Extreme sadomasochism 1-2

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While many struggle to make ends meet, painstakingly calculating how their hard-earned money will sustain
them , and envying the extravagant lifestyles of the wealthy,
they are unaware that what they see is merely what the rich want them to see.

There is an even more depraved and perverse side to the world, quietly unfolding under the manipulation of these tycoons—the deepest, darkest desires
they forever unqualified to glimpse.

The Nirvana Club, a privately owned island in Southeast Asia, possessing
its own independent armed force, yet not appearing as an international corporation, is actually
a club formed by the world's top tycoons and conglomerates for their unrestrained debauchery.

Within this club, these top tycoons, using their wealth and influence, have
recruited including medicine, pharmaceuticals, biochemistry, psychology, and computer hacking
, developing technologies that are almost a century ahead of the rest of the world in every aspect.

However, they had no intention of using this research for the benefit of humanity. Instead, under the guidance of
economists , they maximized their profits while training a
man with exceptional personality and potential to become a sex slave.

Then, with the financial and resource support of Nirvana, they sent these men around the world to stage
erotic performances, exploiting the depravity within seemingly virtuous women and training them into
sex slaves worse than animals. These slaves were then regularly supplied to the Nirvana Club in exchange for a specified number and type of
sex slaves to gain further support.

These wealthy individuals, by presenting a glamorous facade to the world, released
their repressed impulses and satisfied their darkest and most brutal desires.

Whether it was the sheer power of Nirvana, or
the inherently perverse and lewd nature of some women despite their high status, once the men chosen by Nirvana began
their actions , a series of depraved sexual acts
unfolded on a level unknown to the general public around the world

in the midsummer of 2020. Despite the raging COVID-19 pandemic
and the constant deaths, these perverse acts not only failed to subside, but seemed to have amplified. The wealthy, seemingly
feeling the pressure of this virus-ridden world, became even more agitated, thus offering greater support to
the "domesticators" and making even higher demands.

Thus, just when the world seemed to be proceeding as they imagined, countless
eerie and sinister undercurrents, carrying unimaginable dark desires
, flowed and ravaged the world with even greater ferocity.

At nine o'clock in the morning, a silver-white Ford Everest
stopped
in the underground parking lot of the Starry Sky Building in Shanghai, a 108-story, 300-meter-tall complex integrating dining, shopping, entertainment, and accommodation.

"Little slut, wander around first. If you see anything you like, your sugar daddy will buy it for you. After I close this
deal, we'll have a 800-round battle."

A man in his forties, dressed in an expensive suit and wearing a Swiss gold watch,
his figure somewhat bloated from middle-aged weight gain, reached out and pinched the exposed, snow-white breasts of a woman in the passenger seat, who was dressed provocatively
and ,
and lewdly chuckled.

"Then Godfather, you'd better hurry up. Your daughter's already soaking wet down there, just waiting for your big stick
to comfort her."

The woman thought of how this man had last ejaculated in less than two minutes, and a flash of disgust and contempt
crossed . However, thinking of the man's money, the various jewelry and designer
bags he'd given her, and her current revealing yet expensive dress, her large, false-eyelashed
eyes quickly concealed that contempt. She blinked her watery eyes,
rubbing her exaggeratedly large breasts against the man's arm as she turned to the side, her other hand already guiding the man's
hand under her skirt—which was designed to make it easier for him to play with her without underwear.

"Slut."

The man grinned lewdly, his right index finger tracing the woman's wet, cunt-like opening. With
a clearly deliberate moan from the woman, he withdrew his hand,
rubbed it against her exaggerated breasts, and then laughed as he left.

"Hello sir, how may I help you?"

The middle-aged man, of medium height, overweight, and with thinning hair,
had just stepped out of the elevator on the 72nd floor when a woman in a receptionist uniform—curvy,
with rounded features, a pure and lovely face, and a polite yet aloof professional
smile—approached him.

Anyone could enter the building below the 72nd floor, but
access to the floors above required a membership card or a guest invited by that person. Obtaining a membership card required
not only a considerable sum of money but also proof of assets and a certain annual spending limit.

The receptionist's visit was ostensibly polite, but in reality, she was more concerned with preventing unauthorized personnel from entering and
disturbing the genuine guests' rest.

The man, a seasoned businessman with some wealth, knew this, but he couldn't afford to offend the guest he was meeting today
, nor could he afford to offend the building's owner.

Although he felt a little uncomfortable, the man, whose eyes were filled with lewdness as he sized up the woman opposite him
, seemingly imagining that he had already conquered her, immediately suppressed
the greedy lust in his eyes.

A seemingly gentle smile appeared on his lips as he politely addressed the receptionist, "
Hello, I am Wang Jingsen, the owner of Changjiang Industrial Corporation. Chairman Liu of Xinghe Group invited me
here to discuss business."

"Excuse me, please go to conference room number seven to rest for a while. I will inform Chairman Liu immediately,"

the receptionist said softly and gently, a slight apology on her pretty face.

Even though Wang Jingsen knew this was just professional etiquette training, his heart still fluttered.
His limp penis stirred, and his eyes once again lingered on the receptionist's
small breasts, encased in her uniform but with a hint of white skin and cleavage peeking out, and her
alluring legs encased in black. He swallowed hard and walked towards conference room number seven.

