Huanmei Island

The maid opened the solid wood door and pressed the switch beside it. Incandescent lights illuminated the spacious, brightly lit dance studio—though calling it a dance studio wasn't quite accurate. The room, with its polished wooden floors, was over a hundred square meters, and a giant floor-to-ceiling mirror occupying one wall made it appear even larger. Various kinds of equipment were piled up inside.

The girl habitually glanced around the room, then looked at the maid blocking the door. "Thanks, Aunt Mei, please close the door."

"Oh dear, we're all girls, no need to be so shy," the maid replied, covering her mouth and laughing, but instead of complying obediently.

"It's not like you can just stop being shy..." The girl, the mistress of the house, wasn't angry, but her face flushed red as she retorted softly. Not only were her fair cheeks flushed, but even her slender neck, reminiscent of a swan, was tinged with pink, making her look exceptionally alluring.

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Madam and Miss, please practice slowly." With that, the maid, called Aunt Mei, began to pull the door panel, and the heavy wooden door slowly closed behind the girl.

"Well then, get ready to begin." A dignified female voice came from beside the girl. It was a woman who looked somewhat similar to the girl, but more mature and wealthy. This was the woman Aunt Mei had just called "Madam."

"Really, Mom, aren't we going to Huanmei Island tomorrow? Can't we just have a day off today?" The girl said coquettishly, but at the same time, she obediently raised her hand to untie her belt.

"That's why you can't relax when you're going on vacation." The girl's mother didn't give in to the girl's coquettishness and replied with a smile, "You won't be able to exercise for a whole month..."

"I understand, I understand, if you don't move forward, you fall behind!" The girl replied with a smile. As soon as she finished speaking, her belt was finally untied, and her outer robe slipped to the ground, revealing her beautiful body.

The girl was slightly taller than the woman beside her, but her slender figure made her appear even smaller than she actually was. Her light pink leotard accentuated her well-proportioned figure, and her long, shapely legs in white stockings were reminiscent of a doe. She turned her back to the woman, letting her mother comb her hair, while she picked up a small bottle from a nearby shelf and slowly sipped it.

Although the bottle wasn't large, its contents were quite viscous, and its unique design meant the girl had to lick the rim to get a little liquid each time. When the girl finished the bottle, her mother had already gathered her thigh-length hair into a bun and patted her back: "Do some stretching first."

The girl nodded, put the bottle aside, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. At the same time, like a deflated inflatable doll, her straight back slowly bent, her arms hanging naturally, her slender, white index fingers touching the ground. Her back continued to sink, until finally, her delicate white hands touched the ground side by side.

With her body bent, the girl inhaled again with some difficulty, letting out heavy breaths. As air escaped from her throat with a low, panting sound, her straight, slender legs, still extended, parted to the sides. Her body sank further until her hips touched the ground, her legs forming a straight line to the left and right, before she finally ended her slow exhale.

Adjusting her posture slightly to regain balance, the girl used her hands for support, lifting her legs off the ground and bending them, muttering, "First, form an 'M' shape, then..." She moved her hips forward while simultaneously pulling her legs upward.

Although her movements completely exposed her private parts, the girl's focused and solemn expression, her movements slow and precise like a machine, made the scene seem sacred, utterly devoid of any sense of profanity.

—Until she flipped her body over once more. Not only had she bent over to a greater degree before, but this time the girl's legs, with an incredible flexibility beyond human comprehension, folded from under her armpits behind her back, then crossed behind her neck. Now, the girl appeared as if she had lost her legs; her previously concealed private parts bulged slightly forward as if inviting defilement, exuding an indescribable atmosphere of lewdness.

At this moment, the girl's movements finally began to become somewhat chaotic. She struggled slightly, but like a machine with rusted gears, she was stuck in place, unable to move. A distressed expression appeared on her face as she cast a pleading look at her mother standing beside her.

"..." Her mother sighed softly, "Still not working?"

The girl bit her lip and shook her head. Although her flexibility was sufficient for such a movement, once her legs slid down her spine from under her armpits to behind her head, and her ankles locked behind her neck, she lacked the strength to pull them back—in other words, without help, the girl herself would likely remain in this gourd-like position for some time before regaining her freedom.

Of course, she had been training to break through this constraint, but... today's attempt seemed to have failed again.

The girl, feeling the frustration of being stuck in this position, watched her mother walk up behind her. Her legs, like when they slid behind her neck, briefly stretched her tendons before being abruptly released. The girl then spread her body out like a piece of clothing being untied, greedily enjoying the feeling of breathing freely.

"Girls should pay attention to their image," her mother gently patted her thigh, reminding her.

"A girl with an image wouldn't spread her legs like a split," the girl retorted softly, but at the same time, she obediently put her legs together and stood up, temporarily regaining her dignified posture, before walking towards the balance beam.

