[Absolute Power] Episodes 4-6 Author: Cheng Huxiao

【Absolute Power】

Author: Cheng Huxiao
Publisher: Novel Channel

Chapter 1 ◆ The Power of Knowledge

My face turned green. Although I was uneducated, I still respected my teachers and pulled the young man to the stone tablet.

The young man thought I wanted to buy it and wanted to negotiate the price in a secluded spot. He followed me with a smile, flatteringly saying, "Brother

, are you interested? We won't lower the price." I pointed at the stone tablet with one hand and pulled him with the other, speaking in a tone of "pointing to the heavens and the earth, I am the only one who matters," saying, "Young man, you stand in front of these famous sayings of ancient sages, selling pornographic photo albums. Aren't you ashamed? Why don't you study hard?"

I didn't have the opportunity to study, but these people have the opportunity and still do these things. It's truly lamentable.

The young man was dumbfounded, stammering, "Brother, are you a university professor? You don't look like an old scholar."

I said seriously, "I'm an unemployed youth."

The young man gave me the middle finger and sneered, "I thought you were someone important, but it turns out you're just like me." I didn't know the meaning of his gesture, otherwise I would have definitely slapped him across the face.

I said seriously, "What's wrong with being unemployed? As long as you're willing to improve, you're a good young man. That's a great saying: the broader a person's knowledge, the more perfect they become. Young man, you're not perfect yet."

The young man smiled bitterly, "I'm not a eunuch, where am I imperfect?"

I said, "Your mind is imperfect. Look at this sentence: a person's duty is to bravely explore the truth. What are you exploring? A woman's buttocks. Is that the truth?"

The young man sneered, "That's studying female anatomy, how can it not be the truth? Do you even understand human anatomy? You've never been to school, have you? Let's talk and see who knows more. Theory must be connected to practice; just reading books isn't enough. You can memorize the theory perfectly, but how can you be impotent in practice? Do you understand dialectical materialism? Do you understand philosophy? Do you know that practice is the sole criterion for testing truth?"

I was dizzy listening to this, waving my hands repeatedly, speechless. I've never even seen a naked woman, how could I know about female anatomy? I've only touched a few times, just to satisfy my craving. If I had known this before, I would have gone to prostitute myself. He seemed quite knowledgeable; was he a college student selling pornographic books on the side? Impressive.

The young man said, "You don't need to explain the famous quote. Anyone else would have left long ago; why waste time talking? If you don't buy, someone else will! But I think we click, so I'll give you a free lesson today. I'm determined to sell you the book. Dare to try?"

I was baffled: Was he trying to force me to buy?

The young man arrogantly said, "If I don't sell you the book today, I'll change my name to 'King of the Zodiac'!"

I was exasperated: Was he just being stubborn?

If I left, he couldn't do anything to me, but I wanted to hear what he had to say, so I stayed.

The young man coughed and pointed to the famous quote on the marble tablet: "I'm not blind; I don't need you as a guiding light. I'll be your guiding light now. Life is about seeking new knowledge. Isn't sex life life? Isn't sexual knowledge new knowledge? It doesn't say it doesn't include these."

I was completely confused; the logic was a bit muddled. This guy was subtly changing the subject; he must have studied logic.

The young man continued, “A youth's lust is like the rising sun; a man's lust is like the midday sun; an old man's lust is like the flickering light of a candle. How well said! A young man's craving for pleasure is like the towering sun at dawn, eager to release its pent-up desire. You've felt that way, haven't you?”

I understood; I truly felt that way. I nodded involuntarily. He could really make things up, completely nonsensical, but it was interesting. I wanted to hear what he could come up with, even if it was just a joke, I'd keep him entertained.

The young man laughed, “Isn't what I said reasonable? A man's lust in his prime is like the midday sun, intense and exuberant. You're at that age now, if not now, when? As the ancients said, ‘An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. Enjoy life to the fullest when you're successful, don't let your golden goblet face the moon empty. Pluck the flower while it blooms, lest you pluck a bare branch.’”

He even recited a few lines, showing off his literary talent?

I nodded, feigning understanding, somewhat tempted: according to him, I should really go to the brothel, Sweet Orange.

The young man said, "Old people enjoy lewd pleasures, like a candle burning brightly at night, expending its remaining energy. Like that scientist a few years ago, in his nineties, he married a woman in her twenties. Whether he could actually have sex or not, he could still have his fun. That's called 'old but not dead is thievery,' no, it's 'the light of a candle.'"

I knew nothing of these things and nodded, bewildered.

The young man said, "Are you even less knowledgeable than an old person? What's the point of reading this kind of book?"

I laughed, "What you say makes some sense, but the word is 'learning,' not 'lewdness.'

He saw I was uncultured and wanted to fool me. Dream on, do you think I'd misread that word?"

The young man smiled without blushing, "It's all the same." Before I could refute him, he said, "A scientist once said, 'I love my teacher, but I love naked women even more.' Who said that?"

I smiled strangely, "No one would say that."

The young man said seriously, "Don't laugh, you're so uncultured. You must have heard of 'In books, there are beauties like jade, in books, there are houses of gold,' right? 'Reading is always beneficial,' right?"

I didn't understand at all, so I could only pretend, feeling frustrated: Are even thugs selling pornographic photo albums more knowledgeable than me? No wonder everyone talks about the knowledge economy these days, it's true. What do 'beauties like jade, houses of gold' mean? He's taking advantage of my lack of classical Chinese. He says there are naked girls in books. I have three hundred yuan to go to a prostitute, how great would that be? Who reads this stuff?

My desire to learn grew stronger. Knowledge is power and dignity. I, this monster superman, can't even compare to him. I wanted to teach him a lesson, but he mocked me instead. It's so frustrating and embarrassing. Now, I'm so agitated that my face is turning red.

The young man said, "Do you think we live in the old days? Who doesn't watch these things now? How many high school students don't watch AV? They know Japanese AV actresses better than Mr. Lu Xun. Only an old fogey like you would be surprised, not understanding the importance of adopting foreign ideas. Japanese AV is good stuff, the whole world watches it."

How did I become an old fogey? Just because I haven't watched Japanese AV? That's utter nonsense.

The young man said, "How many college students don't have sexual experience these days? There are plenty who go to prostitutes. Haven't you seen the news? Four hunks from a certain university went to a prostitute in their dorm, fucked her until she was unconscious, and then they were caught and went to jail. How impressive."

I couldn't help but say, "Aren't you insulting me? Am I supposed to be like them?"

The young man laughed and said, "Don't be angry. You're practically a great man, even a bodhisattva who doesn't touch meat isn't as good as you. You're still sitting in a well, I'm going to make you jump out now."

He dared to say I was a frog in a well, but I didn't understand, otherwise I would have been so angry I would have vomited blood.

I retorted angrily, "That's not what I meant. If I wanted to see something, I'd go to a brothel, not this!" Though I was ignorant, I could bury him in money. Even knowing he was using reverse psychology, I was still going to slap him.

The young man bent over, pretending to vomit, and gave me a thumbs-up, saying, "So you're an expert! Why didn't you say so earlier? Why play games with me? It's been a long time, my throat is dry from talking. Please, stop teasing me, buy a copy!"

He had indeed been dawdling for a while. I had money, and buying a copy would be a form of entertainment, so I nodded.

Seeing that I was interested, the young man smiled and said, "That's right, it's inexpensive and beautiful, definitely worth every penny." He took out a photo album from his bag, waved it in front of me, and smiled, "Shocking, isn't it!"

He was deliberately tempting me, but this was truly a different kind of shock. The cover of the photo album really did feature a nude woman, more naked than a sweet orange. It was a close-up, taken with excellent technique.

On a beautiful tropical beach, with waves crashing in the distance, azure sea and sky, seagulls soaring, and giant leaves of an unknown green plant nearby, the female protagonist, naked from the waist down, kneels with her legs spread wide, her vulva and anus clearly visible, her breasts faintly discernible. She turns her head with a seductive smile, her bright eyes captivating; truly beautiful, worthy of the title "Queen of Erotica."

The cover has several lines of bold, small print, seemingly Japanese, with some characters resembling Chinese that I don't recognize.

It actually reads: "To thank our loyal fans, both new and old, the Queen of Erotica, 'Little Sweet Hole' Fujihara Ai, presents her latest and most stunning work! Japan's super popular pervert idol! A super-clear, naked lamb photobook! All three points exposed! Completely unprotected vulva! Revealing her debut experience! Warmly celebrating the photobook's sales exceeding one million copies nationwide! Global sales exceeding ten million copies! Profits exceeding one hundred million US dollars!"

Warmest congratulations to Ms. Fujihara's tenth sizzling blockbuster, "Crazy Lovemaking Scheme," for its box office exceeding 500 million yen! Warmest congratulations to Ms. Fujihara for becoming this year's best AV actress with over 1,000 orgasms and over 500 clients! Warmest congratulations to Ms. Fujihara for receiving a "Playboy Edition" Oscar nomination for Best Actress!

Luckily, I didn't understand it, or I would have fainted.

Is this prostitution? It's actually an industry chain. Orgasms, filming, photobooks, participating in competitions, later writing books and memoirs—what a comfortable life! Foreign countries are so advanced, you can't deny it.

The cover beauty with her large breasts and strong buttocks is indeed very beautiful and stunning. Anyone

who can resist temptation in this situation isn't a man.

My blood was rushing, my heart was pounding, I almost had a nosebleed, my face turned red—it was a bit embarrassing. The young man couldn't stop chuckling. It wasn't that I lacked self-control, but rather that I was inexperienced. I immediately pulled out some money from my bag and said, "I'll take it."

But then I hesitated, "I didn't bring a big bag, how am I supposed to carry this? I need to buy books, I can't bring a photo album into a bookstore, that would be too embarrassing." I looked around, but there was nowhere to buy bags. The young man didn't know what to do.

I thought for a moment, "How about I sell you your bag? How much?"

The young man gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! You can add another hundred, and I'll take the bag and the photo album with me."

He really dared to ask for so much money, but I didn't care and nodded in agreement.

The young man took out two more brightly colored books from his bag, flipped through a few pages in front of me, and said, "I have two more Japanese adult comics. Do you want them? You can't buy these kinds of erotic comics in bookstores or rental shops. Nobody dares to sell them openly. I took a big risk to get them. They're only 100 yuan each, very cheap. The comics have plots and are very good. Although they're not as clear as photobooks, they have a unique flavor."

I glanced at them and indeed, the illustrations were impressive. Although not realistic, the large breasts and strong buttocks were interesting, the characters were exaggerated, the body language was alluring, and there was a plot. They would be good for entertainment. I had money, so I decided to buy two more and agreed.

The young man smiled and said, "You're lucky today. I only have two left. I'll sell you the whole set."

I didn't haggle, took out 600 yuan from my bag and gave it to him. I took his bag, photobook, and comics and packed them away. His business was good; he only had one photobook and two comics left in his bag. I still needed to buy books. This bag was useful, but the quality was poor, much worse than mine.

The young man's efforts weren't in vain; he happily left with the money. But my education was a failure; I failed to educate him and instead got trapped by him. Watching his retreating figure, clutching the briefcase containing pornographic photo albums, I glanced at the bookstore before me, embarrassed to go in, yet forced to—a true desecration of knowledge.

I shook my head with a bitter smile and stepped into the bookstore. Looking at the vast sea of books before me, I truly felt that the power of knowledge is absolute power, something that no physical strength can replace.

If the books before me were a vast ocean, I would become a small shrimp, swimming freely within it. I felt a surge of poetic inspiration; this was the power of books, capable of unconsciously intoxicating and changing a person—it was my yearning for knowledge at work.

Guided by a bookstore clerk, I first went to the baggage storage area to store my briefcase, then entered the book section to select books.

The best way to learn is to go to school, but I currently lack identity, records, and connections. Money cannot buy me admission. After being transformed by the "Star-Absorbing Technique," I look like I'm in my twenties at sixteen, but I have no junior high school education. Besides recognizing a few characters, I have no other knowledge. Should I attend junior high school with a bunch of kids? I can't afford to lose face, but I definitely won't be able to keep up in high school, so I have no choice but to become self-taught.

Now, besides my strength, all I have left is this courage, and I firmly believe I can do it

. Looking at the various books around me, I feel a little dizzy. I randomly pick up a few to look at, but I don't understand most of them, or even know their main content or classification—it's truly pathetic. Skimming

through them won't be very effective; I must choose books that are relevant to my current situation. So, I think carefully. First, I must buy beginner textbooks and start from the beginning; I can't aim too high. My brainpower is super strong after my mutation, so it will be easy for me to learn.

Second, I need to buy the professional combat books I need most right now to quickly improve my strength and control my mutation. Currently, I'm only relying on talent, memory, and imitating beginner videos to practice. Although I'm progressing quickly now, this will slow down in the long run. I must engage in systematic learning and training that connects theory with practice.

Then, I'll buy some popular bestsellers and entertainment magazines.

I'm rich now; even without professional knowledge, I must have the corresponding manners and understand popular trends. I can't show any flaws, embarrass myself, or give the impression of being a nouveau riche.

I'm now integrating into the world of the wealthy; I don't have time to adapt slowly, I must improve as soon as possible.

A saleswoman was standing idly nearby. I went over and told her I wanted to pick out some books and asked her for recommendations. She readily agreed and asked what kind of books I wanted. I smiled and said, "Some books about killing techniques..."

The saleswoman was immediately stunned, her mouth agape, her expression changing drastically. She probably thought I was a murderer.

I almost bit my tongue; I was so tactless, blurting out what I was thinking. I quickly corrected myself, "I misspoke. I meant books about combat, with professional theory, not just fancy moves, but books that can be used in real combat."

Real combat is killing; a different way of putting it wouldn't be so shocking.

The saleswoman, realizing what I was doing, glanced at my muscular physique and chuckled, "Oh, I see. You startled me. Judging by your build, you must have practiced kung fu!"

I smiled and replied, "It's just a hobby. I've attended training courses and know a couple of moves, but I'd like to learn more systematically."

Seeing that I was genuinely interested in buying books, the saleswoman smiled and said, "That's easy. You've come to the right person. I'm also a kung fu enthusiast, but I'm all talk and no action. I enjoy watching kung fu movies and boxing matches, so I know a bit about it. I can recommend some books that will satisfy you." I

thanked her and followed the cheerful saleswoman to a nearby bookshelf.

She enthusiastically pointed out, "This bookshelf specializes in sports books, including various combat and martial arts books. Feel free to browse, but please avoid books that focus on flashy moves; most of them are useless. I'll help you pick a few. Professionals often come here to buy books, and I know a lot about practical ones."

I was happy to relax and smiled, "Okay, Chenli, I'll choose."

The saleswoman took several thick, luxuriously bound books from the shelf and introduced them one by one with a beaming smile: "First, I recommend the globally popular Jeet Kune Do by the late Bruce Lee. It's a very practical style of martial arts; even American police officers learn it, and it's best suited for real combat. This is the latest version, richly illustrated, and it's internationally recognized as the best Jeet Kune Do textbook. It was written by the World Jeet Kune Do Association, and the authors are all martial arts masters from China and abroad. This is definitely the best martial arts book available internationally right now."

I took it, wanting to open it but hesitant to open the cover.

The cover featured a portrait of Bruce Lee practicing martial arts shirtless, exuding a flamboyant and fearless personality. Next to it were two lines of medium-sized boldface text: "Use no law as law, use the infinite as the finite."

Below, printed in small print, was his famous quote: "The essence of my martial arts lies in two points: close combat and power generation. If someone learns these, regardless of the type or level of opponent, they can close the distance like lightning and defeat them with a thunderous blow."

Having fought Jiang Shuntian, even without formal training, I had a basic understanding of these words and was immediately captivated. Images of our fight flashed through my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more insightful I felt. I nodded to the waitress.

She handed me another book, smiling, "Karate is a very practical and effective fighting style. This is 'The Essence of Karate,' written two years ago by the Japanese karate master, Masamichi Taiga. It's the best karate book in the world, a classic that every martial arts student must read. I really like these books."

I took it and looked at it with great interest. It seems Japan isn't just famous for its AV actresses; its karate is also very strong. This man, hailed as a master, must have something unique about him.

