Civil Servant Side Story Completed

I searched and found that someone had posted this in other districts, but only half of it. I'm sharing the whole thing here. *
The Civil Servant's Tale

* Han Binghong walked down the clean corridor, her high heels clicking rhythmically on the floor, producing a crisp, elegant sound. She wore a dark blue judge's uniform, the fitted short-sleeved skirt suit highlighting her mature and voluptuous figure. A prominent national emblem badge adorned her left breast, giving her a dignified and elegant air.

She stopped at the door of a room at the end of the corridor.

She reached out to knock, then lowered her hand.

After a moment's hesitation, her slender fingers finally tapped on the door. The instant she knocked, Han Binghong felt her hands tremble noticeably. Her

heart pounded faster and faster.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was no response from inside.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Still no answer.

Han Binghong breathed a sigh of relief. As she turned to leave, a clear male voice came from inside:
"Come in…"

She cautiously pushed open the door, standing timidly at the entrance.

A boy of about ten years old sat shirtless on the bed, his lower body curled up in the blanket, leaning back lazily. His large eyes darted restlessly over her mature, voluptuous body, a strange smile playing on his delicate features.

"You look really beautiful today!" the boy said, his eyes fixed on Han Binghong's chest, her full breasts bulging against her uniform.

Han Binghong blushed under the boy's blatant gaze, lowering her head as if to hide her embarrassment, murmuring, "Breakfast is ready, Wenhui, get up and eat. I...I need to go to school—" "Come here!" the boy's voice was commanding.

Han Binghong glanced at him, then carefully entered, her movements subtle, her high heels clicking on the expensive stone floor with a captivating sound.

The sound alone suggested a highly refined and elegant lady.

"What...have you forgotten what I told you again..." the boy's gaze lingered on Han Binghong's beautiful feet clad in Babala shoes.

Han Binghong's two beautiful legs were posed elegantly, her slender high heels resting gently together, giving her a ladylike appearance. Light black crystal stockings encased her full insteps, reflecting a faint yet wondrous sheen. Her slender calves and delicate ankles had clean, graceful lines, and the natural indentations on either side of her Achilles tendon at the back of her ankles were incredibly soft and alluring, exuding a subtle sensuality.

Han Binghong's heart skipped a beat. She bit her lip lightly, a hint of humiliation in her voice. Her toes twitched a couple of times inside her shoes, and with a soft "tap" of her heels hitting the ground, her rounded heels slipped out. Her

heels were incredibly nimble, the pads firm, without a single speck of dead skin or calluses—exquisitely smooth.
Then, she crossed her legs, twisted her ankles, and half her toes emerged from her shoes again. The tendon on the sole of her foot was taut, and the thin, highly transparent black stockings made the skin on her soles appear exceptionally white. Through the stockings, one could vaguely see the delicate veins beneath the skin.

Han Binghong's toes flexed and extended once more, and finally, the high heel slipped from her delicate toes and fell with a "thud," completely exposing the soles of her feet.

Her feet were neither too big nor too small, with long, slender, and soft soles. The pads on the balls of her feet looked soft, and her feet were plump but not thick, delicate but not thin. Her five exquisitely sculpted toes were of varying lengths, each one so endearing, encased in thin, transparent stockings, giving the impression of Mona Lisa smiling at you.

The boy on the bed seemed to be breathing more heavily at this moment.

After a moment's hesitation, Han Binghong's hands first groped around her inner thighs, then both hands simultaneously pulled down her legs to her feet, obediently rolling up her flesh-colored stockings and removing them. Clutching the stockings in her hands, she felt her heart pounding, her palms slightly sweaty.

Her two smooth calves and fair feet were completely exposed to the boy. Han Binghong's chest heaved, her delicate breath sweet and fragrant.

"Give them to me!" the boy's voice brooked no argument.

Han Binghong's face flushed, but she didn't dare slow her movements. With a wronged expression, she handed the boy the high heels and stockings she had just taken off.

The boy smelled the woman's stockings, then stuffed them into his pocket. Then, as if by magic, he produced a pair of fancy strappy high-heeled sandals from behind his back. "Try these!" she sighed softly, taking the shoes from the boy's hands.

Han Binghong looked down at her exquisitely sculpted bare feet, clad in strappy high heels with openwork uppers. The delicate straps bound around the top third of her sexy calves, making her slender ankles appear as if carved from jade. Most of her small feet were exposed, her fair soles and ten delicate toes peeking out, exuding an indescribable sexiness and allure.

She had never worn such sexy high heels before. She was a rather conservative and reserved woman, unaccustomed to displaying her beautiful body to boys other than her husband, including her bare feet; therefore, she didn't usually wear such things intentionally.

"Your feet are so beautiful!" the boy couldn't help but exclaim.

Hearing this, Han Binghong blushed deeply. Like a child who had done something wrong, she lowered her head, letting her hair cover her feverish face.

"Okay, you can wear these high heels to work today. As for stockings, you don't need to wear them." Han Binghong glanced at the boy resentfully, then lowered her head again.

"As for now… unbutton your clothes!" the boy suddenly commanded.

"What?!" Han Binghong looked up at the boy, stunned.

"What? Didn't you understand?" The boy didn't even glance at her.

Han Binghong took a deep breath, as if making a final decision, and slightly turned her body to unbutton the first button of her clothes.

She suppressed her inner shame, her face flushed as if burned by the boy's gaze, and hesitantly unbuttoned her clothes one button at a time.

One, two... Although it was incredibly slow, the female prosecutor's uniform was finally completely undone, revealing Han Binghong's exposed chest, her deep cleavage, and perhaps due to shame, her full, high breasts rose and fell slightly... "Now lift one leg and put it on the table..." the boy said in a calm tone.

"What?... " Han Binghong thought she had misheard, shaking her head weakly: "No... don't..." "I'm not used to saying the same thing twice!" the boy said impatiently, leaning against the bed.

Han Binghong's nose tingled, and she almost cried.

No matter how strong a woman is, she is still a woman. Deep down, she retains a woman's vulnerable side. It's just that under the halo of power, status, and honor, people only see her strong and righteous side.

Suppressing the humiliation, Han Binghong steeled herself and actually lifted one leg. Because she was wearing a uniform skirt, when she placed her high-heeled foot on the table, the skirt naturally rode up. Standing like this, she immediately realized how lewd this posture was. The intense shame almost made her faint; she felt her face burning like fire.

Flesh-colored stockings clung to her full, long thighs, the embroidered elastic at the ends digging into the white skin at the base of her thighs. Pink, semi-transparent panties covered her swollen vulva, the barely visible pubic hair making the boy's breath quicken again.

"Don't move, stay in this position!" the boy said, pulling out a pointer from beside him. He lowered his head slightly, using the pointer to lift the hem of her skirt, revealing the prosecutor's entire genitals. He lightly poked at her swollen, full mons pubis with the pointer, observing Han Binghong's ashamed expression as he did so.

"Ah..." Han Binghong was both angry and anxious, filled with shame and indignation at this lewd act, her face turning pale and then red. She thought it would pass quickly, but this little pervert had so many ways to play; it seemed the real torment was yet to come.

The boy explored the prosecutor's mysterious private parts with great interest. Her sexy, narrow panties covered her wide pelvis, and thick pubic hair peeked out restlessly from the edge of her panties, making the boy's blood surge.

