
she could take on projects from another publisher. No, that might create a gap in her workload.
Should she look for another publisher simultaneously? If she didn't have French works, English projects would be fine too.

But there were so many English translators; the price might be even lower. And if she took on another
project, how much sleep would she have left? Lost in thought, the green light for the approaching MRT station
flashed. She clutched her bag to her chest, took a deep breath, and
dashed out before the doors were even halfway open, heading straight for the exit escalator.

The building's security guard was startled when she rushed in. He was about to say something when Xiao Lan
waved her access pass and headed straight for the elevator. If she had stopped and listened to what the guard had to say
, would none of this have happened? Xiao Lan constantly pondered this
question .

Of course, there are countless "what ifs" in this world: what if she hadn't managed to jump on that subway train,
what if she hadn't taken that extra translation job, what if she had tripped on the escalator? But no one
can relive their life, and no amount of "what ifs" will provide an answer. In the end, she always used this conclusion to stop herself
from thinking any .

When she entered the company, the lights in the main office were already off, but
the light still on. Xiao Lan couldn't help but curse herself inwardly. She hadn't expected the big boss to run back to his office at this hour;
this was probably what the guard wanted to tell her. If she had known, she would have rather gone home without saying a word. How could she explain sneaking back to her office

so close to midnight if she had been seen ?
Of course, she couldn't say she came back to pick up
the manuscript , but she also couldn't say she stole photocopying paper to take home, could she?

Anyway, she was there. She tiptoed to her seat, carefully slipped
the manuscript from the large drawer into her handbag, and was about to slip away when she heard a woman's scream, which startled her.
It sounded like a scream as if she was desperately trying to expel air from her lungs, followed by heavy breathing and intermittent
murmurs.

Xiao Lan suddenly understood what was happening, and her face flushed instantly. However, on the other hand, her curiosity
was suddenly piqued.

Xiao Lan worked at an art auction company, where her title sounded nice—curator—but in reality, she was an administrative
assistant and general helper. The occasions she usually encountered the director, Mu Hua, were simply showing her proofs of promotional materials
or reporting details of banquets or openings. Mu Hua, at forty years old, was very well-maintained and looked only in her
thirties . She was strikingly beautiful and socially adept, highly respected in the industry, and her name was associated with many famous men
.

Although Xiao Lan wasn't particularly interested in her boss's gossip, she'd overheard quite a bit while going in and out of the break room. Now,
driven by a mixture of curiosity and a voyeuristic urge, she told herself she'd just steal
a quick glance and leave.

The director's office was always soundproof, but perhaps thinking no one was there, or perhaps
overcome by momentary passion, the door was ajar, the light flickering weakly. Xiao Lan
walked four or five meters to the door and cautiously peeked out, only to be stunned by what she saw.

The director's office was only lit by a desk lamp. Documents were scattered haphazardly on the large desk,
some even on the floor. Director Mu Hua stood with her legs apart, her upper body bent over the desk. The lamplight
illuminated her face and body, while the man behind her was shrouded in shadow,
his figure barely visible.

Mu Hua's royal blue shirt was completely ripped open at the front and pulled back, revealing her light blue bra
straps which were pulled up to her arms. The back clasp remained undone, and the cups were pulled up to the bottom of her breasts,
lifting her impressively large breasts high.

Although she usually wore proper work suits, Mu Hua's ample bosom was common knowledge throughout the company.
Not only did her male colleagues whisper about it, but the gossipy women in the office also often speculated about it privately.

Xiao Lan, on the other hand, didn't feel particularly envious. Although she would sometimes use
tape , she was actually quite satisfied with her well-proportioned figure.

However, seeing Mu Hua's bare breasts directly, even as a woman, she couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration: Mu
Hua's F-cup breasts, though inevitably somewhat sagging, were round and full,
the tissue inside still feeling quite firm, unlike some women with large breasts whose breasts sag like overripe
papayas .

Her nipples and areolas were a deep maroon color due to engorgement, and her snow-white breasts and cheeks
were flushed from the impact of sexual arousal. Her usual elegant updo had collapsed, and stray hairs
clung to her shoulders, neck, chest, and cheeks with sweat, a few even getting into her brightly painted
mouth.

Mu Hua couldn't brush these strands away because her slender hands were bound behind her back. This
position made Mu Hua appear very strained, as she had to rely solely on her waist strength to lift her upper body
. Because her office skirt hadn't been removed, the movement of their lower body during intercourse wasn't visible. However, the man's thrusts
from behind traveled down her back, causing her breasts to tremble in sync with the rhythm, her two deep red
nipples swaying.

If Mu Hua's lower back gave way, or if she became too engrossed in the pleasure of sex, her upper body would lean back onto the
desk , her breasts hitting the surface with a dull thud, followed by
the sizzling sound of her two mounds of flesh rubbing against the already wet glass desk mat, at which point she would involuntarily let out a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, the man behind her would mercilessly slap her buttocks hard, the loud
fleshy sound accompanied by Mu Hua's sharply defined features contorting in pain, showing how ruthless the man's strike was
. With each blow, Mu Hua would let out a short groan, panting as she straightened her upper body again
.

After several cycles of this, her face gradually turned from flushed to deathly pale, and
fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her upper lip and temples, indicating that she had reached her physical limit. At this moment,
the man seemed to notice. He suddenly pressed Mu Hua's upper body onto the table, then roughly grabbed her hair
and pulled her head back.

Mu Hua's body trembled involuntarily, but because her snow-white neck was pulled backward,
she couldn't utter a scream of climax; it sounded like a groan on the eve of death. Then the
man released her hair, and Mu Hua coughed and collapsed into a large puddle of water on the table,
unable to move.

