The Fragrance of Rights, Chapters 6-10

Chapter 6: Zhou Jin – For Whom Does She Beautify?

“Sister Jin Jin, what are you thinking about…” Xu Shasha playfully clapped her hands in front of Zhou Jin’s face.

Zhou Jin was startled. It seemed like she had been showering and changing clothes at the training hall, then returning to her dormitory. The past 30 minutes had felt like her mind had wandered, filled with thoughts of the past and the future, leaving her somewhat confused about how she had gotten through it all.

“It’s all Shasha’s fault for making me so sentimental,” she thought.

At 26, Zhou Jin was still an insignificant figure in this circle in terms of professional skills and experience. However, her stunning appearance, charming temperament, lively and approachable personality, mature attire, and the “playfulness” typical of youth—a stark contrast to the rigid and dull coaches and leaders of the provincial team—made her, at least in her spare time, a “cool older sister” adored by the younger team members who were still in their adolescence. The younger team members would often approach her with questions, and the bolder male members would take pride in inviting her to lunch, afternoon tea in the rest area, or occasionally karaoke in the city. She didn't mind the way these "little disciples" would secretly glance at her chest when they were together, and sometimes they would even deliberately wear low-cut tops to show off her assets.

"Looking at me? Let them look... at least in terms of figure, who can compare to me?" "These silly little teammates, do they dare to rape me?"

The one closest to her was the team's star player: Xu Shasha.

Actually, for a provincial team star like Xu Shasha, she was just an assistant coach, not Zhou Jin's "disciple." However, during the three-month closed training period, even though Zhou Jin had her own house in the city, she still needed to symbolically stay at the training base every few nights. Coincidentally, Zhou Jin was assigned to the same dormitory as Xu Shasha, a rising star on the team. The playful young girl and the older sister who had some connection to the sports world naturally became close friends. Besides professional knowledge, Zhou Jin even deliberately shared many "women's secrets," "the outside world," and "men's anecdotes" with this pure, still imaginative girl. This allowed the two "temporary roommates," with their ten-year age gap, to have more intimate conversations. From a certain perspective, a girl like Xu Shasha, who grew up in the closed training environment of the sports world, naturally admired and envied Zhou Jin, a "woman" with some social experience. Girls always yearn to be women, just as children yearn to be adults.

"Sister Jin, are you going to see that handsome guy again tonight?" Xu Shasha, still smiling brightly, asked her gossipy question.

Zhou Jin was taken aback, then realized who she was talking about, and evasively said, "What handsome guy? You think it's a date... No, it's business, filming that documentary..." However, she knew she didn't believe this explanation herself, and her junior disciple wasn't stupid either. After thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but add with a touch of smug pride, "But these kinds of men, with a little bit of influence, want to find opportunities to get close to women. They're all like that, I've seen it all..." She tilted her head casually, smoothed her long hair, fully displaying her "maturity" and "unruliness," showing off her charm to her junior disciple.

Xu Shasha giggled incessantly, pushing open the dormitory door, turning back to say, "I think that handsome guy is really quite handsome, Jin Jin-jie, you shouldn't miss him! I'm going to the resource room to study, you should dress up nicely..."

Zhou Jin couldn't help but smile smugly as well. She was indeed going to her second date with a minor civil servant named Shi Chuan Yue.

Maybe it was a date, maybe not? Actually, she wasn't entirely sure. It's nothing. Even if it's a date, it'll probably just be another common, ordinary, perhaps even dull and boring chase between men.

Zhou Jin knew her looks and figure were already attractive enough to men; she didn't need to dress up too extravagantly.

But she was somewhat unwilling to give up.

Xu Shasha had gone out, and now she was alone in the dormitory, but Xu Shasha's words before leaving had stirred something within her. Unable to resist a certain primal temptation, she still wanted to carefully groom herself.

Washing her face, washing her hair, and drying her long, black hair with a hairdryer—she enjoyed the process, smelling the fragrance of her own hair. She lightly applied some foundation—this IOPE cushion foundation was a gift her best friend, a TV presenter, brought back from Korea; she'd heard it cost $80 a box. She then lightly touched up her lips with a lip balm-like perfume lipstick, adding a touch of shimmer, but not too much. Unfortunately, she didn't have any good perfumes on hand in her dorm. Looking at Xu Shasha's haphazardly piled-up face wash and masks, she couldn't help but chuckle: a 16-year-old girl like this, in closed training with the diving team, with even less financial means than herself, where would she get perfume?

Zhou Jin hesitated for a moment, then suddenly blushed. She took out the Wacoal autumn collection burgundy seamless lace lingerie set from her small bag by the bedside. A self-satisfied look played on her lips as she bit her lower lip. She glanced around, as if doing something naughty, unzipped her workout clothes, pulled them off her arms, then took off her workout pants. Finally, she removed the straps from her still-on one-piece swimsuit, draping them over her high, firm breasts, past her slender waist, and down her hips.

She put on the burgundy lace lingerie set, which she'd never worn before, then blushed and smiled as she scrutinized herself in the mirror.

A couple of days ago, a comfortable pinkish-purple bra had mysteriously disappeared, which had already annoyed her. She clearly remembered throwing it in the laundry basket; losing things in places like that was always a headache. Perhaps some perverted middle-aged cleaner had stolen it. The thought that her underwear might be in the hands of some unknown pervert, and would certainly be defiled, filled her with disgust and resentment.

But looking at her stunning three-piece body in the mirror, it seemed that this burgundy lingerie suited her better. The top was thin, the bottom thick, and the side lines were perfectly contoured. Her cleavage was already shapely, and with the help of the cups and front clasp, it almost seemed to exude a rich, milky fragrance. Even looking at herself, she couldn't help but touch the white flesh of her breasts.

Perfect breast shape, perfect waist, perfect hip curves. What a pity… she should wear this lingerie with a low-cut casual t-shirt, paired with slim-fitting cropped jeans, and a delicate, fashionable wooden necklace. At least her cleavage should be shown. Breasts like hers were already unsuitable for diving; how could she not add a little color to the world of men? If she wore a low-cut t-shirt, that guy surnamed Shi, the "handsome guy" Xu Shasha mentioned, would definitely be staring, his heart racing, feeling that frantic desire to look but not daring to, wanting to touch but unable to, right? She couldn't help but think smugly, "My cleavage isn't so easy for you to touch!"

Unfortunately, she didn't live in the dormitory regularly, and the only suitable item in the room right now was a high-necked purple sports cover-up. The cover-up was also very fashionable, tailored to be wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, only a figure with her waist could pull it off, and the cover-up would also accentuate her breasts, creating a perfect bust shape... But no matter what, it was a pity that the bra's fit and supportive effect meant her cleavage could only be shown through its shape, not through its color. At least, that faint, white flesh of her breasts was nowhere to be seen... She felt

a little annoyed. And a little embarrassed. She couldn't help but laugh and scold herself in the mirror: "Damn, you little pervert, so eager for a man to show off his cleavage... Is it worth it, he's just a boring overseas-educated civil servant?"

Based on the initial information gathered, the man surnamed Shi, despite seemingly having an overseas education, was indeed just a lowly civil servant, and it was unclear which third-rate foreign university he had obtained his degree from. His title—publicity officer in the media section of the mass sports department under the provincial sports commission—was rather vague, and his actual rank was unclear, but it often implied one thing: a sinecure. Of course, he was still a civil servant, and being so young, he would likely be promoted in the future. She herself was actually just a marginal assistant coach on the provincial diving team. In terms of social standing, they were a good match. But with her looks, she should at least find a man who was stronger, richer, or more mysterious and dangerous .

However, that man surnamed Shi, in Xu Shasha's words, was "very handsome."

For a naive young girl like Xu Shasha, his sharply defined features, well-proportioned muscles, deep and mysterious smile, and gentle demeanor were already enough to attract attention. However, for Zhou Jin, who had more life experience, the reason she was slightly captivated by this Mr. Shi, and even went to such lengths to dress up, had more subtle reasons. Some she could clearly sense: for example, although this man was dressed in a sporty style—Mizuno and Asics—not some particularly famous brand, he was certainly not shabby. Every detail, from his shoelaces to his collar, was meticulously arranged. This was different from the country bumpkins or dullards from impoverished mountain villages in the sports committee; and she also noticed that there seemed to be a BMW car key logo faintly visible in the key area of his shoulder bag. There were other reasons, which she couldn't quite put her finger on.

In short, perhaps he was a well-off returned overseas student. His circumstances were quite good… worthy of my conquest, worthy of my seduction. Let me have a meal with him, smiling with a reserved yet generous air. I could also try some tricks, like saying "I'm going to touch up my makeup" halfway through a meal... and then walking away with my back to him, a little nonchalantly, and he'd definitely be staring at my jeans-clad hips. Oh well... if he can't see my cleavage, showing him my hip line is fine too. This hip line... I used to be a diver when I was little. He'd be completely mesmerized.

