Enchanting Night of Devotion

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rule 1: non-stop relief notice

Hua Zhushui, with two braids and carrying a blue cloth bundle, cautiously emerged from the bus station.
The spring breeze was strong outside. Zhushui took a deep breath, looking at the courtyard under the twilight, and thought dreamily, "Suzhou, this is Suzhou, that paradise on earth, Suzhou with its soft Wu dialect..."

"You bastard, hold me tight, I'll fuck you to death!"

Hua Zhushui's eyes widened. Unbeknownst to her, she had unknowingly wandered into an old alleyway. Under the dim light, three or four men were firmly pinning down a struggling figure.

"Ouch!" the man on top cried out in pain. "You dare bite me, you son of a bitch!" He slapped the woman pinned beneath him hard. "Damn it, if you don't behave, I'll kill you first and then rape you!"

Kill you first and then rape you... wouldn't that be necrophilia...?

The man on the other side was already red with excitement. He was about to loosen his belt and straddle her when someone suddenly leaned over. "Um, um, if someone dies and then you have sex, how do you overcome the technical difficulty of not being able to reach orgasm when the muscles can't contract freely?"

The man froze, turning his head back step by step. In front of him was a curious girl with wide eyes. The man grinned maliciously, grabbed her braid, and dragged her over. "You brat, we don't know either. Why don't you try it first!"

Zhu Shui bit her lip in distress. "But I didn't bring any cucumbers. Even if you die here, I have nothing to experiment on your anus!"

"Pfft." The woman pinned beneath him, despite her bruised and bleeding face, couldn't help but laugh. Zhu Shui glanced at her; what a delicate and pretty girl, no wonder…

Just then, the man's large hand swung down from the air. Zhu Shui, quick as a flash, grabbed his wrist, tripped him, and sent him sprawling to the ground.

"Ah…!" the man screamed, clutching his wrist and writhing in pain on the ground. The others, startled, exchanged glances, stood up, and cautiously surrounded Zhu Shui.

Zhu Shui stared blankly upwards, lost in thought. The men gradually tightened their encirclement, when suddenly Zhu Shui let out a strange howl, like a tiger among sheep, attacking with both hands, her punches and kicks swift and deadly. In no time, the scene was filled with screams and howls. Someone shouted first, "Run!" The remaining men reacted immediately, scattering in panic. Zhu Shui didn't chase after them. She touched her nose and said solemnly to their limping backs, "We Chinese are not to be bullied..."

"Hahaha," came an exaggerated laugh from behind, the voice still a little hoarse from the injury. "My God, who do you think you are? Bruce Lee?"

Zhu Shui turned around, her eyes wide, and nodded. "I was thinking of saying something like Zhang Ziyi's Yu Jiaolong, 'Come at me all at once.' But then I thought Bruce Lee would look cooler in this situation..."

Yu Jiaolong... Zhang Ziyi... Bruce Lee... The person behind her suddenly felt a chill. "Which country bumpkin did you come from?"

Zhu Shui's eyes widened again. "How do you know I'm from the countryside?"

The person looked speechlessly at her braided hair and then at her blue cloth bundle. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Wait a minute, if you're from the countryside, where would you know anything about chrysanthemums?"

Zhu Shui said smugly, "Please, have you ever heard of something called 'Internet'?"

The person shuddered again at her terrifying pronunciation. "Spare me!"

Zhu Shui didn't seem to notice her contempt, just grinned at her. "By the way, this is my first day in Suzhou, and I've already encountered something as novel as necrophilia. Young people really should see more of the world."
The person groaned as she got up. "Alright, then you can keep looking. I'm leaving." She slowly struggled out of the alley, and couldn't help but glance back... Good heavens, she almost bumped into the blue cloth bundle and braided pigtail behind her!

"Why are you still following me?!"

Zhu Shui smiled. "I have a question for you."

The man almost choked on his saliva and tentatively asked, "Um, you actually traveled back from Jinjiang, right? Otherwise, why would you talk so strangely?" (It's said there aren't any ancient people traveling to the modern world yet, should we start one? Armony pondered.)

Zhu Shui was a little hurt. "How could that be? Even my teacher praised me for speaking the best."

The best? The man's face darkened even more. "What exactly do you want to ask?"

"Excuse me, where can I find a place to stay for ten yuan a night?"

"Turn left ahead, Jiandong Garden. Just stand by the roadside, and someone will come up and ask, 'How much, miss?' Just say ten yuan, and I guarantee it'll be done right away."

"Thanks." Zhu Shui turned and left happily.

She actually went. "Come back, come back." Looking at Zhu Shui, who turned around again with a bewildered expression, the man finally made up his mind. "Fine, my bed at home is a single one, but it'll do for one night."

Zhu Shui grinned broadly. "Thank you for taking me in. My name is Hua Zhu Shui, may I ask…?"

"Zhao Lei." The man interrupted her abruptly.

"A budding flower, a nice name."

"It's Lei from 'thunder.'"

"Such spirit! Your parents must have hoped you'd be a woman who doesn't yield to men…."

Zhao Lei shook his clothes. "Damn it, these scumbags! They tore my clothes to shreds!"
Zhu Shui's eyes widened again: beneath the ripped shirt was a completely flat chest.

It turns out that those who sleep soundly aren't necessarily beauties, and those in distress aren't always princesses.

Zhao Lei looked up, puzzled, and asked, "Hey, what did you just say?"

rule2: ninelivesofacat,can'tsurvivewithcurrency It

really is a sleepless night... Hua Zhushui's emotions fluctuated, her eyes fixed on the mottled ceiling, unable to sleep in the spring night at 5 a.m. The boy beside her was snoring softly, his arms wrapped around her like he was holding a plush toy, his still swollen face displaying a pure and innocent expression, like a newborn fawn in the wild.