Xiao Lan, who had been watching in stunned silence, suddenly realized she should
leave before the couple in the director's office came to their senses. However, in the instant she shrank back, she felt her gaze meet Mu Hua's
for a moment , and a smile that was both alluring and wicked flashed in his eyes...

(III)

Xiao Lan walked along the street at midnight, trying to recover from the panic she had just experienced. The autumn night wind was already
quite cool, and blowing on her face made her cheeks and ears feel unusually hot. She looked at her watch;
she had been delayed for more than twenty minutes. She had watched a "good show" and missed the subway, so she could only hope for the best; perhaps
there was still a last bus to catch? To save money, a taxi was out of the question.

Heaven knows when Mu Hua and the others started? By the time she saw it, they had already entered the thrusting stage,
so her male companion was quite remarkable... Xiao Lan cursed herself inwardly, shaking her head from side to side,
trying to shake off the images in her mind.

"Why am I thinking about this..." She subconsciously clutched the hard leather bag containing her design drafts
tighter to her chest. The pressure against the hard object made her nipples involuntarily swell, feeling
taut in her bra.

A little embarrassed, she couldn't help but stick out her tongue again. Thinking about her recent life, almost entirely focused on work,
she couldn't even remember the last time she'd been in a relationship. Plus, the sex scene she'd just seen—
from , both the actors and the setting were top-notch. Even Buddha might have been unable to resist;
it was normal for her to react, right?

But then again, a quick glance was fine, but watching it from beginning to end, dumbfounded, was she
also sexually frustrated? The bus appeared at the street corner. Xiao Lan breathed a sigh of relief and ran towards the bus stop.

Back in her small apartment, it was already late. Although Xiao Lan felt extremely tired, she still
put her sneakers back in the shoe cabinet, hung up her light jacket, and then plopped down on her single bed. She reflexively
reached for the answering machine, but then thought better of it. Tonight had been exhausting enough; whatever was important, she could deal with it
tomorrow . Before anyone fell asleep, she decided to take a shower.

Xiao Lan got up and took off her jeans and long-sleeved cardigan, revealing a matching set of plain white
cotton .

After tossing the underwear into the laundry basket, she bent down to pull down her panties, only to see a few
glistening strands between her genitals and the fabric. She spread the panties out in her palm; under the light, she could see an
almond-shaped damp patch on the part that had been touching her genitals, radiating a mixture of sweat and secretions, a slightly sour, warm scent. Instantly, the scene
she had witnessed flashed back into her mind.

Xiao Lan quickly got into the bathtub and rinsed herself with the showerhead, but the warm water did nothing to reduce
the burning sensation.

She positioned the showerhead on the lower stand, letting the water wash over her lower body. She applied shower gel to
her breasts, pressing her already erect nipples with the pads of her thumbs. The caress of her fingers sent
tingling currents rushing to her brain, her lower body feeling hot and moist, as if fluid was about to overflow.

She spread her legs wider, using the index and middle fingers of her left hand to separate her labia. When the warm water
jet hit her clitoris, Xiao Lan let out a soft "hmm," feeling slightly dizzy. Then
, she slowly rubbed her clitoris with her right index finger, the pleasure intensifying rapidly. She increased the frequency of the rubbing, spreading her labia even
wider , letting the water wash over the glistening, tender flesh at the tip of her vagina.

A series of stars flashed before her eyes, her knees buckled, and she slowly sat down, the water hitting her breasts,
bringing another kind of pleasure. She inserted her right middle finger deep into her vagina, probing and teasing, while her palm continuously stimulated her clitoris;
her left hand alternately grasped both breasts, slowly squeezing them to concentrate the stimulation of the nipples from the water jet.

The small bathroom was filled with Xiao Lan's increasingly rapid and heavy breathing. She swayed
her head , immersed in waves of pleasure. Just then, Xiao Lan felt a warm jet of water spray onto her right
palm, and a sudden surge of darkness appeared before her eyes. She let out a long, soft moan, then leaned against
the edge of the bathtub, motionless.

After a while, Xiao Lan recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm. The
continuous the secretions and sweat. Feeling extremely thirsty, she opened her mouth
and drank some water from the showerhead before getting up to finish her shower. After showering, while her body was still warm, Xiao Lan slipped into bed. The release of her suppressed desire
made her feel incredibly relaxed, both physically and mentally, and she quickly drifted off to sleep.

As Xiao Lan slept, Mu Hua had just emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe, her still slightly
damp hair cascading over her shoulders. She entered the dark study and casually turned on the laptop on her desk.

Mu Hua's entire row of luxury apartments had windows facing the riverbank. During the day, from above, the city appeared shrouded in
a gray haze, and the traffic on the riverside road wasn't particularly interesting. But
at night, only a sea of shimmering lights and flowing streams of light revealed the area's true value.

She stood in the darkness, gazing at the night view for a long time before turning on the desk lamp and entering her
password. She connected to her company's personnel database and retrieved Xiao Lan's information.

In the headshot, Xiao Lan looked extremely serious. The photo didn't seem to be recent;
her chubby face and somewhat stiff smile somehow made one want to laugh.

Mu Hua continued reading: Xiao Lan, born in 1977, both parents deceased, one older brother;
after graduating from the Department of Art History at university, she passed the highest level of the Chinese French proficiency test through self-study, won a scholarship to a French design school, studied in
Paris for two years, and gained work experience there.

However, her work luck seemed poor after returning to China. Although she had taken on many projects, she repeatedly encountered company closures
and mergers followed by layoffs. She only joined the company at the beginning of the year, working as an art editor in the publicity department. Her performance was good, and she received high
praise .

