Xihai Company

Xihai Company

Author: Shi Yan Word Count: 48770 words txt package:

(I)

I went to Xihai Company to interview female drug trafficker Chen Xiuting and to write a novel about the inside story of a drug trafficking organization.

As soon as I arrived on the island, Manager Hua from the public relations department of Xihai Company, who was assigned to receive me, came to the dock to pick me up. She was a woman in her mid-twenties, always wearing a professional smile, and speaking and acting very generously and appropriately. Although she had a model-like figure and was extremely beautiful, she did not arouse any sexual thoughts in me. Perhaps this is the quality that a professional public relations lady should have.

I took the company's commuter boat to the island in the morning. Because the appeal of my interviewee was estimated to be resolved the day after tomorrow, the person would not be sent to the island immediately, so Manager Hua arranged for me to visit.

This is a small island about five kilometers long from east to west and about three kilometers wide from north to south. In the past, there was only a small fishing village of about thirty households. Later, due to global environmental and resource protection, the fishing industry gradually declined, and the original residents of the island slowly moved out, making it a veritable deserted island. Thirty years ago, when Ms. Wang Qiang founded Xihai Company, she purchased the permanent usage rights to this small island and established the company's production base.

Today, thanks to the joint efforts of the Xihai people, the island has become a picturesque place. However, for hygiene and safety reasons, outsiders are generally not allowed to visit the island. If I weren't a somewhat famous writer, and if I hadn't been interviewing Chen Xiuting, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to appreciate its beauty.

The island is an underwater mountain rising above the sea. On the island is a small hill about a hundred meters high, the highest point, covered in lush greenery and vibrant flowers. The north side of the hill borders the sea, while the south side slopes gently down to the beach. On this sizable flat area, various buildings are scattered in a well-organized manner, along with crisscrossing roads and diverse green belts, resembling a carefully planned small city—this is Xihai Company's production base.

From the hilltop to the sea, a north-south red wall divides all the buildings into east and west sections. The eastern half, occupying one-third of the total area, consists entirely of large buildings interconnected to form several independent units; this is the company's factory area. The western two-thirds, however, has more scattered buildings. Aside from a few clustered, club-like structures, most are villa-like houses scattered throughout; this is the company's living area.

The hotel is located west of the red wall, only about 200 meters from the beach. The west gate of the factory area is to the north of the hotel.

On the first day, Manager Hua took me to the company hospital for a medical check-up, necessary for entering the production area. Then we toured the various facilities in the living area, and she even invited me to her home. From her home, one could tell that Xihai Company was indeed a very powerful enterprise.

The next day, after breakfast, Manager Hua came to the hotel to take me on a tour of the factory. To facilitate my interviews with Chen Xiuting over the next two weeks, Manager Hua gave me a temporary factory pass.

From the outside, the west gate of the factory appears to be just a traditional Chinese gatehouse; upon entering, I realized it was also the main entrance to a large hall. The hall was nearly a hundred square meters, similar to a hotel lobby. In the center, on a marble pedestal, stood a full-length white marble statue of a woman. Although she appeared to be in her forties or fifties, one could still sense her youthful beauty, especially her slender figure—she could easily have been a finalist in any beauty pageant.

"This is Ms. Wang Qiang, the founder and first chairperson of our company. You may know her."

"Yes, I've heard of her."

Of course, she was once one of the three richest women in the country, and even after thirty years, her name remained familiar.

"Chairwoman Wang originally worked in cosmetics production and marketing. By the age of twenty, she owned the world's largest cosmetics marketing network and three well-known product brands. She also joined the Fresh Club and became a member of its Voluntary Dedication Committee."

