Slave City: Malicious (01) Kidnapping

At 7:30 a.m., Zetian walked out of his house as usual. A yellow van was parked ahead; its
windows were tinted so the interior was obscured, suggesting it was from out of town. May had arrived, the weather was warming, and he was wearing his new
jeans and a t-shirt, walking down the riverbank to work.

This was a corner of Edogawa Ward in Tokyo, a vast residential area; looking down from the hillside, one could see the bustling
central district.

Zetian was 27 years old and had been married to his wife, Xiao Qing, who was the same age, for three years. They worked for different companies. Zetian was a high
school Chinese teacher, having just completed three years of teaching, while Xiao Qing was a mid-level manager at a large company,
always busy with work, leaving early and returning late. Especially in the last six months, the couple had practically had no sex life.

At 7:40 a.m., Zetian walked along the riverbank to the intersection and gently pushed open the door of the convenience store.

"Mr. Ze, you're here again."

A gentle woman at the cashier said, "Excuse me for asking, did Miri get into trouble again yesterday?
I noticed she came home with a gloomy face and didn't even want to eat dinner. I was just thinking..."

"She had a little disagreement with her classmates, but don't worry, Mrs. Shizuko, she's a high school student, these things
pass quickly."

Ze Tian chatted with Shizuko, buying three packs of chewing gum with practiced ease. While paying, he added, "But
the milk I bought last night seems to be out of stock. Could you get some more quickly? My sister-in-law really likes it. Last night,
on her first visit, she had a bowl of milk before bed, and she was quite impressed."

Shizuko chuckled inwardly. She knew all about Ze Tian's family. Just yesterday, the lady of the house's sister came to stay, and she
was probably playing mahjong the whole time, because the living room lights didn't go out until dawn. Jingzi lived nearby, running her
convenience store "Liangfang" all by herself. She worked long hours every day, naturally giving her the opportunity to observe her neighbors' lives.

"That's an honor, don't worry, Mr. Zetian, I'll go get more stock this afternoon."

Satisfied with the reply, Zetian paid, pocketed his chewing gum, and left the convenience store to continue his journey down the mountain to
work.

He experienced things like this almost every day.

Jingzi was 34 years old. Due to certain circumstances, she gave birth to a daughter at a young age and was
abandoned by her lover. Fortunately, the convenience store, inherited from her father, allowed her to survive, though often
struggling financially, at least providing a livelihood. Zetian and his wife moved to Japan and settled there. After learning about Jingzi's situation,
they spontaneously became regulars at "Liangfang," and three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Zetian was a very lucky man.

He and his wife, Xiao Qing, met in university, but their family backgrounds were completely different. Zetian was just an ordinary student, while
Xiao Qing was a wealthy heiress from a prestigious family, possessing beauty, figure, and intelligence, attracting numerous suitors. Perhaps it was
because she was tired of ordinary rich kids that Xiao Qing chose Zetian, but this angered her father, leading to a severing of their
father-daughter relationship. Instead of inheriting the family business in China, she had to bring her husband to Japan to make a living.

Xiao Qing's sacrifice was considerable, but even so, three years into their marriage, Zetian still harbored doubts
.

After all, real life isn't a fairy tale; the union of a prince and princess is merely the beginning of a real story.
Could Xiao Qing truly remain devoted to a high school teacher after marriage, completely abandoning her past?

Zetian had serious doubts.

In fact, these doubts were confirmed last year.

Xiao Qing's current company was bought by her father last year. The general manager, who went to Japan, is a
wealthy second-generation heir with deep ties to the Xiao family. He's a thirty-year-old elite MBA, an unmarried diamond digger, and Xiao Qing's former
senior—a world apart from Ze Tian. As a man himself,
it's impossible for Ze Tian not to envy, be jealous of, or be wary of that guy's existence.

At 7:50, on the bus, Ze Tian chewed gum, fiddled with his phone, and browsed
the text message Xiao Qing had just sent.

"Zixuan is going to Waseda University tomorrow morning. Remember to ask for leave. I'll try to make time for myself and
ask for half a day off."

Zetian pondered for a moment and replied to the text message, "You're going on a business trip the day after tomorrow. Don't let it interfere with your business.
Make as many preparations as possible at this last minute. Don't force yourself if you don't have enough time. That girl has graduated from university; she's not a
child anymore."

There was no further contact after the text message. Just then, an old lady got up to get off the bus, and Zetian sat down for a short rest, letting out a soft sigh.

To be honest, his life this week had been quite eventful.

