[Urban] Lustful and Alluring Love (Complete) - 20

Chapter 1

I am an orphan. My mother died after giving birth to me. My father worked as a driver for the factory manager of a large state-owned enterprise in the north. To raise me, he worked tirelessly, acting as both father and mother. However, when I was five years old, a landslide occurred on a business trip. My father bravely saved the factory manager's life but also passed away. The kind factory manager took me in out of gratitude for my father's life-saving act.

Because I grew up in someone else's home, I never received family warmth or parental love. Therefore, I was raised from a young age to have a submissive and insecure personality.

The factory manager's son, Erbao, was the same age as me, only a few months older. We called each other brothers and were in the same class. We were inseparable, going to and from school and playing together almost every day. God is always fair. My grades were always among the top in the class, while Erbao, the rich kid, had the worst grades. He either slept in class or read pornographic magazines. Teasing female classmates was a daily ritual for him. He bullied classmates from ordinary families because his father was a factory manager, and he would bribe anyone who was even more arrogant. He was a complete scoundrel, and the school was helpless against him.

Naturally, it was common for Erbao to bully and scold me. I was like a servant to a rich kid in a movie. Erbao never carried his schoolbag, and I always did his homework for him because in his eyes, I was just a follower and a servant. At home, Erbao was treated like royalty, the apple of his parents' eye. I, however, never received that treatment. I was basically responsible for all the housework: cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, mopping the floor, taking out the trash…

Although we lived in the same family, I couldn't enjoy the happy childhood that other children had. The concept of being spoiled was slowly being replaced by a harsh reality in my young mind, though I felt quite happy and carefree.

As the days went by, I grew stronger and taller, reaching 180cm, my robust physique a result of years of physical labor. Erbao, the factory manager's son, was a head shorter than me, with fair skin and a delicate, pale face. After

ten years of hard work, my efforts paid off. In the final mock exam before the college entrance exam, I performed admirably, ranking second in the entire grade, while Erbao came in last.

After the college entrance exam, I felt good about my performance. After the teachers estimated our scores, I knew I would definitely get into a top university. As for Erbao, well, needless to say, he definitely wouldn't pass. But for some reason, the acceptance letter I received, the one I'd always dreamed of, had my second child's name on it, and it was from the very prestigious university I'd listed as my first choice. I rushed to the school to check my grades, and I was stunned—150 points.

I froze, my mind blank. I vaguely heard the teachers gossiping, "Sigh, that child is so pitiful, he was..."

I weakly moved my heavy legs back, and at the door, I heard my second child's father, now a bureau chief, encouraging him, "Once you get to university, you must study hard. You can't be so wasteful anymore, you hear me? If it weren't for your dad, I..." My

second child impatiently replied, "Aren't you annoying? When will this end? Even if he goes to university, he'll still be a good-for-nothing. Besides, we've raised him all these years, we should..."

Then I heard my second child's mother warily say, "Shh... don't say anymore..."

When my second child's mother opened the door and saw my face covered in tears, she unexpectedly warmly took my hand, saying, "Child, it's okay, don't cry. Crying will hurt your health. It's not a big deal if you didn't pass the exam. Your husband will find you a job, that'll be fine."

I suppressed my grief and quickly thanked her, saying, "Uncle, Auntie, I'll have to trouble you again in the future."

Under my second child's father's care, I became a worker in a large state-owned enterprise, assigned to workshop one as an apprentice. Because of my honesty, kindness, willingness to ask questions, and diligence,

I was highly regarded by the workshop leaders and promoted to team leader. Overjoyed at receiving such recognition, I worked even harder, always taking on the dirtiest and hardest jobs in the workshop. I had plenty of strength, and I treated the workshop like my own home. As an orphan, I had never been recognized before and finally found the dignity that belonged to me.

Later, I successfully passed the correspondence university exams and became a correspondence university graduate, thanks to my solid academic foundation in high school, though I hadn't had the opportunity to attend a regular university. During that time, I felt like the happiest person in the world.

The day I entered the factory, I settled into the staff dormitory. My spare time was fulfilling, and there were no more endless housework. However, I didn't forget the kindness of Erbao's family in raising me, and I often went back to help with housework and physical labor.

Erbao's mother certainly wouldn't dislike me, because I didn't want a salary or any special treatment, and I had inexhaustible strength. I was only doing this to repay their kindness; I had no other intentions, even though Erbao's father was now the mayor of our city. Later, Erbao's family moved to a three-story luxury villa in the municipal government compound. Their power and status increased, and their tone became even more arrogant. They hired several nannies and two or three guards. From then on, Erbao's house was always bustling with visitors—sycophants, flatterers, people offering gifts to buy official positions, people approving projects… basically, there were always more people than ever before.

Once, while helping the nanny tidy up the sofa where a group of visitors had just left, I found several bundles of 100-yuan bills wrapped in newspaper. Thinking how careless she was, I immediately chased after her to return them, only to be severely scolded by Erbao's mother. I felt like a child who had done something wrong, completely bewildered. Later, Erbao's kind father, seeing my panicked state, made an excuse to have me do something else, thus escaping the embarrassing situation.

I felt incredibly foolish; I had intended to show my diligence, but instead, I made things worse, often creating embarrassing situations. After that, I visited Erbao's house less often, worried about making another mistake. …

After graduating from university (I don't know how he managed to get his degree), Erbao, relying on his father's connections as mayor, was smoothly assigned to work at the municipal procuratorate. Before long, he was riding high, holding the coveted position of deputy director of the anti-corruption bureau.

Soon after, Erbao got married, to the daughter of a high-ranking provincial official. I truly envied Erbao for having such a good father. Needless to say, Erbao's wedding was a grand and extravagant affair... I had no time to appreciate it, because I was the most reliable and trustworthy person in Erbao's family, so the important task of collecting wedding gifts was naturally entrusted to me. To be honest, the amount of wedding gifts I personally handled was comparable to that of Lai Changxing, the infamous figure behind the Xiamen Yuanhua Red Mansion scandal.

That year, Erbao and I were both 26 years old, but the difference was that Erbao was a deputy director of a national civil service bureau, while I was an ordinary worker in a loss-making enterprise; Erbao's father was the mayor of a city, while my father had died protecting his superiors; Erbao possessed a diploma from a nationally renowned key university, while I only had a correspondence course diploma that wasn't recognized by society; Erbao married the daughter of a high-ranking official, and any one of the things he wore was enough for me to not have to work for several years...

Time flew by, and two years passed in the blink of an eye. I was still an older unmarried man. Although my appearance was average, I was still presentable, tall and strong, and from the outside, I was definitely a very manly man. During this time, the enthusiastic older women in my workplace introduced me to several potential partners, but as soon as they heard I had no money, no education, and was an orphan, those materialistic girls all sneered and ran away as if they'd seen a plague.

As the days went by, I gradually got used to this single life, except that every night I would masturbate in front of pictures of female celebrities to release excess hormones.

Chapter 2

One day, after finishing my errands, I was waiting at the bus stop when a luxury BMW screeched to a halt

beside me. A man wearing sunglasses slowly got out, and his head popped out of the tinted window, which was invisible from the outside. "Hey, Da Niu (my nickname), is that you? What are you doing here?"

A dashing, handsome, and debonair man stepped out of the car.

