Black Forest Legend

Monday morning. The sun hadn't risen yet, the sky was still a hazy blue. A sparse, early-rising crowd slowly gathered
at the bus stop, some scrolling on their phones, some reading newspapers, and some even crowding around the pancake stalls, buying
breakfast to fill their stomachs. In this crowded and bustling city, most people who work from nine to five leave
home around this time, then squeeze onto buses, subways, and other modes of transportation to get to work.

The bus slowly pulled into the stop, and the crowd surged on. In this awkward location, the walk to the subway was
a bit long, but by bus, only two buses passed the nearest subway station. And during rush hour, these
two buses often had long intervals due to traffic jams or other reasons, leading to people cursing
and swearing at the bus company staff every time they boarded, and some even directly asking the drivers if they were incompetent. Drivers
had argued with passengers about this before, but they gradually became numb to it, and ignoring them would quiet down after a while. Of
course, some parents dropping their children off at school couldn't stand it and would step in to stop it, but they were a minority.

"Hey... wait... wait for me... someone else needs to get on... driver, please close the door slowly...
" Just as the driver was about to close the door and start driving, a hurried, anxious voice came from behind. In the rearview mirror
, the driver saw a young man with messy hair, a briefcase slung across his shoulder, a round, baby-faced man with pimples,
sweat on his forehead, wearing a shirt and casual pants, and a leather jacket draped over his arm,
rushing towards him.

He didn't want to pay attention to him and would just close the door and drive off, but then, as if suddenly remembering his own child rushing around,
he shook his head helplessly, stepped on the brake, slowed the car down, and
reopened the door he was about to close. After the young man darted onto the bus, he closed the door, shifted gears, accelerated, and turned the steering wheel—
his movements were fluid and seamless, and the car sped away like a roaring beast chasing its prey.

"Uncle... no, driver, thank you so much..." The young man, panting,
grabbed the handrail on the bumpy bus, steadied himself, and said gratefully to the driver. "If it weren't for your foot braking and opening the door,
I guess I would have been late again today..."

"Young man, you stayed up all night playing games again yesterday and couldn't get up this morning, right?"
the driver, who looked to be about fifty years old, asked jokingly, skillfully steering the Mercedes bus
forward quickly and smoothly on the road. "My son is like that too, it's a habit... Go stand in the back, don't block other
people's way... Hey, hey, could you put your luggage in the back, it's blocking the way..."

"Ah... this... hehe..." Seeing the driver hurriedly reply and drive off again, the young man chuckled
twice and slowly squeezed to the back. The young man, Xiang Weixuan, is 21 years old and
works at the Love and Aid Research Office. While nominally a state-owned enterprise, it's actually a subsidiary of the National People's Congress and the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. He

worked hard to pass the civil service exam after graduation, only to be assigned to this type of place. Most people would
either quit and start their own business or become jaded and complacent. Xiang Weixuan, however, seems quite content. His monthly
salary of 5000 yuan is barely enough to cover his expenses, but he has no debts. He managed to save up for six months, but then bought a new computer, leaving
him with almost nothing.

Yesterday, he played a new Steam game, a sweet campus romance, but halfway through, just as he was about to
confess to the girl, his computer crashed with a system error. He spent ages fixing it without success. Xiang Weixuan dreamt all night about his 2D
waifu. His alarm rang seven or eight times before he finally got up, and it was already almost 7:30. He hurriedly grabbed
the bread he bought yesterday, without even washing his hair, and left.

Fortunately, while others had to take the bus and transfer to the subway, he could simply take the bus to the second-to-last stop
. Taking advantage of a break, he found a seat, and as soon as he sat down, he closed his eyes, feeling drowsy
, and quickly drifted into a light sleep until the stop was announced, at which point he hurriedly got off.

This nap on the bus was like a lubricant for Xiang Weixuan; after getting off, he stretched and
felt much more refreshed before easily walking towards the research office.

The charity donation research office was not far from the station, only a two- or three-minute walk away. The building's overall
shape resembled a Gothic castle, but the mahogany doors and the signs on either side highlighted its government office building characteristics
. The doors were usually kept tightly closed, only opened to important municipal or business personnel, or even foreign visitors
, as a sign of respect. For daily access, people used the passageways on either side of the doors; one was a parking garage, including
bicycles and cars, and the other was a pedestrian passageway with a small, dilapidated staircase leading to the second and
third floors. After entering the fire door of the stairwell, a small turn leads to the official office building.