Thinking this, I twisted my waist again, admiring my hips from the front, side, and back, encased in delicately patterned, intoxicatingly red lace low-rise panties. Rounded, mysterious, alluring, the small pubic dimple rising from my pelvis seemed big enough to insert a little finger, full of forbidden temptation. I don't know why, but I kept making some kind of "womanly" comparison between myself and this junior sister who was actually still a minor. This mysterious beauty created by the combination of panties and private parts must be the womanly charm that a girl Xu Shasha's age couldn't fully develop yet.

"It's a pity I won't have the chance today..." A more and more absurd "regret" suddenly welled up in Zhou Jin's heart. This lingerie set was indeed expensive for a reason—comfortable, form-fitting, sexy, and exquisite. Any man, if fortunate enough to see such a perfect woman's hips encased in such lingerie, would surely be captivated and thank God. Unfortunately, today was only her second meeting with this handsome civil servant, and it would never reach that level. He would never be able to appreciate or enjoy such a beautiful sight.

"Hmph, I'll let him see this, at least after we're married..." This thought made Zhou Jin want to spit in her own face. She hadn't even started writing the characters for "eight characters" yet, and she was already thinking about "marriage." He was just inviting her to dinner at a place she'd never heard of, and she'd been daydreaming the whole way there.

But she was already 26 years old; she couldn't keep drifting like this. Although many men pursued her, she was picky, and it was time to talk about marriage. Marriage… Yes, if she got married, her husband would be a lucky man. Every night, she could openly enjoy her body in the bedroom. Her figure was so exquisite, her face so beautiful, her breasts, her buttocks, her slit… all of it would be offered to her husband, for him to savor inch by inch, to reap inch by inch, to enjoy to his heart's content, even to ravage and torment her. If he wished, he could even force her to play various erotic games, like that teacher did—rape, drugging, coercion, subjugation… Maybe even again, wearing a diving swimsuit, performing flexing movements while he violated and played with her… As a wife, she should, of course, please her husband, giving him supreme sexual pleasure, and in doing so, she should also receive supreme sexual pleasure. These kinds of things, children Xu Shasha's age don't understand…

She just wondered if her husband would be boring? Would he only know simple and clumsy piston-like movements? Most men are boring; do they really know how to appreciate a woman's body? Does he really understand the pleasure that comes from arousing a girl's instincts both physically and mentally? ...

Thinking about the increasingly absurd future, Zhou Jin's fingers couldn't resist gently stroking the crotch of her silky panties. While she didn't go so far as to dig, she still wanted to gain some comfort through that kind of caress. She loved the pleasure of gently rubbing her vulva against the soft cotton fabric of her panties; it wasn't just a natural need, but also a sense of security and ecstasy.

Actually, at these moments, the figure she fantasized about was often still that teacher. That "lover" who played the most forbidden role in her youth. Back then, perhaps she was too young and too sensitive, so every time, he would bring her to a near-frenzied peak. It's a pity I was so foolish. In those absurd years, I let a powerless, penniless high school teacher ravage my pure and perfect body. What was left besides a bunch of sweet words and now shameful memories? That Mr. Fei was just a good-looking, mediocre, perverted man. If I had known things would turn out this way, I should have seduced that junior student named Wang Ding back in school. I heard his father later became quite powerful, even a member of the provincial standing committee. If I had given that shy junior a taste of my body, even just to cover up my shame, I would have gained a lot. I wonder what price that civil servant, that somewhat mysterious handsome guy Shi, would have paid to gain access to that mysterious and fragrant area?

"Damn it, you little pervert!" she suddenly seemed to wake up again. "Are you daydreaming? It's just a date with a civil servant. What have you been thinking about the whole way here?" She felt ridiculous herself. It was all because of this underwear. She cursed herself in the mirror for a bit, then changed into the sports cover-up with a little regret. She specially picked out a pair of particularly slimming jeans and a pair of somewhat playful basketball sneakers.

"So you're playing an athlete coach today... let's go for a sporty look. Hmm, your hip line is really nice... this cover-up makes your bust look good too, still eye-catching, you're lucky."

"Hey Shi, you'd better step up your game, don't just stick to the same old stuff. Dinner, coffee, Miss Zhou is so pretty, what are your hobbies, Miss Zhou? Let's go out for karaoke next time... please, don't be so bore..."

Zhou Jin smugly indulged herself, tidied her hair again, picked up a small bag, hailed a taxi, and found the address Shi Chuanyue had sent her on WeChat: "No. 19 Songshan Road." She told the driver to go there, and the driver seemed a little surprised, "Songshan Road?" Come to think of it, it didn't seem like an address in the bar area. Songshan Road is supposed to be in the park area, right? I wonder what kind of restaurant it is.

In the car, she had already decided that he was just a slightly charming civil servant, not worth thinking too much about. But driving a BMW… she wondered if it was rented, or one of those legendary "BMW-branded bicycles"? …According to the old rules, if the man surnamed Shi was relatively wealthy and sincere, she could offer him a small treat, at least agreeing to his inevitable invitation to "get together again next time." If he was too boring and lacked ability, or if the dinner was too dull, she would not only offer him a few words of "considerate mockery" with a hint of disdain, but also stand him up and leave early to return to her base, all while politely and elegantly saying, "Little Shi, you're a good person…" She most reveled in seeing the man's frustrated expression after failing to win her over, yet still enduring the small treat she offered—that ridiculous expression of resentment and desire, yet feigning refinement and propriety.

She was confident that everything was under control.

Chapter 7: Ishikawa Yue – The Ridiculous Woman

Ishikawa Yue smiled, raising his wine glass, looking at Zhou Jin across the table. His smile was polite, refined, and even seemed slightly shy. He seemed like just an ordinary low-level civil servant politely pursuing a beautiful young woman.

But deep down, he found it amusing, a kind of comical, ironic amusement, tinged with a hint of coldness. This beautiful yet ridiculously foolish woman opposite him hadn't grasped the situation at all.

It all started with a documentary: "Passing on the Olympic Spirit." This was just an ordinary move in Chuan Yue's first game in Hexi. His actions were so sharp and overreaching, completely exceeding the unspoken rules of the organization. But Chuan Yue didn't care. Colleagues of the same rank? His duty as a newcomer? His section chief's veiled warning, "Young man, you've got guts, hahaha..." Would he care about any of that? Perhaps when he reached a certain level, he needed to sheathe his sharpness, like his grandfather Shi Yuanshu playing Go—not forcing things unless necessary, finding it difficult to attack even when there was a ko, playing tactfully, letting things heal themselves... But at his current level? These are the boring colleagues who, just because they've entered government offices, feel superior to their relatives and friends, and whose most important task each day is waiting for 4 PM so they can go home and have sex with their wives or be had sex with by their husbands? This is the sleazy section chief who, just because he got a position in the provincial sports bureau, thinks he's some kind of high-ranking leader, enjoying every opportunity to swindle benefits from subordinate units? These are the useless clerks in the competitive events department who, after a few days as regional team coaches, think they're sports experts, believing everyone in the world is a "layman directing experts" and "exercising authority across departments"? Does he care about their feelings? He couldn't suppress a cold laugh.

Of course, this whole affair is quite large, involving many interests and resources, so for the first two months in Hexi, he was constantly busy, contacting his senior, Frank Walker, traveling to various sports centers in Hexi, and even going on a business trip to Nanhai Province. Perhaps besides being busy, there was also a feeling of homesickness; he didn't even have time to visit or greet his aunt and cousin, who were now also in Hexi City.

While filming a segment at the provincial diving center, he selected an assistant coach named Zhou Jin. He was quite impressed; it was surprising to find such a stylish and attractive woman at the grassroots level of local sports. He politely and appropriately complimented Zhou Jin and asked for her phone number, all for the sake of a few shots in the film. Zhou Jin was indeed beautiful, but with Chuan Yue's experience and perspective, he wasn't about to be smitten. Women? He'd seen plenty…

Although he hadn't touched a woman in the two months he'd been in Hexi Province, if he wanted, even with his current financial resources, he could easily find a campus beauty at Hexi University to enjoy. He even had millions in cash in a secret account that even his aunt didn't know about. The Tianlin Apartment he "rented," while not considered a luxury in Hexi City, wasn't something the average working-class person could afford. A BMW 328i, which was quite understated for him, was parked in the underground garage. These were left to him by his uncle's "friends" through certain special channels. Even Qin Muben, through indirect channels, gave him a generous gift: a debt claim from Wanqing Group, a well-known company in Hexi.

Therefore, his compliment to Zhou Jin was merely polite. Of course, it's also possible that this mature woman's alluring figure, concealed by sportswear, genuinely caught his attention. However, when Zhou Jin responded to his polite words after their first meeting, and then gave him a smile, he was stunned.

It was a captivating smile; behind the mature charm of her prime, there was still a hint of innocence; it was a smile that would leave ordinary men mesmerized; it was a smile devoid of contempt or arrogance, its eyes sparkling with kindness and gentleness.

But Chuan Yue was still familiar with this kind of smile, often referred to as the "goddess smile" by those who frequented the underworld. It was a condescending smile; a smile that said, "Here's a little treat for you"; a smile that said, "You men are all bewitched by this goddess, aren't you?"; a smile that said, "I've seen countless bees and butterflies dance among a hundred flowers, yet I remain untouched?"