"Brother Erbao, it's you!"

I said excitedly, seeing an old friend here.

Because I felt ashamed of my appearance, I hadn't visited my benefactor's house for a long time. I'd only been to Erbao's palace for a few days as a laborer at his wedding; mainly because my humble attire and lowly status made me feel out of place there. Besides, the host hadn't invited me.

"Da Niu, you're still doing so poorly?"

Erbao asked arrogantly and contemptuously.

"I'm just a poor guy, how can I compare to you, the deputy director of the city's anti-corruption bureau?"

I said self-deprecatingly.

"Damn it, stop talking nonsense and get in the car."

Erbao still treated me like a servant.

As usual, I obediently got into the car and sat in the passenger seat. The car started smoothly.

"Brother Erbao, how much does this car cost?"

I asked ignorantly, admiring the interior decorations.

As I looked back, I was so surprised I couldn't close my mouth. I hadn't seen anyone in the back seat after getting on the bus, and it was a stunningly beautiful woman! She had an incredibly beautiful face, a lovely oval face, long, jet-black hair, a tall and slender figure, and an ethereal beauty—she was practically a carbon copy of Liu Yifei, the actress who played Xiaolongnu in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*. This familiar face was the object of my daily fantasies, the object of my dreams, the one I masturbated to every day.

"Brother Erbao…Brother Erbao…isn't this Xiaolongnu, no…no, the movie star Liu Yifei?"

I stammered.

Erbao scoffed, "You're such an idiot. She's my new friend, named Juanzi. She's neither Xiaolongnu nor Liu Yifei." He

then turned to the girl named Juanzi, who resembled Liu Yifei, and said, "She's a friend from my childhood, named Da Niu. My family raised her."

He added, "She's an ordinary worker."

"Hello, Brother Da Niu!"

A sweet voice came from the back seat, accompanied by a fragrant scent.

"Xiaolong... Liu Yi... no, no... Juan is fine too..."

I was still lost in the doubt of whether my idol from my dreams was really standing in front of me, my eyes fixed on her.

Seeing my dazed look, Juan, who looked just like Liu Yifei, smiled and revealed her white teeth slightly: "Brother Erbao, this guy is really funny."

Just then, luckily, Erbao came to my rescue, tapping my head with his finger: "Hey! Idiot, stop looking, she's my girlfriend, you're really ill-mannered."

The pain in my head finally snapped me out of my daze, and while touching my hair, I quickly apologized: "Sorry, sorry, sorry. Hehe, I've never seen such a beautiful girl before. You two are a perfect match, only the handsome and dashing Brother Erbao is worthy of a beauty like Juan."

Hearing my words, Erbao casually flicked out a Zhonghua brand cigarette, put it in his mouth, and gestured towards Juan behind him.

At this moment, I secretly peeked at her out of the corner of my eye. Juanzi shyly reached her sexy little hand from the back seat and directly into Erbao's suit pocket, pulling out a pretty lighter. With her cute little hands, she carefully lit Erbao's cigarette. Erbao then forcefully pulled Juanzi's hands away. Juanzi gasped in resistance, and after a few token struggles from her forward-leaning posture, she helplessly wrapped her arms around Erbao's neck, looking just like a couple deeply in love. I'd only heard Erbao

boast about his womanizing skills—how he relied on his prestigious university degree, his respectable status, his dashing good looks, and so on—and I'd seen his wife repeatedly complaining to her parents about his philandering. But I'd never witnessed it firsthand. Today, I truly admired Erbao's abilities and couldn't help but idolize him even more. At

the same time, I lamented why I didn't have a father like Erbao's. I even fantasized about being Erbao right now. Sigh! A sudden, poignant sadness washed over me. But I quickly returned to reality. Could I change reality? I had to consider my own status and position. I should thank God for letting me meet Erbao and his girlfriend today; tonight's "gun lesson" (a euphemism for sexual activity) would surely be even more exciting.

Before I knew it, the car had stopped at an expensive five-star hotel.

Erbao was truly a friend; he even brought me along when he was picking up girls. Perhaps because I'd always obeyed him since childhood, he didn't shy away from my presence at all. During the meal, I saw Erbao, emboldened by alcohol, try to grope Juanzi several times. I also saw Juanzi resist with a look of disgust and graceful gestures, preventing Erbao from succeeding.

I discreetly focused on clearing the table laden with dishes, savoring the fine wines I'd seen at Erbao's house but never tasted, until my stomach was completely full. Then I noticed the two bottles of XO Martell were empty, and Juanzi was slumped in Erbao's arms, drunk as a noodle. Erbao's hand was already inside Juanzi's bra, vigorously kneading her beautiful breasts. Still using your hands? How can that be pleasurable? [Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's genitals, realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, close to female anatomy, for a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter]

Seeing my surprised expression, he smiled smugly, pulled out a wad of cash with his other hand, gesturing for me to pay the bill, and said, "Hurry up, I'll wait for you in the car."

With that, he swept the limp Juanzi up and disappeared out of the private room.

I quickly found a waiter to pay the bill. When I went downstairs to the luxury BMW, I couldn't see clearly inside. Just as I was about to knock on the window to return the remaining money to Erbao and leave, Erbao opened the back door and said, "You drive for me, this girl is a real stunner!"

He handed me the car keys.

"I can't drive!"

I said embarrassedly.

"You're fucking stupid, completely useless,"

he said disapprovingly.

He got out of the back door, and as the door opened, I quickly peered inside. In the dim light of the interior lamp, I saw that Juanzi's face was turned towards the back of the seat. I couldn't see her drunken state clearly, but she seemed completely intoxicated. The buttons of her shirt were undone, her bra pulled down to her neck, revealing her white breasts, with two moderately sized nipples slightly erect. Her panties dangled at her ankles, and at the end of her long legs, there was a dark shadow. Her messy long hair was scattered on the seat. Seeing this, my penis swelled up, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for Juanzi. Such a beautiful and lovely girl was about to be ruined by a playboy.

The car door slammed shut, and she was out of sight in a moment. I stood there dumbfounded for a long time, silently grumbling to myself: With my looks, what's there to regret? It's like a toad and a swan. Be realistic, hurry back to the dormitory and masturbate.

That night I masturbated three times, the most enjoyable night I'd ever had, because Juanzi was my sexual fantasy.

Just as I was falling asleep, my phone suddenly rang, waking me from my sweet dream. It was Erbao calling, telling me to come to his house immediately.

He sounded very nervous and scared.

Without thinking much, I rushed to Erbao's house. I opened the door and went inside. Before I could even change out of my slippers, I saw Erbao running nervously from the living room, dragging me towards his bedroom. As he ran, he said, "Brother Daniu, I've always been good to you, haven't I? You have to help me this one more time."

I was flattered by Erbao's attempt to get closer to me and quickly asked, "What happened? Isn't your wife home? Why are you so nervous?"

"Damn it, what bad luck! I only fucked her a few times, and she's like this. Your wife is away on a business trip. If she were here..."

Erbao muttered dejectedly.

Hearing him say that, I immediately remembered that just a few days after his wedding, the bride and groom had a huge fight. It turned out that Erbao hadn't changed his bad habits at all after the wedding; he was still philandering. Once, he was caught red-handed raping a young woman at home by his bride, who had just returned from her parents' home. In a fit of anger, the bride moved back to her parents' house and rarely came home. Before he could finish speaking, we had already stepped into the bedroom.