"That was when she was twenty-six. As a member of the Voluntary Dedication Committee, she drew the most exciting dedication lottery for her. But on the eve of her ascension, a strange illness completely changed her fate." "

She had a fever for two whole weeks, her temperature consistently reaching forty degrees Celsius, yet she remained lucid. Doctors conducted various tests but couldn't find the cause. Two weeks later, the fever subsided on its own, but she discovered her hair was growing wildly. After joint research by experts from the Academy of Medical Sciences and the Academy of Sciences' Biological Branch, they discovered a peculiar mutation in her body."

"Oh? What kind of mutation?" I'd never heard of such things before.

"Her life process accelerated, more than twice as fast as normal, which means she will enter old age in at most fifteen years. Although her delayed dedication to the club according to the original lottery would not have any impact at this point, a new idea made her finally give up her long-awaited dedication. She transferred all her shares in her original company to others and used the funds from the share transfer to create Xihai Company."

"I see." I myself am also a member of the Special Fresh Club, but although my club used to have a voluntary dedication committee, it was automatically abolished because of Xihai Company.

"I guess Ms. Wang has gathered all the volunteer donors from across the country into Xihai Company, right?"

"No, our products are all industrially produced; otherwise, we wouldn't have such a large supply capacity. Besides, the conditions of volunteer donors vary greatly, making it difficult to meet commercial standards."

"Then how do you solve the supply problem?"

"Come this way, let me show you our cultivation workshop."

(II)

Manager Hua led me through a door on the left side of the hall, through a long corridor, to a door with a sign that read "Production Area, No Entry Without Permission."

Inside, there was another corridor, and on the right side of the corridor was a floor-to-ceiling glass wall. On the other side of the glass wall were individual glass rooms, filled with all sorts of bottles and jars, various reactors, and reaction vessels, like small chemical laboratories.

"This is the embryo culture section of the workshop," Manager Hua said. "Our embryos are all cultured in-house; this is Chairman Wang's new idea. After discovering that her life rhythm had accelerated, she invited many researchers to conduct further studies on her body and finally discovered the genetic mutation causing this rapid pace." "

Then, she used her mutated somatic cells to clone human embryos and further artificially altered the genes of these embryos. A year later, the first satisfactory embryo was born. This embryo is essentially a clone of Chairman Wang, but its programmed genes have been changed, making the clone's early development twice as fast as normal. As puberty develops, this speed will rapidly slow down, reaching a state slightly faster than normal." "

Thus, it only takes about five years from embryo to commercial maturity, and after another year of shaping, it can be put on the market."

"I see."

"Actually, what you see outside is basically the final product after fine processing; you've probably never seen the raw material before processing. Today here, you will see a clone of our Chairman Wang, and then you will know what our chairman looked like when she was young—truly a woman among women."

Why did Ms. Wang come up with such an idea?

"You forgot, Chairman Wang was a member of the Voluntary Sacrifice Committee. Back then, although there were tens of thousands of fresh food enthusiasts worldwide, the number of volunteers was very limited. Moreover, volunteers cannot regenerate, so many fresh food clubs often only had an event once every few years." "

Chairman Wang, due to her own physical mutation, discovered a good source of goods, enough to meet the needs of fresh food enthusiasts worldwide. More importantly, she used her own cells as the basis for cloning, making her feel as if she was sacrificing herself every moment, and yet she was forever alive. This wonderful feeling is not something every volunteer has the opportunity to enjoy."

Continuing forward, large glass jars appeared in the small glass house, with glass tubes attached to the jars, through which a red liquid flowed.

"Look, this is an artificial uterus. We take the highest quality somatic cells from the production line, artificially awaken them to form fertilized eggs, and then transfer them into the artificial uterus for implantation and culture. These artificial uteruses are all controlled by a central control system, which monitors their status in real time and automatically calculates the maturation period. Generally, they can give birth in about three months."

"Give birth? Artificial uteruses need to give birth?"

"Of course, the birthing process is essential for the development of the baby's immune system, so they must go through this process."

As she spoke, we walked on. In the artificial uteruses ahead, the shape of the fetus was already visible, and the further we went, the larger the fetuses became, eventually almost filling the entire glass jar. Near the last few rooms, I saw several female staff members busy at work.

