The Prostitute's Road of No Return

The Prostitute's Road of No Return
, Part 1: My University. The Wuhan subway was always so crowded. I felt like my bra was about to burst out. I don't know which sleazy guy pinched my butt so hard when he got on. I really wanted to curse him out, but I couldn't. No money meant I had to squeeze through the crowds, and being groped on the subway was normal.

After more than ten stops, I finally arrived at Qiaokou Road Station. I got off the subway and dragged my tired body forward. I bought a chive pancake and ate some cold noodles. It was so hot. Looking at the iced drinks on the street, I really wanted to gulp down several bottles, but I couldn't. I had to save money; I couldn't ask my family for money after graduation.

I walked back to school. Our school was tiny. The boys joked that if you just kicked the soccer ball anywhere on the field, it would fly out of the school grounds. They said even a decent elementary school was a whole size bigger than ours.

My dorm was near a nine-story old building on the south side of the school. Even the windows were iron bars from the 90s, not even aluminum alloy. Every time I walked into this campus, into this dorm, smelling the stench from the communal toilets, and thinking about my ninth-floor dorm, I felt like I wanted to die.

The ninth floor was full of third-year graduates; there were hardly any people left. Only the two of us were left in our dorm. I pushed open the door. "Xiaoying's back. How was your day?" Miao Miao spoke, shirtless, watching "Empresses in the Palace" on her Apple computer while chatting. The floor was a mess; that brat had wreaked havoc in the dorm all day!

"You slut, can't you tidy up the room? I'm exhausted from looking for a job every day, and when I come back, I have to clean up your room like I'm serving an ancestor. Don't you have any conscience?" I scolded, picking up the bottle of orange juice she had left on the table.

"Tch, who the hell told you to go find a job? With our lousy major, you wouldn't even be hired to clean toilets at the job market. What kind of Wuhan Design Institute is this? It's just a migrant worker's school. At best, you'll become a decorator after graduation. Look at the guys in our school, they all look like idiots. If I'd known it would be like this, I would have preferred to go to Lanxiang Technical School." Miao Miao spat sunflower seed shells on the ground and said.

I leaned weakly against the bed, rubbing my temples: "Alright, if you're not doing well in your studies, don't complain about these things. If you scored 600 on the college entrance exam..." "If you get so many points, who would still come to this school? And Miao Miao, even if you look down on the boys at our school, you can't just mess around with those losers from Wuhan University. Do you know what your classmates call you? They call you 'bus'."

Miao Miao scoffed indifferently, "I'm a bus, I'm a subway, I'm a train, I even put his dad in there! I'm willing, I just like playing with these stupid men. I just have a high sex drive, so what? One isn't enough for me? I also want to talk to you. What have you been doing for the past three years? Besides attending the student council, all you've done is study, study, what's the use? You graduated from university and you're still an old maid. What a waste of your figure and face! You can't even find a job that pays 1,500. Take Hua, whom I met the other day..." "Bro, he's incredibly rich, worth millions. I introduced him to you and you didn't even want him. You

should take better care of yourself, don't look like a haggard old woman in your early twenties. Do you really have to find some tall, handsome oppa?" I was speechless. That Hua Ge was a complete idiot. I just couldn't accept it. During my three years of college, Miao Miao was my best friend. Although we had very different personalities, I still enjoyed hearing this slut talk about her scandalous affairs, like how this guy had a big penis, that guy had a great tongue, and how so-and-so's family was rich, etc. She said that she didn't go to college to study, but to meet more men and understand men better. The thing she said most often was that men only value a woman's sex, so you have to use your sex to get more money.

I suggested she just go out and sell herself, and she said she was already selling herself, just at a higher level and charging more.

I ignored her. This argument had been going on for three years, always a tit-for-tat, but I knew deep down I was slowly starting to crumble. The world truly laughs at poverty but not prostitution. My classmates might occasionally tease Miao Miao, but sometimes they genuinely looked down on me because I was poor. I wore clothes from the night market costing ten-odd yuan, and my meals never exceeded six yuan a night, except for… Miao Miao's sponsorship meant I never attended class reunions. My only cosmetic was a white porcelain bottle of Da Youyi (a brand of cosmetics), and even my underwear was old, faded and yellowed from washing. This was partly why I didn't have a girlfriend in college. Although most guys only care about your looks, if you're too poor, even average guys won't pay attention to you because they'd rather find a girl with slightly better conditions and average looks. College is like the real world.

I put aside my thoughts and started tidying up the room, while she scratched her bottom with her little hands, then picked up some potato chips from the table and put them in her mouth, continuing to watch her "Empresses in the Palace." I really don't know how this girl grew up. I've never seen her wash her underwear; she basically wore it for a week and then threw it away. If she hadn't had time to buy new ones, she'd just turn it inside out and continue wearing it.

In my opinion, Miao Miao is a legend. She stopped asking her family for money when she started junior high school, and by high school she was already going to hotels with other men. Although I've never seen her have any savings, she can buy anything she wants without batting an eye. Look at this Armani business suit I'm wearing; she got it from some rich guy last month, I don't know which one. At least she calls all men rich guys.

"I planted orchids on campus..." Her phone rang. Every time I hear that ringtone, I think it's so jarring. Such a flirtatious person using such a simple ringtone—she's definitely pretending to be innocent.

"Hello? Oh, it's Brother Dao. I'm working on my resume right now... Well, I just graduated, so I need to hurry up and find a job...

I've been out all day...

Oh dear! You said you'd be my secretary at your company? How could I possibly go to your company...

You wanted to treat me to dinner tonight

... Well... I just got to school...

I haven't even showered yet, so... Okay... I can't drink... Um... Bye-bye." Miao Miao hung up the phone. I was speechless. This girl was pretending to be innocent again. I took off her Armani business suit, which she quickly put on, grabbed her bag, and headed out.

"Miao Miao... stop gambling," I said, watching her leave.

"Silly girl," she laughed as she ran out. I knew that when she received a call like this, she usually wouldn't be back for at least three or four days.

I lay quietly in bed, eating the potato chips Miao Miao had left over. I noticed a pubic hair on one of the chips. I blew it off and continued eating. That's human nature. Before, I would have definitely thrown up, but now, if I were really hungry, I would eat it even with the pubic hair in it. I looked at the poster of Daniel Wu on my bedside table. He's my favorite male star. What woman doesn't have romantic feelings? They just don't show them. I also wanted to date in college, but I didn't have time. More importantly, no good guys pursued me, not even average ones.

I came from the mountains. Although I went to a junior college, I was the only one in our village to do so. To pay for my university education, my father sold his only water buffalo. So I had to find a job, but it's been two months since I graduated. If it weren't for the school taking care of us graduates, I'd probably be sleeping on the streets. I opened my wallet; there was still 34.5 yuan inside.

"Ring ring." The phone rang. This Samsung phone was given to me by Miao Miao when she no longer needed it.

"Hello? Dad." I answered the phone. It was my dad calling from my fifth aunt's house because we didn't have a phone at home; our village didn't even have cell phone signal.

"Xiaoying, how's work lately?"

"Great, everything's going smoothly, and my colleagues are really nice to me."

"That's good, that's good. Ah, it's better than being at home..."

"Dad, is something wrong?"

"No, just calling to check on you... okay?"

"If there's something, just say it, Dad."

"Hmm. Li Si's daughter from Nancun has grown up. Someone has arranged marriages for her, and she's agreed to all of them. But nowadays, all the girls want to leave this mountain valley and don't want to stay in Minjiaping. But I don't have the money to buy a house in the county. Sigh, I had to cancel the marriage."

"No, Dad, my brother is grown up too. How much... how much money does he need?" "

150,000. Your brother has earned some money doing carpentry in the county these past two years, 50,000. But we still don't have 100,000 left. Even if we sold our old bones, it wouldn't be enough. The other party also wants a bride price, but your brother doesn't agree to that. Besides, your sister has only just started junior high school."

"Oh, I see. Dad, don't get upset. My brother is so capable, there will always be good girls interested in him. I'll think of something." I said softly. My brother is two years younger than me, but he is very sensible. He paid for my living expenses when I was in college. My brother once loved a girl, and she loved him too, but in the end, she married someone else because of the tens of thousands of yuan dowry. My brother was very sad, but he never complained.

As for my younger sister who is in junior high school, she is my stepmother's daughter. My mother passed away when I was thirteen, leaving my brother and me. Later, because my stepmother was honest, my father married her. Although she is very good to us, she is just an ordinary rural woman. All she can give is care for my father.

I wiped away my tears, stood up, and looked at myself in the mirror. This large mirror was brought back by Miao Miao. The girl in the mirror had a well-proportioned figure, firm breasts, and long, flowing hair tied in a ponytail. She wore a white bra, and her breasts seemed about to burst out. Yes, I really am beautiful.

I shook my head with a wry smile. Miao Miao's computer was still on, so I continued watching *Empresses in the Palace*. Palace intrigue and bloodshed—it was just a story of a few women who were bored and had nothing better to do than vent their frustrations over a man. And I was just a small, insignificant woman who could barely afford to eat. It seemed utterly meaningless.

I started to think about my brother's situation, and finally I picked up the phone. I wanted to borrow money from Miao Miao, maybe he could help. "What? You need 100,000 yuan? Damn, that's difficult. I don't have any. I just lost 30,000 yuan a few days ago, and I can't help you borrow from anyone else. The people I know are all loan sharks. If you borrow money like that, you'll be kidnapped and forced into prostitution. Forget it, this is the first time you, this old maid, have asked me for money. I'll think of a way for you. We'll talk about it when I get back."

The next day at noon, Miao Miao came back and asked me what happened. I briefly explained the situation and asked her to think of a solution. Of course, she didn't have any money; she had gone to the gambling den to gamble with the little money she had.

Miao Miao was naturally aware of my family's circumstances and knew about my brother's situation. She bit her lip, her beautiful and charming face unusually serious, and finally lit a cigarette.

"...I...I can go..." I felt like I couldn't even hear my own voice. This was the last thing I'd thought about all night.

"You can become a mistress." Miao Miao said, smoking a cigarette. She paused for a moment. Actually, she wasn't being too direct. What mistress? It meant prostitution.

"You'd better think this through, Min Xiaoying. You'd better not regret it. Don't be fooled by how I always introduce you to this person and that person. I really don't want you to end up like me. Most of those high-ranking officials and big businessmen are just playing around. Very few will actually make you their mistress. Even if they do, there are countless sluts vying for you. You won't get a chance." Miao Miao said this seriously for the first time.

"But I really need money." Yes, it's been more than half a year since I graduated, including my internship, and I've been looking for a job for more than two months. I've already given up hope.

"Okay, make as much money as you can while you're still pretty. Yesterday I met a guy named Xin who knows a lot of bosses and government officials. These people all keep mistresses. I'll have him find you a reliable one. If you're suitable, I'll give you a hundred or two hundred thousand, no problem. Besides, you're still a virgin. You... if you're willing, you can go to Wuhan University and find a handsome guy to deflower you."

I nodded, then shook my head. I hadn't thought about finding any handsome guy. Maybe my virginity could fetch a good price. Since I wanted to take this step, why should I care if I was a virgin or not? Besides, the man I liked was nowhere to be found now. I hadn't seen him since graduating from high school.