Zhushui turned her head to look at him, a slight touch stirring in her heart... Then, the first glimmer of light appeared on the horizon, something sticking up, hard and pressing between the two of them. Zhushui was speechless, and with a flick of her elbow, the person next to her rolled off the bed with a "thud."

Zhao Lei rubbed his eyes and got up, angrily saying, "Damn it, do you have any humanity?! Pushing me out of bed first thing in the morning."

Zhu Shui was too lazy to reply, pointing at his body. Zhao Lei looked down and saw the bulging tent, muttering, "I thought it was something, just a normal physiological reaction every man has." He looked at Zhu Shui, suddenly smiled brightly, and pounced on her, "Can't sleep this early, how about we do it?"

Zhu Shui's eyes widened, "Aren't you gay?" Zhao Lei chuckled, "Sister, actually I'm a lesbian. So let's do it." "

Really? Me too. But I'll be the top, are you going to be the bottom?"

Zhao Lei said proudly, "With my little brother's size, being the bottom would be a waste of a good thing... Don't be so ungrateful!"

Zhu Shui couldn't help but roll her eyes. Men, ugh, men, even as a homosexual, they can't resist showing off.

"Well, although you have a special talent," Zhu Shui said casually, "I'm frigid, so it has nothing to do with me."

Zhao Lei grumbled and clung to her. "I don't care, I don't care! I'd lose face if I didn't!"

Zhu Shui hooked her leg around his and suddenly pinned him down, looking at his rosy lips, she couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, if I don't get my hands on a submissive like you, I'll regret it later."

Zhao Lei blinked his long eyelashes, feigning shyness, "Sister, go ahead and ravage me."
The two were playfully teasing each other when suddenly there was a knock at the door. Zhu Shui was about to open her mouth to ask who it was when Zhao Lei suddenly flipped over and pinned her down, then covered her mouth.

The knocking continued for several minutes, then a sullen voice came, "You little brat, not home again."

The footsteps slowly faded away, and Zhao Lei released his hand from Zhu Shui's mouth. Meeting her questioning gaze, Zhao Lei gave a wry smile. "It's the landlord. I lost my job two months ago and already owe him three months' rent. But it's okay, I found a new job, and the boss seems pretty good. Maybe I can talk to him about getting paid early."
Zhu Shui suddenly became interested. "I'm broke too. Does your current workplace still hire anyone?"
Zhao Lei scratched his head. "They do need more people, but my job isn't in a nightclub."

Zhu Shui sighed. "When you're broke, you can't even become a bunny girl."

Zhao Lei still shook his head. "No way, you're so fierce. If a customer touches you, you'll beat them to a pulp."

Zhu Shui clutched her heart. "Little Lei Lei, I'm so touched. We just met, and you're already planning to support me for life."

Zhao Lei jumped up, looked at her like she was a source of infection, and then said leisurely, "Think about it carefully. Anyway, beating a customer is the boss's problem... I'll find a presentable outfit and try my luck tonight."
**********
...

"Little sister, are you alone?" The man, whose shirt was unbuttoned, sat down next to her.
"No, my boyfriend works over there," Zhu Shui honestly pointed in Zhao Lei's direction.

The man glanced at her and chuckled, "You call that kind of chick a man?"
Zhu Shui was a little annoyed. "Don't talk bad about my friend."

The man smiled ambiguously. "Little sister, that's because you haven't tasted a real man yet... Once you've tried it with me, I guarantee you'll never look at that pretty boy again."

Zhu Shui looked at the man's hand on her lap and thought, "I'm going to beat you to a pulp. Little Lei Lei definitely won't be able to help me get a job here. Hmm, we'll have to outsmart you, take you down without bloodshed.

" "Really?" Zhu Shui smiled brightly and beckoned to the bartender, "Give this gentleman a beer, it's on me."
The man grinned, revealing his teeth, and without Zhu Shui's persuasion, gulped down half a bottle.

"Little sister, should we find a place now?" the man asked impatiently.

Zhu Shui tilted her head to look at him. "Were you serious just now? To be honest, my boyfriend really can't satisfy me..."

The man chuckled and downed the rest of his beer. "Little sister, don't worry, I definitely won't let you down!"

Zhu Shui smiled. "Want another beer?"

The man shook his head; the alcohol he'd just drunk was starting to take effect. "Little sister, sit down for a bit, I'll be right back!"

Zhu Shui smiled sweetly. "Hurry up, I'll wait for you here." Watching the man walk towards the restroom, Zhu Shui beckoned Zhao Lei over. "Xiao Lei, do me a favor, go to the restroom."
Zhao Lei looked at her suspiciously, but still went as she asked. A few minutes later, Zhao Lei returned alone.

Zhu Shui grinned. "How was it?"

"How was what?" Zhao Lei was completely confused. "Oh, right, a guy asked if I was your boyfriend, and then he kept staring at my... you know. Seriously, even if I'm much older than him, he doesn't have to be so green with envy!"

Zhu Shui suppressed a laugh. "Maybe he's interested in you, but he's worried you're too strong for him. By the way, where is he?"

Zhao Lei scoffed. "Looks like he left through the back door. Humph, I'm the top, I wouldn't even look at someone like him!"
Zhu Shui chuckled inwardly, jumping off the bar stool. "Xiao Lei, you go to work, I'll just wander around here."

Zhao Lei was worried. "Be careful, the people here are complicated, don't get scammed!" He then greeted the bartender, "Brother Huanzi, this is my cousin from the countryside, could you look after her?"

The bartender, Huanzi, responded. Zhu Shui patted Zhao Lei's shoulder. "Don't worry, I told you I'm frigid, what's there to worry about?"

Zhu Shui wandered around the nightclub, unknowingly going further and further inside. Passing through a vine-covered decoration, she suddenly noticed a small, inconspicuous elevator with a strange diamond-shaped pattern on the door.