Suddenly, he pointed the smooth tip of his pointer at Han Binghong's clitoris, rubbing it back and forth. Caught off guard, Han Binghong couldn't help but let out a groan. The boy grinned lewdly, continuing to play with the prosecutor's most sensitive area. Han Binghong suppressed the pleasure emanating from her lower body, tilting her head back, closing her beautiful eyes, and clenching her teeth to stifle a sound, her face flushed.

"Hehe, a very sensitive body..." the boy chuckled, moving the pointer from her genitals to Zhuang Yan's upper body. Han Binghong's prosecutor's uniform was only unbuttoned; the boy used the pointer to pull it open, revealing a white bra supporting her full, erect breasts. He then poked and prodded them with the pointer, "Hehe... such heavy breasts..." Han Binghong felt intensely humiliated and could only turn her head away, enduring the abuse in humiliation.

"What a devilish figure..." The boy wantonly fondled the mature woman's body before him. Although she was already a mother, Han Binghong maintained a perfect figure. Time had left her with more maturity and charm, the kind of noble and dignified beauty that every boy longed for. The boy admired the prosecutor's utterly humiliated and helpless expression, finally thrusting his pointer into the woman's sexy navel.

Han Binghong straddled the table, maintaining a lewd posture, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, trying not to think about what was happening before her. She only prayed in her heart that it would all be over soon, but the boy before her clearly wouldn't stop easily. She had anticipated the worst outcome, but she hadn't expected the process... Almost numb to everything, Han Binghong's mind was blank. She no longer knew what she was doing.

"Alright, now take off your underwear."

"Take off your underwear!" the boy sternly shouted.

"Ah..." Han Binghong didn't know what to do. She lowered her head, letting her hair cover her blushing face.

Han Binghong suddenly felt lost and unsure how to proceed, but the boy didn't urge her, simply watching quietly, as if he knew what was about to happen.

She had no other choice; rather than endure this humiliation, she might as

well steel herself and go for it. Thinking this, she seemed to convince herself, calming her nerves slightly. She took a few deep breaths, her chest rising and falling gently, and slowly slipped her hand inside her skirt, enduring the humiliation, to touch the edge of her panties… The air seemed to freeze; no one wanted to break the moment.

When the panties reached her knees, she gently pulled her right foot out of her high heel, then carefully pulled the panties off, putting her right foot back in the heel before pulling off her left. Her movements were so elegant, only slower than usual.

The boy watched intently; the room was deathly silent.

In her hand was a pair of sexy, lace pink panties. Except for some coverage of her private parts, the entire pair was almost transparent, its alluring charm particularly arousing male desire, especially since the thin fabric was stained with a few traces of lewd fluid.

Han Binghong threw the underwear on the ground, unsure what to do with her hands.

"You need to wear this to work today." The boy took out a small, egg-shaped device connected to an electrical cord.

"Th-that...that's...?" Han Binghong was full of confusion.

"This is called a vibrating egg. It's for putting in your vagina." The boy explained with a smile.

"What!?" Han Binghong stared at the boy in surprise.

"Don't look at me like that. This is an order. You must wear this all day." The boy's tone was firm.

"Wenhui...I..."

"You're not trying to refuse, are you? Think it through, huh?" The boy's cold gaze fixed on Han Binghong.
"..." Han Binghong lowered her head, biting her lower lip, her trembling hands taking the terrifying device from the boy's hand and gently inserting it into her lower body. Her body suddenly trembled, her parted legs instantly losing strength, and she almost fell.

The boy watched the female prosecutor obediently insert the vibrating egg into her lower body and smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay, that's enough. Now, go to work." The boy's tone returned to calm.

Han Binghong looked at him blankly.

She fled the room, closing the door behind her. Just as the door was about to close, Han Binghong couldn't help but turn back. Through the crack in the door, she saw the boy covering her face with her underwear, sniffing it passionately, and then putting the bottom of the underwear in his mouth, sucking greedily.

Han Binghong felt dizzy, her legs gave way, and she almost fell.

At 7:45 a.m., the cold air on the bus kept pouring in from under her clothes, flowing between her legs and chest, taking away some warmth with each breath.

Han Binghong put her hands in her pockets and pulled her clothes tighter. She had never worn such high heels before; her feet were completely upright, only her toes touching the ground, her small heels almost unable to support her weight.

She trembled and struggled to board the bus in her open-toed, strappy high heels. She wasn't wearing stockings, and she wasn't wearing underwear under her skirt; she shouldn't have taken the bus. But misfortune never comes singly; her car broke down and had to be taken for repairs.

Luckily, there weren't many people in the car. A few oblivious boys who had just cast lecherous glances at her plump, fair thighs and slender, shapely calves were intimidated by her stern and unyielding gaze. Perhaps it was the prosecutor's uniform Han Binghong wore—though not glamorous, it possessed a unique air of authority, emanating a noble and elegant aura. The poise and self-restraint cultivated by her high-level education seemed natural, without any affectation, deterring the lecherous boys from making any advances.

Just as Han Binghong felt a little relieved, she unexpectedly saw a familiar face.

"Gao Jie?"

Delicate eyebrows, bright red lips, and a high-bridged nose; a dignified judge's uniform, the skirt tightly hugging her full hips, outlining a captivating curve. Yes, it was Gao Jie, her university classmate and one of her best friends, now a prosecutor at the Tonghai City People's Procuratorate, just like her.

The unexpected joy of seeing her old classmate overshadowed the humiliation she had just felt, and Han Binghong was about to call out to her when she suddenly noticed something was amiss.

Gao Jie's delicate nose was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her beautiful cheeks were unusually flushed today. The temperature wasn't particularly high, and the air wasn't particularly stuffy, yet for some reason, Gao Jie seemed very uneasy, occasionally shifting slightly in her limbs.

She looked troubled, as if something was troubling her.

These unusual signs made Han Binghong suspicious, and she looked behind Gao Jie—and then, she suddenly realized a cruel truth!

A young man with a face full of acne stood beside Gao Jie. He looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, a high school student. His school uniform was tattered, the shirt collar buttons missing, and a cigarette dangled from his mouth, giving him a sleazy appearance.

He pressed himself tightly against Gao Jie's back, his backpack cleverly concealed at his waist, hiding most people's view. A wicked hand was placed in an inappropriate spot.

From Han Binghong's vaguely visible angle, the young man's hand moved nimbly, playing with Gao Jie's buttocks!
His hand grasped her full, round buttocks, and whether it was due to the swaying of the bus or the young man's persistent kneading, Gao Jie's white, smooth buttocks constantly changed lewd shapes, as if glued to the young man's palm. Her plump,

round buttocks, tightly wrapped in a skirt, exuded the allure of a mature woman. Suddenly, the young man lifted the skirt, revealing a dark anus hidden deep within her buttocks, flashing before Han Binghong's eyes. There was no lace or frills, only a few wisps of dark, sexy, curly anal hair… What? Gao Jie wasn't wearing underwear…

Han Binghong's mind was a mess. She saw an unimaginable scene—Gao Jie, a mature and elegant female prosecutor, was being lewdly violated by a high school student, her lower body naked in the train carriage. This cruel reality made her unable to believe her eyes.