Actually, Miao Miao is now a high-class prostitute, but she doesn't care at all. What mistress? It's just that others pay us to buy our bodies. Although this matter seems sudden, I've actually been thinking about it for a long time. My brother's matter is just a trigger.

Second, the first night

was uneventful again. That night, Miao Miao went out again, but she didn't come back the next day. It wasn't until the third day that I received a call from her, asking me to come to the school gate and say that someone would pick me up. I knew what I was going to do when I went out. I quickly washed up, changed into new underwear, put on a t-shirt and a blue skirt, and went out.

It was a Cayenne. I sat in the back seat, clutching my dress, feeling incredibly nervous. The luxury car headed towards the suburbs, crossing the Han River. Our bedroom had a view of the Han River; north of the river was a villa district. The car entered a villa area called Hanshui Huating and stopped beside a very large villa.

"Get out, come with me," the driver said casually. The

driver and I entered the villa. It was huge, with a yard full of rare flowers and plants, as well as some large trees whose names I didn't know. The interior was incredibly luxurious. I believed that any piece of furniture from here would be enough for my brother's wedding.

We went up to the second floor and found Miao Miao in a large room. It was a huge bedroom, ridiculously large, with a snow-white carpet covering the entire room. On the right side of the room was a large bed, at least three or four meters long and wide, covered with a snow-white sheet made of some kind of fur. On the bed were a naked man and woman making love. The woman was slender yet incredibly voluptuous, with snow-white skin, short hair, and affectionate eyes. It was Miao Miao. The man was tall, with a buzz cut and a scar on his face, and he was thrusting into Miao Miao's lower body with all his might.

To the left of the large bed was a large wooden table. Two men sat facing each other: one slightly overweight and bald, the other with a long face and a large chin. Both were naked and playing chess. Inside the wooden table was a huge bathtub, or rather, a large pool. The pool was inlaid with pale green jade, reflecting the clear water and giving it a crystal-clear appearance. It's said that Yang Guifei used such a jade bathtub. The rich have it good!

As I entered, all four looked over. Miao Miao blushed and turned her face away. The man on top of her glanced at me but continued thrusting, finally letting out a loud roar—clearly, he had climaxed.

By this time, the driver had already gone downstairs, and there were only the five of us in the room. The man on the bed got off the bed and walked towards me naked. His big, dark thing was already soft, but it was still so big. Although I had never seen a man's thing in person, I had certainly seen plenty in the pornographic movies that Miao Miao showed me. I lowered my head, grabbed the hem of my skirt, and didn't move or say anything. I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

The man approached me, cupped my chin with his right hand, examined me from left to right, then looked at my chest, buttocks, and thighs. He didn't touch anywhere else. "I heard from Xiao Miao that you urgently need money."

"Yes."

"One hundred thousand. We'll split any future profits according to the rules, but from now on you're part of my club. You can only leave when I say you're leaving." "

..." I didn't answer, just stood there blankly, my gaze constantly drifting downwards. I didn't know why—maybe fear, maybe shame, maybe excitement—but I knew my path of no return had begun.

At this moment, the two men playing chess also came over. The bald man directly put his hand inside my skirt, caressing my inner thigh, then sniffed around me and nodded.

"Not bad, girl. You still have that virgin scent. Haha, although Third Brother said 100,000, I'll give you more because you've done well. Here's the money so you don't have to worry about anything." The bald man said, taking out a bundle of money from a bag by the door. It wasn't bundled in bundles of 10,000, but ten 10,000 bills tied together with rope. I'd only ever seen money like this in banks, but I'd never touched money packaged like this before. He handed the money to me directly. It was heavy. The bald man smiled and went back to the big table to continue playing chess with the horse-faced man.

I sat down on a nearby bench, my hands trembling as I stuffed the money into my leather bag containing a few dollars. I tried to calm myself down. One hundred thousand—I'd never handled so much money in my life. Just then, Miao Miao came over, wearing only a bath towel.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

"I'm fine, thank you. I should be thanking you for this money," I said with a smile. "

Let's go get some food. Hua said you'll have to pay back my brother and the others tonight," Miao Miao said.

The food here was quite elegant, with both Chinese and Western chefs to serve you. I ordered a red wine foie gras and a steak. It was the first time I'd ever had both dishes, so I enjoyed it very much.

Time flew by. My first man was that bald guy. He didn't have a name; everyone here called him Big Brother. The horse-faced man was Second Brother, and Brother Hua was Third Brother.

It was the same room where Brother Hua and Miao Miao slept together, the same big bed. This time, however, I was the one lying on the bed. The bald guy handed me a drink: "Drink this. You're a virgin. I'm afraid you can't handle it; it's

an aphrodisiac." My face flushed, but I still drank the drink in the bottle. It tasted like Red Bull. Then the bald guy pushed me onto the bed, while the other two men got into the bathtub and started soaking. Miao Miao was scrubbing their backs. I couldn't accept having sex under other people's gaze, but I had to.

Is this what a prostitute's life is like? I closed my eyes. Since I'd already sold myself for money, why bother with all this? The man slowly unbuttoned my shirt, took off my skirt, and then my bra, sticking out his tongue.

"Mmm," I groaned. It was so itchy. The feeling of having my breasts in his mouth was enough to drive any woman ecstatic. I writhed, and his other hand caressed my other breast. The feeling was wonderful. I felt the aphrodisiac taking effect; my breasts grew larger and became firmer.

He licked my entire body with his tongue, then licked my genitals. It was so wet down there, already very wet, but he didn't care, he kept licking relentlessly. I felt like I was on fire, moaning desperately. It felt like being drunk—knowing what was happening, but unable to control my body.

He spread my legs, his large, dark thing aimed at my genitals. It was huge and thick.

"Sss!" I flinched, clearly feeling that warm, large thing enter my body. It hurt, but I didn't scream. He kissed my neck and ears, then began thrusting relentlessly. I felt that large, dark thing almost penetrate my abdomen, and I made soft, whimpering sounds.

My vagina was warm inside, and I could clearly feel the huge thing moving back and forth. I tried my best to respond, hugging him tightly, and he hugged me tightly too. I could hardly breathe, but I liked it. I changed positions a few more times as he asked. I was clumsy, but he said that all virgins are like that and need to be trained slowly. He said that sex is just a man trying his best to ravage a woman's body.

I felt a heat inside my vagina, and a thick liquid entered my body. He ejaculated, and I also orgasmed. My vagina contracted, and my uterus convulsed. It was the first time I had been penetrated and ejaculated into. It was really different. Because of the aphrodisiac, I didn't feel any pain, but rather an inexplicable pleasure.

Then the second brother came up. He wasn't as gentle as the bald guy. He grabbed my head and shoved his huge penis into my mouth. It was huge, smelly, and made it hard to breathe.

That huge penis was almost deep into my throat. I felt like it was going into my stomach. It smelled so bad and I wanted to vomit, but I instinctively opened my mouth wide so he could go in even deeper. He thrust in and out without any mercy. I just gagged and tried to wrap my tongue around that huge penis to stop it from going in so deep, but that big thing still went in that deep. I let out muffled moans and heavy breathing from deep in my throat.

I was indeed a slut, but I hadn't had the chance to be wanton before. I twisted my hips desperately and made a sound like a bitch. Hua Ge came over too. He inserted his penis into my anus, and it felt like an intense urge to defecate. His two testicles kept pounding against my jaw as they throbbed, and my saliva dripped down their shaft onto the bed.

Finally, a foul-smelling liquid went deep into my throat, and I swallowed it all without resistance. I didn't vomit, only a few mouthfuls of his pubic hair. I was

so tired that night; I felt completely exhausted. It turns out I'd wasted the past twenty-odd years. This is what a woman is like. Even though I'm a prostitute now, these three were my first clients, and my bosses.

III. The Life of Prostitutes

South of the Han River, along the shores of Moshui Lake and beside Hanyang Avenue, lies a wealthy area and a district of high-end clubs. Every night, luxury cars arrive and depart from these clubs, carrying high-ranking officials, tycoons, or shady tycoons, who embrace and ride on the backs of alluring girls.

This is no ordinary red-light district. The summer of 2012 in Wuhan was hot, but the area around Moshui Lake was even hotter. Each high-end club generated over a million yuan in revenue every night, and all the clubs with "Hua" in their names belonged to Brother Hua.

Miao Miao and I were assigned to Huayuelou, which is located on the north side of Moshui Lake, in a fairly good location. The manager of Huayuelou is a woman in her early thirties, whom we all call Sister Yue. Sister Yue is said to have started hanging out with Brother Hua when she was a teenager. She is a very feminine woman who always wears her hair up in a bun and various cheongsams. She is very serious about her work and even personally teaches new prostitutes sex techniques. Therefore, Huayuelou is considered the most famous club on the shore of Moshui Lake.

On my third day at the club, I only had one client. Sister Yue was looking after me. She said I was a newbie and had just been deflowered, so I needed to get used to things. She said one client every two days would be enough. Bored, I leaned against the sofa in the lobby and looked at my training notes. These were Sister Yue's training materials, which included the distribution of all the nerve endings in a man's body and detailed instructions on how to stimulate various parts of a man's body with the tongue, lips, fingers, breasts, and buttocks. Of course, very few men would enjoy this full service. Either the prostitutes omitted some details, or the men were impatient and wouldn't wait for you to finish. But according to Sister Yue, skills are never a burden. The more you learn, the more useful it will be.

There were very few people at the club, but those who were there were all big shots. A chubby guy with four bodyguards walked in. I frowned. The girls at the club called him "Sesame Ball" because he was not only fat but also had a face and body covered in freckles. But this Sesame Ball was very rich; it was said he had connections with high-ranking officials in the city. He made his fortune early on by contracting manhole covers in the city, and now he was involved in real estate.

"Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue, is there anyone new? Introduce me," Sesame Ball swaggered in and sat down at the bar in the front of the hall, calling out. The bartender quickly made him a drink, which he downed in one gulp.

I cursed my bad luck under my breath. Everyone else was busy today, and I was the only one left in the lobby. I had no choice but

to bite the bullet and go up to him. "Hello, are you President Xie? Sister Yue mentioned you a while ago. What brings you here today?" I awkwardly greeted him. "Oh, new here. Never seen you before. What's your name?" As soon as I sat down next to him, he touched my chest. I instinctively flinched at first, but eventually let him do as he pleased. After all, everyone here is a VIP. Without a card, you probably wouldn't even be able to get through the main entrance.

"Xiao Ying." I frowned. He slipped his hand inside my clothes from my collar and began to knead it forcefully. I clung to him tightly, trying to be as professional as possible.

"Xiao Ying, hehe, not bad. Want something to drink?" Ma Tuan said, downing two more drinks in a row.

I shook my head.

"Let's go upstairs," Ma Tuan said, and immediately put her arm around me and led me upstairs.

His usual private room was 303 on the third floor. I helped him undress, filled the tub, and then we took a bath together. I put my head under the tub and gave him a blowjob, and he screamed and yelled. I choked on some water, but there was nothing I could do; it was my job. He paid so much money, so he had to provide services that weren't available elsewhere.

I then used my breasts to massage his back, and then it was time for things to get to the bedroom. After some foreplay that I led, I took out a condom.