Xiang Weixuan, a passionate young man, had asked his supervisor
, a woman in her thirties named Fan Qing, about this seemingly unnecessary arrangement when he first arrived. Fan Qing, with a rather voluptuous figure, declared that it was a far-sighted idea from the leadership, implying that they couldn't be straightforward

in anything ; they had to use their brains, and sometimes a roundabout approach was the right thing to do. At the time , Fan Qing stood beside her seemingly honest husband, smiling meaningfully, and before leaving, she asked Xiang Weixuan , "Do you understand?" Xiang Weixuan nodded, somewhat bewildered. It wasn't until one weekend, when he went to the office to retrieve a file, that he saw his portly boss, with a lecherous grin, embracing a flushed Fan Qing as they flirted and chatted as they walked down the corridor. Only then did Xiang Weixuan seem to understand why the main door was always closed. Of course, after that pot-bellied leader was promoted, Fan Qing was quickly transferred due to a whistleblower letter, and then her whereabouts became unknown. Rumors circulated that she had been seen in the petition office, others said she had gone to the government office, and still others said her entire family had moved to another city—the stories were varied. But none of this concerned Xiang Weixuan. As a junior clerk, his daily routine of going to and from work was stable, comfortable, but monotonous—that was his job. Entering the office, he was once again the first to arrive. He swept the floor, wiped the table, boiled water, washed the cups of the senior staff, and then leisurely made himself some tea, browsing QQ news. Then, when they arrived about five minutes later, he did what he needed to do: making spreadsheets and writing documents. After finishing, it was almost noon.

After dinner, everyone chatted and gossiped. Since there were no women in the office, slightly risqué
jokes were the best way to lighten the mood in the otherwise dull office.

Days passed in this monotonous routine, yet Xiang Weixuan
showed no intention of changing his ways, seemingly completely immersed in this comfortable, stable, boring, and hopeless life. His colleagues
and friends had lamented that economically suitable men like Xiang Weixuan were becoming increasingly rare, and
they found it very strange that he didn't have a girlfriend. He

wasn't particularly bad-looking; his round, baby-faced features were pleasing to the eye. At 1.75 meters tall, he wasn't short these days,
and there were always girls who would be blind to his height. His income wasn't high, but it was stable. And although he didn't graduate from a 211 or 985 university
, he was definitely from a first-tier university. He wasn't overly introverted at gatherings with colleagues, and he was quite
adaptable in his interactions with people. So why didn't he have a girlfriend?

But whenever someone introduced him to a blind date, even a single word would be uttered by Xiang Weixuan, who would immediately become prickly like a hedgehog,
saying things like, "I'm still young, I want to enjoy myself for a few more years," leaving the well-meaning matchmaker empty-handed. Thinking about it, he
was only in his early twenties; there was still plenty of time for fate, so he'd take it slow.

If it weren't for that one accidental event, Xiang Weixuan felt he would have definitely worked his way up
to retirement, becoming a qualified state parasite, and incidentally marrying a seemingly honest, gentle, and considerate
girl, much like his mother in his memory, having one or more children, and then peacefully awaiting death
.

At 4:30 PM, the bus home was still empty. Leisurely watching the scenery outside the window, Xiang Weixuan
planned to go back and wait for his childhood friend Wei Nan to come and get things ready before continuing yesterday's work. After getting off the bus, he called Wei Nan
to confirm the time and then went to the market to buy some groceries.

Xiang Weixuan's home was an ordinary old-style apartment building with an elevator, the only significant
inheritance left by his parents after their passing. Located on the outskirts of the city center, the 12-story building had four apartments per floor. Supermarkets and markets were readily available nearby, and
the educational resources were decent, except for a high school, making it a reasonably good school district.

Carrying groceries and humming a pop song, his childhood friend Wei Nan arrived shortly after he entered. He asked his friend to look after his computer
while he went into the kitchen to cook for his hungry stomach. After several years of living alone, Xiang Weixuan felt his cooking skills, while not
comparable to top chefs, could satisfy most discerning diners.