"Look, this is artificial delivery."

I saw that the straps at the bottom of the plastic cones under the artificial uterus had been removed, and a previously unused interface on the top of the artificial uterus was now connected to a machine via a plastic tube. I saw that the machine had a pressure gauge at each tube, from which I guessed that the machine must be an air compressor, pressurizing the artificial uterus. I saw that most of the fetuses had already entered the cones, supporting the cones, which were clearly made of elastic material, and clearly outlining the shape of the fetuses.

"See that plastic tube down there?"

"Yes."

"That's an artificial pelvis, which can almost realistically simulate the environment during childbirth. The bottom opening is also very elastic; it's an artificial birth canal, almost identical in shape and elasticity to a real one. Look, that one has entered the final stage of labor."

Sure enough, a colorless liquid gushed out from under an artificial birth canal—it must be amniotic fluid. Two staff members who were closely monitoring the fetus's movements hurried over and began massaging the fetus inside. At the same time, a third staff member standing next to the air compressor slowly turned the handwheel, increasing the pressure on the artificial uterus.

Slowly, I saw a tuft of dark hair emerge from under the artificial birth canal. A staff member caught it with their hand and continued massaging the fetus's body until her head was completely delivered from the artificial birth canal. Then, her entire body was quickly delivered.

A staff member lifted her upside down to drain the amniotic fluid, then placed her on a table covered with a white cloth. They cut the umbilical cord, tied it off, and handed her to another staff member behind them. This person cleaned the fetus, wrapped it in swaddling clothes, placed it in a small plexiglass crib, and then moved it to another room. Two other staff members were already delivering another baby.

"How many deliveries like this do you see each day?"

"Based on our production scale, we produce fifty per day, so the number of embryos cultured and delivered is roughly the same. In fact, if it weren't for the limited production resources and space, our culture capacity and delivery volume would be virtually unlimited. Because our embryos are cloned, individual differences are minimal, and the product quality is very stable."

I couldn't help but sincerely admire the advanced technology here. If their technology could be applied elsewhere, it would certainly solve many problems for couples with fertility issues.

However, Manager Hua disagreed: "Infertility indicates a genetic problem. Helping them with artificial insemination or pregnancy is passing on defects to future generations, which we oppose. So, despite many people making the same request, we've refused them all. Okay, let's go see the baby section."

(III)

Passing through two doors, we came to another corridor and gradually turned right. There was a door on the left side of this corridor leading outside. After walking a short distance along the corridor, we saw the glass wall again. However, this time the other side of the glass wall no longer resembled a laboratory. The room there was large, and on the other side were bright, large glass windows. Through the windows, I could see the distant sea and many girls dressed in red and green laughing and playing outside. This room not only had a door leading to the corridor but also another door leading to the outside on the other side.

Inside the room were rows of cribs, and dozens of young women in their twenties sat on the sofa chatting and laughing. They were all wearing only very short shorts, topless, and several of them were breastfeeding babies.

Although I wasn't a virgin, those women had top-notch figures, delicate and fair skin, and were incredibly alluring. I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I glanced at Manager Hua, feeling a little embarrassed to have such a reaction in front of a woman.

Manager Hua seemed to have anticipated my reaction. She didn't pretend not to know, but calmly said, "They were trained on our production line. Because their shaping didn't meet commercial standards, they were laid off and will work here as wet nurses for a few years. When they get older, they'll move to other workshops. Because we have very strict quality requirements for our products, even those who were laid off are still among the best in terms of appearance. It would be strange for a man not to be aroused by them. You'll be in contact with them every day for the next few days, so you'll probably need to make some necessary preparations."

I was very grateful for her understanding and felt a little more at ease. It was then that I noticed the wet nurses were almost identical, not only in their figures but also in their appearances, like twins. Moreover, I saw the shadow of the statue in the lobby on their faces.