"You really are new here, damn it. I never sleep with your girls when I'm looking for prostitutes. What if you hurt my precious thing? You say you're a fresh graduate, who would believe that? Use your mouth." Ma Tuan kicked me in the left chest, sending me sprawling to the ground. I felt my breathing become difficult, and my vision went black as I almost fainted.

Tears streamed down my face. I endured the excruciating pain and finally managed to climb onto the bed, taking his penis into my mouth. Fatty's penis is always small, but his was even smaller. I took his testicles in too.

He ejaculated four times that night, and I ate all of his semen. It was the club's rule that even during sex, customers' semen couldn't be wiped with toilet paper; they had to be licked clean with their tongues. The night felt very long, and I didn't fall asleep until almost dawn. When I woke up, the sesame ball was gone, and sitting next to me was Miao Miao, who had returned sometime earlier.

"Are you alright?" she asked, looking at my chest, which had turned slightly blue.

I chuckled. "It's alright. I got 10,000 yuan after being kicked. What's there to be afraid of?" I stood up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I brushed four times, then took a shower. I felt nauseous and eventually threw up. My first customer was Sister Yue's friend. She was very gentle with me and we only did it once that night. She wasn't really a customer, just a friend who came to support the business. I turned the water up hotter and let it make my skin red, as if that would make me more clear-headed and make me realize that this was the real beginning. Our price was 18,000 yuan a night. The club charged 8,000 yuan, so we got 10,000. When that guy left, he charged me an extra 10,000 yuan, saying it was for the kick. I naturally accepted it.

I remember the first time I emptied the chamber pot as a child, I threw up everywhere. But I got used to it and didn't care anymore. It was the same with male customers. I slowly adapted to this life, one customer a day, or two a day. We joked and scolded each other, sometimes compliant, sometimes disobedient. Humans are like that, adaptable and quick learners. Soon I became unrecognizable to myself.

Gradually, Miao Miao and I became two of the most famous courtesans at the Flower Moon Pavilion. She took the charming and sexy route, while I took the quiet and reserved route. We were doing quite well.

Winter has arrived in the blink of an eye, and surprisingly, it snowed the day before yesterday. Because the air conditioning wasn't turned up very high, I caught a bit of a cold. I also took the opportunity to go back and attend my younger brother's wedding. My brother finally got married, and Minjiaping hasn't been this lively in a long time. I hired the best MC and photographer. My sister-in-law is also very nice; she graduated from teachers' college and is now a primary school teacher. I helped my brother buy a house and also got him a Great Wall H6. Although they weren't very expensive, they were beyond everyone's imagination in this small mountain village.

"The sixth son of the Min family is quite something. I heard she works for a foreigner."

"What? That's called a foreign company, a foreign enterprise."

"..."

I just smiled faintly. I didn't speak at the wedding. I was still wearing Miao Miao's Armani business suit, and carrying the old LV business handbag that Sister Yue borrowed from her, which she didn't like to carry anymore.

I left Minjiaping the day after the wedding, saying I had a business trip and might not be back for New Year's Day. An official in charge of bridges wanted me to accompany him to Malaysia for New Year's Day. Because I was pretty good at pretending to be an intellectual, I would occasionally go out with some senior executives. Miao Miao would always tease me, but actually she was just envious.

Miao Miao still loves to gamble and occasionally borrows money from me. I try my best to save up all the money, since a prostitute can't be a prostitute forever. I plan to retire with a few hundred thousand yuan, do some prostitution, or maybe go to a university on my own and become a real white-collar worker.

After entering this industry, I've learned a lot about its legends. Some prostitutes become mothers directly, like Sister Yue, who basically doesn't take any jobs, only interviewing graduates from good universities. In her words, even if you don't learn anything at university, it will cultivate your university temperament and university pride. So in our club, the minimum qualification is a college diploma.

Some prostitutes invest directly in small businesses, the most direct example being the shops in Wuhan's Benshe Shopping Mall. It's said they were all bought by prostitutes who came south years ago, and now they're incredibly popular; even a tiny shop can command tens of thousands in rent annually.

New Year's Day in Malaysia isn't as lively as in China, but since I've taken their money and don't have to sleep with them every day, it's naturally good. However, I can't seem happy because I always feel something is going to happen. So, right after New Year's Day, I refused the high-ranking official's request to stay a few more days and flew back to Wuhan. When I arrived in Wuhan, I knew I was right: Miao Miao was dead.

I went to the scene, which was an abandoned lotus field. She was stuffed into a sack and put into an ice hole. It was discovered by a group of local children. Because it was discovered early and the weather was cold, the body did not swell or decompose. She was still so beautiful, with her small mouth slightly open and her tongue sticking out. The blood flowing from her nose and mouth had turned blackish-brown. Her eyes were half-closed and half-open, as if she was asleep. Her limbs had been chopped off, and you could see the white bones. Her chest had also been removed, and the ends were full of yellow fat. Her neck had been cut open, leaving only a small chain. Her abdominal cavity had been cut open from her genitals all the way to her heart. Her internal organs were put into a black garbage bag and frozen into a lump.

This lotus field, due to its location, became a prime dumping ground for corpses. Every year, female bodies were thrown here, and 99% of them were prostitutes. This time, however, the body dumped here belonged to Miao Miao, who had previously praised this place. Miao Miao had joked that those low-class prostitutes were paired with vagrants, making them dangerous and easy targets for robbery. But now…

I cried. The police investigation concluded that Miao Miao had been tortured and murdered due to gambling debts. With the New Year approaching, the murderer still hadn't been found, so we had no choice but to cremate her. I sent her ashes back to her hometown in Dengfeng. The first thing her mother said upon seeing the ashes was that she didn't have a daughter. Her family was very poor and dilapidated. I saw only half a bag of flour in the house. Her father suffered from Alzheimer's disease; when I entered, he was just drooling on the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed).

Miao Miao was buried in a grove of poplar trees not far from her family's backyard. Her mother kept cursing her, saying the most nasty things. Miao Miao never came back after graduating from junior high school because her father had raped her during that time.

I went into the house first and then heard her mother's heart-wrenching cries in the poplar grove. For lunch, we had egg noodles. Her father ate a lot, but her mother didn't eat any. I only ate half a bowl. When I left, I threw 100,000 yuan to Miao Miao's mother, saying it was Miao Miao's savings.

Then I transferred another 300,000 yuan from my remaining savings to my younger brother. I realized that the life of a prostitute is full of too many variables, even for prostitutes in high-end clubs. The reason is simple: no prostitute will use her real life information when she comes out. So, when they disappear, they won't leave much real information. No one will care about them. They will evaporate slowly like a drop of water and be forgotten.

IV. The Bloodshed Behind the Money

I quickly returned to Wuhan. There was still no news from the police. There was only a loan shark named Chen Pi who was intricately connected to Miao Miao's death. However, Chen Pi had already left the country before the incident, going to Vietnam. Moreover, Chen Pi was not his real name, so there was no way to find him.

I continued to take clients, Sister Yue continued to train newcomers, Brother Hua would come occasionally, but the eldest and second eldest brothers never came.

Because of Miao Miao's departure, many of her high-spending clients also came to me, and I started to be picky, choosing to take some better clients, so my clients gradually became more stable. I no longer take clients like Ma Tuan, and my income gradually increased. When the Spring Festival came, I didn't go home. The sisters had a reunion dinner, and most of them went back to their hometowns.

There were only Yue-jie, me, and a girl from Sichuan in the entire club. Yue-jie had drunk a bit too much today, so I helped her into the room. "You've found out something about Miao Miao's matter recently, haven't you?" Yue-jie asked, looking at me.

I nodded.

Sister Yue chuckled, "You're the one who saves the most money here, so don't investigate this matter anymore. Work for another year and then leave. Go do whatever you need to do. I'll talk to Brother Hua for you."

I helped Sister Yue take off her clothes. "Sister Yue, did you find out something? I just heard from Hui that Miao Miao's death might be related to the people at the Hanyang Club."

"Min Xiaoying, I'm telling you again, don't investigate anymore. You're just a nobody. Don't end up like that silly girl Miao Miao, being chopped into pieces and thrown into a lotus pond." Sister Yue pushed me and said. I remained silent, just helped her onto the bed and covered her with a blanket.

Yes, Fai was the driver who picked me up and took me to Brother Wah's villa. Since he was always with Brother Wah, he naturally knew a lot of things. Miao Miao's situation was very likely related to the people at Hanyang Club. Hanyang Club had always been Brother Wah's rival, and the two clubs would often clash over a good prostitute. The reason was simple: their clients were big shots from Wuhan and even other cities, and they didn't dare to interfere. Since the facilities and services were similar, they naturally had to work hard on the prostitutes. Miao Miao was considered the top prostitute at Brother Wah's club, and she also loved to gamble. The other party had tried to woo her several times, but Miao Miao refused each time. This made her an easy target for revenge.

I'm quietly nestled on the sofa watching TV. It's "Empresses in the Palace," Miao Miao's favorite drama, but I don't really like it. I started watching it from the beginning today and found it's actually quite good. I'm not going to investigate Miao Miao's affairs anymore. Yes, I'm just an ordinary prostitute. Getting involved in this kind of thing will only lead to my demise sooner or later. I should just focus on making money and get out of this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Gambling, prostitution, and drugs are three inseparable violent industries, and where there is profit, there is conflict. Miao Miao's death was just the beginning. After the Lantern Festival, a young woman from Sichuan who was on duty with us during the New Year was stabbed to death while eating rice noodles not far from the club. The murderer was very professional; with just one stab and one flick, her stomach was ripped open, and her intestines were everywhere, flowing to my feet, into the broken bowl, and spilled all over the ground. In the rice noodles, last time Miao Miao's offal was in a black bag, and all I knew was that it was a large lump. Today, I finally saw fresh offal. The large intestine was green with yellow fat on top, shiny and oily, and the small intestine was pink. The Sichuan girl tried hard to put the intestine back, but in the end, she just lay there motionless. I was so scared that I collapsed on the spot, thinking that I would be cut open soon too, but no, the person ran away.

The people from the club rushed out, and I was taken back. I rested for a week before I could continue taking clients. I wasn't afraid when Miao Miao died because I only saw the corpse. But I was terrified when the Sichuan girl died. I kept dreaming that someone would slit my stomach open with a knife, and my intestines would spill everywhere. Everyone was laughing, and even my penis was squirm next to me. I wanted to pull my intestines back in, but I couldn't.

Not long after, two thugs from the Hanyang club were also killed for some reason. One of the prostitutes from the Hanyang club was thrown from the 18th floor, and another prostitute from the Hanyang club was skinned alive and hung on a poplar tree on the outskirts of Hanyang.

My sisters and I barely dared to leave the club. Some even quit. I didn't leave, not for any other reason, but because I recently applied for jobs at several legitimate office companies and realized that I couldn't do anything else besides being a prostitute, and I couldn't fit into the office environment. Miao Miao was right; it's hard to go back to the way things were.

Not far from Huayuelou are Tianhua Casino and Hanyang Casino. Recently, there have been fights and brawls in the vicinity every day. However, although there's bloodshed between the two clubs, the big shots seeking pleasure still gamble and hire prostitutes as usual. The bloodshed between these clubs has nothing to do with them.