Zhu Shui's heart skipped a beat. The diamond shape was peculiar, perfectly matching one she'd seen before. Could it be…? She bit her lip and tentatively pressed the button, but the elevator remained motionless. Undeterred, Zhu Shui glanced left and right and suddenly noticed a glittering card on a flowerpot. She picked it up and swiped it in the groove next to the elevator; the door opened with a click.

When the elevator opened again, it showed floor seven. Zhu Shui peered out again, and the scene before her made her feel as if she were dreaming.

Layers of silk and satin covered the floor, their silvery-gray hues flowing into the infinite distance, like the silent brilliance of fireworks. If the ballroom on the ground floor was a decadent and extravagant Babylon, then this was a tranquil secret garden. Yet, this tranquility contained a chilling tension, as if a violent storm, or even the collapse of the heavens and earth, might erupt at any moment.

Zhu Shui grew increasingly uneasy, glancing back almost every step she took. The next instant, she bumped into a wine-red satin curtain hanging in front of her. Losing her footing, she tumbled into a small, secret room behind it, wrapped in the curtain. Darkness enveloped her. Zhu Shui clumsily tried to struggle free from the pile of cloth. Then, a faint laugh drifted over. "You've come." Immediately afterward, a rough yet slender hand grasped her chin, and a

warm yet alluring breath whispered in her ear, "Take off your clothes."

"Take off your clothes..." The voice was low and seductive, like a feather gently brushing against sensitive skin, tingling and itchy, making Zhu Shui's bones go weak. Normally, she would kick this lecherous man without a second thought, but now she could only stammer, "Um, are you...?" Before she could even utter the words "mistaken identity," long, slender fingers blocked her mouth.

In the darkness, slightly calloused fingertips stirred wantonly in her mouth, her nose immediately filled with the scent of perilla and amber ambergris, seven parts invasiveness and three parts seduction, her once clear mind suddenly began to feel dizzy.

No, Zhu Shui shouted to herself in her heart, biting down hard in her daze. The fingers in her mouth paused, and a low voice said, "So you like this kind of thing..."

A hand gripped her breast tightly, and Zhu Shui let out an "Ah," the fingers in her mouth withdrawing and then being put back in.

Zhu Shui's tongue tasted the astringent, mellow flavor, like the finest French red wine filling her mouth. Her breathing became rapid, a surge of heat spreading from her abdomen throughout her body. Her breasts, which had been slightly sore from being pinched, now throbbed with a different kind of pain. Zhu Shui unconsciously thrust her breasts forward, impatiently rubbing them against his palm.

"Good girl..." he chuckled, half-lifting Zhu Shui, pulling open one side of her clothing, his lips pressing against her already erect nipple through her bra.

Zhu Shui twisted her body; the silk bra now became an inconvenient barrier, making her feel like a silver salmon soaking in cold water in a hot spring, dizzy, yet unable to escape the spell of desire no matter how much she wagged her tail.

Low laughter echoed in the darkness, then with a "rip," the bra was torn in two. The nipple touched the cold air, offering only a momentary relief, quickly replaced by the burning pain of desire. His hands, which had been holding her, suddenly released her; Zhu Shui lost her balance, her nipple brushing against his burning lips, sliding down his clothes. His clothes, made of some unknown material, felt cool and rough to the touch, instantly causing her nipples to swell and swell.
Zhu Shui couldn't help but rub her breasts against his body, the friction causing a sharp pain, yet also a strange, intoxicating sensation. The pain slowly gave way to numbness, and just then, her swollen chest was suddenly lifted by a pair of hands and sucked repeatedly and forcefully.

"Ah…" Zhu Shui gasped, weakly trying to push him away, but the sucking turned into malicious biting, lightly and heavily, stimulating her already numb nipples to become unbearably sensitive again.

Unconsciously, Zhu Shui was pulled onto his lap. One knee slowly parted her tightly closed legs, then pulled her panties to one side. Suddenly, the girl's private parts were directly exposed to the air. Zhu Shui whimpered, struggling futilely. The person in the darkness grabbed her mercilessly, rubbing her labia directly against his trousers. The rough fabric was torture for the girl's fragility; the pain, coupled with the aroused desire, assaulted Zhu Shui's mind, giving her her first taste of the double torment of ice and fire.

Her labia slowly parted, her delicate stamens, unable to withstand the abuse, shrank back, trying to alleviate the unspeakable pain, but were caught by a slender hand. The calloused hand caressed her tender core, and a strong spasm penetrated her passage.

rule4: oncemoreisnotttwice, atless
"You really are too weak." The person in the darkness stopped his teasing, his tone light but full of mockery.

Zhu Shui whimpered, her momentary climax cut short before it even reached its peak. Even if she was slow to react, she knew she was being deliberately toyed with.

Before she could even process that thought, her body, still trembling slightly from the excessive stimulation, was flipped over and pushed to the ground. A rustling sound of fabric rustling filled the darkness, then a cool, light fabric covered Zhu Shui's hands, binding her wrists in the process.

"Enjoy the pleasure your body brings." Wearing gloves of the same material, the hand in the darkness gently caressed down Zhu Shui's bare neck.

"Ah..." Zhu Shui screamed as the hands stroked her already incredibly sensitive vulva, the small bumps on the gloves now seeming to relentlessly irritate her clitoris. Zhu Shui trembled all over, her hands went limp, and her entire body collapsed weakly onto the strong arm behind her. Unwilling to be violated like this, Zhu Shui struggled to clench her fists and crawled forward listlessly. But the fabric covering her hands held a hidden secret; with a slight effort, the furry tentacles stood on end, scratching at her like kitten claws. Zhu Shui trembled all over, unable to escape, wanting to flee but only offering her body to his manipulation.