I was stunned by what I saw. Juanzi was lying naked on the large, luxurious waterbed, motionless. The white sheets were stained with a large red patch, and blood was still gushing from her genitals. Her face was extremely pale. I had no mood to admire her alluring body. I quickly put the back of my hand under her nose and found that there was no sign of breathing.

"Get her to the hospital immediately!"

I said decisively, grabbing the blanket that had fallen on the floor and quickly wrapping the naked woman, who was unconscious from excessive bleeding, around her. I ran towards the door.

"Oh,"

Erbao followed me like a fool.

On the way to the hospital, Erbao kept pleading with me, talking about his status, his future, his family, his… He promised to repay me in many ways if I helped him through this difficult time…

At that moment, I felt utterly contempt for Erbao. Shouldn't he take responsibility for his actions? I despised him from the bottom of my heart. He wasn't like a man at all. A man who doesn't dare to take responsibility doesn't deserve to be called a man. He was selfish, arrogant, and always looking for petty advantages.

When we were young, every time he did something wrong, I was the one who took the blame for him. What was hateful was that when I took the blame and was punished for him, he would exaggerate the situation. He would stir up trouble, and when he saw me furious, he would hide behind his mother, begging me not to tell the truth. Back then, I was used to the bitterness of living under someone else's roof, used to that kind of submissive life—after all, I had no parents. But after four years of university education and several years working in government offices, shouldn't I have learned my lesson? I shouldn't be worse off than a lowly ordinary worker like me who grew up without parents.

Thankfully, she was rushed to the hospital in time, and Juanzi was out of danger. But I was in a terrible situation. The doctors and nurses at the hospital berated me mercilessly, calling me a pervert, a beast, not even human… I silently endured all the insults without a hint of resentment or protest. Deep down, I wished I really was the beast being insulted. If I could have such a beautiful girl, even just touching her would be enough for me to bear any abuse.

Unfortunately, I wasn't. I was just taking the blame for someone else, a substitute.

My resourceful Erbao had already spoken to my boss at work, so I didn't need to worry about having my salary docked. My job was to accompany Juanzi in the hospital as her lover. The hospital later learned of my "connections"—the mayor's son, the deputy director of the city's anti-corruption bureau, a powerful figure they couldn't afford to offend—and specially arranged for Juanzi to stay in a quiet, high-ranking ward, complete with a bathroom, sofa, refrigerator, and wardrobe. They assigned the best doctors and nurses to provide special care, making it almost as luxurious as a five-star hotel.

At that moment, I understood a truth: power is truly, truly good!

Chapter 3

After special treatment from doctors and nurses, and with my meticulous care, Juanzi's injuries gradually improved after a few days. She remained silent, often frowning and weeping incessantly. I clumsily tried to comfort her, but the more she cried, the more heartbroken I became. Seeing the angelic woman's gaunt face, my heart ached, and I didn't know how to cheer her up. Helplessly, I offered her tissues and peeled an apple.

When I handed her a glass of water again, she suddenly flung her hand, which was covering her swollen, red eyes, and angrily cried out, "Get away! You men are all the same!"

Her raised hand caused the glass I was holding to fly away, hitting me squarely in the face. Instantly, the glass cut my forehead, and blood streamed down my cheek.

Hearing my exclamation, she realized she had gone too far. She stopped crying and said shyly in a low voice, "I...I didn't mean to."

Then, she immediately raised her voice and said urgently, "Are you alright? Quick...quick, go get a doctor to bandage you up."

Looking at her lovely face, filled with concern, a warm feeling welled up inside me. That captivating face was enough to make me forget everything; I couldn't even feel the pain from the glass cut on my forehead. I quickly waved my hands, "No...it's okay, see, it's really okay,"

I said, wiping my face awkwardly with my hands, trying to be funny. "Look, don't I look like a female lead in an opera?"

Seeing my flushed face, looking like a clumsy clown, Juanzi covered her mouth with her small hand and burst into laughter through her tears.

After a simple bandage treatment, my not-so-handsome face had a triangular bandage. When I returned to her ward, Juanzi was already leaning against the pillows, half-lying on the bed, eating an apple that I had peeled for her earlier with relish. She seemed starving. I secretly rejoiced; thankfully, my accidental injury had temporarily distracted her from her pain.

When she saw the triangular bandage on my face, making me look like a clown, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, then couldn't stop herself from laughing so hard she was doubled over. Seeing her happy smile, I was genuinely glad that my meticulous care over the past few days hadn't been in vain.

For the hospital, a ruptured hymen and bleeding is a very common external injury; after treatment, she could be discharged in less than ten days. That night, late at night after she entered the hospital, while the doctors were busy preparing emergency medical equipment in the emergency room, Juanzi awoke from her coma. She had fainted briefly due to excessive tension.

Normally, a ruptured hymen is something every unmarried girl experiences, but Juanzi's hymenal opening was too small, and the anterior part of her vagina was narrow. While Erbao, under the influence of alcohol, watched his tender prey lying on the bed, drunk and at his mercy, he didn't first use gentle caresses to moisten Juanzi's vulva before slowly inserting his penis and gradually widening her tight vagina. Instead, he merely scraped her tender labia with the head of his penis a couple of times before impatiently pressing down and thrusting rapidly and irrationally. This roughness caused Juanzi's hymen to tear, resulting in a large laceration and tearing of her delicate labia minora, leading to severe bleeding.

In fact, for Erbao, a sex expert who was already married, had rich sexual experience, and frequented brothels, obtaining a virgin was a piece of cake. He knew the secret to having sex with a virgin for the first time. He only needed to use a little training to arouse the sexual desire of a woman with no sexual experience. When she was tormented by the gradually ignited desire, she would completely eliminate her tension. Her vagina would be fully relaxed and lubricated, and her labia majora would become red and protruding. Then, he would gently and slowly insert the penis, first shallow and then deep. The strong desire would make the virgin not feel the pain of losing her virginity, so she could fully enjoy the pleasure that losing her virginity brought him.

However, that night, the impatient Erbao, in order to get the naive Juanzi drunk so that he could possess her body as soon as possible, did drink quite a lot himself. After staggering home, he threw the slightly sober Juanzi onto the Simmons mattress in the bedroom, roughly tore her clothes, and, ignoring her desperate pleas, raped her out of his mind.

The usual practice for deceiving and raping virgins is as follows: He would randomly find a sauna or hotel, sleep for a while, and then slowly ravage the naked lamb that was offered to him after he sobered up, enjoying the pleasure brought by losing her virginity; if the woman he was deceiving was a married woman, he would use sweet words and solemn vows to make her absolutely believe his lies, and then make her offer herself to him. He liked to use superb flirting techniques to make the woman impatient and then suddenly stop, continuing to play with the deceived woman after she begged him for mercy. Only after she was aroused and her buttocks were wet with lust would he take up his gun and use his bedroom skills to rape her until she was dying and begging for mercy, and finally ejaculate on the exhausted and convulsing woman.

