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In a high-end villa in Huangpu District, brightly lit and adorned with expensive decorations, the price was exorbitant, but lacked elegance
. It resembled a nouveau riche displaying wealth rather than a refined aristocrat's creation. However, these details were
irrelevant now. The most eye-catching element was the dozens
of women in bizarre costumes crawling on the floor and moving about.

Each woman wore a long, trailing cloak and a mask
, their bodies naked except for open-crotch stockings on their long legs and white or black gloves on their arms,
exuding allure. The women crawling on the floor moved slowly forward, muttering incantations incomprehensible to ordinary people.
Unlike the women moving around, these women were completely naked,
without even stockings, their lower bodies overflowing with vaginal fluid that dripped onto the floor with each slow movement.

A sandalwood table stood in the direction the women were moving. On the table was a
sculpture resembling a male genital organ, made of some unknown material. The women moved slowly, each movement seemingly requiring
all their strength. The woman at the front laboriously moved forward, her head finally hitting the table. Instead of
feeling pain, she showed an expression of ecstatic joy as she got up, her eyes like those of a fanatical devotee, and kissed
the base of the sculpture.

A woman standing around wearing black gloves stepped out, carrying a cloak. "Weiwei, congratulations
on becoming one of us, serving the Lord."

The woman called Weiwei knelt on the ground, trembling as the woman draped the cloak over her. Before
she could speak, a loud bang rang out, and the door was blown open. "Everyone, don't move! Someone reported you for illegal
assembly..." Before she could finish speaking, the police officers who rushed in froze. The scene before them made the men's blood
boil, but they were all professionally trained and knew what they had to do. "Lie down and don't move!"
Several other officers went to the room and brought out some sheets to cover the woman on the ground.

Unlike typical encounters, the women in the villa remained calm and unperturbed, obediently
squatting on the ground. The woman in the black silk cloak allowed the police to take her away. The police
searched the room thoroughly, finding two huge portraits. They recognized the women in the portraits—two
popular actresses, Tang Yan and Liu Yifei. What surprised the police was that these two
actresses, usually known for their innocent and pure image, exuded allure and seduction in the portraits. However, a closer look at their seductive eyes
caused a shiver, almost to the point of wanting to prostrate oneself in submission.

What the police failed to notice was the extremely strange style of the paintings. An expert
would be astonished; the brushstrokes were indistinguishable, and it was impossible to determine
whether it was an oil painting or some other type of artwork. It seemed as if it had been created naturally on the paper, without any
trace of human intervention.

According to regulations, the police took the women to the station for questioning and to take statements. On the way back, the other
police officers who had been on the call with them seemed unusually relaxed and carefree. In their eyes, it was just another group of white-collar workers under too much pressure and
wealthy young women with empty lives getting together for a strange party and playing some SM games. At most, it was a disturbance
, and they would be released after a few words of warning. However, Officer Wang Senxin, who was in charge, frowned deeply. No matter how they searched, they couldn't
find any suspicious evidence in the villa, but Wang Senxin felt that this matter was not simple.

"Hey, Officer Wang, you know, these women are all fair-skinned and beautiful, quite pretty.
I don't think they're much worse than those TV stars. Why do they all like to collect
portraits of female celebrities?" Yang Sen, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly turned his head curiously and chatted with Wang Senxin, who was sitting in the back seat.

"Collect portraits of female celebrities, Yang Sen, besides the ones we caught this time, who else collects portraits of female celebrities
?" Wang Senxin seemed to have suddenly thought of something.

"Last time there was a report that someone's daughter had been kidnapped, but when we got there we found
it was just three female students having a party. There was a portrait of Zhao Liying on the wall, but I didn't even notice it. If
we hadn't found portraits of two female celebrities during this search, I wouldn't have remembered this at all. Captain Wang,
do you think there's any connection between these two things?"

"No, I was just asking." Wang Senxin felt like he'd vaguely discovered something, but
he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He felt like this matter wasn't so simple.

"What were you all doing at your gathering?"

"Having fun."

...

"Captain Wang, these women aren't very cooperative. Some of them just cry and mutter some incomprehensible nonsense
. Others are quite calm but won't say anything. Captain Wang, this isn't
a criminal case. The statements are done; you should let them go."

"Okay, I understand. Call their families and let them pick them up if they can. If they can't come, and they
're not minors, they should go home on their own." Wang Senxin was somewhat uneasy, not knowing where his
anxiety came from. He gave his colleague a perfunctory reply and then fell silent.

"Captain Wang, the appraisal department has examined this item. It's a solid sculpture; there are no
contraband items hidden inside." A policeman showed Wang Senxin the sculpture and a report, both contained in a transparent plastic bag.
Wang Senxin glanced at the report, then suddenly remembered something. "By the way, did the appraisal department say
what material the sculpture is made of?"

"Ah, no, it seems they couldn't determine the material. But it's possible we didn't
request it, so the appraisal department didn't specifically verify the material. They just tested the sculpture and checked
for any contraband. Captain Wang, do you want the material appraised?"

