The Demonic Painting: The Maiden's Calamity (Episodes 001-003)

Word count: 14383 (001) Tang Yan never imagined that he would become the culprit in a missing person case. The missing person was named Song Xinran, a fashionable and beautiful auctioneer, and the person Tang Yan had always wanted to pursue. Unfortunately, Tang Yan was too low-class. Faced with the overwhelming army of male gods, the ordinary Tang Yan could only be content to be a close male friend. They drank, chatted, and went shopping together many times, and Tang Yan was happy to do so. Not long ago, Tang Yan took out an oil painting from his ancestral home, which was about to be demolished. The oil painting depicted a Western castle in the distance. It was very old, probably because the oil had peeled off, resulting in large blank areas. Tang Yan liked the style of the oil painting, so he asked Song Xinran to help him appraise and restore it. However, two days later, the police came to his door with the news that Song Xinran had disappeared. At first, Tang Yan did not think that he had anything to do with Song Xinran's disappearance, until one night, when he was drunk, he had a dream. He stood at the foot of a hill, a desolate dirt road winding its way through the deep green forest, leading to a solitary fortress perched on a precipice. Tang Yan felt a deep-seated fear urging him not to go, not to go, but behind him lay only a vast emptiness. He could only grit his teeth and climb upwards, weaving through the shadows of the trees, lingering amidst the cries of owls and wolves, until finally he reached the fortress. A repulsive yet awe-inspiring aura washed over him. Tang Yan didn't know why he felt this way; he had never smelled anything like it before, yet it seemed etched into his genes, the most primal feeling of humanity's ancestors. An inexplicable force drove him through the rusty iron gate, across the path carpeted with withered leaves, and he stopped before the black wooden gate. Two life-sized stone statues stood before the gate: one, seemingly carved from white jade, depicting a weeping angel bound by thorns; the other, seemingly made of marble, depicting a wailing demon girl consumed by flames. Both sculptures depicted figures completely naked, their exquisite details and lifelike forms fully revealed. Suddenly, the black wooden door opened, and Tang Yan caught a whiff of a familiar fragrance in the darkness. Then, a fair and sensual body appeared before his eyes. Tang Yan swallowed hard; the maid-dressed woman before him was driving him mad: waist-length hair adorned with a crystal headband, and beneath a black lace choker, her full, teardrop-shaped breasts proudly displayed in the air. Due to their size, the heavy nipples trembled slightly under gravity, their pink tips resembling plum blossoms swaying in the snow. Her slender, lean body possessed a delicate waist that could be encircled with one hand, and a full, pert bottom—the stark contrast making one want to encircle her waist and slap those jade-like, peach-like buttocks. The heart-shaped apron around her waist was only the size of a palm, barely covering her private parts. But what truly took Tang Yan's breath away were her long, straight, jade-like legs. Crystal-white stockings slid down her thighs, following the graceful curves to her delicate feet. The exposed half of her snow-white skin contrasted sharply with the shimmering flesh of the crystal-white stockings, yet both alluring. Her black peep-toe heels tinged the jade-like skin with a faint pink. Her beautiful face was slightly lowered, her hands gripping the only piece of clothing on her apron. Her waist bent at a 90-degree angle, and she softly uttered, "Master, you've worked hard." "Xinran… what are you doing here?" Tang Yan, having confirmed the identity of the beauty before him, stammered, waving his hands repeatedly. Song Xinran rolled her eyes at him, and Tang Yan's heart skipped a beat. He was all too familiar with his goddess's signature move. Song Xinran straightened up, biting her lip, and said, "It's all thanks to that horrible painting of yours, Master." "What about that painting?" Tang Yan asked, bewildered. A voice suddenly rang out, sounding unlike a human. According to the voice, the painting was a sacrificial vessel of a deity, and believers could receive blessings by offering sacrifices. The so-called sacrifices were to indulge in debauchery with beautiful maidens to please the deity, while the blessings might be abilities or divine artifacts. Tang Yan gasped, suppressing the heat in his mind, and calmly analyzed the situation, saying, "Could you introduce this great being?" "My lord's name is Aisilufeldya, the maiden of eternal thorns and a crown of flowers, who reigns over lust, control and bondage, and darkness." "Is there a price to pay for divine blessings?" The voice chuckled, "My lord's greatness predates chaos; why should she require the repayment of ants? Only by standing between nothingness and existence can believers bring her down." "How to believe?" "Your first witch will teach you in detail later. I am the spirit of this sacrificial vessel. If the priestess cannot answer, then come and ask me." With that, the voice faded, leaving only the two of them in the hall. Tang Yan followed Song Xinran. On the soft, bright red carpet, the beauty's jade-like body was exceptionally alluring. Especially since Song Xinran's entire back was bare, her full, firm buttocks revealed a hint of pink as they writhed, and her long, silk-stockinged legs were equally seductive. Tang Yan suddenly became bold, his wolfish hands exploring her buttocks, gently rubbing them. His fingers glistened with soft flesh, which then kneaded vigorously, causing her entire buttocks to tremble like jelly. "Pervert!" A small hand slapped away the mischievous hand, and Tang Yan, his face slightly turned, already flushed with desire, lunged forward, embracing her waist and pulling her close. "Xinran, you're so beautiful! You know? I've always loved you." "Hmph, your little schemes don't think they can escape my discerning eyes!" Song Xinran struggled slightly but didn't break free, eventually falling silent. Tang Yan turned her pretty head and looked directly into her beautiful eyes: "I was willing to be a backup before, but what about now?" Song Xinran extended her