"You're so naughty." The hand below mercilessly pinched the trembling clitoris. "No…" Zhu Shui's voice was hoarse, a powerful stimulation causing her lower abdomen to tremble and spasm uncontrollably.

Her mind had long since drifted to another realm, her pleas and moans repeated over and over, but the person in the darkness remained unmoved. His gloved hand moved back and forth within her vulva. The girl's lower body had never felt such intense pain. Each thrust, another, the forbidden pleasure gradually building, each time she thought she had reached her breaking point, only to be overwhelmed by the next, even more raging wave.

After yet another agonizing pleasure, Zhu Shui wept uncontrollably, pleading, but the person's tone remained calm. "Give me your hand."

Zhu Shui hesitated for a moment, then the person gave a half-smile, his knee lightly pressing against the girl's skirt. Her vulva engorged with blood, and the lingering stimulation began to gather again. Zhu Shui was terrified, quickly offering his bound hands to him.

The man untied her, then took her right hand, which was covered by the fabric, and guided it to her swollen breasts.

The cool touch was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, and Zhu Shui let out a soft "hmm.

" "Come on," his voice became deep and seductive again, "Are you cold? Let me wrap you up." The satin brocade was wrapped around her chest once, then tied in a knot and draped at her side.

The corset was so tight that Zhu Shui began to feel dizzy with each breath. She swayed, trying to shake off the suffocating feeling, but only for a moment before her nipples brushed against the fabric. "It's so itchy..." Zhu Shui groaned.

The man in the darkness smiled without speaking, but after a moment, Zhu Shui couldn't help but turn around, her breasts rubbing up and down in front of him in a haphazard way. "It hurts so much, please, please..."

"Please what?"

His breath was right next to her chest, and Zhu Shui didn't think twice, "Suck it, suck it." His

lips lightly kissed her chest and then moved away. "Like this?"

It was like adding fuel to the fire! Zhu Shui twisted her body in distress, unconsciously cupping her chest and offering it to his mouth. "Mmm, like this..."

He gently bit her nipple. "How?"

"Harder, please harder, fuck me harder..."

He finally granted her wish and began to suckle vigorously. Zhu Shui's chest heaved, the pain, itchiness, and numbness intertwined, yet it was addictive to this strange torment.

In a daze, she reached out and hugged him. His clothes were icy cold to the touch. Zhu Shui was startled. What kind of drug had she taken? Even in the darkness, she could imagine herself half-undressed, held in the arms of a stranger, wantonly groping and abusing him, her mind clouded by arousal, while he remained as calm as an ancient glacier. He hadn't even taken off a single piece of clothing...

Rule 5: ashisstilashi, akissisafast.

The body, being violated, burned uncontrollably, yet the coldness emanating from the other's clothes froze from her fingertips to her heart.

"Stop, let go, let me go." Zhu Shui's voice trembled as she used all her self-control to push away the embrace that held her, rolling away along the satin brocade to the far corner of the room.

The person in the darkness sat motionless, seemingly lost in thought, and after a long while said softly, "Hmm, little girl, you've got quite a picky appetite. What, you're still not satisfied even after I personally serve you?"

"Who, who wants your service..." The intense desire hadn't subsided, and Zhu Shui's voice was filled with resentment and panting.

"Oh, so Zilong misunderstood what he told me about you." The slow tone was unreadable, but Zhu Shui strangely sensed a hint of sarcasm.

Zilong? Zhu Shui wanted to cry but had no tears; calling him a liar was more appropriate. She was certain she was being framed and was about to clarify when suddenly a hand silently reached for her wrist.

Zhu Shui was startled; she had been on high alert, yet this person still approached so stealthily. Without thinking, Zhu Shui turned her palm and slashed at his wrist pulse point. The instant her fingertips touched his skin, the man let out a soft "Eh," as if he hadn't expected a counterattack. In a flash, his wrist sank, barely dodging the attack. Zhu Shui wouldn't let him dodge so easily; her right hand extended, bending and swinging down diagonally. The man was struck hard in the elbow. In an instant, a force suddenly shot out from the man's arm. Zhu Shui felt a numbness in her wrist and was thrown aside.
Zhu Shui was horrified. What was this man made of? After being struck by her, even a brick would have shattered in two, yet he was completely unharmed and could easily retaliate? Fear gripped her, and the thought of retreat began to stir. Zhu Shui mentally calculated the direction of the door and tiptoed backward, holding her breath.

She had only taken two steps when her ankle suddenly tightened. The satin brocade that had been discarded on the ground silently wrapped around her foot, pulling her slightly, and Zhu Shui lost her balance and fell to the ground. The man walked over unhurriedly, slowly bending down. In the darkness, his voice was cold and ruthless, "Girl, have you had enough?"

Zhu Shui snorted twice, then suddenly kicked forward with her right leg. The man dodged to the side, which was exactly what Zhu Shui had been waiting for. Using her left hand to brace herself, she shot out like an arrow towards the door. A sudden gust of wind hit her face, and her left hand was abruptly grabbed with lightning speed. Zhu Shui's heart sank, and her body was involuntarily pulled back. A right elbow thrust backward, and Zhu Shui struggled, but then a soft laugh echoed in the darkness. The person flipped her over, and in an instant , Zhu Shui was topped off and pinned to the carpet.

In the darkness, his cool aura brushed against her half-exposed chest. Her nipples stood erect, sensitive and firm, like flower buds trembling and blooming in the cold wind. Zhu Shui felt her body alternate between hot and cold, and after a long while, she said in despair, "What exactly do you want?"

The man remained silent, his fingertips seemingly tracing her face casually, then slowly moving downwards, caressing the swollen buds that had been wantonly bitten and teased between his lips and fingers, the still painful, tender spot of her maidenhood, the pitifully trembling and opening and closing of the stamen in his calloused palm...