Mu Hua skipped directly to the autobiography section. The content here was standard, including career prospects and biography, and
didn't offer much reference value. She looked away from the screen, gazing at the night view outside the window, pondering carefully.
Then, she added Xiao Lan's personnel file to the email attachment and sent it to someone in her contacts,
simply adding a few words to the subject line: "Background check, top-level, seven-day deadline."

Meanwhile

, on the other side of the world, beside an oasis in the Saudi Arabian

desert, inside a pure white villa, two men sat facing each other on a thick Arabian carpet. A
slightly plump elderly Arab man in a recliner gestured to his guest to enjoy fresh dates picked from the courtyard.
Behind him, two burly men stared intently at the man opposite him. The bald man in a suit
held an MP5-PDW equipped with a silencer, his right hand resting on the bow guard.

The other man, a goatee in an Arabian robe, was not armed, but a long scimitar
and an ebony-handled dagger hung at his waist, his right hand resting motionless on the scimitar hilt.

The Asian man opposite the elderly man remained calm, seemingly oblivious to this obvious threat. He
spat out the date pit from his mouth, holding another one in his hand but unable to eat it. He chuckled and said in fluent
Arabic , "Your bodyguard seems a bit too tense. He's searched me three times since I came in, practically demanding
I spread my anus open."

The old man replied, "Don't be offended, South Korean. Good bodyguards are like that. Especially Larkin; his
tribe is famous for its quick-wielding swordsmen, and he's the fastest among them. Last time
, he chopped down two people in the time it took me to flick my finger. If you're interested, I can introduce you to his people."

There was a hint of pride in the old man's tone, but also a subtle warning. The man smiled slightly again:
"I'd rather not bother with that. I always protect myself by staying out of the spotlight. If my identity is exposed, no matter
how much I guard against it, I'll be killed sooner or later."

The old man ignored the barbed words and continued, "Brother, you've risen quite rapidly lately
. You're almost everywhere there's money to be made."

The man said, "Just trying to make a living. A lone wolf like me, I squeeze into every nook and cranny to earn
a pittance . Unlike you, who's a leader in arms dealing, drugs, money laundering, human trafficking, and organ trafficking."

The old man said, "It's just that you have a higher market share. I heard you have connections to get your hands on rare stuff."
The man said, "You mean nuclear weapons? I know quite a few people in Russia and North Korea, but I don't touch those
things ."

"Why?" the old man asked.

"First of all, the stuff is too sensitive; it's easy to attract attention. There are tens of millions of AK-47s across the entire African continent,
and I haven't seen the West or the UN care. But if someone finds out I'm handling tactical nuclear warheads, special forces will
come knocking on my door immediately. Nine lives wouldn't be enough to kill me. Secondly, nuclear weapons used to be just for hanging on the wall, showing off to customers.
Now a bunch of buyers have bought them, and they really intend to use them. I have to travel to major cities all over the world. If I
'm unlucky enough to get killed by the weapons I sold, I'd really die with my eyes wide open."

The old man laughed loudly, "I didn't expect you to be a principled hellish businessman!" He laughed a few times,
then suddenly his voice went hoarse, and he couldn't close his open mouth. He remained sprawled on the recliner in that laughing posture.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two bodyguards also collapsing to the ground like rag dolls. Quick-Knife Hand La Jin's curved knife
was already three-quarters drawn, but that was the most he could go; he couldn't go any further.

The man stood up leisurely, tore off a small piece of fake skin from the inside of his arm, and
inserted a short needle hidden inside into the old man's wrist. The old man's numbness lessened considerably, but he was still unable to move. Then, with a mocking
smile, he first sheathed the curved knife, and then swiftly snapped the necks of both bodyguards.

The old man asked in a hoarse voice, "So...

how exactly did you do it?" The man sat down in the chair he had just been sitting in.
The pungent stench of excrement from a dead body grew stronger in the small room, but he continued nonchalantly, "I don't handle nuclear weapons, but that doesn't mean
I won't handle chemical weapons... I swallowed a set of poison gas balls first, then vomited them
up . After breaking them, I casually tossed them into the ventilation duct I passed by. I know your residence must have external nuclear, biological, and chemical
protective equipment, but it's impossible for every room inside to have an independent ventilation system, so..." "

Of course, using lethal poison gas would be easier, but I didn't want you to die, so I used a powerful anesthetic
gas. This is an enhanced version of the gas Russia used during the Bolshoi Theatre incident; it spreads faster and
takes effect more quickly. The others in the room will slowly die from respiratory failure due to excessive anesthesia, and you
can forget about anyone coming to save you."

"As for the guards outside, that's even simpler. A few DX mortar shells will take care of them,"

the old man said. "Taking me out is easy enough, but have you considered the consequences?"

"Is this an attempt to intimidate me? You originally planned to swallow my business, but I convinced your partner that
even if a few more people share this large piece of the pie, it's still more profitable than taking over my small clientele."

"My brother won't let you off the hook; he won't be bought off."

"You certainly know your brother well, knowing he doesn't care about money," the man smiled. "So
… he's content as long as he gets your wife."

"As for you, I'll take you to your partner, and together we'll extract all the secrets about your assets and
business …"

"On a side note, although I have no nationality, I'm
still ."

The man pulled out his bodyguard's walkie-talkie, adjusted the channel, and pressed the call button, switching to Russian
: "Khan calling Double Edge, is the situation resolved?"

"The entire outer perimeter guard is dead. Those few who survived in the vehicles have been killed. The thermal imaging camera can
no longer detect any signs of life."

"What's the pollution level?"

"Currently, the wind speed is five miles per hour. The gas concentration in the target area has dropped below the safety threshold."

"Understood. Call for a carriage. I'll bring the target out in five minutes."

