[Human Past Events] (09-11) Author: Poro_Ero

Author: poro_ero
Word count: 18330

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Day 371 (

proper-time)

Heidisen Central Cemetery, Crimea.

A light drizzle fell from the sky, and a cool breeze carried a hint of chill. The evergreen trees in the cemetery swayed in the night
, and seemingly some ghostly shapes wandered and roamed among the branches. Yang Tianming held a black
rose in his hand and walked to that familiar spot, stopping in front of the tombstone.

He wanted to think of Bearchen, but the painful memories made him avoid thinking about it. It seemed that doing so would
attract bad luck.

Yang Tianming didn't know whether he
had . The Western psychologist Freud called it "libido,"
while in China it was called "youth power." Everything Yang Tianming did, starting with suckling breast milk, was
a pursuit of dominating women under the rule of women.

"Like an innocent little wolf chasing an antelope on the grassland, getting kicked dizzy by a fat thigh

as punishment for failure and reward for victory, everyone takes a piece of my heart with a self-righteous excuse

. In this world, the victor is king." A voice quietly sang, then gradually disappeared into the empty
cemetery .

Yang Tianming dared not question the voice, fearing to attract misfortune, and could only comfort himself that everything was as usual.

In a daze, the cemetery was no longer burying Bearchen, but Wang Xiang, Wang Ting; Huang Rong,
Huang Ying? Li Qian, Li Huilin; Liu Jia, Liu Yuxuan, and all those women who attracted him,
famous or unknown, on the screen, in photos, in life, on the street, unintentionally luring him
onto the path of becoming stronger. Every time he became stronger, he lost interest in the women he could conquer. The peach blossoms remained, but
the faces changed. "Libido," or "youthful power," gradually withered away.

"Life is like a moth that never lands, constantly rushing towards the flames of karma, seeing clearly
the shell that dissipates in the air each time." The voice rang out again.

"Life is like constantly drawing circles to trap yourself; when you're tired, jump out." Yang Tianming
answered .

Worldly thoughts were severed, but the road was still long.

Yang Tianming pulled out Hades' pistol, a gift from the captain. Yang Tianming could hardly imagine
how his predecessor had completed the organization's mission, but now, he would use this incredibly powerful gun to destroy Bear
Chen's grave.

"There's a grave in your heart, hiding a living dead." The surrounding voice continued.

The bullet had already flown out, exploding the graveyard. Fragments were scattered in the coffin, but no bones were found.

This was not surprising at all; Bear Chen had dodged him. He, too, had dodged Bear
Chen.

However, Yang Tianming did not know where the exit from the maze lay. Yesterday's dream and today's encounter might
be exactly the same , only the script had been slightly altered. Stepping out of a small circle reveals oneself within a larger
one. No matter how one jumps, the outside world is unknown and vast, while the inner world is cold and treacherous.

A wisp of translucent smoke drifts from afar, carrying a faint fragrance—the scent of peaches. A pink hue
gradually , and his lower body begins to stir, surging with heat, restless and agitated.

Yang Tianming is somewhat confused when a woman's hand slips in from behind him, gently caressing
his firm, muscular chest.

The pink mist before his eyes gradually clears, revealing a woman exuding a delicate fragrance, around sixteen years old,
exceptionally alluring, with almond-shaped eyes full of affection and slightly parted cherry lips. Beautiful. The woman's clothes are disheveled; she has
large eyes and a small mouth, fair skin, and her upper garment is half-covered, revealing her breasts. Her red skirt is also loose, revealing
her lower abdomen . Beneath her two snow-white thighs, it seems she has lost her embroidered shoes, wearing only white socks. The woman's figure was curvaceous
and incredibly sexy. Her large, snow-white, and elastic breasts, like two proud mountain peaks, pressed firmly against Yang
Tianming .

The rational Yang Tianming had already ascended to a state of ecstasy. But the remaining Yang Tianming's robust body, in the prime of its youth, couldn't help but tremble
at the sight. All the blood rushed to his manhood, and it rose,
asking, "Could you come a little closer?"

The woman looked at his genitals and replied, "Why are you so impatient? I'll let you see enough later."

The woman moved her jade-like feet, emitting a clear, bell-like laugh that made Yang Tianming dizzy. Her proud
breasts were almost touching Yang Tianming's nose. The woman removed her clothes, revealing a perfectly sculpted naked body
before Yang Tianming.

Yang Tianming smelled a unique scent, a distinctive aroma that wasn't exactly fragrant, but like a drug
, intoxicating and making his heart pound. Yang Tianming's strong, powerful hands cupped the woman's jade-like arms,
pressing hard on her breasts, which surprisingly released a fragrant milky scent—it was overflowing milk.

Power is the best aphrodisiac, but this milk was no less potent. Sex remained the most intense
pleasure in the world, making one subservient and enslaved. In the sea of sensual desire, his thick, hard penis,
teased by the woman's skillful tongue, had grown to the thickness of a child's arm.