"This building has twenty-five floors; it's our cultivation workshop, divided into infant, toddler, and developmental areas. We're currently in the infant area. These wet nurses don't produce milk through pregnancy, but through a special stimulation we've developed. This stimulation results in their milk containing colostrum, just like a real mother's, which is crucial for first-time infants." "Although we

use industrialized production, we follow natural laws in every detail, so there's no need to worry about any unnatural ingredients in our products; they're absolutely green. The development process for our products is faster the earlier they start. What takes three years for a normal infant only takes one year here. Then they move to the toddler area for about two years of cultivation, and after two years of full development in the developmental area, they're transferred to the shaping workshop for shaping training."

As I walked, I toured the various areas of the cultivation workshop.

The toddlers who came out of the infant and toddler area were all little girls around three years old. However, because their time in the area was short, they were still unsteady on their feet and most of them could only crawl on the ground. But their language skills were well developed, and they seemed to express themselves better than the three-year-olds outside. By the end of the day in the toddler area, they were roughly equivalent to twelve or thirteen-year-old girls outside. In every aspect, they were no less capable than the children outside.

Those closer to the shaping workshop were fully developed beauties, appearing to be around sixteen or seventeen years old. Their figures seemed sculpted to fit perfectly, all around 1.7 meters tall, with small, fan-shaped torsos, slender waists, and rounded hips. They were slightly thinner than girls their age, probably because their growth period was too short and they hadn't had time to develop muscle. Another notable feature was their long, black hair, envied by women outside, reaching to their knees – likely a result of their faster-than-normal growth.

The caregivers here were also clones; they had all worked as wet nurses for two or three years before becoming caregivers. Compared to the wet nurses, the caregivers only wore bras, while the girls entering the development area were all neatly dressed. Their clothes were long-sleeved dresses, colorful and varied in style. The materials weren't high-end, but they were all genuine natural materials like cotton, linen, and silk.

Manager Hua told me that these girls spend a lot of time outdoors every day, but to avoid severe pigmentation caused by sun exposure, they are generally required to go out in the morning and evening. They must wear skirts and hats when they go out, but this restriction does not apply to girls before puberty.

Once they enter the development zone, the company will change their bras according to their needs to ensure normal breast development. Except during menstruation, they generally don't want to wear underwear, but to prevent urinary tract infections, they are given very loose, mid-length trousers underneath their skirts. In fact, the protection they receive is much more meticulous than that of women outside.

"What do they usually eat?" It was almost noon, and I was a little hungry, so I unconsciously asked about food.

"Ah..." Manager Hua smiled at me, "You must have thought they were eating synthetic food, right? No, we have a dedicated catering department that prepares meals for them, ensuring rich nutrition and plenty of variety. In fact, the lunches for our employees working in the factory are exactly the same as theirs. The meal vouchers you used at the hotel can also be used in the factory. Shall we go and try some?"

Of course, I'm a fan of fresh food. For industrially produced fresh products, our biggest concern is whether manufacturers will use synthetic food cultivation to reduce costs.

Manager Hua led me out of the east end of the corridor, and we were outdoors. Only then did I realize that what we had just visited was actually on a 20-plus-story slab-shaped high-rise building. There were two such buildings, east and west. We had just visited the west building. These two buildings were the largest buildings on the island. I had noticed them on the boat before coming to the island; they were the cultivation workshops.

Since it was almost noon, the sun was blazing outside, and there were few people around. Manager Hua led me north uphill, where there was a large three-story building with the words "Staff Restaurant" written in neon lights. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind: "Could we eat in the incubation workshop?"

Manager Hua smiled again: "No problem, the food in the workshop is the same as in the cafeteria." After saying that, she made a phone call on her cell phone, ordering two sets of tableware to be sent to the incubation workshop, and then led me back.