A meal was prepared, and Wei Nan had finished with his computer. The two enjoyed their dinner immensely. Afterwards,
Wei Nan mentioned he had plans to go to a bar with a girl that night, asking if he was in the same line of work. Xiang Weixuan replied that it was fine to just relax and play
on his computer; after all, his virtual waifu was waiting for his confession. In his heart, he thought, "Who knows if those
girls are clean or not? It wouldn't be worth it if they got diseases."

Before leaving, Wei Nan winked at Xiang Weixuan, mysteriously telling him
he had installed something interesting on his computer that might surprise the repressed Xiang Weixuan.

Yes, repressed. That was Wei Nan's view of him, and also his own view of himself. He didn't talk
about girlfriends, claiming it was because he wanted to enjoy life for a few more years, but he knew how desperately he wanted one. However,
after being rejected at school due to family reasons and his clumsy confession skills, he was
labeled a "straight man." Therefore, Xiang Weixuan now had an instinctive fear and timidity towards girls.

At 8 PM, after cleaning up the kitchen, Xiang Weixuan sat down at his computer, unlocked the desktop
, and habitually opened Steam, intending to continue confessing to his anime waifu. Confessing in anime
is simple; everything follows a standardized pattern. As long as he follows the steps, the confession will surely succeed.
If only reality could be this simple, Xiang Weixuan fantasized. He imagined finally confessing his love to a girl,
and the two of them falling in love and living a carefree life.

But as Xiang Weixuan was lost in his daydreams, he suddenly noticed a new folder on his desktop,
with a rather strange name: Dark Web. Before Xiang Weixuan could think further, Steam covered the entire desktop. "I didn't
create this folder. Could this be Wei Nan's so-called surprise?" he thought. "What is the Dark Web? Is it
like the Matrix?" A strong and complex curiosity compelled Xiang Weixuan to minimize Steam, open the
folder, and then open the readme file inside.

The file content seemed to have been typed by his childhood friend, rambling and incoherent: "Welcome to the Dark Web. You will get everything you want,
everything that cannot be tolerated by the world. Of course, if you customize it, you will have to pay a price. This price is related to your desire
. Here is how to enter the Dark Web." Then came a detailed explanation and code.

As a government employee, Xiang Weixuan's first reaction was to close the readme file and then completely delete
the folder. He instinctively felt that the dark web was not normal; opening it might unleash immeasurable
and terrifying demons, disrupting his life. If that were the case, the whole story could be shortened to a few
thousand words.

However, Xiang Weixuan's mouse didn't close the file. He was alone now; as long as he didn't cause a scene,
the government wouldn't bother him, just like when he downloaded pornographic videos and read erotic novels at home. So
what did it matter what was on the dark web? Xiang Weixuan had absolute confidence in his self-control
, and with that thought in mind, he carefully read the operating instructions.

But what he didn't know was that while some temptations in the world are resistable, some things happen
so naturally that you don't even feel them, let alone resist them. Completely oblivious to the impending doom,
Xiang Weixuan followed the instructions in the file, connected to a VPN, even spending 30 yuan on
a membership to access a specific website, and finally pressed F12 on the webpage,
copying and pasting the last piece of demonic, spell-like code.

After pressing Enter to save the page, Xiang Weixuan clicked refresh, and his computer instantly
crashed, displaying a blue screen. Just as Xiang Weixuan was about to curse, the screen flickered and returned to the original desktop two seconds later. Reopening
the webpage, the original 360 Search page had changed; several large, blood-red characters appeared on the gray browser homepage
: Welcome to the Dark Web. Xiang Weixuan hurriedly closed the browser, then instinctively looked back, seemingly doing...
It was as if he'd done something shameful and been discovered.

He reopened several different browsers, and the homepages all looked like this. Xiang Weixuan tried entering
normal URLs, and he could still browse the previous content, but he couldn't return to the homepage; even enabling homepage protection didn't work.
Calming himself down, he decided to browse Steam for a while to soothe his nerves. He opened Steam again, but to his surprise,
the Steam homepage looked like this too!

This instantly triggered the fear in Xiang Weixuan's heart. Fortunately, his game library was still there, so he opened
the adult game he'd just bought yesterday and started playing. Disturbed, he tried several times to confess his feelings today, but
failed each time due to inexplicable mistakes. He thought it must be because he hadn't slept well last night, causing him
to hallucinate. So he shut down his computer, took a shower, went to bed early, and drifted
off to sleep.