"I'll acknowledge you as my brother, and from now on, I'll be your sister." The woman turned her back, exposing her rear to Yang
Tianming . Her black hair covered half of her smooth, delicate back, swaying slightly in the wind. Her rosy, fair face displayed a happy
yet lewd expression, licking her lips in unsatisfied desire. The woman, feigning this pitiful and charming appearance, continued to coo,
"Brother, brother—faster—faster—come and fuck me—come and stab me—faster!"

The ascended Yang Tianming thought of his own sister and felt utterly disgusted by the woman before him. But Yang Tianming, in his physical body,
was frantic and clumsy, frantically trying to find the entrance to the anus with his penis.

"—Ahhh—Brother, you're so naughty—Don't tease me anymore—Please—I—I'm so itchy

—Good brother—my good brother—please—brother—quickly use your penis—to insert into my

—my..." The woman twisted her waist, revealing a pained expression, and kept moaning.

Yang Tianming, in his physical body, collapsed!

Bewitched by her sweet words, Yang Tianming threw his reason to the winds, his muscles
tensed, and he thrust into the opening with a powerful thrust. Having entered the flower's nest, he lost his composure, intoxicated by lust.
He clung haphazardly to the woman's back, his hands kneading her large breasts, thrusting incessantly, his entire body yearning for
every inch her skin to rub against his flesh.

Her skin was so soft and smooth! The friction felt incredibly good.

"Oh—Brother—you're so strong—I feel so good—harder—harder

—brother—oh—harder—ah—ah—so good—ah—gentle—ah—

I'm going to come—so good—harder—brother—you're so amazing—you're so fierce—my dear

brother ." As she moaned, the woman suddenly locked her vaginal opening, tightly gripping Yang Tianming's penis, causing him to
open his mouth and stick out his tongue. Like a floodgate opening, his penis released a torrent of hot, thick male essence.

Yang Tianming seemed to have been deprived of sex for a long time, going mad with pleasure, his eyes glazed over, like he'd been turned into a fool.

The woman frantically absorbed his yang energy with her vagina. Yang Tianming held the woman's waist, thrusting his massive member
forcefully into her vagina. Plop plop plop, Yang Tianming offered his offspring to the woman without reservation.

"—So good—my big Ding Ri brother—oh—oh—this Ding Ri—is so big—

so good—good brother—sister can't take it—you're moving—ah—good—Ding Ri—you're so

strong—my little hole is about to be fucked to pieces by brother—ah—ah—about to be fucked to pieces by brother—ah—ah—ah

—ah—so good—so comfortable—so hot semen—so much—it's really hot—give it

all to me—sister isn't full yet—ah—ah—so much—I can hardly hold any more—ah

—ah—" The woman let out a soul-stirring moan.

Yang Tianming, on the other hand, looked as if he had aged twenty years, pale and aged.

"What's wrong with you, my dear brother?" the woman said coquettishly, revealing a conqueror's expression. With a gentle
push, she effortlessly sent Yang Tianming to the ground, her lower body pressing against his face. She slowly twisted her hips from side to
side , her vulva rubbing against his face. "Oh—ah—" she
groaned softly as her hips twisted faster and faster. Yang Tianming couldn't stop breathing, but what he inhaled was a delicate fragrance, the scent of a young girl's
body !

The woman changed her position, straddling Yang Tianming's thick thighs naked, and frantically squeezed
his large testicles with her hands.

"You, you have to spare me, I can't take it anymore." Yang Tianming had no will to fight, his breath coming in gasps.

The woman ignored Yang Tianming's pleas for mercy, and directly thrust herself into him, her jade hands pressing against his bulging
chest, her hips moving violently up and down, swallowing and spitting out Yang Tianming's huge penis. "Wow—

ah—this feels so good—oh oh—brother—I—ah—it feels so good—

"

The woman suddenly grabbed Yang Tianming's collarbone, lifting him up into a sitting position,
burying his head in her large breasts. Her beautiful legs wrapped around his waist, her fragrance
growing stronger, their bodies becoming increasingly sticky. The woman's eyes were fixed on Yang Tianming's crown,
a sly glint in them, and she smiled alluringly.

She was breathtakingly beautiful!

She was fair-skinned and beautiful, so beautiful that even a man's heart would flutter at first glance! Her clothes were disheveled . A sheer fabric adorned her body, her
breasts like bamboo shoots, two crimson areolas and nipples protruding from the thin fabric! Her cleavage was deep, her waist short and slender,
her abdomen flat.

Yet, despite the woman's unparalleled beauty, Yang Tianming, with his head bowed, couldn't see it. Sweat from her cleavage
slowly seeped down his nose, into his nostrils, and onto the corners of his mouth. "Such big, tender breasts!" Yang Tianming
couldn't breathe any longer, couldn't think any more, completely succumbing to the allure of her enormous breasts.

The woman's eyes were alluring, "Strong brother, if you want to eat, then eat. You're the best."