After finishing her sentence, the receptionist picked up the walkie-talkie clipped to her waist, twirled it a few times , and
said, "Chairman Liu, Chairman Liu, Mr. Wang from Cheung Kong Holdings is here, waiting for you in conference room number seven.
"

"Ugh... I... I'll be right down... um..."

Before the receptionist could finish speaking, a somewhat indistinct voice, tinged with muffled groans, and
accompanied by an inexplicably strange background noise,
suddenly entered the receptionist's ears through the embedded Bluetooth earpiece,
then abruptly stopped.

This brief voice, spoken by the receptionist—dressed in a black suit and white shirt,
with delicate features that exuded a pure innocence that evoked pity and satisfaction in countless men, and of medium height
yet subtly revealing a beautiful figure—was like a gentle tease to the hearts of men
, conjuring up a cruel and lewd image rarely seen even in hardcore adult films
.

It was a guest room on a high floor, exceeding 150 square meters. Although it was daytime,
a thick curtain covered the huge floor-to-ceiling window directly in front, blocking out all
prying eyes and sunlight.

A dim, yellowish light, like a deep, dark desire, permeated the room. It
was vast and empty, devoid of partitions or furniture, yet filled with an eerie and frightening atmosphere due to the
various , the grotesque and exaggerated whips, branding irons ,
and other unidentified instruments of torture hanging on the walls, and the several large and small iron cages and strangely shaped shelves around it . Within this eerie room, under the dim yellow light, seven or eight huge LCD screens on the walls played a loop of extremely exaggerated and wanton videos of women engaging in debauchery. Women of varying statures, each wearing a mask to conceal their true faces, were brutally whipped in various environments. Their hands, feet, and breasts, large and small, were pierced with iron spikes; their vaginas were smashed into by iron clubs resembling spiked clubs; their intestines, a meter long, were roughly pulled out by iron hooks; beggars stomped their heads into toilets; six or seven men surrounded them, slashing their bodies with knives while they were being raped; and they were gang-raped by filthy, bio-mutated pigs and dogs… Scenes flashed frequently, accompanied by shrill, melodious cries that seemed to convey both immense pain and a strange kind of ecstasy, echoing throughout the room. These sounds were like a clarion call urging some perverse game to its climax. Dirty, tattered clothes were scattered throughout the room. Fifty or sixty men, of varying ages builds, all had disheveled hair, were filthy, and emitted a foul odor. Some had deformities in their hands and feet, and others had festering sores on their bodies due to unknown diseases. They were clearly beggars and homeless people from the lowest rungs of society, gathered around a dozen iron frames. On these frames, women wearing various masks, some slender and petite, others tall and sexy, some full-figured without appearing fat, others thin with delicate curves, possessed figures and skin so exquisite that they could arouse men's deepest desires. They made men believe that once they removed their masks, they would be rare beauties. These women, naked and bound in various lewd and degrading positions, were all depicted in this manner. If these women were to go out into the world, and someone were to tear off their masks, they would be astonished to discover that these women might be teachers or students at prestigious schools, white-collar workers at well-known companies, civil servants within the government, law enforcement officers in the judicial system, or even celebrities who appear innocent to outsiders. Yet these women, who appear noble and pure, or aloof and unapproachable, goddesses whom outsiders dare not even think of as defilements, even the most innocent girlfriends, the most virtuous wives, and the most loving mothers in some people's eyes, are now in this dimly lit room, in this secluded chamber that isolates them from the sunlight and society, wearing masks they believe outsiders cannot remove. These masks conceal their true appearances while simultaneously revealing the deepest, most lewd desires inherent in women's nature. One by one, these women, who had only become addicted to and even worshipped by the man who brought them a strange sense of satisfaction and stimulation when their lives felt dull and monotonous with his monstrous penis exceeding thirty centimeters in length, were lured into this secret room by a single text message, completely unaware of what was about to happen. They allowed these beggars, whom they normally despised and would avoid even on the street, to strip them naked and gang rape them at will. Then, they willingly allowed themselves to be bound into various lewd positions on iron frames, where they were subjected to whipping, branding, piercing, electric shocks, and other cruel methods, ravaging every inch of their skin and every organ they desired. As these beggars indulged in a hysterical release, the women, in turn, actively catered to what they considered trash. Their hearts, through this subservient display of lewdness under their masters' control, felt a sense of satisfaction and pleasure in worshipping them. Their cries, though mournful and plaintive, echoed with intense, ecstatic, and wanton groans, reverberating within the soundproofed room. The beggars, listening to the women's melodious moans and groans, also felt a perverse sense of satisfaction and a desire to conquer. Their inner lust and violent impulses grew even more frenzied. Their eyes even bloodshot as they wantonly used their filthy, foul-smelling penises to penetrate the women's mouths, anuses, and vaginas, even rubbing them against their armpits, necks, breasts, knees, soles, palms, thighs, and backs—everywhere visible—while simultaneously ravaging these women with horrifying sex toys. Especially in the middle of the room, a woman, tall but not burly, with exaggeratedly large breasts that appeared even larger due to her kneeling and crawling posture tied to the I-shaped iron frame, was receiving special attention from several beggars. Her long, maple-colored hair, already stained with semen and fading from top to bottom, casually slid down , obscuring most of her left face covered by a metal mask, while also revealing her delicate right ear.

The constantly swaying blue teardrop-shaped gemstone pendant was exposed. Together

with the colorful diamond bracelet on her left wrist, which accentuated her slender arm and delicate hand
, it seemed to subtly display the woman's noble status.