The saleswoman introduced the books, saying, "This 'Complete Guide to International Free Fighting' is also an excellent work. It details the signature moves of internationally renowned professional fighters and offers unique insights into various forms of Sanda (Chinese kickboxing). This 'Complete Boxing Handbook' is equally classic. Boxing is a major style of combat sports worldwide, and American and European boxers are very strong. This book provides an in-depth introduction to boxing and various types of boxers, suitable for both beginners and professionals. You should definitely read it. A large-scale Sino-US boxing match is about to be held in our city; it's likely to be very exciting."
I took the books and said, "I know about that match and plan to go. I need to brush up on my knowledge beforehand. I'll buy all these books."

The saleswoman happily said, "That's great, but these hardcover books are expensive."

I glanced at the price tags on the back of the books. A book cost several hundred, but I casually replied, "It's alright, it's not expensive."

Seeing that I seemed quite wealthy, the saleswoman smiled and said, "We also sell martial arts DVDs here. Why don't you buy some to watch? Reading books doesn't provide a direct experience, and the effect might not be as good. DVDs not only offer direct instruction but also many classic examples of real combat, all carefully edited from past international competitions. Watching them will be beneficial."

I had a strange fear of anything technologically advanced and hesitated, "I'm very traditional; I've always read books and never used those new gadgets. Are they really useful? How do I use them?"

The saleswoman, without much thought, smiled and said, "Of course they're useful, very convenient. You can watch them on a computer or a DVD player. Come with me, I'll show you."

I followed her to the section selling audio-visual products. The bookstore had a very complete selection.

The saleswoman picked up an opened DVD and said to me, "This is the kind of DVD. Let me show you." She put the DVD into the DVD player next to her, and the picture immediately appeared on the TV.

I watched for a while, very captivated. It contained exciting fighting scenes with detailed explanations, suitable for learning.

The receptionist asked if I was interested, and I nodded, saying, "I'll pick a few, money's no object." She happily agreed and left with a smile.

I know about computers, but not how to use them. I know more about DVD players, but have no experience operating them. After the demonstration, I know how to use them. My brain can remember every detail; I can't forget anything I see. There seems to be a DVD player under the TV in the hotel; I can watch it when I get back. I need to master computer skills as soon as possible. Computers are so common now; not knowing them is a disgrace.

A moment later, the receptionist returned with a stack of CDs and gave me a large plastic bag containing books, smiling, "These are instructional DVDs for Taekwondo, Karate, Jeet Kune Do, Wing Chun, Sanda, and Boxing matches. They're very comprehensive. If you have the money, buy them all. These are guaranteed to be high-quality informational DVDs, not cheap imitations or cheap imitations."

I smiled and said, "Thanks! Pack them all; I want them all. Also, could you recommend some junior high school textbooks? My younger brother wants me to buy them for him." I was afraid of losing face, so that was the only way I could say it. When I used to beg, I didn't care about saving face, but things are different now; I've become increasingly vain.

The saleswoman smiled and said, "Okay, please follow me." She led me to another section.

Under her guidance, I picked out some beginner textbooks, but skipped the various money-grabbing exercise books. I don't have exams; I just need to learn the knowledge, not waste time doing exercises. Time is of the essence.

The prices of these books were negligible compared to the hardcover books I'd just seen; they cost less than a single book from those books. Based on my previous experience, I knew that expensive things must be worthwhile.

Now I was carrying two large bags, which were already overflowing. I asked the saleswoman to recommend some bestsellers and entertainment books. She led me to the bestseller section and introduced several books. I bought them all without hesitation.

The saleswoman said, "These bestsellers lack depth; they just cater to readers' tastes. Many young people these days like trendy and fashionable things, and nobody buys truly good books."

I laughed, "Buying books is for entertainment, which is normal."

The saleswoman said, "You're right. But I still hope someone will buy truly good books. Even just improving one's cultural literacy is worthwhile, much better than reading bestsellers. You've bought so many professional martial arts books; you'll definitely study diligently. As the saying goes, literature carries the Way, but martial arts should also carry the Way. Which of those martial arts masters was an amateur? Let me introduce you to some good books I like."

I suddenly felt dizzy. How could I understand the books I was being introduced to? Learning should be gradual; you can't become an expert overnight. Why was she so enthusiastic towards me? Enthusiasm is a good thing, but she went too far.

I had no idea how alluring the handsome appearance transformed by the Star Absorbing Technique was. How many young girls these days aren't infatuated? They want to cling to any handsome guy they see. It's good enough that she didn't actively try to get close to me.

Since she was so proactive, I could only nod awkwardly. Spending money was fine, as long as I didn't embarrass myself. I didn't want the girl to think I was a simple-minded, physically strong idiot.

Chapter Two ◆ Western Boxing The

waitress, with a beaming smile, recommended, "Take a look at this novel, *The Toad in the Fortress*, by Professor Su Xiangzheng of a certain university. It's absolutely profound and insightful, hailed as the *Fortress Besieged* of the new era. You know *Fortress Besieged*, right?"

I didn't know, but could only nod, a little sweat beading on my forehead.

The waitress smiled, "That's good. It's a masterpiece comparable to Qian Zhongshu's *Fortress Besieged*. Would you like to buy a copy?"

I'll buy it; no need to be so worried, the title sounds really awkward.

The saleswoman smiled and said, "Why don't you just add a little more money, and I'll give you a free copy of 'Fortress Besieged'? You can read it alongside it for a deeper understanding. It's half price now. Of course, you don't care about the extra cost, it's just for convenience."

I nodded, unsure if she genuinely thought the book was good or just wanted to sell it, probably with a commission. But I didn't dwell on it, picked up the book, tossed it into my bag, and glanced casually to the side. There seemed to be a few comic books on the shelf, the font familiar—the Japanese I'd seen earlier.

I muttered to myself, "Do you sell Japanese erotic comics here too?"

That guy said he didn't! Had I been scammed?

The saleswoman chuckled, "You're funny. How could a respectable bookstore sell pornographic comics? Not all Japanese comics are pornographic. This is an original imported inspirational comic, well-made, suitable for young people, motivating and inspiring, it's very good. The author, Toriyama An, is a famous Japanese manga artist, a disciple of Akira Toriyama, the manga master of 'Dragon Ball.' This 'Kuryuumaru' is his representative work."

I said "Oh," realizing I'd misunderstood; not all Japanese comics are pornographic, there are also respectable manga artists.

The saleswoman seized the opportunity, saying, "Why don't you buy it and take a look!"

Why is she always trying to get me to buy things? Have I finally met a rich person? I was speechless and casually tossed the comic into my bag. She said it was good, so I'll give it a try. I'm used to spending money like water.

I was carrying four large plastic bags; I couldn't buy any more, otherwise I wouldn't be able to carry them all. I went to the counter with the saleswoman to pay, and it cost 2,500 yuan. These books are really expensive, but knowledge is priceless.

Carrying the bags, I retrieved my purse and walked out of Mingbo Bookstore, feeling satisfied. I could already feel the power of knowledge; the bags were so heavy. I couldn't go shopping like this, otherwise it would be torture. I went back to the hotel first; I was eager to read.

After all this commotion, it was already 3:15. I had a lot to do today. I met an old friend this morning, which led to a fight, then a big meal, and a book-buying spree. Now I'm going back to rest; I can do the rest later. I don't need to finish everything in one day.

I took a taxi back to the hotel according to the address I had memorized. I went upstairs, opened the door, threw my things on the bed, and lay there, not wanting to get up. It really felt like home.

I quickly washed up, turned on the TV, and saw a tennis match playing. I didn't want to watch; I just wanted some noise so I wouldn't be lonely. I took out the drinks, fries, and chicken nuggets I bought yesterday from the refrigerator, planning to read and eat snacks to enjoy myself.

My stomach feels so good right now, it never gets full, I can eat anytime. First, I down a bottle of cold drink, it feels so refreshing, all the fatigue and heat from being outside disappear. I checked the suitcase, no one's touched it, finally I'm relieved.

Opening all the bags and purses, I piled the various books and CDs I bought onto the bed, then picked out two and placed them on the low table in front of the sofa. On the left was Ms. Fujiwara's "Naked Lamb" photo book, on the right was Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do. One was a model prostitute, the flower of the Orient; the other a kung fu master, the pride of the Chinese. How to choose? The photo book or Jeet Kune Do?

Of course, Bruce Lee's… Sigh! Sorry, Master Lee!

I grabbed "Jeet Kune Do," threw it on the bed, picked up the "Naked Lamb" photo book, and tore open the packaging in a few quick movements. Lust overcame reason. I'm a grown man after all.

Although Bruce Lee is shirtless, he's not as alluring as Ms. Fujiwara. That's how depraved people are.

I was snacking and drinking while flipping through nude photo albums, my eyes wide open. I quickly forgot about my food, my attention completely captivated by the images of bare buttocks, large breasts, and genitals.

Japanese women are so beautiful! Are they really that sexually liberated? Developed countries are advanced in everything, even sex! It's amazing, I envy them. These photos are fantastic, so sensual, so beautifully made, so exotic.

Looking at these gorgeous, nosebleed-inducing pictures, although I didn't actually bleed, my lower body involuntarily hardened. This was the first time I'd felt this way since a beauty treatment or foot massage.

If I ever have the chance, I'll definitely go to Japan and have sex with them. I made my first grand vow, though it wasn't particularly ambitious.

Just as I was engrossed in what I was looking at, the sound of the television slightly pulled my attention away.

"Dear viewers, that concludes our Wimbledon broadcast. Next, our top-tier sports segment will broadcast a boxing match from this year. Boxing fans, please tune in! It's a thrilling match from two months ago, the American Razor Andrew Douglas versus the Russian Beast Monletta Diochenko for the WBA cruiserweight title. As we all know, the fight went the full twelve rounds, with both fighters being knocked down once by a powerful punch. In the end, Razor narrowly won on points, claiming the WBA cruiserweight championship belt."

"Our city will soon host a grand Sino-US boxing championship. Unlike previous years where only second-tier fighters participated, this time many world-class and top-tier boxers have come. It's rumored that Razor will be competing in China. Our country has sent a super-luxury lineup, including familiar names like Xiao Jie (the 'Tiger of the Mountain'), Meng Jiang (the 'Stone Dragon'), and Jian Liang (the 'King of Tan Tui'), among many other excellent fighters. It's sure to be a fierce battle. Our station will broadcast it live. We hope you'll tune in on time and also come to the venue to cheer on your city and bring glory to us."

"Today we're broadcasting this match to give those who haven't seen the epic showdown a preliminary understanding of Razor, to see just how skilled he is, and what Razor is all about. It's a sneak peek before the championship fight. Douglas was definitely injured during the match, but he insisted on coming to China, turning down many commercial matches, which shows how much he values this event. I wonder if his injury will affect his performance. According to his agent, Don King Jr., he's in great shape..."

I sat up, began to sit upright watching the TV screen, slowly sipping my orange juice, closed the Naked Lamb photo album, and tossed it far away onto the bed.

Although I enjoy looking at photo albums, I was now involuntarily drawn to this boxing match. I can look at photo albums anytime, but once the boxing match is over, I can't see them anymore.

I'm very interested in this boxing match. Seventh Brother of the Red Gang said these two are world-class fighters, and their epic showdown will definitely be incredibly exciting. There's so much to learn, I absolutely have to watch it.

I plan to watch the China-US boxing championship fight, but I should find out beforehand who will be fighting Xiao Jie. The TV station probably doesn't know about Xiao Jie's accident and he definitely won't be able to participate in the match. They've been working hard on promotion, even doing TV commercials, and they'll be broadcasting it live, showing how much they value this match.

I adjusted my mindset and completely shifted my attention from Fujiwara Miki to the TV, watching intently.

After the host finished introducing the situation, the TV screen switched to the match venue.

It was my first time watching a top-level boxing match, and it felt very novel. The atmosphere was incredibly intense, with the audience constantly shouting and cheering wildly. The host on stage was trying his best to stir up the audience's emotions, introducing the referees and fighters.

The referees were very professional, quite old, and had an air of impartiality.

Douglas and Diochenko were both warming up, and the replay showed their coaches and assistants massaging them in the locker room, adjusting their mouthguards and gloves, and fastening their bandages, while the referees did a final check and signed off. I was truly seeing things.

The two boxers looked fierce, with bulging eyes and muscular bodies, their fists like jackhammers, their muscles bulging and full of power. One wore red shorts and the other blue, their skin was black and white, a typical American black bear vs. a Russian ice bear.

Douglas had a tuft of long hair down his head, dyed red and blue, running from his forehead to the back of his head; the rest of his head was incredibly shiny—perhaps that's where his nickname "The Razor" came from. Diochenko had a completely shiny bald head.

The match finally began in a tense and exciting atmosphere.

Through the previous fight in the café, I had developed a keen intuition for combat sports. Although I hadn't read "The Complete Boxing Manual" and didn't understand the key points and rules of boxing, the commentator's introduction gave me a general understanding. The match was indeed exciting, a fierce battle.

These two were definitely not mindless boxers who would just blindly charge into the ring. After all, they were going to fight twelve rounds, their skill levels were similar, and they would certainly be cautious and strategic. They were physically imposing, but their footwork was exceptionally agile and varied, truly demonstrating their skill.

In my previous fights with Jiang Shuntian and others, I used my legs most of the time because I was a beginner in Taekwondo and imitated Northern Style kicks. Furthermore, Sanda and underground boxing both place great emphasis on leg techniques; the legs are like powerful axes, more effective. Therefore, we rarely used our fists, except for Jiang Shuntian's spiraling force, but I haven't fully mastered that yet.

I plan to study boxing seriously. I can't just use my legs and ignore my fists. Fists are more agile than legs, and if used well, they are far more lethal. Otherwise, how could Jiang Shuntian dominate the underground boxing ring?

Boxing doesn't allow kicking; it's all about fist techniques, which is something I should seriously study and learn from. If I had the boxing skills of Douglas or Diochenko, combined with leg techniques, I would definitely improve greatly.

I carefully observed their footwork and punches. Their movement and dodging were very skillful, advancing and retreating like lightning, dodging like the wind. Their heavy bodies moved like wasps and fluttering like butterflies—truly remarkable. They were constantly probing, preparing to deliver a fatal blow, especially when they suddenly closed in and unleashed a sudden, deadly punch—extremely terrifying, with astonishing explosive power. Their punching speed was definitely no slower than kicking six or seven times per second.

My superhuman brain faithfully recorded every brilliant punch and dodge, and even every mistake they made, ensuring I didn't repeat the same error.

I stood up and, while watching TV, imitated their every dodge and punch. The butterfly step, the left and right double-flying punches, standing defense, moving defense, defense with offense, offense with defense, balanced offense and defense, hooks, jabs, swings, straight punches, combinations—I imitated them

all. It was very difficult to imitate; most people would struggle to keep up with their offensive and defensive rhythm, let alone multitask. But I'm a genius with an exceptionally high level of intelligence, so naturally, I could imitate them all—it was a piece of cake.

During the breaks between rounds, I carefully studied and pondered, recalling my fight with Jiang Shuntian. I considered how I could have won without using my legs, how to attack with my fists, which techniques would have been suitable, how to move freely without being countered. After much thought

, I gained a lot. I threw punches continuously indoors, combining jabs, hooks, and swings, the wind whistling through the air like the howling of ghosts. I became more and more proficient, as if I were competing against Douglas and Diochenko.

My punching speed gradually increased, unleashing over a dozen punches per second, far faster than kicks, and much faster than the two boxers I was fighting. My power was also greater. Although the power of a rapid series of punches was far less than that of a single concentrated punch, it was still beyond the capacity of an ordinary boxer to withstand. The speed and power were truly monstrous.

The formidable body modified by the Star Absorbing Technique played a crucial role, allowing me to withstand the damage caused by the rapid punches. Even if an ordinary person were to break their arm, they still wouldn't reach this level. This is in my normal state; the situation after the mutation is unimaginable.

However, my most desired skill, the Spiral Force, showed no progress whatsoever, demonstrating Jiang Shuntian's extraordinary abilities. If he hadn't encountered a monster like me, even if Douglas and Diochenko had faced him personally, they probably wouldn't have been able to win.