First, his sister-in-law, Xiao Zixuan, went to Japan to study for a two-year master's degree, which had clearly involved her and her husband.
He wondered what his father-in-law was thinking back in China. He had clearly cut off all contact with his eldest daughter, yet he still agreed
to this arrangement. Then there was Xiao Qing's business trip the day after tomorrow. Although the company sent more than one person,
the team leader happened to be the newly appointed general manager, Xiao Qing's senior from university.

"A rich second-generation, a single bachelor, Xiao Qing's senior from university, the designated
paratrooper for the overseas company his father-in-law ordered to acquire... That bastard old man just wants to separate us, doesn't he? What's his name again...?
What's Xiao Qing thinking...? This business trip will last five days..."

Ze Tian felt a headache coming on, even losing interest in listening to the station announcements.

For three years, he and Xiao Qing had been deeply in love in Japan, and although they still didn't have a child, they had put it on their agenda
. But despite their loving relationship, only Ze Tian knew the pressure he felt. Especially since that
bastard paratrooper appeared, while work kept him busy, what truly reduced the frequency of their intimacy
was the declining quality of their sex life.

His wife never complained, but even Ze Tian, as a man, hadn't been truly satisfied, let alone
Xiao Qing, as a woman.

Besides, Xiao Qing is truly an unparalleled beauty, and she's only just turned 27 this year. The business world and workplace
are complex environments; who knows how many malicious eyes are fixed on his elegant and charming wife? After all, at the end of the

day, he's just an ordinary high school teacher.

"Zixuan, did you get your brother-in-law's message? We'll take you to work tomorrow. Remember
to come back early tonight and go to bed early."

At 7:55, Xiao Qing
sent a text message to her younger sister, who was already out shopping in the city, while getting dressed in her bedroom.

"Okay, sister, you're so nagging..."

After receiving Zixuan's impatient exclamation, Xiao Qing chuckled and put down her phone.

The biggest advantage of her father acquiring the company was that it didn't matter if she went to work a little later, so for the past two months
, Xiao Qing had simply delayed her departure time to avoid the morning rush hour. But now, looking at the time, it really was getting
late. She quickly took off her capri pants, took a pair of black pantyhose from the bedside table, and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on
.

Xiao Qing's legs were slender and long, and her buttocks were perky and of moderate size, which looked even more beautiful with the pantyhose. The black stockings were
opaque and thick, completely concealing the matching panties underneath. Paired with a dark blue uniform skirt, they
gave her a model-like presence.

After putting on her lower garments, Xiao Qing removed her loungewear, put on a white shirt, buttoned it up,
tightly covering her slender neck, and then slipped on a suit jacket. She didn't rush to the entryway to put on her shoes; instead, she stood before the dressing table,
arranging her long, black hair and applying her final makeup to her reflection in the mirror.

As a shared bedroom for the couple, the room felt somewhat too cold and sterile, lacking warm-toned decorations
. Thinking back on recent times, the last time she and her husband had intimacy was… how long ago was that?

Xiao Qing applied foundation, her beautiful eyes sparkling, recalling her sister's visit the previous night. The young woman had
an adorable baby face, a completely different type of girl from her. And last night, she
kept calling him "brother-in-law," making her wonder if she was studying abroad or trying to seduce him…

"What am I thinking?"

Xiao Qing chuckled wryly.

It was true, for the past three years, her sex life with her husband, Zetian, hadn't been very harmonious, but it was all work-
related, not a problem with their relationship. Xiao Qing herself felt deeply repressed. While it hadn't reached
the point of needing a massage stick, sometimes when working overtime at the company, she could feel a faint heat in her private parts. Especially in the last two months,
probably due to some supplements, the frequency and intensity of this heat had increased, to the point that she had to
sneak off to the convenience store on her way to work to buy a new pair of underwear.

Just last night, Xiao Qing even started to wonder if she really needed to be like those "bad women,"
not relying on her husband and secretly masturbating instead.

At 8:05, after finishing her makeup, she got up and walked towards the entrance.

Standing by the door, she bent down, unhurriedly putting on her black high heels.

Zixuan's sandals were in the shoe cabinet; the girl had brought three pairs in total. She wore one pair today while shopping, and the other pair
remained in her suitcase in the guest room upstairs. On a whim, Xiao Qing compared them and noticed that the
girl's feet were slightly wider.

Xiao Qing thought carefully; in three years of marriage, she and her husband had never engaged in foot fetish.

In fact, what had they actually done?

It seemed to be just the most basic oral sex and missionary position.