On her fair and delicate back, vicious whip marks oozed blood, resembling a bizarre and
grotesque dark red ink painting.

A pair of disproportionately large breasts were riddled with nails from a nail gun.

Two purplish-black centipedes had forced open her nipples, most of their bodies protruding from the nipples
as they swayed in the air with her breasts.

A rusty, blood-stained iron hook had pulled out half a meter of her large intestine
, making it appear as if she were dragging a strange red tail, which was then densely covered with
a dozen or so electric vibrating eggs of varying sizes.

As several men brutally kicked and pounded her lower abdomen, the woman, whose
fair , skillfully masturbated the two beggars with her hands
while simultaneously using her thin, red lips and nimble tongue to service the beggar's penis, stained with the blood of
other women. With muffled groans, she contracted her abdomen,
and a penis the size of a full-month-old baby slowly pushed her vulva open to an
exaggerated size, pushing it out of her uterus.

"Almost there, almost there, it's coming out..."

the woman thought to herself. The excruciating pain radiating from every inch of her skin seemed to
transform into a potent aphrodisiac. She worked even harder to service the penises
pounding , contracting her abdomen to force the uterus
to release the penis. At the same time, she craved and anticipated the intense pleasure that would erupt after so long

, a pleasure she found incredibly addictive, thanks to the stimulation of the end of this induced labor game . "Wenwen, you can't wait even though I'm only half an hour late?" Suddenly, a clear, playful voice rang out from behind , interrupting the increasingly lewd and perverse images in her mind. The lust that had been ignited by those images, like a surging tide about have encountered a sturdy dam at its most intense moment, stopped just as it was reaching its peak. For a moment, Wenwen, the receptionist, froze, her hand unconsciously gripping her black pencil skirt, a hint of anxiety and hunger creeping onto her slightly flushed face. She turned to look at a woman with long, flowing hair, slightly taller than her, wearing the same uniform, yet seemingly exuding a seductive and alluring charm, who had just walked in from the employee entrance . As she walked towards him, she straightened her slightly disheveled clothes , concealing the alluring skin between her breasts that seemed to have been inadvertently exposed, leaving only a glimpse of her fair and tender skin that stirred the imagination. Her nimble tongue seemed to casually lick the few drops into the depths locked between her tempting red lips. He couldn't help but roll his eyes upwards, revealing a hint of resentment. "Next time you stay up this late, I won't cover your shift. I was already almost at my limit, and I just got a phone call. I feel terrible," Wenwen said coquettishly as she walked towards the employee entrance. "I'm sorry, I made a mistake last time. My master held back for half a month and couldn't help himself. I'll make it up to you next time. Today, some of the pets my master brought were a bit rough. They almost tore my breasts apart. You have to be careful, don't end up like Lili yesterday, having your internal organs pulled out and torn to shreds, only fit to be thrown into the pigpen as pig feed. What will I do if you die and I have to take over?" Just as the two approached, the woman, using her body as cover, pinched Wenwen's breasts and whispered something that would shock anyone who heard it. "Don't worry, you slut, Lili wanted to die a long time ago. Half a month ago, she was given a fake COVID-19 death certificate and a 'cooking certificate,' played with for half a month, and then torn to shreds in the pigpen at a farmhouse with one of her favorite female singers. That's what she's always wanted. I haven't had enough fun yet , I don't want to die so soon." Wenwen replied softly and walked into the employee passage, where she was immediately pulled into a room by several large hands reaching out from a building. Her outer work clothes were stripped off in an instant, revealing a rope garment made of hemp rope binding . Her work ID was pinned to her left nipple with a safety pin. Below, three low-frequency vibrating eggs were pressed tightly against her hairless labia and protruding clitoris, displaying a lewd and depraved appearance completely opposite to her previous demeanor. "Mmm...fuck me..." Having been forced to take aphrodisiacs by her master and then working normally for nearly four hours under the torture of vibrating eggs, she was already feeling extremely uncomfortable. Now, following her master's orders to enter this secret room, she didn't care who she was serving or what the task was, and began to let out lewd moans . Then, a black demonized dog beast that was at least 1.5 meters tall pounced on her from behind and pinned her down. Its bright red, burning cock forced aside the vibrating eggs stuck to her lower body and brutally thrust into her already incredibly wet vagina. "Oh..." Although her back was scratched by the two front paws of the demonized hound, the emptiness and itching in her lower body was instantly filled, causing the previously quiet and innocent receptionist to let out a satisfied moan. Then, in this dimly lit room, she was forced by someone to passionately kiss a woman who looked , but whose face was covered in feces, making her unrecognizable. A series of cold sensations were followed by sharp pains from her breasts and buttocks, letting her know that someone was nailing nails into her body with a nail gun. However, the huge, crimson penis of the demonized hound, repeatedly and roughly thrusting into her already incredibly sticky vulva, made her unable to resist transforming the physical pain into a strange pleasure. Like the other women in the room, her body responded even more intensely to the perverted and sadistic acts of the men , which were not clearly visible in the dim light .