The young man's hands were still wantonly grabbing and squeezing Gao Jie's plump buttocks, his fingers digging into the snow-white flesh.
His lewd fingers were rubbing in circles on her slightly protruding anus. Her most private organ was being violated like this. Han Binghong clearly saw Gao Jie's face turn bright red, as if she was about to cry… Han Binghong couldn't bear to watch any longer. She didn't know how long Gao Jie had been lewdly violated by the young man, how long she had endured this hateful violation. A strong anger almost overwhelmed her; her blood rushed to her head, Han Binghong's face turned bright red, and she could almost feel the veins on her forehead throbbing. An almost explosive rage filled her body, surging relentlessly.

"Let her go! You little scoundrel!"

Han Binghong shouted in a trembling voice at the shameless youth.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to attract the attention of all the passengers in the carriage. They all turned to look.
The youth hurriedly pulled his hand away from the woman's buttocks, and Han Binghong seized the opportunity to pull Gao Jie to her side.
"Sister Han..." Gao Jie called out, her voice slightly tearful and filled with grievance, her pretty face flushed with shame.
Han Binghong comforted her by holding Gao Jie's delicate hand with her left, then turned and glared fiercely at the high school student.
"How dare you, such a young child, do this kind of thing on the train?! I really don't know how your teachers and parents raised you!" "Hey! What did I do? Auntie, you'd better explain yourself..." The youth glanced at Han Binghong nonchalantly.

"What? You! --" Unexpectedly, the youth dared to be so arrogant. Han Binghong's eyebrows furrowed, about to continue her outburst. But then she felt Gao Jie's hand tighten in her left hand. Looking back, Gao Jie's pretty face was flushed red with embarrassment, almost to the point of tears, her beautiful eyes pleading. Her heart softened, and she glared fiercely at the rogue youth in front of her.

Just then, the shuttle bus arrived at its stop. Han Binghong didn't have time to continue reprimanding the high school student before being swept off the bus by the crowd. When she looked for the young man again, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Xiao Jie, you too, why aren't you wearing underwear to work! Look how much that little hooligan took advantage of you just now..." Han Binghong pulled Gao Jie aside, asking with a hint of reproach.

"I...I...I..." Gao Jie stammered, her eyes suddenly reddening.

"Could it be—he...took your underwear off?" Han Binghong was also stunned.

Gao Jie nodded, tears finally streaming down her face.

Han Binghong was stunned; she couldn't believe that high school student would be so bold, daring to do such a thing to Gao Jie, a prosecutor twenty years his senior, on the shuttle bus. Are all kids these days so audacious?

She suddenly remembered the humiliation she had suffered that morning, and her face involuntarily flushed red.

"Gao Jie, you're too weak... at least you should have cried out, sigh... look at you..." Han Binghong said.
Clearly, she didn't want to teach her sister, who had suffered so much humiliation, any further punishment; it would only add salt to her already broken heart.

"Alright, alright, don't think about it anymore. Don't go to work this morning, go back and change your clothes and calm down," Han Binghong comforted her, patting Gao Jie's shoulder.

Watching Gao Jie's departing figure, Han Binghong sighed inwardly, suddenly feeling an emptiness in her lower body, her genitals completely exposed to the cold air.

Han Binghong was startled, only then realizing that she was without underwear. She had never experienced this before, so the feeling was particularly intense.
She couldn't help but smile bitterly. Just now she had been comforting Gao Jie, but now, how different was her situation from the humiliation Gao Jie had suffered?

Han Binghong subconsciously took a few deep breaths, steadied herself, and strode confidently towards the courthouse building.
The 19-story office building of the Provincial Higher People's Court, standing like a sharp sword pointing to the sky, is both incisive and solemn.

The majestic national emblem hangs high, exuding a dignified and rigorous air, sacred and awe-inspiring; the authority of　 the law speaks for itself.

"Tap tap tap..." The rhythmic tapping of high heels on the concrete floor produced an elegant sound. Han Binghong walked steadily down the corridor, her posture dignified and solemn, befitting a people's judge.

The feeling of air flowing freely between her legs was strange; Han Binghong felt as if a barrier had been removed, and she walked cautiously with each step.

With each step, a chill ran down her thighs; the air flowing between her bare thighs was something she couldn't ignore.

Walking without underwear for the first time in the corridor of her workplace—such a solemn courthouse—filled Han Binghong with a strong sense of absurdity. Not wearing underwear always gave her a feeling of insecurity, as if something was missing. Although others couldn't see it, she felt uneasy. She kept telling herself to be careful and not make a fool of herself.

She greeted acquaintances along the way, a feeling that used to make her feel comfortable now making her extremely awkward. It wasn't just the intense insecurity of not having underwear to protect her crotch, but also the strange looks she received from these acquaintances. No

wonder, given her usual simple and plain attire, she wasn't wearing stockings today, and unusually, she was wearing such sexy high heels, completely exposing the beautiful curves of her feet. This made her already striking appearance even more attractive.

The intense, strange looks followed her all the way to the dean's office. Han Binghong stopped, her face flushed, brushing her hair from her forehead and adjusting her skirt. Once she was completely satisfied with herself, she gently knocked twice on the door, which wasn't actually closed.

"Dean Guo..."

"Oh...it's Xiao Han...please come in...hmm?" The old dean, Guo Boxiong, looked up at the female judge, pausing for a moment.

Although Han Binghong was already in her thirties, he still affectionately called her Xiao Han. He had watched Han Binghong grow from a student stepping out of the school gates into the outstanding judge she was today. But today… his prized student, Judge Han Binghong, had abandoned her usual dignified and elegant attire, dressed in an unusually unrestrained and sexy manner—which made him somewhat itchy.

“Dean, you look quite good today…” Han Binghong, unaware of the old dean’s gaze, bent down and placed the case file on the dean’s desk.

At that moment, her chest was directly facing the old judge. Through Han Binghong's prosecutor's uniform, Guo Boxiong saw the cleavage created by her D-cup breasts. The white bra supported her full, firm breasts, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"I looked at the documents again today—" the female judge said, unconsciously raising her head. She immediately noticed the old man's gaze on her chest, and her face flushed again.

"Hehe... I can't look at things for long, it's tiring for my eyes... By the way, how's the case progressing..." Guo Boxiong smiled awkwardly, changing the subject.

"Well... overall it's going relatively smoothly. The biggest problem right now is that the Guotou bankruptcy series of cases involves more than 490 creditors, both domestic and foreign, from more than ten countries including the United States, Japan, France, and Switzerland. The amount of domestic and foreign assets involved is particularly huge. Without a reputable intermediary institution with high credibility both domestically and internationally to handle the bankruptcy liquidation, the court will find it difficult to complete this arduous task. At the same time, if the trial process is fragmented and inconsistent in its enforcement, becoming entangled in the liquidation work, it will inevitably affect the fairness and efficiency of the trial." As she spoke with pride, Han Binghong unconsciously crossed her legs, revealing half of her thigh and her entire calf.

Guo Boxiong's gaze involuntarily fell on the female judge's fair and slender legs again.

This time, Han Binghong quickly noticed his gaze, coughed uncomfortably, and instinctively shifted the position of her crossed legs, lightly pressing down on the part of her skirt that had been lifted with her fingers. Then she slightly turned her head and smoothed the hair that was obscuring her eyes.