Recalling that intoxicating yet even more soul-crushing frenzy of passion, Zhu Shui couldn't help but sob. Her body arched reflexively at his touch, but her voice choked with shame, "No, no, don't touch me anymore, I, I don't want it anymore..."

As if moved by her pleas, the man's fingers stopped. Zhu Shui breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body shrank to the side, but the man reflexively reached out and pressed down on her wrists again.

For a moment, the sheer masculine strength froze Zhu Shui in place. Then, a cold voice reached her ears, "You wild girl who loves to run around, let me teach you a lesson. Don't make a move unless you're prepared to kill someone."
Did he realize he'd mistaken her for someone else? Zhu Shui trembled with anger. "Aren't you going to apologize for hurting an innocent person?"
"Innocent? It seems I didn't invite you in."

Zhu Shui sneered. "Is this the inner palace of the royal family, where outsiders are executed on the spot?"

The man remained unmoved. "In my place, the wind can enter, the rain can enter, but the king cannot enter."

Zhu Shui gritted her teeth in hatred. Just then, the phone rang from somewhere. The man frowned and took a step to the side. Suddenly, Zhu Shui leaped up and grabbed his face. The man, not wanting to get entangled with her, stepped back to dodge. A laugh rang out, and in the blink of an eye, her hand felt light; the bracelet she wore was gone. The phone rang more urgently. Remembering that only important people would call with extremely urgent matters, the man hesitated for a moment. In that brief hesitation, Zhu Shui had already darted to the door with a few somersaults. Knowing he couldn't stop her, the man simply stopped the pursuit. Anyway, this audacious little girl would eventually be caught, and then… He touched his wrist and smiled coldly.

rule6: nightmare—sexmakesthemaretogo

In the quiet night, Zhu Shui didn't sleep well.

In her dream, there were golden rice fields, and before her, sea-blue eyes were filled with rage. "You don't love me at all!"
She shook her head desperately, wanting to speak but unable to utter a word.

"Don't deny it." The blue-eyed man waved his hands. "Qiong An told me everything! You said you've never had an orgasm! Now you're happy, I've become the laughingstock of the whole school!"

She knew boys liked to compare these things, and she knew he had always been proud of his size. But she truly didn't enjoy it; each time, she just wished it would end quickly. Perhaps it wasn't his fault; the problem lay with her.

Closing her eyes, she bitterly recalled the graffiti she'd drawn on her car: a frozen fish in the refrigerator… High school, truly hell; high school students were horned demons dwelling within.

"Is faking an orgasm out of pity? Thank you for your hard work, you won't have to do it again!"

She reached out her hand, but he had already turned and left. What a pity, he was her favorite. Why couldn't boys simply enjoy pure love like girls? She touched the corner of her eye; it seemed slightly moist. Usually, by this time, she should have woken up with a sense of melancholy, right?

However, a thick fog suddenly rose around her. She looked around in surprise, only to find herself at an empty bus stop. Then she smelled the scent of perilla leaves… A figure appeared beside her, hands in his suit pockets, but didn't look at her.

Her legs felt weak, yet she stared at that person as if bewitched. What kind of face did he have? The figure seemed to sense something and looked at her, but a thick fog instantly blocked their view. She was a little disappointed; she still couldn't see his face.

"Looking at me?" His voice was soft, as if shrouded in fog itself.

She turned her head away shyly, but in her heart, she thought that just hearing his voice was intoxicating.

He seemed to read her mind, but responded with even more intense actions. In an instant, she was forcefully pushed against the wall, and a hand grabbed her breast from behind. She felt dizzy. "What are you doing?"

He just chuckled and whispered in her ear, "The way you look at me makes me want to sleep with you, right here."
He ripped open her school uniform shirt, buttons popping off one after another. She suddenly felt like she was watching a passionate erotic comic she was acting out.

He pulled her shirt down, bunching it around her waist to bind her hands, and as she struggled, one breast broke free from her bra, round and perky, innocently inviting someone to bite it.

She heard his amused laughter, and from her angle, she could see his hands roughly kneading her high breasts from behind. Her legs went weak, and she leaned against him, letting him do as he pleased. Her moans came in waves, soft and delicate, utterly erotic.

He turned her to him, pushed up her peach-like breasts, and took them into his mouth.

She cried out in surprise, as if unable to withstand such extreme stimulation. In an instant, she became an observer again. She first saw her bra disheveled and pushed up above her breasts, then her tall, slender body half-lowered in front of her. He cupped one of her breasts in his hands, his lips swirling and sucking on her nipple, with the leisurely air of savoring a delicacy.

A surge of desire washed over her, her red lips unconsciously uttering "no," one hand clutching helplessly at his coat…

He took a step back, straightening himself, his calloused fingers brushing behind her ear. "Little girl, let me take you to paradise."

She looked at him in panic. Lies! Where was there any paradise? This was just a trick men use to deceive women…

He pressed his entire body between her legs, pinning her against the wall and between himself. His burning male form began to move rhythmically, wildly and mercilessly.

She saw her long hair spread loosely, one leg held in his grasp, the other struggling to support her body against his thrusts.

She was lost in intense lust, sometimes writhing beneath him, sometimes watching herself being forcibly taken.

He forced her to kneel, entering her roughly from behind. One hand kneaded her swollen breasts, while the other's fingers were in her mouth, eliciting moans from her.

She lay prone on the ground, her buttocks slightly raised, letting him lift her skirt, letting his thrusts make her rise and fall. Her face was flushed crimson, her hands hanging limply in front of her, bending forward intermittently with the swaying of her body.