She frequently glanced at several corners of the room, her expression becoming increasingly lewd and excited. She
knew those areas were equipped with cameras and monitors, allowing their master to
control the lewd spectacle and witness their shameful acts. The men in the room were merely
props for their master's pleasure. While Wenwen was indulging in her debauchery in this dimly lit room, Wang Jingsen, a somewhat obese man

in his forties , arrived at Conference Room Number Seven. This was a conference room in the Starry Sky Building specifically prepared for business people to conduct financial and trade negotiations . Looking around, the spacious 120-square-meter room, though simply decorated, exuded a refined elegance . Several ink paintings hanging on the walls added a touch of cultural sophistication to this bright and modern conference room without making it feel cluttered. The mahogany conference table and chairs, seemingly crafted by a master, while not extravagant, conveyed the host's respect for the guests. A subtle tranquility emanated from a few potted plants in the corner, making the surrounding air feel moist and fragrant, adding a touch of softness and vibrancy to the room. Wang Jingsen sat in an exquisite mahogany chair, holding a cup of hot tea handed to him by a waiter. He looked around and then gazed at the vast, bustling city in the distance, sighing with envy. He wondered when he could afford to rent a room in a luxury hotel that cost at least 3,000 yuan a day, treat it like home, and even bring more women to frolic there. Xinghe Group was, after all, a well-known large enterprise in Shanghai, far larger in scale than Wang Jingsen's Cheung Kong Holdings . This business deal was also very important to Wang Jingsen, so he was quite patient. Time passed unnoticed as he waited, lost in thought . Then, a series of footsteps, clear and rhythmic like a piano melody, gradually approached. "Hmm..." Wang Jingsen snapped out of his reverie and subconsciously turned to look outside. The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor still echoed in the corridor, approaching with a calm elegance and confidence befitting a queen . A few more seconds passed, and Wang Jingsen finally saw the woman walking towards him from the distance. The woman's height was conservatively estimated to be over 175cm, and her stiletto sandals, about ten centimeters high, made her appear even taller. Beneath her delicate, willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes that radiated a cool, aloof light. The slight pursing of her thin, red lips beneath her slightly upturned nose gave her an air of confidence and arrogance. Her long, maple-brown hair, fading from top to bottom with gentle waves, cascaded naturally down her back, with a single strand falling across her left, fair shoulder and landing in front, softening her naturally cold and aloof demeanor with a touch of languid elegance. Meanwhile, her exquisitely shaped ear on her right side, resembling a gold ingot, and the , added a touch of alluring and seductive charm. A green, off-the-shoulder short-sleeved dress seemed to conceal the woman's figure—not as , nor as rugged as Western women—but rather possessing a uniquely dashing and alluring charm. Yet, it accentuated her perfectly sculpted shoulders, making them appear even whiter and more delicate, even highlighting the alluring curves and cleavage of her collarbones. Below, beneath the green skirt, a pair of disproportionately large breasts rose high like two mountain peaks, drawing attention not only to the expanse of white skin above them and the beginning of the cleavage, but also subtly enticing men a deeper desire to explore and conquer. Then, her suddenly flattened abdomen, coupled with her full, pert buttocks that seemed to possess a perfect curve, seemed to echo each other, making her already slender waist, already somewhat fan-shaped, appear even more delicate and alluring. Her figure, from any angle, seemed to possess an even more seductive and alluring curve. As the woman walked unhurriedly towards them, the sound of her high heels clicking on the ground, like a master pianist's performance, further accentuated her natural elegance and grace. Her shapely, long legs, encased in semi-transparent black stockings, swayed with her steps, half-hidden in the high slit of her green skirt, exuding an even stronger allure. It seemed to tease the men's nerves, urging them to pounce on her in the next moment and tear the green skirt, which reached fifteen centimeters above her knees, to truly admire her long , shapely legs. No, perhaps at that moment the man wanted to admire the woman's incredibly alluring body and then wantonly invade it. But the thought that this woman was Liu Fei, the chairwoman of Xinghe Group, a powerful businesswoman worth over 10 billion, held a different perspective. Even though she was only thirty-one years old, her perfect figure aroused a criminal impulse in everyone. Her blend of mature womanly charm and youthful innocence could captivate men of all ages. Yet, no one dared to harbor any thoughts of pursuing her; even simply standing before her made them feel inferior. At least that's how Wang Jingsen was at that moment. So when Liu Fei approached, before her smile could fully bloom, Wang Jingsen, who had already stood up to wait, hurriedly said , "Chairwoman Liu, hello. My name is Wang Jingsen, the owner of Cheung Kong Holdings." "Hello, Mr. Wang, let's talk." Liu Fei looked at the obese and bloated Wang Jingsen opposite her , whose eyes held a deep greed mixed with fear. A flash of disdain crossed her eyes, but she maintained a polite smile, extending her fair and delicate right hand to lightly shake Wang Jingsen's outstretched palm before withdrawing it and subtly wiping it on her skirt. "Alright, alright!" Wang Jingsen quickly echoed Liu Fei's words, but didn't move until Liu Fei sat down.

Only then did he choose a chair one seat away from Liu Fei and sit down, his gaze still
lingering on her several times.

"Everyone says Chairman Liu is stunningly beautiful, and seeing her today, I realize it's truly well-deserved. Chairman Liu
looks even more elegant and beautiful than in the photos,"

Wang Jingsen couldn't help but praise as soon as he sat down. "

Mr. Wang, you flatter me. Liu Fei's beauty is merely due to her family's good genes and years of maintenance;
it's nothing special,"

Liu Fei said softly, smoothing her long hair with her left hand, adorned with a colorful diamond bracelet,
a faint, elegant smile on her face.

"Chairwoman Liu is too modest,"

Wang Jingsen replied with a slightly obsequious smile, then took a sip of tea to
moisten his throat.