Although Razor won the match slightly on points, there were two spectacular knockouts. The first was when Diochenko, taking advantage of Douglas's fierce attack from the corner, suddenly unleashed a surprise punch, striking back and technically knocking down his opponent. The second time, Douglas displayed his prowess, retaliating in kind. He first feinted to lure his opponent, then, taking advantage of the opponent's powerful punch, used incredibly unpredictable footwork to dodge, throwing his opponent off balance. He then delivered a powerful hook punch, knocking his opponent down and securing the victory.

At that moment, my attention wasn't on who won the championship belt, but on that incredibly familiar punch. This was Jiang Shuntian's spiraling force, which I had been trying to decipher for so long.

Although it was just a fleeting moment on television, my keen eyes perfectly captured the crucial scene, and my superhuman brain immediately analyzed and deciphered it at an extraordinary speed. Comparing it to my memories of Jiang Shuntian's spiraling force, I analyzed the similarities and differences, finding the key. Watching only one person's technique might not reveal the secret, but comparing two made it all clear.

In the blink of an eye, my brain deciphered it, and I suddenly understood. Both men used the power of their elbows to rapidly rotate their forearms, creating a wrist tremor. Although subtle and imperceptible to the average person, its power was astonishing.

The key lay in the angle of the elbow and wrist, combined with the speed, power, and technique of the punch to create the spiraling force. The rotation of my elbow unleashed a chilling, trembling force, like a drill. This was the boxing technique I needed.

The televised boxing match was no longer important to me. I disregarded my surroundings, leaping up and shouting, "I've got it!" I jerked my elbow, fixing the angle and position of my elbow and wrist, and delivered a spinning punch. A hissing sound filled the air, creating a powerful vortex in front of me.

I quickly followed up with a series of elbow strikes, the shrill cries echoing continuously. In a short time, I mastered this boxing technique with my enhanced, superior talent, and I was extremely familiar with it, as if I were born with it. I was incredibly excited.

Although Jiang Shuntian and Douglas could generate spiral force, their physical limitations limited them to only a small spin, unable to unleash its full potential. Their physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people, but this was all they could achieve; ordinary people couldn't execute this kind of punch. They were very talented, but they couldn't compare to monsters.

My physical abilities, enhanced by the Star Absorbing Technique, far exceeded theirs, allowing me to fully support this technique and effortlessly generate spiral force. The amplitude of my elbow's tremor was much greater than theirs—this was truly powerful spiral force. This was my biggest takeaway today.

I calmed down from my frenzy, sat back on the sofa, and continued watching the boxing match. Having mastered the spiraling energy, the match no longer captivated me. I started to find it exciting, but it became incredibly boring before it even ended.

I no longer imitate; it's not just a fleeting enthusiasm, but a truly rapid improvement. I am a genius monster. The boxing match ended quickly, and I wasn't interested in their celebrations. What does winning or losing a boxing match matter? Why should the winner be so arrogant and the loser so dejected? Don't you understand the importance of not being arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat?

I even remembered a famous quote, but I didn't pay attention. I grabbed the photobook from the bed and continued looking at it, still not satisfied. A foreign football match started playing on TV; a bunch of tall, blue-eyed, burly men were fighting over a ball, constantly getting cards and scolded—it was truly miserable. I wasn't going to watch this boring match.

After finishing the photobook, I breathed a sigh of relief. This book was worth buying; I can enjoy it repeatedly. The photos are very artistic, a masterpiece of lewd art.

My lower body is as hard as a rod. After the modification, it's much stronger and thicker than the average person's. No talent or special ability can compare to me. I really want to find a woman to release my desires, and then I think of Sweet Orange. "

It's better to weave a net than to stand by the pond and envy the fish; it's better to have a bird in your hand than a thousand birds in the forest.

" This sentence inexplicably appeared in my mind. What does this mean? Where did it come from? Is it due to memory absorption confusion? I wasn't thinking about you guys, so please stop causing trouble! Are there signs of memory fusion?

I shivered, not knowing whether it was good or bad. I hoped my mental state wouldn't be affected. Since there were no unusual symptoms for the time being, it should be fine. No wonder I sometimes inexplicably know things lately. I hadn't paid attention before; it seems to have been subtly influencing me. Actually, this is quite good. Before I knew it,

it was already five o'clock in the evening. The thought from earlier reminded me that I might as well go out and hunt for women tonight. Thinking about it, it seemed interesting. I really need to figure out what to do tonight. After a night's sleep, I'm full of energy and don't need to sleep anymore. But I can't fall asleep when I lie down.

The intervals between energy recovery sessions are getting longer, which must be due to the effects of the "Star Absorbing Technique." I'll definitely find something to do tonight. I can't do anything legitimate, robbery is easy, but I have enough money now, so there's no need to rob anymore.

I don't want to kill or commit arson, and I have no target for illicit affairs, but I can go out and find a place for entertainment. I haven't mutated yet, so I won't scare anyone. If I encounter a suitable prostitute, a visit would be nice.

I haven't mutated at all today, which makes me uneasy. Tonight, I'll find a secluded place to try mind control, fly around a bit, keep practicing my punches and songs, practicing every day will always be beneficial, then practice my martial arts and release some tension. I can't cause too much trouble in the hotel, but it's convenient outside; no one will see me at night. I won't come back tonight; I'll go directly to pick up the fake documents tomorrow morning.

I quickly came up with a plan, feeling excited. Having money to go out and have fun is great, of course. I immediately emptied my large leather bag, packed spare clothes, otherwise, if I ruined my clothes, I'd have to run back naked. I put the money in my small handbag.

I went out for dinner, cleaned up the food, tidied up the books in the room, turned off the TV, grabbed my purse and handbag, locked them, and left the hotel, feeling smug. I took a taxi and sped off to Wansheng Street. My first fare would start there.

Before 5:30, I arrived at Wansheng Street. Looking at the luxurious buildings lining both sides of this entertainment street, it was truly dazzling and overwhelming, leaving me unsure where to go.

Nearby were magnificent, opulent hotels, entertainment complexes, and nightclubs. I saw the Golden Caesars Entertainment Palace and really wanted to go in, but I didn't have much money. Although it was more than the average person, it was far from the wealthy.

I spend money like water now, but it's all small expenses; I don't have the capital to gamble big. I wouldn't even have enough to cover my losses. I'm saving that money for getting married; I don't want to go in and feel ashamed, humiliated, and frustrated.

Besides, I don't know how to enjoy high-end things; I'm not good at drinking, gambling, or whoring. Why embarrass myself? I already embarrassed myself at coffee this morning; I'd rather go somewhere else and kill some time.

Those hair salons, foot massage parlors, and nightclubs are definitely cheap, but I don't want to go singing, dancing, or get a hair or foot massage. It's still early, and the nightlife hasn't started yet, so I'll wait. Where should I go for fun?

I spotted a Marriott Cinema nearby. It looked like a good place to watch movies. I'd never been before, so I figured I'd give it a try. Better than going to some random place I didn't understand. Hopefully, it wouldn't be like last night's horror movie on TV; I didn't want to pay to be scared. So, I excitedly ran into the Marriott Cinema.

The cinema was well-organized and well-equipped. I easily found the movie theater by following the signs. There were also costume shops and some entertainment facilities, but I only wanted to watch movies; I wasn't interested in those.

It was a large, luxuriously decorated cinema with advertisements outside boasting top-of-the-line sound equipment like SRD-EX and DTS, and an imported red LED sound system for realistic movie projection. I didn't understand much about it, but it sounded good.

Across the street was a beautifully decorated video arcade. The advertisements outside claimed it was the only super-large widescreen video arcade in the city, with visual and sound effects comparable to a movie theater.

Now I faced a choice. Based on my limited experience, movies were new releases, while videos were older ones. I figured I'd prefer to watch new movies, so I went to the movie theater to see what was playing. I wouldn't watch anything that didn't suit my taste.

A huge poster plastered on the billboard outside showed a man and a woman embracing passionately, with the headline: "Love Heaven and Earth, Love to the Point of Life and Death."

This was clearly a romance film, and even if it was new, I didn't want to watch it. I have no experience; I'd feel nothing. I used to struggle to make ends meet, how could I understand romance?

The large advertising screen outside was still playing trailers and interviews with the director and actors, the sound deafening.

I watched curiously. On screen, the two were deeply in love, crying their hearts out, the music was mournful, they were even half-undressed, but at the crucial moment, something always happened—they never made love. If there were actually those scenes, it wouldn't be a romance film, it would be pornography. I felt sorry for them; their romance was taking too long. I definitely wouldn't watch this garbage.

The director is really ugly, with a full beard, filthy, and he's making romance films? I'd rather not watch his disgusting movie. A hundred yuan for a ticket? I wouldn't even bother watching it for free.

I went to the video rental store again, thinking it through. Regardless of whether the movie was new or old, if I hadn't seen it before, it was considered new. This time I wasn't disappointed. The video rental store was showing the martial arts film *Swordsman II*, the sci-fi film *The Hulk*, and an untitled internal film, playing on a loop without clearing the audience. Buying a ticket to watch all day was great.

There were no posters or big screen advertisements outside, so it was probably an older film, but it suited my taste. I had just finished practicing martial arts and wanted to watch a martial arts film; a sci-fi film would broaden my horizons, and I needed some technological stimulation. But what was this "internal film"? Why wasn't it labeled? I was genuinely puzzled. Whether it was good or not, having two other movies to watch was enough. The video rental store was luxurious, almost as good as a movie theater; it must be very comfortable, a real treat.

I excitedly went to the ticket counter to buy a ticket. The ticket seller asked if I wanted an upstairs ticket, a downstairs ticket, or a box ticket.

I just wanted to relax while watching a movie; why be confined to a corner? It wasn't like I was doing anything shameful. I didn't want a box ticket, especially since the ticket was expensive, two hundred yuan. I wouldn't waste money.

The upstairs area should be quieter than downstairs, and the ticket price was only ten yuan more, so I bought a regular upstairs ticket for fifty yuan. I didn't go in immediately; I bought food and drinks first to eat inside—that would be much more comfortable.

Chapter 3 ◆ Film and Television Expo

Following the ticket seller's directions, I arrived at the nearby 24-hour cinema catering service area. They offered a variety of food, including movie snack sets: fried noodles, fried rice, sandwiches, hamburgers, and wonton noodles, with options for chicken, pork, beef, or vegetables—quite good. They also had various potato chips, sunflower seeds, peanuts, fish slices, candy, chocolate, and other snacks, as well as a variety of drinks. The service was comprehensive.

I was very satisfied. I bought a box of chicken and vegetable fried noodles, grabbed chopsticks, picked out several bags of fries, fish slices, chocolate, and other snacks, and a few bottles of iced cola, orange juice, and beer. I'd try them all, regardless of whether they were good or not. That was enough. It cost two hundred yuan, which was indeed very expensive.

Carrying a large bag of food and a briefcase, I entered the deluxe video arcade. I didn't have time to carefully examine the surrounding facilities and posters. After having my ticket checked, I went straight up the stairs to the dark second-floor screening room.

The screening room was large, unlike the cramped and claustrophobic typical video arcades; like a movie theater, the environment was excellent. They were currently switching films; the previous film had just ended, and the credits were rolling back—perfect timing.

There were no seats available on the second floor, and I quickly found a quiet spot. The hall was dark, but my eyes adapt very quickly, so I had no trouble finding a place. I placed my food and briefcase on the seat next to me and casually observed my surroundings. There were only about a dozen people sitting around; it seemed few people wanted to pay to watch older films, since they could be shown on TV.

The few audience members were mostly couples, like lovers passing the time, whispering to each other, not really watching the movie. They sat far apart, not wanting to be disturbed or spied on. In the pitch-black video arcade, no one would notice what I was doing.

The movie started—Jet Li's *Swordsman II*. I ate and drank while watching intently, ignoring everyone around me. I haven't read the original novel, so I have a complete grasp of the plot and can hardly identify the main characters. However, the fighting was exciting, and the action was very cool—far more flashy than any Taekwondo or boxing shows I've seen recently. It couldn't compare to the Southern and Northern styles I've encountered before, and Jiang Shuntian and I were far behind.

Our martial arts emphasize simplicity and a single, fatal blow. If it were as flashy as in the movie, we'd be killed with a single punch. In real combat, there's no time for fancy moves

. I haven't studied the theory, but I understand the obvious principle: don't learn these impractical, unrealistic things. Movies are fake, just for entertainment and to attract viewers; they're not real fighting. Besides me, this monster, who can fly? If the movie portrayed it like my real fight with Jiang Shuntian, it would be too boring, and nobody would like it. Audiences crave spectacle and grand scenes.

But if I were to mutate, I could learn those flashy moves; flying around in the sky would look pretty. I can't execute such beautiful moves, although most beautiful moves are useless.

I only remember a few moves from this movie; I don't understand the rest. Leisure and entertainment make time fly by. While I was constantly eating and drinking, the movie ended.

Several couples around me were chattering incessantly, completely ignoring the film. I didn't hear what they were saying; thanks to my enhanced hearing, I could have heard them if I listened carefully.

I wanted to see what the internal film was, but next they showed the sci-fi blockbuster *The Hulk*. I

didn't know it was directed by a Chinese director, but the scenes were spectacular, making me eager to join in. American blockbusters are awesome. The Hulk is similar to me, perhaps with a similar mutation, but my abilities are far superior.

Watching the Hulk rampage and jump around in the film, I felt excited and really wanted to go out and smash things myself, but I had to restrain myself. Watching the Hulk carry a plane into space, I also wanted to fly out and try it sometime, but he seemed to be in pain, so I had to be careful. The Hulk was captured and experimented on several times, which gave me goosebumps. I must be more careful in the future and not get captured.

Although I have no experience, the Hulk is even more foolish—with such immense power, why does he always get captured? His hesitation and

lack of resolve at crucial moments, failing to carry out the destruction to the end, truly disappointed me, a fellow

human. If I ever have that day, I will show the world that the power of monsters cannot be desecrated by movies, and I will never be as weak and easily bullied as him, wasting my strength. Later, his father became abnormally powerful, truly formidable, but I didn't understand how he was defeated. There are always stronger people, and there's always something beyond my understanding; perhaps there are monsters even more powerful than me. I must improve my strength as soon as possible; I cannot be complacent. The world is vast and full of wonders; I must pursue absolute power and cannot slacken.

I watched this film with a mixture of unease and excitement, leaving me with mixed feelings. Aside from witnessing the monster's strength and abnormality and feeling a sense of unease, I didn't understand the film's main ethical and moral message, and the plot felt rushed.

Now I'm somewhat excited because the third film is starting. I've been waiting for this anonymous insider film, very curious, wanting to see what it's all about. The opening credits list it as an unknown small film company; I don't even know which big film company it is. The title is "Midnight Rape Demon."

I was stunned, not understanding the meaning of the title. I never expected a seemingly respectable place to show this kind of film. The movie opened with an extremely exciting midnight rape scene.

Several burly men were gang-raping a stunningly beautiful young girl in a luxury sports car. Her clothes, bra, and panties were stripped off piece by piece, revealing two small, cute breasts and a smooth, not particularly plump buttocks—not fat compared to an orange.

She was forced onto the sports car, enduring various forms of abuse and torture, crying her heart out, screaming hysterically, her pleas for mercy echoing endlessly—so exciting!

It turned out to be a pornographic film; no wonder it wasn't titled. But calling it "Internal Film" would be ridiculous. This video arcade must have powerful backers or be protected by a gang; how could a respectable place dare to show this kind of film? But I liked it.

This video arcade was indeed interesting, a mix of martial arts films, sci-fi films, and pornographic films—not tiring to watch. Having just finished watching Ms. Fujiwara's nude photobook, watching this film was quite a different experience. The actors were all Chinese, and I don't know where it's from, but I guess it's not a mainland Chinese film; it's probably a Hong Kong film.

I was filled with righteous indignation and my blood boiled. Those scumbags who preyed on women in the film were truly hateful. Even though I knew it was fake, I couldn't bear it. Making this kind of film must have been torture. I wished I were the one having sex with her; I wanted to do it myself. Unfortunately, the sex parts weren't clear, which was a real shame. This is a Category III film, not an adult film, so there's no explicit content. I don't understand film classifications.