Chuan Yue was somewhat stunned. He knew Zhou Jin had misunderstood, thinking he was a suitor lusting after her beauty, intentionally using the filming opportunity to get close to her. He found it amusing, and a cruel smile crept onto his lips. The irritation from two months of abstaining from women, and the pent-up coldness from not interacting with his colleagues, all seemed to erupt in an instant: When did even a woman like this dare to give him such a "goddess smile"?

But after learning a little about Zhou Jin's background, he still found it interesting. He made a decision to invite this beautiful diving coach to "have a meal" together.

Misspanda on Songshan Road was a lakeside Western restaurant located on a hillside, accessible by a small pebble path. There was no sign on the street, and most people probably wouldn't know that such a place existed in the park area on the south bank of Xiyue Lake. This is actually a meticulously arranged private Western-style restaurant under the Wanqing Group. It contains only 10 tables for four people each, all of which are independent small private rooms where guests can enjoy privacy. The almost haphazard, continuous design ensures that all rooms have floor-to-ceiling windows and glass ceilings, offering stunning views of the romantic Xiyue Lake nightscape and starry sky, without disturbing or allowing any view of other rooms. Prices for drinks and dishes are not listed; only the style and strength are indicated, all in Chinese, English, and French. The waiters are all handsome, tall, and athletic young men in their early twenties. They will politely and concisely introduce the daily specials before quietly leaving the private rooms. They will not disturb you unless you ring the bell.

Behind the restaurant, there are also two lakeside hotel suites, theoretically for guests to stay overnight. Of course, this so-called "rest" in such an environment usually involves wealthy young men with female companions. In this upscale setting that would impress most women, after dinner and drinks, if they're too tired to move, they can go directly to their rooms to fulfill their fundamental goals, whether "romantic" or rough.

Chuan Yue usually wouldn't come to Misspanda. Since he didn't have a female companion, he wouldn't be crazy enough to come here alone. But today, he was determined to bring Zhou Jin, and even used his connections to call the CEO of Wanqing Company to reserve a private room and suite for him.

He could tell that Zhou Jin wasn't some naive country bumpkin from the sports world. From her clothing and cosmetics, he could tell that although her financial situation wasn't particularly good, she still had excellent taste and likely frequented places like Topfuncenter. However, he was confident that Misspanda, an environment truly reserved for the upper class, would still leave Zhou Jin bewildered.

This is easily confirmed: this girl, who is still somewhat innocent and conservative at heart, didn't have the nerve to refuse the red wine, and even blushed when she sat down. She was slightly at a loss for words because she had actually taken a taxi there. After all, taking a taxi to a place like this is somewhat impolite and makes one appear timid. And although her clothes, given her beauty and figure, were very attractive, they were, after all, somewhat incongruous with the environment.

They dined, sipped wine, exchanged pleasantries, laughed, and chatted about documentaries and their respective lives. Chuan Yue kept his eyes on Zhou Jin across the table. His smile was polite and refined, with a hint of shyness. He seemed like a genuinely well-mannered, newly promoted, wealthy civil servant pursuing a beautiful young woman.

Even now, after two small glasses of red wine, Zhou Jin's cheeks were flushed, and shyness and nervousness were evident in her eyes and brows. Chuan Yue knew that at this moment, a woman like Zhou Jin, who relied on her looks and tiptoeing to barely catch a glimpse of high society, was probably experiencing a similar emotional rollercoaster:

surprise, nervousness, shyness, trying to control her emotions and maintain her composure, yet unable to conceal her longing and apprehension. Across from her was a genuine wealthy, returned-from-overseas civil servant, or a tasteful, handsome, and well-off returned-from-overseas civil servant who seemed to be pursuing her, using this upscale environment to demonstrate his sincerity and wealth, and to curry favor with her. This was quite different from what he had initially expected. Although he was charming, he was, after all, 26 years old. Compared to his background and circumstances, he felt like he had met his "Prince Charming," and even couldn't help feeling a little inferior. He really shouldn't have been so cold on their first meeting, even showing that "goddess smile." He should have been nicer to this man, given him more opportunities, and shown more sincerity. Perhaps he should have casually mentioned his family background and past relationships? Perhaps he should have suggested going to karaoke together next time?

Chuan Yue knew that, most likely, this was exactly how the beautiful woman in front of him felt. This woman, who, based on experience and habit, thought she had him under her thumb, was now intoxicated and out of control. Perhaps, if she were smarter, she could have sensed something deeper:

this handsome man inviting her to a place like Misspanda might not have been a pursuit, but rather a small act of revenge typical of rich playboys: "I'm actually very rich, so don't give me that 'goddess smile.'" Perhaps he should feel annoyed, perhaps he should continue to remain indifferent and polite, like he had done countless times before, offering these rich kids who thought all women would fawn over them with a little money, followed by a slightly tempting refusal. That way, he could leave a lingering resentment in their hearts while turning it into a lighthearted anecdote with his best friends.

Maybe. This beautiful yet ridiculously foolish woman across from him seemed to have no idea what was going on.

Chuan Yue took another sip of his drink, looking at Zhou Jin across the table with the playful gaze of a cheetah eyeing its prey. Were her eyes starting to glaze over? Was her body starting to feel weak? Was she already struggling to hold her glass? Had the estazolam kicked in?

"Miss Zhou? Miss Zhou? Are you feeling unwell?" Chuan Yue called out tentatively.

Zhou Jin seemed to retain some semblance of reason, weakly shaking her head and struggling to speak, her words tumbling out in a daze: "No... I'm sorry... I... I'm a little sleepy, could... could... take me back to the base first..." Her beautiful eyes were beginning to close, her eyelashes truly gorgeous, her lips incredibly sensual.

Chuan Yue smiled: "Sure."

He stepped forward, supporting Zhou Jin's shoulders and gently lifting her body. He knew that Zhou Jin was starting to lose her senses, appearing almost drunk at first glance. He no longer needed to act as the "politely pursuing civil servant," and playfully stroked Zhou Jin's back, lightly brushing against her sweatshirt. He took a closer look at the beauty who was almost collapsing into his arms.

Her long, slightly brown, permed hair was translucent and parted in a 4/6 ratio, cascading over her shoulders. Among her delicate features, the most striking were her long eyelashes and full, luscious lips. What sexy lips! The perfume and lipstick on them made them even more alluring and seductive.

Even though they were hidden under a hoodie, her neck still looked incredibly long and slender. This purplish-red fleece hoodie certainly didn't suit the atmosphere today; after all, the beauty in his arms was just a sports coach. The large, fiery red "move" on the front was a symbol of dynamism. But at this moment, the shape of her breasts, encased in the sweatshirt, made it impossible to focus on the style of her clothing. Even hidden under the sweatshirt, her perfectly round breasts were clearly visible. They always gave men an urge to admire them closely.

Her waist was so slender, almost frail. Women with slender waists look good in anything. But the woman in his arms had truly beautiful legs. Her long, slender legs, encased in jeans, appeared even longer as he helped her stand. So thin, so shapely, so long, with a delicate curve from her thighs to her knees, to her calves, to her ankles.

This woman was foolish. She didn't realize she was a dangerous wolf. Instead, he saw himself as a ridiculous sheep.

But this woman was indeed very attractive, with a really good figure, and...

well, for now, let's focus on this woman.

Chuan Yue helped the dazed Zhou Jin out of the private room and walked down the corridor. Zhou Jin, of course, was no longer aware that she was leaving or going the wrong way. Even the waiters on the street only offered polite smiles and looked down as if they hadn't seen anything, letting Chuan Yue put his arm around Zhou Jin and enter Misspanda's absolutely private hotel suite.

The suite was, of course, exquisitely and elegantly decorated. The most eye-catching thing was the 2.2-meter king-size soft bed, covered with CK light blue bedding, and matched with a light blue floor-length curtain, which was not like the style of a hotel, but added a touch of homey warmth.

Chuan Yue helped Zhou Jin to the bed. She was limp, and when he laid her down, she was completely dazed, lying softly on her side on the large bed. Her flushed cheeks were even more alluring in her drunken state, and the curves of her hips, encased in jeans, told a story of forbidden sensuality—the powerlessness of a woman at the mercy of others.

But Chuan Yue showed no hurry to do anything. He maintained his elegance and propriety, acting as if he were simply a husband helping his wife to the bedroom, proceeding methodically. He turned and closed the door—a specially designed, absolutely soundproof door. He glanced down at the curves of the tall, slender beauty in her dazed state, seemingly feeling the overhead light wasn't bright enough to illuminate all her best features. He slowly drew back the curtains. Outside, under the dim starry sky, lay Xiyue Lake, the soft starlight reflected off the water filtering into the room. The ambiance had been enhanced, but the lighting still seemed a little dim. He turned on the bedside lamp again. The overhead light, the starlight, the bedside lamp… that was about right. It resembled a warm yet bright modern family bedroom, illuminating the figure of the beautiful woman on the bed, who seemed to be sleeping languidly, revealing every detail. Her hair, eyelashes, lips, clothes, jeans, sneakers, curves, fabric… everything was homey, very beautiful.