The balance beam was simply a flat wooden bar suspended in the air, about ten centimeters off the ground. After stepping onto it, the girl bent over, like a baby who hadn't yet learned to walk, lying on all fours on the balance beam—though that description didn't seem entirely accurate. The girl's delicate fingers were pressed together, landing perfectly within the balance beam. Her knees were nearly ten centimeters off the ground, and she supported her lower body solely on the balls of her feet, walking on the beam using both hands and feet.

If the girl who had entered the room resembled a doe when she first entered, now, on all fours, she inevitably evoked the image of a female dog—though, neither the girl nor the woman seemed to find this inappropriate. Although the girl was somewhat constrained on the balance beam, she showed no signs of discomfort with this animalistic gait, even moving faster than when she walked on two legs.

Before long, the girl reached the end of the balance beam that spanned the training room. She simply lowered her upper body off the beam, placed her hands on the ground, pushed off with her legs, and inverted herself. Then, she flipped backward, landing on her feet in a backbend position, before standing up again. Although these were movements typically seen only in circuses or acrobatics, unlike performers who often maximize speed to showcase their skills, the girl's movements even evoked slow motion. Rather than flaunting her honed skills, it seemed more like a display of her supple and beautiful limbs.

Firming herself, the girl exhaled a long breath as if she had accomplished something significant, turning her gaze to her mother beside her. Her mother looked at her with admiration and said, "Now it's time to exercise."

"Okay," the girl replied, turning to the exercise equipment on the other side of the room, her pale fingers cradling dumbbells. She took a deep breath, and halfway through her second, a low growl escaped her throat as she removed the dumbbells from the rack. Then, tensing her muscles, she bent her arms and raised them to shoulder height.

The dumbbells quickly returned to their original position, then were lifted again. The girl repeated the movements in sync with her breathing, the fragrant sweat from her body making her leotard semi-transparent. Although the girl was holding only a pair of small pink dumbbells, which, although not marked with their weight, looked to be no more than five kilograms, her pretty face was slightly distorted, as if she was about to be crushed.

Despite this, she still completed thirty repetitions of the dumbbells, then went to the sit-up machine next to her, completing thirty sit-ups there before moving on to the rowing machine, and then the treadmill. Although the girl seemed to be pushed to her limit with each exercise, she still persevered with all the exercise equipment in the room.

This was something the girl had discovered about her body a long time ago. While she was far inferior to ordinary people in terms of strength, she unusually had a huge advantage in endurance. Although a load that was only slightly strenuous for her peers was enough to overwhelm her, even after pushing her body to its limits, while her peers collapsed on the ground, she could still run and jump as usual.

However, she wasn't so happy about this. In fact, most of the exercise equipment in the room was purchased at her own request, in order to improve her meager strength—although the results were minimal.

After finishing her workout, the girl's breathing was still slightly ragged, but she was already soaked through. Her semi-transparent leotard revealed her private parts, and drops of sweat gathered on her chin, falling onto her feet clad in flesh-colored white socks.

"Don't catch a cold, go take a bath." Her mother didn't let the girl stay in the cool air for too long, putting the coat she had taken off back on her. After calling Aunt Mei, the door opened, and the girl walked out of the training room and down the wide corridor to the bathroom. As soon as she opened the door, a strong odor hit her. The woman beside the girl couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Mom, you still can't stand this?" Looking at the pale pink, transparent liquid in the tub, the girl turned to her mother with a grin.

"Yes, it smells so fishy..." The woman said with a look of disgust, fanning her nose with her hand. "Go wash up quickly, and remember to soak for at least half an hour."

"Okay." The girl smiled and went into the bathroom. After closing the door, she took off her clothes, let down her long hair, and first washed herself with the shower. Then she submerged herself, hair and all, into the tub of thick, viscous liquid. The slightly warm temperature made her relax completely. She let out a long breath, then lowered her head, looking at her bare chest with a somewhat melancholy gaze.

"So small..." She gently pinched her slightly protruding chest, sighed, then shook her head and gently clenched her fist. "But I heard that bigger chests can actually affect exercise, so this is just right, hmm."

Shifting her thoughts away from her figure, the girl thought of the holiday starting tomorrow and couldn't help but smile happily. Although she was usually kept very close by, her mother had to leave after the first day of their month-long trip to Huanmei Island due to an urgent matter, and her father, as the big boss of the Lei Group, would spend most of his time on the computer working, leaving him little time to supervise her.

"Freedom is coming!" Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but smile and hum a little tune—of course, she was careful to keep her voice down so her mother wouldn't hear and scold her for being "unruly."

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A few days later

, the man walked out of the room, straightened his collar, and wore an expression of slightly apprehensive but happy anticipation, like a farmer going to check on his harvest.

In a way, the man was indeed going to check on his harvest.

More than ten years ago, she, who had been his class monitor in middle school, sent him a message asking about methods to "nourish the body." However, she only knew that he came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and was always there for her, unaware that he had harbored a secret crush on her since middle school and, by chance, had already started working at Huanmei Island when they reconnected.