Zetian wasn't a sex maniac, nor was she. If it weren't for adult videos to broaden their horizons, their knowledge in this area
would probably be at an elementary school level. Besides, frankly speaking, considering the "overall quality" of high school students these days, especially Japanese high school students
, these boys and girls could probably be their teachers.

Perhaps it was the tonic she ate this morning acting up, Xiao Qing thought wildly, and felt a warmth creeping up her private parts again.

She slipped on her high heels, straightened her skirt one last time, grabbed her handbag, and stepped out of the foyer.

It was already bright outside; the residential area was peaceful, the asphalt roads spotless. Looking down the hillside, Jingzi's
convenience store was just around the corner. Xiao Qing was her friend and knew how difficult life was for a single mother, especially
as Meili grew older, and daily expenses increased dramatically. Fortunately, she'd recently heard that Meili had finally found a boyfriend
; with a man to support the family, everything would surely improve.

Xiao Qing walked down the hill with light, elegant steps, her high heels clicking crisply on the pavement. Her knee-length
uniform skirt accentuated her hips, while her loose-fitting top didn't particularly flatter her figure. She strolled leisurely, passing their
house and two more houses before a yellow van parked by the roadside.

Xiao Qing veered slightly off the center of the road, veering to the other side.

With a whoosh, the van door suddenly burst open, and a man in black rushed out, covering
Xiao Qing's mouth with his hand.

"Mmm...mmm...!"

What was happening?!

Xiao Qing immediately struggled, but the man in black's left hand was like an iron clamp, firmly gripping her left arm and twisting it backward.
His right hand held a white handkerchief, tightly covering Xiao Qing's mouth, emitting a strange smell. A strong
wave of dizziness washed over her, and within moments, Xiao Qing's struggles weakened considerably. At the same time,
the man in black had already pulled her arm and pushed her into the van.

With a whoosh, the sliding door slammed shut—all within five seconds.

***
“Teacher, teacher?”

After the second class in the morning, a girl with pigtails blocked Zetian’s path. “Something’s fishy, a really
fishy thing.”

Zetian, holding his lesson plan, smiled at Jingzi’s daughter. “Miri-chan, I still have class to teach.
I’ll give you 30 seconds at most. Hurry up and tell me what you’re up to now.”

“What do you mean, ‘what’? I’m here to talk to you about something serious.”

Miri pouted and continued to block Zetian’s way with a straight face. “My mom and I both found out that you had
guests last night, and they were making a ruckus until dawn! Tell me quickly, tell me what happened.
It seems like Qing-nee’s sister checked in? But why did she stay up so late?”

Zetian felt a headache coming on. Fortunately, the classroom of Class 3A was noisy at the moment, and no one paid attention to his
conversation with Miri.

"Finally found a boyfriend, finally grown up, huh? Hurry back to your seat and wait for the next class, you brat!"

"Oh dear, the teacher's shy!"

"Just wait till I tell your mom tonight!"

"Welcome, welcome~!"

Thank goodness, no one else heard these conversations, especially that herbivore boy from Class 3B
. Zetian walked out of the room with his lesson plan, genuinely feeling sorry for the boy. He wondered how far this young
couple could go, and if they really got married, who would be bossing whom around.

In Japanese high schools, Chinese language teaching is naturally different from regular courses like Chinese literature and math;
it's on the same level as music, art, and physical education. As always, there weren't many classes today; after two classes in the morning, there would be a break. Zetian
easily returned to the office, greeted the over-fifty-year-old director, and went to his seat.

It was a little past ten in the morning. There were three people in the Chinese language teaching group: Zetian, the director, and
Xiao Wang, who had just started working in Japan last year. After finishing two classes, he sat next to Zetian and started playing on the computer. And,
exactly as Zetian expected, the kid was browsing Kabukicho's website as usual.

"Old Ze, did you see that? 'Candida' is open for business!"

Less than five minutes later, he said in a low voice, "This is
the first shop to open in Kabukicho since the sex industry was re-legalized last year! How about it, buddy, want to try it out tonight? I heard they
have all kinds of sex workers, are you tempted? Are you interested?"

Zetian glanced at the director not far away, then scanned the entire office, and lowered his voice, "Tempted
? Absolutely no time today. I have to take my sister-in-law to school tomorrow, and my wife to Osaka for a business trip the day after
..."

"Perfect! Nobody's home, let's go to the brothel and have some fun!"

Xiao Wang was clearly excited, rubbing his hands together as he watched the club's screen on his computer. "You've been
gone for five days straight, right? You've complained to me a hundred times about not having sex! How about I treat you? You've been
here for a year now, and I've never seen you go to a brothel!"