"Never mind, since there's no problem, I'll just take it back to them." Wang Senxin took the bag
and casually placed it on his desk. Although they hadn't found anything, the sculpture, like an unknown mystery,
lingered in Wang Senxin's mind.

Wang Senxin picked up the printed list on the table; it contained the names of the women who had been brought in for questioning yesterday. These women were all...
Preparing to put it back, the list was divided into two columns: one for the women in cloaks, and the other for those lying on the ground. The notes
column indicated whether families had been notified and the feedback received.

Wang Senxin glanced through it and was about to put it down to attend to his own work when he suddenly noticed a strange phenomenon:
he couldn't reach the families of almost all the women in cloaks. The few he could reach were only the women's sisters
; the parents were completely unreachable. However, the families of the women who had been lying on the ground
could all be contacted normally.

"Hey, this looks so familiar,"
said Huang Jie, a policewoman from the same unit, walking over and curiously observing the sculpture on the desk. "Familiar? Have you seen this sculpture somewhere before?" Wang Senxin
asked excitedly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

Huang Jie was startled by Wang Senxin's joy. "I've never seen this sculpture before. I have seen
a tattoo that looks very similar to this sculpture, which is a female friend of mine. This thing is so strange. I remembered it after seeing it once
. How is this related to the case you're investigating now? I'll go back and ask her."

"We received a tip yesterday, and when we searched, we didn't find anything else, just
this thing. It looks pretty strange, and we'd like to know what it is. Could you ask your
female friend for me later and see if she knows what it is?"

Huang Jie said "Oh," indicating she understood, and then turned and left, seemingly not taking the matter to heart. Wang
Senxin stood up and walked to the door. It was only April, but the weather in Shanghai was already quite warm. The pale blue
sky was sparsely clouded, and women swayed as they walked out of the interrogation room. Wang Senxin casually glanced at them. Although
he had already seen the women's good figures during yesterday's operation, compared to when they were naked, wearing shorts and t-shirts
added a youthful and lively charm.

Wang Senxin was momentarily lost in thought when one of the women walking ahead suddenly turned around and gave him a
seductive smile, a smile with a hint of allure. Wang Senxin shuddered and snapped back to reality.
What was wrong with him? How could a woman have so captivated him? The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. "Hey, wait a minute,"
Wang Senxin called out as if possessed, walking forward to stop the woman. The other women also turned to look
at him.

"What, officer? Are you calling me? Have you found out I've done something wrong again?"
The woman's voice was extremely seductive, yet tinged with a hint of languor. Hearing this, Wang Senxin, who was over thirty,
felt his face flush slightly. "Oh, no, your things are still in the office. Come with me to get them."

"No need, officer. Do you believe in the existence of God?"

Wang Senxin was taken aback, not understanding what the woman meant. Thinking she was a believer, he casually
replied, "Perhaps."

"Holy objects. God has many more. You can keep them as a memento." The woman smiled faintly, biting her lower lip, and turned
to leave.

As soon as the woman finished speaking, a dark aura drifted by. Wang Senxin seemed to remember something, and took
two steps back to the office desk. The sculpture on the desk was covered in dust, as if it had been abandoned for a long time. Wang
Senxin could hardly believe his eyes. He strode forward and reached out to grab it, his hand full of dust
and cobwebs. He picked up a rag, dipped it in water, and wiped it for a long time before finally cleaning off the dust, revealing
a dark, scrap metal sculpture with peeling paint in some places. Wang Senxin couldn't believe it. He turned the sculpture over.
On the base was engraved a line of words: "All I dedicate to the Lord, all I give to the Lord."

October in Hong Kong was still scorching hot, with no sign of autumn. During the day, the sun
still hung high in the sky, radiating waves of heat, with only a slight drop in temperature at night.

In a luxurious villa on Victoria Peak, a group of Hong Kong actresses, now past their prime,
were playing mahjong around a table of four. A few others lay leisurely to the side. Carina Lau, completely naked, casually spread one leg,
her shaved lower body wide open. "Brigitte Lin,
is it true that the master is going to move the church from Hong Kong to Shanghai?" Although Carina Lau was already 50 years old, decades had
left no trace on her body. Her breasts were still firm, and her skin was still smooth and elastic. "Yes, Sister Meng told
me. It shouldn't be false." She threw her tiles onto the table. "Hu!" Brigitte Lin exclaimed excitedly.
Her proud breasts swayed up and down with her bouncing body. She should be sixty years old, but like Carina Lau
, she still maintained the appearance and figure of a twenty-year-old. She wore a lace top and
sat naked on a chair.

"Hey, isn't it supposed to be Sister Meng's turn to serve the master yet? How did she know?" Hearing news of the master,
Cherie Chung from the next table also came over. "Isn't it Rosamund Kwan, Chingmy Yau, and Joey Wong, those little bitches, who
are serving the master?"

"Sister Chung, stop calling them little bitches. They're not that much younger than you. We're
all old bitches now, hehe." Miao Sairen, at the same table as Cherie Chung, covered her mouth and laughed. "If we
old dogs hadn't served the master for so long and lost interest, the master wouldn't only bring Chingmy Yau and Joey Wong."