He then pulled a USB drive from his suit pocket, plugged it into the computer on his desk, and casually typed a few
keys. A report was projected onto the projector in the conference room.

"Chairwoman Liu, this is the document we've prepared for this business collaboration. Please take a look,"

Wang Jingsen said, pointing to the projection screen in front of him.

"Hmm,"

Liu Fei nodded slightly, then tilted her head slightly, her long, narrow phoenix eyes fixed on
the slides in front of her.

Wang Jingsen temporarily suppressed his lustful thoughts, watching Liu Fei beside him with some nervousness. As
the slides on the large screen turned page by page, Liu Fei's expression changed from serious to furrowed, from nodding
slightly to pursing her lips.

Although Wang Jingsen was a womanizer, he was no fool to be able to support a large company in the eyes of ordinary people.
He had seen this proposal before.

Now, looking at the subtle expressions that Liu Fei inadvertently revealed, he secretly admired
the woman's business acumen, which was more acute than he had imagined.

However, as time passed, when he inadvertently
shifted his attention from the subtle expressions on Liu Fei's face to her appearance again, his suppressed lust rose again, and he was once again
attracted by Liu Fei's appearance.

Although it was only a slight tilt of her head in profile, her long hair, seemingly disheveled yet deliberately styled
, added an elegant languor to Consort Liu, making her, whose phoenix
eyes, still retained their sharpness, resemble a queen who had just woken from an afternoon nap.

A teardrop-shaped sapphire blue pendant on her right ear swayed gently, accentuating her fair face
with a hint of rosy blush, yet also possessing a hypnotic quality that drew people in, making them marvel
at the queen's beautiful charm and the imposing majesty that commanded respect and dared not utter a word of disrespect.

After a while, Consort Liu finally finished looking at the slides, then turned back, her eyes showing a strange glint in Wang Jingsen's
gaze another disdainful smile, then coughed lightly.

"Oh—Chairman Liu, have you finished looking at it? What do you think of our proposal?"

Wang Jingsen immediately snapped out of his daze, concealing his earlier lust and outward lapse in composure.

"Overall, the document is quite beautiful, but it contains too many assumptions. Leaving aside the minor issues with
equipment just point out a few key problems.

First, your company's market concentration in this project is not high, making this investment
somewhat . Second, the profit recovery period is too long. EBTT looks good, but I'm afraid most
of it is just hype, and the actual profit is not high. Finally, too much cash flow is invested upfront, which will lead to
cash flow problems later. If these issues are not resolved, our group can easily get bogged down and end up benefiting
others ."

Liu Fei paused, her beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, her narrow phoenix eyes gleaming with a cold
light, and continued, "In short, the operational risks of this document do not match the estimated benefits. If
President Wang is truly sincere in cooperating with my Xinghe Group, I think we should reveal some of our real
strengths . Otherwise, I don't want to be criticized by those old guys in the group at the board meeting."

"Chairman Liu, this..."

Wang Jingsen paused after hearing Liu Fei's words. This matter wasn't as serious as Liu Fei made it out to be,
but the business document did indeed contain some traps. He just hadn't expected Liu Fei to
see through it so quickly, and for a moment, Wang Jingsen felt somewhat embarrassed.

After a brief hesitation, Wang Jingsen smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry,
my secretary reviewed this document for me. I've been quite busy lately and haven't had time to look at it closely. I also noticed some problems just now
. We can discuss the investment ratio, profits, and shareholding structure further.
Also, Chairman Liu can offer her opinions on any areas of conflict. I've long heard that Chairman Liu is a business genius; this is a good opportunity
for me to see for myself."

"I dare not call myself a genius, but since President Wang thinks so highly of me, and I'm a newly appointed chairman of Xinghe
Group who wants to achieve something, let's discuss it further. I hope President Wang won't always be
preoccupied with your mistresses."

After Liu Fei finished speaking, seeing Wang Jingsen's awkward smile, she didn't say anything more, simply
picking up her teacup and taking a sip to moisten her throat.

Then, as she put down her teacup, Liu Fei, using her body as cover, pressed her wrist against her exaggeratedly
large breasts.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the slight trembling of her clothes at the nipples had stopped, and Liu Fei
then casually resumed discussing the parts of the document she considered
unreasonable .

However, a slight blush had crept onto her fair cheeks,
and her usually cool eyes held a subtle, unseen ripple.

Wang Jingsen, while discussing the document, was frequently drawn to Liu Fei's seemingly arrogant yet
alluring demeanor, losing himself in her gaze several times.
This only fueled Liu Fei's contempt; this old man, lustful but lacking in courage and supposedly somewhat impotent, was forced
to continue negotiating for various reasons, making the business negotiation proceed very slowly.

"Creak..."

Suddenly, the two, engrossed in their discussion, heard a sound and turned sharply to find the conference room door
had been pushed open.

Then, Wang Jingsen saw a woman stroll in.

His eyes lit up again, and
most of the anger that had just risen within him vanished with her appearance.

A single glance was enough for Wang Jingsen to recognize her as Yang Yun, the CEO of Huiyao Group.

A woman whose status and looks were no less than Liu Fei's, a renowned figure in Shanghai, hailed alongside Liu Fei as the
city's two business queens, yet rumored to be at odds with Liu Fei.

This wasn't the first time Wang Jingsen had seen Yang Yun, but it was the first time
he'd seen her so closely.

Compared to Liu Fei's mature, languid charm, the twenty-eight-year-old
Yang Yun, with her straight, long black hair casually draped behind her head, appeared more innocent and lively.