In his dream, Xiang Weixuan wished for a lot of money on the dark web. Then, as an old
figure bowed, his bank account suddenly received billions. A dozen girls, each with
the same face as the girl he first confessed his love to, but with varying figures, surrounded him. He lay on a golden chair like an emperor
, enjoying the grapes the girls offered him. He became aroused and pinned a petite girl down,
beginning a piston-like motion…

The next day, before dawn, Xiang Weixuan woke up. A dried yellow stain on his underwear and blankets
told him he had actually had a nocturnal emission in his dream. After quickly cleaning up his underwear and sheets, Xiang Weixuan packed
his things for work, strolled out the door, and even bought breakfast at a pancake stall
before getting on his bus.

At work, things were as uneventful as ever. Around ten o'clock, the boss announced a meeting to arrange the next
phase of the volunteer charity aid activity. Looking at the middle-aged, well-off man with a slightly rounded bald head sitting in the main seat, Fan Wei
felt that since the previous leader left, the image of the successor had been declining like a river, each one worse than the last
, and this time they even brought in a bald man... Thinking this, he tried hard to suppress a laugh, putting on a serious
expression.

"...Over the next two months, we will uphold the spirit of the municipal government meeting, actively respond to
the call of the People's Congress, the CPPCC, the Party Committee, and the Party organization, in order to enable the elderly and disabled to enjoy a better life, contribute their
remaining energy, and enjoy their later years in peace, we will not only carry out spiritual civilization construction, but also accelerate
the improvement of material standards, and provide thoughtful and warm services... Based on the above ideas, I announce that the next phase
of the charitable assistance volunteer activity will begin tomorrow... Come on, Xiao Sun, read out the specific work arrangements
..." After uttering a lot of empty words, the leader finally couldn't help but pick up his water glass, gesturing to Xiao Sun beside him
to read out the document that had been prepared long ago.

These meetings were as boring as ever. At least getting some fresh air was better than
boiling water and making tea for these old folks every day. Fan Weisi started daydreaming during the leader's speech, until Xiao
Sun began reading the documents.

The young woman standing to the left of the round-faced, balding leader, about 1.65 meters tall, was named Sun Yanhua.
She was supposedly a recent graduate from a prestigious university, or perhaps the daughter of someone high up. She had an oval face, and her short, flowing hair made Fan Weisi grimace
. Long hair would have suited her face, but short hair made her face look even longer! Her features
were indeed well-proportioned: delicate eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and small, cherry-red lips, lightly tinted with lipstick, giving them a smooth, moist appearance. However,
her small nose was a bit flat, disrupting the harmony of her features. She wore sparkling earrings, neither ostentatious nor
understated. Normally, you wouldn't be allowed to wear such things in official circles, but what could she do in this neglected, empty-headed
charity office?

Her pale yellow sweater accentuated her figure, revealing a high, prominent chest—probably more for the boss
's amusement, Fan Weisi thought maliciously. Her cream-colored work skirt was neat and tidy, paired with flesh-colored stockings and
simple flat shoes, making her legs appear long and shapely.

She calmly read out the assigned areas for the volunteer support staff, her voice pleasant, slightly
husky—Fan Weisi's favorite voice. But what did it have to do with her? They weren't even in the same office;
the so-called "proximity advantage" was the boss's business, wasn't it? Composing herself, she caught the last part: her assigned area was
a nursing home near the North Fourth Ring Road. She thought it was conveniently located, accessible by bus, though a bit far, but
no transfers.

When Sun Yanhua finished reading, seeing the boss put down her teacup without ending the meeting, Fan Weisi
sighed. Sure enough, the leader launched into another long-winded speech, emphasizing the need to demonstrate our spirit, the importance of
friendly coexistence with partner organizations, and in short, like a nursing mother meticulously
listing every detail, before finally waving his hand breathlessly to announce the meeting's end and that everyone had the afternoon off
to prepare.