Yang Tianming opened his mouth and bit into a piece of fragrant breast. The hot, fragrant, tender flesh entered his mouth, firm yet soft—such wonderful
young breasts. A stream of milk shot into Yang Tianming's throat. The wondrous taste drove Yang Tianming mad with
desire, finding it fragrant, sweet, and delicious.

"Hahaha, delicious, isn't it? My hunchback, it's all yours, ahaha, you'll get what's coming to you later,
eat up!" The woman closed her eyes tightly, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her pretty mouth slightly open, her breathing rapid. As she spoke, she
gently stroked Yang Tianming's fiery penis with one slender jade hand. "Strong man—suck it quickly—quickly—my
breasts—so full—suck it quickly—"

The penis slowly rose, sliding over the woman's white jade-like abdomen. The woman impatiently bent down, scraping the shiny penis hard with
her fingernails , making it even more magnificent and shiny. Then the woman
put the now fiery red penis into her mouth, filling it to the brim, pressing the tip of her tongue against the glans, gently thrusting.

Yang Tianming had already tasted this move; a beautiful girl should have such skillful oral sex techniques. Yang Tianming
still rolled his eyes comfortably, panting heavily, and began to thrust in and out of her mouth, feeling more and more pleasure,
more and more comfort. This stunningly beautiful young woman worked diligently and devoutly, sometimes licking, sometimes sucking, sometimes
kissing the dragon's body tenderly, sometimes probing the glans with her little tongue.

Yang Tianming's thrusts became increasingly vigorous, and the woman couldn't help but retreat, looking up at him with her large, watery eyes,
feigning innocent disgust, saying, "Brother Meng, your penis is too long, it's so uncomfortable when it goes down my throat."

Then she forcefully pushed open the glans, deeply stimulating Yang Tianming's vas deferens, and then spurted out semen, flowing back into Yang
Tianming's prostate, constantly licking. Yang Tianming felt as if he had been electrocuted, unable to withstand several attacks, shivering
several times, and then, with a few "uh-uh" sounds, he gushed out gushes of semen, splashing onto the woman's esophagus
and tongue. The woman tasted the semen and exclaimed in pleasure.

Yang Tianming's limbs felt like they had fallen apart, and then everything went black.

The woman grew increasingly beautiful and alluring. Suddenly, she leaned close to Yang Tianming's ear. Yang Tianming
felt captivated by her radiant beauty, and stared in a daze. Starting from his ear, the woman
licked every inch of his body, sucking away every drop of his bodily secretions.

After she finished, Yang Tianming was like a living skeleton, utterly exhausted, weak both internally and externally,
his internal fluids about to erupt. In his final moments of lucidity, he pushed the woman aside and thrust his penis inside her,
seemingly touching her vulnerable vulva. He then grabbed her genitals and began to pound into her. The woman's smooth, round, porcelain-like
buttocks were subjected to this wanton assault, her slippery back drenched in sweat. The woman looked back at him, her eyes
glazed , her face flushed, and she gasped for breath.

"Ah—uh—brother—brother, poke me hard—poke me hard—your

penis—brother is so big—thick—long—it's right up to my flower heart—I'm about to die

—brother—that's it—right up to my flower heart—brother—you are my dear brother—you are mine—

it feels so good—such a big penis—it feels so good—it feels so good—brother—I can't take it anymore

—don't pull it out—brother—" The woman excitedly grabbed Yang Tianming's already injured collarbone again, and
hooked

Yang Tianming up halfway. "

Yang Tianming plunged his head into the woman's huge breasts again, almost unable to breathe.

"Brother—you're so good—I'm going to climax from your fucking—you're so strong—" The woman continued
to vigorously rotate Yang Tianming's penis with her moist vagina. One soft, jade-like hand, even more restless, reached
behind her round buttocks, her five fingers slightly open, grasping Yang Tianming's testicles, suddenly squeezing and releasing forcefully, making Yang Tianming cry out
in pain and pleasure, "Ouch!" as he firmly pressed against the woman's clitoris for five seconds.

"Ah—brother, you're so brave—so good—I'm going to die of pleasure—harder—brother

—I love you so much—brother, I love you to death—ah—ah—I can't take it anymore—

I can't much longer—" The woman's vagina began to contract rhythmically, eroding Yang Tianming's will, sucking at
Yang Tianming's penis, an increasingly strong suction pulling it deep into her flesh, tightly wrapped by the dense flesh of the vaginal walls,
becoming increasingly swollen. The center of her anus was like a... Her large mouth directly swallowed Ding Ri's head. Yang
Tianming's Ding Ri felt as if it were in a fiery inferno, involuntarily leaking copious amounts of fluid from its urethral opening.

The woman laughed triumphantly, digging her fingernails into Yang Tianming's collarbone and shaking him back and forth. Yang Tianming's
veins . Just as he was about to resist, the woman's jade
-like mouth suddenly closed his, her hot, fragrant tongue flooding his mouth, bringing waves of honeyed juice.