Ze Tian smiled wryly again. With a colleague like this, there was no need to worry about being lonely.

Xiao Wang had joined the company a year ago. Fresh off the job, he immediately started talking about going to Kabukicho, which
Ze Tian had refused. Of course, Xiao Wang wouldn't refrain from going to brothels just because he was alone. In fact, almost
everyone in the high school's administration office knew he was a brothel expert—except for the female teachers. Over the past year, many teachers
had been influenced by him. Even though they were all locals, it didn't necessarily mean they were familiar with Kabukicho, so
this newcomer actually gained a reputation.

"I'll say it again, maybe next time."

While verbally refusing, Ze Tian subtly loosened his groin.

"What a pity,"

Xiao Wang said unhappily, pouting after being rejected again. "But then again, you're right, Lao Ze, you already have such a beautiful
wife, naturally you wouldn't care about the girls in brothels. It's tough for us single guys, especially since even
married men don't often get to marry a beauty as pretty as your wife… Yeah, Lao Ze, so
… is your wife really that busy with work?"

He hadn't forgotten that Ze Tian had muttered a hundred times in the past six months about not having any sex life.

Ze Tian pondered, "Well… okay, Xiao Wang, after I see your wife off the day after tomorrow, I'll go with you to
the candlestick shop."

With a loud howl, the director, who had been dozing, was awakened by Xiao Wang's wolfish roar.

Xiao Wang's suggestion was very tempting. Ze Tian loosened his hips again. It had been so long since he'd had a proper encounter with Xiao Qing
, and the mention of a brothel made him incredibly aroused.

Looking at the time, it was a little past ten in the morning. Xiao Qing should be at the company discussing her business trip with colleagues, while his sister-in-law,
Zi Xuan, was probably still wandering around the port area. After all, this was her first time in Japan, and she wouldn't be staying still anytime soon. The business trip

started the day after tomorrow, a five-day trip, and the team leader was a potential rival. This situation made Ze Tian, while anticipating
his brothel visit, also feel a strange, unsettling feeling.

***
It was a warm room, decorated with suggestive touches. The most striking feature was the extremely large
round bed and the curtains hanging beside it.

There were six wall lamps in the room, shaped like black candlesticks, casting a warm, dim light, radiating an ambiguous
warmth.

In one corner of the room stood a pink egg chair.

A tall woman sat there, her suit jacket lying on the floor, revealing a white shirt
that accentuated her full breasts. Her skirt was also gone, revealing dark black pantyhose tightly hugging her shapely buttocks. Her legs
were spread apart, resting on the armrests of the chair, her high heels removed, her arches taut.

Xiao Qing made a sound of grievance, but her hands were held up and restrained, forcing her to sit obediently
in the chair.

"What a lewd woman,"

a tall, muscular man stood in front of her, wearing only a red thong, his abs and
chest muscles well-developed.

His right foot was placed on Xiao Qing's crotch, rubbing her
private parts with the sole of his foot through the soft pantyhose and underwear.

"Only five minutes, and you're already this wet,"

the man said, genuinely surprised. He could clearly feel the softness, heat, and moisture emanating from the sole of his foot.
He hadn't done anything else, but this alone was enough to fully arouse the woman, despite
her repeated attempts to restrain herself.

"Don't... let me go... you're committing a crime..."

Xiao Qing's whole body was burning up, ever since she woke up. Her long-suppressed sexual desire had been
ignited by this terrifying man. And this shameful position—when had she ever been
in a similar position except when making love with her husband, let alone with a stranger, and with him playing with her private parts with the soles of his feet!?

The man ignored her resistance, continuing to rub her private parts with the soles of his feet, savoring
the warmth and softness of the stockings. He could feel the woman's vaginal fluids already seeping through the double
barrier of her panties and stockings, making his feet slippery. Her flushed face and increasingly heavy breathing all
indicated a escalating lust.

"Ms. Xiao Qing… don't be surprised, of course we will conduct a thorough investigation of the kidnapped person."

The man withdrew his foot, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Qing's parted, stockinged legs. He slowly walked to the back of the egg chair
, placing his hands on her shoulders and gently moving them towards her.