"Given the large number of overseas creditors, I'd like to follow international practice and hire a renowned international accounting firm for the financial liquidation, and some experienced law firms to handle domestic and international legal matters. They are familiar with the laws of various countries, which will reduce our workload, improve efficiency, and expedite the case process. The High Court will be responsible for legal supervision during the liquidation process." Han Binghong felt a chill as her bare thighs and buttocks touched the plastic chair. What made her even more uneasy was the familiar itching sensation from that area. The vibrating egg inside her was writhing incessantly, writhing wildly deep within her body, making her heart pound and causing her to continuously leak vaginal fluid.

"Damn it! How could this happen…" Han Binghong suppressed the urge to urinate, forcing a smile to present her best image to the old dean.

"Okay, that's a good idea. Please give me a detailed work proposal. Binghong, you must be very busy these days. You need to take care of yourself... Everyone is watching you this time, so you mustn't collapse..." "I will, Dean, thank you for your concern... Also, regarding the legal rights of individuals not involved in the case and the proper resettlement of employees of bankrupt companies, I have a suggestion. Because the case involves a wide range of issues and concerns social stability, in order to reassure the public, I think the government should first advance the funds and entrust the bank to prioritize paying deposits to individual depositors. After the advance payment, the entrusted bank will obtain the right of subrogation and file a claim as an ordinary creditor. This way, the mentality of the creditors and the laid-off employees will be more balanced, ensuring social order and stability. Otherwise, with people in a state of panic, it will be very difficult for us to carry out our work!" "Ah... no..." As Han Binghong spoke, the lustful fluid in her lower body began to seep out, which made her extremely embarrassed but helpless. At this time, she couldn't make a fool of herself; she could only persevere.

"I believe that the successful conclusion of the Guotou bankruptcy case will inevitably deepen the concepts of a rule-of-law economy and a credit economy in people's minds. And economic development with the guarantee of the rule of law will surely lead our reform and opening-up cause to a more brilliant tomorrow." The female judge's words were rhythmic and eloquent, bringing her speech to a climax. At the same time, her full thighs unconsciously tightened and gently twisted… "Hmm… constructive… Binghong, your methods for handling problems are very mature… you can consider many aspects, very good… keep working hard, be bolder, give full play to your autonomy and creativity. The Guotou case is a precedent; there is no experience to draw upon. The path you forge will become the experience of others in the future… I have high hopes for you… the organization also believes in you. I can give you a heads-up: after this case, you have a very good chance of becoming the vice-president… don't disappoint me…" "Thank you, Dean…" Han Binghong seemed somewhat excited, her voice trembling.　　　No

one knew that at this moment, streams of vaginal fluid flowed down her thighs, seeping into her stockings.

At 11:45, Han Binghong left the dean's office, deliberately avoiding her colleagues. Like a guilty child, she hurried into the restroom, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, relieved that she hadn't made a fool of herself.

Underneath her skirt, she wore no underwear, her crotch a mess of wetness. The annoying itching made her blush and feel utterly humiliated.
(So uncomfortable… this nasty thing… it makes my crotch so numb… so sore… my legs are almost giving out…) Han Binghong suppressed her rapid breathing, her slender hand slipping under her uniform skirt along her thigh.

(It's… it's all wet…) Touching inside, she was shocked to realize her crotch was already soaked, as if she had just urinated. Although no one knew, she was still filled with shame and remorse, never expecting her body to be so uncooperative.

(It's all this damn thing…) Han Binghong angrily reached into her genitals, finally managing to pull out the little thing that had been causing trouble inside her all morning. The round little ball was covered in glistening silver threads and had a lewd smell. Han Binghong was too ashamed to look any longer and threw it into the sewer.

At 12:05, Han Binghong stayed in the toilet for more than ten minutes before daring to leave, her face still flushed. She hurriedly escaped the office building, thankfully catching the last bus.

The bus was crowded with commuters and students leaving school. As soon as Han Binghong boarded, she went to a corner of the carriage; this less crowded spot was a good choice for her, as she had just been violated without underwear. Han Binghong curled up in the corner, waiting for the bus to arrive. Just then, she saw a scene that shocked her!

Gao Jie stood blankly in another corner of the carriage, her delicate hands tightly gripping the handrails, her face filled with shame and embarrassment, her eyes glistening with bitter tears. Behind her, a young man was caressing Gao Jie's buttocks, skillfully using his elbows and forearms in a series of movements to press against her mature breasts beneath her uniform.

Gao Jie's voluptuous body arched, and from the lowered angle, it was clear that her left breast had broken free of her white bra, the dazzling white flesh half-exposed, a fleeting glimpse of crimson in Han Binghong's eyes—whether it was Gao Jie's bud or the bloodshot in her eyes, she couldn't tell. Her ample buttocks thrust back, connecting with the young man beneath her skirt, the dark green short skirt heaving rhythmically, suggesting some kind of lewd ritual was taking place.

When Han Binghong saw the young man's face, she froze—it was the same high school student who had humiliated Gao Jie here that morning! She could no longer suppress her anger. What kind of world was this?!

How dare this kid do such a shameless thing to the same person in the same place?

Just as Han Binghong was about to shout, she met Gao Jie's gaze. Her eyes were filled with pleading… She felt a pang of pity. She understood Gao Jie's meaning; Gao Jie didn't want her to make a scene. Gao Jie was extremely proud; if someone exposed her for being groped in the car by such a scoundrel, she would be mortified… Sigh… Han Binghong sighed inwardly, biting her lip tightly to keep herself from making a sound.

Just then, the shameless youth changed his position, approaching Gao Jie from the side. He rubbed his lower body against the forbidden area under Gao Jie's short skirt, directly kneading her breasts. The barely visible cleavage, now bulging into a distinct deep groove due to the youth's pressure, caused the tender, white flesh to rise and fall, swaying from side to side.

At the same time, his dirty hands grabbed her two plump buttocks and forcefully pried them apart.

The anus in the plump, white cleft was dark brown, with delicate anal lines neatly spread out, pulsating slightly with its owner's breathing.

The youth placed a finger on Gao Jie's small anus, stroking it in a circular motion.

Suddenly, a finger plunged into her tight anus, the wrinkles around her chrysanthemum sinking in.

"Ah..." Gao Jie's head snapped back, her beautiful hair trembling like waves.

Under the merciless torment, glistening tears welled in Gao Jie's eyes, reflecting the sorrow and shame in her pupils. Under the young man's teasing, she finally couldn't help but let out a rapid moan.

"Ah~ Ah!"

That short sigh was quickly drowned out by the noisy commotion in the car, but Han Binghong didn't miss a single syllable of resistance, from the first syllable to the last, slightly seductive one.

"Beast..." She clenched her fists tightly.

Watching her friend being toyed with by a high school student more than twenty years her junior, Han Binghong was filled with anger, humiliation, and even a little... She suddenly realized that her lower body was starting to get wet again.

(What's going on? Am I so sensitive that even seeing this makes me...) Han Binghong subconsciously squeezed her full thighs together, unconsciously letting out a soft moan... "What's wrong with you? Why won't you let me teach that bad boy a lesson?!" Han Binghong glared angrily at Gao Jie.

Han Binghong had been staring at that boy since getting out of the car; if Gao Jie hadn't stopped her, she really wanted to go over and slap that high school student hard.

"No. It was...it was me who seduced him..."

What?!

Han Binghong looked at her friend in disbelief, speechless.

"It was me—who seduced that kid!" Gao Jie looked up at Han Binghong, her eyes filled with determination.
"You—what did you say?" Han Binghong suddenly noticed Gao Jie's blue-black judge's uniform; the short-sleeved skirt suit was almost ten centimeters shorter than usual, revealing two-thirds of her thighs, making her mature and voluptuous figure even more sexy, which seemed extremely incongruous with the solemn elegance of the national emblem badge she wore on her left breast.