Seeing this, Yang Tianming, high in the sky, already understood what was going on. This was a pleasure of being played with by a woman. This manipulation instilled in
Yang Tianming a desire to control women, who, in turn, could not control him. Thus ,
he set his sights on something higher, gradually guiding his life. This kind of psychology is uncommon;
it must have been deeply ingrained from his childhood training with a succubus.

High above, Yang Tianming stared blankly at the woman who was frantically absorbing his flesh. Suddenly, a strange fragrance wafted over,
and slender hands began to caress his chest. The woman seemed to... The clone, with a flick of its sleeve, ascended to the heavens in a gust of wind
. Yang Tianming felt dizzy and disoriented, so he leaped down to the thirty-third heaven,
leaving behind his celestial clone.

The woman was also like a fairy, a natural beauty, her gaze tender and captivating. Two strands of hair cascaded down her cheeks and
over her breasts, her nipples like pink blossoms on snow-covered peaks, truly a celestial beauty.

The woman half-covered her mouth with her jade-like hand, smiling seductively at Yang Tianming in the heavens, making him parched.

"Great Immortal, you've been watching for so long, would you like me to help you harmonize your yin and yang?" The woman raised her jade-like hands, stroking
Yang Tianming's cheeks, then moving down his neck, unbuttoning her clothes and tossing them below the clouds. The woman slowly loosened her belt,
her skirt falling to the ground, revealing a pair of white and pink breasts, the nipples proudly pointing upwards. Her waist was slender, and her abdomen
flat. "Such a beautiful body, such a comfortable feeling, you must have never seen anything like it before, right? Smell my daughter's fragrance."

Yang Tianming felt a strange sensation and was about to speak when a voice suppressed him, replacing his
consciousness. The voice spoke, a very romantic and wonderful feeling he had never experienced in many years,
like a virgin being caressed for the first time. Yang Tianming's essence surged into his lower abdomen, and his penis immediately
became erect, straining against his pants, painfully throbbing. He then instinctively stripped off his clothes, facing the woman directly.

The woman was excited, bringing his penis to her lips and kissing it, her tongue
licking , sending waves of tingling sensations through Yang Tianming's body. Yang Tianming was in a daze, feeling
a wonderful and indescribable sensation, only knowing that he now belonged to the woman. Knowing she

had taken the bait, the woman lay sprawled in the clouds, her long, jade-like legs shrouded in mist, her curves exquisite,
making Yang Tianming's penis throb with desire. The woman thought to herself, "This young man is absolutely adorable, so strong and handsome. The more he pants
, the more handsome and adorable he becomes. I must win him over."

Yang Tianming obediently bent down and kissed the woman's naked body, his tongue gradually moving down from her breasts
to her lower abdomen. He used his saliva to dissolve the mist that resembled a skirt, revealing the woman's naked beauty before him.
The stunningly beautiful young woman, her snow-white body stained with
alluring exuded a fragrance that could drive any male wild. The mist dissipated, revealing
the woman's slender, jade-like toes. Her toes were very white, and her toenails were smeared with the juice of red roses, a reddish hue with
a floral essential oil scent.

The woman lightly stroked the base of Yang Tianming's penis with her fingernails, causing the vas deferens to twitch like a harp string. Through
the mist of sucked deeply, and Yang Tianming felt an overwhelming pleasure, utterly powerless to resist. He ejaculated his first semen, shooting it
into the woman's mouth.

High above, the woman swallowed the first semen, finding it incredibly nourishing. The more semen she consumed, the more beautiful she became.

Her radiant face grew even more alluring, and she cried out with increasing wildness: "So good—so sweet and
delicious —ah—so tasty—mmm—brother, more—sister isn't full—sister wants more—"

The woman sucked for the time it takes to burn two incense sticks before stopping. Yang Tianming's penis remained erect, continuously
spurting out "juice," but this time it was no longer white, but red!

Yang Tianming trembled all over, his legs stiffening, feeling as if a dam had been breached, every drop of his
essence being absorbed.

The sun had not yet set, and a giant comet was gradually obscuring it. This
uninvited guest stirred up the heavens and the earth, and the three thousand worlds suddenly became gloomy. Yang Tianming, below the thirty-three heavens, seemed
to be moved.

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Night 371 (

proper-time)

At the Temple of Athena,

the enormous Greek comet roared, dragging its long tail as it swept into the sun, much like the scene of a female egg being fertilized.

The small comet pierced through the corona, and spacetime became no longer flat, and the Earth-Moon system also tilted slightly.

The entire world seemed to vibrate like a locomotive, the gradually darkening twilight sky suddenly plunging into darkness.
The beings possessing spiritual power and energy, accustomed to the angular momentum of the Earth-Moon system, couldn't keep up with the speed of the anomaly. The great anomaly lasted only
0.7 seconds, but it was enough to throw the world into chaos. Frustrated gods and immortals began removing their masks, selling off
assets, and seeking safer havens. The soaring US dollar index reversed course, and
a sell-off quietly emerged. However, the panic of the global hegemon allowed Maitreya, ranked second, to breathe a sigh of relief. With Maitreya
abroad, the capital transactions within his homeland could temporarily pause, allowing for a harvest.