The man used his bodyguard's dagger to cut two strips of carpet, bound the old man's hands and feet, and sat on the carpet to wait.
After a while, the distinctive vibration of a five-bladed propeller came from the air. He hoisted the old man onto his shoulder,
opened the airtight door, and walked out.

In the open space outside, corpses with blistering, festering skin lay scattered about. A Mil 8 helicopter's
rotors were spinning, kicking up a fierce cloud of dust. He lowered his head and walked into the open rear hatch of the helicopter,
nodding to two men dressed in full desert guild uniforms. The men turned and shouted a few times to the driver. The rear hatch closed, and
the helicopter rumbled away, skimming the ground, leaving only the cold desert moonlight illuminating the
oasis estate, devoid even of the chirping of insects.

(IV)

Xiao Lan was naturally unaware of what was about to unfold around her, but in the following days,
she couldn't help but feel uneasy: stumbling upon the big boss's live sex act was bad enough, but to have watched
the whole thing —if she kept quiet, would she be able to smooth things over? Or would she be tortured, accused
of stealing company property, and have her credibility ruined? Even without this charade, a serious investigation into her taking on side
jobs would be enough to get her fired…

However, nothing had happened in the past few days, and she hadn't even had a chance to run into Mu Hua again. She thought that perhaps
both sides had a tacit understanding to keep quiet and pretend nothing had happened? If that was the case,
she could rest assured. If Xiao Lan knew about Mu Hua's plan against her, she would definitely have submitted her resignation and left. However, perhaps the moment Mu Hua
peeked out curiosity, Xiao Lan's fate was no longer in her own hands.

A week later,

at nine o'clock at night

, Mu Hua turned on her computer in her study. She took out a black box with a USB
connector plugged it into the computer, and then opened the encrypted communication software. After opening the box, she
pressed her left thumb on the scanning panel, passed the first authentication, and then entered the password, allowing the decoding software
to begin translating the encrypted emails in her mailbox.

The investigation report on Xiao Lan arrived in her encrypted email in a timely manner, displaying Xiao Lan's interpersonal information,
credit information, and even medical examination reports in great detail. Although investigations involving personal privacy are illegal,
for Mu Hua, it was just a matter of paying more privately. She continued to review the information and felt it was
worth the money. The report began concisely:

Xiao Lan's parents died in a traffic accident eight years ago. Apart from her brother, she only had one
distant with no record of contact in the past ten years.

Her brother, Xiao Ming, suffered from alcoholism due to business failure and the loss of his wife three years ago. He had undergone multiple rehabilitation programs with
little currently made a living through temporary work with unstable income. Xiao Lan's nephew, Xiao Ying (male), is six years old and
in the first grade of elementary school. He has a hereditary heart disease and must frequently go in and out of the hospital. His condition is gradually deteriorating and he urgently needs a
heart transplant. He is currently on the organ donation waiting list.

Due to the heavy burden of medical expenses, Xiao Lan faces immense financial pressure, forcing her to take on multiple jobs.
However, she is still struggling to make ends meet, and her overall assets are in debt.

Regarding romantic relationships, she has had three boyfriends. Her university boyfriend, with whom she was engaged,
broke up with her due to a third party. She had one boyfriend during her studies in France and another after returning to China, but these relationships were short-lived, and neither boyfriend
contacted her again after the breakups. She hasn't had a new boyfriend in the past year, but Xiao Ying's attending physician currently has a strong liking for her, and their relationship
remains to be seen.

In terms of health, based on her physical examinations and medical records, Xiao Lan's health and physical condition are excellent
, with no chronic illnesses or other physical or mental ailments. Her gynecological examination records show a history of one
abortion , indicating prior sexual experience.

Mu Hua couldn't help but find this somewhat amusing. The investigator, a former intelligence officer, was very diligent, but
his language was stiff and impersonal, as if he were describing traffic conditions. After reviewing the summary, she patiently and carefully browsed through the other
miscellaneous work records and financial statements.

Overall, Xiao Lan's financial pressure and family situation were good starting points, and coupled with her appearance and
mental qualities, she had potential for further development.

Mu Hua pulled out the black box and put it into a hidden safe. Alone in the darkness, she
fell into deep thought again. Although it was an accidental peeping in the office that brought her to the attention of Xiao Lan,
further observation revealed a unique aura in Xiao Lan, sparking
a curiosity in Mu Hua unlike anything she had experienced before.

A smile appeared on her face. Regardless, Mu Hua thought that Xiao Lan should
be helpful to her plan, and observing Xiao Lan's "transformation" would be quite interesting.

She went into the living room, poured some whiskey from the small bar, took a sip, and felt the smooth, warm liquid
flow down her throat.

She thought, although life is full of disappointments, hers is still quite beautiful, isn't it...?

At 10

PM, Xiao Lan was still dozing off when someone nudged her awake. Opening her eyes, she saw
Tang Bingjie, Xiao Ying's attending physician. A little embarrassed, she got up from her chair . He gestured
for her to be quiet, indicating they should talk outside the ward. She glanced at Xiao Ying, who was sleeping soundly in bed, and followed him out.

Dr. Tang, in his early thirties, was quite handsome, except for his slightly receding hairline. He pushed up his glasses,
smiled slightly, and said, "Xiao Ying is fine for now. She should be able to go home tomorrow morning..."

Xiao Lan smiled slightly in thanks. These past few days, in addition to work, she had to use the hospital recliner as a bed, resulting in severe
sleep deprivation and swollen eyelids. Although she could tell he was interested in her, she simply didn't have
the energy to express anything further.

Dr. Tang's expression turned serious: "However, his ventricular fibrosis is getting worse. I don't know
if he can hold on for another six months to a year. I told you last time, if there's a chance for a heart transplant, with the help of anti-
rejection drugs, he might be able to live for another five to ten years. By then, with advancements in medicine, there might be even better
treatment options, like autologous organ replication."