Then, whether young girls or young women, he would feign affection and express his love. Almost no vain young girl or woman could see through this master of seduction. Almost no beautiful woman caught by this playboy could escape his grasp. On the other hand, any woman who slept with him was conquered by his superb bedroom skills, and would then wholeheartedly submit to his manipulations, happily dreaming of finally finding her Prince Charming.

Little did they know that the dreams of every young girl and woman who offered their true feelings and bodies would shatter within a month. Firstly, Erbao was a complete lecher; secondly, he had no shortage of attractive prey. Women he had seduced and used were discarded by him within a month, mostly in a state of anger but unable to speak out—who could afford to offend this powerful and influential young man?

However, to keep the peace, each woman he favored received a considerable sum of money; money was the last thing he lacked. Among those he deceived and raped were actresses, female reporters, female teachers, female college students, and female secretaries…

Juanzi was originally a college graduate from the law department of a local university. She was born into an ordinary family in a remote county in the south. Her parents were honest and hardworking people. From a young age, she was intelligent and charming, and studied very hard, always ranking first in the county. Seeing their beautiful daughter, her parents couldn't bear to let her continue living in such a remote and impoverished place. For their daughter's future, her parents scrimped and saved to support her education, not letting her do any housework. The ambitious Juanzi deeply felt her parents' good intentions, so she worked even harder, burying herself in her studies and ignoring everything else.

Hard work pays off. Finally, Juanzi received her university acceptance letter with excellent grades, choosing law as her major, a subject she deeply loved. Her dream was to become a prosecutor in uniform, wearing the national emblem. During her four years of university, to repay her parents' kindness in raising her, Juanzi resisted all kinds of harassment and temptations, scoffing at and ignoring the piles of love letters she received, continuing to study diligently and successfully obtaining her diploma at the young age of 23.

After graduation, the naive Juanzi thought her dream was about to come true, that the procuratorate would naturally hire her. However, things didn't go as planned. This innocent young woman, fresh out of school and into society, had no idea that in this corrupt society where "poverty is mocked but prostitution is not," where wealth is extremely polarized and money can buy anything, getting into such a place was harder than climbing to heaven for the children of ordinary people.

Just as Juanzi, bewildered and almost in despair, was about to leave, she suddenly remembered her teacher's words at graduation, recounting the various encounters they would face after entering society. The phrase "self-recommendation" left the deepest impression. Then, as if heading to her execution, she mustered her courage and knocked on the door of an office with a sign that read "Deputy Director." After receiving permission, she pushed the door open and went in.

Behind a very large desk, in a boss's chair with his back to the door, sat a prosecutor in military uniform, engrossed in fiddling with a naked lighter. The prosecutor, without looking up, impatiently said, "What is it? Can't you see I'm busy? Didn't I just tell you to go…?"

He turned around as he spoke, seeing Juanzi standing awkwardly at the door, her face flushed, unsure whether to go in or leave.

The deputy director, Erbao, had a habit of leering at any woman with a well-proportioned figure who came into view. The stunning beauty before him stunned even this seasoned veteran. His keen sense for attractive women instantly invigorated him. Standing before him was a breathtaking beauty he'd never seen before: a stunningly beautiful woman with a lovely oval face, long, jet-black hair, a height of 168cm, a slender and shapely figure, and an ethereal, otherworldly charm—a veritable replica of Liu Yifei, the actress who played Xiaolongnu in "The Return of the Condor Heroes." His eyes were glued to the woman before him.

"I...I'm here for the job..."

she stammered, her voice barely audible due to her timidity.

"What did you say? Say it again? Come in, close the door, sit there."

The experienced Erbao, a man of the world, quickly regained his composure from his lust.

Juanzi, eager for a job, quickly and respectfully handed her self-recommendation letter to the deputy director who might change her fate, then looked at Erbao with pleading eyes.

At this moment, Erbao had reverted to his usual carefree playboy persona. He pretended to glance at the self-recommendation letter she handed him, then slowly lit a cigarette, secretly plotting a despicable scheme: this girl who had personally delivered herself to his door was his next prey. Without revealing his true feelings, he adopted an official tone: "No, this is a government agency."

In reality, with his current power, hiring a civil servant would be easy, but he wanted to take the opportunity to flirt with the girl standing at the table, eagerly awaiting his prey.

Upon hearing the reply, tears of disappointment streamed from Juanzi's beautiful eyes like broken beads. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably as she pleaded, "Please hire me, please? I promise I can become an excellent prosecutor..."

Clinging to her last hope, Juanzi disregarded her shyness and continued to plead, "Please, I beg you... Waaah... Waaah..."

Her sobs grew louder and louder.

"Don't cry. Nothing is absolute. Let us assess you first."

Seeing this, Erbao, confident of victory, was overjoyed. His prey was falling deeper and deeper into his carefully laid trap.

"Is there really hope? Say it again."

Hearing Erbao's words, the naive girl immediately stopped crying.

"Yes, you heard me right, but,"

he paused deliberately, looking at the complex expression on his beautiful prey's face, before continuing ambiguously, "but it depends on whether you can satisfy me, the deputy director in charge of personnel recruitment." "

I will definitely work hard. I've always been well-behaved, filial to my parents, diligent in my studies, and have excellent grades... Please test me, leader..."

Looking at her eager face, Erbao didn't even hear Juanzi's incoherent expression of determination.

"Is that so? Then sit down."

As Juanzi nervously sat on the sofa, Erbao stepped out of his desk, went to the water dispenser, filled a glass of warm water, and handed her a box of tissues.

She quickly stood up and respectfully accepted it, thanking him profusely.

Erbao reached out and pressed Juanzi's shoulder, indicating that she didn't need to be so polite. He then pulled over a chair and sat down in front of her, crossing his legs. He scrutinized the angelic girl before him closely and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Seeing her shyly shake her head, he took out a cigarette.

Juanzi hesitated for a moment, then quickly went to get the lighter from the desk. She turned around and lit Erbao's cigarette, but since she had never used a lighter before, and this was a special and mysterious imported lighter, no matter how she pressed the cap, it wouldn't work. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was a lighter inlaid with a three-dimensional nude woman pattern in platinum. Instantly, Juanzi became embarrassed and shy.

At this moment, the insidious deputy director, feigning seriousness, said, "To become a qualified prosecutor, you'll encounter all sorts of difficulties during investigations. How can you possibly overlook any details?"

The initially shy Juanzi was secretly wondering how the dignified deputy director of the procuratorate could use such an obscene object.

Upon hearing these words, she realized this was also part of her assessment and immediately regretted her earlier thoughts, having almost wrongly accused the deputy director. She carefully fiddled with the unique yet obscene lighter again, but no matter how hard she tried, she still failed the deputy director's first test.

Seeing the beautiful girl sweating with anxiety, the deputy director spoke up: "Didn't you take a physiology class in college?"

He glanced at the bewildered beauty, took the lighter with the three-dimensional nude woman pattern from her hand, and explained its secret.

Apparently, this imported lighter required you to place your finger on the nude woman's protruding nipple and gently press to produce a flame from her mouth. To extinguish the flame, you needed to gently touch her genitals with your finger, and the flame would immediately disappear.

Then, the lecherous chief continued to tease the innocent Juanzi with ulterior motives. Seeing her listening intently to his obscene words, he continued, "If you want to become a qualified prosecutor, you must master all knowledge, including sex knowledge. How can you be so shy? Do you think you can be hired with this kind of behavior?..."