Beneath the Nine Heavens, Yang Tianming's celestial body and mortal form vanished without a trace. Even more terrifying than the tremors of heaven and earth
was the strange disturbance in the energy field. Succubi sensed this anomaly with extreme fear. In the blink of an eye, the succubi
found themselves outside the temples of Athens, Greece.

Thick, dark clouds rolled in, and arriving was Yang Tianming's spirit from the Thirty-Three Heavens.
A , rapidly widening and shooting out dazzling light. The Greek people shielded their eyes and looked up in awe at
the magnificent sight on Mount Olympus. It resembled a majestic golden castle, dispersing the dark clouds and slowly descending.

The cauldron-shaped peak at the very center of the "castle" instilled a sense of inferiority
in simply knelt on the ground, heads bowed, confessing and weeping, before finding
a crack in the ground to disappear into, vanishing into the earth.

After the sun evaporated most of the comet, it still let it go. The spacetime curvature of the solar system returned to its smooth state, and
the gates of the Thirty-Three Heavens closed once more. The world returned to normal.

However, from Athens' perspective, the sun had already set.

"May my family be safe and sound, and may my younger siblings all get married and start their own families soon," a Chinese
woman prayed before the Greek gods. The wealthy Chinese women in the temple scoffed, mocking her vulgarity. Their
children, regardless of their natural beauty, were dressed in exquisite clothes, looking radiant
, running and playing together.

Yang Tianming couldn't see this scene of little girls and boys playing; he was leaning against the statue, panting heavily .
His body, drained by the succubus, couldn't recover effectively. The succubus was probably nearby, and if she discovered Yang Tianming's mortal body
was still intact, she would surely come to devour him. Yang Tianming wanted to find a place to hide temporarily. Before his body recovered, he might
not even have the ability to find Kuronosu; he might be
assassinated and his position taken away. Sigh, he wondered where Sherry was now.

"Huh?"

Yang Tianming was startled by the woman's voice. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the Chinese woman, Yan Tinggu
. She had prominent cheekbones and wasn't particularly beautiful, but she was young. However, due to poor hygiene, her body was covered in
germs, suggesting she had likely struggled to survive in the countryside. "Are you Hercules, or Prometheus?"

Yan Tinggu asked curiously.

Yang Tianming inwardly smiled bitterly at Yan Tinggu's ignorance. Yan Tinggu leaned closer, wanting to offer her vital energy to
this demigod before her; at least in her eyes, she had never seen a man so
handsome .

Yang Tianming declined, only inquiring about a way to leave discreetly: "I'm neither a god nor a demigod;
I just want to find a tunnel to leave this place." Unexpectedly, Yan Tinggu opened a curtain, pointed to a tunnel, and said that
the people there might help you.

Yang Tianming stared in surprise at this ordinary woman. Yan Tinggu explained that she helped others manage
small and had met some communists. Although she hadn't participated herself, she knew many unofficial connections.

Yang Tianming was still astonished. When did Greece have an international communist movement again? When did such a large modern nation
start operating through these shady dealings?

After thanking the man, Yang Tianming entered the tunnel, suppressing his inner energy, making him appear much more haggard. The tunnel
was pitch black After walking about a hundred steps, he soon encountered the gatekeeper, Tchailovsky. Seeing a foreign beggar
enter, he thought it was an opportunity to recruit more members and began to complain to Yang Tianming in broken English about
the weakness , hoping to unite the forces of Greece and even the entire European world to overthrow the rule of capitalists.

"The world is ruled by God," he said.

Yang Tianming was unable to explain to the kind old man before him, and simply nodded meekly, looking for some snacks
and a place to rest.

The cave was lit by kerosene lamps from three hundred years ago, dim and lifeless, but much brighter than the previous tunnels
. The person in charge of cleaning was a kind and honest man named John, wearing a coarse cloth headscarf,
his sallow face etched with marks that shouldn't be there for someone his age. John liked to pick up cigarette butts from the ground and
remake them into cigarettes to smoke. Chunjun, dressed simply, was in charge of the clerk's duties.
Chunjun had a high-bridged nose, delicate cherry lips, and was taciturn. Yang Tianming
was fairly accepting of Chunjun; she had the appearance of a good student, though not quite. But in this poor environment,
it was hard to muster any enthusiasm.

After a meal, everyone rested, sharing a bed but separated by blankets. The blankets hadn't seen sunlight in a long time and
smelled musty. Before Yang Tianming could even entertain any impure thoughts, Uncle Tchaikovsky woke him up for a crash
course . John followed along blankly, while Chunjun remained asleep in bed, her
head covered by the blanket as a sign of resistance to the material she had studied countless times. Three men huddled around the bed, a woman wrapped in the blankets
.