Beneath her meticulously groomed eyebrows, a pair of round eyes, like deep pools, drew
attention, yet seemed to radiate a hint of a smile, like jewels.

Her delicate oval face, slightly flushed with an alluring blush, paired with her enticing lips
that seemed to unintentionally curve, effortlessly revealed a sweetness that could be both joyful and reproachful.

At about 1.65 meters tall, she was considered tall for a woman, but compared to Liu Fei,
she appeared slender and petite.

A narrow, silver necklace, barely an inch wide, clung tightly to
her it appear even more slender and elegant
. Several tiny silver beads, the size of mung beans, dangling from the front of the necklace added a touch of playfulness.

A white lace dress adorned her, like a feathered robe
draped over a ethereal fairy, giving her a serene and graceful air.

The milky-white bodice of the dress easily concealed her small, delicate breasts, yet the fabric
's graceful curves subtly revealed a hint of allure.

The white lace detailing on the bodice made Yang Yun's already fair
skin appear even more delicate and radiant, highlighting her alluringly
smooth abdomen and slender waist.

Below, the milky-white skirt barely covered a small portion of her fair and alluring thighs before
abruptly ending . However, another layer of semi-
transparent gauze, slit in the middle, extended over most of Yang Yun's smooth calves.

This made Yang Yun's fair and delicate legs appear as if veiled by clouds, the gauze
swaying with the movement of her small, jade-like feet clad in sandals, making Yang Yun seem as if she were
walking on clouds.

"Yang Yun, what are you doing here?"

Just as Wang Jingsen was still captivated by Yang Yun's beauty, Liu Fei
spoke without hesitation, further confirming the rumors to him.

"Why be so stingy? I was just passing by and saw the meeting room door wasn't closed properly, so
I came in to check."

Yang Yun's eyes crinkled with a smile, her lips slightly pursed. She spoke softly yet with a hint of
provocation as she walked straight to a mahogany chair and sat down. Her long hair
swayed with her movements, adding to her lightness and youthful innocence.

If one hadn't witnessed Yang Yun's consistently outstanding business acumen and market insight,
judging solely by her elegant and refreshing yet lively demeanor and her youthful
appearance,

one would likely only think of her as a vibrant college student or an naive, inexperienced
girl.

No one would believe that she had earned a master's degree in finance from a prestigious international university six years ago, and that her years
of navigating the business world had made her a veritable bloodthirsty shark that had entered the fishpond.

As Yang Yun sat down on his other side, Wang Jingsen felt a faint scent of lilies
emanating from her.
The fragrance was delicate and elegant, seemingly carrying an indescribable air of calm and composure. The scent was elusive and hard to describe, yet beneath the lily's surface
, it stirred a certain impulse and desire within him.

Meanwhile, Liu Fei, sitting on Wang Jingsen's other side, noticed him secretly taking a deep sniff,
a barely perceptible look of satisfaction and excitement on his face. Her disdain deepened, yet
a hint of amusement played at the corners of her lips as if she had just thought of something.

These fleeting expressions went unnoticed by Wang Jingsen. Then, Liu Fei
gave Yang Yun a dismissive sneer and casually said, "Now that you've seen it, can you leave? I
have some private matters to discuss with Mr. Wang."

At the same time, she noticed a video notification pop up on her phone, and her slender
fingers tapped the screen a few times as if by accident.

"Is there some private matter I can't know? Is it something inappropriate for children or..."

Yang Yun glanced back and forth between the two with a hint of mockery and provocation in her eyes, then continued
, "I don't care about those things. I heard that President Wang has a new project recently, and our Huiyao
Group happens to be very interested. I'd like to take this opportunity to talk to President Wang about it. You don't mind, do you?
"

With just a casual tap, the video was turned on, and then an incredibly
shocking .

Liu Fei clearly saw that in the video, a woman with a figure similar to Yang Yun, wearing
a light purple , with
various obscene and vulgar words written in red, blue, and black markers on her smooth back, such as bitch, toilet slave, slut, toilet, human toilet, public toilet, etc., and her
small and exquisite breasts were also circled with markers, was completely naked
, kneeling and crawling in a somewhat dilapidated farmhouse pigsty.

This old-fashioned pigsty was very large. The area in front, covered with weeds, had a
long feeding trough, presumably for the pigs to eat and rest. The area in front, without the shed, was
a large pit nearly two meters deep, filled with black mud and scattered with feces—
clearly a place for the pigs to relieve themselves.

Right in front of the pigsty was a dry toilet with a sloping concrete opening that allowed feces
to slide into this pit, filling nearly a third of the pit . If the video were zoomed in, countless maggots could be seen wriggling in the previously blurry areas, and swarms of flies buzzing around. In this enormous old-fashioned pigsty, estimated to be over 300 square meters, besides five enormous, over two-meter-long, thick, hard penises resembling brushes—a breeding-specific demonized pig—there were also more than twenty women with shackles on their hands and feet. Judging by their figures alone, each of these women is a rare beauty, but in the video, one of them...

Wearing metal masks that concealed their faces and heads, seemingly also concealing their reason and shame
, they exposed themselves completely naked in this filthy pigsty, wantonly displaying
their vile and lewd behavior.

Some women huddled around the pig troughs, kneeling and writhing their
bodies, covered in feces and filth, as they voraciously swallowed rotten leftovers and spoiled meat crawling on by cockroaches and rats
. Occasionally, disgusting maggots could be seen crawling from their mouths to their faces, only to
be casually licked and swallowed by them.