slender jade finger and touched Tang Yan's lips: "My body belongs to you, but you'll have to take your time with my heart, okay?" "Okay, of course..." A glimmer of hope appeared in his long-cherished dream, and Tang Yan was a little speechless, constantly rubbing his chin against Song Xinran's smooth shoulder. In the wonderful touch of stubble against skin, Song Xinran began to recount her experience: On the first night Tang Yan delivered the painting, she was pulled into the painting, and then she was educated for a long time. Today, she was finally released to greet Tang Yan and become his first sacrificial maiden. Tang Yan had to constantly train and develop her body to please the gods and gain power. Of course, after Tang Yan increased his power to a certain extent, he could pull more sacrificial maidens to worship the gods. "Then can you go out?" Tang Yan asked. Song Xinran raised her beautiful eyes and said, "As long as the master agrees and provides energy, the sacrificial maiden can travel between the outside world and the sacrificial vessels." Tang Yan sensed Song Xinran's sadness and said decisively, "I won't restrict your freedom. As long as you want to go out, I've decided to agree." Song Xinran immediately smiled, like a forsythia blooming in spring: "No wonder you're my confidant, my judgment is really accurate." Tang Yan pinched her pink plum blossom hard with his hand that was above her chest: "Being someone's backup for too long can make you psychologically abnormal." Song Xinran pushed Tang Yan away with her jade hand, taking a step back, biting her red lips, her charming eyes blinking: "Then let your servant help you heal!" Song Xinran pulled Tang Yan's hand and led him to a long table to sit down, her graceful figure disappearing behind the door. After a while, Song Xinran brought a covered silver tray and placed it on the red table. Her slender jade hands lifted the lid, revealing a bundle of red hemp rope and a matching horsewhip. Tang Yan's heart raced as he watched the beauty sit sideways on the table, gracefully drawing her legs to kneel on it. She managed to conceal her private parts from him, making him desperately want to pry them open and see for himself. Then, Tang Yan's nose started bleeding profusely. The beauty, her hands behind her back, crawled to him on her knees, turned around, her large breasts spread across the table, her plump buttocks raised, and her hands, which had been covering her private parts, slowly lowered, finally clasping together on her lower back. The pink chrysanthemum patterns were delicately charming, and her bright red labia majora parted slightly, a glistening drop of dew glistening on the sparse pubic hair, seemingly ready to drip. With her pretty face turned slightly to the side, she said with a wronged expression, "Please, Master, bind me." Tang Yan, panting, picked up the red rope. The rope was very soft and smooth. Although Tang Yan had no experience with this, he had fantasized about it countless times. He used the end of the rope to run up her high-heeled jade feet, her beautiful legs, and her stockings, and whipped her buttocks twice, eliciting a scolding from the beauty: "You bad man, you've wanted to play with Xinran like this for a long time, haven't you?" Tang Yan's anger flared up. He grabbed the beauty's jade wrists and tied them tightly, then wrapped them around her neck and hung her up high. He then wrapped the rope around her breasts twice, deliberately tightening the base of her breasts. Then he tied the rope between her breasts, forming a figure eight. Next, he tied it around her slender waist and constricted her private parts. Tang Yan wanted to have the rope knots all inside her private parts, but his technique was really not good enough, and the knots were always in the wrong place. Tang Yan simply wrapped the rope around her private parts twice, tightly opening her labia and clamping her clitoris, before he began to deal with those peerless beautiful legs amidst the beauty's scolding. "No, you brat, I'm going to show you around the castle later, don't tie your legs." Tang Yan reluctantly loosened the red rope, his fingertips scraping a trace of blood on her beautiful thigh: "Tang Xinran, how dare you call your master 'little brat,' see if your master doesn't teach you a lesson." He pulled out his riding whip and lightly slapped the plump buttocks in front of him, the flesh rippling twice with each lash: "Ah...no, perverted master likes to spank."
Tang Yan threw down the riding whip and slapped her directly with his palm. He then pervertedly pressed his face against the beauty's plump buttocks, scratching with his beard and licking with his tongue, all the while hurling insults: "A naturally lewd ass, so cheap and sensitive. A few slaps and she'll be wet. I bet she'll have an orgasm in less than ten slaps." "No way..." Tang Yan saw the beauty's stubbornness and slapped her hard with one hand while pinching and playing with her clitoris with the other. In less than ten slaps, the beauty let out a high-pitched groan and collapsed onto the mahogany table. Her crimson lips kept oozing clear fluid, wetting the ropes between her thighs until they were a dark color. Tang Yan whispered into Song Xinran's pink ear, "You can even have an orgasm from a spanking, Goddess Song. You've been deceiving me for so long." Song Xinran struggled to lift her head, her black stockings disheveled, her entire body flushed red. "You little brat, I misjudged you. I thought you were a gentleman, but you're a beast in human clothing. I was truly blind."
At that moment, a line of text suddenly appeared in Tang Yan's mind: "First Witch's shame level reached the target, lust level reached the target, sacrifice successful, Thorn Girl is slightly satisfied, divine power +1." Tang Yan was secretly delighted, and his words became even more relentless, meticulously examining Song Xinran's most private parts, making her blush and her naked body resemble a boiled shrimp.
"Pervert! Pervert! Pervert... I don't want to hear anymore." Tang Yan stroked her beautiful legs in white stockings, teasing her flawless thighs with his fingernails: "It's better if you don't want to hear. Next time I'll record it with a video camera, measure every inch with a ruler, and post it online so all the netizens can comment with me."