This erotic director is very talented; he directed it very well, no less than the directors of the previous two films. Although it's blurry and unclear, it maximizes the arousal of evil desires. The extremely brutal scenes are filmed with a poetic and beautiful touch, truly a wicked and obscene art.

My genitals immediately became engorged with blood; I was incredibly excited. It's a rare and excellent film, very satisfying. Just as I was lost in thought, I faintly heard soft, sweet moans.

The thrilling rape scene in the film had passed, and the main plot had begun. I wasn't interested in non-rape scenes, so I looked towards the source of the moans and was immediately shocked: How could anyone be doing this here?

A stylishly dressed couple sitting not far in front of me were engaged in a passionate act.

The man had pulled his female companion's top and bra up to her neck, kneading her breasts and constantly stimulating her tender nipples with his fingers. Instantly, her nipples became red and swollen with blood, and her tender breasts changed shape in his hands.

The woman was quite aroused and couldn't help but moan, but not wanting to disturb others, she tried hard to suppress her cries. Sometimes, she couldn't help but let them out a little louder, which I, with my keen ears, heard.

She wasn't a professional actress, but her moans were very delicate and beautiful, extremely pleasant to the ear, no less so than the moans of the beautiful girls in the film. Each had its own merits; one was the moan of being raped, sounding weak and pitiful, while the other was the moan of being comforted, sounding extremely pleasurable.

I almost spat out the spicy beer I had just drunk. Did I come to the wrong place? Although the video arcade was dark, not in broad daylight, they couldn't be so shameless. Weren't they afraid of being seen?

The woman kept pulling at her male companion's hand, panting softly, "Harder."

The man lewdly said, "Little darling, we have time, we'll take it slow."

I broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a chill in my heart. I looked around. Several couples around me were hugging and cuddling, touching and comforting each other. Those with a little shame touched each other through their clothes, so it wasn't clear; those without any scruples, like the couple in front, took off their clothes and touched each other, getting a good look and broadening their horizons.

The particularly open ones, like the one next to me, couldn't wait any longer and actually pulled down his female companion's pants, making her kneel on the seat with her buttocks up, and scratching her under her underwear with his fingers. I wonder what it felt like to scratch an itch through a boot. His female companion's buttocks were very full, and just looking at them felt very arousing.

With my abnormal eyesight and sensitive hearing, which had been modified by the Star Absorbing Technique, I could see and understand everything. The perverted spying and eavesdropping techniques finally came in handy. With more practice, they'll surely shine.

They haven't actually started their acts yet, probably because they haven't completely abandoned their sense of shame, which I estimate won't be long. Their female companions are indeed very beautiful. Some have huge breasts and plump buttocks, hard to handle, clearly seasoned; others have tender breasts and delicate buttocks, fresh and cute, seemingly untouched by the world. There are all sorts of women, from slender to plump, from young to mature, their identities hard to discern—girlfriends or prostitutes, I wonder.

My throat itched, my lower body hardened like steel, and I felt a bit uncomfortable, so I gulped down two mouthfuls of beer.

I don't like beer, I'm not used to the taste, and at first I thought I'd made a mistake buying it, wasting money. But seeing this scene, after a couple more sips, I felt a spicy, stimulating sensation, my blood rushing to my head, feeling extremely exhilarated. It's true that alcohol can embolden; things I couldn't imagine before now seem insignificant.

Although I can't stand these people's lewd behavior, I feel a secret pleasure, a kind of voyeuristic thrill. There are no rape scenes in the movie yet, but watching a live sex show is just as stimulating.

Is this a video rental store or a brothel? Is it a place specifically for these people to have their trysts? No wonder people come here even for old movies; they're not here to watch a film, but to find a quiet place to do their business.

Movie theaters are crowded and inconvenient for illicit activities, and they don't show adult films—it's not exciting enough. It's quiet here; it doesn't matter if people see us, we're all like-minded.

Video rental stores make money off these people, otherwise they couldn't survive. These pirated films are free to show, unlike movie theaters which have high expenses; even though there are fewer customers, it's enough.

I'm multitasking now, watching the movie with one eye and watching all sorts of live sex shows with the other. It's really enjoyable. If I keep watching, I think I'll develop a perverted new function called "binocular split-viewing."

Finally, the movie has some good shots. The director is very skilled, using split-screen techniques with great skill, similar to the approach used in "The Hulk."

The movie presented a stark contrast: on one hand, the male protagonist seduced the wealthy man's young wife, the two embracing naked in bed, tenderly and affectionately displaying their passionate love; on the other hand, the protagonist's wife was being raped by the midnight rapist who appeared at the beginning of the

film, subjected to a brutal and relentless beating, her buttocks slapped repeatedly with loud slaps, wax dripping, and electric shocks—the perverse methods constantly evolving. I felt a surge of excitement. The audience below, reaching a climax with the film's progression, writhed wildly in their seats.

The man in front of me grabbed his female companion's breasts, lewdly saying, "Darling, give me a blowjob."

I was puzzled, not understanding the meaning of "blowjob.

" The woman, feigning reluctance, seemed embarrassed, giggling, "That's not good, there are so many people here!"

Please, have some professionalism, hurry up, I'm waiting to see!

The man unzipped his pants and lewdly said, "It's okay, no one can see me if I lie down."

The woman giggled, "I want to watch the rest of the movie!"

The man lewdly replied, "How many times have you watched it? Stop dawdling. Before the movie ends, hurry up and give me some pleasure. I can't hold back anymore." Ignoring his companion's pleas, he grabbed her hair and forced her head down.

The woman couldn't speak, lying under the seat, only able to whimper, her head being pulled up and down by the man. The man was extremely engrossed, pulling on his companion's hair, making her tremble.

I was terrified. Although the seat blocked my view, I could guess that she was giving her boyfriend oral sex, of course, she couldn't speak. That man must be enjoying it, I felt pleasure just watching.

Although I had no experience, after Sweet Orange's introduction last time, I had some understanding. So this is called blowjob, so vivid, it's a pity no one can give me one. My dick is hard, it would be great to bring a prostitute to watch, why envy others? Watching the movie, and then looking at the sensual scene before me, it was truly wonderful.

I was thrilled. This was the perfect opportunity to practice. I stopped eating snacks, straightened my seat with my firm lower body, and began to practice the Eight Winds Unmoved Zen Technique, the Great Power of Keen Eyes and Ears, and the Secret Technique of Peeping and Eavesdropping. Instantly, I could take in the surroundings and see everything at a glance. The boundless scenery rushed towards me.

Although I haven't mutated yet, I possess certain supernatural abilities. While not exceptionally powerful, they far surpass those of ordinary people. The modifications made by the Star Absorbing Technique have made my physical attributes far exceed those of ordinary people. Any ability that exceeds the normal standard by a significant margin qualifies as a supernatural ability.

These sexual partners are positioned a distance from me, and their movements are not loud. Ordinary people in a dark video rental store cannot see or hear clearly. Even with the light from the screen, it's still difficult to see everything, let alone watch a movie while simultaneously watching erotic scenes, or multiple performances at the same time.

Only a monster like me, with extraordinary abilities, can see in all directions, hear in all directions, and see every detail, down to the smallest detail. I can not only see with both eyes, but each eye also possesses the function of a split-screen in a movie—truly an unparalleled voyeuristic technique. I suspect the structure of my eyes is different from that of ordinary people.

I cannot fully understand certain bodily functions; only through continuous experimentation can I discover them. This kind of testing is very useful now; the functions after mutation will definitely be far stronger than they are now.

Coming today was truly the right decision; I happened to discover a new supernatural ability. Someone like me, who can develop superpowers from watching porn, is a true genius.

Under my all-encompassing gaze, accompanied by the rousing movie music, the lingering, irresistible moans, and the desperate cries of someone being raped, the crowd below displayed their unique abilities, unaware that a pair of piercing eyes were watching their privacy from the shadows. This feeling of observing others' privacy is truly exhilarating.

A guy nearby, holding a topless young woman in his arms, leered, "Xiao Qin, try sitting on me!"

The woman, half-heartedly resisting, propped herself up with her hands and said coquettishly, "Oh! Mr. Zhang, you're so naughty! So eager. Let's do it later! There are people watching here, I'm embarrassed."

Looking at her seductive face, how could she be embarrassed? She was purely horny and wanted to get on top; probably the type of mistress seducing the boss.

The boss leered, "What man isn't lustful? Especially someone as pretty as Xiaoqin. It'll be more exciting to do it here. It's dark here, no one will see. Even if they do, they'll envy us. It would be terrible if that old hag found out when we got back; she's been watching me closely lately."

The girl giggled, "So, Mr. Zhang is afraid of his wife."

The boss smirked, "I'm most afraid of not getting what I want!"

The girl deliberately dragged her pants down until the boss was about to lose his temper, then she pulled open her panties a crack, hugged him, and sat on top of him. If the boss really got angry, getting a spanking wouldn't be fun. The girl knew how to control her flirting, manipulating the boss completely.

I was truly amazed, drinking my beer and laughing uncontrollably.

As soon as the sword was sheathed, the boss exclaimed, "Oh! So tender, much better than my old hag."

The girl smiled smugly, "Of course. I'm a virgin! I need your help with that..."

The boss nodded repeatedly, "I'll take care of it right away. Oh! That feels so good!"

I shook my head inwardly. What a despicable man! So shameful! Even the girl probably looks down on him, but now she's being fucked by him. That's the allure of power and money, making the girl willingly submit and surrender.

The old man was fucking her hole and touching her breasts, his face flushed, as if he had taken ecstasy, his head shaking, his body swaying, humming, clearly enjoying himself immensely.

The girl's breasts trembled and her hips swayed, rising and falling, groaning softly, which was quite beautiful, intoxicating, and hard to resist, but I wondered if she was truly enjoying serving the old man; they seemed mismatched.

I was envious and jealous, and really wanted to take his place. It would be more suitable for me to fuck the girl, but I didn't have the ability, and she wouldn't ask me for help. Looks like I need to make some progress quickly before the girls will throw themselves at me. Dream on.

Now these guys are finally getting down to business. The handsome guy next to me, not to be outdone, perhaps wanting to compete, ripped off his girlfriend's panties and started licking and biting them, displaying the fierce savagery of a wild animal.

I felt nauseous; it felt like watching animals mating.

The beauty had been sticking her butt out for a while, probably tired. Although she was enjoying the penetration, she probably hadn't expected her panties to be ripped off. Startled, she quickly got up, using her buttocks to push him away, covering her buttocks with her hands, feigning shame, saying, "Don't do this, it's embarrassing, others will see."

I chuckled inwardly: What's embarrassing? They've already seen us.

The big man laughed, "It's so dark, who will see? Lie down and let me try. Let's properly savor the peach."

These guys really know how to come up with fancy names; I couldn't stop chuckling.

The beautiful woman hesitated, "Is it alright here?"

The burly man didn't answer, but shoved her forward forcefully, grabbed a small bottle of strong liquor from the side, and took a big gulp, spraying it all over her buttocks with a "pfft"—quite a bold move! Then he swung his hand and slapped her buttocks hard, liquor splashing everywhere, her flesh trembling violently. The sound was deafening; the second floor probably heard it, but no one paid him any attention, probably used to it.

The burly man shouted, "Are you going to do it or not? Hurry up! Obey me!"

He was a violent man, so scary. Was this considered rape?

The beautiful woman trembled from the slaps, let out a cry, and obediently lay down, raising her buttocks again, probably afraid of being beaten again. Violence certainly has its advantages; it saves a lot of talking. Unlike that boss who coaxed the pretty girl, it all came naturally. Truly, there's a lesson to be learned everywhere in life.

大汉舔啃一番后，伸出中指，在后面乱插一气，把所有洞都捅一遍，戏谑道：「舔的够味吧！咱再给通通。怎幺样？捅得爽吧！」

美人哼哼唧唧的答应，不知爽不爽，大概碰上如此野蛮之辈，实在无言。

大汉抽出手指，扶着美人屁股，向下一拉裤子，便要从背后捅进去，但地方狭窄，动作过大，没瞄準，一下没捅进去，刺到屁股上，险些弄折。

大汉痛叫一声，极为愤怒，狠抽美人屁股一记，大叫一声：「操！」

美人被揍得真冤枉，你没捅準，干卿何事？ She screamed and pleaded, "Big brother, don't do it here, it's inconvenient, someone's watching. Let's go back and play, you can do it however you want."

The big man roared, "I'll do it here! I like it, it's great! You brat, stop babbling and you're asking for it. How did you train me before? Have you forgotten?"

This was a truly brutal example of male chauvinism, but I liked it.

The beauty immediately fell silent, only able to stick her butt out and wait to be fucked.

The big man touched her buttocks and thought for a moment, then said, "Doing it here is indeed inconvenient, let's change places, let's go to the corner in front and do it standing up." He didn't let her put on her clothes, ripped off her panties and bra, carried her out of the aisle in front of the seats, and walked to the corner on the second floor leading to the restroom. Although the beauty was unwilling, she didn't dare to resist her violent boyfriend.

I was worried I couldn't see, but I didn't expect to see even more clearly.

The big man made the beauty stand on the ground, bend over, spread her legs, stick her butt out, and support herself on the railing in front of her with both hands, then suddenly thrust into her from behind and fucked her wildly. Unlike the boss who whined and moaned, he was quite forthright, even singing, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my little sister You's tender hole!"

He hadn't completely lost his shame; he didn't sing loudly, just hummed softly, so as not to disturb others watching the movie or having sex with their partners. Everyone went their own way, each doing their own thing.

I felt they could exchange partners and have some fun, so why not? They didn't seem to care; why cling to one ass so tightly? I don't know if it's my inexperience or theirs.

The beauty was moaning as she was being fucked, seemingly not enjoying it, her cries sounding somewhat painful. This guy was truly a beast on the field. It would be more convenient for them to go to the bathroom, but this hunky guy insisted on watching the movie while having sex—how interesting. Now, even the movie was filled with intense, dramatic sex.

Although I can multitask, watching multiple men having sex together is so captivating that it's hard to focus on anything else. I can only watch the spectacle, unaware of the details. My brain lacks the ability to process information; after so much activity, I'm almost mentally exhausted. Even just watching is more tiring than the men frantically having sex.

I'm mentally drained. I'm struggling to control my desires; my lower body is tense, hard as a gun, and I can't release it. Suddenly, I have an urge to kill those men, to rape their female companions—it's better than just watching. I'm desperately suppressing this wild desire, afraid to act recklessly, or something terrible will happen.

I don't want a riot. The video parlor is crowded; I can't kill them all just to rape a few women. Besides, it's difficult to do so; there will inevitably be omissions. If I'm exposed, the consequences will be dire, causing a lot of trouble—it's not worth it. Prostitution is safer; prostitutes have better service.

Chapter Four ◆ Monster Hunting the Beauty

The people on the second floor are unaware that they just narrowly escaped death. If it weren't for my strong self-control, they would have been finished long ago. Today would have been their last day of this.

I'm barely holding back now, but if I can't control my violent desires, they still won't escape my clutches. Once my self-control breaks through its limit, there will be rivers of blood. This is no joke; it could

very well happen. Just like when I first used the Star Absorbing Technique to absorb human energy, I suddenly mutated, became uncontrollable, and then erupted in a frenzy of release, completely out of control, and finally finished. This situation could very well repeat itself, and might even destroy this video parlor; it's hard to predict.

Now, photo albums can't satisfy my desires, and movies don't attract me. I don't want to watch movies that develop slowly and don't show the details of the sex acts. I crave the real, live experience of these people, to taste the thrill of life. I'm about

to lose control and explode, but the scene before my eyes isn't a movie scene; it's a mountain of corpses, blood and flesh splattering everywhere. Movies and hallucinations alternate before my eyes, making it hard for me to control myself. My self-control has reached its limit. I reach out and grab a piece of chocolate, swallow it down, gulp down a mouthful of beer, and am about to act.

I could almost see myself grinning savagely, grabbing someone and tossing them aside, then thrusting into his female companion's vagina from behind. I could almost hear the beauties' panicked screams and uncontrollable cries of pain.