As Erbao teased the ignorant girl in various ways, he couldn't help but secretly observe the deputy chief of the prosecutor's office who commanded her respect. From the moment she entered the office, she had been too busy with her job search to dare to look him in the eye. It turned out that this deputy chief of the prosecutor's office, who could help her realize her life's ideal, was not very old. He had a handsome face, elegant manners, a refined temperament that made all girls swoon, and sexy lips that could charm any young woman or woman... Wasn't this the prince charming she had fallen for?

Thinking of this, a blush of girlish shyness gradually became more radiant on her beautiful cheeks. Juanzi's subtle changes in her heart could not escape the eyes of Director Erbao, a seasoned lover. He was too confident in this, because countless beautiful women had been captivated by his dashing charm and submitted to him.

Chapter 4

: Out of loyalty, I never told Juanzi the secret of Erbao's marriage (aiding and abetting evil?). That night, in her drunken haze, she didn't notice the wedding photo hanging on the bedroom wall.

She felt extremely disgusted by Erbao's barbaric and rude taking of her virginity, but Juanzi didn't hold a grudge against the man who took her virginity.

Growing up in a remote and underdeveloped area, she had always been influenced by traditional moral values. Confucius's teachings had always accompanied her—"Women are those who follow the teachings of men and grow in accordance with propriety." The subordinate status of women changed from forced resistance to conscious acceptance, and then this "three obediences and four virtues" became... The theory of virtue was deeply ingrained in Juanzi's consciousness and became a code of conduct she adhered to…

The concept of the Three Obediences and Four Virtues valued chastity more than life itself; a woman who lost her chastity was considered a source of trouble and would forever be ridiculed. Therefore, Juanzi foolishly believed that the first man she had physical contact with, the man who caused her to lose her virginity, would be her husband for life. She ignorantly believed that Erbao, whom she had only known for less than a week, who had taken away the sacred purity she had guarded for 23 years, was the man she would entrust her life to.

Juanzi helplessly accepted the fait accompli.

The few days I spent caring for Juanzi in the hospital were the most beautiful days of my life, able to… The close encounter with my dream idol filled me with immense joy. We chatted, from ideals and aspirations to the fate of life; from mainland literature to overseas cultures; from Taiwanese writer Chiung Yao to the early 19th-century French Romantic writer Victor Hugo; naturally, we talked about the immortal masterpiece *The Hunchback of Notre Dame*. We both marveled at the contrast between Quasimodo, the outwardly ugly but inwardly kind bell ringer, and Esmeralda, the innocent, beautiful, and kind-hearted Gypsy girl, sharing a common perspective on the condemnation of "evil" and the celebration of "beauty."

Seeing the confidence emanating from me, Juanzi sensed with a hint of bewilderment... Was I, just a few days ago, the insecure, obedient, and unremarkable big guy with an insecure expression, completely different from her lover, Erbao, in terms of knowledge and topics of conversation? Her handsome prince charming, Erbao, on the other hand, was vulgar, arrogant, and dissolute, indulging in a life of debauchery. In the few days they'd known each other, he'd frequently taken her to luxury hotels, nightclubs, and brothels, indulging in pornography and watching videos and magazines without any sense of responsibility—a far cry from his prestigious social standing and status as a graduate of a top university.

She couldn't help but wonder to herself... If only her beloved lover possessed the inner qualities of a great ox! At this moment, the innocent and kind-hearted Juanzi had no idea that Erbao, whom she adored, was actually just a pretty face, a handsome but empty-headed good-for-nothing, a master manipulator of women's feelings, and a scoundrel. Dreaming of becoming a uniformed prosecutor, she couldn't possibly see through the experienced, seemingly respectable man's true nature. Besides, she was already captivated by Erbao's charming and refined demeanor; as the saying goes, lovers in the throes of passion are the most foolish. She downplayed and ignored Erbao's other misdeeds.

Erbao had been calling her frequently these past few days, and she would return whenever she saw an opportunity. Hiding outside the door, I vaguely heard the lovers whispering sweet nothings inside the room: "Hehehehe...you're so naughty...hehehehe...no, I'm not blaming you, you don't need to feel guilty...really...I know you love me that's why...don't say that again...no, I want you to pick me up...no...Da Niu? He's a good person, he's very good to me...let me tell you, he's very talented...what are you saying? You mean him? How could that be?...I'm ignoring you...I love you too...then come pick me up from the hospital tomorrow...you're so naughty...you're so naughty...hehehehe..."

Juanzi, experiencing her first taste of forbidden fruit, how... He couldn't resist the allure of Erbao's sweet talk and promises, a master seducer of beautiful women. ...

The VIP ward building was practically a villa, elegant and quaint. Currently, Juanzi was the only patient in the entire building, her room located at the end of the ground floor corridor, undisturbed.

The next morning, Juanzi, already dressed neatly, kept glancing towards the door.

Around noon, the handsome, dashing, and debonair Erbao appeared at the ward door. Juanzi hesitated reservedly for a moment, a shy blush rising on her beautiful face.

At this moment, the lecherous playboy... Feigning composure and suppressing my burgeoning desire, I calmly dismissed the thug, saying, "Go and get the discharge papers sorted out."

I tactfully left the room, reluctantly closing the door behind me. Actually, the discharge papers were already done; I knew that lecherous man was going to repeat his old tricks, employing his masterful flirting techniques to ravage the pure angel in my heart.

In the corridor, I paced aimlessly, realizing Juanzi was about to leave me. A pang of sorrow gripped my heart, and I couldn't help but think of *The Hunchback of Notre Dame*, a film depicting a blood-soaked love story where justice and evil intertwined, purity and depravity coexisted…

In *The Hunchback of Notre Dame*, the captain of the guard, loved by Esmeralda, is a man of outward appearance but inner corruption. He is handsome and refined on the outside, but coarse and base at heart. Drinking and swearing are his vices, and womanizing is his proud and confident specialty. The poor Gypsy girl's love at first sight for the captain is both an emotional mistake and a trap on her path.

While escaping capture, she falls back into the clutches of her captors and dies on the gallows because of her heartfelt cries for the captain's name. Tragically and infuriatingly, the heartless captain has already forgotten her and found a new love. Quasimodo, the hunchbacked, blind, lame, and deaf hunchback of Notre Dame, silently loved Esmeralda. His love was so deep, so pure, a selfless devotion without expectation of return. ...

Although I am far uglier and more handsome than Quasimodo, compared to the dashing and debonair deputy prosecutor Erbao, I am utterly ashamed.

A toad lusting after a swan...

such vastly different unrequited love...

Thinking of this, I sadly recited the classic lines from *The Hunchback of Notre Dame*: "...Alas, what's the use of saying all this! Ugly people should not be born, beauty can only love beauty, spring ignores winter..."

...

Upon discharge, the doctor repeatedly instructed: 1. The patient still needs to take medication on time and return to the hospital for regular check-ups; 2. Do not eat spicy or irritating foods; 3. Keep the vagina clean and hygienic to avoid wound infection; 4. The patient should not have sexual intercourse for at least one month to avoid tearing the newly healed wound; ...

Acting as a porter, I followed a couple embracing into a three-bedroom, two-living room, two-bathroom suite.