Fifth, although the girls at the Guisu Club dared not go out, occasional outings were still necessary. I continued to work as a high-class prostitute, but recently I received some threats from the Hanyang Club. I didn't care, except for sending most of my savings to my younger brother every month and constantly taking clients.

Until I received a USB drive. This USB drive was sent by someone using SF Express. At first, I thought it was a small item I ordered online, but later I found out it wasn't. It was a USB drive containing a long video recording the last moments of my best friend from college, Miao Miao.

In the video, Miao Miao was taken to what appeared to be an abandoned factory. She knelt on the ground, her eyes blindfolded, her body trembling uncontrollably. She was completely naked, and there were six men around her. One of them asked her if she regretted it, and Miao Miao nodded

. I saw tears streaming down her face through the blindfold. Her body was covered in bruises, clearly indicating that she had suffered inhuman torture. Four men pressed her face up to the ground, holding down her limbs. She did not resist. The man who had started questioning her took out a long axe, which fell and struck Miao Miao's right inner thigh with a muffled thud. Miao Miao and I screamed simultaneously. Such bloody torture could only have occurred in the distant past.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Miao Miao let out a horrific scream. Finally, her thigh was completely severed, then her left leg, then her right leg, and finally her two arms. The man wielding the axe easily chopped off Miao Miao's limbs. Miao Miao lost consciousness when her left leg was severed, but her body was still twitching slightly. Yes, she had become a human stump, and those men had raped her again.

The man dug off Miao Miao's breasts, which she was so proud of. Finally, he plunged a knife into her perineum. The video was very clear; I could even see Miao Miao's somewhat darkened labia majora, which she said was a sign of strong libido. But today, a rude man stabbed a long knife into there, and blood mixed with urine gushed out. The man raised the knife, blade upwards, and ripped open Miao Miao's abdomen. The warehouse was obviously very cold; Miao Miao's blood and internal organs spilled out... Amidst the thick heat, someone stuffed her internal organs into a black bag. Her intestines were incredibly fat, like a pig raised for the Lunar New Year, except her fat was yellowish. Someone brought over a burlap sack and stuffed Miao Miao's limbs and internal organs inside, then her torso. However, Miao Miao's head couldn't be squeezed in. Finally, the person slowly cut open her neck with a knife, then placed her head on her back before sealing the sack's opening.

"You saw it too?" I didn't know when Sister Yue had come in, holding a USB drive just like mine. I realized I was already covered in sweat.

I hugged Sister Yue tightly. "Sister, she...she died so tragically. They could have given her a quick death. Why?" Sister Yue patted my shoulder and smiled. "We're just sex workers. In this chaotic world of money, we're nothing more than small fry who no one would care even if we died. That kind of torture is just to hide certain people's desires. It's like SM. The more pain a woman suffers, the more excited the man becomes. And the ultimate result of this pain is torture."

"I don't want to do it anymore, Sister Yue. I'm so scared." I was really scared. I didn't want to be dismembered alive or have my internal organs ripped out.

"Then let's go."

I hesitated. "But...but Brother Hua."

Sister Yue smiled. "It's okay, let's go tomorrow."

I nodded.

I took the train back to my hometown the next day, and then spent less than 300,000 yuan to set up a farmhouse inn in Minjiaping. Life suddenly seemed to change. Before I knew it, winter had passed and spring had arrived. Surprisingly, Brother Hua never pursued the matter with me, and I slowly returned to a normal life.

Summer came quickly, and I took in several tour groups or hikers for barbecues. Thanks to the help of a junior high school classmate, business was pretty good. In the first month, I actually had sixteen tour groups. Including selling some pork and fish from the mountains, I actually earned more than 60,000 yuan.

This junior high school classmate, who was also my first boyfriend, was named Wang Qisheng. He was a very nice person and worked at a travel agency. I usually stayed in the courtyard of a farmhouse. There were more than a dozen rooms in the house. I liked the rooms on the east side. Next to the rooms was an open-air bathhouse without a roof. I liked to lie in the big bathtub in the bathhouse and look at the stars. Although the bathtub was not inlaid with jade, I liked it very much. After dating Wang Qisheng for a month, he slept with me in this huge bathtub.

This was the first time I'd done this with the person I love, and it felt very different. He was very kind and didn't care about my past. We decided to get married in October, and I was very happy. I would occasionally call Sister Yue, and she said she was doing well. But after calling her for more than two months, she said that since I had left early and her job was special, she wouldn't let me call her anymore. I thought about it and agreed. I thanked her profusely again and didn't call her again, but I thought I would still let her know when we got married.

On the day of the Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day), we invited a lot of classmates from junior high, high school, and even elementary school to have a barbecue. Everyone drank from the afternoon until the evening. I had drunk a bit too much and was going to take a shower because everyone said they would party until dawn. But when I closed the shower door, I saw someone who surprised me beyond measure.

"Brother Hua, what are you doing here?" I laughed awkwardly and tried to open the door to leave, because I saw Brother Hua lying naked in my large bathtub. But as soon as I took a step back, two people grabbed me.

"It's nothing, just brought you a gift since you're getting married." At this moment, someone brought over a large storage box. I then realized that the person who brought the storage box and the two people who were grabbing me were actually the two workers and a barbecue chef I had just hired.

The chef placed the storage box in front of me and then opened it.

"Sister Yue." "Waaah!"

I tried to call out, but one person had already covered my mouth, and the other person reached into my skirt and slowly pulled down my underwear. Finally, the underwear, which was full of sweat and stench, was stuffed into my mouth.

I cried again because inside the storage box was Sister Yue. Sister Yue had also been disemboweled and had her limbs amputated, much like Miao Miao's death. Her breasts had also been cut off, but her facial expression was not one of pain; she even had a forced smile on her face.

"Xiaoyue knows too much and uses these things to threaten me, to prevent me from causing you trouble. If that were all, it would be fine, but she actually reported me to the police. I hate people who betray me the most, so I slowly, slowly cut her into pieces. After you've seen it, I'll feed this bitch to the dogs." Hua Ge stood up and said through gritted teeth. He grabbed Yue Jie's breasts and kneaded them forcefully. Blood flowed down into Yue Jie's cut vulva. The incision was very clean, and the vagina was completely split open. The labia, pubic hair, and pubic bone were all separated from the middle. The menstrual labia were very small and dark brown. But when the man she had followed since her teens used a knife to cut that place open, I really didn't know what Yue Jie was thinking.

Looking at Sister Yue's neatly arranged body in the storage box, I didn't cry but tried to open my mouth.

"You want to speak, right? You'd better not shout, or a lot of people will die." Someone removed the underwear from my mouth.

"Why? She's been with you since she was a teenager. You didn't marry her, fine, but why did you kill her?"

"Hmph, she's gone down this path and doesn't even recognize her own mother anymore. What love? She brought this on herself. Let me tell you, the Wuhan police have started thoroughly investigating clubs like ours. That idiot from the Hanyang club was already in jail yesterday, and he'll probably get shot sooner or later. As for my club, hehe, because of my older brothers, it'll be fine. You know too much and you've left my club, so you must die today."

I saw the chef pull out a sharp knife. It was the knife they used to slaughter the sheep this morning; it still had sheep's blood and wool on it. I knew what they were going to do next. I trembled all over, but I didn't scream. I knew Hua Ge's background; he really had the ability to kill everyone who knew about this.

I closed my eyes in despair. The people driving me put me in a large bathtub. I knelt down and was stripped naked. Suddenly, I felt like I had turned into a little sow, about to be slaughtered and eaten. Maybe I really was a little sow, and my final fate was to be cut in half and then enter someone else's stomach.

I even fantasized that they would cut me into pieces like an animal and roast me, then share me with my beloved Wang Qisheng and my junior high and high school classmates.

Hua Ge gave me an injection in my crotch—it was ice. I quickly became excited. The chef put two fingers into my genitals and kept kneading them. I also had an orgasm, but an even bigger orgasm was yet to come. The chef took out a half-foot-long sharp knife—the butcher's knife.

Hua Ge covered my mouth and held my head still. I closed my eyes even tighter; I knew what was about to happen.

The chef stroked my abdomen and then pressed a knife against it. My abdomen tightened, and my heart pounded.

"Sizzle!" The sound was faint, and I felt a chill in my lower abdomen. I knew the knife had pierced my abdomen, just above my pubic hair. I looked down and saw that half the knife was inside, followed by excruciating pain.

"Ahhh!" I screamed in pain, but the noise from the barbecue outside was so loud that no one could hear my final scream as my mouth and nose were covered.

"Swish!" The knife sliced right into my heart.

My abdomen felt light, and I felt something flow onto the ground, a strong smell of internal organs.

"This is what it feels like to be killed."

A large hole was cut in my stomach, the snow-white skin and bright red wound forming a stark contrast. My navel had been cut in half. Wang Qisheng loved my navel the most. The chef reached into my stomach, grabbed my large intestine and fat, and pulled it outward.

"Ugh!" I vomited. There was food, there was blood. Tears streamed down my face, not from sadness, but from the sheer pain. This pain was indescribable. To have one's stomach ripped open and internal organs removed—only the dying person could understand how blissful a painful death could be. The knife moved swiftly and skillfully as the chef slowly and expertly severed the connections between the internal organs and the abdominal cavity. He then cut open the pubic area, removing the uterus. I saw my vaginal opening, still a perfect red. The labia were like a half-open mouth, half-closed, but blood was already flowing from them, separated from their owner's body, becoming a plaything in someone else's hands.

Then came the removal of my breasts. It hurt, but it didn't feel as painful as the abdominal dissection anymore, because I was about to die. The groin was slicing open, my legs were being cut off, my arms were being severed, and my body was slowly being dismembered.

The skin was peeled off, and the golden-orange fat, along with the muscle, was cut into fist-sized pieces. The internal organs were slowly washed, cut into sections, skewered on steel skewers, and then taken to the yard to be grilled. Wisps of smoke rose, and the yellow fat dripped onto the grill, making a sizzling sound.

The classmates and he ate and sang with great enjoyment, but their voices grew softer and softer, and farther and farther away.

A high-class prostitute's head was severed, and Hua Ge used it for his final oral sex. The large bathtub was filled with blood and bits of flesh. Someone flushed it clean, leaving no trace. Min Xiaoying's disappearance only caused a stir in Minjiaping for less than a week, because someone said she had become a prostitute and abandoned Wang Qisheng.

Wang Qisheng got married in November, but the bride wasn't the high-class prostitute Min Xiaoying. The last part of Min Xiaoying's body was also put into a storage box, becoming food for Hua Ge's Tibetan Mastiff along with her beloved Yue Jie. A new female manager arrived at Hua Yue Lou. She was very capable and, like Yue Jie, selected new college graduates, using both soft and hard tactics. She was also selected by Yue Jie. At the time, she and another student from her class... A girl was tricked into going to Wuhan. Inside a luxury Mercedes, Sister Yue asked them if they wanted to do it. Her classmate said no, so she was pushed out of the car and run over by six cars that couldn't avoid her in time. Her face was disfigured and her flesh was mangled. In the end, she stayed and slowly became the top hostess at Huayue Club, slowly became a senior hostess, and slowly embarked on a path of no return.