"Muse, will you die if you don't speak?" Chung Chu-hung immediately scolded her. The other women in the room also showed
a hint of annoyance. Although what Mu Sai-ren said was indeed true, the youngest of these women had been with their master
for over thirty years. For over thirty years, thanks to their master's favor, their appearances remained youthful, and time could not
leave any marks on their bodies. However, as time passed, their master had more and more sex toys, and the time he spent favoring them was becoming
less and less. All the women began to worry about the risk of losing favor, but no one dared to say this openly. Now that Mu
Sai-ren had brought it up, the women naturally began to resent her.

"Sister Yazhi, it's your turn to draw a card first," Brigitte Lin said, noticing the awkward atmosphere in the room. She
gestured for the heavily pregnant Zhao Yazhi to play a card to ease the tension. "Oh," Zhao Yazhi replied, sitting up slightly,
picking up a card, and then sitting back down. Even this small movement was difficult for her. "Sister Yazhi,
how long until she gives birth?" Lin Fengjiao, standing beside Zhao Yazhi, asked with concern. "The mistress didn't say how long she'd be giving birth," Lin Fengjiao replied.
"When to give birth depends on Master's wishes," Zhao Yazhi said, touching her high, protruding belly, her face radiating maternal love
. "Hmph, it's been over two years and you still won't let Yazhi give birth. Master hasn't forgotten about this child in Yazhi
's belly, has she? Even if Master wants to play the pregnant play game, just let Yazhi give birth to this one first, then get pregnant with the next one, right
?" Guan Zhilin said indignantly, her face full of resentment.

"It's okay, Zhilin. Anyway, with Master here, we won't have any pregnancy symptoms during childbirth. Besides breast engorgement,
there won't be anything else. There will be plenty of people to take care of us during our daily activities, and our bodies won't be weak after giving birth. If Master
wants to play like this, we, as her female dogs, will naturally obediently comply," Zhao Yazhi said, taking Guan Zhilin's hand and patting
it to indicate that she didn't need to be so agitated.

"Sister Yazhi, you've misunderstood. Zhilin isn't standing up for you; she's just jealous that you got
pregnant for the mistress. Zhilin hasn't had many children all these years," Lin Fengjiao bluntly exposed Guan Zhilin's
thoughts.

"Sister Yazhi, how many have you had over the years?" Guan Zhilin turned away, deliberately ignoring Lin Fengjiao's words,
and kept chatting with Zhao Yazhi. "Thirty, I guess. But for a while, the mistress was in a good mood and had me have
twins. Several pregnancies were twins, so it seemed much better. Nothing else, except my breasts have been engorged for
a long time, and they haven't gone back to normal." Zhao Yazhi touched her large, J-cup breasts, paired with her high
, protruding belly, making her look like a cow about to give birth.

"Sister Ya-zhi, won't your big breasts press on the baby in your belly?" Rosamund Kwan
pestered Angie Chiu like a curious child. "Rosamund, what nonsense are you talking about? The babies in our bellies aren't something we can just have because the master wants them to.
As long as the master doesn't interfere, even if we die, the babies in our bellies might not die."
Cherie Chung suddenly felt that being with such a stupid person was an insult to her intelligence.

"Hehe, Sister Hong, you're talking as if we can die. If the master doesn't want us to die, we
can't even die by suicide. Even if we're blown to pieces by a cannonball, the master can put us back together and bring us back to life. But
the babies in our bellies..." Rosamund Kwan looked unconvinced and was determined to argue with Cherie Chung.

"Alright, Zhilin, stop arguing. Business is important." Hearing the word "business," all the women in the room perked up
their ears. Lin Qingxia cleared her throat. "Our master will be returning from Korea soon. We don't know
how many people she'll be bringing. They'll definitely be vying with us for our master's favor. The Anglican Church in Korea was established
more than a decade later than ours, and now it far surpasses us in both quality and numbers."

"Those Korean bitches are like fanatics, pulling one after another into their cult. We, on the other
hand, serve our masters diligently, but they not only serve their masters but also drag their friends and sisters down with them. The first bishop was Lee Hyori, who was
relatively cautious. Now, the bishop of the Anglican Church in Korea is Song Hye-kyo, who seems gentle and refined, but she's a complete
mad bitch. Every female idol, actress, and singer in the Korean entertainment industry—anyone who enters the industry—is first dragged into the Anglican
Church, not even trainees are spared. They're in the Anglican Church before they even debut, aren't they afraid of causing any real trouble? Even
if their masters are gods, they're still afraid something will be exposed." Speaking of the Anglican Church in Korea, Cherie Chung was filled with
anger. If the Korean entertainment industry hadn't grown so rapidly, and if those people hadn't been like mad dogs revolving around their masters, their
masters wouldn't have had so much attention diverted by the Korean side.

Chung Chor-hung launched into a tirade, but Brigitte Lin didn't respond. She then brought up another matter: "The 40th anniversary celebration of the Anglican Church in Hong Kong
is also coming up. In Hong Kong, we've been serving our masters for nearly 40 years, so this
matter absolutely cannot go wrong."

"We know," all the women replied in unison.

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