The living room, bedroom, study, dining room, bathroom, fabrics, furniture, and appliances were all neatly arranged. The double bed in the bedroom was cozy and comfortable; the wardrobe was filled with a dazzling array of clothes; the refrigerator was stocked

with frozen food; an exquisite box held pearl, agate, gold, and silver jewelry; stacks of hundred-yuan bills were hidden in a safe; several bankbooks and credit cards were scattered in the cabinet… All of this was worth at least a million yuan. For Erbao, it was just a drop in the ocean. He gave it to Juanzi at the opportune moment of her discharge from the hospital, hoping to win her heart as soon as possible and completely possess her.

Erbao held the room key in Juanzi's hand with a serious air, saying, "To repay your forgiveness for my rashness, and to prove that I truly love you, from today onwards, you are the owner of this room. The deed is in the drawer." "

Is it really true? You're so kind."

Juanzi showed a mixture of trepidation and joy.

"That's nothing! From now on, as long as you behave and listen to me, you can have whatever you want. Tell me, do you love me?"

Erbao pressed.

"I...I love you!"

she said softly, shyly nestling into his arms.

"Da Niu, go prepare dinner."

At this moment, the impatient Erbao picked up Juanzi, who was nestled in his arms, and ran towards the bedroom. ...

I stood in the kitchen, feeling unsettled, sighing

and lamenting... The world we live in is filled with a multitude of beautiful and ugly things, money, temptations, power, and the powerful, permeated with the absurdity of materialism, celebrity worship, vanity, shame, disgrace, and perversion. How dull and painful our lives are! God gave us a physical body and a spiritual mind so that we could seek true beauty and enjoy the true meaning of life. The pathetic man, the pathetic woman, the pathetic Juanzi, could not escape the temptation of worldly vanity, immersed in what she considered a sweet and happy fantasy.

Looking at the closed bedroom door not far away, I felt a deep sense of desolation as I cooked. I lamented my incompetence and poverty, my humble origins, and fantasized about what it would be like if I were born into wealth and had a handsome face. Would the man in that bedroom be me? The harsh reality was staring me in the face. Who could possess millions in assets? Who could be born into a high-ranking family? And how many men were truly handsome and dashing? Only men like Erbao.

The couple in the bedroom must be a match made in heaven. ...

Familiar with housework, I quickly finished cooking dinner and waited anxiously for the couple to come out for their meal.

Idly imagining the scene in the bedroom, I unconsciously walked to the door and couldn't help but eavesdrop on the sounds inside.

"Tsk...tsk tsk...tsk tsk tsk..."

Clear kissing sounds...

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Heavy moans...

"Ah...ah ah...ah ah ah..."

Depressed panting...

I involuntarily pulled out my throbbing penis and, along with the moans inside, began to stroke it back and forth.

"Ah...no...how could you...the doctor said you can't..."

A few angry cries rang out.

"Oh, I almost forgot...ha...look, baby, the sheets are all wet under your butt...so lewd...tell me if it feels good or not..."

"Mmm..."

Hearing this, my semen erupted...

milky white semen slowly flowed down the bedroom door...

I collapsed at the doorway...

just as I was wiping the dirty evidence off the door, the bedroom door suddenly opened...

the man looked at me with disdain...

the woman gasped in surprise...

"Toad...poor and ugly...a born scoundrel...shameless and vulgar...you'll never find a wife..."

Erbao scolded.

Seeing my pitiful, terrified appearance, kind Juanzi smiled: "Brother Daniu, a good man like you will definitely have a girl who loves you."

...

Men these days are probably getting more and more promiscuous! They never hide their desire for beautiful women. Sex and food are human nature, and it's not something to be demanded of.

On my way back to my single dormitory, my mind kept churning: the beauty and ugliness, good and evil of *The Hunchback of Notre Dame*... the beautiful Esmeralda... the handsome and refined captain of the guard who flirted with women... the ugly, lowly bell-ringer Quasimodo...

a song lyric goes, "Out of ten men, seven are fools, eight are dull, nine are bad, and one is loved by everyone..."

In Juanzi's heart, Erbao and I already had our place.

Chapter 5

For the next twenty days, I worked desperately, trying to forget the tender moments between Erbao and Juanzi, vainly hoping to create a better tomorrow like Erbao's through my own hard work.

One late night, a series of urgent rings woke me from my sleep. I opened my eyes groggily; it was the mayor's house number.

An ominous ring. ...

When I appeared breathlessly at the door of the mayor's villa, the room was filled with a tense and fearful atmosphere.

The anxious mayor paced back and forth on the thick plush carpet…

Erbao's mother, her eyes red and swollen, curled up on the sofa, constantly blowing her nose…

It turned out that Erbao and Juanzi had been kidnapped. The kidnapper was the husband of a young woman who had been sexually assaulted by the mayor for a long time and had committed suicide out of shame. Around 11 p.m., the mayor's family received a phone call from a stranger. The man said that Erbao and his mistress had been kidnapped by him, and he had some evidence that was extremely damaging to the mayor. He demanded that the mayor personally bring a letter and a CD to room XX, floor XX, building XX, XXX Garden, in exchange for the evidence and the lives of Erbao and his mistress. The caller also said that only the mayor was allowed to go alone; he was not allowed to call the police; he was not allowed to… He was required to arrive before midnight. Otherwise, he could come and collect their bodies! Erbao's terrified cries for help could be faintly heard on the phone.

"That shameless old man, I've heard so much about you... Why am I so unlucky, boohoo..."

Seeing the tears of the second child's mother, I couldn't help but feel sorry for this woman who didn't even like me.

Women have always been the weaker sex, especially in the dirty corners of this civilized society, where women are often seen as appendages of men. "Everyone only sees the new bride laughing, but few hear the old bride crying."

So suspicion, worry, anger, helplessness, and jealousy were truly written on this woman's face.

"Uncle, there's not much time left, so hurry up and give him the letter and the CD, that'll be fine."

I said anxiously.

"Sigh! I..."

the mayor said dejectedly.

"If he dared to go, would he have called you here? Does he have the guts? He dares to do such a heinous thing, yet he doesn't have the courage... What a tragedy! What retribution! Boohoo..."

The second child's mother cried, snot and tears streaming down her face.

"Stop crying!"

the mayor said impatiently, then pleaded with me, "Child, your uncle has always treated you well, hasn't he? Please go for me, I..."

"Uncle, Auntie, don't worry, I'll go,"

I said without hesitation.

"Good child, Erbao's life depends on you..."

Erbao's mother immediately stopped crying.

"Alright! I didn't raise you for nothing, Da Niu. You have to try your best to meet the kidnapper's demands. Here's one million yuan and what he wants. Give it to him, and you'll definitely get back the evidence. Please, Uncle will definitely treat you well from now on..."

The mayor said, handing me a black leather bag.

I hurriedly went to the door of Er Bao and Juan Zi's room and knocked using the pre-arranged code from the phone. The person inside said, "Hold your head and get in..."

I pushed the door open and saw Er Bao and Juan Zi, naked, cowering on the sofa in the living room, their hands tied behind their backs. Er Bao had a homemade explosive pack strapped to his waist. A cold-looking man in his thirties with a crew cut looked at me warily, holding the remote control for the explosive pack in one hand and a pistol in the other, the barrel pointed directly at me in the doorway.