Although the blanket was thick, it accentuated the woman's beautiful curves and her plump, eager-to-be-penetrated buttocks, but
the men seemed completely oblivious.

Under the dim oil lamp, Tchaikovsky carefully took out a somewhat worn book and began
babbling . Because they were the lowest strata of humanity, they couldn't communicate using the language of consciousness like the middle and upper classes;
even succubi understood Yang Tianming's way of comprehension better than these people. Suddenly, the old man clenched his right fist and waved it forcefully
, uttering a low, guttural song. John joined in, and Yang Tianming recognized
the melody—it was the Internationale. The lyrics floated in his mind: "This is the final struggle, unite for tomorrow. The Internationale
, will surely be realized..."

Suddenly, a fist burst between the three men, followed by a head peeking out from under the blankets,
and Chunjun joined in the singing.

The scene before him was so simple that Yang Tianming was at a loss for words. Clearly, the mastermind behind it all hadn't yet
emerged at this grassroots level. Chunjun, a university graduate, could converse with Yang Tianming in English.
She excitedly imagined how wonderful the world would become if everyone strived for innovation and became talented.
Yang Tianming asked Chunjun where she would work internationally if she could. Chunjun
answered with longing, "Morgan Stanley and Goldman Sachs."

Looking at Chunjun's simple, slightly worn clothing, Yang Tianming sensed a strange atmosphere.
Europe had a history of extremism, with all sorts of bizarre and contradictory organizations emerging. Encountering one today was
n't surprising .

Yang Tianming felt he shouldn't linger here; who knew what strange things he might be dragged into? He decided
to escape under the cover of night.

The daily strikes and negotiations had worn the Greeks down. When Yang Tianming emerged, Mount Olympus was sparsely
populated . To avoid potential jungle succubi, he walked along the road. From the jungle,
lewd moans still echoed. He couldn't tell if it was from prostitutes or a succubus's trap.

Few pedestrians were on the road. Among two people walking arm in arm, a tall, scantily clad, heavily made
-up woman, seeing a Chinese man strolling, decisively abandoned her short friend and approached him: "Sir, you
're so handsome, be my boyfriend? I admit my tastes are a bit strange, hehehe." Looking at her
, Yang Tianming felt no desire for sex and politely declined by changing the subject: "The world is still too turbulent; I have no interest in
romance." Unexpectedly, the woman persisted: "Let's do naughty things together; I like your
gentle nature."

The distant, lewd voice grew closer, seemingly approaching Yang Tianming. He didn't know if the woman was a succubus
or being controlled by one. Terrified, Yang Tianming abandoned the woman and began to run. After running about a hundred steps,
the woman didn't seem to be chasing him. However, the lewd sounds were drowned out by the roar of an engine. A Ferrari
roared past from behind, suddenly braked sharply, its rear end lifting almost ninety degrees before slamming into the ground, shaking
twice. The polymer material of the front tires was rubbed until it shone, making the car body even more red.

The driver was a long-haired girl with an average face, but the scent of her shampoo wafted far. Sitting in the passenger seat
was a clever and shrewd young woman with a 4/6 parted ponytail, wearing a semi-transparent pink shirt,
her underwear vaguely visible, truly alluring, making one want to touch her. In the back seat, close to Yang Tianming,
were two more young women. One was a capable and beautiful woman who took off her sunglasses and sized up Yang Tianming, but her
double-parted hairstyle didn't suit her looks. The other woman seemed to be wearing heavy makeup, was petite, wore black stockings, and her eyes
revealed a hint of pity towards Yang Tianming.

"Hey buddy, get in!" the long-haired female driver called out in Mandarin. Good heavens,
are there really this many people traveling abroad these days? Yang Tianming thought to himself.

She looked like an ordinary person, and to escape the succubus of the jungle, Yang Tianming agreed.

The female driver opened the door and introduced herself, "Hello, my name is Zhou Hui. You drive, I'll squeeze in
from the back , it'll be more convenient." Wanting to escape this hellish place as fast as he could, Yang Tianming readily agreed, got into
the seat, put his foot on the accelerator, and closed the door. Unexpectedly, Zhou Hui suddenly shoved him forward. Zhou Hui squeezed into
the driver's seat , slammed the door shut, stomped on Yang Tianming's foot, and revved the engine. By the time Yang Tianming came to his senses,
the Faraday Future was already roaring and swerving around a bend.

Amidst the roar of the engine and the howling wind, the shrewd young woman on his left slapped him across the face,
leaving Yang Tianming bewildered. Then another slap brought him back to his senses. Facing the howling wind, Yang Tianming
actually felt a surge of pleasure. Seeing the young woman staring intently at his bruised face, Yang Tianming suddenly realized,
"It's over. I've fallen into the clutches of my countrymen." The young woman immediately bit down on Yang Tianming's carotid artery,
intently sucking his blood. Yang Tianming's body stiffened from the bite, unable even to touch the clever young woman's breasts; he could only stare
blankly at her alluring lingerie beneath her sheer, transparent shirt.