I could no longer restrain myself and was about to stand up when a sweet voice suddenly called out behind me, "Sir, would you like some service?" These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head, pulling me back from my frenzied state, shattering my illusions, and calming my feverish passion.

I had only been focused on others having sex and hadn't noticed anyone approaching. Turning around, I saw a beautiful woman behind me, alluring and seductive, and I was instantly overjoyed. This was an incredible surprise, like winning the lottery! The person was none other than Sweet Orange, whom I had bumped into on the street before, the one who hadn't paid me for sex—I had just remembered her.

Had the heavens heard my heart's cry? This was truly a gift from heaven. Sweet Orange had fallen from the sky, a familiar face returned, but my memory was fading again. Could it not always be like this? I really wanted to hug her.

She was still wearing the see-through outfit from before, her face as radiant as ever, her bare breasts and exposed buttocks truly stunning.

Sweet Orange's interruption not only gave me an outlet for my anger but also calmed my rage, saving everyone before me and accumulating immense merit. I suppose in my next life I won't be a prostitute ridden by thousands; in this life, let this monster save her—perhaps it's destiny.

Apart from me, no one knew what had just happened, and no one thanked her. I wouldn't tell her the truth; I was too overjoyed to speak, stunned for a moment.

Seeing my sudden daze, Sweet Orange, confused, repeated with irresistible charm, "Sir, are you alone? Do you need my services? My skills are excellent, two hundred yuan a time."

I snapped out of it and laughed loudly, "Of course I do! I'm waiting for you, give me a hug!"

I suddenly stood up, extending my powerful arms like a tiger, easily lifting her up and holding her in my arms before sitting back down. I certainly didn't have the strength to hold her before, but now the situation has completely changed. It's like holding a light and agile little slut, incredibly easy and comfortable.

Sweet Orange probably didn't expect my reaction and was startled, but she didn't resist, obediently letting me pick her up. As long as she can make money, letting customers take advantage of her is her job. She sweetly said, "Sir... ah!" before letting out a scream.

It turned out that I had squeezed her plump and soft buttocks hard with my hand.

I can hardly believe this is real now, as if I've fallen into a dream. How could things be so coincidental? Only when the soft flesh touched my hand did I feel a little bit of reality, still full, plump and firm, just like I had experienced before.

Sweet Orange didn't mind my frivolous and unrestrained actions. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said breathlessly, "Sir, you're so naughty! Does it feel good to touch me?"

I smelled that strong, pungent perfume again. I wondered why she liked strong perfumes. I sniffed and chuckled, "So it really is Mi. Your ass is real, it feels really good."

I couldn't suppress the passion in my chest. My hands moved wildly, kneading and rubbing her lower body vigorously. My face flushed and my lower body became even harder and more erect.

This was my first time experiencing erotic pleasure, and I was inevitably excited. Although I had no experience, I had watched for a long time, so I wasn't clumsy. It wasn't difficult at all; I could just touch her casually. Her soft and beautiful body felt wonderful.

I forgot about watching the movie and stopped paying attention to the men and women around me having sex. I focused all my attention on Sweet Orange, indulging in pleasure. My hands moved like the wind, playing the pipa wildly. The pleasure spread throughout my body, and I felt a jolt of joy from my toes to the tips of my hair. Nothing else could interfere with my fun.

Sweet Orange was utterly powerless against my touch, her bones melting and her flesh going limp. She trembled and groaned involuntarily, collapsing into my arms, unable to rise, only able to wriggle slightly.

Now I felt good. Before, I was all alone, without a female companion, only able to envy others. Now I experienced the exhilarating feeling of "with a beauty in my hand, I have the world at my fingertips." No wonder those people enjoy erotic pleasure; it truly gives a strong sense of conquest.

Sweet Orange felt the firmness, swelling, and magnificence of my lower body. She instinctively reached down and touched it, grabbing it. She wriggled her hips in my arms, her hand constantly caressing and stroking it, a seductive smile on her face as she said, "Sir, it's so big and powerful here, I really want to try!"

I felt as if I'd been electrocuted, a tingling sensation spreading through my lower body, truly pleasurable, with an urge to release. Now I felt none of my initial shyness, hoping she would continue.

Sweet Orange, while I vigorously caressed her and kneaded her, said sweetly, "Does sir recognize me? Why did you say that earlier? Did I serve you before? My memory is so bad, I don't even recognize you."

She'd probably remembered at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, patrons. She probably only remembered the wealthy clients. It seemed she was puzzled by my earlier words and only asked now, in the throes of pleasure.

My appearance had changed drastically; I was no longer pale and thin. She certainly wouldn't recognize me as the greatest client in history, the one who had lingered with her for half a morning, yet still gave me five hundred dollars without actually paying.

I teased her buttocks with pleasure, laughing, "Little slut, you've already forgotten me? So forgetful! Your promise was to serve me wholeheartedly, to let me taste the most wonderful, blissful pleasure in the world, to feel the wondrous joy of life!"

Sweet Orange looked at me suspiciously for a few moments, scratched her head, seemingly unable to recall. She didn't possess my abnormally powerful memory. I look so different now, no wonder she looked confused.

I like teasing her, so I chuckled and reminded her, "For example, I don't like going through the front door, we can play with other holes. Blowjobs, deep throat, enemas, and anal penetration are exceptions, threesomes are fine too, but no candle wax or whipping. Besides the hole in your butt, where else on your back is there a hole?"

I mimicked the violent man from before, sticking out my middle finger and poking her anus hard.

Sweet Orange was immediately stimulated, her delicate body trembled violently, she cried out in surprise, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I thrust her upwards and she arched her buttocks, exclaiming in delight, "You are..." She seemed to remember something.

As she arched her backside, I suddenly swung my hand and

slapped her buttocks, finally experiencing the same thrill I felt when the violent man had brutally beaten her beautiful bottom. I laughed and said, "Remember now? I even gave you five hundred yuan!" Sweet Orange gave a coquettish hum, covered her buttocks with her hands, and wriggled in my arms, her face beaming with joy. "So it was you, my good man."

I rubbed her buttocks and said, "Of course it was me!"

Sweet Orange grabbed my hand and rubbed her buttocks with me, carefully examining her. "You didn't look like this before."

I pinched her tender flesh and laughed. "You're really observant. I had plastic surgery. Doesn't it look good?"

Sweet Orange giggled. "It does look good, but the change is too drastic. I can't recognize you at all. Can plastic surgery really make you look like this? How can you build up all these muscles? You used to be so thin, but now you're so strong. It makes me want to throw myself into your arms and have sex with you!"

She curiously reached out and pinched my muscles, as if to verify their authenticity.

On a whim, I slapped her hard on the bottom, taunting, "How dare you not believe me? You even dared to say I'm skinny? Am I that skinny? You deserve a beating!" I wanted to punish her a little more.

My personality has changed a lot. I would never have dared to do this before, and I would have been too embarrassed, but now that I have power, I can do whatever I want. My skin has become much thicker. The greater one's achievements, the thicker one's skin becomes—truly a universal truth.

Seeing that I was about to hit her bottom again, Sweet Orange quickly covered her buttocks with both hands, pleading with a coquettish laugh, "Don't hit me, it hurts so much. I didn't mean to, don't be stingy! I'm really curious."

While I was comfortably kneading her two soft mounds of flesh, I thought to myself, "I'll tell Skinny later that it was just an accident, but I'm sure I'm the one, otherwise how would I know those details?"

Although Sweet Orange was suspicious, she knew that an imposter wouldn't know the details of what happened, so she believed me and felt that there must be a reason. Although she was curious, she didn't know me well and didn't want to ask too many questions for fear of getting another beating. She coquettishly laughed, "Okay! You can say that you're skinny!" "Tell me later. You're so strong, even if it's free, I want to have sex with you once."

I chuckled, "I really want to have sex with you too."

Sweet Orange stroked my penis, squeezed it hard, and giggled, "Let's find a chance to try it out and see if the Overlord's Divine Spear is more powerful, or if Sweet Orange's Treasure Hole is better."

I was immediately aroused and readily agreed, "I'll definitely accompany you to the end."

Sweet Orange leaned close to my ear, teasing me with a strand of hair, and whispered, "I didn't expect you to have such a special fetish, no wonder you didn't go to a prostitute last time. Don't worry, I'll definitely find a chance to satisfy you. You have to go easy on me!"

My hands trembled, and I felt a chill in my heart. Did she think I was a sadist? I only hit her twice, it was intentional, but it was just for fun, please don't misunderstand, I explained, "Don't misunderstand..."

Sweet Orange interrupted with a laugh, "You don't need to explain, I understand. You hit me so hard just now!"

I was speechless. The more you explain, the more complicated it gets, so I simply didn't explain, she'll understand in time.

Sweet Orange said sweetly, "We're truly destined to meet."

What a coincidence! Like rain after a drought, or meeting an old friend while visiting a prostitute—truly a joyous occasion. My hand continued to caress her buttocks without letting up, and I laughed, "We really are destined. Did you come to see a movie today, or are you here for business?"

Sweet Orange's eyes were filled with desire as I touched her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and giggled, "Of course, I'm here for business. I'm very busy with work; how can I have time to leisurely watch a movie like you? We need to make a living!"

I laughed, "Why are you doing business here? Aren't you in a brothel?"

Sweet Orange's expression darkened. "I've run into some trouble lately, and I have to hide from certain people, so I came out to do this. Business is so hard these days, I'm just trying my luck! Let's not talk about these unfortunate things."

I knew she was concerned about her image and didn't want to discuss it in detail, so I didn't press her. I smiled calmly, "Okay! Let's talk about something else." My hand, which was carelessly touching her buttocks, felt a little wet and slippery. Had she peed? Why was she wet?

I was surprised. Looking down with my grotesque eyes, I saw her transparent panties were soaked. It wasn't a flood, but it looked like she'd urinated, yet there was no strange smell.

Of course, she hadn't actually urinated. Although I was inexperienced, I wasn't stupid. This was probably a female physiological characteristic; prolonged touching would cause arousal. She truly lived up to her name, like a sweet orange, becoming wet from my caresses.

Sweet Orange realized this and, seeing me curiously staring at her crotch, shyly said, "Don't look, you've made me wet."

I didn't know if wetness was good or bad, lacking relevant knowledge, and afraid of embarrassing myself, I didn't know how to respond, only smiling smugly. I used a lot of force, which she could hardly bear. Combined with my imposing physique and strong masculine aura, she naturally quickly became overwhelmed with desire.

Fortunately, she had received professional training; most women would probably lose control if they just leaned against me and were hugged by me. My body now was simply a woman's ultimate gift.

Sweet Orange, possessing profound professional knowledge, naturally understood the secret. He chuckled, "Brother, you're truly amazing! You haven't even drawn your sword yet, and you've already rendered me helpless. I truly don't live up to the name 'Sweet Orange Treasure Trove.' Indeed, there's always someone stronger, and one mountain is always higher than another. I admire you."

I was surprised. What was this? He admired me just like that? All he did was make Ze climax! My pride got the better of me, and I was too embarrassed to ask further. I pretended to understand and said, "I don't deserve such praise."

I wanted to clasp my hands in a fist salute, but my hands were wrapped around my wet buttocks, so I could only nod in acknowledgment.

Sweet Orange slightly lowered her hips and said, "Brother, why be modest? Since ancient times, the capable have been capable of anything. I, your little sister, am completely defeated. Let me get up first, so you don't get your clothes wet; they'll smell weird."

I quickly pressed down on her buttocks and said, "It doesn't matter if they get wet; I have clothes to change into."

Sweet Orange sat down again and said with a charming smile, "You're pressing right against my crotch!"

I looked down and saw that my erection was sharp as a spear, the dragon head pointing directly at my flower core. I couldn't help but smile awkwardly, but my hands didn't leave her buttocks.

Sweet Orange smiled and said, "I'll waive the two hundred yuan fee for the 'climax'. You paid me last time, so I'll serve you for free this time."

I shook my head and said, "No need, I don't care about that little bit of money. Not paying for prostitution is the greatest shame for a man. It's not easy, after all, I've already climaxed. I'm not a stingy person."

I have a very strong sense of self-respect and absolutely cannot let her do it for free, deducting from the hard-earned money she makes selling her body. Although I had paid before, it was only a gift, not payment for the service.

A man should be generous; how can he be so petty and stingy? I disdain settling old scores or petty grievances. Sweet Orange is so much fun, how can I not pay more? Even if she does nothing, a few hundred dollars is worth it.

Sweet Orange giggled, "Thank you, big brother. Why didn't you come to a brothel yesterday, and instead came here to watch a movie?"

I said helplessly, "I had things to do. I wanted to watch a movie tonight to relax, but I didn't expect to come to a place like this."

Sweet Orange chuckled, "It seems big brother is from out of town and doesn't know the situation. If big brother wants to relax, he should have come to a brothel."

I caressed her buttocks wantonly and laughed, "You guessed right, but there will be other opportunities in the future."

Sweet Orange laughed, "That's true."

After playing with her buttocks enough, I pulled my wet hands out from below, leaving a string of glistening threads, and wanted to find something to wipe them off.

Sweet Orange grabbed my wet hands without any hesitation and laughed, "I'll wipe them for you." She pulled my left hand to her mouth, opened her cherry-like mouth, and sucked on my middle finger, licking and sucking it continuously.

I didn't understand her intentions, so I could only let her do as she pleased, feeling incredibly happy. Although my fingers were being sucked, my whole body felt numb, as if an electric current was spreading from my fingers throughout my body.

I couldn't help but thrust my fingers in and out of her cherry-like mouth, overwhelmed with pleasure and joy. I could even feel the smooth, skillful touch of her tongue. We made love passionately, teasing and lingering in her mouth.

Sweet Orange responded with delight, her tongue performing a captivating act, creating a unique and alluring sensation.

On a whim, I imitated someone I'd just seen earlier, using my wet right hand to pull up Sweet Orange's transparent top, down to her neck, forcefully tearing open her bra, and beginning to gently knead and tease her tender breasts.

This was putting what I'd just learned into practice; I was now experiencing the techniques firsthand. Otherwise, how could I know if it was truly pleasurable? Sweet Orange's breasts were delicate, perky, and quite elastic. A touch of my finger didn't feel like dough.

Her breasts weren't small and weak, pitifully delicate, nor were they excessively large, like a grotesque, artificially shaped bust that would make one nauseous. They were perfectly proportioned, naturally formed, neither too small to be easily grasped nor too large to be held in one hand.

These beautiful breasts were clearly the result of excellent care and regular exercise; they were truly professional. I secretly admired them.

Sweet Orange didn't object, thrusting out her chest, letting me do as I pleased, sucking on them incessantly—she was truly dedicated.

Touching her breasts wasn't enough; I forcefully pulled my fingers out of her mouth and moved downwards, lifting her up and laboriously pulling down her transparent panties. Scratching through a boot was unbearable; being naked was much more fun.

Sweet Orange immediately blushed, a little embarrassed, but didn't resist, obediently complying with my wishes, slightly sticking out her buttocks, helping me pull down her pants herself, and then it was a natural progression.

I couldn't wait any longer, tearing off her wet, red lace panties, pressing her tightly against my side, my hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts and touching her buttocks, feeling the soft, smooth fullness and elasticity of her breasts—I was incredibly excited, unable to put them down.

The sensation of my swollen, engorged nipples pressing against my palm, constantly rubbing against me, was like an electric shock, like a dream, intoxicating me, making it impossible to extricate myself. I could only tease them to my heart's content, using both my fingers and palms to gently caress, rub, and tease, with boundless tenderness within. Her beautiful breasts and delicate buttocks were all in my hands; my heroic ambitions were all in my chest; her sweet dew was all in my heart. My lower body was erect, as if it wanted to devour me.

At this moment, everything was in the right place, and only the final move of penetration remained, to experience the supreme pleasure of shattering the void.

Sweet Orange was very cooperative, incredibly obedient, constantly wriggling and acting coquettishly in my arms, her soft breaths and intoxicating fragrance, her moans and groans continuous, melodious and captivating, truly like the shattering of Kunlun jade and the cry of a phoenix, the weeping of lotus flowers and the laughter of fragrant orchids, making me dizzy and relaxed, unable to control myself, as pleasurable as eating ginseng fruit.