He took out a pair of dark blue leather handcuffs that he had prepared beforehand from the desk drawer, played with the chains for a moment, and leaned forward. He gently pulled one of Zhou Jin's arms, not only pulling her arm to the headboard but also turning her from her side-lying position to her supine position. Oh, even though he had admired her all night, this girl's full, high breasts, concealed by her sweatshirt, were still so captivating. He slightly lifted the cuff of one of Zhou Jin's arms, fastening one loop of the handcuff to her slender wrist, and the other loop to the bed frame.

With one arm restrained, she could still struggle and even make half-hearted resistance movements—a truly remarkable posture, a very alluring scene that stirred a man's hormones and revealed a woman's vulnerability.

He then adjusted the small desktop tripod on the desk opposite the bed, switched the high-definition camera to "on," and a small red indicator light illuminated.

Then, he took a bottle of red wine from the chilled wine cabinet in the suite's kitchen, uncorked it, and carried the bottle to the bedside. He coldly watched his prey, and couldn't resist first lowering his head to kiss Zhou Jin's forehead. Then, incredibly, he poured the wine from the bottle, starting from her forehead, in a trickle.

Just like that… bottle after bottle of wine was poured down…

the red, transparent liquid instantly soaked the beauty's hair, her eyelids, eyelashes, nose, cheeks, and lips, all instantly covered in wine, as if she were washing her face with a showerhead. Then her clothes; the collar of her tracksuit was quickly soaked, and in moments, her entire upper body, down to her chest, was almost entirely stained with wine. Her breasts, hidden beneath her tracksuit and encased in her bra, were highlighted by the intertwining of the liquid and fabric, revealing the primal allure of a woman's body.

Tonight, Ishikawa Yue wasn't going to play the game of date rape.

Zhou Jin was choked awake.

Chapter 8: Zhou Jin - Red Wine Soaked in Dessert

Zhou Jin was choked awake. She first felt dizzy and had a headache, then was coughed repeatedly by the strong, pungent smell of red wine.

What was going on? She felt very uncomfortable, wet, dirty, and awful. Had she drunk too much? Her memories were fragmented, like when she had just woken up. She shook her head slightly, trying to open her eyes. Where was she? What was happening?

Her consciousness seemed to be returning bit by bit, and she realized her situation. The first thing that bothered her was finding her entire face and head covered in wine, finding herself lying on a strange, large bed, and seeing a smiling man sitting at the head of the bed. Her first instinct was to scream, "Ah..."

The man didn't stop her, still smiling at her. She tried to sit up immediately, but found that her left hand was bound to the bed frame with some kind of handcuff. Pulling it, her wrist ached. Another scream, "Ah..."

"What are you doing? Where am I? What are you doing?..." This was an instinctive, urgent reaction, but Zhou Jin's rationality continued to return, and an inner, primal fear swelled. This man had actually drugged her and brought her to the room? He had even handcuffed her—a pervert, a pervert. A rapist, a rapist.

"Help!!!" "Let me go!!!" "Help!!!!" Her hoarse screams went unnoticed; she didn't know where she was, but hoped someone outside could hear her. The man in front of her still didn't stop her, still smiling at her. "Help!!!!" "Help!!!!" "Clang, clang," came the sound of her wrists struggling to pull themselves off the bed frame. "Help!!!!" "Help!!!!" Each scream grew louder, hoarser, more terrified, and more desperate.

She struggled futilely, screaming desperately for three or four minutes, until her voice was completely hoarse. Her initial instinctive outburst gradually gave way to exhaustion, and she could no longer shout. The man before her smiled and said

, "Keep shouting for a while... When you regain some of your senses, listen to me... You're not going to shout anymore? Okay, then I'll explain..."

"First of all, we're in a suite at Misspanda. This is one of the top private clubs in the entire River Creek area. The soundproofing in this room is built to top-tier recording studio standards. Even if you could make the roar of a train here, there would only be a very faint echo within three meters outside. I can guarantee that this room is designed so that no one can hear you within three meters... So, you'd better save your energy..."

Zhou Jin actually regained her senses. She was terrified and panicked, but having regained her composure, she trembled and shouted, "You pervert, why did you bring me here... What do you want?"

"Okay, next. Let's talk about what I want. You might not believe it, but even now, I haven't decided what I really want. An hour ago, I even thought about playing this game with you, taking you out for dinner and drinks, trying to win you over, and seeing if we could have a romantic evening. Even if you refused, I would still gentlemanly take you home and look forward to our next date. This is probably your favorite scenario, isn't it?"

He pointed to the camera and indicator light on the desk, which deepened Zhou Jin's fear. "Then, when I drugged you and took you to your room, I also thought about... drugging and raping you like that, drugging and raping... even though a woman who doesn't resist will lose..." "It's quite interesting, but the inability to resist and the lack of sensation also bring a special kind of pleasure, which I actually enjoy quite a bit. However... this won't work. There's only one estazolam tablet in your red wine, the ordinary kind. Drinking it with red wine makes the effect stronger, but it'll just make you drowsy for a while. It's a prescription drug, not some magical sleeping pill. Even if I can enjoy the pleasure of undressing you while you're unconscious, you'll definitely wake up when I rape you later..." He spoke slowly, as if he were giving some kind of training course. Zhou Jin simply couldn't look at this person directly. Besides fear, she also felt an indescribable anger. But besides "pervert" and "rogue," she didn't know what new words she could use to curse him.

"Then, I also thought about handcuffing you completely. Tonight's program is bondage rape... But oh my god, I only brought one handcuff. The other three are in the trunk of the car. I forgot to bring them in. You see, I'm a bit too lazy to run around and go to the garage to get them, so I can only handcuff one hand as a symbolic gesture..." At this point, although Zhou Jin knew that her current situation was very dangerous and that the person in front of her was obviously an evil pervert, she couldn't help but find it a bit ridiculous and funny.

"Then, I thought about it too, like recording a nude video of you first, and then using the video to coerce you into doing...coercion has a special kind of pleasure. You can enjoy the expression of a woman's humiliation and resentment, and you can also enjoy a woman's submission. Yes, just a minute ago, I was thinking of doing that...but there are problems with that too. First, it's too troublesome, the process is a bit roundabout. Second, I don't really believe you're some virgin, you're not a big star or celebrity, that you would care so much about a nude video that you'd die for it..."

"So I decided to wake you up and discuss it with you, to see what kind of package I should enjoy tonight. I was planning to wake you up with cold water, but that's too unrefined, so I'll use wine...don't be too disgusted, a body splashed with red wine will taste especially good."

“That process just now was really great. You can lick the wine on your lips… oh… it’s not a particularly good wine, but it has a kind of carefully crafted beauty…”

He walked closer to the bedside, lifted Zhou Jin’s chin with his fingers, and said with a smile, “Now tell me, tonight… which set meal should I enjoy the best?”

Zhou Jin was so frightened that she almost lost the will to resist. Just as this man said, she was not a virgin, nor a celebrity or a big star. With this man’s conditions, if it were just a one-night stand, she might have agreed after a few tries. But today’s situation was really beyond her expectations. And this man spoke so calmly, as if chatting with a close friend, explaining the reasons for his lewd behavior, but it made her feel like she was trapped in an ice cellar.

She had absolutely no idea what this man wanted. Just as she was about to plead with him to release her handcuffs, this man, who had been so polite and refined the whole way, making even his perverted actions seem like a romantic date, suddenly, still smiling, slapped Zhou Jin across the entire left cheek with a resounding "smack." Zhou Jin felt a flash of stars before her eyes, her left cheek burned, and immediately swelled up. A sweet taste rose in her throat, as if blood was flowing from her mouth; she almost fainted from the pain. The wine stains on her face and neck were splattered onto the sheets with small red dots from the slap.

“I forgot to mention, there’s another option. I was thinking about it earlier too. Even without handcuffs, tonight we can play a simple rape game, like this…”

The room suddenly fell silent, as if a waiter were introducing a restaurant special and waiting for a customer to choose. The man continued to watch her silently.

Zhou Jin gritted her teeth, completely helpless. She had no idea what this man’s background or bottom line was. The only thing she was certain of was that this man was too dangerous, too terrifying. This man was toying with her like a cat playing with a mouse. Her left cheek throbbed with pain, and she didn’t know if it would leave a scar. But at this moment, her difficult childhood seemed to have ignited a survival instinct within her. She decided to try, to minimize her losses and danger. These men, no matter what, just wanted her body. If possible, she had to at least ensure her safety. She couldn’t provoke him into doing anything too dangerous or perverse.

She hoped to salvage some dignity, so she gritted her teeth, raised her head, and stared at the man with a hateful gaze. But the man's smile seemed more lethal than her glare. She was terrified, unsure what perverse things he might do if she truly angered him. She avoided his gaze, panting heavily, yet helplessly, uttering words that even she found humiliating:

"You...can you...promise me......don't record me, don't hurt me, let me go...I...I...I'll do it with you..."

The man smiled, his hand already moving from her chin, caressing her already soaked clothes, naturally grasping her breasts. The wine, as if soaking into food, seeped from her coat, along the fibers of her underwear, and into her skin again with this squeeze. Her breasts were already soaked, covered in wine, the strong aroma of alcohol and the tangy sourness seeming to stimulate her breasts, causing them to tremble slightly.