Zhou Hui switched the Faraday Future to autopilot, kicked the clever young woman back into the passenger seat, straddled
Yang Tianming's penis, used her right hand to stop the bleeding from his carotid artery, and her delicate left hand to caress his penis
, waiting for her chance to penetrate. The clever young woman watched with slight disgust.

Yang Tianming, his mind clouded by the aphrodisiac in Zhou Hui's hair and feeling the
exquisite , immediately became erect. Before she could continue her varied rubbing, Yang Tianming tightened his abdominal muscles, lifted
his waist, and thrust into her vagina in one go. Unfortunately, he was like a tiger fallen into a pit, missing its target. Zhou Hui was quite pleased with herself, happily
sitting down and wildly swaying.

However, in less than three thrusts, she drew out Yang Tianming's semen. No, it was just fluid; there was no sperm left.

Angrily, Zhou Hui grabbed Yang Tianming's chin, looking down at him with utter contempt. Yang Tianming
looked at Zhou Hui helplessly, feeling that his current physical state was truly out of control, yet also particularly enjoying
Zhou Hui 's current contemptuous gaze. The capable woman in the back seat put on sunglasses and leaned forward, inhaling
some of Yang Tianming's exhaled yang energy. Only the woman in the left back seat remained unmoved.

Zhou Hui leaned down, her long hair flowing down in the wind, slapping Yang Tianming's face in a messy manner, her hazy eyes making
Yang Tianming want to kiss her. Zhou Hui only wanted to smell Yang Tianming up close to see if his essence was completely depleted. Before Yang Tianming could
kiss her , she ruthlessly got up, preventing him from kissing her. Zhou Hui was still hesitating whether to continue draining him or
let him go. The woman in the left rear seat said with disgust, "Such a filthy man, he has nothing, why bother eating
him?" Zhou Hui thought it made sense, so she drifted to the parking spot, threw Yang Tianming out of the car, and
sped away towards Mount Olympus.

Truly, a beautiful woman withered into a skeleton.

Yang Tianming patted the dust off his clothes and realized he was already in the city. The city was brightly lit and bustling with traffic, but there were few
pedestrians , and those who were there were only people like him, dressed in tattered clothes. Although the private cars all looked cold and indifferent,
the lack of passengers meant that taxis had disappeared, and the city's public transportation system was still running mechanically and rigidly.

Yang Tianming was so weak from being drained that he couldn't walk far before he hailed a bus.

The bus was crowded with elderly men and women, most carrying small goods. It seemed as if beggars and the elderly didn't need to buy tickets.
The women dressed in all sorts of cheap clothing, crowded and jostled inside, hoping for a free ride.
Doing business in a suitable place. Some older women even declared that the stock market could reach 10,000 points, and now was the perfect time to buy.
After being hurt by women on sports cars and buses, Yang Tianming suddenly felt that Chunjun, the communist activist, was truly kind and approachable,
much better than the others. The immobile Yang Tianming began to imagine
scenes of him spreading her snow-white thighs and violating her private parts—in parks, by ponds, on riverbanks, in stairwells—making her moan with pleasure, her juices flowing freely.
Her red glasses reminded Yang Tianming of a colleague's innocent girlfriend, her infectious, charming smile
tempting to make a mistake.

(When a person's true heart is hurt, they become perverse to protect their innermost feelings.) It seemed the
aftershocks of the comet still lingered, as if there were voices from a higher, more convoluted space.

Fortunately, after one stop, most of the elderly men and women got off. With fewer people, the view inside the bus
became . "Yang Tianming?" Chunjun, dressed in a small military uniform, appeared in the car, accompanied by a
middle-aged woman. Judging from the woman's strange demeanor, she was at least Chunjun's superior. A car full of
middle-aged women was enough to overwhelm Yang Tianming, but now so many had left, making the exhausted Yang Tianming overjoyed.
He just wanted to cuddle with this young woman.

Yang Tianming approached Chunjun, gently pressing his chest against her shoulder, and whispered, "
What are doing here?"

Chunjun wanted to ask him the same question, wondering when Yang Tianming had left, but she was out
completing a mission assigned by the organization and didn't have time to look for him. She told Yang Tianming to follow organizational discipline in the future. Yang Tianming
could only smile helplessly.

Then Chunjun introduced the French-American secretary beside her with a smile. To show
goodwill kissed her. Yang Tianming instinctively resisted. Seeing the vital energy in her mouth, he remembered Yan Tinggu, who had given
him that energy, and hated himself for not eating it. Now the opportunity had arrived. Regardless of whether this
was no different from a succubus's act, Yang Tianming went forward to suck it in. Saliva mingled, and Yang Tianming felt incredibly comfortable sucking. Suddenly, the airflow
reversed, and Yang Tianming felt the pressure in his empty abdomen increase. His weak body was no match for this
secretary, and he was sucked back by this middle-aged woman. Yang Tianming felt panicked and short of breath, unable to catch his breath. Tension and
anxiety surged up, just like the feeling of being sucked by a succubus, just like the pleasure of being on the verge of suffocation.
Before long , Yang Tianming fainted.