Even more outrageous, she was wearing a pair of high-heeled black strappy shoes, which didn't look cheap: about ten inches high, with a trendy and elegant square heel. The black shoe body slid down from the heel to the toe, supporting the beautiful curve of her feet. The delicate straps crisscrossing on the shoe surface exquisitely bound her fair feet, making her look extremely sexy.

"You, you, you—" Han Binghong was stunned for a moment.

At 12:55, as she stepped into her home, Han Binghong's mind was still reeling from Gao Jie's earth-shattering words.

"...Sister Han, you can call me shameless, you can call me lewd, but I'm really suffering... Jiarong has been gone for five years. I'm a woman too, and I need a man's comfort... Do you know how I spend my nights?

I can only satisfy myself with my own fingers... I never want to live like this again. I've thought about having an affair, but I didn't dare... Then that day on the bus, that high school student touched my butt... That feeling... was so good!... I know it's wrong and shameful, but I... just really want to... Later, I changed into sexy clothes and intentionally seduced that kid, once, twice... I felt it was good... He's just a kid, he won't affect me... I just want... to feel better... Please, Sister Han, let me continue like this..." At first, Han Binghong couldn't accept Gao Jie's words; but now, thinking about it, she saw her own reflection in Gao Jie. Both were highly educated women, women who had achieved success in a patriarchal society, and both had unfortunately lost the comfort of men in their prime, even lacking ways to cope... Han Binghong shook her head violently, not daring to think any further.

Perhaps Gao Jie was right. She was a highly educated judge with over ten years of experience, rich social experience, and a strong mental fortitude. She probably wouldn't suffer much in a clandestine sexual game with a teenage high school student. But she herself had absolutely no confidence in the test she was about to face. Plus, that little devil at home was so unpredictable; half a day had already been enough for her, and she wondered what other tricks he would use on her… “Why are you so late? Are you going to have lunch?” A familiar boy’s voice suddenly came from behind.

Han Binghong was startled and hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, something happened at work, so…” “Something happened at work? Did you wear those high heels and get sexually harassed by a male colleague?” The boy insulted the mature female judge.

“No, it’s not like that. The former president of the court wanted to see me…” Han Binghong explained softly.

“So it was that old bastard Guo Boxiong! I knew he had ill intentions towards you…” The boy interrupted Han Binghong.

"No..." Han Binghong protested weakly. The usually refined woman no longer resisted such obscene words; instead, her lower body had become unconsciously wet. Besides, the way the old director looked at her today was indeed different from usual... "So, did you masturbate behind anyone's back at work today?" the boy continued to humiliate the female judge.

"No, no!..." Han Binghong blurted out, as if her secret had been exposed. Her chest heaved, and she breathed heavily through her fragrant nose.

"No? Take out the little thing I gave you this morning, let me check it." The boy actually reached out to touch Han Binghong's lower body.

"Ah, no!" Han Binghong dodged the boy's evil hand, saying shyly, "I, I took it out myself..." She then lowered her head.

"Slap!" A red mark appeared on Han Binghong's beautiful face. The boy grabbed her hair roughly, "How dare you disobey and take away what I gave you!" Startled, Han Binghong was struck again, then received another slap. The boy continued yelling, "You know, you're mine this month… You're so disobedient… I'm going to punish you!" "Take off your clothes! Right here!"

His teeth clenched, his eyes already red. Han Binghong knew the boy wouldn't let this opportunity pass. Begging was useless, slowing down wouldn't work either, because it would only invite greater punishment. Realizing this, she resigned herself to her fate… gently unbuttoning the first button of her clothes.

The air seemed to freeze. The boy fell silent, his gaze fixed on the female judge. Witnessing a high-ranking judge striptease was a thrilling experience for anyone.

Han Binghong suppressed her shame, her face burning red as if from the boy's gaze, hesitantly unbuttoning her clothes one button at a time.

"Ah...is this real?...Why would I do such a thing..." Han Binghong felt her face burning hot.

But things seemed to continue irreversibly, and even she didn't know if she should stop.

With all the buttons undone, Han Binghong hesitated for a moment before finally taking off her top, turning her head to the side to avoid the boy's focused gaze.

Her movements were so shy and hesitant, yet every gesture was full of beauty.

After taking off her top, she was left with an ivory-white lace bra. Her fair skin was like ice, and delicate straps hung from her rounded shoulders, connecting to the bra cups. The bra cups accentuated her deep cleavage, revealing a small portion of her white, tender breast, making one's mouth water.

The room seemed to be empty except for the female judge. The boy held his breath, his eyes fixed on her mature, voluptuous body, admiring every subtle movement and expression.

Han Binghong suddenly felt lost and didn't know how to continue, but the boy didn't urge her; he just watched quietly, as if he knew what was going to happen next.

Han Binghong had no choice; rather than continue in this awkward situation, she might as well steel herself and go for it.
Thinking this, she seemed to convince herself, calming her tense emotions slightly. She took a few deep breaths, her chest rising and falling gently, and slowly unbuttoned her skirt, bearing the weight of her emotions, letting the skirt slide down... The air seemed to freeze; no one wanted to break the moment.

When the skirt reached her knees, she gently pulled her right foot out of her high heel, then carefully pulled the skirt and petticoat off together. She put her right foot back into her high heel before pulling off her left, her movements so elegant, only slower than usual.

The room was deathly silent.

With a "whoosh," her trousers fell to the floor, and Han Binghong closed her beautiful eyes in despair.

Two full, rounded thighs were presented to the boy, the swollen mons pubis above the groin like a large, swollen steamed bun, rising high, forming a smooth arc from her waist to her hips, like a fine white jade vase.

Right before the boy's eyes, the beautiful, uniformed lady gracefully and slowly removed all her clothing. Her gentle, almost sacred movements resembled those of a saint offering sacrifice to an evil spirit.

Finally, under the boy's watchful gaze, the uniform was removed. Han Binghong wondered if she was still qualified to be a prosecutor; perhaps this would become an indelible shadow in her life.

"Hmm…very good…" the boy admired the living work of art before him. Suddenly, he sat up straight and said,
"Hold your clothes up high!"

Hearing this, Han Binghong felt a wave of dizziness. "Ah, what is this…why should I obey! No…I don't want to…" A strong sense of resistance suddenly surged within her.

"Hold up your prosecutor's uniform!!!" Before Han Binghong could react, the boy commanded sharply.
As if under a spell, she slowly raised a rounded arm, holding her prosecutor's uniform that she had just removed.
Making such an obscene gesture, Han Binghong felt as if countless eyes were watching her from below, unbearably humiliated. The intense shame made her dizzy, and the blush on her face spread to her snow-white neck.

"Alright! Now I'm hungry. Put on this apron and cook. We'll talk about the punishment later at dinner." The boy unexpectedly let Han Binghong go.

Han Binghong's face was flushed, and she forced herself to put on the apron in front of the boy, finally letting out a sigh of relief. She went into the kitchen and began to cook.

Wearing an apron naked and doing her usual housework, this perverse humiliation was unbearable for Han Binghong.
But the boy deliberately sat on a chair near the dining table, watching her cook naked in the apron. This made Han Binghong feel even more ashamed.