Xiao Lan gazed at him and said, "Dr. Tang, I'm currently doing my best to raise funds for the organ transplant and
subsequent expenses. For the rest, I'll have to ask you to keep an eye out for it."

Dr. Tang said, "I will help as much as I can, but you have to understand that he's still young, and
his physical condition is quite special, so the chances of finding a suitable donor are low."

"I know, I can only ask for your help. Every little bit helps. Maybe a miracle will happen at the last moment?"

The other party stopped talking and softened their tone: "Why don't you go back and rest? Xiao Ying's condition is stable now
. You or his father can pick him up from the hospital tomorrow morning."

Xiao Lan brushed the hair that was hanging down her cheek slightly and said, "Thank you, but I have to wait for
his father to take over. Otherwise, if he wakes up in the middle of the night and sees no family members beside him, he will be very uneasy..."

"Then, would you like to rest for a while, eat something, and have a cup of coffee to perk yourself up?"

Xiao Lan smiled again, "Thank you, but please continue with your work. I'm sorry if it affects your consultation."

Dr. Tang was rebuffed, so he took off his glasses, wiped them to cover up the awkward atmosphere, nodded, and
left.

Xiao Lan went to the tea room, poured a mug of hot water, returned to Xiao Ying's bedside, curled up in the recliner, and slowly
sipped it.

In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Xiao Ying's eyes and cheeks were sunken, and her lips were blackened from lack of oxygen.
She couldn't help but feel tears welling up. The road ahead was uncertain;
how much longer ? And what could she do to help him?

She pulled herself out of her self-pity, picked up her translation work, walked to the ward
door, and, under the corridor light, continued the work she had interrupted by dozing off.

At midnight

, the man leaned back on the large leather sofa, gazing out the window, or rather, in the direction of the window. Thick
velvet blackout curtains blocked out the myriad views outside. He thought, although it was a bit disappointing, standing in front
of an open window meant putting himself in danger—at best, his identity would be exposed; at worst, he'd be shot or bombed. From
the first time he'd splattered his target's brains onto the wall, he had never forgotten this principle.

There was a gentle knock on the door. He switched the PDA to the hidden camera by the door, making sure
the person was alone in the hallway and at the door before remotely unlocking the door and calling for them to come in. He
was confident in the security of this place, but he still reached under the cushion and gripped the handle of his silenced pistol as he
watched the woman enter. She hesitated slightly, looking at him and waiting for his instructions.

He looked at the woman before him; she was around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, a little over 160 centimeters tall, and somewhat
petite. She had shoulder-length, slightly wavy hair, an oval face, a black pinstripe three-piece business suit,
a white chiffon-collar blouse, sterling silver beaded earrings and a necklace, black stockings, and black slender high heels. Her eyebrows,
eyeliner , and lipstick were all beautifully applied; this meticulously styled makeup blended seamlessly with the suit,
giving her the air of a capable office lady.

He remained silent, his gaze sweeping over the woman. His eyes landed on the large television in the corner of the room,
on the late-night news broadcast, where the woman before him was reporting on
the brawl This coincidence brought a faint, sarcastic smile to his lips.

The woman followed his gaze to the television screen, looking somewhat embarrassed. She looked away, waiting for
instructions, but he remained silent. Finally, she asked, "Mr. Mo Yan, is it alright?" Mo Yan

nodded, indicating she could begin.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, put down her bag, and said, "If you're happy, you can call me Xiao Shu..."

Mo Yan coldly interrupted her, "I don't need to know your name. No need to shower, let's just start .
"

The woman, Yu Shu, was displeased but dared not show it. The man before her was handsome; his chest and limbs, exposed outside his bathrobe,
appeared remarkably muscular and supple. Making love with him was far superior to those
wealthy businessmen or elected officials with their thick bellies or withered, shrunken bodies, all reeking of alcohol and body odor. However, his
cold was unsettling. She knew that even if she didn't know him, she couldn't afford to offend him.

She first removed her suit jacket, then began unbuttoning her blouse, but he spread his legs,
gesturing for her not to undress yet. Yu Shu understood and knelt before him, lifting the hem of his bathrobe.
His penis was not yet erect. She carefully grasped it with her right hand and slowly stroked it, while her left hand gently
cupped his scrotum, carefully rubbing it in her palm. His penis quickly hardened.

Yu Shu couldn't help but admire the organ poised for action. The man's penis wasn't particularly thick or long,
but it felt incredibly firm in her palm, the taut skin smooth and elastic. She slightly increased
the pressure , feeling the slightly warm penis, and felt a powerful throbbing of blood coursing through her fingers.

She brushed her hair aside, brought her mouth close, and carefully licked the clear fluid seeping from the urethra with the tip of her tongue,
then licked the glans from side to side, slowly moving down to the scrotum. He gently touched her
forehead, and Yu Shu, receiving the signal, opened her mouth and took his penis into her mouth.