She received rigorous training and expert guidance in this area, possessing specialized skills. Every smile, every laugh, every cry exuded boundless spring-like charm, allowing her male partners to experience unparalleled masculine prowess. She truly had a professional level, far superior to the female partners of the men around her. They relied solely on their feminine talents and bodies to engage in frivolous activities, lacking any technical skill. Which woman doesn't have buttocks and breasts? But very few can achieve what Sweet Orange possesses.

Fujihara Aiko, who released a photobook, is one example; she is my target.

We live in a commodity economy where everything is measured in money. Those ordinary women only know how to make love, yet they have no value, wasting their energy and bodily fluids. People like Sweet Orange and Fujihara, however, can sell their love for money, forming a commodity transaction. This is the difference in value; doing the same thing yields different results.

She makes movies, releases photobooks, participates in awards, and has reached international standards as a prostitute. She truly has ability. You don't know until you compare; the comparison is shocking. Comparison is infuriating.

Being a prostitute isn't easy, being a good one is even harder; it's not something you can just talk about. Professional skills aren't something you can acquire in a day or two, much less by being with one or two men. It requires countless trials and tribulations.

"Beautiful prostitutes, like famous generals, are not allowed to grow old in the world." Where did that saying come from? Too much knowledge, and it's all jumbled up; the absorbed memories are gradually showing signs of merging.

I looked around at my lovers with a sense of enjoyment, secretly chuckling to myself: "Brothers, you're envious, aren't you? This is professional level, much better than yours."

I really wanted to shout, but I held back; I still had a sense of shame and didn't want to embarrass myself in public. Even if these people didn't care, they were more embarrassed than me. Let them secretly envy me; I'll just enjoy myself in silence.

At first, I was an oddity; they didn't notice. Now I'm one of them, and some of them are paying attention to what I'm doing. Are they going to test new members? I can see them clearly, but they can't see me—it's so satisfying.

After some practice, my "Dragon Claw Hand for Breast Grabbing" and "Tiger Claw Hand for Butt-Pulling" techniques have reached perfection, bringing immense pleasure.

I mimicked the violent man's actions, taking a swig of the leftover beer next to me and spraying it violently onto Sweet Orange's tender breasts and buttocks, as if I were cooking a famous dish, with a flame seemingly rising from it.

Sweet Orange's delicate body trembled wildly, giggling incessantly. I chuckled, my interest piqued, and unleashed a flurry of wildly slapping her buttocks and breasts, instantly splashing beer everywhere, a scene of unbridled lewdness, utterly pleasurable, and utterly carefree.

Sweet Orange's two delicate buttocks flushed slightly, her tender breasts appearing even more vibrant and luscious.

I didn't use too much force, not enough to hurt her too much, and I didn't swell her buttocks; that wouldn't be fun. Mild sadism is quite enjoyable; too much would seem perverted. I didn't want that.

Sweet Orange was very cooperative; with my wild slaps, she trembled violently, her face beaming with a sweet smile, constantly moaning and begging for mercy, possessing a pitiful and endearing appearance, her delicate body trembling incessantly in my arms.

We played around for a while, and only stopped when we saw she was about to reach her limit.

Sweet Orange, as if in revenge, used my clothes to dry her wet, red buttocks and breasts, which reeked of alcohol. She grabbed my large, erect penis, wrapped her arms around my neck, and snuggled against me.

I felt a surge of pleasure, glancing down at the massive, erect head, and felt a pang of helplessness. Should I just do it right here? Everyone around was doing it. I could imitate her, but I had a sense of shame. While touching and cuddling under the stimulation of others was acceptable, to openly and shamelessly penetrate her in public was beyond my limits. It was unreasonable and hard to accept.

Although there were examples, I felt embarrassed and couldn't follow everything.

Just now, I was emotionally agitated; if I didn't release it, I would have gone berserk, killing everyone in front of me and raping their female companions. It would have been a desperate act, but now that I had a beautiful woman in my hands, after a good time, my agitated emotions would subside and wouldn't resurface. There was no need for that.

Chapter Five ◆ The Charm of a Courtesan

The place was cramped, making penetration uncomfortable. It was possible to do it in a seat, but it was too stifling and difficult to be truly satisfied. I don't want my first time having sex to end so quickly; I'd rather find a bright, comfortable place to really enjoy it. I have money, so I don't need to compromise myself.

I'm not as open as some violent guys; I'm embarrassed to go out and have sex openly, like it's a show.

I saw some details earlier, but I don't understand the principles. If I follow along, touching, patting, and spanking are fine, but actually penetrating would be difficult and I'd feel nervous. I've never experienced it before, so I'd be clumsy.

Right now, I'm conflicted; I want immediate pleasure, but I don't want to mess around here.

Seeing my hesitation, Sweet Orange, understanding the situation, caressed my masculine features and whispered seductively in my ear, "Big brother, do you want to do it here, or like that guy, do it in front? I think you're about to lose control."

I stroked her smooth cheek and said with a wry smile, "Little slut, I think Xia Cai is about to lose control."

Sweet Orange smiled shyly, and I changed my position to hug her, saying, "I don't like messing around here."

Sweet Orange understood and said, "I understand. The first time I met you, I knew you were shy, and it would be embarrassing to do it in front. I'm embarrassed too. Although I'm a prostitute, I've never been done like that before."

It would be strange if she hadn't been done like that before; if she hadn't met me today, she would have been taken advantage of. But I just smiled, pinching her tender flesh, and didn't argue.

Sweet Orange said in a sweet voice, "This place is fine, but it's too small. We can't be too rough, and you won't be able to enjoy yourself, and I won't feel comfortable either. It's really awkward. Why don't we find a more comfortable place to have some fun? I'll definitely use all my skills to make you happy. You can play with whichever hole you want, and you can torture me however you like. I'm leaving you to me."

I was tempted and was about to agree when I remembered that I had to test my mutation and practice my skills tonight. It was truly a case of not being able to have your cake and eat it too. But how could I have the best of both worlds?

I smiled wryly, "I'd love to do that, but I have some business to attend to soon, probably finishing after midnight. I wonder if I'll have time to go to a brothel then? If it's feasible, how about we arrange a place first?"

Sweet Orange was initially disappointed, then delighted, "Of course! I can't delay you, brother. This line of work is at night, so we don't sleep early. Midnight is our time to have fun. Let's go to my Flying Swallow Hair Salon; they have all sorts of tools there, you'll have a great time."

I nodded, "It's settled then, I'll go there to find a date."

Sweet Orange giggled, "Brother, don't try to fool me, don't break your promise again!"

This girl dared to doubt me. I raised my hand to spank her bottom as a light punishment, but she covered her buttocks with both hands, a smile spreading across her face. She was experienced and wouldn't let me hit her again.

I laughed and cried at the same time, "You're really something."

Sweet Orange giggled, "I was just saying, don't be angry, big brother. My butt is swollen, I can't hit it anymore."

I chuckled, "I have to do what I want to do, so I'll still hit it this time." Suddenly, I pulled her hand away and gave her buttocks a light slap. Sweet Orange only resisted slightly, then let out a soft moan and snuggled into my arms.

I comforted her, "Don't worry, I really had something to do last time, but I won't break my promise this time. You'll definitely wait for me."

Sweet Orange nodded obediently, "I will definitely wait for your arrival, big brother."

I smiled, "You've probably run into some trouble lately, and life is a bit difficult. I'll give you some money first." I took out a wad of cash from my bag and handed it to her, saying, "This is ten thousand yuan, take it and use it. I'll give you more if it's not enough."

I paid her a lot for prostitution, but I made money easily and didn't care. I really liked her and had a strange fondness for her, so I gave her more money to help her. Besides, her technique was really good. Although I hadn't actually tried it yet, it was already extremely pleasurable.

Sweet Orange was stunned. She hadn't expected me to pay so much before I'd even officially started seeing her. While it was the same last time, five hundred yuan was just the right amount, but this time it was ten thousand yuan—it was outrageous.

People had paid large sums for her before, but rarely. Even though she knew I was rich, my lavish spending and lack of concern still surprised her greatly.

She straddled my lap, hesitant and seemingly afraid to accept the money, saying, "Brother, this is too much money. I'm not worth that much. There are rules in this trade. A few hundred yuan is enough for one time. This money is enough for dozens of times, and besides, you haven't even had a customer yet!"

Seeing her refusing, I forced the wad of cash into her hand, but she still refused.

I was impatient. Sometimes violence really does trump gentleness. I immediately raised my hand, flipped her over, and pretended to spank her bottom, shouting, "Disobedient women deserve a spanking!"

Sweet Orange was shocked. Before I could hit her, she quickly got up, grabbed the banknotes from my hand, and said repeatedly, "Don't hit me, I'll take it." Why give up money and get beaten? Even a fool would know which to choose.

I didn't hit her. I smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't lose out. Consider this advance payment if you want to patronize a prostitute in the future."

Sweet Orange put the banknotes into her small handbag and smiled, "Then please, brother, do as you please." Her eyes reddened, and she sobbed, "Brother, you're such a good person. I'm so grateful. Sweet Orange will definitely repay you."

It turned out she was just too emotional. I thought she couldn't bear the pain and cried after I hit her.

I jokingly pinched her cheek and laughed, "I don't care about that little bit of money. Why are you crying? Give me a smile, or I'll beat your little bottom to a pulp."

Sweet Orange couldn't help but laugh, and immediately stopped crying and laughed, "Okay! Sir, go ahead and hit me. If you keep hitting me like this, I'll be beaten to a pulp sooner or later. What will you play then?"

I couldn't help but laugh and silently wiped away the hot tears from the corners of her eyes.

Sweet Orange said with infinite tenderness, "Brother, you've been holding back for a long time. It's not convenient to have sex here. I'll give you a blowjob so you can have some fun first. My oral skills are absolutely top-notch. What do you think, brother?"

She was very principled and would never deliberately take advantage of me. I lovingly stroked her full head of beautiful hair and nodded and laughed, "Okay! Let's give it a try and see how good Xia's skills are."

The guy just now was very comfortable being given a blowjob by his female companion. Sweet Orange must be even better. I might as well let her try and experience it for herself.

Sweet Orange giggled, "I guarantee you'll be satisfied." She lazily slung herself off me, straightened her disheveled and wrinkled clothes, and squatted down in the narrow passageway, burying her face between my legs.

Seeing her docile, sheep-like demeanor and her innocent, shy virginal appearance, I felt instantly invigorated, experiencing a surge of pleasure and excitement. I couldn't help but stroke her flowing hair, my erection growing wildly and uncontrollably.

I was immediately shocked, but utterly unable to control myself; I estimated my erection was more than twice the size and girth of an average person, far surpassing that of professional European and American athletes—truly enviable.

Sweet Orange probably sensed the surging power between my legs, clicking her tongue in admiration. She slightly parted my legs, not daring to lightly touch my raging dragon and offend my divine authority, gently unbuttoning her already damp, high-end casual pants, pulling them down slightly, and forcefully tugging at her elastic underwear.

"Chirp!"

With practiced skill, the giant dragon head spear thrust out with a powerful gust of wind, its tip trembling wildly, its afterimage indistinguishable from the real thing. It resembled the Three Variations on Plum Blossom, or the chaotic nodding of a golden rooster, carrying the faint roars of dragons and tigers, exuding a majestic and domineering aura of "standing atop the highest peak, surveying all the mountains below."

In a moment, the Tiger Roar Dragon Spear finally revealed its ferocious, primal form, radiating an imposing aura of "those who offend the might of the Great Han, though far away, will surely be punished," a chilling and supreme power that commanded respect and made it impossible to withstand its sharpness. Could this be the true power of the Star Absorbing Technique, capable of emitting the roars of tigers and dragons? No other spear in the world could surpass this.

Sweet Orange, upon first seeing the true form of the spear, paled and her face paled, revealing astonishment.

She exclaimed uncontrollably, "An unparalleled spear! The Nine Dragons Supreme, with unparalleled majesty. To witness its divine might today is truly an honor! Could it be..." She murmured the last few words, but I didn't hear them clearly. Thinking she was a bit neurotic, I asked curiously, "What did you say?"

Sweet Orange looked at me, her expression indescribable, with a strange flavor, definitely not fear or trepidation, but rather a mixture of three parts surprise and seven parts astonishment.

She said in a trembling voice, "Brother, is your spear so powerful? Is it natural? Or is it from medicine? Don't hit my butt, I'm just asking." It was a habit of hers; before I could even hit her, she reflexively explained.

I almost burst out laughing, but didn't hit her. I was puzzled, wondering why. After a moment's thought, I said seriously, "I didn't use any medicine, but it's not innate; it's caused by some fortuitous encounter. I'll tell Yan later. Any questions?"

Sweet Orange couldn't resist lightly flicking the dragon's body with her finger. Although it didn't make a clanging sound, a faint dragon's roar could be heard. She rubbed and caressed it with both hands, experiencing it for a moment, her expression one of great satisfaction. When I couldn't help but urge her on, she sighed, "I thought I'd seen many people and tasted countless flutes, but I'm just a frog in a well. I've never tried such a fine spear before. Today I've finally seen one."

I was surprised. Although it looked abnormally strong, and the dragon's roar was audible, it wasn't as sensational as she described. How could she deserve such praise?

Sweet Orange remarked after a moment of reflection, "It truly is a dragon spear behemoth, truly possessing a man's domineering spirit. Although I've never tried it, I've seen it in books before."

I was incredibly surprised. How could she have seen such a mutated creature in a book? What book would record this? Do prostitutes have professional books that require constant study? How ridiculous!

I was about to retort with an incredulous expression when Sweet Orange stopped me, saying, "Brother, don't be surprised. I saw it in an ancient book called 'The Art of Controlling Women,' I'm absolutely sure I remember it correctly." I was both

amused and exasperated. What kind of prostitute is this? She can read ancient books; she's probably at a professor level, truly learned. She's elevated a prostitute to the level of seeking knowledge and teaching; her pursuits are truly different.

No wonder people often say that the most important thing in the 21st century is talent. Now prostitutes are all talented, except me. I'm so ashamed I can't face anyone, but I have money, and she's learned yet I still have to patronize her—that's power. I need to upgrade my standards in the future; I won't go to ordinary prostitutes, I'll rape the refined ones.

My mind wandered, half-understanding Sweet Orange's thoughtful explanation.

Sweet Orange, holding the enormous penis, said in a coquettish voice, "The 'Heart Sutra of Controlling Women' is dedicated to the art of controlling women, and its content is extensive. Among them, the chapter 'Famous Spears of the World' describes this powerful male weapon, called the 'Prajna Dragon Spear,' in both pictures and text. It is the foremost of all spears in the world, extremely powerful and yang, the greatest in the world, possessing the might of heaven and earth, and the supreme aura of a king."

I listened, completely bewildered, my face blank. I didn't understand most of it and could only swallow it whole, thinking she was talking nonsense. But my curiosity compelled me to listen on.

Sweet Orange continued, "This thing is both domineering and fierce, yet also insidious and cruel. When it's domineering and fierce, it's like a tiger descending the mountain or a dragon emerging from the sea, roaring loudly, making it irresistible to women. It offers VIP-level supreme enjoyment, truly a great blessing and reward. A single encounter between the golden wind and jade dew surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world. When it's insidious, it can absorb a woman's vital yin, reaching its peak and sucking her dry, inflicting immense punishment. No woman can resist it."

I didn't know it had such great uses; she knew more about it than I did. I couldn't help but smile bitterly, feeling a chill in my heart. I thought of the Star-Absorbing Technique in my left hand and shuddered. Could its function be similar? I felt so nauseous I almost vomited, but it truly is a treasure trove, and this thing awaits further exploration.

Sweet Orange, unaware of my feelings, continued, "Most women, upon seeing such a treasure, would probably be unable to resist arousal; if men saw it, they would likely be so envious that they would immediately become ashamed and limp. This thing is truly a blessing for women, an enemy of men, the supreme whip of the forest, a dragon-slaying spear. In the Central Plains and beyond, I am the only one who reigns supreme. Look at the world, who else can rival me?"