"Cook faster... don't be so slow," the boy deliberately urged Han Binghong, letting her know he was looking at her bare back.

Han Binghong felt incredibly shy. Doing her daily chores naked, with the boy seeing everything clearly, made her feel like a lowly slave forbidden to wear clothes—a unique kind of humiliation.

"What a great figure! Your full breasts are so big they're spilling out from the sides of your apron. So beautiful..." the boy loudly commented on Han Binghong's body. Feeling his gaze, Han Binghong felt incredibly ashamed; her back felt unnatural, as if insects were crawling on it.

However, this excitement of exposure made Han Binghong's body involuntarily heat up, and she felt as if something was about to leak from her lower body. Startled, she hurriedly closed her legs, afraid the boy would see.

"Ah? Why are you wiggling your butt? Are you excited watching me do housework naked in an apron?" the sharp-eyed boy mocked Han Binghong.

"No...no, I'm not..." Han Binghong secretly wiped away her tears. After much effort, she finally finished cooking the rice.

"Go get some beer from the fridge..."

"Yes..." Han Binghong went to the fridge, opened it, and bent down to get the beer from the bottom shelf.

"Hehehe... What a beautiful sight! Your butt is so round, so white and big, I can even see your vulva and anus... It's so beautiful..." The boy deliberately told Han Binghong loudly, trying to make her feel ashamed.

Han Binghong stiffened, not expecting the boy to deliberately ask her to get something so that she would be exposed.
Thinking that her lower body was completely exposed to the boy, Han Binghong felt hot all over. She quickly took out the beer, turned around, and although the apron in front didn't cover much, it was better than being naked from behind.

Han Binghong turned to the side, timidly placing the food on the table, trying her best to cover her alluring figure.
Seeing Han Binghong's awkward appearance, the boy knew she was already ashamed. The boy's devilish heart wanted to make this chaste mature woman feel even more humiliated.

"Come on, let me feed you. Sit on my lap."

"I..."

"Do you want to resist me?... "

" Han Binghong already knew she couldn't escape.

The boy pulled Han Binghong, making her spread her long, beautiful legs and straddle his lap, facing him. Han Binghong's lower body was completely exposed, covered only by her short apron, which offered little protection.

"Ah..." Han Binghong cried out in surprise.

Although it was through the boy's pants, Han Binghong could clearly feel that his lower body was erect, his hot penis pressing against her from below. She could feel the hardness and heat of his shaft.

"Damn, it's so big. Tell me, how many leaders have you slept with... huh?" The boy slapped the female judge's buttocks hard.

"No..." Han Binghong's face flushed red as if she had been subjected to the most inhuman humiliation, instinctively resisting.
"Open your mouth." The boy used a fork to pick up food and fed it to Han Binghong.

In the lewd atmosphere, Han Binghong and the boy finally finished all the food. The boy didn't drink any of the beer himself, but instead half-forced Han Binghong to drink it all.

Han Binghong, who rarely drank, naturally couldn't hold her liquor. She drank the entire bottle of beer, her face flushed, two rosy blushes highlighting her snow-white skin. Her drunken beauty was breathtaking.

Of course, while eating, the boy also fondled Han Binghong's figure. Her apron couldn't conceal her large, snow-white breasts. The boy fed her with one hand and caressed her breasts with the other, making Han Binghong feel extremely embarrassed.

Partly because she was humiliated by the boy, and partly because the sensation of his penis teasing her lower body, and the rubbing of her breasts, Han Binghong's body began to feel aroused. Her lower body became wet, and against her reason, a fluid that shouldn't have flowed leaked out.

"Alright, are you full? Now it's your turn. Let me have my fun too. Now climb onto the table!" The training game wasn't over; the boy was getting increasingly ruthless.

"What?...What are you going to do!" Han Binghong thought she'd misheard, both shocked and angry.

"Climb up!" the boy repeated, removing everything from the table.

Han Binghong gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening. "Since I'm here, I'll prepare for the worst. It's just once anyway, consider it a nightmare..." Her mind was a mess, completely devoid of the wisdom she displayed in court. She didn't know if what she was doing was right, but she steeled herself and climbed onto the boy's desk... "Okay, turn around, your ass facing me..."

"Ah, what are you doing..." The female prosecutor endured the humiliation, crawling like a dog, her mature, plump buttocks raised high towards the boy.

"Hehe... truly exquisite." The boy sighed as he stroked her.

"Hmm... plump enough, thick enough flesh..." He tightened his grip, his fingers digging into her snow-white flesh, causing Han Binghong to groan, but she endured it.

"Hmm, quite obedient. However, just to be safe, I still need to..." The boy suddenly tied Han Binghong's hands behind her back.

"Ah! What are you doing?" Han Binghong cried out in fright, suddenly bound by her hands and deprived of her freedom.
"What are you yelling about? I'm tying you up so you'll behave..." the boy scolded Han Binghong.

After binding Han Binghong's hands, a long red rope remained, so the boy pulled it down, binding Han Binghong's knees and table legs. Han Binghong's long, smooth legs were tied to the table legs on either side, preventing her feet from closing.

"Ooh...it hurts...please...be gentle..." Han Binghong pitifully turned to look at the boy, her pleading eyes, filled with pain, were utterly maddening on the face of the elegant woman in her uniform.

Because her hands were bound behind her

back with a red rope, and the boy had pulled the rope down to tie her legs, Han Binghong felt her shoulder blades being pulled, the pain unbearable. Her upper body naturally arched up, leaving the table to relieve the pain. However, this movement arched her back, making her large breasts stand proudly erect, trembling slightly, like jelly.

"Oh, your beautiful big breasts are beckoning to me again...do you really want to be tied up? Well, the rope is long enough, there's still a long stretch left, I'll satisfy your breasts too!" The boy noticed Han Binghong's chest tremble and teased her breasts.

"No...I, I didn't..." Han Binghong cried pitifully, but this only excited the boy, whose sadistic tendencies were fully revealed.

Ignoring her cries, the boy tightly bound the rope around her chest twice, forming a horizontal figure eight, constricting her breasts until they bulged, the nipples erect—a sight so sensual it was breathtaking.

"Ah...it's so hard..." Han Binghong frowned, closing her eyes and sighing softly. After binding her, the boy chuckled in her ear: "You should be excited, right? You're a masochist!

What are you pretending to be, a noblewoman?"

"Ah...no..." Han Binghong shook her head desperately, not daring to look at the boy's hands. What could her tightly bound body do besides shake her head?

Han Binghong didn't know if she had already fallen. Why, despite her rational hatred for this forbidden, forced incestuous relationship, was her body uncontrollably becoming aroused? The fluid constantly secreting from her lower body was the cruelest evidence; she was beginning to lose herself… The boy chuckled, extending his right index finger and lightly tracing a line on Han Binghong's snow-white sole.

Startled by the sudden attack, Han Binghong struggled, twisting her lower body to try and escape this disgusting assault. Seeing this, the boy swung his other hand and slapped the female prosecutor's plump buttocks hard, "Slap… slap…" The blows made Han Binghong cry out in pain, her head snapping back with each slap.

"Behave yourself, or you'll regret it…" the boy said, tracing another line on the sole of Han Binghong's other foot with his index finger. This time, Han Binghong was mentally prepared and forced herself not to struggle, but the stimulation from the soles of her feet was too intense. Her ankle still twitched slightly, and her ten slender toes curled desperately towards the soles of her feet, creating adorable wrinkles.