She slightly increased the speed, moving her head up and down, sometimes only the glans was between her red lips,
sometimes plunged deep into her throat, clear saliva flowing down her lips, making
a slurping sound with each stroke. From the man's perspective, Yu Shu's eyes were slightly closed, her fair cheeks bulging from side to side

as the erect penis pressed against them , giving her an innocent yet undeniably wanton expression. However, contrary to the throbbing penis, when their eyes occasionally met, there was no sign of lust in his eyes; they remained cold and sharp, seemingly just leisurely observing Yu Shu's technique. Yu Shu felt uneasy; on the other hand, her saliva was dry, and her mouth was starting to ache, causing her oral sex movements to slow down. Then, the man reached out and gently kneaded her earlobes and neck. His technique was surprisingly accurate and effective; his left hand pressed against Yu Shu's earlobes, while his right hand gently stroked the skin from her jawline to her neck and throat . The two sensations simultaneously assaulted Yu Shu's brainstem; she felt light and warm, as if she were about to faint . The man continued, and Yu Shu couldn't help but tilt her head back and let out a soft "Ah," but the penis hadn't fully disengaged, making the moan indistinct. He suddenly leaned down and grabbed her waist, easily pulling Yu Shu up. With a slight pull, the wool skirt was torn open from the slit to her waist. He then pulled Yu Shu to face him, straddling his lap. Yu Shu felt his erect penis, pressed against her vaginal opening through her stockings and thin lace panties, and involuntarily twisted her waist, rubbing against him, as if hoping that the hard, hot penis would penetrate the thin fabric.

The thin fabric slipped inside her vagina. He chuckled coldly and whispered, "Is this not enough?"
With a slight exertion of force, the buttons on Yu Shu's shirt snapped open, revealing her apple-green strapless bra.

He continued to gently caress Yu Shu's cheek and neck with one hand, while the other deftly
unhooked her bra, exposing her small B-cup breasts to the air. Her nipples were a slightly darker color, somewhat
indented, with a ring of small bumps around them. Because her breasts were small, her areolas appeared
larger , but overall, they were still a pair of firm and perky breasts.

He grasped Yu Shu's breasts with both hands and squeezed them forcefully. Yu Shu tried to pull away in pain, but he
quickly pressed his thumbs against her nipples, causing them to tremble. Her nipples, already extremely
sensitive The pleasure of the pressure sent a jolt through her, and Yu Shu let out a soft "Mmm," ceasing her attempts to evade. She involuntarily
wrapped her arms around his head, trying to lean her upper body closer.

But he didn't let her get any closer, instead supporting her breasts and continuing to stimulate
them
. Meanwhile, he skillfully licked and bit her skin from below her throat, down between her breasts to the xiphoid process at the lower edge of her sternum.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, Yu Shu was now completely passive. Her fingers gripped
his shoulders tightly, her nails digging deep, her hips swaying, her lower body
rubbing against his penis and lower abdomen. Her juices had already seeped down her inner thighs, the soaked nylon fabric sizzling as it rubbed against her skin
.

Just as Yu Shu was about to reach climax, he suddenly pushed her petite body backward,
sending her sprawling onto the ground. The floor was covered with a thick carpet, so although Yu Shu's fall hurt,
she wasn't injured.

Ignoring the pain, she crawled to the man and pleaded, her voice trembling with tears, "Please...please
keep doing me."

His eyes remained cold; he smiled slightly and said, "Shall we play a game?"

Yu Shu replied without hesitation, "Anything is fine, as long as...as long as you keep doing me."

The man casually picked up a newspaper from the table, pulled out a page, and threw it on the floor. "You read it, and I'll
do you. If you can't finish reading, I won't move."

Yu Shu, her eyes still brimming with tears, hurriedly said, "I'll read, I'll read." She chose an international news article and began
to read.

Then he ripped Yu Shu's tattered dress, which was hanging from her waist, off her and tossed it aside.

Viewed from behind, Yu Shu's rounded buttocks were as full as peaches. Her light green
thong , was encased in black stockings. From their earlier passionate rubbing, it had shifted to one side,
revealing her soaked vulva glistening under the light through the stockings.

At that moment, she suppressed the burning sensation throughout her body and laboriously began to recite, "Persian...Persian Gulf Cooperation Conference
Annual Summit, today..." As she spoke, her vaginal fluids slowly dripped onto the carpet.

He tilted his head and examined it for a moment, then suddenly reached out and, with a slight force, pierced
the stocking , inserting them directly into her vagina. Yu Shu screamed "Ah!" and her whole body trembled violently. He immediately
stopped. Yu Shu forced herself to stay awake and continued chanting: "Saudi Arabia, the world's largest oil producer..."

He then continued to forcefully rip the hole in the stocking with two fingers, widening it further. Holding Yu Shu's waist, he thrust his erect
penis directly into her vagina. Yu Shu let out another moan, her vision blurring, but she still
forced herself to chant: "More and more... um... countries... ah... ah... regarding the dollar
as... oh... hot potato... hot potato... ah... so deep! No... please don't stop... I... I
'll keep chanting... hot potato... cgg... ccc... GCC member states... um... um...
Kuwait... Kuwait... um... um... please..." "Keep moving... I'm going to die... Please... Okay... um
... I'll continue... This year... This May... Oh... So hot... So hard... No... Don't
pull it out... Seed... Stop... US... Dollar... Oh... Oh... Please... I'll read it obediently...
Contact... Exchange rate policy... Sigh... I... I can't take it anymore! Please... I can't see the words
... Oil exports... Um... Sigh... Please... I can't... I can't read it anymore... Please
fuck me... Waaah... I can't take it anymore... Waaah... Or just kill me... Waaah..."

The other person controlled the thrusting motion with amazing self-control. As soon as Yu Shu stopped, the other person stopped moving
and held her waist tightly to prevent her from shaking. He even
simply read a short while longer, but finally couldn't hold on any longer. She completely collapsed and collapsed on the carpet, crying bitterly.

At this moment, the other person suddenly pulled Yu Shu's lower body up and inserted his penis directly deep inside in one go, violently pounding
into her.

Having clearly identified Yu Shu's G-spot from her reaction, he precisely positioned himself,
ensuring each insertion hit that sensitive spot.