"No, you big pervert." Song Xinran's beautiful eyes were glazed over, and she shuddered again, spurting out a large amount of fluid. Tang Yan gained another point of divine power and finally let Song Xinran go, lifting her tightly bound body off the table, sitting her in a chair, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then stroking her jade-like back. Xinran whimpered for a while before raising her head, kneeling on the ground, and pulling down the zipper with her lips, taking out Tang Yan's penis and stroking it up and down. Tang Yan wasn't a child, but whether it was psychological or not, he felt that the beauty's mouth and tongue were simply a paradise, soft and tight, with a fragrant tongue stirring, sometimes gently touching a cotton-like soft flesh deep in his throat, sometimes being sucked by full lips with gurgling sounds. He suddenly felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and all his semen sprayed onto the beauty's face, neck, and chest. "Ah~~ You're really wasting my time. All the energy I get comes from this semen. Quickly scrape it into my mouth." After saying that, she opened her mouth, looking pitiful. Tang Yan saw the beauty's pink and tender mucous membranes soaked in white semen, so lewd and depraved that his limp penis suddenly hardened again. He simply used it to scrape the semen into the beauty's mouth. Watching her swallow it and then carefully clean her own filth, a strange sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart. (002) Tang Yan woke up at 10 a.m. He hurriedly dressed, his mind still recalling yesterday's erotic dream. It was so real that he could not forget it. Soon, the phone rang. Tang Yan glanced at it and saw it was Song Xinran calling. He quickly answered, "Hey, Miss Song, didn't you disappear? What brings you here to call your little brother?" There was silence on the other end for a while. Tang Yan said "hello" a few times before a faint voice finally came through: "Last night, some pervert pinned a weak woman down on the windowsill and raped her, reciting a poem, 'The wax figure is exceptionally alluring, daring to challenge the heavens,' until the woman was utterly devastated, her life ending in utter misery. And today, he turns around and calls himself 'little brother.' Truly, you can know a person's face but not their heart; a beast in human skin." Tang Yan's spirits lifted: "Last night, a harlot entered my dream. It was only because I, a gentleman of this life, possessed the power to fill the heavens and suppress the four seas, that I was able to wield the Crimson Unparalleled Righteous Qi Rope..." "I used the Silver Jade Chastity Whip to bind and bring that vixen back to justice. It was exhausting, draining my life force, so I'm feeling a bit disoriented today. Please forgive me, Miss." "Hmph, you're getting away with this. Take that grotesque painting back with you." Tang Yan felt a swelling in his lower body: "To your house?" "I've been missing for a few days, and I have a lot of work to do. Pick me up at the company tonight." "I suddenly remembered I have a date tonight." "You bastard..." Before Song Xinran could launch her venomous attack, Tang Yan continued, "However, I've been longing to see the goddess in her black stockings for a long time. Would the fairy be so kind as to bestow this treasure upon me today?" "You perverted little Yan, come or not, it's up to you. I'm not wearing any stockings tonight. Humph!" *Snap*, the other end of the line hung up. Tang Yan put down the phone, his heart still racing. Following what he had learned last night, he summoned the divine name. A small, bright red "12" appeared in the lower left corner of his vision. In the center of his vision was a row of semi-transparent symbols: Divine Arts, Divine Artifacts, and Divine Creations. The divine spell illustrations displayed various divine spells, but each spell required divine energy, which Tang Yan found uneconomical. He then checked the artifact options. Exchanging items under artifacts was extremely expensive, and all had cooldown periods or usage limits. Tang Yan frowned and then clicked on the divine creation option. Divine graces in this option were divided into two categories: one was item creation skills, which couldn't be learned immediately and required time; the other was body modification, a one-time expenditure of divine energy to modify the body, with almost permanent effects. Although multiple modifications and conflicting modifications were not possible, and each modification had its advantages and disadvantages, Tang Yan still selected three divine graces. One was the spacetime worm tentacles Tang Yan had prepared for himself: cost 10, quantity 1, description: implants spacetime worm tentacles in the waist. The tentacles are composed of void dark matter, are invisible, can extend vectors, and can traverse the void. Disadvantages: When the recipient is not a Void race, the recipient will gradually be bio-integrated into the Void, eventually losing consciousness. Divine Gene: Consumes 5, Quantity 1, Description: A seemingly impressive name, yet extracted from low-level single-celled organisms. Its characteristics are absolute stability, immunity to any genetic-level corrosion, and powerful self-healing abilities. Disadvantages: After implantation, no further genetic modifications are possible, and it will cause uncertain rejection of organ implants. Dragon-Phoenix Yin-Yang Source: Consumes 10, Quantity 1, Description: The recipient's breasts will produce Dragon-Phoenix Jade Milk. The left breast produces Dragon Yang Jade Milk, which males can drink daily in a certain amount, producing health and aphrodisiac effects; females can also drink it, but it will cause temporary clitoral erection and enlargement. The right breast produces Phoenix Yin Jade Liquid, with effects of nourishing Yin, beautifying the skin, and promoting health. This milk can only be consumed by females; it has no effect on males. Disadvantages: Breast engorgement, making the body, especially the buttocks and breasts, abnormally sensitive. Looking at the descriptions of the three options, Tang Yan decided to choose the Dragon and Phoenix Elixir for Song Xinran's transformation first. Firstly, the transformation would benefit both of them with minimal side effects. Secondly, imagining a certain witch begging with her breasts sprayed on her, Tang Yan couldn't wait any longer and simply took a taxi to Song Xinran's company. Today was Saturday, but it was the busiest and most intense time for the auction house. Tonight would be a grand, multi-faceted auction with a large number of guests, showcasing Tang Bohu's "Jade Beauty of Yuxi," Yan Zhenqing's "True Calligraphy," and a piece of private land rumored to be slated for commercial development. But Song Xinran, the auctioneer who should have been the most nervous and ultimately bore the ultimate responsibility, remained charming and graceful, moving among the dignitaries who had arrived early for the party. She frequently quipped and joked, creating a lively yet harmonious atmosphere in each circle. Dong Guoqiang, the owner of Dongsheng Auction House, stood at the edge of the hall with his son, Dong Jun. He could feel his son's burning gaze and said, "If you can marry that woman, I'd be perfectly comfortable handing Dongsheng over to you right now." Dong Jun scoffed, "Dad, give me some power, and Xinran will be a piece of cake." "Ha, don't think that sleeping with her makes anything of it. I've slept with more women than you've ever seen. This woman is a strong woman educated in the West, not one of those whiny, traditional wives."