"You?... Who are you? Why didn't that beastly mayor come? How dare he play me?..."

the cold-looking man shouted angrily, shaking the pistol as he spoke.

"Wait a minute, don't get agitated, we can talk things over slowly,"

I quickly said.

The cold-blooded man hysterically said, "Looks like I have to get serious."

He pointed the pistol at Erbao's temple.

Erbao pleaded in terror, "Brother, Grandpa, spare me, don't kill me, waah..."

Juanzi, trembling with fear, stood beside him.

"I've brought you what you wanted, and I'll give you back one million yuan. What do you want?"

I said calmly and respectfully.

"Didn't that beast tell you? Why doesn't this wolf in sheep's clothing dare to come?"

the cold-blooded man said, almost frantically.

"He wants me to exchange this letter and CD for those two and some kind of evidence. And he'll give you a considerable sum of money."

I said earnestly, handing him the bag. "I think we should just let this go. The mayor definitely won't bother you afterwards."

"Damn! Let it go? You make it sound so easy. Look at this! If it were you, would you let it go?" The

agitated, cold man pulled a letter and a box from his pocket and slammed them on the coffee table. He then ordered me, "Don't try anything funny. Slowly put the bag down, hands behind your back."

I glanced at the remote control in his hand and had no choice but to do as he said. I was tied up and pushed to the other side of the sofa, where a letter labeled "Suicide Note" came into view. ...

"Suicide Note"—My dearest husband: By the time you read this letter, I will have already left you, gone forever.

I truly cannot bear to leave you; I cannot bear to leave you, my classmate of many years, who shared both joy and sorrow with me; I cannot bear to leave our innocent and lovely children. However, fate is cruel. It forces me to leave you for another world.

How unfair fate is! Since I was transferred here, the hypocritical mayor has harassed me repeatedly. Cowardly and afraid of trouble, I didn't dare utter a sound. Seeing my weakness and vulnerability, he became even more brazen. I didn't have the courage to tell you all this, fearing that your fiery temper might lead to someone's death.

Do you remember? It was New Year's Eve two years ago. It was my turn to be on duty with the mayor, so I couldn't go back to my mother-in-law's house with you and the children. You blamed me for it for a long time. Actually, the mayor had arranged the Spring Festival duty roster beforehand. That night, after dinner, I felt drowsy and very sleepy. I didn't even finish watching the CCTV Spring Festival Gala before I knew nothing more. It turned out that the hypocritical mayor had drugged my food. That beast broke into the duty room and raped me.

I felt that cold night was longer than any other day. When I, filled with grief and hatred, said I would report him, that beast arrogantly said that he was the supreme ruler here, and no one dared to offend him. Then, he showed me a letter of repentance. It read, "...I seduced him with my body to get a certain position, and then coerced him..." The handwriting was mine!

Good heavens! That was what I did when I was under the influence of drugs, when the devil manipulated my will like a puppet, acting in a daze. It wasn't the truth, it was an illusion, a deception! I can't explain myself no matter what! Husband, do you believe me? Heavens, only God knows the truth.

I'm desperate. I want to die. To leave this place, this filthy world, this inescapable devil, carrying this shame and the wounds in my heart. But...but...I don't want to leave you, my husband, I don't want to leave our home, and I can't bear to leave our child.

The next day, the second day of the Lunar New Year, I fell ill and was bedridden. Actually, the illness was caused by the severe physical and mental torment I had suffered. Husband, you didn't know the truth then, and you took such good care of me. Whenever I see your exhausted face, kept in the dark, tears of shame and humiliation well up and soak my pillow. I will never forget your kindness, even in the afterlife.

Please forgive me, my husband! Forgive me for not telling you the truth. Do you know what chastity means to a woman? You can't understand the feeling of a woman losing her virginity. How unbearable it is to speak of!

Do you remember? After the Spring Festival, when you saw me delaying going to work, you tried to persuade me, saying: "Cherish this hard-won job, your future is bright, listen to your boss." You, kept in the dark, had no idea that your so-called boss was a beast in human form, a scoundrel, a rogue, a lecher. The reason I went to work was because I received a threatening phone call from that beast. He shamelessly said that if I didn't comply, he would first submit my letter of repentance and the CD to the disciplinary department, then frame you for something fabricated and throw us both in jail. He also said that if I displeased him, he was capable of anything.

I was terrified by his threats. For you, for our family, I had no choice but to give in. After that, he often used this to blackmail me, and his abuse of me intensified.

Because I frequently worked night shifts, you suspected and doubted me. Now you understand, right? It was all for you, to prevent you from being hurt, to ensure the children didn't lose their parents, and to protect our now-defunct reputation.

Every time I left, you would open the door for me, watching me leave with concerned eyes. I dared not look back into your gentle, caring eyes, but do you know? You deeply love your wife, and you are about to face the ravages of that beast; you are about to endure the torment of that animal; you are about to suffer the humiliation of that devil.

Do you remember that day? It was our child's fifth birthday, and you were away on a business trip. I promised our child that we would blow out the candles together that night and make a wish together. But I didn't keep my promise. That beast was unmoved by my desperate pleas, and only released me after satisfying his lust.

When I dragged my exhausted body home, my poor child was already asleep on the table. Seeing the tear-streaked face of disappointment on his adorable features, my heart broke. In his sleep, he murmured, "Mommy, I'll be good, I can't sleep... I want to cut the cake with Mommy, together..."

I hugged my sleeping child tightly, repeatedly telling him, "Mommy's back, Mommy's bad, Mommy's cutting the cake for you

right now." My heart was breaking; I couldn't hold back my tears and burst into sobs. Husband, please tell our child that he will always be my precious child, and I will always love him. Please ask him to forgive his helpless mother.

I have begged him to let me go more than once, pleading for him to return the humiliating letter of repentance and the CD. That scoundrel shamelessly wants me to be his lifelong sex slave. Husband, I simply cannot bear this hellish life, this devilish torture. I am beyond tears, in unbearable pain! That devil's bestial acts are beyond description.

A few days ago, I thought of suicide. Only death could free me from the unbearable humiliation and torment; only death could end the endless nightmare as soon as possible. But then I discovered I was pregnant, and I knew in my heart that this was the devil's bastard child.

This struck me like a bolt from the blue, nearly driving me mad. But this was also my only chance to gather evidence; the time for revenge had arrived. Those harrowing, unbearable days were over. Today was the most exhilarating day of my life. After slapping that beast across the face, I resolutely left that den of iniquity that had brought me humiliation, without even glancing at the astonished expression on my aching, ugly face.

That devil certainly never imagined that I, his obedient slave, would dare to be so bold today.

Husband, the cassette tape with this suicide note contains my accusations against that beast in human clothing, along with the DNA paternity test results for the bastard child I received at the hospital this morning. You must preserve this evidence. When the time is right, use it to sue that beast, to give him a fair trial, to punish him as he deserves, and to comfort my soul in heaven. Now is not the time for revenge. How can an ordinary citizen like us bring down a mayor who wields such power? We must patiently wait for the right opportunity and not act rashly. Remember! Remember!