Yu Shu cried and moaned, her face pressed against the carpet, only muffled "ooh ooh ooh" sounds audible.
After nearly ten minutes of this thrusting, Yu Shu had already climaxed three times. During the third orgasm, the spasms
subsided, and she even lost control of her bladder, the yellowish urine spreading across the white wool carpet, staining not only her underwear
and pantyhose but also her white shirt, which she hadn't yet removed.

He withdrew his still-erect penis, stood up, glanced at Yu Shu sprawled on the floor, and
went into the bathroom. His penis was now covered in Yu Shu's lubricating fluids. He masturbated slightly,
and with a powerful "plop," milky semen spurted into the toilet. He wiped his now-softened penis with toilet paper and
walked naked back to the living room.

By this time, Yu Shu's energy and strength had slightly recovered. She lay on the ground, her eyes hazy with resentment
, gazing up at the man before her.

He said, "You can leave now."

Yu Shu struggled to sit up and said, "Let me stay here tonight? I'm so tired, and my clothes are all torn. I
can't go home like this."

He said, "Is that my fault? Get out now."

Yu Shu looked at him with disbelief, seemingly about to unleash a torrent of abuse, but her gaze quickly
softened. She said, "Please, let me stay a little longer. Otherwise, after I wash myself clean, I... I can still go with..."
"You're having sex..."

He glanced at Yu Shu, but his eyes showed no emotion. He picked up
the bathrobe and put it back on, saying, "Get out."

Yu Shu couldn't help but cry again. She struggled to get up, barely fastened her tattered dress at the waist,
put on her coat, picked up her handbag, and left, sobbing.

He sat back down on the sofa, looking at the mess on the floor, speechless. The TV hadn't
been turned off , and a new anchor was broadcasting the news. It was called news, but it was really just a rebroadcast.
After a while, he suddenly said loudly, "Don't interrupt the show tonight. If you've watched enough, come out..."

(V)

He sat back down on the sofa, looking at the mess on the floor, speechless.

The TV hadn't been turned off since earlier, and a new anchor was broadcasting the news. It was called news, but it
was really just a rebroadcast. Soon, he seemed to feel tired and slowly closed his eyes.

After a long pause, the door opened silently, and someone approached with light footsteps. When the person was only a foot or so
away from him, he suddenly drew the pistol he had been hiding under the cushion and pointed it at
the newcomer. There stood Mu Hua, a half-smile on her face, seemingly unconcerned.

Mu Hua was wearing a lake-green, modernized cheongsam. Her hair wasn't styled in an updo, but rather
loosely braided and hung down to her right chest. In her right hand, she carried a pair of high-heeled shoes.

She stood casually, her left hand on her hip, revealing her beautiful leg clad in sheer stockings from the slit of her cheongsam.
A small section of the lace edge, embroidered with floral patterns, peeked out, exuding a languid yet sensual allure reminiscent of early Republican-era court ladies. She
smiled slightly and said, "Always so alert, huh? When are you going to let me see if you drool while you're asleep
?"

He didn't answer her question, only coldly stating, "If you want to move silently, besides taking off
your shoes, you'd better tighten the hem of your skirt to avoid the rustling of clothing."

Mu Hua smiled charmingly, "Instead of that, next time I might as well walk around naked. Wouldn't that be even more
silent?"

The man ignored her obvious implication. Mu Hua, rebuffed, changed the subject:
"Mo Yan, um... Mo Yan, those who know don't speak... I like your alias this time, I'll call you that from now on
."

She paused slightly: "Or do you prefer Ruan Wenbing, Jin Qide, Aoki Takeo, or Beloviev
?"

Mo Yan replied: "Whatever you want, those are just nicknames to be used and then discarded."

Mu Hua turned his head, looking at the stain on the ground. The smell of ammonia was getting stronger and stronger. He couldn't help but
sniff and said: "Looks like our little sister suffered quite a bit today?"

Mo Yan said: "Her skills are okay, but her experience is still a bit shallow, and her patience needs to be improved.
As for she suffered or had fun, only she knows."

There was no pride, pleasure, or even contempt in Mo Yan's statement. It was as if he was just describing
an unsuccessful shopping experience.

Mu Hua smiled faintly and said, "I only brought Yu Shu here so you could have a taste of
something new . Like you said, she's still too green to handle your roughhousing
. I'm sorry, sister."

She parted the hem of her cheongsam and straddled Mo Yan's lap in the same position as Yu Shu. Her
figure was much taller than Yu Shu's, so her full breasts were close to Mo Yan's nose.
The soft flesh, scented with jasmine, teasingly touched his cheek. Then she wrapped her arms around Mo Yan's head and
lowered her head to gently nibble on his earlobe.

As she nibbled, she carefully licked it with the tip of her tongue, while her soft hands caressed his back,
gently tapping his firm back muscles with her slender fingers, whispering in his ear.

Mo Yan felt the damp downy hair under her skirt rubbing against his lower abdomen. It turned out Mu Hua
wasn't wearing underwear. He felt the smooth material of her stockings and the warm, bare skin of her inner thighs
rubbing against his abdominal muscles. He reached behind her, cupping her bare buttocks in his hands,
and slowly stroked her from her tailbone to her anus with his fingers.

Mu Hua felt a tingling sensation rise up her spine, took a deep breath, and leaned back.
She reached out her left hand to stroke Mo Yan's face, inserting her fingers into his mouth and stirring them, while her other hand
unbuttoned her cheongsam from the waist upwards. When the cheongsam was stretched open by her full breasts, underneath
was an exquisitely embroidered red antique-style bodice. The red, semi-transparent gauze fabric was embroidered with blooming
peonies , and her already erect nipples could be faintly seen below.

Mo Yan continued to squeeze Mu Hua's soft buttocks with both hands, while taking turns biting and licking her
nipples through her bodice. Whenever Mo Yan increased the force of his bites, Mu Hua would let out a soft "Ah!" followed by
a hissing breath, unconsciously tugging at Mo Yan's hair.