"Oh, I'm an MBA from Harvard too!" Dong Jun muttered, his eyes still lecherously fixed on the distant figure. Dong Guohua couldn't stand the sight of her: "Stop bragging about sleeping with her. To be honest, plenty of people have slept with her, even the son of the municipal party secretary got dumped by her. Your little tricks only make you look pathetic, and people will look down on you even more." "Alright, alright, I know." Dong Jun grabbed a glass of wine that was offered to him and walked towards the center of the room, saying, "Young Master Yi from Yinfeng Group is here. I'll go greet him." Dong Guohua could see his son's impatience, but he still had a thousand words he wanted to say to his son's brain. Only when his son was a few meters away did he have to stop talking, grit his teeth, and walk towards Song Xinran. Today, Song Xinran wore a dark red cheongsam with a high slit that reached halfway up her waist. Her long, straight legs were encased in ultra-thin, sheer stockings, which stood on white stilettos. The stockings were so thin they were almost invisible, with only a delicate circle of milky-white lace around the hem. Further up, her shapely buttocks arched the hem of the dress, highlighting an alluring heart shape. The glimpse of her cleavage through the slit made even the nearly sixty-year-old Dong Guoqiang somewhat tempted to lift it. "Xinran, are you completely recovered? Don't push yourself; you're Dongsheng's most valuable asset."
"Don't worry, boss, I'm completely recovered. I'm confident I can break recent records at tonight's auction."
Song Xinran's dignified smile, sexy figure, and refined manners always left a pleasant impression.
"Xinran, how could I not trust your abilities? What I'm worried about is my son. Look, he's been back from Harvard for three years, and he's still a complete failure." "Ah? You mean your son, Dong Jun? In my eyes, Dong Jun is a talented, handsome, and eligible bachelor! I know Miss Wang from Yuguang who wants to get to know your son... Boss, you probably didn't have your son's talent when you were his age!" Dong Guohua narrowed his eyes, his thoughts shifting slightly. "Xinran, I'm getting old, and perhaps my judgment isn't what it used to be. I'm thinking of investing in a big project recently, and after hearing what you said, I'm thinking of entrusting it to Dong Jun to try." Dong Guohua paused, hunched his back, and sighed softly, his face grave. "Perhaps fathers are just too worried about their children, thinking they're no good at this or that." He looked up, and Song Xinran stopped smiling, looking at him sincerely, her dark eyes a little moist, showing her concern. Dong Guohua hesitated for a moment, then said, "I trust you the most, Xinran. Could you please help Dong Jun with that new project, for the sake of an old man?" Song Xinran gave him a quick glance, "Uncle Dong, you know I was seriously ill for several days. Although I've recovered, it was a brush with death, and my perspective has changed. I don't want to be too tired right now, so I'm really sorry." Dong
Guohua looked at Song Xinran's pitiful expression, sighed, comforted her, and went to greet the other guests. "What are you talking about so deeply?" A sarcastic voice came from behind Song Xinran. She was startled and turned around to see Tang Yan, whose face was practically puffed up like a bun. 'He looks angry.' Song Xinran thought to herself, "This is absolutely exhilarating!" She deliberately drew out the last syllable of her voice, laughing heartily, "Isn't this the Tang Master who recently fought the White Bone Demon three times and single-handedly stormed the Ximen Mansion? What's wrong with Pan Jinlian at home, and which Erlang has she hooked up with this time, making you so angry?" "Sigh, it's all because of that Crimson Demon-Binding Rope bestowed by Guanyin Bodhisattva. Even though it was bound so tightly, it still managed to escape and seduce men everywhere." The man sneakily leaned close to her ear and breathed a warm breath, the warmth of his body seeping into her body, making her feel tingly all over. Then the man continued, "This Taoist priest has endured 3,681 tribulations today, and finally paid homage to the all-knowing and all-powerful Thorn Immortal. He bestowed upon me a divine artifact to slay demons and subdue monsters. That demon tonight is in for a rough time!" Song Xinran raised her eyes, her breasts trembling slightly, and smiled arrogantly at the man who was staring intently. "Tonight, your white stockings will be the most stunning sight in the room. Even the Three Pure Ones and Sun Wukong will have to obediently sit aside drooling." With that, she gracefully turned and went up to the auction stage. Tang Yan watched the slender and sexy Song Xinran perform on the auction stage, and the image of his goddess shone even brighter in his heart. The feelings that had accumulated over the years were like fine wine, becoming increasingly intoxicating. He secretly made a resolution: First, he must become a man worthy of Song Xinran; second, he must not restrict her career. She was not a canary that could sing happily in a cage; she needed a vast stage, and he would shoulder that stage for her. Tang Yan thought for a moment. The auction items had changed several times, and the audience applauded frequently, creating a heated atmosphere. Now, the item up for auction was a diamond necklace, with Song Xinran personally modeling it. She had changed into a black low-cut dress, a black diamond