Other women were in the large pit below, licking and smearing the foul-smelling excrement around
them, some even immersing themselves in it, oblivious to the disgusting maggots wriggling on
their bodies.

Above, masked men would occasionally pull out their penises and
urinate . Each time, the women, like fanatical devotees bathing in holy water, would rush
forward, tilting their heads back and lewdly swallowing the urine. Occasionally, at the men's command, the women would passionately kiss
.

Several demonized pigs, originally used for breeding sows and having no status whatsoever,
now acted like nobles in this enormous pigpen, constantly patrolling the upper and lower levels
.

They would casually press their bodies, probably weighing over a thousand pounds, onto any of
the filthy women, their thick penises, like long-handled, stiff-bristled toilet brushes, wantonly
thrusting in and out of their rotten cunts and anuses, as if these women were merely
toys for their lustful desires.

Lewd moans, transmitted through the built-in earpiece, reached Liu Fei's ears. Rather than feeling
shame and pain, Liu Fei heard mostly their frenzied excitement and
unbridled release.

The woman who appeared to be the focus of the most shots, seemingly the main subject of the video, was like the most depraved of
these vile female animals—the queen of excrement—standing beside a large pile of feces.

The stench of excrement and black sludge surrounded her, submerging
her hands and partially obscuring her kneeling legs, which were pressed to the ground.

Disgusting maggots
crawled and writhed unrestrainedly along her arms and legs, onto her already filthy body.

Liu Fei even saw two filthy rats crawl along her thighs to her vulva
, hesitate for a moment, then part her labia and burrow
inside peek out, look around, then, as if startled, retreat back inside,
as if it were their lair.

This woman, whose identity was unknown and who now appeared utterly vile and filthy,
seemed oblivious as she licked and swallowed the filthy, maggot-infested excrement and rotten
leftovers . While a demonic pig licked her body haphazardly,
she swayed her body wantonly, seemingly responding to some inner desire.

Her pair of filthy, bamboo shoot-shaped
breasts swayed shamelessly with her trembling body.

Even the silvery-white necklace adorning her somewhat slender neck, now stained with filth
, with its few small, bead-like beads,
swayed , as if cheering for her awareness of her inner depravity.

Seeing this scene—a sight that would never excite an ordinary person but would only disgust them—Liu Fei's
face flushed even more, a playful smile playing on her lips. Her long
legs unconsciously rubbed together a few times under the table before she casually snapped a screenshot.

Seemingly unconcerned that Yang Yun would discover she was watching such a disgusting
video in such a prominent place, she simply clicked on the image of a woman crawling on her knees in a pigsty,
her anus and genitals exposed, her head buried in excrement. She then
sent this image, via the built-in messaging feature of the hidden program, to Yang Yun, who was nearby, and
mouthed the words "stinking sow."

Then, as if nothing had happened, she casually said, "Excuse me, Mr. Yang, things always have an order. If
you want to talk about something, perhaps we can arrange a separate meeting with Mr. Wang another day. I remember that Huiyao seems to have quite a few farms
. Perhaps you should talk to those farmers who are covered in manure to discuss your future and development
."

"Mr. Liu is really witty. Huiyao did indeed start out in farming,
but quite mature. I think Mr. Liu has probably seen those farming videos. Of course, Mr. Liu might
look down on those country bumpkins' stuff."

Yang Yun was taken aback when she saw the picture suddenly appear on her phone.
She said nonchalantly, her right hand skillfully tapping a few times on her phone. She then entered
a hidden program and opened a video titled "Expansion No. 0523~12".

Her fair fingers casually swiped the screen, dragged the video to the center,
tapped the phone twice to take a screenshot, and then tapped a name on Tianxun that read "despicable slut"
. A frivolous and mocking smile appeared on her face.

An incredibly lewd image, so obscene it would require censorship even on pornographic websites, instantly
appeared on Liu Fei's phone.

In the picture, a tall woman with a blue teardrop pendant on her right ear and a diamond bracelet on her left wrist
was suspended in mid-air, limbs pointing upwards.

Her fair, jade-like body was crisscrossed with whip marks, knife marks, branding marks, and
puncture wounds; the blood and these marks intertwined to create an incredibly sinister and eerie scene
, like a totem of worship for a demon god.

Her nipples, riddled with thin iron spikes, and her urethra, were exaggeratedly wide open, with several
cockroaches protruding from them. Her
vulva was being pulled apart by iron hooks, and a long, thin vase was
deeply inserted into one of her vaginas. Even her anus was nearly half-entered by a baseball bat.

Yet, this masked woman suspended in the air clearly wore a lewd and pleasurable smile
.

He just glanced at it casually, then looked at the rotten cunt that Yang Yun was making as her lips parted slightly.
Following Liu Fei's lip movements, she posted another
screenshot of a video showing a woman kneeling in a bathroom being fucked by a beggar, her head pushed into the toilet bowl. Her cold eyes seemed to carry a dangerous glint
as she said, "Looks like you're determined to cause trouble for me."

"What trouble? It's just fair competition. Now that we've laid it all out, I think Mr. Wang wouldn't mind having another
option to see which one is more advantageous?"

Yang Yun's lips curled again, seemingly mocking Liu Fei's pettiness. Her hands didn't stop;
she posted another
image of a woman being whipped upside down, her vagina exaggeratedly widened by a speculum, with countless spiders around and inside.