"Is this what a female prosecutor's bare feet are like?... I can't believe she's almost forty and still has such beautiful, fleshy feet. They're so cute..." The boy teased Han Binghong while gently scratching between her toes with his fingernails.

"Ah! No..." Han Binghong moaned softly. Her plump buttocks swayed gently.

"Heh! Quite sensitive... Has no one ever played with such beautiful bare feet before?" The boy grasped Han Binghong's pink soles with both hands, pulling her slender toes back to reveal the white muscles. His fingers began to rhythmically trace the lines on the soles of her feet.

"Mmm... no, no."

Han Binghong had always been the apple of her parents' eye, and no one had ever dared to tickle her since she was little. After their marriage, the couple treated each other with utmost respect. For over a decade, her kind and honest husband treated her with utmost courtesy, never touching her beyond the usual marital intimacy. Therefore, Han Binghong knew the medical principles of how tickling could be uncomfortable, but she was unaware of how fragile and sensitive her bare feet were. Today, for the first time, she was being tickled, and unable to move—it was almost unbearable. Under the boy's deliberate manipulation of her bare feet, Han Binghong emitted intermittent gasps, and speaking became extremely difficult.

"Really? Then I'm so lucky... I must have a good time with your slutty hooves!" The boy could feel Han Binghong's shame and struggle through the trembling, plump calves he held in his hands. His movements on her feet quickened, his fingers raining down on her fair soles... "Ugh... It hurts... No..." Han Binghong's hands were bound behind her back, and her legs were tied to the table legs. She felt an unbearable itch on her soles, but she couldn't move. She could only shake her head desperately, moaning softly while cursing, "You, you pervert! Oh..." Seeing Han Binghong so ashamed and indignant, her snow-white, sexy body trembling uncontrollably, cursing loudly, the boy couldn't help but laugh. He then tickled her soles even more vigorously.

"You, you let me go! Ah... pervert... sob sob..." Han Binghong felt her whole body trembling. An indescribable tingling sensation came from her feet being played with. She wanted to struggle, but because her hands and feet were tied, she couldn't exert any force. The immense shame and pain finally made the stubborn female judge unable to hold back her soft sobs.

"Why are you crying? From today onwards, these bare feet are my private property. Every day you will play this beautiful foot game with me like this..." The boy removed his fingers from Han Binghong's feet, but immediately replaced them with his more agile tongue, gently kissing them.

Ah! What?! Feeling the cool touch of the kiss on her soles, a more intense tingling sensation came over her. Han Binghong felt as if her whole body was crawling with tiny insects, but what made her even more desperate was the boy's words.

(Will I have to endure this terrible torture and humiliation every day from now on?) Han Binghong didn't have time to think anymore. Her ten toes began to be gently bitten and chewed by the boy in his mouth. She could only let out cries of lust.

In the bright afternoon, as the sun gradually set, a wicked ritual was underway in an elegantly furnished and tidy room.

A beautiful woman in a noble uniform was bound to a table in the dining room, while a boy behind her used her bare feet as a battlefield, engaging in vigorous activity. The room was filled with the woman's moans and the boy's heavy breathing, creating an obscene symphony that played continuously throughout the room… p. m 03:10 Two hours had passed since Han Binghong began to endure the boy's horrific barefoot training. A full two hours.

At this point, Han Binghong's hair was disheveled, as if she couldn't make a sound, and she tilted her head back. Her once fair feet had turned pink, and the slightly concave soles were covered in the boy's saliva and drool. The warm soles were damp and slightly sticky with sweat.

"Hehehe, how do you feel? It's only been ten times, you can't say you can't take it yet." The boy looked very satisfied, but his right hand was still exploring between Han Binghong's delicate toes.

"Ah... are you going to torture me more? I'm already too tired to take it anymore." "It's so painful..." Han Binghong said, shaking her head weakly.

"Hehehe! I never imagined you had such wonderful bare feet, it's really great." The boy grabbed Han Binghong's wrists, which were tied behind her back, pushed her upper body to the ground, pressed her bare feet against his cheek, and then stuck out his tongue to lick her long, delicate middle toe.

"Doesn't it make you happy to lick your little hoof like this? Hehe~~" The boy whispered lewd words, his tongue still wriggling between Han Binghong's toes, sucking on her five rosy and tender toe pads.

"Ah...can you spare me? Ah!"

Han Binghong sobbed at the boy's persistent targeting of her bare feet.

But Han Binghong no longer had the strength to resist, because she had already suffered ten terrible foot humiliations.
Her sensitive bare feet were played with again and again, and she could only let out sweet moans, her whole body trembling. She
had never been treated so cruelly before. Whether it was her parents when she was a child, her boyfriend in college, or her husband later, they had all treated her like a princess. Now, fallen into the hands of this little devil, she was subjected to unimaginable torture.

What woman in this world isn't ticklish on the soles of her feet?

The ever-proud Han Binghong finally couldn't bear this suffocating humiliation and lowered her proud head before the boy who was more than twenty years younger than her.

"Please, let me go... I... I can't take it anymore..." Her stunningly beautiful face, coupled with her naked and bound figure, was truly a beautiful sight to behold, a victim of torture. The sorrowful middle-aged beauty, bound and tortured by the young man, was all the more pitiful and moving. A woman with higher education, a mature mind, experienced in handling affairs, upright conduct, and noble character, a judge who once considered herself a sacred enforcer of the Republic, had actually fallen to the point of begging a boy to let her bare feet go. How much mental anguish had Han Binghong gone through!

"Let you go? Hmm, that's fine, but you'll have to exchange it for something else..." The boy untied the ropes, and Han Binghong struggled to climb down from the table.

"Do you know what to do..."

the boy said, pulling out his penis from his crotch.

Inherited from his father, his penis wasn't impressive; its length and size were still that of a child's. The foreskin covered the playful glans, and the pubic hair was sparse.

The penis stood proudly erect at a 45-degree angle, the youthful energy seemingly overflowing, the tip constantly secreting clear fluid.

Han Binghong blushed and immediately looked away.

"Prosecutor Han is eloquent in court, quoting classics and renowned for her silver tongue. Her verbal skills are truly masterful. This kind of oral skill, Prosecutor Han, must be quite adept at it too... haha..." "I..." Han Binghong felt insulted, her face filled with anger. "I... I wouldn't do such a thing..." "Wouldn't? Hmm, no wonder you're a socialite in the legal world..." The boy placed his index finger on the slightly concave sole of Han Binghong's foot.

"No... I... I know..." Han Binghong said pitifully.

She closed her eyes, enduring the nauseating smell, her heart filled with remorse towards her husband. Humiliated, she slowly opened her delicate mouth, held her breath, and cautiously took the boy's penis into her mouth, her lips trembling.

Her tongue tasted salt, and Han Binghong felt nauseous, wanting to spit out the swollen, purple thing. The boy tightened his grip, shouting, "Take it in..." and thrust forward.

"Ugh...ugh..." Han Binghong gagged, her delicate nose wrinkling and puffing out.

"...Hehe...it's been a long time since I washed, clean it up properly..." He said, thrusting his hips forward, pushing the penis in a little further.

"Ugh..." Han Binghong let out a muffled groan, her mouth stretched into a cute "O" shape.

"Heh...Tonghai's famous orator, we must treat him well!" The boy lewdly watched the female prosecutor perform oral sex, his hips thrusting back and forth.