When he turned her over, she, who had been watching, covered her mouth in shame: the woman lying beneath him had a blank look in her eyes, suspicious clear liquid on her lips and chest, her shirt open at the front, revealing two round breasts, the nipples pinched, squeezed, and bitten, red and swollen, not like a girl from a good family, but more like a woman who had experienced the pleasures of the brothel. Although her short skirt was still on, her pink panties had long since slipped down to her ankles.
She looked like a pitiful little thing ravaged by a devil.

He picked her up, letting her wrap her legs around his waist, not caring whether she could bear it or not, and began a new wave of passion. " Ah

, um, spare me, good man..." she murmured, begging for mercy...

"Hey, hey, are you still half asleep? Wake up!" She suddenly opened her eyes, and in front of her was Zhao Lei's worried face. Thanks to that person that day, even her dreams were so colorful. "I'm fine." Zhu Shui stretched and got up to change her pajamas. Zhao Lei stared at her intently. "Sister, you seem to have gotten even fuller." Zhu Shui looked down at her chest. "Really?" Zhao Lei touched it with his hand, pretending to be intoxicated. "Wow, a woman that a man can't even hold in one hand!" Zhu Shui puffed out her chest and made a face, but in her heart she was thinking, people are really different. Zhao Lei touched her, and she didn't even feel a ripple in her heart. Or is it that the mysterious man in the dark has practiced some special techniques? "Well," Zhao Lei stammered, "by the way, where did you go that day? I couldn't find you anywhere after I came out." Zhu Shui rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water. "I'm in a hurry, I have an interview today," Zhao Lei called after her. "Zhu Shui, don't force yourself if you can't find a job. My boss recently raised my wages, so if things really don't work out, I can support you for a couple of days, okay?" The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Zhu Shui smiled and said softly, "You're such a good person. My mom might not even be willing to support me..." "Clang!" Amidst the sound of shattering glass, Zhao Lei's scream rang out. Startled, Zhu Shui turned off the tap and rushed back to the room. "Zhao Lei, what are you doing..." Her voice trailed off when she saw the uninvited guests in the room. The man sitting in the middle of the room leisurely stroked his bald head. "Oh, little girl, you ran pretty fast. Why are you in such a hurry to save your little lover?" Zhu Shui's eyes were already fixed on what was behind him. Zhao Lei, whether dead or alive, was being held by a sleazy-looking man. The man, with a missing front tooth, smiled obsequiously. "Brother Chen, she's the girl who beat me up that day." Zhu Shui suddenly realized. No wonder he looked familiar. So he was the guy who wanted to stage a rape scene that day. The bald man, Chen, frowned. "Shengzi, you're such a coward! A grown man like you getting beaten up by a little girl, and you're actually proud of it?" Shengzi smiled obsequiously. "Brother Chen is right. Today, it's all up to you!" Chen grunted in satisfaction. "You didn't need me to step in and settle things. You've got some sense, kid." He glanced at Zhu Shui staring at Shengzi and chuckled. "Don't worry, your little lover is still alive." Zhu Shui remained silent, calculating the chances of knocking down Shengzi and running away with Zhao Lei. Bald Chen seemed to see through Zhu Shui's plan. He sneered, smashed a glass on the table with a bang, and used the shards to slash Zhao Lei's neck. "See? It's bleeding, which means he's not dead. I wasn't lying, was I? But if you're up to any tricks, don't blame me for being rough." Zhu Shui's face turned pale. This time, she had truly encountered a ruthless thug. "What do you want?" Bald Chen slapped his thigh. "Great! You should have asked earlier, then your little lover wouldn't have suffered this for nothing." As he spoke, he placed a button-sized object on the table. "This is a bugging device. Go and place it in the manager's office at Latin Paradise." Zhu Shui was somewhat surprised; she had assumed these people were there to get revenge for what happened that day. "What do you want me to do?" "Just say your little lover is sick, and you'll go to work in his place. We've already paved the way for you. Once you get there, find a way to slip the device in." Is it really that simple? Zhu Shui was somewhat skeptical. "Who's in the manager's office?" Bald Chen gave a thumbs up. "You little girl, you're quick-witted. Okay, I won't lie to you, Wolf Li from Latin Paradise has a bit of a grudge against us. He often handles things in the manager's office." "Wolf Li? Is there anyone with the surname Wolf?" Bald Chen asked impatiently. "Of course, it's a nickname. That kid is as ruthless as a wolf, so you'd better watch out. If he catches you, you'll be crying for your parents." Zhu Shui raised an eyebrow. "Should I say thank you for your concern?" Bald Chen wanted to get angry but held back. "Alright, girl, use your sharp tongue to deal with Wolf Li. Don't try anything funny. I don't care if I tear your little lover apart." He stood up and waved. "The brothers are leaving." One of the men who had been standing at the very edge suddenly whispered in his ear, "Brother Chen, look at the bracelet next to the pillow. It looks a bit like that master's." "Which master?" The man whispered two words in his ear. Bald Chen's eyelids twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "Let me see it." The man darted over, his hands trembling as he returned. "Brother Chen, look, it really does seem to be..." Bald Chen snatched it away, and then not only did his hands tremble, but his whole body began to shudder. It was as if he was holding not a small bracelet, but some invisible weapon that could take a life. Bald Chen forced a smile that was even more ugly than a cry. "Girl, ah, no, miss, where did you get this bracelet?" Zhu Shui couldn't help but laugh when she saw that the bald man who had just been fierce had suddenly become a lapdog. "Stolen. What, does it have some kind of special background?" "Stolen, stolen, stolen?" Bald Chen squeezed out a few words from his throat, then pointed at Zhu Shui and burst into laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "You, you're laughing, you're making me laugh to death! If you, a little yellow-haired girl, could have stolen something from that master, would you have been cornered here by us brothers? At least make your lie believable. If you said it was a gift from him, I might believe you a little. Sixth Brother," he called to the person who had just whispered to him, a little hesitantly, "Do you think it might have been a gift from that master? He has a reputation for being a womanizer, and I've heard he's always been very generous..." Sixth Brother shook his head. "Doesn't seem likely. If it had been given away, it would have spread throughout the martial arts world by now. How could there be no word of it? This thing is probably some fool who doesn't know what's good for him and made a fake. It gave me quite a fright just now."