Manager Hua led me to wait at the building entrance for a while, and then a staff member from the cafeteria came down with two sets of bowls, plates, and chopsticks. Manager Hua let me choose any workshop I wanted, and then she asked a cleaning staff member to find a table and two chairs and place them outside the glass wall, inviting me to sit down: "I'm sorry, according to company regulations, personnel not belonging to the incubation workshop are not allowed to enter, not even the chairman himself, so we can only eat here."

"Is it that strict?"

"Of course, it's for safety and hygiene. In fact, even their outdoor activity areas are not open to just anyone. The north side of these two buildings is the technical support area, and there is a dedicated underground passage from the support area to the south gate, separating employees from the products. Only designated personnel can enter. We have to be responsible for the health of our customers." "

Oh, okay, that's how it should be." I gained a further understanding of the products here.

(iv)

On the other side of the glass wall, dozens of girls sat quietly on their beds, with only three or five helping the caregivers. They opened a large wooden cabinet from the west wall and pushed out a three-meter-long table with an artificial marble surface inlaid with stainless steel compartments the size of washbasins. I'd seen these before; they were the kind of containers used in restaurant buffets.

A little while later, someone pushed in a food cart, filling the compartments with bowls of food, and a fragrant aroma wafted over. The caregiver's supervisor, seeing us sitting there through the glass, said something to the girls. The glass wall was very soundproof, so I didn't hear anything, but all the girls turned around, looking at me curiously, making me feel like a monster. The supervisor walked to the wall, opened the locked glass door, and poked her head out, saying, "Manager Hua, are there guests dining?"

"Yes."

"Alright, please hand me your meal tickets and utensils, and I'll serve you your food. What would you like to eat?"

"What do you want? Tell the guests."

She rattled off more than ten dishes, including chicken, beef, grass carp, shrimp, insects, tofu, and vegetables. Staple foods included rice, steamed buns, noodles, and porridge, as well as four kinds of fruit. My goodness, even the buffets at restaurants outside aren't this lavish. With such good food, it's no wonder their meat quality is poor.

I casually ordered two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, along with four small steamed buns and a bowl of millet porridge. Manager Hua ordered three kinds of vegetable dishes. The supervisor served us our food and then called the girls to eat. Upon hearing the order, they all jumped off their beds, folded up a small folding table from beside their beds, pulled out a small stool, and took out their utensils from the drawers. They then went over to serve their food very politely.

I noticed their tableware was also stainless steel, twice the size of mine, and had more compartments. They meticulously served a little of every dish, and each person took only what they needed for the staple food. Manager Hua told me that they were taught from a young age to have a varied diet and not to be picky eaters, otherwise their bodies wouldn't grow well, and they all consciously followed this rule.

Perhaps because I'm past my growth age, or perhaps because girls grow faster, their appetites were much larger than mine, and they ate much more slowly, taking about forty minutes to finish their meal.

After eating, they immediately went outside. Manager Hua said they had to exercise for half an hour after their meal before taking a nap. This is a health-preserving practice, everyone knows it, but few people can consciously follow it, at least I can't. Manager Hua

asked me if I wanted to go back to the hotel to rest and come back in the afternoon. I was very excited and not sleepy at all, but I wondered if Manager Hua had a habit of taking a nap, so I decided to go back first.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Manager Hua came to call me, and we returned to the factory area. This time we went to the east wing of the two sister buildings. Manager Hua led me directly to the basement, where I discovered a wonderful swimming pool. It was huge, with six standard-sized pools, five of which were separated by glass walls. Before Manager Hua could even explain, I guessed those five were for the girls, and the one here was for the staff. Manager Hua nodded in agreement.

Hua told me that because their developmental period is short and their height increases rapidly, muscle growth is relatively slower, making it difficult to meet commercial requirements. Therefore, the girls need to undergo systematic training in the shaping workshop to meet the factory requirements as quickly as possible. Their training here mainly consists of aerobic exercise and bodybuilding, with swimming being a compulsory course. In their final year, each person must swim an 800-meter individual medley every day.