Upon hearing her words, the spearhead trembled, humming and buzzing, giving me a feeling of dragon energy soaring to the sky and rainbows piercing the heavens. I truly wanted to wield this treasure and defeat all the heroines in the world, but I also felt it was utterly absurd.

I sat up straight, my mind a bit muddled. I slapped my thigh and said inexplicably, "The Prajna Dragon Spear, the supreme whip of the forest; without Sweet Orange, who can rival it? Come on! Let me try Qian's three-inch tongue."

Sweet Orange said dejectedly, "I am no longer a virgin, otherwise I would definitely try the 'Silver Bottle Breaks and Water Splashes Out, Iron Cavalry Charges Out and Swords Clang' technique for breaking my virginity. It would be excruciatingly painful, yet incredibly pleasurable, penetrating to the bone, unforgettable. It's a pity I have no chance to try it. It's truly a regret that you didn't personally perform the deflowering for me in this life."

My heart ached, and I didn't know how to comfort her. When she lost her virginity, I was a beggar and couldn't help her. But she was eloquent and charming, her words difficult to understand; she was truly a famous courtesan. To be a courtesan to this extent was something to be proud of. Before, she wouldn't have even looked at me properly.

Sweet Orange sighed, "I really miss the feeling of those pearly red drops of wine from the small vat. It's a pity it only happens once in a lifetime, and to entrust oneself to the wrong person is a regret. There's a poem that goes: 'Ouch, ouch, ouch, gently push

my lover away, gradually hearing a trembling sound, a slight startle, a surge of red.' The feeling is indescribable." She became sentimental, her eyes glazed over. A chill ran through me. Had she developed sexual fantasies from being a prostitute? I felt as if I were in ancient times, gently patting her head and saying, "Time flows like a river, don't think about the past." I inexplicably uttered a classical Chinese phrase again; my memory was playing tricks on me.

Sweet Orange nodded sadly, probably still regretting not meeting me first, letting me lose her virginity. I was regretful and didn't know what to say. In her sadness, I didn't want to urge her to play the flute, nor did I want to force her. Hesitantly, I asked, "Do you want something to eat? I have something delicious."

Sweet Orange suddenly burst into tears, hugging the Prajna Dragon Spear, sobbing, "No, I've already eaten, I'm not hungry."

Tears fell on the dragon spear, and the Prajna Dragon Spear seemed to sense her sorrow, tilting its head and trembling twice as if trying to comfort her. It's flesh of my body, why won't it obey me? It's moving inexplicably, and I can't control it?

I'm so frustrated, I want to beat it up, but it's part of my body, beating it would be beating me, there's nothing I can do. What kind of body is this?

She's actually sad because I didn't take her virginity; there must be a hidden reason. Judging from her expression, I definitely won't get the answer now, I'll have to ask her later. I tried to start a conversation, "How long have you been doing this?"

Sweet Orange sobbed, "More than three years."

I sighed, "The work must be very hard!"

Sweet Orange said, "Not really. If you enjoy it, it feels great; if you can't stand the hardship, it feels unbearable. It's all very subjective. If I had met you sooner, I wouldn't have had to suffer like this."

She suddenly grabbed my collar and said urgently, "You have to come and patronize me tonight, don't lie to me, okay?"

Why was she suddenly so emotional? Wasn't she afraid I'd spank her? How strange. I was stunned by her and nodded blankly, "I'll definitely go, I won't lie, believe me." Was I not sincere enough?

Sweet Orange said fiercely, "Swear it."

If any other woman said that, I would definitely slap her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it with Sweet Orange, I couldn't be ruthless, I couldn't even refuse her. It seemed I cherished her from the bottom of my heart, indulged her, and found it hard to lash out. When I spanked her earlier, it was just a joke, and I stopped there. Perhaps it was due to her charm.

I was baffled, wondering why she was so serious. I wanted to patronize her, and not wanting to offend her, I said, "I swear I'll go patronize her, or I'll lose my virility."

I didn't know how to swear, so I came up with this—it must be the most poisonous oath in the world!

Sweet Orange suddenly burst into laughter through her tears, hooking her little finger with mine and saying, "Let's pinky swear, it's a deal."

I nodded, both amused and exasperated, "It's a deal."

Sweet Orange laughed, "Now I'll give you a blowjob. Before, I could guarantee you'd experience the ultimate pleasure, the bliss you'd never ask for in this life, but now, facing the Prajna Dragon Spear, I dare not boast. I can only do my best, hoping it will satisfy me. This is a huge challenge for me."

I was speechless, almost spitting blood. Please, it should satisfy me, not make it satisfied. It's part of my body, doesn't it belong to me? Does it mean it's more important than me? This is truly usurping my place, outrageous! Have some professional ethics!

Sweet Orange giggled and stroked it, saying, "Such a treasure, even Sweet Orange's precious orifice can't withstand its onslaught? How many women in this world can endure it?"

I patted her head gently like I was patting a kitten, pressing it down lightly, and said solemnly, "There is a righteous path in the world, don't underestimate yourself. Come on, I believe you can do it."

Encouraged by me, Sweet Orange finally bowed her head joyfully, opened her mouth, closed her pearly teeth, and explored with her fragrant tongue, first kissing the dragon's head, taking a light sip, which immediately gave me a tingling pleasure, like an electric shock and an itch.

Then she gently licked the outside along the thick dragon pillar, circling the dragon tendons, continuously, and then explored downwards, gently kissing the two Prajna Dragon Pills, taking them into her mouth, and constantly sucking and teasing them.

I was immediately overjoyed, and a tingling pleasure surged through my body like waves. This little girl really knows her stuff. She's only doing foreplay now, she hasn't officially accepted the Prajna Dragon Spear yet.

She sucked for a while, making my dragon spear swell again in excitement. Then she withdrew and formally took the Prajna Dragon Spear into her mouth. She began to tease with her fragrant tongue, her nimble tongue rolling and rubbing, displaying her supernatural powers.

Her mouth was extremely small, leaving little room for maneuver once the Prajna Dragon Spear was inside. Yet, her nimble tongue moved with incredible agility, slapping and teasing relentlessly, displaying truly exceptional professional skills that left everyone in awe.

She licked the dragon's tendons, vibrated the head, swirling and pressing, massaging and thrusting, locked in a fierce and inseparable embrace with the Prajna Dragon Spear. However, her small mouth couldn't fully accommodate the spear, only taking in half, but it was already incredibly pleasurable.

I finally had a moment to enjoy the movie nearing its climax, while she gave me oral sex, making me feel as if I were on a cloud. My legs involuntarily spread open and rested on the back of the chair in front of me, and I gently and comfortably pressed her head against my chest, slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth, afraid that if I thrust too quickly, she wouldn't be able to handle it, after all, the Prajna Dragon Spear was longer and more powerful than I could handle.

Sweet Orange was working very hard, puffing out her cheeks, her red lips tightly pressed together, and with each thrust, sometimes she would let the spear penetrate deep into her throat, rubbing the head with her incredibly tender flesh, providing unparalleled pleasure.

As the movie reached its crucial final stage, the male and female protagonists, naked and locked in passionate intercourse on a luxury cruise ship, were accompanied by unrestrained and melodious music. Their movements were expansive and vigorous, involving touching breasts, oral sex, and penetration, gradually reaching climax.

I watched with fascination, gently patting her head and saying, "Come on! Ride me backwards and let me play with your ass."

Sweet Orange let out a soft moan, not withdrawing her penis, but twisting her body so I could lift her up. Her legs were draped over my shoulders, hooking powerfully to the side and outwards onto the backrest, presenting her delicate buttocks to me.

Head down, completely flipped over, her hands supporting her firm legs, her lips still tightly gripping the tip, sucking and teasing relentlessly. My movements did not affect her work at all; her skill was truly superb, her technique exceptional, top-notch.

I kneaded and pinched her buttocks, gently patting them a few times. Stimulated, she sucked even harder. My pleasure intensified. I pulled down her transparent pants and began to roughly knead her beautiful buttocks, my massive hands striking repeatedly, making a loud slapping sound as her buttocks flushed red.

Sweet Orange, unable to resist the stimulation and temptation, swirled her tongue in her mouth like a raging sea, swallowing and sucking forcefully, bringing me unparalleled pleasure. Her fragrant juices flowed freely, dripping like dew from a golden plate.

I felt immense satisfaction and continued to savor her, my hands gripping her two tender mounds, squeezing and kneading them, constantly squeezing out orange juice and peach nectar. Sweet Orange's buttocks twitched incessantly, her lower body groaning softly as she sucked wildly.

My interest surged. I forcefully spread her buttocks apart with my hands, my perverted eyes already revealing every single one of her few openings—truly fascinating and alluring.

I mimicked the violent man's earlier actions, extending my middle finger, unable to resist the temptation, picking and choosing, finally settling on her moist honey hole, and slowly inserting it.

Although her anus was alluring, unlike me, she didn't need to excrete. Who knew if it was dirty inside, or if she'd just washed it? I didn't want to get my fingers dirty; I'd wait until she washed before playing with it. Although I couldn't smell anything unusual now, and there was a faint fragrance—probably perfume—it was better to be safe.

When I first inserted it, it felt incredibly tight. Her honeypot wasn't loose like it'd been fucked a thousand times; it was completely different from what I'd imagined, extremely tight, gripping my fingers and giving me intense stimulation.

She must exercise regularly, perhaps even practicing some kind of secret technique, otherwise, she couldn't possibly have achieved this.

Sweet Orange seemed surprised by my sudden insertion; under the slight stimulation, her delicate body trembled slightly, her mouth remaining as usual.

Although her vulva was tight, it was already moist; the muscles were taut yet incredibly lubricated, making insertion easy. I thrust in deeply, penetrating her deeply, my fingers completely inside—it was truly pleasurable. No wonder the violent man had been so enthusiastic earlier; it was indeed interesting.

I slapped her beautiful buttocks, explored her depths, and wildly pounded her phoenix tail, stealing her red clitoris. While thrusting, I kneaded her tender flesh, reaching the peak of pleasure. My thrusts gradually increased in speed; even the ninefold depths of her phoenix nest couldn't withstand my relentless onslaught, perfectly matching the rhythm of a movie score, making Sweet Orange ecstatic.

She seemed to sense my surging passion, and with the power of my rear-entry manipulation, she mustered her remaining strength, her fragrant tongue swirling wildly, perfectly matching the rhythm of my thrusts, making it even more frenzied and stimulating. Truly, I was driven mad by her.

Chapter Six ◆ Perfect Experience

Sweet Orange hung upside down, chest arched, buttocks high, legs spread wide, a bold and unrestrained display. Although quite difficult, it was incredibly lifelike, a perfect blend of singing and acting. Under my frenzied finger thrusts, her entire body trembled violently, her slender waist shook, her buttocks contracted, her beautiful buttocks clenched tightly, her nest contracted and expanded incessantly, her honeyed juices gushing forth, further captivating and intoxicating me, making it impossible for me to resist.

This wasn't necessarily a natural bodily reaction; it was more like a specially trained skill, truly at a professional level.

My lower body felt an unbearable pleasure, my fingers truly feeling the woman's mysterious softness and sweet juices. The flesh inside was delicate, tender, smooth, and beautiful, overflowing with honey—truly worthy of the name "Sweet Orange's Treasure Hole."

I truly felt her burning, fiery sincerity and passionate, surging emotions.

The male and female protagonists in the movie had reached the crucial moment of their final climax, thrusting relentlessly, about to experience wave after wave of pleasure, as if they were about to ascend to heaven in the blink of an eye.

I was instantly overcome with passion, reaching out to pat Sweet Orange's soft, wet buttocks, panting slightly, "How about it? I can't resist going all the way in. Support yourself with your back for a moment, just a moment, squeeze me tight."

My penis was enormous, difficult to penetrate fully, even more difficult to fully enjoy, but I couldn't resist the temptation, wanting to thrust it all the way in, reminding her to prepare herself, to relax her throat, otherwise she would be hurt. I didn't want to play her to death; I wanted to play with her again later.

Sweet Orange, with the Prajna Dragon Spear in her mouth, rubbed and nodded, moaning softly as if in agreement.

I was overjoyed. Holding her delicate buttocks, I slowly rose, simultaneously thrusting one hand into her tender opening and the other pressing down on her head. With a thrust of my waist and a tightening of my back and hips, I forcefully thrust the Dragon Spear straight into her throat, delivering a fatal blow, penetrating to the very root, like a sword returning to its sheath.

Sweet Orange was prepared, relaxed, her throat wide open, taking the Dragon Spear in perfectly, a tight, impeccable fit. Her legs clamped tightly around my neck to prevent her from falling.

Unless she had undergone extremely rigorous professional training or possessed some kind of supernatural ability, she could never open her throat to such an extent. The Prajna Dragon Spear is not something an ordinary woman can accommodate; whether a lady of high society or a girl from a humble family, it is absolutely unstoppable.

She is a prostitute, and must do this frequently, possessing a tolerance far exceeding her peers, which is why she dared to try it; nothing would happen. If it were an ordinary woman, I would never dare to recklessly test my skills with the gun. At best, I would suffer a throat injury; at worst, she would die from a pierced throat—something I do not desire.

The moment the gun entered her throat, Sweet Orange's delicate body trembled violently.

The Prajna Dragon Spear was too large and too long. Although she possessed extraordinary talent, deep throating was indeed difficult, and she was somewhat overwhelmed. This was the maximum she could manage, but my desire was unbearable, regardless of whether she could withstand it. I paid for it, so I'm going to have my way. I'll risk my life to hold on.

I slapped her delicate buttocks hard and immediately began to thrust into her with all my might, shouting, "Squeeze your legs tighter, I'm coming!"

One hand swept across her vulva, conducting her like a pipa, using a chaotic, incredibly fast finger technique, like a six-fingered demon playing the zither, using her buttocks as the instrument and her vulva as the strings, plucking and strumming with abandon, the sound incredibly realistic. Below, my hand pressed against her head, raising my dragon spear and thrusting powerfully, like a golden spear striking a mortar, like a pestle pounding a mortar, like the wind god raising a flag, the thunder god beating a drum, like waves, like thunder, like fury, stroking and slapping, bringing boundless pleasure.

In sync with the rhythm of the video, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes gentle, sometimes rapid, it created an indescribable, boundless pleasure, shockwaves coming one after another, each wave overwhelming, leaving one breathless, like the rising tide of the sea, captivating, soul-stirring, making one's mind waver, forgetting everything, only wanting to indulge in pleasure, truly intoxicating even without being intoxicated by the act.

This technique seems to have been mastered without a teacher; truly, it's the best technique without any moves, incredibly powerful, wonderfully exhilarating.

A golden carp is no ordinary fish; it transforms into a dragon when it encounters wind and clouds. I thrust and twitch, unleashing the power of my whip, striking dozens of times in succession. The dragon's fury is unmatched by any heroine in the world. Without emerging from its lair, who can contend with it?

Heroes of the world emerge from our ranks, laughing and soaring with pride amidst the wind and clouds. Imperial ambitions and conquests are discussed in jest, nothing surpasses the intoxication of beautiful women.

Sweet Orange had never been fucked by someone as powerful as me before. She couldn't withstand such an onslaught. Her body went limp, her passion surging, and her juices flowed endlessly. She could only let me do as I pleased, moaning and sucking wildly. If I hadn't been holding her, she would have shrunk to the ground, unable to get up.

With each deep throat thrust, the pleasure surged. My giant, pounding buttocks played with her buttocks even harder, giving her intense pleasure and causing her to gush even more. The ebb and flow of her pleasure brought her immense comfort, and she played with even more vigorously, bringing me to the peak of ecstasy. I felt like a small boat adrift on a vast ocean, a feather soaring in the sky, sometimes in a state of frenzied ecstasy, sometimes lost in a melancholy.

I really wanted to ejaculate, but as long as I wanted to, I could control my impulse and not easily release. The mutated technique was indeed effective; it truly lived up to its name, the Prajna Dragon Spear.

I wondered if ejaculating inside her would have any adverse effects. Then I thought, this isn't poison; it should be fine. She can just treat it like a beverage. She's a frequent customer, so she's probably drunk a lot and used to it.