Mu Hua's cheongsam buttons were all undone, and Mo Yan easily pulled them aside, causing the cheongsam to slide down Mu Hua's shoulders
to the ground, leaving her only in embroidered stockings and a bodice. The bodice stretched her breasts tightly, making
her upper body a rather spectacular triangular shape.

Mo Yan stimulated her nipples while skillfully pressing along her spine. Mu Hua
felt a tingling, itchy sensation rising up her spine, slowly accumulating in her chest, merging with the pleasure from her nipples.
She couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" and then couldn't help but moan louder and
louder , as if she couldn't release the pent-up pleasure in her chest without shouting it out loud.

Her cheeks flushed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her upper lip, armpits, and chest. The sweat on her chest
mixed with Mo Yan's saliva, and soon Mu Hua's chest was soaked.

Mo Yan untied the straps of Mu Hua's bodice at the back, and with a tug, the thin bodice, still tied around Mu Hua's
neck, was gathered into a strip between her deep cleavage. Mo Yan wrapped his arms around Mu Hua's waist
and turned her so that she was lying on her back on the sofa. He knelt between her legs, looking down at the snow-white female body lying there
.

Mu Hua's magnificent breasts parted slightly to the sides, the two mounds of soft, white flesh rising and falling with her breath,
appearing even more delicate against the bright red bodice between her breasts. Her waistline remained slender, but a thin layer of fat had
accumulated , which felt very smooth and warm to the touch.

Mo Yan untied Mu Hua's legs from around his waist and pushed them forward along the back of her legs
, exposing her genitals. Mu Hua's pubic hair was quite abundant,
with thick, curly pubic hair growing from about three fingers below her navel all the way to her anus. However, she had shaved some along her bikini line
, so it didn't look messy, but rather had a wild beauty.

Mo Yan parted the pubic hair at the vaginal opening to examine her genitals. Mu Hua's labia, which were quite sexually active, were slightly everted
and a bit darker in color, but the genitals were still generally beautiful and even. The open slit in the middle emitted a crystalline glint, and the pubic hair
on both sides was already soaked and stuck to her skin.

Mu Hua straightened her upper body slightly, reached out to stroke Mo Yan's face, and smiled, "How many times have you seen this? I'm already
soaking wet waiting for you, come on..."

Mo Yan took a breath, and his penis, which had been at a normal state while she was rubbing against him,
immediately became engorged and erect. He grasped Mu Hua's breasts with both hands, pushed his lower body forward, parted her vulva, and thrust his
entire penis into her fully lubricated vagina.

Mu Hua's eyes were tightly closed, and a flush rose on her cheeks: "Ah... good... um..."

Mo Yan held Mu Hua's breasts, twisting her swollen nipples while continuing to thrust his lower body
. Each thrust pulled out until only the glans remained in her vagina, and then plunged in completely. This thrusting motion
itself didn't require much skill, but Mo Yan's stamina and the hardness of his penis were astonishing, and each thrust
brought a powerful impact into Mu Hua's body.

Mu Hua's hands flailed wildly in the air at first, then she gripped the leather sofa tightly, pulling
and groaning, "I...I'm going to die...you're going in so deep...you're hitting my G-spot...mmm...ah
...so good...too...too good...sister's going to be pierced...keep going...don't stop...good...
ah...stop...I can't breathe...no...no...brother keep going...fuck me to death...fuck me to death
...no...fuck me to death, it's okay..."

Mo Yan increased the frequency of his thrusts. Mu Hua had initially tried to wrap her legs around his waist, but now she
just kicked and thrashed about unconsciously, incoherently calling out "sister," "brother," and "father."

Because her vaginal fluid was quite viscous, after Mo Yan's prolonged thrusting, the bubbly
secretions accumulated into a palm-sized, sticky puddle on the sofa beneath her legs. However, she was not on the same
level as Yu Shu, who was only doing part-time work. After half an hour, although she was panting heavily and drenched in sweat,
almost collapsing, she still managed to hold on and not ejaculate.

Mo Yan seemed a little annoyed by Mu Hua's struggle. He smiled coldly, as if
to say, "Let's see how long you can hold on." He withdrew his hands from Mu Hua's breasts, and used his right hand to stimulate Mu Hua's clitoris, while his left index
and middle fingers suddenly plunged into Mu Hua's anus, stirring against her intestinal walls. Mu Hua's face instantly turned
pale , and a hint of pleading appeared in her eyes, but Mo Yan remained unmoved, thrusting his hips forward and intensifying
the stimulation from all three sides.

A few moments later, Mu Hua suddenly screamed, her body arching upwards as if electrocuted, then collapsing back
onto the sofa, trembling uncontrollably. Several streams of clear fluid gushed out; the first was quite powerful, hitting
Mo Yan's lower abdomen, while the next few flowed out weakly, but in considerable quantities, covering Mu Hua's own
abdomen.

At this moment, Mo Yan withdrew his penis and, in a half-kneeling position, suddenly ejaculated. A large amount of semen
splattered across Mu Hua's breasts, covering her chest, chin, and face with specks of semen.

After her orgasm, Mu Hua's mind cleared, color returned to her face, and she
looked .

She glanced at her engorged, bright red nipples, which were covered in Mo Yan's semen, like
cherries . She lifted her breasts, stuck out her tongue, and licked away the semen from her nipples and breasts. Then
, she stroked her cheeks and chest with both hands, scraping
off the semen that had splashed onto her eyelids, face, neck, and breasts, and sucking it noisily.

For a moment, the two were silent, the lewd smell of their bodily fluids growing stronger in the room.

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