Although separated by two layers of clothing, Zhou Jin knew how humiliated she looked. Tears immediately streamed down her face. In this helpless situation, a man had touched her breasts… She wanted to struggle, she wanted to dodge, but she didn't. She realized that, at least in this situation, she had no bargaining power with this man. Her body was her only asset. She had to endure the tingling and pain from the caresses on her breasts, her body motionless, taut, continuing to sob,

“Okay? Don’t record this… Waaah… Don’t hurt me…”

“Very good, very strong, very sensible… From the first day I saw you, I felt you were quite sensible. But don’t talk to me about conditions yet… Remember… let me enjoy tonight’s dessert first, then we’ll talk about how to handle your matter, okay?” The man smiled as he watched Zhou Jin put on her last act of dignity, saying, “I’ve heard that people who have trained in diving are very flexible. Can you take off your clothes with one hand? Take your clothes off…”

Zhou Jin cried again, a genuine cry from the bottom of her heart. This crying wasn’t sorrow, but the wailing of a child feeling helpless in their early years. She felt like a lonely human being who had come to the wilderness, and the man in front of her was a hungry wolf. In the wilderness, the laws of human society had no effect whatsoever; she was a helpless child who could only be torn apart and ravaged by the hungry wolf.

If she obeyed and pleased this man, would she not be harmed? She didn’t really know, but she could only try. She knew that her actions were lewd, shameful, and had nothing to do with elegance; they reflected her weakness, humiliation, insult, and defilement. But she had no choice.

She struggled to pull her still-mobile arm towards the sleeve and shoulder, slipping it into the already soaking wet front of her sports shirt. With difficulty, she used that arm to lift the hem of her shirt, but just as she was about to do so, she suddenly remembered—oh my god, her underwear was a specially chosen sexy lace bra.

She had only worn it out of curiosity and to accentuate her figure, but now, she was forced to helplessly show this perverted man her underwear… He would definitely laugh and humiliate her. Why had she gone on this date, especially wearing such underwear on such a perverted occasion? How lewd and proactive she seemed!

She hesitated, struggled, but she knew the man before her was enjoying her hesitation and struggle, her humiliation and sorrow. She had no choice. Gritting her teeth, she lifted the hem of her shirt, poked her head out from under the top of her head, and removed the entire shirt from her body. But because one arm was still bound, she could only hang it on that arm.

Zhou Jin knew she must look utterly disheveled, but from another angle, she was also certain she looked incredibly alluring. Her upper body was practically naked; her shoulders, neck, arms, and collarbone—presumably her proud, shapely curves—were now stained crimson with wine. Her lower abdomen was also exposed; how long had it been since she'd shown her lovely navel to a man? And in the center were her most prized, full breasts—the waves, the roundness, the elasticity—breasts every man wanted to caress, kiss, cherish, suckle, twist, violate, and ravage. They were held in place by her bra, accentuated and lifted, the most exquisite lace fabric complementing the smoothest flesh of a woman's breasts to create the most beautiful, and most tempting, sinful beauty.

And below her navel, her buttocks and long legs were still encased in cropped jeans. Waiting for the man before her to give his command. Would he succumb to the temptation of her body and pounce on her, raping, humiliating, and toying with her? Or would he order her to continue removing her bra, exposing her breasts and the nipples—symbols of life and eroticism, purity and depravity? Or would he prefer her predicament in her bikini and force her to take off her jeans first? But taking off a sweatshirt with one hand was difficult enough; taking off jeans... she really didn't know how to do it... God, she was actually thinking about how to take off her pants for a man to admire her body. She must have been driven mad by this man, driven to madness.

The man panted as he approached, indeed attracted by her lewd and seductive appearance, and couldn't resist doing something to her body. But this man leaned down and began sucking the wine from her shoulders and collarbone.

"Ah..." Zhou Jin hadn't expected that a mere kiss and a suck would make her almost moan. The tongue on her shoulder was sending shivers down her lower abdomen, making her feel as if her soul was being sucked away. The man's tongue roamed over her shoulder, and Zhou Jin felt almost suffocated by the sensation. For the sake of her dignity, she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan: "No..." Good

heavens, her "no" sounded nothing like that of a woman about to be raped; it sounded more like a seductive invitation and coquettish plea from a lover. Why? Was it the intoxicating scent of wine on her body and breasts? Or was it that this man's "playful" style was truly unique and made it hard for her to resist?

The man's sucking evolved into a slight chewing sensation, and he began to bite at her shoulder. The slight pain and pressure created a sensation in Zhou Jin's mind, a mixture of torment and ecstasy. He then started tearing at the strap of her right shoulder, continuing to rip at the bra strap. This tearing inevitably shifted the bra cups, the silk padding rubbing against her breasts and nipples.

The bra was completely soaked in red wine; the friction seemed to melt the wine and her nipples together, releasing a fragrance that mingled with her natural scent, or perhaps with the aroma of her breasts…

"Ah..." Zhou Jin cried, crying helplessly, desolately, lonely, and weakly... She didn't know what was going on. Although she was being held captive and coerced by the man before her, threatened with violence, and forced to do something with him, she would absolutely define everything that was going to happen tonight as rape, humiliation, and defilement, and that she was being forced. But at this moment, half-naked, with her bra being torn off and her body being played with by the man, she still had one right hand that could move, but she had no strength at all, not even to make a symbolic push.

She could lie to herself that it was all her fear, and her instinct to protect herself from provoking this man. But deep down, she also knew that, beyond these factors, she had to admit that she was being played with in this forbidden and sensual violation, feeling as if she were in heaven.

Until the man seemed to have had enough of playing with her bare shoulders, and had already torn the bra straps up to her arms, and raised his head, she was almost reluctant to see the man leave. The man paused only briefly, then exclaimed, "You have a great figure. One of the straps has come off, and your bra still holds up. Your breasts... are quite impressive..."

She suddenly felt angry again. She was angry at her own weakness, angry at the frustration of being manipulated by this man. She even recalled the alluring feelings she had when she wore this lingerie earlier that day. She even felt a momentary hatred for her own appearance and figure, because all of this was about to be defiled and played with by this man... She spat, swallowed hard, and held back her tears, as if desperately trying to show that she could suppress her fear and longing. With a broken sob, she cursed, "If you're going to rape me, then rape me! Stop talking nonsense!"

At that moment, another drop of clear red liquid fell down her nose, shimmering like a tiny ruby in the dim light of the room. She had probably been crying and shouting for a long time, and was so thirsty that she couldn't resist some kind of temptation. She secretly let a drop of wine slide onto her lips with her breathing and licked it. It

was very mellow, so it was a little bitter.

Chapter 9: Ishikawa Yue – Gentleness and Tyranny.

Ishikawa Yue watched with great interest this beautiful woman struggling futilely between submission and resistance, appreciating her complex expression and humiliating actions. He also observed the beautiful woman's body with great interest; the delicate lace lingerie in wine-red, paired with jeans, her bare waist was exquisitely beautiful; her oval navel, nestled in the center of her firm abdomen, gave one the urge to dig it out; yet the lace trim of her underwear peeking out from the edge of her jeans tempted one to explore more of the woman's secrets.

"Just rape her, stop talking nonsense!" This woman named Zhou Jin was already at her mercy, yet she still tried to preserve her last shred of dignity with some kind of language, emitting hoarse, angry shouts. But within these shouts, besides the hateful curses, there was a clear hint of invitation, even if it was an invitation to "come in quickly, finish quickly."

Chuan Yue, however, was in no hurry, continuing his appreciation with a gentle gaze. The beautiful woman was wearing a matching set of high-end burgundy lace lingerie. Looking at her breasts, now glistening with drops of red wine, like roses adorned with dewdrops, he was indeed somewhat parched. This woman's breasts, in terms of cup size, were probably only a C+, not a D, but the overall effect of her breasts, encased in the lingerie, was so captivating, creating a sense of fullness and firmness. He

couldn't resist, extending two fingers and touching the deep, tightly pressed cleavage on either side, where the softness of the breasts was clearly visible. The flesh around her breasts was already soaked with red wine. As he moved his fingers, some of the juice was pushed onto his fingertips, pressing into the pores of her breasts, as if trying to press it into her heart. The woman beneath him let out a muffled groan at this touch, but he ignored it, slowly moving his fingers downwards, downwards, towards the cleavage, tracing a path from between the two jade peaks, slow yet resolute, yet tender. He reached the point where her breasts were gathered at the bra cups. The soft touch of his fingertips, then, as if playfully, he explored and teased the small decorative embroidered bow at the connection between the two bra cups. Slowly, he opened the left cup, adding another finger, this time his thumb. But instead of digging in, his thumb lingered on the outside of the bra cup, touching the texture and feeling the fingertips that also enveloped and pressed against her breasts. His index and middle fingers gently probed and kneaded along the peak of her breast, the fingertips glistening with the slippery liquid, yet still feeling a firm, bouncy texture.