Brother Chen nodded in deep agreement. "That makes sense. I was terrified when I first saw it. Damn it, these people are really asking for trouble lately. Of all things, why would they pirate something? Pirate that deadly Yama's stuff? Even if he himself doesn't care, wouldn't the people around him skin you alive if they found out?"

Zhu Shui couldn't help but ask, "After all this talk, whose stuff did you originally think it was?"

Bald Chen looked at him with awe. "Girl, you'd better not pry into that master's business."

Zhu Shui snorted. "What's so great about him? So sneaky."

Bald Chen almost jumped up, looking around. "Watch your mouth, you little brat. You've had enough of living, but I haven't! Let me tell you, compared to that ruthless master, we're all as pure and innocent as lambs."
Zhu Shui chuckled. Them, lambs?

Bald Chen stammered, "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you. Fine, hurry up and put this chain away. If anyone you know sees it, you'll be in big trouble." He put the chain back on the table, his face contorting into a grimace. "Remember to do what I told you to do properly, or you'll be collecting your little lover's corpse!"

As if in response, Shengzi, who was holding Zhao Lei, grinned lewdly and reached into Zhao Lei's clothes to give him a squeeze. "Brother Chen, how about we let him play with him for a bit?"

Zhu Shui unconsciously bit her lip, then spoke in a cold voice, "Please wait a moment."

Bald Chen was impatient. "What do you want to say, you brat..." With a loud crash, the thermos on the table shattered into pieces, splashing shards and hot water all over the group. Brother Chen

was furious and jumped up, ready to unleash his fury, when Lao Liu pulled him back with a serious expression. "Brother Chen, look."
In the center of the thermos lay a small, shiny hair clip. Chen Ge shivered. He hadn't even seen how the blond girl made her move. With that kind of strength, if she had aimed at his head instead of the thermos...

When he spoke again, he was clearly blustering but weak inside, "Girl, what do you mean?"

Zhu Shui's eyes swept over them one by one, then stared into Sheng Zi's eyes and said, word by word, "Please, take good care of Xiao Lei."

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"When you're in the martial world, green hats fly everywhere. I'll give one to you, ptooey, or maybe to Xiao Zhan..." On one side, someone was making a wild, off-key drinking game, and on the other side, there was a "clang" as someone kicked an empty wine bottle away.

"Damn it, will you guys ever stop?!"

"Hehe, people love a jerk, bro, how about I play you a singles love song to celebrate?"

With a "whoosh," the bottle flew straight at the person, about to miss and smash into the door, but was caught by the person who had just pushed the door open.

A moment of silence followed, then deafening applause and whistles. "Brother Wolf, great skills!"

Wolf Li, who had just entered, frowned and said coldly, looking at the room filled with smoke. "What are you bastards up to now?"

Seeing his displeasure, the group of men stood up obediently, forcing smiles. "Nothing much, Brother Wolf, it's just that Xiao Zhan broke up with his girlfriend, we're just trying to comfort him."

Wolf Li sat down on the sofa, took a drag of the cigarette his men had lit for him, and sneered, "Xiao Zhan, look at you! Three-legged toads are hard to find, but women with two tits are everywhere!"

Xiao Zhan lowered his head and muttered, "Xiao Lian is different."

Wolf Li ignored him and asked the man with the gap-toothed man standing beside him, "Xiao Lian is his girlfriend's name?" The man

with the gap-toothed man leaned down and whispered, "Yes, Brother Wolf, she works at the bar downstairs."

Wolf Li noticed something else, though. "Xiao Zhan, what happened to your face?"

"Nothing." Xiao Zhan quickly turned his face away.

"Little Zhan went to argue with Xiao Lian's new lover and got beaten up."
Wolf Li's face darkened, and the people around him immediately fell silent. He nodded, "You guys are getting more and more impressive. Your own brother got beaten up, and you're still here pissing your mouths."

"Brother Wolf, you don't know," Little Zhan rubbed his hands, "Xiao Lian's new lover is Bald Chen from the south of the city. Although we've never gotten along, there's no need to fall out over a slut."

"Xiao Lian isn't a slut, she's a good girl," Little Zhan retorted.

Wolf Li looked at him, not angry but amused, "Very good, you're quite loyal. Sanzi, bring that Little Lian up here."

"Okay." Little Zhan had always looked down on Little Zhan's docile nature, but he didn't understand why Brother Wolf was so good to him. Now, he was happy to watch the show, so he agreed and went to fetch her.

Xiao Zhan looked terrified. "Brother Wolf, don't make things difficult for her. It must be Baldy Chen who forced her..."

Wolf Li leaned back on the sofa, his expression unfathomable in the smoke. Xiao Zhan swallowed hard and immediately swallowed back all his words.

A moment later, the door opened, and Gap-Toothed Three led in a girl in a waitress's skirt. Wolf Li didn't say anything, but his sharp eyes scanned the girl thoroughly.

Hmm, she was quite pretty, with fair skin, big eyes, a full bust, a slim waist, and a pert bottom—no wonder Xiao Zhan couldn't let her go.

Xiao Lian felt uneasy and whispered, "Boss Lang, you wanted to see me?"

Lang Li hummed in response, stubbed out his cigarette, and said, "I heard you've started seeing Brother Chen?"

Xiao Lian nodded slightly. "Boss Lang, I'll stop after today."