As Xiang Weixuan finished lunch, imagining that Sun Yanhua might be another of the leader's mistresses, doing
something inappropriate in the office again that afternoon, and contemplating whether to sneak over to the company to spy on her, his legs had already automatically
stepped through the door. Actually, there wasn't much to prepare; the supplies would definitely have arrived at
the nursing home by tomorrow, and he could just go visit the elderly people living alone. The afternoon was simply a day off. Sitting down at his computer, Xiang Weixuan

opened Steam. Looking at the blood-red words "Dark Web" still gleaming alluringly on the homepage , he realized he had absolutely no interest in playing any more Steam adult games. His mind was filled with curiosity about what lay beyond the gates of the Dark Web. Taking a deep breath to steady his trembling fingers, Xiang Weixuan tried to reassure himself. "It's just seeing what the Dark Web is all about," he thought, "I'm not going to do anything, what's there to be afraid of?" Under this self-hypnosis, he abandoned his thoughts of being a government official and decisively clicked on the "Enter" button at the bottom of the Dark Web page. The instant he clicked, the screen flashed like a spotlight. Xiang Weixuan yelled , covering his eyes and nearly falling to the ground. After regaining his balance, he looked closely. The webpage hadn't changed much, and the screen returned to normal; it seemed the bright light had just been a hallucination.

The webpage was no different from any other external website, with only two foreign language buttons on the global map background:
Register and Login. Registering was easy for Xiang Weixuan, the only hiccup being when he was fabricating
his ID card; the screen flickered a few times to indicate an error. He initially thought a Chinese ID card wouldn't work, but surprisingly
, it registered successfully.

After completing the SMS verification from the unknown number, the webpage displayed: "Congratulations, you have obtained this world's
access pass. Do not share it." Xiang Weixuan then remembered to pick up his phone and send an inquiry to
Xiao Weinan.

Upon entering the page, a huge, shadowy castle background gradually appeared. This castle reminded him
of his workplace; it seemed the upper echelons had similar tastes and preferences… Xiang Weixuan thought to himself,
examining the castle entrance. Several tags appeared when he hovered the mouse over them: Curiosity, Hire, Exploration, and
Exchange.

Clicking on a random tab, Xiang Weixuan was overwhelmed by the densely packed categories, which made his scalp tingle, but also
fueled his curiosity. Were there really so many things hidden beneath the surface? Just as Xiang Weixuan was thinking this,
his childhood friend called.

"What do you want to ask, Fourth Brother? I can't understand a word you said," Wei Nan's tone was still full of warmth
and teasing.

"I just want to ask you why my screen flickers when I access the dark web?" Xiang Weixuan casually browsed
the categories, saying nonchalantly, "Do you play this game with these kinds of things? Also, can Chinese ID cards
be registered on the internet?"

"The dark web is just a normal webpage, just with different linking methods. You didn't stumble upon an alien
website, did you?" Wei Nan chuckled a few times. "Besides, you can't register on any of the dark web sites with your ID card
, and nobody's stupid enough to use a real ID... Don't tell me you're an idiot and actually entered your ID card

, are you?" "Second brother, stop joking around. Seriously, are there any side effects or anything? What if
the police come knocking on my door after I see this..." Hearing Wei Nan say this, Xiang Weixuan's heart tightened, and
he quickly changed the subject. Compared to his identity being exposed, what Xiang Weixuan probably feared most was the ridicule from his childhood friend.

"Bullshit, the police might come knocking on your door while you're watching porn at home... but I've never seen you
worry about that..." Wei Nan cursed. "Alright, that's all, right? I'm still
testing in the server room right now, a bit busy these days. I'll come over to your place in a couple of days, bye..."

After hanging up, Xiang Weixuan felt a little relieved. It's just watching porn, so
he might as well just relax. He wasn't going to get scammed anyway. He randomly clicked on a "BDSM" tag, and immediately a
bunch of live sex and sadomasochistic videos appeared. Most of the titles were in English, Japanese, Korean, and other
strange, incomprehensible languages. Clicking on them all prompted him to pay a fee. Some had a 20-second
preview, but the preview only showed breasts, not faces or genitals, and still required payment.

Xiang Weixuan was a little disappointed. He was just a penniless freeloader; if he had to pay for everything,
how was he supposed to watch anything? And what's the difference between this type of live stream and the rooted software live streams circulating outside?
Xiang Weixuan scrolled through his browser out of boredom, pondering this.

Just as he was about to close the dark web and exit to play some Steam adult games, a strange title caught
his eye: "Sex Slave Bitch from the Chinese Government, an Unsatisfied Wife in a Semen-Rich Toilet." The title was
written in Chinese, and when Xiang Weixuan clicked on it out of curiosity, he was surprised to find that the live stream actually had
a preview of almost a minute.