playfully dangling from her deep cleavage. The milky white of her skin and the black brilliance of the diamond complemented each other, creating the most alluring picture of the evening. Countless men bid excitedly, wave after wave of excitement pushing the necklace to three million. "Ten million! Only a ten million necklace is worthy of Miss Song Xinran!" Tang Yan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in a white suit standing before the auction stage. The man was tall, with neat, elegant stubble and a handsome face, exuding an air of innate nobility. Tang Yan overheard whispers around him—about the son of the municipal party secretary, the general manager of XX Group, and so on. He selectively ignored these, except for the information about Song Xinran's rumored ex-boyfriend, which made him extremely uncomfortable. "Xinran, I want to give you this ritual." The man took a microphone and gazed tenderly at Song Xinran. Tang Yan's anger flared instantly. He resolved to immediately use his divine power to exchange for the Chrysanthemum Curse from that divine art, letting that damned rich kid experience that kind of great love. Then, he would prepare whips, candles, a triangular wooden horse, an iron maiden, and other things that sounded like overflowing love for a certain witch. Song Xinran seemed overjoyed, grabbing a microphone: "Xinran was seriously ill a while ago, almost dying, but thankfully I've recovered today. Young Master Chengrong even gifted me a priceless, exquisite necklace." She pursed her lips, her eyes glistening with tears: "But I regretfully cannot accept this gift. The reason is that I want another gift from you, Young Master." She finished, looking playfully at the young master with a breathtaking smile. Tang Yan believed that the young master would now be completely obedient, but the fact that he dared to show such a beautiful smile to another man ignited a burning desire within him; his hand on the wooden whip was already itching with desire. Song Xinran took the microphone away, lowered her head, and said a few words to the young master. The young master left excitedly. After this disturbance, the enthusiastic bidding atmosphere was diluted by all sorts of gossip. It was not until a few final items were presented that the excitement returned. In the end, the entire auction came to a close with record-breaking honors. (003) After the hustle and bustle subsided, Song Xinran quietly slipped out through the back door. The urban area of Shen City has long been developed to the point that the ever-increasing demand for land has led builders to start looking at remote farmland and towns. In addition, with the rapid popularization of highways, light rail, and subways, the location of residential and commercial areas has extended to places two or three hundred kilometers away from the city center. Around the highways, cafes, bars, and bookstores have found new living spaces in the sparsely populated suburbs. White-collar workers who work in the city can drive for an hour or take the subway or light rail for half an hour after get off work to a suburban cafe to order a cup of coffee, have dinner, and then walk back to their villa-style homes. This has become fashionable and trendy in Shen City. The exhibition hall where the auction was held also moved to the suburbs following this trend. Song Xinran, wearing high heels, gracefully walked to the parking lot, but couldn't find Tang Yan anywhere. She didn't have the habit of waiting for men, so she drove away. It was already past nine o'clock at night, and the roads were sparsely populated. It only took half an hour to get from the waterfront area where the exhibition hall was located to her apartment in Green Hill Garden. Thinking of the warm water at home, and her favorite cappuccino and hand-ground Blue Mountain coffee near her apartment complex, Song Xinran unconsciously stepped on the gas again. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in front of the headlights. Song Xinran instinctively slammed on the brakes, but the car still jolted. She quickly released the handbrake and got out to check. There was nothing in front of the headlights, nothing under the wheels. Song Xinran breathed a sigh of relief and climbed back into the driver's seat. Just as she was about to close the car door, a pair of large hands moved faster, blocking it and pressing down on Song Xinran. She looked up and saw a man in a black hoodie and a Peking Opera mask holding a knife to her neck. She wanted to scream, but the sharp pain in her neck silenced her. A deep voice said, "Don't move. I only want your body." Song Xinran's mind went blank, and she didn't know what she said. The thug pinned her down, grabbing her wrists and twisting them behind her back. She struggled desperately, grabbing a decorative plant from the dashboard and hitting the thug. The thug roared, threw down the knife, grabbed her slender wrists with both hands, twisted them behind her back, pressed his knee against her back, grabbed her wrists with one hand, and pulled out handcuffs with the other, mercilessly cuffing her hands together. "No, please, how much money do you want? Take it and go, I won't call the police." Despite losing control of her hands, Song Xinran calmed down and choked out. "Waaah..." Before Song Xinran could say another word, a gag was shoved into her mouth without warning. She felt a chill in her heart, already convinced that the attack was premeditated, but why was she the target?