First, the subway in Wuhan, where I studied, was always so crowded. I felt like my bra was about to burst out. I don't know which sleazy guy pinched my butt so hard when he got on the train. I really wanted to curse him out, but I couldn't. If you don't have money, you have to squeeze through the crowds, and being groped on the subway is normal.

After more than ten stops, I finally arrived at Qiaokou Road Station. After getting off the subway, I dragged my tired body forward with difficulty, bought a chive pancake, and ate a bowl of cold noodles. It was so hot outside, and I really wanted to gulp down several bottles of iced drinks on the sidewalk, but I couldn't. I had to save money, and I couldn't ask my family for money after graduation.

I walked back to school. Our school was tiny. The boys joked that if you just kicked the soccer ball anywhere on the field, it would fly out of the school grounds. They said even a decent elementary school was a whole size bigger than ours.

My dorm was near a nine-story old building on the south side of the school. Even the windows were iron bars from the 90s, not even aluminum alloy. Every time I walked into this campus, into this dorm, smelling the stench from the communal toilets, and thinking about my ninth-floor dorm, I felt like I wanted to die.

The ninth floor was full of third-year graduates; there were hardly any people left. Only the two of us were left in our dorm. I pushed open the door. "Xiaoying's back. How was your day?" Miao Miao spoke, shirtless, watching "Empresses in the Palace" on her Apple computer while chatting. The floor was a mess; that brat had wreaked havoc in the dorm all day!

"You slut, can't you tidy up the room? I'm exhausted from looking for a job every day, and when I come back, I have to clean up your room like I'm serving an ancestor. Don't you have any conscience?" I scolded, picking up the bottle of orange juice she had left on the table.

"Tch, who the hell told you to go find a job? With our lousy major, you wouldn't even be hired to clean toilets at the job market. What kind of Wuhan Design Institute is this? It's just a migrant worker's school. At best, you'll become a decorator after graduation. Look at the guys in our school, they all look like idiots. If I'd known it would be like this, I would have preferred to go to Lanxiang Technical School." Miao Miao spat sunflower seed shells on the ground and said.

I leaned weakly against the bed, rubbing my temples: "Alright, if you're not doing well in your studies, don't complain about these things. If you scored 600 on the college entrance exam..." "If you get so many points, who would still come to this school? And Miao Miao, even if you look down on the boys at our school, you can't just mess around with those losers from Wuhan University. Do you know what your classmates call you? They call you 'bus'."

Miao Miao scoffed indifferently, "I'm a bus, I'm a subway, I'm a train, I even put his dad in there! I'm willing, I just like playing with these stupid men. I just have a high sex drive, so what? One isn't enough for me? I also want to talk to you. What have you been doing for the past three years? Besides attending the student council, all you've done is study, study, what's the use? You graduated from university and you're still an old maid. What a waste of your figure and face! You can't even find a job that pays 1,500. Take Hua, whom I met the other day..." "Bro, he's incredibly rich, worth millions. I introduced him to you and you didn't even want him. You

should take better care of yourself, don't look like a haggard old woman in your early twenties. Do you really have to find some tall, handsome oppa?" I was speechless. That Hua Ge was a complete idiot. I just couldn't accept it. During my three years of college, Miao Miao was my best friend. Although we had very different personalities, I still enjoyed hearing this slut talk about her scandalous affairs, like how this guy had a big penis, that guy had a great tongue, and how so-and-so's family was rich, etc. She said that she didn't go to college to study, but to meet more men and understand men better. The thing she said most often was that men only value a woman's sex, so you have to use your sex to get more money.

I suggested she just go out and sell herself, and she said she was already selling herself, just at a higher level and charging more.

I ignored her. This argument had been going on for three years, always a tit-for-tat, but I knew deep down I was slowly starting to crumble. The world truly laughs at poverty but not prostitution. My classmates might occasionally tease Miao Miao, but sometimes they genuinely looked down on me because I was poor. I wore clothes from the night market costing ten-odd yuan, and my meals never exceeded six yuan a night, except for… Miao Miao's sponsorship meant I never attended class reunions. My only cosmetic was a white porcelain bottle of Da Youyi (a brand of cosmetics), and even my underwear was old, faded and yellowed from washing. This was partly why I didn't have a girlfriend in college. Although most guys only care about your looks, if you're too poor, even average guys won't pay attention to you because they'd rather find a girl with slightly better conditions and average looks. College is like the real world.

I put aside my thoughts and started tidying up the room, while she scratched her bottom with her little hands, then picked up some potato chips from the table and put them in her mouth, continuing to watch her "Empresses in the Palace." I really don't know how this girl grew up. I've never seen her wash her underwear; she basically wore it for a week and then threw it away. If she hadn't had time to buy new ones, she'd just turn it inside out and continue wearing it.

In my opinion, Miao Miao is a legend. She stopped asking her family for money when she started junior high school, and by high school she was already going to hotels with other men. Although I've never seen her have any savings, she can buy anything she wants without batting an eye. Look at this Armani business suit I'm wearing; she got it from some rich guy last month, I don't know which one. At least she calls all men rich guys.

"I planted orchids on campus..." Her phone rang. Every time I hear that ringtone, I think it's so jarring. Such a flirtatious person using such a simple ringtone—she's definitely pretending to be innocent.

"Hello? Oh, it's Brother Dao. I'm working on my resume right now... Well, I just graduated, so I need to hurry up and find a job...

I've been out all day...

Oh dear! You said you'd be my secretary at your company? How could I possibly go to your company...

You wanted to treat me to dinner tonight

... Well... I just got to school...

I haven't even showered yet, so... Okay... I can't drink... Um... Bye-bye." Miao Miao hung up the phone. I was speechless. This girl was pretending to be innocent again. I took off her Armani business suit, which she quickly put on, grabbed her bag, and headed out.

"Miao Miao... stop gambling," I said, watching her leave.

"Silly girl," she laughed as she ran out. I knew that when she received a call like this, she usually wouldn't be back for at least three or four days.

I lay quietly in bed, eating the potato chips Miao Miao had left over. I noticed a pubic hair on one of the chips. I blew it off and continued eating. That's human nature. Before, I would have definitely thrown up, but now, if I were really hungry, I would eat it even with the pubic hair in it. I looked at the poster of Daniel Wu on my bedside table. He's my favorite male star. What woman doesn't have romantic feelings? They just don't show them. I also wanted to date in college, but I didn't have time. More importantly, no good guys pursued me, not even average ones.

I came from the mountains. Although I went to a junior college, I was the only one in our village to do so. To pay for my university education, my father sold his only water buffalo. So I had to find a job, but it's been two months since I graduated. If it weren't for the school taking care of us graduates, I'd probably be sleeping on the streets. I opened my wallet; there was still 34.5 yuan inside.

"Ring ring." The phone rang. This Samsung phone was given to me by Miao Miao when she no longer needed it.

"Hello? Dad." I answered the phone. It was my dad calling from my fifth aunt's house because we didn't have a phone at home; our village didn't even have cell phone signal.

"Xiaoying, how's work lately?"

"Great, everything's going smoothly, and my colleagues are really nice to me."

"That's good, that's good. Ah, it's better than being at home..."

"Dad, is something wrong?"

"No, just calling to check on you... okay?"

"If there's something, just say it, Dad."

"Hmm. Li Si's daughter from Nancun has grown up. Someone has arranged marriages for her, and she's agreed to all of them. But nowadays, all the girls want to leave this mountain valley and don't want to stay in Minjiaping. But I don't have the money to buy a house in the county. Sigh, I had to cancel the marriage."

"No, Dad, my brother is grown up too. How much... how much money does he need?" "

150,000. Your brother has earned some money doing carpentry in the county these past two years, 50,000. But we still don't have 100,000 left. Even if we sold our old bones, it wouldn't be enough. The other party also wants a bride price, but your brother doesn't agree to that. Besides, your sister has only just started junior high school."

"Oh, I see. Dad, don't get upset. My brother is so capable, there will always be good girls interested in him. I'll think of something." I said softly. My brother is two years younger than me, but he is very sensible. He paid for my living expenses when I was in college. My brother once loved a girl, and she loved him too, but in the end, she married someone else because of the tens of thousands of yuan dowry. My brother was very sad, but he never complained.

As for my younger sister who is in junior high school, she is my stepmother's daughter. My mother passed away when I was thirteen, leaving my brother and me. Later, because my stepmother was honest, my father married her. Although she is very good to us, she is just an ordinary rural woman. All she can give is care for my father.

I wiped away my tears, stood up, and looked at myself in the mirror. This large mirror was brought back by Miao Miao. The girl in the mirror had a well-proportioned figure, firm breasts, and long, flowing hair tied in a ponytail. She wore a white bra, and her breasts seemed about to burst out. Yes, I really am beautiful.

I shook my head with a wry smile. Miao Miao's computer was still on, so I continued watching *Empresses in the Palace*. Palace intrigue and bloodshed—it was just a story of a few women who were bored and had nothing better to do than vent their frustrations over a man. And I was just a small, insignificant woman who could barely afford to eat. It seemed utterly meaningless.

I started to think about my brother's situation, and finally I picked up the phone. I wanted to borrow money from Miao Miao, maybe he could help. "What? You need 100,000 yuan? Damn, that's difficult. I don't have any. I just lost 30,000 yuan a few days ago, and I can't help you borrow from anyone else. The people I know are all loan sharks. If you borrow money like that, you'll be kidnapped and forced into prostitution. Forget it, this is the first time you, this old maid, have asked me for money. I'll think of a way for you. We'll talk about it when I get back."

The next day at noon, Miao Miao came back and asked me what happened. I briefly explained the situation and asked her to think of a solution. Of course, she didn't have any money; she had gone to the gambling den to gamble with the little money she had.

Miao Miao was naturally aware of my family's circumstances and knew about my brother's situation. She bit her lip, her beautiful and charming face unusually serious, and finally lit a cigarette.

"...I...I can go..." I felt like I couldn't even hear my own voice. This was the last thing I'd thought about all night.

"You can become a mistress." Miao Miao said, smoking a cigarette. She paused for a moment. Actually, she wasn't being too direct. What mistress? It meant prostitution.

"You'd better think this through, Min Xiaoying. You'd better not regret it. Don't be fooled by how I always introduce you to this person and that person. I really don't want you to end up like me. Most of those high-ranking officials and big businessmen are just playing around. Very few will actually make you their mistress. Even if they do, there are countless sluts vying for you. You won't get a chance." Miao Miao said this seriously for the first time.

"But I really need money." Yes, it's been more than half a year since I graduated, including my internship, and I've been looking for a job for more than two months. I've already given up hope.

"Okay, make as much money as you can while you're still pretty. Yesterday I met a guy named Xin who knows a lot of bosses and government officials. These people all keep mistresses. I'll have him find you a reliable one. If you're suitable, I'll give you a hundred or two hundred thousand, no problem. Besides, you're still a virgin. You... if you're willing, you can go to Wuhan University and find a handsome guy to deflower you."

I nodded, then shook my head. I hadn't thought about finding any handsome guy. Maybe my virginity could fetch a good price. Since I wanted to take this step, why should I care if I was a virgin or not? Besides, the man I liked was nowhere to be found now. I hadn't seen him since graduating from high school.