Actually, I don't want to die, I don't want to leave you, but, my dear husband, I simply can't bear that devil's torment, I can't bear that perverse torture. I'm truly beyond tears. For most people, the preciousness of life and the beauty of living may go unnoticed. But for someone whose mind and body have been severely ravaged and who is determined to die, life is so precious and alluring! At this moment, I feel completely like an outsider, observing people's happy, beautiful, and peaceful lives through the eyes of someone from another world. I envy human friendship and joy; I yearn for human kinship and love; I long for the majestic and beautiful mountains and rivers; I long for the sunrises and sunsets on the earth; I long for every blade of grass and every tree.

My dear husband: don't blame me, how reluctant I am to leave you! You are so good. You care for me and love me like an older brother, you understand and cherish me so much, you give me boundless warmth.

One day, when I went to the prosecutor's office with a sliver of hope to expose him, the person who received me was that devil's son! Oh my god! I truly don't understand, what kind of people is the People's Procuratorate trying to save? Why are victims always victims? Why must the victims bear all the brunt of social inequality? This last glimmer of hope for survival has vanished; only death awaits me. I am even more desperate.

A few days before I decided to leave this world, I discovered that the mayor was eyeing a pure and quiet college graduate, recently out of school. He shamelessly demanded that I become his accomplice; if I refused, he would use me as a scapegoat, fabricating charges against me and throwing me in jail. He even threatened: "None of you can escape; this small territory is his domain, and he calls the shots." Thinking of you, I was filled with fear, and I yielded.

I truly cherish life; I cherish the joyful times we shared. I spent countless days weeping, countless nights tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I had no one to turn to for help, no way to survive. The thought of death terrifies me, and I hesitate to make the decision. The thought of death also fills me with fear that after I die, that beast will again reach out his claws to you, to even more innocent and vulnerable people.

My dear husband, please don't blame me, don't blame me for leaving you and the children. From now on, the burden of raising the children will fall solely on your shoulders. Raise them well, nurture them into useful members of society. Please! I will be grateful to you even in the afterlife. If there is an afterlife, I still want to be your wife.

My husband, I am leaving now. I wish you and the children health, joy, and happiness. May you enjoy life to the fullest! Forget me, forget me forever! Do not let me leave any shadow in your hearts.

Your forever loving wife, [Date]…

After reading this heartbreaking and tear-jerking "last letter," I was immediately overcome with grief and tears, my soul deeply shaken. I never imagined that my respected uncle, the mayor of a city whom I was so grateful to for raising me, would turn out to be a hypocritical, two-faced, and utterly despicable devil. This competitive, restless, ugly, and deceitful society has left me bewildered, confused, disappointed, helpless, and at a loss…

Just as I was feeling indignant about the cruel man and his poor wife's plight, the cruel man finished reading his wife's humiliating letter of repentance and the accompanying video. His angry face was filled with humiliation, hatred, and murderous intent. He furiously smashed the 65-inch plasma television, which was still playing images of his wife's shameful behavior, and stormed towards Erbao.

With a scream, Erbao was covered in bruises.

Juanzi watched, her face pale, her naked body trembling with terror.

"Blood debts must be repaid with blood... the sins of the father must be paid by the son... blame your old bastard... I'll cripple you first..."

The almost crazed, cold-blooded man pulled out a chilling dagger and pressed it against Erbao's throat.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Erbao stared wide-eyed at the dagger, trembling all over, so frightened that he even urinated.

"Stop!"

I said calmly and cleverly, "I sympathize with your situation and understand how you feel right now. You don't look like a criminal. Whoever did it should bear the consequences themselves. Don't hurt innocent people. Calm down, otherwise you'll only make things worse. Isn't that right?"

The cold-blooded man had felt some goodwill towards me after seeing me shed tears of sympathy after reading his wife's "suicide note." After hearing my advice, he calmed down a little. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Alright, only one of you can go and call that old bastard. If there's no movement within twenty minutes, I'll take this place down with me. Which of you three will leave?"

Before he finished speaking, Erbao, Juanzi, and I looked at each other, and then almost simultaneously said, "Let Juanzi go!"

I looked at Juanzi…

"Let Erbao go!"

Juanzi looked at Erbao with deep affection and concern…

"Let me go!"

Erbao's face revealed a cowardly, selfish, and despicable expression. He immediately knelt before the cold-blooded man, kowtowing repeatedly and pleading, "Let me leave! I don't want to die! Just let me leave, and I'll give you everything I have—money, beautiful women…"

Seeing Erbao's vile and despicable face, the cold-blooded man's lips curled into a vengeful smile. He lewdly laughed, "Haha… beautiful women? You mean your lover named Juanzi? You lowly bastard. Haha…"

He then lewdly gazed at the naked, sexy, and beautiful Juanzi.

Seeing the cold-blooded man's obscene gaze on Juanzi, Erbao, revealing his ugly side, bowed and scraped, fawning, "If you let me leave, she's yours."

Juanzi watched Erbao's retreating figure without looking back, overwhelmed with sorrow and grief, tears streaming down her face, tears of disappointment and heartbreak.

I didn't see Erbao's disgusted back, but seeing Juanzi's concerned expression towards Erbao, a deep sorrow welled up inside me…

It turned out that Juanzi and Erbao, not fully recovered from their illness, had just fallen asleep when they suddenly heard some noise in the living room. Before they could even get up, the door was kicked open with a bang, and a strong beam of flashlight blinded them.

"Don't move! Or you'll be killed!"

With a chilling growl, a cold dagger was already pressed against Erbao's neck. Never expecting anyone to dare provoke him, the usually arrogant Erbao was now trembling like a leaf, his handsome face contorted in horror. The assailant turned on the light, and Erbao and Juanzi saw that it was a cold-blooded man. The cold-blooded man swiftly took a rope from his waist and tied them together, simultaneously finding the pistol Erbao was carrying.

The cold-blooded man, whose emotions were highly volatile, didn't lay a hand on Juanzi; he simply prevented us from speaking, silently contemplating something while vigilantly watching us.

Twenty minutes passed, then thirty minutes…

The cold man grew increasingly anxious.

"Beep… Beep…"

A distant siren wailed, followed by hurried footsteps on the stairs.

The cold-blooded man desperately reached for the remote control, shouting, "Wife, I'm here too!"

The explosive charge, now attached to Erbao, was beside Juanzi.

The atmosphere suddenly tensed.

"Danger! Juanzi, get out of here!"

In a flash, I leaped forward, lunging at the explosive charge, willing to sacrifice myself for the life of Esmeralda.

Juanzi froze, tears of gratitude streaming down her face.

Then, the vicious man pressed the button.

Looking at Juanzi's grateful tears, I smiled contentedly, waiting for the explosive charge to detonate. ...

But the explosive charge didn't explode.

Enraged, the man immediately pointed his gun at Juanzi, who was fleeing towards the door in a panic.

I immediately charged at the cold-blooded man without hesitation.

With a "bang," I felt as if I'd been struck hard in the abdomen.

I endured the excruciating pain and continued my charge.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, a bullet pierced my head, and then I knew nothing more.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/62642.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=62642&aspx=1

Previous Page : [Urban] Lustful and Alluring Love (Complete) - 19

Next Page : [Urban] Lustful and Alluring Love (Complete) - 21

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[Urban] Lustful and Alluring Love (Complete) - 20

comment Open a new window to view comments