Was it just bad luck, or was it specifically targeting her? Song Xinran immediately denied the former, but the tearing sound and pain behind her pierced her heart in an instant. The cold, sharp touch pressed against her skin, hissing a few times, and her skin was exposed to the air. Shame and grief could only turn into whimpering sounds. Song Xinran felt the pressure on her body ease, and she immediately struggled to sit up, kicking her legs at the bandit. The bandit's rough hands encircled her slender, smooth legs in his arms, and then handcuffed her ankles. Song Xinran felt like she had fallen into an abyss. Her beautiful flesh was being kneaded at will, and her large breasts were being stripped from her clothes. She was extremely ashamed and desperately tried to cover her chest with her legs, but the despicable bandit took the opportunity to tear off her tattered dress and underwear in a few quick movements, leaving her beautiful flesh naked and exposed to the bandit's burning gaze. "What a lewd woman." Song Xinran was forced to watch the bandit pull his fingers out of her vagina. The fingers, glistening with sticky fluid, coated her skin and were then smeared on her face, their faint, fishy scent giving her a strange, morbid pleasure. But soon, the despicable bandit pushed her to the limit of shame once more. Her sensitive body amplified every movement of his fingers tenfold: his fingers moved past her collarbone, kneaded her breasts, slid down to her lower abdomen, played with her navel, and then parted her labia to pinch her clitoris. A surge of intense pleasure crashed over her, and her body began to convulse involuntarily. But the bandit had no intention of letting her go. Amidst her moans of protest, his fingers touched her anus. She jerked awake—not there! She tried to break free from the bandit's embrace, but the next moment she collapsed into the devil's arms. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks, leaving her face icy cold. All her strength surged forth from her vagina, the knuckles of the hand inserted into her anus burning like a hot iron. Every subtle movement was magnified countless times in her mind, causing her sensitive body to convulse. Song Xinran knew nothing but shame and pleasure; she desperately tried to press that hateful hand down with her plump buttocks, preventing it from moving. After the bandit placed her in the passenger seat, she didn't resist, focusing solely on tightening her anus to try and expel the stabilizing finger pressing against her ribs. The bandit, however, tried to force his way in, causing her tearful face to contort with anger. Little did she know that all of this only fueled the perpetrators' ferocity. One of the thugs pulled out another pair of handcuffs from his pocket, linking her wrists and ankles together, forcing her to kneel in the driver's seat. The smooth, textured leather against her skin sent shivers down her spine; she knew she had completely lost control of her body. The thug finally released her, pulling his fingers out and gently removing her left high heel. He began to fondle her delicate sole, and even through the thin stockings, the ticklish sensation made her sadly want to laugh. Soon, tears welled up again. After playing with her feet, the thug chuckled and then penetrated her anus. She had given up all resistance. She saw the thug remove his mask with his other hand, and suddenly, overwhelming anger and shame mingled on her face, transforming into a sobbing sound. "Tang Yan, you bastard..." Seeing Song Xinran unleash a barrage of insults on his entire family as soon as she took off her pliers, Tang Yan felt a little guilty, but he refused to show weakness. So he inserted his right index finger into Song Xinran's anus and dug and prodded it vigorously. Unexpectedly, it was very effective. After pressing the button, the sharp queen turned into a flushed, panting, submissive wife. Having grasped the queen's weakness, Tang Yan was filled with intense malice. He stepped on the gas, gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and started the queen's beloved Maserati. "You bastard Tang Yan, what are you going to do?" Song Xinran pressed her plump buttocks down hard on the hand that was causing trouble in her anus. Unexpectedly, with this force, his fingers went in a little deeper. Tang Yan stared at Song Xinran, who had her legs slightly parted, her full, rounded thighs and slender, straight calves intertwined, her two jade feet half-pressed under her plump buttocks, revealing the shy, pink folds of her soles and her delicate, pearly toes. Her upper body was half-lying on the backrest, her figure flawless, her jade ribs slightly exposed, her beautiful flesh squeezing out three soft mounds of jade waves at her waist, her breasts swaying up and down with her breathing. Her face was half-turned, her jade teeth lightly biting her red lips, her delicate face still wet with tears, her nose slightly wrinkled, her eyes filled with resentment, she looked like a little wildcat who was bullied and wanted to fight back. Tang Yan drove and tried desperately to pull his eyes away, but unfortunately, the beauty was too charming, not to mention that she was a naked, peerless beauty. "Watch out for the car, are you trying to kill me?!" A sharp rebuke pulled Tang Yan back to reality. He frantically swerved the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding an oncoming car, cold sweat pouring down his face. "Bang!" A loud crash came from behind, followed by a screeching of brakes. Tang Yan glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that the car had inexplicably crashed through the guardrail and stopped on the side of the road. But he immediately understood and grinned at the naked beauty beside him. Song Xinran clearly knew that her exposed body had caused a traffic accident. She glared at him angrily, her face flushed red: "Pervert, let me go! Otherwise, I'll really get angry." Tang Yan remained unmoved. A moment later, he heard her sweet, dripping voice: "Please forgive me, Master! You're so generous, how can you hold a grudge against me?" Tang Yan felt as if his lower body was about to explode, unable to muster any pity. "Bastard, let me go! I know I was wrong~" His girlfriend's coquettish tone sent another flutter through Tang Yan's heart. Under the starry sky, the car whistled through the wind, a beautiful woman's snow-white skin was in his hand, her soft words were whispered in his ear, and he could smell her sweet, melodious breath. Outside the window, everything was rushing by, and an indescribable sense of pride filled his heart. But then he thought, what kind of pride is there in bullying a weak woman? He couldn't help but laugh and turn to look at the beauty beside him. She was once on the moon, while he could only be on the water's edge, trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water, full of wishful thinking. Now, bullying her, who was high and mighty, was truly one of life's greatest pleasures. "Hey Xinran, how about we go to that Green Field Cafe?" Song Xinran pouted and turned her head away without saying a word. "That's where we first met," Tang Yan could only explain to himself, and continued with some emotion, "That day I saw you drinking at the cafe, and you even got drunk and threw up all over me. I really don't know if I was lucky or unlucky." "Hmph, I thought some people were gentlemen, but who knew they were beasts in human clothing." "I didn't do anything when I took you home that day." Song Xinran gritted her teeth in the rearview mirror: "I was tricked by your long-term strategy of catching big fish. Now I've fallen into a trap and can only shed tears behind bars." After saying that, she was on the verge of tears, but Tang Yan had long understood her personality and remained unmoved. "I want to talk about our relationship tonight." "I'd rather die than sign a slave contract." Tang Yan laughed, then hesitated for a while. "Let's make a three-point agreement!" He stopped the car, calmed down for a moment, and then looked at Song Xinran, saying, "First, Song Xinran enjoys complete freedom and has the right to say no to any of Tang Yan's demands." Song Xinran was taken aback, her mouth opening but no words coming out. Tang Yan continued, "Second, Song Xinran's career is independent and autonomous, and there can be no forced interference. Third, Tang Yan must become a man worthy of Song Xinran and able to protect her." Song Xinran stared at him blankly, and after a long while, she finally uttered, "Are you sure it's these three points?" Tang Yan nodded and continued, "We'll use a code word between us, 'Donald Duck.' Once you say those three words, it means the firmest and clearest refusal. No matter what, I must stop. Is that alright?"