Actually, Miao Miao is now a high-class prostitute, but she doesn't care at all. What mistress? It's just that others pay us to buy our bodies. Although this matter seems sudden, I've actually been thinking about it for a long time. My brother's matter is just a trigger.

Second, the first night

was uneventful again. That night, Miao Miao went out again, but she didn't come back the next day. It wasn't until the third day that I received a call from her, asking me to come to the school gate and say that someone would pick me up. I knew what I was going to do when I went out. I quickly washed up, changed into new underwear, put on a t-shirt and a blue skirt, and went out.

It was a Cayenne. I sat in the back seat, clutching my dress, feeling incredibly nervous. The luxury car headed towards the suburbs, crossing the Han River. Our bedroom had a view of the Han River; north of the river was a villa district. The car entered a villa area called Hanshui Huating and stopped beside a very large villa.

"Get out, come with me," the driver said casually. The

driver and I entered the villa. It was huge, with a yard full of rare flowers and plants, as well as some large trees whose names I didn't know. The interior was incredibly luxurious. I believed that any piece of furniture from here would be enough for my brother's wedding.

We went up to the second floor and found Miao Miao in a large room. It was a huge bedroom, ridiculously large, with a snow-white carpet covering the entire room. On the right side of the room was a large bed, at least three or four meters long and wide, covered with a snow-white sheet made of some kind of fur. On the bed were a naked man and woman making love. The woman was slender yet incredibly voluptuous, with snow-white skin, short hair, and affectionate eyes. It was Miao Miao. The man was tall, with a buzz cut and a scar on his face, and he was thrusting into Miao Miao's lower body with all his might.

To the left of the large bed was a large wooden table. Two men sat facing each other: one slightly overweight and bald, the other with a long face and a large chin. Both were naked and playing chess. Inside the wooden table was a huge bathtub, or rather, a large pool. The pool was inlaid with pale green jade, reflecting the clear water and giving it a crystal-clear appearance. It's said that Yang Guifei used such a jade bathtub. The rich have it good!

As I entered, all four looked over. Miao Miao blushed and turned her face away. The man on top of her glanced at me but continued thrusting, finally letting out a loud roar—clearly, he had climaxed.

By this time, the driver had already gone downstairs, and there were only the five of us in the room. The man on the bed got off the bed and walked towards me naked. His big, dark thing was already soft, but it was still so big. Although I had never seen a man's thing in person, I had certainly seen plenty in the pornographic movies that Miao Miao showed me. I lowered my head, grabbed the hem of my skirt, and didn't move or say anything. I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

The man approached me, cupped my chin with his right hand, examined me from left to right, then looked at my chest, buttocks, and thighs. He didn't touch anywhere else. "I heard from Xiao Miao that you urgently need money."

"Yes."

"One hundred thousand. We'll split any future profits according to the rules, but from now on you're part of my club. You can only leave when I say you're leaving." "

..." I didn't answer, just stood there blankly, my gaze constantly drifting downwards. I didn't know why—maybe fear, maybe shame, maybe excitement—but I knew my path of no return had begun.

At this moment, the two men playing chess also came over. The bald man directly put his hand inside my skirt, caressing my inner thigh, then sniffed around me and nodded.

"Not bad, girl. You still have that virgin scent. Haha, although Third Brother said 100,000, I'll give you more because you've done well. Here's the money so you don't have to worry about anything." The bald man said, taking out a bundle of money from a bag by the door. It wasn't bundled in bundles of 10,000, but ten 10,000 bills tied together with rope. I'd only ever seen money like this in banks, but I'd never touched money packaged like this before. He handed the money to me directly. It was heavy. The bald man smiled and went back to the big table to continue playing chess with the horse-faced man.

I sat down on a nearby bench, my hands trembling as I stuffed the money into my leather bag containing a few dollars. I tried to calm myself down. One hundred thousand—I'd never handled so much money in my life. Just then, Miao Miao came over, wearing only a bath towel.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

"I'm fine, thank you. I should be thanking you for this money," I said with a smile. "

Let's go get some food. Hua said you'll have to pay back my brother and the others tonight," Miao Miao said.

The food here was quite elegant, with both Chinese and Western chefs to serve you. I ordered a red wine foie gras and a steak. It was the first time I'd ever had both dishes, so I enjoyed it very much.

Time flew by. My first man was that bald guy. He didn't have a name; everyone here called him Big Brother. The horse-faced man was Second Brother, and Brother Hua was Third Brother.

It was the same room where Brother Hua and Miao Miao slept together, the same big bed. This time, however, I was the one lying on the bed. The bald guy handed me a drink: "Drink this. You're a virgin. I'm afraid you can't handle it; it's

an aphrodisiac." My face flushed, but I still drank the drink in the bottle. It tasted like Red Bull. Then the bald guy pushed me onto the bed, while the other two men got into the bathtub and started soaking. Miao Miao was scrubbing their backs. I couldn't accept having sex under other people's gaze, but I had to.

Is this what a prostitute's life is like? I closed my eyes. Since I'd already sold myself for money, why bother with all this? The man slowly unbuttoned my shirt, took off my skirt, and then my bra, sticking out his tongue.

"Mmm," I groaned. It was so itchy. The feeling of having my breasts in his mouth was enough to drive any woman ecstatic. I writhed, and his other hand caressed my other breast. The feeling was wonderful. I felt the aphrodisiac taking effect; my breasts grew larger and became firmer.

He licked my entire body with his tongue, then licked my genitals. It was so wet down there, already very wet, but he didn't care, he kept licking relentlessly. I felt like I was on fire, moaning desperately. It felt like being drunk—knowing what was happening, but unable to control my body.

He spread my legs, his large, dark thing aimed at my genitals. It was huge and thick.

"Sss!" I flinched, clearly feeling that warm, large thing enter my body. It hurt, but I didn't scream. He kissed my neck and ears, then began thrusting relentlessly. I felt that large, dark thing almost penetrate my abdomen, and I made soft, whimpering sounds.

My vagina was warm inside, and I could clearly feel the huge thing moving back and forth. I tried my best to respond, hugging him tightly, and he hugged me tightly too. I could hardly breathe, but I liked it. I changed positions a few more times as he asked. I was clumsy, but he said that all virgins are like that and need to be trained slowly. He said that sex is just a man trying his best to ravage a woman's body.

I felt a heat inside my vagina, and a thick liquid entered my body. He ejaculated, and I also orgasmed. My vagina contracted, and my uterus convulsed. It was the first time I had been penetrated and ejaculated into. It was really different. Because of the aphrodisiac, I didn't feel any pain, but rather an inexplicable pleasure.

Then the second brother came up. He wasn't as gentle as the bald guy. He grabbed my head and shoved his huge penis into my mouth. It was huge, smelly, and made it hard to breathe.

That huge penis was almost deep into my throat. I felt like it was going into my stomach. It smelled so bad and I wanted to vomit, but I instinctively opened my mouth wide so he could go in even deeper. He thrust in and out without any mercy. I just gagged and tried to wrap my tongue around that huge penis to stop it from going in so deep, but that big thing still went in that deep. I let out muffled moans and heavy breathing from deep in my throat.

I was indeed a slut, but I hadn't had the chance to be wanton before. I twisted my hips desperately and made a sound like a bitch. Hua Ge came over too. He inserted his penis into my anus, and it felt like an intense urge to defecate. His two testicles kept pounding against my jaw as they throbbed, and my saliva dripped down their shaft onto the bed.

Finally, a foul-smelling liquid went deep into my throat, and I swallowed it all without resistance. I didn't vomit, only a few mouthfuls of his pubic hair. I was

so tired that night; I felt completely exhausted. It turns out I'd wasted the past twenty-odd years. This is what a woman is like. Even though I'm a prostitute now, these three were my first clients, and my bosses.

III. The Life of Prostitutes

South of the Han River, along the shores of Moshui Lake and beside Hanyang Avenue, lies a wealthy area and a district of high-end clubs. Every night, luxury cars arrive and depart from these clubs, carrying high-ranking officials, tycoons, or shady tycoons, who embrace and ride on the backs of alluring girls.

This is no ordinary red-light district. The summer of 2012 in Wuhan was hot, but the area around Moshui Lake was even hotter. Each high-end club generated over a million yuan in revenue every night, and all the clubs with "Hua" in their names belonged to Brother Hua.

Miao Miao and I were assigned to Huayuelou, which is located on the north side of Moshui Lake, in a fairly good location. The manager of Huayuelou is a woman in her early thirties, whom we all call Sister Yue. Sister Yue is said to have started hanging out with Brother Hua when she was a teenager. She is a very feminine woman who always wears her hair up in a bun and various cheongsams. She is very serious about her work and even personally teaches new prostitutes sex techniques. Therefore, Huayuelou is considered the most famous club on the shore of Moshui Lake.

On my third day at the club, I only had one client. Sister Yue was looking after me. She said I was a newbie and had just been deflowered, so I needed to get used to things. She said one client every two days would be enough. Bored, I leaned against the sofa in the lobby and looked at my training notes. These were Sister Yue's training materials, which included the distribution of all the nerve endings in a man's body and detailed instructions on how to stimulate various parts of a man's body with the tongue, lips, fingers, breasts, and buttocks. Of course, very few men would enjoy this full service. Either the prostitutes omitted some details, or the men were impatient and wouldn't wait for you to finish. But according to Sister Yue, skills are never a burden. The more you learn, the more useful it will be.

There were very few people at the club, but those who were there were all big shots. A chubby guy with four bodyguards walked in. I frowned. The girls at the club called him "Sesame Ball" because he was not only fat but also had a face and body covered in freckles. But this Sesame Ball was very rich; it was said he had connections with high-ranking officials in the city. He made his fortune early on by contracting manhole covers in the city, and now he was involved in real estate.

"Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue, is there anyone new? Introduce me," Sesame Ball swaggered in and sat down at the bar in the front of the hall, calling out. The bartender quickly made him a drink, which he downed in one gulp.

I cursed my bad luck under my breath. Everyone else was busy today, and I was the only one left in the lobby. I had no choice but

to bite the bullet and go up to him. "Hello, are you President Xie? Sister Yue mentioned you a while ago. What brings you here today?" I awkwardly greeted him. "Oh, new here. Never seen you before. What's your name?" As soon as I sat down next to him, he touched my chest. I instinctively flinched at first, but eventually let him do as he pleased. After all, everyone here is a VIP. Without a card, you probably wouldn't even be able to get through the main entrance.

"Xiao Ying." I frowned. He slipped his hand inside my clothes from my collar and began to knead it forcefully. I clung to him tightly, trying to be as professional as possible.

"Xiao Ying, hehe, not bad. Want something to drink?" Ma Tuan said, downing two more drinks in a row.

I shook my head.

"Let's go upstairs," Ma Tuan said, and immediately put her arm around me and led me upstairs.

His usual private room was 303 on the third floor. I helped him undress, filled the tub, and then we took a bath together. I put my head under the tub and gave him a blowjob, and he screamed and yelled. I choked on some water, but there was nothing I could do; it was my job. He paid so much money, so he had to provide services that weren't available elsewhere.

I then used my breasts to massage his back, and then it was time for things to get to the bedroom. After some foreplay that I led, I took out a condom.