Huanmei Island, while publicly claiming to be a remote, tourist-developed paradise, was actually a lawless zone operating outside the reach of any country, relying on its underground sex industry to generate substantial revenue.

At that moment, perhaps the suppressed feelings of love fermented into possessiveness, or even malice; a strange idea popped into the man's head, and he inexplicably carried it out. When he came to his senses, he had already stolen the training plan intended for a sex slave from the database, slightly modified and abridged it, calling it nourishing medicine and ancient methods of physical exercise, and sent it to her.

At this point, the die was cast. Knowing he would have no way out once discovered, the man decided to go all the way down this path. Using his accumulated connections, he secretly smuggled batches of aphrodisiacs from the supply chain and delivered them to his class monitor. He did this for over a decade without being discovered, as if even the heavens were on his side.

And today, he was finally going to meet the person he secretly loved again. Although they hadn't seen each other for over ten years, the man was confident in the dosage of drugs his class monitor had consumed and the progress of her self-discipline, and he was extremely excited about this meeting.

So, as agreed, the two met at a restaurant on Huanmei Island. His class monitor had changed drastically; she had changed out of her school uniform, and her hairstyle no longer followed school rules—he almost didn't recognize her. Was this how she saw him? He silently swallowed, sitting down on either side of the girl at the same table.

"Ahem," the man cleared his throat with a cough and began the conversation, "So, how have you been lately...?"

"Hmm," she replied, stirring her coffee with the stirrer, "A little busy, but all right. Things are peaceful at home..."

"At home?" The man chuckled dryly. Although they had been classmates, the sudden silence between them felt awkward. He took a sip of coffee, trying to break the silence, and continued, "Is it your aunt and uncle? Are they alright?"

"No, it's my wife." The class monitor's answer made the man choke. He coughed up the coffee awkwardly and looked at her with a bewildered expression.

"I'm already married, what's wrong?" She looked at her with some concern. "I sent out invitations for the wedding, but you didn't come."

"I was busy starting my new job at that time, and I missed all my practice sessions..." The man said, then suddenly remembered that although he had forgotten to investigate further, the class monitor had indeed arrived on Huanmei Island under the title of "Lei Group," a company that had nothing to do with her—

"Speaking of which, what is your relationship with Mr. Lei Zhen of the Lei Group?"

"He's my lover." The class monitor answered fluently, while playfully winking. Even though she was over thirty, she still looked as cute as she did in her student days when she did that gesture, but her answer made the man feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"President Lei..." The man slumped into his chair and murmured. Even though he was on Huanmei Island, he knew something about the president of that multinational corporation. Seemingly because they assumed the other person wasn't interested in physical pleasure, the higher-ups at Pleasure Island ordered that he see nothing that could be described as gloomy while he was there—but this also seemed to suggest that the other person couldn't be corrupted by beauty; to suggest bribery or coercion was simply a joke.

"Hey, are you alright?" The class monitor's anxious voice brought the man back to his senses. He looked at her with a wandering gaze, but his eyes were suddenly drawn to something in the hands of a waiter.

It was a bottle.

"...Where's the medicine?" He abruptly stood up and asked. She was startled by his movement; he was probably being too hasty, but he didn't care about that now. Like a drowning man grasping at a straw, he pressed on, "Speaking of which, where are the medicines I gave you? Did you exercise as I asked?"

"No, no, I didn't say I was going to exercise..." She was frightened by his appearance and replied weakly, but her answer sent a chill down his spine.

"What did you say?!" he heard himself shout, and the surrounding laughter and chatter ceased instantly. All the other patrons looked over, extinguishing the anger in his heart. He slumped back into his seat as if he'd fallen, pulled out his wallet, took out some cash, and slammed it on the table. "Excuse me, I'm not feeling well today. I'll contact you later."

As the man walked out of the restaurant, two people dressed in what looked like medieval armor approached him. They stopped him together: "Excuse me, could you come with us? We've discovered a large theft of supplies that seems to be related to you."

No identity verification was needed; the powered armor worn by the men—only law enforcement personnel on the island were authorized to wear—said it all: the deception had been exposed.

Strangely, the man felt an unprecedented calm—like a condemned prisoner on the guillotine who had given up the struggle out of despair. He looked up at the exceptionally blue sky of Huanmei Island, far from the city, then squeezed his eyes shut. Her image, her voice, her smile—flashed through his mind.

Yes, she did nothing wrong. He had simply placed undue expectations on her and then let himself be disappointed.

He lowered his head again, looking directly into the eyes hidden deep within the helmet: "This is all my personal responsibility. No one else knew, and the supplies have been lost because of my mistake." "

Is that so?" The other person's reply seemed somewhat indifferent. The man watched as one of them pulled out a baton with sparks flashing at the tip and extended it towards him. "Well then, take a nap."

And so, the man's consciousness faded into darkness in a flash of white light.

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