Lang Li smiled slightly. "That bald Chen is really good at poaching my girls. But how can I let him have such a pretty young lady before I've even gotten my hands on her?"

Xiao Lian blushed at his flippant tone. However, she knew Brother Chen was powerful and figured Lang Li wouldn't make things difficult for her and cause a conflict.

Lang Li seemed to read her mind but just smiled lazily. "How about this, you spend the night with me."
Xiao Lian suddenly looked up. "Boss Lang..."

"Shh." Lang Li shook his finger to interrupt her. "Don't be afraid, I don't like forcing women." He opened his safe and took out three thick stacks of money, placing them on the coffee table.

"This 30,000 is all yours for one night."

Xiaolian's eyes widened. 30,000? Even the most popular hostesses here only made 20,000 a night. She secretly glanced at Lang Li; this man possessed a handsome, wicked charm that made her hesitant to provoke him.

"What, think it's too little?" Lang Li added two more stacks, "50,000. I won't tell Baldy Chen."
Xiaolian's mouth dropped open, tempted, but with her ex-boyfriend beside her, she hesitated to nod.

"Looks like I'm destined to sleep alone tonight." Lang Li, having been in the sex industry for so many years, could easily see through her advances. He deliberately sighed, pretending to take the money back. "Really not going to tell Brother Chen?" Xiaolian's voice was soft yet incredibly clear.

There was no need to answer. Lang Li took out a key and tossed it to the gap-toothed man, "You know the place. Take Xiaolian and the money there."

As soon as the two left, Lang Li smiled contemptuously, "50,000."

Xiao Zhan's face turned deathly pale.

Lang Li stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry about a bitch. Just tell me which one you like tonight, and I'll pay for it."

The

others looked on with a mixture of envy and jealousy. The Red Auntie here not only charged high prices but also picked and chose her customers; she wouldn't even look at them, her underlings.

Xiao Zhan shook his head, "No need. They're all just money-grubbing sluts. I'd rather stay here and drink with you, Brother Lang."

Lang Li patted him again with satisfaction, "That's a good kid."

Before he'd even finished three drinks, Lang Li's phone rang. Gap-toothed San chuckled lewdly on the other end. "Brother Lang, the person's all taken care of,"

Lang Li said casually. "Get a few brothers to take good care of her, smear her face, and send her to Bald Chen." There was a pause on
the

other end. "Well, Brother Lang, do you want to come over and have some fun?"

"No need, you know my rules."

"Yes, yes," Gap-toothed San said anxiously, "I forgot Brother Lang only touches virgins."

Hanging up, Lang Li took the glass from Xiao Zhan's hand. "Don't use too much force, you might break it and hurt your hand."

Xiao Zhan couldn't help but speak up. "Brother Lang…"

Lang Li said coldly, "It's not that I want to pick a fight with a woman, but she eats my food and goes off to hook up with my rival. If I let her off easily, how will I survive in this underworld?" "

But, isn't that too cruel?" Xiao Zhan said urgently.

"It's not like I didn't give her a chance. If she hadn't taken that 50,000 just now, I might have let her and Baldy get together." Lang Li said earnestly, "Xiao Zhan, we're in the underworld, we rely on ruthlessness and loyalty."

Xiao Zhan wanted to say more, but Lang Li's face had already darkened. "If you plead for her again, don't call me brother anymore." He pointed to someone on the side, "Glasses, pour Xiao Zhan a drink."

Glasses quickly put on a smile and raised his voice to toast Xiao Zhan, "With an excited heart and trembling hands, I'm pouring Brother Xiao Zhan a drink. If you don't drink, you'll think I'm ugly."

Xiao Zhan couldn't help but chuckle despite his worries.

Lang Li smiled ambiguously, "Xiao Zhan, then you really have to drink with Glasses a few more rounds."

Glasses poured Lang Li a drink as well, "Brother Lang, I'm below you, you say how many rounds, that's how many."

Lang Li gave him a playful kick and laughed and cursed, "Get the hell out of here, it'd be a joke if anyone wanted to be with you."
Seeing Lang Li happy, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Huanzi, standing nearby, chimed in, "Speaking of jokes, there was one fresh off the press yesterday, and it's even related to Brother Wolf."

Lang Li glanced at him, but then added with his glasses, "Related to Brother Wolf? Tell me about it."

"So yesterday, a fresh-faced young woman came in. Sister Li, who's in charge, told her that Brother Wolf has high standards. He doesn't need a pretty face for his girlfriend; she has to be a virgin and dutiful to her in-laws. Guess how that girl responded?"
Lang Li said casually, "A pig."

Huanzi was startled and quickly said, "A pig? How could that be? Besides, who would dare say that about our Brother Wolf?"
"My cousin."

Huanzi exclaimed, completely taken aback.

Lang Li kindly explained to him, "My cousin said that's not called having good taste, it's called being a male chauvinist pig, or 'shapi' for short."

Huanzi chuckled twice to smooth things over, "You know, this new girl has good taste. She praised you, Brother Lang, for being cute and kind-hearted."

Lang Li spat out a mouthful of wine, looking disgusted. Cute? Kind-hearted? Him, a gangster boss?

Huanzi shook his head, "She said, Brother Lang is really kind-hearted, willing to take in unwanted girls. Isn't this girl funny? What virgin is unwanted?"

Lang Li said casually, "If someone wants her, she can still be a virgin?"

"Huh?" Huanzi was clearly caught up in this paradox.

Fortunately, Lang Li's phone rang again at that moment. He answered the phone, listened quietly for a while, and then said, "Alright, take them to the manager's office. I'll go handle it now."

After hanging up, Lang Li asked, "Huanzi, do you think that new girl's name is Hua Zhushui?"

"I think so. What's wrong, Brother Lang?"

"She splashed wine all over President Li's face." Lang Li chuckled sarcastically, "She really has good taste."

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