"We know your sex life is very unsatisfactory. Because you're too busy with work, you haven't been intimate with your husband in a long time, have you?
It's such a waste of this body, and besides your husband, you haven't been with any other men, still as
delicate as a virgin…"

The man unbuttoned Xiao Qing's shirt, and amidst her gasp, placed his hands on her firm, white abdomen. The man
leaned close to Xiao Qing's ear, taking a deep breath, his nose close to her full breasts,
blowing warm breath onto her firm breasts. Xiao Qing gasped in surprise; the protection of her black bra seemed utterly useless, and the man's
burning hands had already moved to her lower abdomen, then upwards!

"A D-cup size, and look at those nipples, so pink and tender, so soft and elastic. Ms. Xiao Qing, you really are a lewd woman. Look down at yourself, see how excited
your nipples are." The bra was unhooked as expected, her snow-white breasts exposed to the warm air, grasped by the man's hands. Xiao Qing gasped, trying to refuse, but just as her hands were bound behind her head, her ankles were also tied to the armrests of the seat, rendering her completely immobile. What shamed her most was that, just as the man had said, after several minutes of teasing, her body, long deprived of pleasure, was indeed aroused. The man began kissing Xiao Qing's neck, his hands gently caressing her breasts, slowly and deliberately, yet perfectly . Xiao Qing tried to resist, but as the man's tongue lightly licked her earlobe, streams of heat flowed into her private parts. The man was a master of seduction; her crotch was already wet, and the itching in her breasts made her arch her back involuntarily. But she still struggled, trying her best to hide the endless pleasure, letting out angry sounds. "I know you're ashamed, Ms. Xiao Qing, because I'm not your husband..." The position of her arms raised high was very convenient; the man stood behind her, turning his head to lick the base of her breasts, occasionally moving towards her armpits. He licked from the base of her breasts all the way to her nipples, then took one into his mouth. His burning hands held Xiao Qing's slender waist tightly, his fingers lightly caressing the area three inches below her navel, the place where her essence resided. No matter how much she struggled and resisted , she couldn't help but want to twist her hips. Xiao Qing truly couldn't take it anymore. Her husband had never used such methods on her before, and the last time they made love was a long time ago. She bit her red lips tightly to avoid making loud moans, but her physical reactions continued. She suspected she had been drugged. The man's hands began to caress Xiao Qing's thighs, slowly moving towards her groin, circling around her perineum. "...But a woman like you, if you only show your beauty to one man, it's such a waste, especially since he's an unworthy idiot. You can't help but want it, can you? Don't you feel incredibly empty, hoping to be deeply filled by me? Don't you feel unbearably itchy, wishing you could quickly break free of these constraints and feel the direct breeze?" Xiao Qing cried. Every word the man spoke struck her right at the heart of her desires. But she had no reason to agree, continuing to twist and turn, displaying her resistance in every way possible. And she actually succeeded a little, managing to divert some of her attention to look around the room. It was a windowless room with only two tightly closed doors, one leading to the outside, yet forever out of reach. A soft carpet covered the floor, a round, pinkish-purple bed dominated the view, along with the spacious open space and the erotic egg chair in the corner… “Save me, husband, save me…” Her cries were unheard by anyone else. Xiao Qing's full breasts were covered in the man's saliva, her cheeks and neck flushed, and her pantyhose were being pulled off, revealing only her underwear, which, due to excessive moisture, had sunk into the crevice of her private parts. Her long, white legs were draped over the armrests of the chair, her delicate ankles gently held and played with by the man, his thumb massaging the soles of her feet, stimulating her body. She knew she must have been drugged. Xiao Qing wasn't foolish enough to think that such teasing would arouse her to this extent. The man opened a glass bottle and dripped cool essential oil onto her lower abdomen. His large, burning hands began to roam over her body, spreading the oil evenly. From the outside in, waves of heat assaulted her, penetrating every inch, with particular attention to her breasts and perineum . Under the dim light, her white body shone with a dazzling luster; her firm breasts were as delicate as cheese, adorned with two pink nipples. Her long legs were spread apart on the back of the chair, her arches raised, her private parts fully exposed, shimmering with a fluorescent glow. After a long while, Xiao Qing finally couldn't help but moan, completely aroused, unable to conceal her inner desire, but she breathed softly, still glaring at the man with a fierce look. "Who sent you to kidnap me? Who are you? What do you want? Do you think I can't escape ? I'll give you one last chance, sob..." "I'm so sorry, Ms. Xiao Qing, it's with great regret that I have to inform you..." The man removed his thong, pressing his already swollen and erect penis against Xiao Qing's moist labia. "...In all my years in this position, not a single woman has ever escaped from here." With a passionate moan, Xiao Qing raised her neck, her toes curling, experiencing a long-awaited, exhilarating pleasure .

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