Chuan Yue seemed somewhat puzzled; this sensation seemed to stem from some kind of suppressed development. What woman doesn't desire a perfect breast shape? But in this era, few girls consciously exercise their chest muscles during puberty. While increasing muscle fibers in the breasts would make them more shapely and firm, it inevitably reduces fat volume and softness. Although this gradually aligns with modern aesthetics, the woman beneath him developed early—perhaps a decade or two ago…would little girls do this?

Well, let's ignore that for now. His fingertips continued their gentle incline, the skin transitioning from a smooth surface to a softer, fuller texture. Finally, his index and middle fingers pinched the rounded nipple, symbolizing motherhood and the mysterious secrets of a woman, while his thumb slowly applied pressure outside the bra cup. But he still controlled his fingertips, gently rubbing the wine over and over again, as if raindrops were nourishing her, as if a gentle breeze were blowing, as if a baby were licking her, as if a lover were tenderly caressing her. His fingers soaked her nipples with the wine.

Sure enough, the woman beneath him couldn't resist this primal, tender caress that a woman craved most. She clenched her teeth, her face flushed red, not wanting to show any expression or sound of pleasure in front of the rapist who was ravaging her—that would only make her more adorable, more alluring. But she couldn't resist. Her nostrils flared, her body grew increasingly tense, and her long legs, still encased in her jeans, began to rub against each other involuntarily, her alluring buttocks beginning to undulate slightly with a rhythmic twist. Finally, she cried again, tears welling up and being squeezed out of her eyes. With the flow of tears, it seemed as if she had finally relaxed after being powerless to resist, "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." she began to let out soft, seductive moans of surrender. Those moans, tinged with soft sobs, told of this woman's submission.

However, this wasn't just what Chuan Yue wanted. The alluring sound had only lasted ten seconds when Chuan Yue's expression shifted to a savage grin. Suddenly, his middle and index fingers transformed from gentle kneading into a lightning-fast pinching and squeezing, harder and harder, while his thumb outside the bra exerted even more brutal force, pushing against every thread of the bra cup, applying shocking pressure to Zhou Jin's breasts, almost crushing her nipples.

"Ah..." The girl beneath him never imagined he would be so cruel, turning his gentle, aphrodisiac caresses into such ravaging and torment. She screamed hoarsely and wildly, "Ah...it hurts...it hurts so much...stop...stop..." Unable to bear it any longer, she desperately pounded on Chuan Yue's chest and pulled at his arm with her still-mobile right hand, hoping to pull away the hand that was ravaging her delicate breasts. Of course, it was all in vain against Chuan Yue's strength, only increasing his pleasure and her endless pain.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts so much...it's broken..." she cried desperately, but Chuan Yue continued to ravage her, concentrating all his strength on her nipples, that area where delicate nerves were concentrated. No woman, no one, could endure such pain. The woman beneath him was crying as if she were about to faint, and the arm that was pulling at her hand seemed to be losing its last strength, perhaps about to fall into some kind of coma to escape the pain.

He was satisfied, a cruel smile spreading across his face, before abruptly and without warning ceasing his efforts. The girl gasped, trembling with fear as she looked at him. She dared not resist any longer, almost obediently arching her chest. Yes, it was a genuine, instinctive fear of pain. He would rather let himself "play" with her breasts more, lose more dignity, and be violated more, than endure real physical pain.

"Please...please...please...you...promised...don't...don't hurt me..." This was different from her previous tone, which had sounded like negotiation or insults. She was truly afraid, truly begging him. Her face, besides the wine and tears that had just flowed down, was now covered in cold sweat from the pain.

"Pull down your jeans and let me see..." Chuan Yue continued to play with her breasts, but he no longer tormented her; he only played with and caressed them. But Zhou Jin was indeed afraid. She no longer dared to argue with Chuan Yue. She had probably lost the courage to resist. To some extent, she probably just hoped it would all end quickly, no longer hoping to lessen the humiliation and shame along the way. Trembling, she reached down to her lower abdomen, like a toy that obeyed his every command without regard for its own dignity, and unbuttoned her jeans. "Sizzle..." She humiliatingly pulled down the zipper of her jeans, resignedly pulling it down a few inches, obediently displaying her private parts to Chuan Yue. It was indeed a matching set of underwear, lace, wine-red low-rise panties. The curve in the middle was slightly downward. It was as if there was nothing to cover except the triangle of her vulva.

The lace panties outlined the entire female hip area so alluringly. The lines of the pelvis were so clear, and two bony, rounded protrusions rose from the edge of the panties, those were the dimples of the pelvis, the pride of a woman's beautiful figure. However, even these lines could no longer capture his gaze, for he could now clearly see the shape of her vulva, enveloped by the soft red lace fabric between her panties—soft, delicate, and the act of concealing and covering her seemed more like an invitation, a temptation. And at this moment, a sense of helplessness, a sorrowful resignation to his own defilement, was added.

Chuan Yue withdrew his hand, which had been ravaging Zhou Jin's breasts, giving her a brief respite. He unbuckled his belt, pulled it out, and tossed it onto the sofa. Although he felt a strong desire emanating from his lower abdomen, he didn't want to simply rush forward and pull out his penis. To truly enjoy a woman, one must also completely open one's body. He wasn't in a hurry; there was still a long night ahead.

He unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, revealing his well-defined pectoral muscles, visible even beneath his bra. He removed his bra, exposing his skin to a satisfying hue, and pulled his pants down between his legs. He then gently patted his groin against the crotch of his underwear before finally pulling it down completely, exposing his skin to the air.

He undressed with an air of elegance, unlike a rapist eager for a quick finish or an inexperienced molester. He resembled a tender lover, displaying a natural and seductive display during lovemaking. Chuan Yue was confident in his physique, honed by nearly 20 years of athletic training. Moreover, he wanted to take this opportunity to admire Zhou Jin's expression once more; that too was a kind of enjoyment.

The beautiful woman on the bed now lay helplessly on her back, her hair disheveled and scattered on the pillows. She was panting and sobbing, her face streaked with faint, yet somewhat sorrowful, makeup from crying. Her sensual lips trembled slightly. Her burgundy bra was completely disheveled, supporting her breasts beneath her delicate collarbones. The burgundy lace accentuated the snow-white flesh under the light, but traces of spilled wine were faintly visible on her breasts. Having been played with for a while, the bra cups had shifted, and a cute, purplish-red nipple was about to protrude from the edge of the cup, rising and falling slightly with Zhou Jin's breath, seemingly absorbing the wine from her breast. Her abdomen was remarkably smooth and delicate, a feature that stood out. She was slightly thin, but not weak; instead, her firmness and a small section of muscle, showing signs of exercise, highlighted the healthy charm of this female instructor. Her lower body was also covered in wine-red lace, the edge of her panties very low, revealing glimpses of pubic hair, the straight lines of her pelvis, and the rounded curves of her buttocks, endlessly exuding the allure of her hips. Her jeans were only partially pulled down, not completely off, but her thighs were already exposed; this open and closed state, along with her wrists hanging limply to one side, seemed like an invitation.

The beautiful woman was terrified. Although she was sobbing and crying, although her teeth were clenched, and although she could still move one hand, she showed no violent resistance or expression. She seemed to resign herself to her fate, awaiting his further actions. When he pulled his already erect penis out of her panties, the woman seemed to see it, immediately closing her eyes in disgust. But Chuan Yue could read a slight sense of relief behind this disgust; a flush of shame and indignation rose on her mostly naked skin.

Looking at the scene, it seemed almost unreal—just an ordinary woman, meticulously prepared, dressed in exquisite and sexy lingerie, engaging in romantic and seductive sexual intercourse with her husband or lover. However, the arm still handcuffed to the bed frame, dangling precariously, seemed to be a constant reminder that tonight was a thrilling act of rape, or at least a thrilling act of forced sexual intercourse. This woman was helpless, being violated and played with by herself, yet still in a state of pain and confusion, unable to understand what was happening tonight.

Chuan Yue extended a finger, inserting it into Zhou Jin's panties from the edge of her crotch, pulling them down along the elastic edge. As if instinctively, Zhou Jin's still-mobile hand reached out to pull at her panties, seemingly to stop him, but perhaps only symbolically expressing her chastity and resistance. "No…" The word, laced with a weak moan, escaped her lips. This was of course powerless to stop Chuan Yue, and she dared not truly resist with any strength. Chuan Yue slowly pulled down her panties, from her round buttocks, gradually rolling them into a cotton loop before pulling them down. However, Chuan Yue had a mischievous streak; instead of completely removing the panties, he slightly lifted Zhou Jin's body, pulling her already unbuttoned jeans down to her knees, and then pulling the lace panties down to her thighs. This action not only completely exposed Zhou Jin's vulva but also made her two slender legs, covered not only by jeans but also by the lace of her panties, appear even more erotic against the backdrop of her delicate, snow-white skin, yet with a helpless discomfort, making it difficult for her to move.

Chuan Yue observed Zhou Jin's genitals with appreciation. Her dark, glossy pubic hair appeared to have been trimmed, but not frequently. Two anemone-like folds protected her labia majora. Her labia majora were a warm brown, exuding a mature allure, while the outer surface was remarkably clean, soft, and supple, reflecting a purity hidden within this maturity. However, on the inner surface, a small bud was faintly visible, protruding and glistening with a glistening fluid.