"Actually, as your first witch, I can't resist whatever you want to do," Song Xinran suddenly said lightly. Tang Yan smiled sneered, "I like the independent, free, strong, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and ruthless Song Xinran, but also very considerate and loyal." "Then take that thieving hand away first." "It won't work without the code." "You're such a pervert." "I really can't handle you if I'm not a pervert." After saying that, Tang Yan's hands flew together, playing with the helpless beauty Song Xinran until her eyes rolled back, but Tang Yan had to test her limits, forcing her to say the code and beg for mercy. He turned her around and pressed her into the seat, her plump buttocks facing the windshield, and even forced her to spread her buttocks herself. He then picked up the torn clothes and threw them out of the car. "You little bastard, that little dress of mine cost five thousand US dollars... Ah!" Tang Yan's middle finger suddenly inserted into her tender and sensitive anus, while his thumb took care of her peach blossom, making the juices flow freely. Tang Yan parked his car behind Green Field Cafe. All the small shops in the neighborhood next door were closed, but this 24-hour cafe was still open. There are several upscale villa communities around Green Field Cafe. The environment is elegant and the decoration is mainly simple brown. The first floor is for takeout, and the second floor is made of large transparent glass. From the booths, you can enjoy the natural scenery such as gardens, woods, and flowing water. Tang Yan got out of the car, went around to the passenger side, opened the door, and unlocked Song Xinran's handcuffs. Song Xinran naturally placed her handcuffed hands in front of him, but Tang Yan ignored her, playing with her delicate, silk-stockinged feet for a while before putting on her high heels and then carrying her out of the car. Song Xinran squatted down shyly, glaring angrily at Tang Yan. Tang Yan put his hooded jacket on her, grabbed her handcuffs, and pushed her into the coffee shop. There was only a young girl on night duty at the counter. Tang Yan walked over, took out an ID from his pocket, and handed it to the girl: "Hello, beautiful lady, I'm a police officer from xxx." The girl took the ID, looked at it, and asked Tang Yan why he was there, puzzled. Tang Yan said crisply, "I just arrested a prostitute near Lido Garden. She's a white-collar worker, but she couldn't control her exhibitionist tendencies and secretly engaged in prostitution. Based on the principle of rehabilitation rather than punishment, I wanted to give her a talk and some education. If I took her back to the police station, she definitely wouldn't be able to face anyone in the future, so I chose this place. Don't be surprised when you see her later." Tang Yan pointed to Song Xinran. Song Xinran was wearing a black hooded jacket, her long, black, waist-length hair hidden inside the hood, vaguely revealing her elegant and extraordinary appearance. The jacket was just a top, barely covering her upper thighs, her firm, large breasts tightly outlined, and her beautiful, slender legs were pressed together, completely exposed to the air. Her hands were behind her back, her sleeves hanging loosely. From the prominent nipples, the barely visible shadows of her hem, and the mostly exposed buttocks, it was easy to tell that she was naked underneath. Combined with the combination of crystal white stockings and black peep-toe stilettos, an air of vulgarity and promiscuity emanated from her. The young girl clearly believed her, giving Song Xinran a disdainful glance before agreeing to Tang Yan's request. Tang Yan then ordered some desserts and two cups of coffee, deliberately pulling Song Xinran's handcuffs upstairs. Tang Yan intentionally let Song Xinran walk ahead, gracefully ascending the stairs. Although she gripped her hem tightly with her small hands, her exposed skin inevitably fell into Tang Yan's view. Perhaps sensing the intense gaze, she half-turned her head in embarrassment and glared a few times. Tang Yan stared blankly for a while, and only after the beautiful figure disappeared into the corridor did he come to his senses. Block B, Unit 11, was located at the west entrance of the lobby, directly facing the highway. The view was rather ordinary, but Tang Yan loved sitting there the most. "Sigh, with my charm, I could casually vomit on someone and still make that stinky man lose his appetite and think about me day and night, treating this lousy seat like a treasure." Song Xinran stood gracefully, her breasts proudly swaying, "I never thought I'd be caught like this, a backup option who didn't even get a number. Alas, life is like a play, a cup of wine poured to the moon on the river." "Miss, can't you watch your mouth?" Tang Yan's forehead bulged, and while pulling out a chair for Song Xinran, he said, "What do you mean by 'backup option'? It sounds awful. I didn't even get a number. Shouldn't I just be a good friend?"
"When men and women make friends, it's either because they want to sleep with each other or because they want to get married," Song Xinran sat down and snorted dismissively, "It's just that the intensity of their desires differs." "Alright, proud captive queen," Tang Yan sat down opposite her, resting his chin on his fists and looking at Song Xinran with a mocking expression, "But it seems that stubborn captives, even queens, never have a good ending."
"That damned painting!" "Praise be to my lord!" Bo Chen's charm was truly captivating, and Tang Yan found it somewhat addictive. While thinking this, he asked, "By the way, could you tell me where you went during the days you were missing? I want to know more about the painting's purpose." "Why do I need to know so much? It's just about a chaste and virtuous woman succumbing to bandits and powerful men."