"You really are new here, damn it. I never sleep with your girls when I'm looking for prostitutes. What if you hurt my precious thing? You say you're a fresh graduate, who would believe that? Use your mouth." Ma Tuan kicked me in the left chest, sending me sprawling to the ground. I felt my breathing become difficult, and my vision went black as I almost fainted.

Tears streamed down my face. I endured the excruciating pain and finally managed to climb onto the bed, taking his penis into my mouth. Fatty's penis is always small, but his was even smaller. I took his testicles in too.

He ejaculated four times that night, and I ate all of his semen. It was the club's rule that even during sex, customers' semen couldn't be wiped with toilet paper; they had to be licked clean with their tongues. The night felt very long, and I didn't fall asleep until almost dawn. When I woke up, the sesame ball was gone, and sitting next to me was Miao Miao, who had returned sometime earlier.

"Are you alright?" she asked, looking at my chest, which had turned slightly blue.

I chuckled. "It's alright. I got 10,000 yuan after being kicked. What's there to be afraid of?" I stood up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I brushed four times, then took a shower. I felt nauseous and eventually threw up. My first customer was Sister Yue's friend. She was very gentle with me and we only did it once that night. She wasn't really a customer, just a friend who came to support the business. I turned the water up hotter and let it make my skin red, as if that would make me more clear-headed and make me realize that this was the real beginning. Our price was 18,000 yuan a night. The club charged 8,000 yuan, so we got 10,000. When that guy left, he charged me an extra 10,000 yuan, saying it was for the kick. I naturally accepted it.

I remember the first time I emptied the chamber pot as a child, I threw up everywhere. But I got used to it and didn't care anymore. It was the same with male customers. I slowly adapted to this life, one customer a day, or two a day. We joked and scolded each other, sometimes compliant, sometimes disobedient. Humans are like that, adaptable and quick learners. Soon I became unrecognizable to myself.

Gradually, Miao Miao and I became two of the most famous courtesans at the Flower Moon Pavilion. She took the charming and sexy route, while I took the quiet and reserved route. We were doing quite well.

Winter has arrived in the blink of an eye, and surprisingly, it snowed the day before yesterday. Because the air conditioning wasn't turned up very high, I caught a bit of a cold. I also took the opportunity to go back and attend my younger brother's wedding. My brother finally got married, and Minjiaping hasn't been this lively in a long time. I hired the best MC and photographer. My sister-in-law is also very nice; she graduated from teachers' college and is now a primary school teacher. I helped my brother buy a house and also got him a Great Wall H6. Although they weren't very expensive, they were beyond everyone's imagination in this small mountain village.

"The sixth son of the Min family is quite something. I heard she works for a foreigner."

"What? That's called a foreign company, a foreign enterprise."

"..."

I just smiled faintly. I didn't speak at the wedding. I was still wearing Miao Miao's Armani business suit, and carrying the old LV business handbag that Sister Yue borrowed from her, which she didn't like to carry anymore.

I left Minjiaping the day after the wedding, saying I had a business trip and might not be back for New Year's Day. An official in charge of bridges wanted me to accompany him to Malaysia for New Year's Day. Because I was pretty good at pretending to be an intellectual, I would occasionally go out with some senior executives. Miao Miao would always tease me, but actually she was just envious.

Miao Miao still loves to gamble and occasionally borrows money from me. I try my best to save up all the money, since a prostitute can't be a prostitute forever. I plan to retire with a few hundred thousand yuan, do some prostitution, or maybe go to a university on my own and become a real white-collar worker.

After entering this industry, I've learned a lot about its legends. Some prostitutes become mothers directly, like Sister Yue, who basically doesn't take any jobs, only interviewing graduates from good universities. In her words, even if you don't learn anything at university, it will cultivate your university temperament and university pride. So in our club, the minimum qualification is a college diploma.

Some prostitutes invest directly in small businesses, the most direct example being the shops in Wuhan's Benshe Shopping Mall. It's said they were all bought by prostitutes who came south years ago, and now they're incredibly popular; even a tiny shop can command tens of thousands in rent annually.

New Year's Day in Malaysia isn't as lively as in China, but since I've taken their money and don't have to sleep with them every day, it's naturally good. However, I can't seem happy because I always feel something is going to happen. So, right after New Year's Day, I refused the high-ranking official's request to stay a few more days and flew back to Wuhan. When I arrived in Wuhan, I knew I was right: Miao Miao was dead.

I went to the scene, which was an abandoned lotus field. She was stuffed into a sack and put into an ice hole. It was discovered by a group of local children. Because it was discovered early and the weather was cold, the body did not swell or decompose. She was still so beautiful, with her small mouth slightly open and her tongue sticking out. The blood flowing from her nose and mouth had turned blackish-brown. Her eyes were half-closed and half-open, as if she was asleep. Her limbs had been chopped off, and you could see the white bones. Her chest had also been removed, and the ends were full of yellow fat. Her neck had been cut open, leaving only a small chain. Her abdominal cavity had been cut open from her genitals all the way to her heart. Her internal organs were put into a black garbage bag and frozen into a lump.

This lotus field, due to its location, became a prime dumping ground for corpses. Every year, female bodies were thrown here, and 99% of them were prostitutes. This time, however, the body dumped here belonged to Miao Miao, who had previously praised this place. Miao Miao had joked that those low-class prostitutes were paired with vagrants, making them dangerous and easy targets for robbery. But now…

I cried. The police investigation concluded that Miao Miao had been tortured and murdered due to gambling debts. With the New Year approaching, the murderer still hadn't been found, so we had no choice but to cremate her. I sent her ashes back to her hometown in Dengfeng. The first thing her mother said upon seeing the ashes was that she didn't have a daughter. Her family was very poor and dilapidated. I saw only half a bag of flour in the house. Her father suffered from Alzheimer's disease; when I entered, he was just drooling on the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed).

Miao Miao was buried in a grove of poplar trees not far from her family's backyard. Her mother kept cursing her, saying the most nasty things. Miao Miao never came back after graduating from junior high school because her father had raped her during that time.

I went into the house first and then heard her mother's heart-wrenching cries in the poplar grove. For lunch, we had egg noodles. Her father ate a lot, but her mother didn't eat any. I only ate half a bowl. When I left, I threw 100,000 yuan to Miao Miao's mother, saying it was Miao Miao's savings.

Then I transferred another 300,000 yuan from my remaining savings to my younger brother. I realized that the life of a prostitute is full of too many variables, even for prostitutes in high-end clubs. The reason is simple: no prostitute will use her real life information when she comes out. So, when they disappear, they won't leave much real information. No one will care about them. They will evaporate slowly like a drop of water and be forgotten.

IV. The Bloodshed Behind the Money

I quickly returned to Wuhan. There was still no news from the police. There was only a loan shark named Chen Pi who was intricately connected to Miao Miao's death. However, Chen Pi had already left the country before the incident, going to Vietnam. Moreover, Chen Pi was not his real name, so there was no way to find him.

I continued to take clients, Sister Yue continued to train newcomers, Brother Hua would come occasionally, but the eldest and second eldest brothers never came.

Because of Miao Miao's departure, many of her high-spending clients also came to me, and I started to be picky, choosing to take some better clients, so my clients gradually became more stable. I no longer take clients like Ma Tuan, and my income gradually increased. When the Spring Festival came, I didn't go home. The sisters had a reunion dinner, and most of them went back to their hometowns.

There were only Yue-jie, me, and a girl from Sichuan in the entire club. Yue-jie had drunk a bit too much today, so I helped her into the room. "You've found out something about Miao Miao's matter recently, haven't you?" Yue-jie asked, looking at me.

I nodded.

Sister Yue chuckled, "You're the one who saves the most money here, so don't investigate this matter anymore. Work for another year and then leave. Go do whatever you need to do. I'll talk to Brother Hua for you."

I helped Sister Yue take off her clothes. "Sister Yue, did you find out something? I just heard from Hui that Miao Miao's death might be related to the people at the Hanyang Club."

"Min Xiaoying, I'm telling you again, don't investigate anymore. You're just a nobody. Don't end up like that silly girl Miao Miao, being chopped into pieces and thrown into a lotus pond." Sister Yue pushed me and said. I remained silent, just helped her onto the bed and covered her with a blanket.

Yes, Fai was the driver who picked me up and took me to Brother Wah's villa. Since he was always with Brother Wah, he naturally knew a lot of things. Miao Miao's situation was very likely related to the people at Hanyang Club. Hanyang Club had always been Brother Wah's rival, and the two clubs would often clash over a good prostitute. The reason was simple: their clients were big shots from Wuhan and even other cities, and they didn't dare to interfere. Since the facilities and services were similar, they naturally had to work hard on the prostitutes. Miao Miao was considered the top prostitute at Brother Wah's club, and she also loved to gamble. The other party had tried to woo her several times, but Miao Miao refused each time. This made her an easy target for revenge.

I'm quietly nestled on the sofa watching TV. It's "Empresses in the Palace," Miao Miao's favorite drama, but I don't really like it. I started watching it from the beginning today and found it's actually quite good. I'm not going to investigate Miao Miao's affairs anymore. Yes, I'm just an ordinary prostitute. Getting involved in this kind of thing will only lead to my demise sooner or later. I should just focus on making money and get out of this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Gambling, prostitution, and drugs are three inseparable violent industries, and where there is profit, there is conflict. Miao Miao's death was just the beginning. After the Lantern Festival, a young woman from Sichuan who was on duty with us during the New Year was stabbed to death while eating rice noodles not far from the club. The murderer was very professional; with just one stab and one flick, her stomach was ripped open, and her intestines were everywhere, flowing to my feet, into the broken bowl, and spilled all over the ground. In the rice noodles, last time Miao Miao's offal was in a black bag, and all I knew was that it was a large lump. Today, I finally saw fresh offal. The large intestine was green with yellow fat on top, shiny and oily, and the small intestine was pink. The Sichuan girl tried hard to put the intestine back, but in the end, she just lay there motionless. I was so scared that I collapsed on the spot, thinking that I would be cut open soon too, but no, the person ran away.

The people from the club rushed out, and I was taken back. I rested for a week before I could continue taking clients. I wasn't afraid when Miao Miao died because I only saw the corpse. But I was terrified when the Sichuan girl died. I kept dreaming that someone would slit my stomach open with a knife, and my intestines would spill everywhere. Everyone was laughing, and even my penis was squirm next to me. I wanted to pull my intestines back in, but I couldn't.

Not long after, two thugs from the Hanyang club were also killed for some reason. One of the prostitutes from the Hanyang club was thrown from the 18th floor, and another prostitute from the Hanyang club was skinned alive and hung on a poplar tree on the outskirts of Hanyang.

My sisters and I barely dared to leave the club. Some even quit. I didn't leave, not for any other reason, but because I recently applied for jobs at several legitimate office companies and realized that I couldn't do anything else besides being a prostitute, and I couldn't fit into the office environment. Miao Miao was right; it's hard to go back to the way things were.

Not far from Huayuelou are Tianhua Casino and Hanyang Casino. Recently, there have been fights and brawls in the vicinity every day. However, although there's bloodshed between the two clubs, the big shots seeking pleasure still gamble and hire prostitutes as usual. The bloodshed between these clubs has nothing to do with them.