"Huff..." The magnificent penis, hard and erect in her cherry-like mouth, glistened with the female prosecutor's saliva.

"How is it?... Tastes good, Prosecutor Han..." the boy said shamelessly as he violated the prosecutor's sacred mouth.

Her mouth was stuffed with the boy's filthy penis; the disgusting filth from its grooves fell into her mouth, mingling with her saliva as she swallowed it. This made the usually meticulous Han Binghong feel nauseous, waves of vomiting rising in her chest, her beautiful brows furrowing.

"Suck harder, don't be lazy with your tongue..." the boy thrust forcefully, his coarse pubic hair prickling Han Binghong's face.

"Ah..." Han Binghong's head was firmly held in place, with no room to dodge, she could only endure it stiffly, the lipstick on her lips gradually fading, staining the boy's penis red.

Han Binghong's head was spinning; she only felt the penis growing larger and larger in her mouth, her jaw feeling as if it were about to dislocate. She could only suck with all her might, clumsily licking the grime between the folds of flesh, her soft, wet tongue swirling around the glans, her mouth filled with the bitter, astringent taste of the boy's secretions, making the female prosecutor almost vomit... The beautiful woman in uniform, naked and wearing an apron, knelt before the boy, diligently performing oral sex. This extremely obscene scene was repeated again and again in the brightly lit room... "Ah...ah...I'm going to cum..." The boy's pent-up desire was released in large quantities on Han Binghong's beautiful face, thick white fluid slowly dripping down from the bridge of her nose.

"Swallow it all, don't leave a drop!"

His elegant face wore a pained expression, his eyes brimming with tears, yet he swallowed the foul-smelling semen as if enjoying a delicious meal, even licking the remaining juice from the corners of his mouth, like a prostitute who would sleep with anyone.

Watching Han Binghong's constantly rising and falling throat, the boy revealed a cruel yet satisfied smile... p. m 04:40 Sex Shop Han Binghong stopped in front of a small red shop.

Bodily fluids gradually seeped from her private parts, flowing down her inner thighs, past her knees, and into her high heels, leaving a winding trail of water, wet and cold.

The boy only let her wear stockings, leaving her naked except for a coat. Then he gave her a piece of paper, instructing her to go to the address on it to buy some things. Attached to the paper was a list.

The list was overflowing with sex toys: dildos, anal dildos, enemas, gags, black ropes, red ropes, nipple rings, dog collars, dog leashes, leather underwear, handcuffs, leg irons, speculum, anal air pumps, sadomasochistic headbands, nipple rings, whips, and so on. The leather underwear was daringly designed, with holes pierced in key areas, offering no coverage whatsoever, but rather maximizing exposure and enhancing sensuality.

The sex toys alone were listed in different sizes and styles, probably dozens of different kinds. There were different lengths, widths, and styles of dildos alone, not to mention anal sex toys.

Holding the list, Han Binghong blushed deeply. She had absolutely no idea how to buy all these things. How could a respectable woman buy such a large quantity and so many styles by herself?

Should she ask someone for help? And how could she explain to anyone why she suddenly wanted to buy so many of these things?
She was at a loss.

As she thought about how these things would all be used on her in the future, Han Binghong blushed even more, and felt a strange sensation in her lower body. She felt both panicked and ashamed, wondering what would happen if she continued.

But she couldn't not buy them, otherwise that little devil would probably use some tricks to torment her. However, the thought of personally buying sadomasochistic toys made Han Binghong feel utterly ashamed.

After hesitating for a long time, Han Binghong finally mustered the courage to push open the door and enter. As soon as she stepped inside, she bit her lip, her body trembling uncontrollably. The lighting inside was dim, and the small shop was filled with all sorts of utensils. A bald man with a lewd face stood in the corner.

"Hello. What kind of products do you need?... Hmm?" He noticed Han Binghong's obvious surprise, and his eyes began to roam over her mature, voluptuous body.

Han Binghong had no liking for this man from the first glance; his balding head, his fat face piled high with flesh, and his lewd gaze made her very uncomfortable.

She didn't answer, but simply handed the list in her hand to the shopkeeper.

"Ah? So many? You...you want them all?" The shopkeeper looked at the beautiful, mature woman in disbelief.
To be honest, this was the first time he'd ever seen a woman come to a sex shop alone, and this woman's beauty was tinged with a kind of heroic and dignified air; she didn't seem like the type of woman who liked that kind of thing at all… "Hmm…" Han Binghong nodded, her face completely flushed.

"Ah~~ Miss, do you want the male version or the female version?" "It's… it's for myself…" Han Binghong's voice was so soft that she could barely hear herself.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and he looked Han Binghong up and down for a while, then chuckled and took out several boxes, opening them one by one.
Inside the boxes were some strangely shaped rubber sticks, some covered in granules, some with raised patterns, in various colors, all looking so grotesque. These were the items that would be inserted into Han Binghong's body, ravaging her most tender flesh. Han Binghong looked at the corner of the counter, at the blurry figure on the aluminum frame… and heard the shopkeeper's voice in her ear, "Miss, pick one." Han Binghong suppressed her shame and randomly pointed to one.

The shopkeeper stared at Han Binghong's plump, pert buttocks beneath her coat, his mouth practically watering. "Miss, you have a good eye! This is the latest product, every single particle is genuine. And this speed control..." He frantically plugged it in, pressed a switch, and the rubber rod immediately began to spin.

"Five speed settings, the highest is like this..." The buzzing motor suddenly intensified, the rubber rod spinning wildly, its black body tracing mesmerizing arcs under the light. "It even comes with a remote! Miss, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!" Han Binghong turned her head away, unable to meet his gaze. A string of tears slid down her cheeks.

5:50 p.m. "The items on the list... I've bought... I've bought them all, and I've put them in your room." Han Binghong stood timidly before the boy, not daring to lift her head.

She carried the bag of items home, her heart pounding with fear, utterly ashamed. Thinking of this incident, Han Binghong's cheeks flushed crimson, as if she had applied rouge, making her indescribably beautiful.

"Did you buy everything? Good, I'll go upstairs and check if you forgot anything... Now you go cook, just like at noon." The boy didn't even look at Han Binghong, and got up to go upstairs.

(Just like at noon, that means cooking naked in an apron...) Han Binghong sighed softly. It seemed the boy was determined to humiliate her this way.

"Go on!" The boy passed by Han Binghong, waved his hand, and pretended to unconsciously slap her buttocks hard, taking the opportunity to pinch her firm flesh as he pulled back.

"Yes..."

Night gradually fell, and the city's neon lights began to flicker. After dinner, the boy's gaze towards Han Binghong gradually became burning. This was understandable; Han Binghong had been cleaning and cooking in front of the boy while naked in an apron. Her attire was undoubtedly too stimulating for a young man.

Han Binghong ate dinner absentmindedly, restless and uneasy. Because most of her skin was exposed, and the boy stared intently at her, occasionally flashing a strange smile that clearly showed his ill intentions, she couldn't eat. She worried that he might use some strange and cruel method to humiliate her. Fortunately, the meal passed without incident.

After dinner, Han Binghong cleaned up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Surprisingly, the boy didn't make any further demands and went straight to his room. This reassured Han Binghong considerably. She quickly took a shower, and while the boy was in the room, she took off the humiliating apron and changed into her school uniform skirt. Then...

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