In the preview, a man wearing a hood, revealing only his eyes, nose, and mouth, and dressed in a tight leather outfit, with even
the outline of his erect penis clearly visible, was standing next to a circular spinning wheel, pulling on
the edge of the wheel and turning it left and right, emitting lewd laughter. On the front of the wheel, a woman wearing see-through clothing was
almost completely naked, except for her high breasts and the bulge between her legs.

Her wrists and ankles were pulled into a cross shape and bound to the handle of a circular turntable. A collar around her neck
firmly secured her head, and a mask covered half her face, with
a circular hole plugged where her mouth should have been, leaving the woman only able to let out helpless moans.

The turntable slowly rotated with the man's movements. He gently teased the woman's breasts and groin,
shamelessly displaying her most alluring and sensual parts to the live stream audience. Xiang Weixuan's
heart raced and his breathing quickened. Even with the mask on and her hair disheveled
, he recognized her solely from her familiar, yet fearful eyes —her
former colleague, Fan Qingyao, who had stood proudly beside his husband like a white peacock.

Hadn't she been transferred? How had she become an object of everyone's observation on the dark web? Although there was no news of her,
how could she have fallen to such a state? What exactly happened while he was unaware? He hadn't heard of anyone
reporting a missing person. As Xiang Weixuan pondered this, about a minute quickly passed. The price of the live stream
was very cheap, less than 50 RMB. Xiang Weixuan quickly made up his mind and paid
for the full live stream via contactless payment.

Upon entering the live stream, Xiang Weixuan found that the live stream had already ended, but the complete training video had been released.
The announcement provided the streaming link and stated that the next training session would be held three days later
, on the weekend. All paid viewers could watch it for free in this live stream.

With mixed feelings, Xiang Weixuan clicked on the training video stream. As soon as the video started,
the sound of a woman crying and wailing came from the speakers. The abused woman was weeping uncontrollably, her hands bound to an iron chain.
The chain locked her wrists tightly and pulled her high up, forcing her to stand on tiptoe to
maintain her balance. Her disheveled long hair looked like it hadn't been washed in a while, covered in grease.
On her terrified and pleading face, a small oral sex gag was forced open her mouth, and the man was inserting a dildo, half the length of a normal vibrator,
into her mouth.

Upon seeing her face, Xiang Weixuan was absolutely certain that this was the arrogant director he knew and was familiar with, Fan Qing. Watching
Fan Qing weakly allow the man to play with her mouth, a strange sense of conquest surged through Xiang Weixuan
. A warm current rushed through his lower abdomen, and Xiang Weixuan was surprised to find himself having an instinctive reaction; his penis began to
slowly rise. Shouldn't he be angry and ashamed? His former colleague had suffered such a thing; although
her conduct was improper, shouldn't he at least not call the police? Why was a strange pleasure filling
his heart, a desire to continue watching what kind of cruel torture this woman would suffer next?

With mixed feelings, Xiang Weixuan rubbed his penis and continued watching. Fan Qing's cries and
moans were quickly choked back. After the man inserted the short, dildo into her cherry lips, the base and the oral
sex condom fit together perfectly. With the buckle fastened, Fan Qing's moans and saliva were completely blocked from her mouth
. Having completed this action, the man suddenly kissed her face, laughing loudly as his hands began to penetrate
her breasts, grasping and kneading her bare flesh. Fan Qing wore a semi-transparent
outfit, like a bunny girl costume from a nightclub. The bra padding at the chest served the function of a bra, better
stimulating the man's lust. A semi-transparent black mesh covered her abdomen and lower abdomen, while the crotch fabric
revealed the femurs at the base of her thighs, with a few playful black curly hairs peeking out from the edges. Her thighs
were covered by purple fishnet stockings, giving her entire body an aura of wanting to be fucked.