The coaches here are all specially trained, and the girls undergo daily testing on an automatic measuring machine. The results are used by the coaches to design their training plans. Lunch break has just ended, and afternoon training hasn't started yet, so the pool is empty, but it should be soon.

Before the words were finished, I heard a burst of girls' high-pitched laughter and chatter. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a large group of young girls pouring in from the opposite entrance. They were all naked, completely bare, their small, hemispherical breasts trembling on their chests, topped with small, red nipples. Below their flat stomachs, thick tufts of black hair grew. They looked much more mature and fuller-figured than those I'd seen in the training workshop; they were completely like adult women.

Manager Hua said they had undergone a year of shaping, but to reach the final product standard, they would need another year of rigorous training. But I thought they were already beautiful enough; it was hard to imagine what they would look like when they left the factory. The girls seemed oblivious to Manager Hua and me, continuing to laugh, chatter, and playfully shove each other. It seemed that exposing themselves in front of strangers was commonplace for them.

Behind the girls were five strong men in their thirties, all wearing swimming trunks. They directed the girls to one end of the pool, arranging them in two rows, and then led them in warm-up exercises. Although they had been noisy earlier, the girls were now very serious, performing each exercise meticulously—something the students outside probably wouldn't be so self-disciplined.

Before the girls even got in the water, another group of girls entered. This group was noticeably younger and much thinner, each carrying a kickboard; they were probably newcomers, still learning.

When the third group entered, not only was I stunned, but the girls who had arrived earlier also cast envious glances at them. Their ages weren't significantly different from the first group, but their figures were completely different.

They were still so slender, their skin still so fair and delicate, but beneath that supple skin lay well-developed muscles, creating subtle curves in their bodies. Their buttocks were particularly striking—round, full, and perky—giving me a strong urge to touch them. It was an indescribable beauty; even in a fitness competition, it would be difficult to find a rival.

"Those are probably close to being ready for delivery; let's go take a look," Manager Hua said, leading me along the glass wall to their pool. They were lining up under the coach's guidance. Seeing us behind them, their chests puffed out even more, their buttocks raised even higher, and their faces radiated pride. "They certainly

have the right to be proud," I thought.

(V)

"They are indeed close to being ready for delivery; look at their buttocks, they already have markings."

I then noticed that on the outer side of their right buttocks, near the femoral head, there were three rows of small, fingernail-sized gold characters, nine in total, forming a matrix. Seeing us discussing their insignia, one of the girls confidently walked over and proudly showed me the insignia. I then realized it was nine "A"s.

"What's this insignia?"

"It's a grading system. After two years of training, they undergo quality assessments. Based on the muscle levels in different areas, they're given five grades from A to E, with A being the highest and C being the passing grade." "

The first row of letters represents the buttocks, thighs, and calves; the second row represents the shoulders, upper arms, and forearms; and the third row represents the trunk muscles, limb fat, and visceral fat. The buttocks and thighs are the main product, so the requirements are the highest, and the insignia is in the first row. They must reach at least a B grade; otherwise, they're eliminated. The second row is more valuable, requiring a passing grade; the third row is relatively less important, only affecting their body's utilization rate." "

The one I just saw had nine A's; we usually call that 'nine A's,' the highest quality product. It's rare to find even a few in a batch, so she's very proud of it."

"Why is fat included in the assessment? What's the connection?"

"Yes, it's essential for women to maintain a certain amount of body fat, ideally around 15% of their body weight, primarily in their limbs, with minimal visceral fat. Insufficient limb fat might indicate hormonal imbalances, which could affect muscle mass but ultimately compromise meat quality."

I suddenly remembered something: "Do they know their future?"

"Yes, we let them observe the processing from a very young age, so it's not a secret to them."

"Are they willing?"