Fifth, although the girls at the Guisu Club dared not go out, occasional outings were still necessary. I continued to work as a high-class prostitute, but recently I received some threats from the Hanyang Club. I didn't care, except for sending most of my savings to my younger brother every month and constantly taking clients.

Until I received a USB drive. This USB drive was sent by someone using SF Express. At first, I thought it was a small item I ordered online, but later I found out it wasn't. It was a USB drive containing a long video recording the last moments of my best friend from college, Miao Miao.

In the video, Miao Miao was taken to what appeared to be an abandoned factory. She knelt on the ground, her eyes blindfolded, her body trembling uncontrollably. She was completely naked, and there were six men around her. One of them asked her if she regretted it, and Miao Miao nodded

. I saw tears streaming down her face through the blindfold. Her body was covered in bruises, clearly indicating that she had suffered inhuman torture. Four men pressed her face up to the ground, holding down her limbs. She did not resist. The man who had started questioning her took out a long axe, which fell and struck Miao Miao's right inner thigh with a muffled thud. Miao Miao and I screamed simultaneously. Such bloody torture could only have occurred in the distant past.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Miao Miao let out a horrific scream. Finally, her thigh was completely severed, then her left leg, then her right leg, and finally her two arms. The man wielding the axe easily chopped off Miao Miao's limbs. Miao Miao lost consciousness when her left leg was severed, but her body was still twitching slightly. Yes, she had become a human stump, and those men had raped her again.

The man dug off Miao Miao's breasts, which she was so proud of. Finally, he plunged a knife into her perineum. The video was very clear; I could even see Miao Miao's somewhat darkened labia majora, which she said was a sign of strong libido. But today, a rude man stabbed a long knife into there, and blood mixed with urine gushed out. The man raised the knife, blade upwards, and ripped open Miao Miao's abdomen. The warehouse was obviously very cold; Miao Miao's blood and internal organs spilled out... Amidst the thick heat, someone stuffed her internal organs into a black bag. Her intestines were incredibly fat, like a pig raised for the Lunar New Year, except her fat was yellowish. Someone brought over a burlap sack and stuffed Miao Miao's limbs and internal organs inside, then her torso. However, Miao Miao's head couldn't be squeezed in. Finally, the person slowly cut open her neck with a knife, then placed her head on her back before sealing the sack's opening.

"You saw it too?" I didn't know when Sister Yue had come in, holding a USB drive just like mine. I realized I was already covered in sweat.

I hugged Sister Yue tightly. "Sister, she...she died so tragically. They could have given her a quick death. Why?" Sister Yue patted my shoulder and smiled. "We're just sex workers. In this chaotic world of money, we're nothing more than small fry who no one would care even if we died. That kind of torture is just to hide certain people's desires. It's like SM. The more pain a woman suffers, the more excited the man becomes. And the ultimate result of this pain is torture."

"I don't want to do it anymore, Sister Yue. I'm so scared." I was really scared. I didn't want to be dismembered alive or have my internal organs ripped out.

"Then let's go."

I hesitated. "But...but Brother Hua."

Sister Yue smiled. "It's okay, let's go tomorrow."

I nodded.

I took the train back to my hometown the next day, and then spent less than 300,000 yuan to set up a farmhouse inn in Minjiaping. Life suddenly seemed to change. Before I knew it, winter had passed and spring had arrived. Surprisingly, Brother Hua never pursued the matter with me, and I slowly returned to a normal life.

Summer came quickly, and I took in several tour groups or hikers for barbecues. Thanks to the help of a junior high school classmate, business was pretty good. In the first month, I actually had sixteen tour groups. Including selling some pork and fish from the mountains, I actually earned more than 60,000 yuan.

This junior high school classmate, who was also my first boyfriend, was named Wang Qisheng. He was a very nice person and worked at a travel agency. I usually stayed in the courtyard of a farmhouse. There were more than a dozen rooms in the house. I liked the rooms on the east side. Next to the rooms was an open-air bathhouse without a roof. I liked to lie in the big bathtub in the bathhouse and look at the stars. Although the bathtub was not inlaid with jade, I liked it very much. After dating Wang Qisheng for a month, he slept with me in this huge bathtub.

This was the first time I'd done this with the person I love, and it felt very different. He was very kind and didn't care about my past. We decided to get married in October, and I was very happy. I would occasionally call Sister Yue, and she said she was doing well. But after calling her for more than two months, she said that since I had left early and her job was special, she wouldn't let me call her anymore. I thought about it and agreed. I thanked her profusely again and didn't call her again, but I thought I would still let her know when we got married.

On the day of the Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day), we invited a lot of classmates from junior high, high school, and even elementary school to have a barbecue. Everyone drank from the afternoon until the evening. I had drunk a bit too much and was going to take a shower because everyone said they would party until dawn. But when I closed the shower door, I saw someone who surprised me beyond measure.

"Brother Hua, what are you doing here?" I laughed awkwardly and tried to open the door to leave, because I saw Brother Hua lying naked in my large bathtub. But as soon as I took a step back, two people grabbed me.

"It's nothing, just brought you a gift since you're getting married." At this moment, someone brought over a large storage box. I then realized that the person who brought the storage box and the two people who were grabbing me were actually the two workers and a barbecue chef I had just hired.

The chef placed the storage box in front of me and then opened it.

"Sister Yue." "Waaah!"

I tried to call out, but one person had already covered my mouth, and the other person reached into my skirt and slowly pulled down my underwear. Finally, the underwear, which was full of sweat and stench, was stuffed into my mouth.

I cried again because inside the storage box was Sister Yue. Sister Yue had also been disemboweled and had her limbs amputated, much like Miao Miao's death. Her breasts had also been cut off, but her facial expression was not one of pain; she even had a forced smile on her face.

"Xiaoyue knows too much and uses these things to threaten me, to prevent me from causing you trouble. If that were all, it would be fine, but she actually reported me to the police. I hate people who betray me the most, so I slowly, slowly cut her into pieces. After you've seen it, I'll feed this bitch to the dogs." Hua Ge stood up and said through gritted teeth. He grabbed Yue Jie's breasts and kneaded them forcefully. Blood flowed down into Yue Jie's cut vulva. The incision was very clean, and the vagina was completely split open. The labia, pubic hair, and pubic bone were all separated from the middle. The menstrual labia were very small and dark brown. But when the man she had followed since her teens used a knife to cut that place open, I really didn't know what Yue Jie was thinking.

Looking at Sister Yue's neatly arranged body in the storage box, I didn't cry but tried to open my mouth.

"You want to speak, right? You'd better not shout, or a lot of people will die." Someone removed the underwear from my mouth.

"Why? She's been with you since she was a teenager. You didn't marry her, fine, but why did you kill her?"

"Hmph, she's gone down this path and doesn't even recognize her own mother anymore. What love? She brought this on herself. Let me tell you, the Wuhan police have started thoroughly investigating clubs like ours. That idiot from the Hanyang club was already in jail yesterday, and he'll probably get shot sooner or later. As for my club, hehe, because of my older brothers, it'll be fine. You know too much and you've left my club, so you must die today."

I saw the chef pull out a sharp knife. It was the knife they used to slaughter the sheep this morning; it still had sheep's blood and wool on it. I knew what they were going to do next. I trembled all over, but I didn't scream. I knew Hua Ge's background; he really had the ability to kill everyone who knew about this.

I closed my eyes in despair. The people driving me put me in a large bathtub. I knelt down and was stripped naked. Suddenly, I felt like I had turned into a little sow, about to be slaughtered and eaten. Maybe I really was a little sow, and my final fate was to be cut in half and then enter someone else's stomach.

I even fantasized that they would cut me into pieces like an animal and roast me, then share me with my beloved Wang Qisheng and my junior high and high school classmates.

Hua Ge gave me an injection in my crotch—it was ice. I quickly became excited. The chef put two fingers into my genitals and kept kneading them. I also had an orgasm, but an even bigger orgasm was yet to come. The chef took out a half-foot-long sharp knife—the butcher's knife.

Hua Ge covered my mouth and held my head still. I closed my eyes even tighter; I knew what was about to happen.

The chef stroked my abdomen and then pressed a knife against it. My abdomen tightened, and my heart pounded.

"Sizzle!" The sound was faint, and I felt a chill in my lower abdomen. I knew the knife had pierced my abdomen, just above my pubic hair. I looked down and saw that half the knife was inside, followed by excruciating pain.

"Ahhh!" I screamed in pain, but the noise from the barbecue outside was so loud that no one could hear my final scream as my mouth and nose were covered.

"Swish!" The knife sliced right into my heart.

My abdomen felt light, and I felt something flow onto the ground, a strong smell of internal organs.

"This is what it feels like to be killed."

A large hole was cut in my stomach, the snow-white skin and bright red wound forming a stark contrast. My navel had been cut in half. Wang Qisheng loved my navel the most. The chef reached into my stomach, grabbed my large intestine and fat, and pulled it outward.

"Ugh!" I vomited. There was food, there was blood. Tears streamed down my face, not from sadness, but from the sheer pain. This pain was indescribable. To have one's stomach ripped open and internal organs removed—only the dying person could understand how blissful a painful death could be. The knife moved swiftly and skillfully as the chef slowly and expertly severed the connections between the internal organs and the abdominal cavity. He then cut open the pubic area, removing the uterus. I saw my vaginal opening, still a perfect red. The labia were like a half-open mouth, half-closed, but blood was already flowing from them, separated from their owner's body, becoming a plaything in someone else's hands.

Then came the removal of my breasts. It hurt, but it didn't feel as painful as the abdominal dissection anymore, because I was about to die. The groin was slicing open, my legs were being cut off, my arms were being severed, and my body was slowly being dismembered.

The skin was peeled off, and the golden-orange fat, along with the muscle, was cut into fist-sized pieces. The internal organs were slowly washed, cut into sections, skewered on steel skewers, and then taken to the yard to be grilled. Wisps of smoke rose, and the yellow fat dripped onto the grill, making a sizzling sound.

The classmates and he ate and sang with great enjoyment, but their voices grew softer and softer, and farther and farther away.

A high-class prostitute's head was severed, and Hua Ge used it for his final oral sex. The large bathtub was filled with blood and bits of flesh. Someone flushed it clean, leaving no trace. Min Xiaoying's disappearance only caused a stir in Minjiaping for less than a week, because someone said she had become a prostitute and abandoned Wang Qisheng.

Wang Qisheng got married in November, but the bride wasn't the high-class prostitute Min Xiaoying. The last part of Min Xiaoying's body was also put into a storage box, becoming food for Hua Ge's Tibetan Mastiff along with her beloved Yue Jie. A new female manager arrived at Hua Yue Lou. She was very capable and, like Yue Jie, selected new college graduates, using both soft and hard tactics. She was also selected by Yue Jie. At the time, she and another student from her class... A girl was tricked into going to Wuhan. Inside a luxury Mercedes, Sister Yue asked them if they wanted to do it. Her classmate said no, so she was pushed out of the car and run over by six cars that couldn't avoid her in time. Her face was disfigured and her flesh was mangled. In the end, she stayed and slowly became the top hostess at Huayue Club, slowly became a senior hostess, and slowly embarked on a path of no return.

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