She wasn't fully aroused yet, but having been played with in this lewd environment for so long, her body faithfully reflected a natural desire that had been pent up for a long time.

Chuan Yue reached out and touched Zhou Jin's bud, gently pinching it. "Ah..." Zhou Jin seemed struck by lightning, letting out a humiliated yet yearning moan. The bud, as if activated by this touch, suddenly became moist, overflowing with even more fluid.

Chuan Yue was pleased, satisfied, and enjoyed the scene. He continued teasing and caressing the bud, slowly moving inwards to explore further. Amidst the slippery touch, he explored the mysterious fleshy walls, the juices increasing, becoming ever wetter. Naturally, he heard the young beauty's helpless groans, succumbing to her primal desires: "Mmm..." "Ah..." "Please..." "No..." His fingers were

now soaked with juices after a few more touches. Chuan Yue suddenly shook his head, stopped, and chuckled admiringly, as if talking to himself, saying, "I would never say those things..."

The beautiful woman, already resigned to her fate, was practically in a daze, too weak to speak to him, though her eyes held a hint of confusion, as if asking what he meant by his words.

Chuan Yue muttered to himself, "I won't say those things from pornographic novels. Like, 'Your body is so honest,' 'You're all wet down there,' 'You're a slutty woman...' because those are just flirting. I flirt with women too, but I flirt for a better experience and pleasure. In other words, whether you're honest or dishonest, slutty or not, it won't change my decision to play with you tonight..."

Zhou Jin, almost in a daze, gritted her teeth, mustered a sliver of courage, and turned her head away, letting out a soft but indignant curse, "Pervert!"

Chuan Yue ignored him and continued his favorite self-talk: "I won't say anything, look at you dressed so provocatively... Women should wear beautiful, sexy lingerie, even if no one is going to play with your body tonight, you should still dress nicely. It's a good habit, and I won't humiliate you because of it. That's not good, that's unfair. If I say too much, you might become self-destructive and refuse to wear nice lingerie anymore, that wouldn't be good for you..." He spoke as if he were a sophisticated fashion expert, spouting pure fashion pronouncements.

For some reason, Zhou Jin suddenly felt relieved. From the moment she woke up until now, she had gone from initial fear to despair. Her biggest worry was that this man might harm or even kill her after raping her... She vaguely sensed that this man might dare to do such lawless things. From this perspective, that's why she didn't dare mention the camera that was clearly filming the whole thing later on.

Being coerced and controlled was certainly terrifying, but nothing was more terrifying than death. She'd rather experience many unpleasant things than face a death threat. And this man, with his ever-changing expressions, was commenting on her underwear. Since he mentioned "later...", it at least meant that in his subconscious, she still had a future...

But then, the man suddenly changed his expression again, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

"I can get you in a more direct way..." Chuan Yue seemed to notice Zhou Jin's slight relaxation. Suddenly, taking advantage of this momentary relaxation, without any warning, he stopped his self-talk and aimed his penis at Zhou Jin's slightly parted vulva, thrusting it in. And without any tenderness or buffer, he thrust all the way in, touching Zhou Jin's uterine wall.

"Ah..." Zhou Jin let out another hoarse scream of pain.

Chapter 10: Zhou Jin - The Question of Nature

When Chuan Yue's hot and hard penis entered her vagina, Zhou Jin naturally felt the shame, anger, sorrow, and even utter despair of being raped. On the other hand, she had to admit that even in such a lewd scene, even with her cheeks and nipples still aching, even with her right arm still bound, at least when her genitals were violated, a certain pleasure, reaching every capillary, was born within her.

Of course, there was sexual pleasure; it was an unstoppable female bodily instinct. The feeling of fullness in her lower body was painful yet filled with desire and stimulation. The inner walls of her vagina seemed to have countless sensitive trigger points; when rubbed by the hard penis, every nerve transmitted a shameful pleasure to her brain. After all, she hadn't had sex in a long time.

But on the other hand, she had another peculiar feeling. It was a different kind of psychological stimulation and satisfaction. This man was too perverted, suddenly forceful, suddenly gentle, his methods cruel, bringing intense fear, and also symbolizing the true nature of masculinity—power. Today, she had completely lost her dignity and abandoned her composure. At this moment, she could have pushed him away, screamed, cried for help, even kicked him with her well-trained, powerful legs, but she dared not, could not, and lacked the strength and courage to do any of it… She felt weak and helpless. In the past five or six years, which had been filled with hardship and vicissitudes, in those five or six years of playing with life and mocking men, she had never felt this way. She felt as if she was no longer an adult woman, but had returned to more than ten years ago. Returned to that day, returned to that terrible night that she had deliberately tried to forget, as if it had never happened. But this sense of powerlessness, fear, and collapse brought such a strong, piercing pleasure. It was like a wonderful magic trick that oscillated between pleasure and pain. All of it turned into shameful moans of “Ugh…”, “Mmm…”, “Ah…”, “No…”.

The man thrust in and out, her moans growing louder and louder, the man’s breathing becoming heavier and heavier, seemingly more and more satisfied. But it seemed there was no sign of stopping. The man lifted her waist from behind again. She was powerless to resist, completely at his mercy, not knowing what he was going to do. The man reached down and caressed her back, unhooking her bra, then letting it fall back down. Instead of tearing it off, he pushed it up to her breasts, completely exposing them. He grabbed her breasts with both hands, seemingly using simultaneous, lewd acts from above and below to amplify his pleasure.

She couldn't resist, nor dared to resist. On the other hand, she also seemed to hope that the man would play with and soothe her breasts while raping her. Her breasts were kneaded and turned. "Play with me, touch me... but don't hurt me like before..." This desire seemed to be calling out in her heart, though she wouldn't say it aloud.

But this vicious, terrifying, and perverted man seemed to be able to read her mind, as if he could hear her desire to be completely possessed and humiliated. Not only did the slapping sounds of his crotch against her thighs intensify, but he also bent down and began to play with her nipples with his tongue and teeth.

Zhou Jin's consciousness grew increasingly blurred, but she felt her entire body convulsing completely. Waves of pleasure surged from her genitals and breasts, from her skin, from every pore, transmitting to her brain and then back through her nerves. She closed her eyes, no longer able to care about any dignity, and cried out even more pitifully yet lewdly, "Waaah..." "Ah..." "No..." "Hmm..." Her mind was filled with some kind of light and shadow effects. One moment, she seemed to be back a few months ago, seeing Xu Shasha's body, feeling her inner turmoil and jealousy; the next moment, she seemed to be drinking and having fun with her TV host best friend at Topfun; the next moment, she seemed to be a lewd middle-aged man hitting on her in a bar, being mocked by her; the next moment, she seemed to be her father's aged face; the next moment, she seemed to be having a passionate sex scene with that high school teacher; the next moment, she seemed to be the nervousness of the young track and field senior who took her virginity for the first time when he took off her virgin underwear; the next moment, she seemed to be standing on the diving board again, wearing a one-piece swimsuit, showing the purity of a girl and the health of an athlete, enjoying the encouragement of her coach and father, and the envious gazes of her classmates.

"Ah..." She climaxed, streams of unknown fluids gushing out from the point where their genitals were joined. She even suspected there was urine inside, but she didn't care anymore. Just let herself pass out. Just let herself die like this.

She suddenly cried again, this time with helpless, desolate tears. She struggled, pleading softly, "Don't...shoot inside...please...don't shoot inside..."

This man was really strong; he hadn't even reached his climax yet. Although she could gradually feel him approaching the point of ejaculation, he still managed to tease her, "You tell me...where to shoot, where to shoot, if you say it well, I'll let you go..."

"Shoot outside..."

"No..."

"Waaah...shoot on my stomach, okay?"

"No...say it properly..."

“Shoot…shoot on my chest, shoot on my face, shoot on my breasts, shoot anywhere, okay…please let me go, don’t ruin me…waaaah…”

The man roared, and actually spared her, withdrawing from her already stretched and painfully open vagina, haphazardly shooting several thick streams of semen onto the carpet beside her.

Zhou Jin was somewhat surprised. She was just about to have this thought, “The nightmare is finally over?” The man grinned maliciously, leaning over her, one hand pinching her nipple again: “It’s not that I don’t like shooting on you…but tonight is still long…it’s a bit of a pity to have made you so disheveled so quickly…” “You’re

already…satisfied…what else do you want to do?” The afterglow of the orgasm hadn’t faded, and Zhou Jin’s anger and reserve were rising again, unable to help but grit her teeth fiercely.

“Satisfied? This is just the beginning, okay? Not exciting enough…let me rest for a bit, then we’ll play again…this time…like this, this time you wrap your breasts and bra together, make me hard, and then I’ll do something else…”

"Pervert...pervert...pervert...beast...filthy..." Zhou Jin couldn't help but curse, but her words were weak and feeble. Thinking of her humiliated and lewd appearance today, and feeling the shame of her utterly destroyed dignity, she momentarily abandoned her fear, as if trying to pick up her shattered chastity and dignity again. She spat in a low voice, "I'll call the police, I'll call the police...you'll go to jail..."