With a slight exertion of the man's large hand, her bra slipped down easily, revealing her already
prominent breasts, which bounced out like rabbits released from their cages. As the man's large hands kneaded her
, Fan Qing seemed to experience a different kind of pleasure; a blush rose on her pale face, and her moans slowly
became softer. However, the man seemed unable to bear seeing Fan Qing enjoy herself. His fingers tightened,
suddenly pinching and flattening her already erect nipples. As she let out a pitiful cry, he
pulled her already erect nipples back up until her slightly drooping, round breasts became straight cones.
Then, he slowly and forcefully twisted her nipples, contorting the tender flesh of her areolas. His other
hand directly grasped Fan Qing's completely exposed, snow-white buttocks, squeezing and kneading them wantonly. Soon,
bright red scratches appeared on her snow-white flesh. Fan Qing's attention was completely drawn to the pain in her nipples, seemingly oblivious to

the burning pain in her buttocks , merely wiggling them casually. As if sensing Fan Qing's sensitivity to nipple pain, the man took out two silver clips, each with a bell attached. As Fan Qing watched in terror as the man clamped the clips tightly at the base of her nipples, flattening her dark brown nipples and even causing the tiny, almost invisible milk ducts to appear fully open in pain, she suddenly raised her head, letting out a suppressed scream, her eyes wide open as if bulging out of their sockets in agony. Watching all this, Fan Weixuan involuntarily shuddered. How could anyone conceive of such a method of torturing a woman? This not only physically destroyed her, but also completely trampled and tore apart her dignity and shame . While thinking this, Fan Weixuan felt his penis becoming uncomfortably swollen. He involuntarily pulled it out of his underwear and began to slowly caress it. At this moment, the man seemed to lose interest in playing with her breasts and shifted his gaze to the woman's thighs. He took out a leather whip made of several strips of leather and slowly moved it from Fan Qing's ankles down to the inside of her thighs. The slow sliding seemed to arouse a primal reaction in the woman. Xiang Weixuan could clearly see goosebumps rising on the tender flesh of Fan Qing's slender inner thighs due to discomfort, and she trembled slightly. The man did not stop because of the woman's discomfort; the soft leather whip, like the tongue of a venomous snake, rubbed back and forth against her high, protruding pubic bone. Fan Qing's struggles and writhing, especially in Xiang Weixuan's eyes, seemed more like she was being aroused, twisting her body to actively accommodate the man 's caresses and manipulations. Just as Xiang Weixuan thought the man was arousing Fan Qing's sexual desire, a sharp crack rang out as the man in the video forcefully lashed the inner thigh of Fan Qing, which was slightly parted. With a cry from Fan Qing, a bright red welt appeared on her trembling, tender flesh. The whip struck Fan Qing's thigh and buttocks slowly but firmly, and despite her helpless cries, struggles, and writhing, she couldn't escape the man's grasp. Every few lashes, the tip of the whip would rub against her vulva through the fabric, stimulating her tender flesh and causing her to sob and let out delicate moans as she received some relief . Could it be that women experience even stronger pleasure under such lewd and abusive treatment? Watching Fan Qing in the video , she began to arch her lower abdomen between the whippings, chasing the tip of the whip to meet its rhythm, seemingly seeking more intense pleasure. Her juices were clearly soaking her clothes, even trickling down her inner thighs from the edges. Xiang Weixuan thought maliciously. His initial sympathy for Fan Qing's plight had completely vanished. His hand, stroking his penis, increased the frequency of his movements. The man in the video seemed to be getting increasingly excited, cursing "fuck, fuck," while increasing the force of his blows. The whip struck Fan Qing's buttocks and thighs faster and faster. Under this intense pain, Fan Qing seemed to lose the strength to struggle; her entire body swayed with the whip's strikes, emitting mournful moans like a dying swan. Seeing that Fan Qing had lost her will to struggle, the man seemed to become enraged, and the whip's strikes became increasingly closer to the woman's sensitive spots. As Fan Qing instinctively clenched her buttocks and raised her pubic bone high with the final lash of the whip , the man flicked his wrist, and a sharp lash landed on her pubic bone, seemingly striking her clitoris. Fan Qing screamed, her body stiffening, her thigh muscles convulsing violently. A stream of orange-yellow urine gushed from her incontinent urethra, breaking down along the sides of the fabric and dripping sparsely onto the ground .

At this moment, as the video showed Fan Qing's dazed eyes and incontinent genitals, Xiang Weixuan could no longer
restrain himself. He muttered curses under his breath, calling her a slut and a whore, while rapidly stroking his pink penis. His glans and urethral
opening twitched, and a stream of cloudy white semen, like squeezed milk, shot high into the air...

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