With my superhuman, almost obsessive, self-control, I could keep going, but Sweet Orange would have a hard time. If I fucked her for a full hour, she'd be half dead, if not dead. I'll continue playing with her later, but this time I'll stop and finish.

Sweet Orange seemed to be unable to take it anymore; her body was weak and powerless. Hanging upside down for so long, she must have been dizzy and disoriented, no longer making any pleasurable moans, appearing to be in pain, her face pale, struggling, and too afraid to spit out my penis. Besides, I was holding her head tightly, my penis deep in her throat; she couldn't withdraw, and it was even harder for her to resist, she could only endure it.

I guess she was praying that I'd finish quickly, that it wouldn't take an hour. She could barely last a few minutes. She knew the power of my penis, that it could last a long time without ejaculating; she was the one who suffered.

I felt that at this point, it was time to stop, to let her know how powerful it was.

As I thrust wildly, I slapped her delicate buttocks, encouraging her, "Faster, just a little longer! Perseverance is victory! Little Orange, my ass is so beautiful and firm, my little hole is so tight, it feels so good. I'm going to cum."

Sweet Orange let out a soft moan, probably feeling my genuine understanding, and tears streamed down her face. Her body visibly relaxed, her taut, pert buttocks loosening as she breathed a sigh of relief, but her mouth remained open, probably afraid I'd be dissatisfied and continue punishing her, so she held on until I ejaculated. She

dared not relax until the very last second. Was this dedication, or was she simply too afraid? Even if she didn't want me to ejaculate inside her, she certainly wouldn't dare bring it up now. Her climax slowed noticeably; she clearly couldn't hold on any longer. Truly, it was the surge of desire that revealed true heroism.

In movies, the male and female protagonists finally reach climax together amidst the sound of the ocean waves, a perfect ending.

The audience on the second floor had already gone through countless rounds, but they didn't have my ability. Their "tools" were nothing compared to the Prajna Dragon Spear; they were incomparable. They could only ejaculate once or twice before struggling to continue.

Mr. Zhang slumped in his seat, letting his mistress mold him, only able to watch the movie. He couldn't even ejaculate; he was lucky he hadn't died from exhaustion. How could his body satisfy his young mistress in her prime? I, on the other hand, was quite successful.

That violent man was very powerful. Although he couldn't last as long as I did, he persisted after several rounds, probably on drugs. Otherwise, even with his strong masculinity, he wouldn't have maintained his virility forever.

As the movie reached its climax, a symbolic cannon shot echoed from the sea. Everyone used their skills, and those still having sex seized the opportunity to give it their all. They were probably well-prepared and just waiting for this chance. These guys were really something. Those who had already given up could only envy, unable to get an erection.

Seeing everyone's blissful expressions, I knew they were all going at it. I was no exception. Seizing the opportunity, I stopped holding back and shouted, "Little Orange, get ready to receive the goods!"

I pressed my head down, my thick, powerful spear plunging into her throat, delivering a final, powerful blow. At that moment, my movements abruptly stopped, as if time had stopped.

As the movie replayed scenes of sex, accompanied by rousing music, my ejaculation finally erupted with the force of a torrent, pouring directly into her esophagus. The thunderous force almost knocked Sweet Orange unconscious.

I possess a unique talent; unlike ordinary people who ejaculate intermittently, this was a single, powerful, and substantial burst—absolutely genuine. This was the first time in my life I had felt such pleasure, a culmination of accumulated energy, not a single drop wasted.

This volcanic eruption-like feeling truly made me feel like I was in heaven, an indescribable sensation. You don't know until you ejaculate; once you do, it's truly wondrous. What more could one ask for in life? I had this inexplicable feeling.

Sweet Orange swallowed frantically, her soft tongue and delicate throat muscles uncontrollably rubbing and squeezing my penis, enduring immense pressure, unable to speak, and afraid to spit it out.

She gripped my wrists that were holding her head tightly, barely sobbing, tears streaming down her face, but at the same time I ejaculated, she also reached her climax, her tender orifice contracting violently, the last bit of nectar gushing from the end of her fairy cave, probably nothing more.

I had done a perfect job this time, achieving such a result on my first time, I was truly proud. This wasn't entirely my doing, after all, I was exceptionally talented, and my opponent was incredibly skilled.

I finally went limp. Sweet Orange was completely limp, struggling greatly, she wouldn't have been able to hold on if I hadn't been holding her. I gently patted her buttocks and said softly, "Okay, baby! It's all over, pull out, relax, I'll carry you down."

Sweet Orange then spat out my penis, weakly saying, "I'll clean you up." She barely managed to lick me clean, which moved me deeply.

After she was done, I gently lifted her down from her seat, one arm around her buttocks and the other around her shoulder, and laid her across the seat so she could rest in my arms. I also helped her put on her underwear and trousers. She was too weak to move and couldn't put them on herself. We were both soaking wet.

Sweet Orange had been so overwhelmed by my thrusting that she almost fainted from lack of breath. Although she could breathe through her nose, her throat had been blocked for a long time, making it very uncomfortable and difficult to breathe under the intense thrusting. If it had gone on any longer, she would have fainted.

She hadn't vomited yet, probably because I had forced her to swallow it. She's an experienced woman, used to it, and doesn't feel nauseous; she probably couldn't even vomit if she wanted to. A novice would have vomited uncontrollably by now.

She lay limp in my arms, trembling as she looked at me, her face pale with fear, terrified by my violent thrusting. But she was much better now, as she could breathe.

She took a few deep breaths, her chest heaving.

I looked at her apologetically, reached out and patted her chest and breasts, gently comforting her, "It's alright, relax, it's all over."

Sweet Orange looked much better, probably afraid I would continue to have sex with her. I was very considerate, opening an unopened bottle of orange juice, gently pulling her head close, and slowly feeding her a few sips, which she didn't refuse.

I guessed she had been having sex for a long time, expending a lot of energy, and was a little thirsty. Her mouth was still full of the dragon's saliva left by the Prajna Dragon Spear, so she needed to rinse it and wash away the traces of dragon's saliva in her esophagus.

After drinking a few sips of orange juice, she let out a long breath, her spirits improved, and the rise and fall of her chest gradually calmed down, finally recovering. I casually tossed her some dried fish slices, fries, and other snacks, which she took and wolfed down, probably trying to calm her stomach.

The movie started playing on a loop, still "Swordsman II." We had no interest; this place was suitable for sneaking around, not for watching movies. I was even thinking that next time we watched a horror movie, I would definitely hold Sweet Orange and watch it together.

The video arcade plays videos on a loop all day, not closing at midnight, but at noon each day, allowing viewers to watch until noon the next day. This divides the day into two time slots, making it easier to earn money and multiplying profits.

I don't know any of this; tonight I'm testing mutations and practicing my skills, so when it closes is irrelevant to me. It's almost midnight, so I need to leave as soon as possible. Before that, I need to comfort Sweet Orange and make sure she doesn't suffer any injustice.

The way she greedily stuffed fish slices into her mouth was incredibly cute; perhaps all women are cute when they eat. I laughed, "It's okay to throw up if you feel like it. This isn't my home."

Sweet Orange, her eyes red-rimmed, gave me a sidelong glance, extremely captivating. Her clever eyes seemed to speak volumes as she said aggrievedly, "I swallowed it before you told me. If I threw up, you'd spank me, and I can't take that."

I couldn't help but laugh. Is this what male authority is?

Sweet Orange chewed on the fish slices, snuggling against me and saying coquettishly, "Big brother, you're making me feel so uncomfortable. You see me as a prostitute and show me no mercy."

I inwardly cried out in injustice. Although I am a prostitute, I have a good impression of her and feel sorry for her. I pay a lot of money, so it's understandable that she's inexperienced and clumsy. I pay money, so I should have a good time. How can you blame me? I don't want to be too rough, but this is how perverted I am after being modified by the Star Absorbing Technique.

I couldn't tell the truth, I didn't want to refute her, and I couldn't admit that it was my first time visiting a prostitute and I hadn't actually had intercourse, for fear of embarrassing myself.

I forced a bitter smile and said, "I was so excited to see such tender flesh, that's Mi's charm. Who has such a beautiful bottom, breasts, and tender vagina?" Sweet Orange chuckled smugly, "I've trained specifically, I take good care of myself. Let alone prostitutes, even ladies from noble families, ordinary girls, or even aristocratic women would find it hard to compare. I know secret techniques."

I didn't know if she was telling the truth, but I patted her buttocks and said with a smile, "That's true, my blowjob skills are excellent."

Sweet Orange laughed smugly, speaking eloquently, "I'm very professional. There's a sequence to learning, and everyone has their own expertise."

Although I didn't understand, I was truly enlightened and very curious about her secret techniques, but I didn't dare ask too many questions. Asking would be useless; I figured she wouldn't tell me. After all, in a knowledge-based economy, this is also a trade secret. Prostitution is one of the most primitive commercial activities.

I suddenly felt a little worried, not about whether she would get pregnant. Although I didn't understand the relationship between intercourse and childbirth, I'm intelligent enough to know that if you don't go through the front door, you won't get pregnant.

I suspect the dragon's saliva was injected into her esophagus and entered her stomach. This is my biggest worry. If it can be excreted, of course, it's fine, but what if the semen is digested in her stomach?

If it's digested like normal food, or like a normal man's semen, it should be okay. But the key is that I'm mutated now, modified by the Star Absorbing Technique, and I don't understand myself; there are many unknown changes. Is the dragon's saliva the same as a normal person's? Has it mutated and acquired certain functions? Will she mutate after absorbing it? The probability is really hard to predict. This

is too unbelievable; some facts are beyond my prediction.

I looked at her stomach and really wanted to punch her hard to make her vomit, that would be safe, but I held back. It's a bit late to do that now; if she could absorb it, she would have absorbed it long ago.

Besides, I can't bear to beat her hard; it would hurt my heart. I should learn more and control the mutation as soon as possible; that's the right thing to do. If she mutates, I can help her; having another one of my kind doesn't matter. I won't be lonely, and it will be easier to have sex with her. Ordinary women have poor constitutions; they're hard to have sex with, and they might even die from it. I nurtured her slowly, initially thinking that one wrong step would lead to eternal regret, but now I think it might be a good thing.

Sweet Orange ate a bag of fish slices and felt great, giggling, "Big brother was so powerful just now, I almost got drunk from being fucked by you."

I laughed triumphantly, whether she was flattering or telling the truth, it satisfied my vanity.

Sweet Orange's tone shifted, "But Brother, you're being too rough. Any other woman would be killed by you."

I chuckled, "Practice makes perfect. You'll get used to it."

Sweet Orange placed her hands on her chest, mimicking Xi Shi clutching her heart, rolled her eyes, tilted her head back as if about to faint, and said coquettishly, "Brother, are you going to do this all the time? I can't take it."

I knew she was being coquettish, so I pinched her delicate, flawless face and said, "You have to endure it, even if you can't."

Sweet Orange smiled charmingly, "You'll have to pay more for this kind of thing in the future."

I picked up my purse, ready to take out some money, and smiled, "If Bi is short of money, I'll give you some more."

Sweet Orange quickly stopped me, "I was just joking, Brother, don't take it seriously. You've given me more than enough."

I patted her buttocks lightly and said, "Bi doesn't need to worry about money. If you have any trouble with your back, I'll help you."

Sweet Orange, oblivious to the implied meaning, smiled seductively, "Thank you, brother. You're rich and generous, unlike some johns who are stingy. But I'm not greedy, how can I always ask for money? If you really want to pay more, pay me after tonight's services, and try to do as many different things as possible. I'll feel more at ease taking the money then."

I chuckled, "Okay! I'll definitely give you a good time tonight, don't cry afterwards."

Sweet Orange squirmed in my arms, laughing, "I'm worldly-wise, I won't be so pathetic!"

We joked and played around for a while, then I checked my watch; it was past midnight. I slapped her butt hard and said, "I have to go now, see you later. Want to come with me, or continue watching the movie?"

I didn't want her to be someone else's client anymore. I didn't care what she did before, but now that someone else was using her, I felt uncomfortable. I already considered her my personal property. Who dared touch this monster's possession?

Sweet Orange understood what I meant and giggled, "With a big customer like my brother, why would I do business with someone else? Besides, I've already made enough money tonight, let's go back now."

I picked her up and said, "Let's go out together. Chen, go back and wash up and wait for me." I put away the remaining snacks and handed them to her, saying, "Eat these on the way, so you won't get hungry."

Sweet Orange was touched by my thoughtfulness and nodded without saying anything.

We tidied up a bit, grabbed our things, and went downstairs together, leaving the video arcade. We were soaking wet, but no one noticed. We quickly left the Marriott Cinema and arrived at the brightly lit and bustling Wansheng Entertainment Street, a prime time for all kinds of transactions and entertainment.

I was a little worried that Sweet Orange might get into trouble going back in the middle of the night. Although it was lively here, the rest of the city was already pitch black, which might not be safe, so I suggested taking her back.

Although Sweet Orange really wanted to go back and have fun with me right away, I insisted on doing some business first. After discussing it, she didn't want me to waste time taking her back, so she decided to take a taxi back, which would be convenient, quick, and safe.

Although it was late, there were still quite a few taxis on this bustling street; making money was the most important thing.

Seeing my worry, Sweet Orange laughed, "Brother, hurry up and get back. Don't worry!"

Seeing her confidence, and knowing that taking a taxi wouldn't be a problem, and not wanting to waste time (though I really wanted to have some fun with her, I couldn't let it interfere with my business), I agreed. I helped her hail a taxi, watched her leave, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I wandered aimlessly along the street, refusing the drug peddlers and shaking off the prostitutes outside the nightclubs. After what had just happened, I wasn't interested in those things; I didn't want to become a drug addict.

I pondered where would be a good place to train and experiment with my mutation. When I was a homeless person, I had been to the pine forest on the outskirts of the city; the environment there was excellent, secluded, and the dense forest was perfect for training.

I flagged down several taxis on the street, asking them to take me to the pine forest, but they all refused. The drivers didn't listen to me at all, just drove off, not wanting to make money.

I was confused, but then I understood. These drivers were timid, afraid of being robbed and killed. Taking a tough guy like me to a deserted, dark forest in the middle of the night wasn't safe; no wonder they were afraid. But I couldn't walk; it would be too time-consuming and exhausting, and I still needed to find a ride.

I flagged down several more cars, pleading and using money as bait. After throwing out several hundred more bills, finally a driver agreed to take me. Only a fool wouldn't pass up a chance to make money; there are plenty of greedy people out there. He probably saw that I was spending money like water and wouldn't rob him, so he felt comfortable taking me.

There were few cars on the road at night, and the route was remote, so the car sped along, arriving in twenty minutes. After I got out, the driver turned around and drove off cautiously. He'd earned a few hundred yuan more on this trip, but the nearby woods were eerie, and I dared not linger.

I ran into the woods beside the road; if I could mutate, it would be easy to fly back. I'd test my flying ability tonight, hoping no one was around; I didn't want to cause panic.

I used all my sight and hearing to carefully observe the woods, confirming no one was nearby, and decided to practice my martial arts first. I put my watch and small handbag into my leather bag, placed the bag under a large tree some distance away, and began training. This was

my first serious practice of martial arts. Although I hadn't formally studied the theory, the skills I'd mastered needed refinement and organization. My brain was sharp, and my memory was excellent, so it wasn't difficult.

I practiced the Southern and Northern styles of kung fu, taekwondo, and the skills I'd learned from Jiang Shuntian one by one, and also practiced the boxing I'd learned that afternoon. Then I combined and integrated them, refining and perfecting them.

This kind of work would be extremely difficult for an ordinary person, unless they were a martial arts master, and it would inevitably take a very long time. But I now do it with ease, everything goes smoothly and naturally, thanks to the extraordinary efficiency of my brain. I can quickly analyze the strengths and weaknesses of each move, selecting the most efficient attack method from numerous combinations for my own use. The efficiency of an ordinary person's brain is simply incomparable.

I have practical combat experience, which makes things twice as effective with half the effort. Moreover, my punches and kicks are extremely fast, allowing me to practice a routine instantly, analyze its strengths and weaknesses, and save a great deal of time.

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