Song Xinran shuddered, her brows furrowed. "Damn it, I thought I could earn a small commission, but I ended up losing my body too. I'm more wronged than Dou E!" "Since it's come to this, why don't you just give in?" "I am the eldest daughter of the prestigious Song family of Jinling, with three generations of powerful ancestors and a net worth of over a hundred million. I will not give in." Song Xinran arrogantly turned her head away. "Didn't you say last time that your family had been poor farmers for three generations, and you built your fortune from scratch, so you only care about talent, not wealth?" Tang Yan was speechless, and slammed his hand on the table: "Song Xinran, are you telling the truth or not?" "Bang bang..." Tang Yan turned his head and saw the waitress looking at him in horror, apologizing profusely, coffee spilled all over the floor. He knew he had frightened the young woman, and quickly said it was okay. After she left, looking at Song Xinran's smug, detached expression, he couldn't help but feel a little angry: "You damned vixen, if you were thrown into Journey to the West, you'd be beaten to death several times over." Song Xinran chuckled, completely unconcerned. The young girl brought up the coffee and snacks again. After she went downstairs, Tang Yan simply pulled off Song Xinran's hoodie. Song Xinran had never been naked in public before. She was about to scream when Tang Yan covered her mouth: "Disobeying your master's wishes and hanging up on him is punishment. You always lie, so you deserve to be punished." He released Song Xinran's mouth and grabbed one of her large breasts, kneading it: "Don't scream. If the girl calls the police, I won't be the one who suffers." To cover herself, Song Xinran didn't care about anything else and buried her head in Tang Yan's arms. Bastard! Song Xinran was a little annoyed. Being exposed naked in public like this was unacceptable in her sexual beliefs. It felt like there were scorching rays all around, burning her skin. The intense unease made all her senses more acute. The roar of cars passing by on the highway made her tremble slightly, but the man's heartbeat made her feel safe. Almost instinctively, she made her breathing match his. But the man clearly had no intention of letting her go so easily. His rough hands rubbed against her smooth, snowy skin, one hand teasing her breasts in turn, the other sliding down to her buttocks and scraping them a few times with his fingertips. After hesitating for a moment, he began to focus on her soft, plump buttocks, squeezing and kneading them from time to time. Even the boiling of her blood seemed to trigger a physical pleasure, and the light shining on her skin felt like a caress. Involuntarily, she let out soft sobs, wanting only to melt into the man's embrace. "Xinran, be good, eat it yourself." She vaguely followed the man's instructions and ate a piece. A tingling, electric shock-like sensation made her open her mouth to spit it out, but the man, undeterred, shoved another piece in. Song Xinran could only suckle softly, her mind spinning, unable to think clearly. Her scattered eyes saw a scene in the glass that filled her with extreme shame: cherry-like lips sucking on her own large nipples, her soft breasts being shamefully stretched—a depravity she had never imagined. "No!" Song Xinran thought, but her body instinctively yielded to the man. The man spread her stockinged legs, making her sit on his lap, his zipper already unzipped, his hot penis rubbing against her buttocks. She could feel how fascinated the man was by her beautiful legs, from her thighs, the backs of her legs, her knees, her calves, her ankles, her silk-clad feet, her pink vulva. His large hands seemed to caress her most precious treasure, touching her again and again, every inch of her skin melting under the warmth of his hands. Song Xinran snorted. She felt the man had invaded her most private paradise. Forgetting all shame, she bit her nipple, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, under the man's guidance… She didn't know how much time had passed, or what had happened. Her last memory was a violent electric shock that made her whole body spasm, and then she lost consciousness. When she opened her eyes again, she was in a car. She found herself still handcuffed behind her back, her body still naked, with only a thin garment draped over her. "Pervert, haven't you had enough?" Song Xinran felt her eyes were burning with desire. "Ah, Xinran's awake. How is it? Any special feelings?" the man replied, seemingly ignoring her question. Song Xinran felt her sharp tongue was burning with pent-up desire, but suddenly a peculiar sensation came from her breasts—a tingling, numbing feeling, as if countless ants were gnawing at them. She asked in alarm, "What's happening? My breasts are so itchy."
"The side effects of the body modification," the man explained the modifications, then added, "You'll be itchy for three days, and your butt will be itchy too, but you can't scratch it during these days." "Bastard, who told you to modify someone else's body without their consent?" She gritted her teeth, glaring at the man. The man looked innocent: "I clearly asked you just now. I wouldn't dare to do it without your permission." Song Xinran tried hard to recall, and in the dazed state of her orgasm, she seemed to have indeed agreed to something. Bastard! Despicable bastard! What secret code? It seemed the man never intended for her to use it properly. This confidant, now subservient to her in stockings and high heels, was becoming more and more like her, but tragically, she was now the victim. Song Xinran turned her face away angrily, not wanting to pay attention to the man beside her: "I want to go home." "The first few days might be a little tough. I'm worried about your health, so let me come to your house and take care of you for a few days!"
Song Xinran wanted to object, but the intense itching sensation in her breasts made her consider her situation: "Don't touch me without my permission." "I agree, I swear in the name of my lord." "Don't let anyone else know." "I agree." "You have to leave when I tell you to." "I agree." ... "I agree..." Song Xinran didn't expect that at this moment, the man's mind was filled with the image of her breast milk splattering everywhere, and he couldn't hear what she was saying at all. (To be continued) Yi Ye Huai Qiu Gold Coins +14 Repost and Share, Red Envelope Offered!

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