"Yes, they have the right to choose their own fate. The company doesn't interfere, and unless they sign a volunteer consent form, the company won't send them to the processing plant. Even if they sign, if they change their minds before processing, the company respects their choice. Perhaps due to mutual influence, or perhaps because they carry the blood of an old volunteer, only two or three have made other choices since the company's founding."

"How did you handle them?" "

We set them free, letting them choose whether to leave or stay. Those few left, but later they came back."

"Why?"

"They can't adapt to life outside because their developmental period is too short. Although their age and intelligence have reached adult levels, their knowledge structure is too far removed from their social age, making it impossible for them to live outside. Even if they manage to meet societal needs through hard work, their lives are nearing their end. They understand this, so they come back."

"What happens when they come back?"

"We arrange for them to work as caregivers or in processing plants. If they don't want to commit adultery, this is their best option."

"What happens to these girls who aren't processed when they get old?"

"Retirement. Their rights are no different from ours; they can fully support themselves. However, not many actually reach retirement because the influence of their childhood friends is significant. Most of them hope for the same outcome as their sisters. In fact, most of those who become caregivers instead of processing plants aren't unwilling to commit adultery; they are simply eliminated. They always hope to one day end their lives on the guillotine. So, after they've worked for about five years, we still give them the opportunity to commit adultery." "

But weren't they eliminated?"

"Yes, but they live in very good conditions here, and their biological age was only thirty at that time. They might not be suitable as commodities, but they could be internally processed within the company. In fact, the girls here have several opportunities to 'get extra fresh' every month, and the source of these is these girls who are eliminated."

I see, that's great, I thought to myself.

"How high is the elimination rate here?"

"Not high. After the girls have trained for two years, they are allowed to choose their own path. Almost 100% choose to 'dedicate themselves.' After they sign the volunteer form, we conduct a quality assessment. The results are told to them immediately. If they are satisfied, they are given a grade mark and usually processed within one or two weeks. If they are still not satisfied, they are given another month of training. If they still don't meet the requirements after a month, then they have to be eliminated."

"We usually weed out one or two girls here every week. Those who are weeded out are assigned to be wet nurses, and after two years they become childcare workers. Weeding out is necessary; firstly, it makes them feel a sense of urgency, and secondly, it ensures that there are enough wet nurses and childcare workers."

I'm growing to like this place more and more. Watching the girls jump into the clear pool one by one, Manager Hua led me to visit the various floors upstairs. The internal structure of this building is significantly different from the west wing. Each floor has several large halls, most of which have rows of bunk beds along the walls, and the floors are all made of wood. Each floor also has a gym with exercise equipment.

In most of the halls, girls dressed in bodybuilding clothes were doing aerobics training, and the gym was full. Manager Hua told me that the girls train very conscientiously in order to reach the standard of dedication as soon as possible. To avoid overtraining, each hall has someone to record the training volume of each girl.

"I noticed all the instructors here are men."

"Yes, except for the stretching exercises which have female instructors, all the instructors in the shaping workshop are men."

"Why?"

"Because the girls like male instructors! They're already sexually mature, and properly relieving sexual tension is very beneficial for them. Also, the care and encouragement from the opposite sex is very effective in eliminating fatigue. Usually, after training, the girls massage each other to relieve fatigue, and at that time, each instructor will call over the girl who has improved the fastest to give her a massage personally, which is very enviable."

"Every Saturday, training in each district is suspended for a day. From morning till night, the coaches take turns caressing each girl from head to toe until they reach orgasm. Girls who have passed the evaluation and are ready to be sent for 'processing' receive special treatment: each girl is assigned a male coach to accompany her through the final stage of her life. Besides the reduced-intensity training they still do every day, the male coaches hold them naked in their arms all day, caressing them, having sex with them, and sleeping with them at night. The female coaches are useless in this regard,"

Manager Hua said. I glanced at her and saw her secretly clenching her legs. It turns out she gets excited when talking about sex.

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