"Ladies, don't argue. Business is business. This is nothing to you two.
Why ruin the harmony? I think we should discuss it together and choose a method that benefits everyone
,"

Wang Jingsen said with a
smug .

"I don't have much to talk to her about, but it won't hurt to let her see it. I trust you'll make the right
judgment ."

Liu Fei rolled her eyes at Yang Yun with disdain, then
sent Yang Yun a picture of a woman being trampled on and submerged in a urinal.

"That's not necessarily true. Huiyao always strives to protect the interests of its clients and aims
for ." Yang Yun said nonchalantly, while simultaneously sending Liu Fei

a picture of a woman being hoisted up by hooks to her large breasts . "This is our plan. I'll reiterate it. I've made some time constraints, I haven't had time to change too much. Please take a look." Sitting between the two women, Wang Jingsen, seemingly fearing that the fire at the city gate would affect the innocent, quickly reopened the document he had just slightly modified. Once the slides were displayed, the two women seemed to calm down considerably and began looking at them. However, if one paid attention one could notice that while they occasionally lowered their heads as if thinking, they were still sending each other explicit screenshots. It seemed like a pair of lewd sisters were enjoying the perverse feeling of secretly being horny and shameless under a man's gaze . Yet, when their eyes met, they looked at each other defiantly, like a pair of shrewish women arguing over business interests. In this tense atmosphere that Wang Jingsen couldn't quite explain, he ultimately chose Liu Fei as the partner for this collaboration. However, Liu Fei, outwardly, didn't truly push Wang Jingsen to his limits because of Yang Yun's provocation. Meanwhile, Yang Yun received another contract with lower profits, but she expressed her apology and goodwill towards Wang Jingsen. It was clear that although Wang Jingsen was lecherous and had been secretly peeping at the two women's sensitive areas, he also had a good grasp of business acumen and interpersonal relationships. His wealth over the years hadn't been entirely due to luck. "Chairman Yang, the leftovers you were given taste pretty good, don't they?" Liu Fei looked at Wang Jingsen, then smoothed her long hair, making the blue teardrop pendant even more clearly exposed, speaking provocatively. "We country bumpkins finally made it to the big city, and as long as we can establish ourselves, we'll eat anything , no matter what. Otherwise, we'd be going home to get whipped." Yang Yun's slender right fingers seemed to casually caress the small beads dangling . "Ladies, if you have something to say, please continue. I have to go back first. I'll contact my company to discuss the detailed plan with your companies later." Wang Jingsen seemed afraid of getting into trouble, seeing the two women's tense atmosphere, he only said this and hurriedly left. "You slut, haven't seen you for days, and you've been horny in the pigsty again? The moment you came in, I could smell the pig manure and piss hidden under your perfume." Liu Fei watched Wang Jingsen walk away, then pinched her right breast, , a few times, and whispered. "There was no way around it. We didn't do well on the last mission, and I and more than twenty other female slaves were punished . There were over thirty animals of four or five kinds, and the horse farm, the pigsty, and the public toilet. These past few days have been a nightmare for us." Surprisingly, Yang Yun didn't refute, but instead casually said things that outsiders would absolutely not believe, while her face clearly showed an extremely happy smile. "You slut, you've had your fun, so you've come to mess things up, haven't you? It's been so long since I've had this now at least 20% of my hard-earned profits have been cut. I might not even be able to afford food anymore." Liu Fei rolled her eyes at Yang Yun, gently twisting her body a few times before reaching under her skirt. When she emerged she was holding a 2.5-liter Coke bottle filled with a yellowish-white mixture of liquid. She casually tossed the bottle to Yang Yun, saying, "Consider this a small gift." "Thanks, aren't you going to drink some? It tastes great." Yang Yun opened the cap, smelled it, and then greedily took a large gulp before speaking to Liu Fei. "Forget it, I'm not interested in this. Besides, my master asked me to bring this for you." Liu Fei rolled her eyes and said, "I've been waiting for you for three days, and I can't even take it out. I've been walking ." "I saw you walking just now. You looked very elegant and queen-like. That Wang Jingsen must be bewitched by you." Yang Yun picked up the Coke bottle again and took a big gulp, then said, " Although , that lecherous guy has fallen for it, hasn't he? Once he agrees to something , he can't go back on his word. Once he signs those three supplementary clauses, the profits he'll generate for you later will be substantial. Are you worried about not having food? Besides, if you really don't have food, come to me, and I guarantee I'll make sure you have enough." "Stop disgusting me, you shit-eating bastard." Liu Fei laughed and cursed without restraint, then said, "I'm leaving. Those little animals in my breasts are getting restless. I need to release the torment from that Coke these past few days. I'll contact you again when I have time." "Okay, contact me when you have time. I'm going to the bathroom to finish this first. I probably won't be able to eat lunch today. Master's tastes are getting more and more perverse." Yang Yun said, waving her hand at Liu Fei. Then, watching Liu Fei's departing figure, she turned around, took the Coke bottle, and walked towards the bathroom. After closing the door, Yang Yun took off her clothes, folded them to the side, and then lowered her head.

She licked the entire toilet bowl next to her with her tongue.

This was something her master, who controlled her, required her to do. On every training day, she
had to lick the toilet bowl every time she entered the bathroom.

Then Yang Yun knelt on the ground, holding a Coke bottle in one hand and slowly pouring
the mixture into her mouth.

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