But as soon as she said this, she suddenly regretted it. She was afraid that this man, whose true nature and personality she couldn't figure out, might become angry and hurt her because of her words... Being raped was certainly shameful, but she wasn't a virgin anymore, and he hadn't actually ejaculated inside her. As long as she could escape, it was still a loss of control, at most she could think of it as being haunted by a ghost. If she angered this man, he might really hurt her, or imprison her, or... She didn't dare to think any further. Her face flushed, then turned pale.

Fortunately, the man seemed not to hear her. After catching his breath, he appeared to have regained his strength. He climbed onto her body, placed his penis against her breasts, and began to prick her nipples with the head of his penis. This sensation wasn't as intense as the vigorous abuse with his hands and mouth, but the humiliation and lust symbolized by his penis, steaming with residual semen, made this simple touching and pricking a forbidden stimulation unlike anything else in typical lewd play. Again and again, her breasts were finally damp with the wine, which was now mixing with her semen. She swayed her head from side to side, as if trying to escape this humiliation, but she was helpless. She was also afraid of what she had said earlier, worried that she might have angered this perverted man too much. For some reason, she actually began to slightly twist her back and rotate her chest, as if to serve her nipples by touching the man's penis.

"Ah..." She couldn't help but moan again. Touch was one thing, but the submission and humiliation symbolized by such actions were far more stimulating. However, she realized that merely moving her body to touch this man, while stimulating and tempting, was unlikely to bring him to his true, ultimate desire. She didn't want to be slowly humiliated by him all night; she wanted him to reach his next climax as quickly as possible. She reached out her still-functioning hand, trembling, and, almost inexplicably, did exactly as the man had requested, humiliatingly cupping her breasts and using her hand to rub her flesh and nipples against the head of his penis.

Once, then again, then another circle... Good heavens, she was actually doing such a lewd act. Was she a prostitute? Or a sex slave who would stop at nothing to give a man pleasure? She sobbed, but had to continue. Clutching her bra and breasts, she had little strength left. The man's penis was erect again, but ejaculating to the point of maximizing his pleasure seemed difficult. Zhou Jin just wanted it over quickly, sobbing as she said, "Could you...let go of my hand...so I can...do something..."

She glanced timidly at the man, as if trying to express something, or perhaps trying to retract the angry threat of calling the police she had just blurted out. She said, "I have no strength left...I won't run away...can you let go of my hand..." She seemed to be gambling on the man's strange, unpredictable fetish. Suddenly, resigned, she continued her intermittent pleading, "Let go of my hand...I won't run away, I won't resist...You have a video...I won't call the police...I...tonight...I can stay with you all night...you can do whatever you want...please...don't hurt me, okay?"

The man seemed to laugh, managing to resist her already pleading request to continue providing him with lingerie and breast sex—a request so lewd and pleasurable. He actually climbed off the bed and pulled a DSLR camera from his backpack on a stool.

"Pervert!" Zhou Jin couldn't help but yell again, "You've already recorded a video... why are you taking pictures?... Pervert..."

"The dynamic imaging principle of a video camera is different from that of a still camera. To achieve the best effect, still photos and moving images must be considered separately... This camera is one I brought today, especially this lens, which is very rare. It's a Leica 50mm prime lens with an aperture of 0.95, a top-of-the-line professional portrait lens. It's very valuable for capturing details of skin and clothing. Don't underestimate this small lens; it's much more expensive than the camera itself. It's not something the average photography enthusiast can afford. However, it's a prime lens, so the distance can't be adjusted. If you cooperate a bit, it's a trade-off. We'll take a few pictures, then we'll play with your body... Your clothes aren't completely ruined yet, hanging..." "Your body looks great too. A woman's body, nude, has its own feel, but adding some accessories can achieve a different kind of optimal visual effect. Wait a minute, let's get your body warmer before we take nude photos. Now, like this, messy underwear, half-undressed and half-covered, works better. No, you don't need to smile, you need to look pitiful with teary eyes, that's more suitable for this theme..."

Zhou Jin was almost used to the perverted behavior of this man who seemed to suddenly switch between different channels. She was just a little amused by his sudden "camera lens knowledge popularization." Who exactly was this man who seemed to change his style all the time? Was this rape? Or coercion? Or the beginning of endless perverted behavior? These were the questions of nature. But what she feared most was: would she be able to leave here intact today?

The amazing man clicked a few times, looked at the results on the camera screen, and suddenly laughed, saying, "You're really photogenic. It's a pity you didn't achieve much as an athlete, and there aren't many stories to dig up... You're a bit too ordinary... Otherwise... I'd really be willing to pull some strings and talk to Frank to give you a few more shots in that film. I'm also contacting Hexi Sports Network; I'm planning a series of online live-stream videos about the lives of retired athletes... It's a pity you're not really suitable..."

Zhou Jin was almost driven mad by him. Had he really suddenly gone crazy again, treating this as a date, a normal business conversation between a low-level civil servant and an assistant coach?

"Have you taken enough pictures?" She wanted to continue cursing fiercely, but she didn't have much strength. Perhaps she was infected by the man's seriousness, or perhaps her mind was a little confused by the inexplicable yet humiliating and terrifying experience of the night. As the man continued to press the shutter, she couldn't help but slightly adjust the position of her legs and arms. "I hope the result will be better..." This thought, though fleeting, made her feel so ashamed she almost died... What was wrong with her that this man would so bewitchingly agree with her? What artistic beauty could there be in filming a rape? This was humiliating material obtained through coercion, not a sexual game between lovers; that was a matter of nature.

The man seemed finally satisfied with the image on the camera screen, and placed the machine with the eerily glowing lens on the table. He then leaned in again, beginning a new round of torment and humiliation. This time, he used his tongue to lick down her face, bit by bit, as if savoring the taste of her pores and skin, sliding over her nose, cheeks, lips, chin, and neck, licking all the way to her collarbone, finally tearing off the bra that was still on her chest. At first, Zhou Jin found his licking disgusting, but slowly, she felt a tingling, itchy discomfort. When he licked her nipples and lower abdomen, she felt dizzy again, her whole body burning hot, as if this man's tongue was warming her up. Her private parts, perhaps because of the previous rape and now the tongue rape, had become accustomed to a certain intense stimulation, instinctively craving another violation. She couldn't help but twist her buttocks, her breathing became heavy again, and even biting her lower lip hard couldn't completely suppress her desire. "Mmm..." she began to moan again.

The man licked his way down to her pelvis, his hands tearing off the jeans she was still barely wearing around her ankles and the lace panties that had slipped down to her knees. Zhou Jin was finally completely naked… but at this moment, nakedness was no longer a matter of shame for her, but rather a burning, burning, and even more intense desire. She had to suppress herself desperately, repeatedly craving some rationality from her mind. The man's tongue… finally touched her vulva… parting her labia, beginning to lick and suck on the tender flesh that she herself rarely touched.

Oh God… that warm, moist invasion, every touch made her feel like she was about to explode. She twisted, twisted, struggled, struggled, burning, burning. She was no longer resisting Chuan Yue's invasion, but resisting her own soul. She absolutely could not, absolutely could not succumb, absolutely could not be intoxicated…

She had to at least hold onto one bottom line: tonight, after all, was rape!!! She could barely accept succumbing to violence, being controlled by videos, even being seduced by money and coerced by power. But tonight, after all, was rape! That was the nature of the act.

As waves of pleasure washed over her, she was already in a daze, unaware of what Chuan Yue was doing to her body… She could no longer distinguish between light and shadow, between form and touch, between hearing and touch, between time and space… Deep inside, it was as if another self was sincerely thanking tonight's rape feast… In her ordinary life, which could no longer shine with any special brilliance, to have such a night, should she hate this man, hate him to the point of tearing him apart with her teeth, or should she be grateful to this man, for at least he had given her an unforgettable thrill and pleasure? Even the humiliation… he humiliated her so earnestly.

No, this was rape; she was a girl being violated; this was a man's violent oppression of her. She felt disgust, pain, and humiliation… absolutely no enjoyment or intoxication, no anticipation or desire. That was the nature of the act. Where is the sky? Where is the bed? Where are my thoughts? ...

At some point, Chuan Yue rolled his already hot and limp body onto his side, beginning a new round of attacks from behind. She obediently spread her legs, letting that hot penis once again visit her genitals, even being enveloped and served by her snow-white, smooth buttocks...

When the penis penetrated her vagina again, she let out another painful groan, but she couldn't distinguish whether this pain was truly pain or a pleasurable call of enjoyment.

Is the night deep? Is the night still long? Is the night still shallow? When will dawn arrive?

Zhou Jin lay on her side, her handcuffed arm seemingly completely detached from her brain, hanging limply, oblivious even to the bloodstains on her wrist. Lying on her side, she was being pounded by Chuan Yue's body, her flesh undulating rhythmically. Her dazed eyes, peering through the window, seemed to see the starlight reflected in Xiyue Lake outside, as if they could see vibrant colors and black and white hues...

When the deep pleasure and scalding heat surged from the depths of her vagina, she finally fainted...

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