"A down-on-his-luck scholar, his hair long white, ten years of dreams shattered at the public pavilion." In his unconscious state, Yang Tianming's various brain regions
were calculating in parallel. The Great Way, the world for all, was the justice of this society that had been taught to Yang Tianming in his childhood.

But years had passed, dreams were distant, and people were no longer there.

When Yang Tianming woke up, he found himself at a sit-in rally in the city hall, dressed up as a
weak . Most of the people around him were people who had been drained of their energy by the organization, whether voluntarily or involuntarily. The speaker
denounced the exploitation of workers by international capitalists, who suppressed wages and laid off employees. The demonstrators next to him whispered:

"Look, so many people have come today. Our organization has grown stronger."

"Yes, the stock market has plummeted these past few days, and retail investors have all come."

(11)

Day 372 (

proper-time)

Temple of Athena, Greece

"Do you know? Forty years ago, managers' salaries were 20 times that of employees. Today, it's 200 times!
And the unemployment rate for young employees has exceeded half!" The speaker waved his fist and glared angrily. The people below
responded weakly. Several beautiful young ladies circled the sit-in crowd and
took away several energetic young people who were shouting loudly.

"Is that a reward?" a worker next to Yang Tianming whispered. "They say the most enthusiastic ones have
eighty- one virgins serving them!" another worker exclaimed excitedly.

"Breaking news," the speaker pulled out his smartphone and read aloud, "the Central Empire's
stock market in Jiangdu has experienced two consecutive circuit breakers and crashes, triggering a global stock market crash, and gold prices are soaring. Workers, the end of cronyism
is near, the rampant issuance of fiat currency has reached its limit, and our allowances and social security are bankrupt
!" After speaking, the speaker took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, trembled twice, and let out a panting sound before
getting up and leaving. The host, seeing the young female worker with a face covered in white fluid, nonchalantly continued
introducing the next speaker. The young female worker picked up a wad of banknotes from the ground and quietly slipped away when the crowd wasn't looking.

The speech elicited another round of cheers from the crowd. Several more beautiful and charming women arrived, their eyes scanning the remaining strong men
in the crowd . Yang Tianming paid no attention to the low-key atmosphere around him, but sensed
a —a physical turmoil on a certain peninsula. Yang Tianming was secretly surprised; he had only been trapped in Europe for a few days, and
the reversal of the capitalist world caused by the dollar interest rate hike had already spread to Eurasia.

Yang Tianming was completely unaware of his surroundings. A young girl was already standing next to him, ready to take away
the prospective member who fantasized about being served by "eighty-one virgins." Yang Tianming leaned back, preparing
to make way. The girl suddenly tapped the prospective member's forehead, pushing him back to sit down. The prospective
member looked confused, but the girl beckoned to Yang Tianming with her finger, "Brother, come here."

Yang Tianming looked around. "Don't look around, it's you." The girl nodded at Yang Tianming. Yes,
the girl was beckoning to him. Those around him cast envious, jealous, and hostile glances. Yang Tianming
hadn't expected to be chosen, because he hadn't shown any signs of virility; he had simply kept his
head down remained silent.

The girl extended her slender hand and placed it in front of Yang Tianming. Unable to control himself, Yang Tianming placed his hand on
hers and unconsciously rose to follow her. It took him a while to recall that he had actually sensed
the explosion on the peninsula earlier. Was it because his energy had recovered? But could it be so fast? Could this be a final burst of energy
before death ?! This was a cultivator's last reserves before death; once used up, they would be completely exhausted. Moreover, these reserves were still
being released, and Yang Tianming's damaged body could no longer handle such a massive outflow of vital energy.

It was over. A long-absent fear of death surged within Yang Tianming. Was he really
going to die ? Would he cease to exist in the world? Where would his thoughts and memories go?

The girl led Yang Tianming to the small river behind the temple, the rushing water washing over the water plants on both banks.
She was strikingly beautiful in a white dress, a blue skirt, and delicate white stockings. Her innocent expression,
large, clear eyes, and lips the perfect color of a young girl's cherry blossoms made
her seem like a succubus.

"Hello, my name is Maggie, I like candy~" the girl said. Her melodious
voice truly evoked the sweet feeling of eating candy. The girl leaned closer, arms outstretched, looking at Yang Tianming expectantly
. "Can you... hug me?" Her adorable, slightly droopy eyes were undeniably cute, but Yang Tianming,
like terrified squirrel, trembled and helplessly pushed Maggie away with a cry of surprise.
Maggie, frail and delicate, was pushed to the ground, her tender legs cut by the grass. Bright red blood
seeped from beneath her white stockings.

"Seeing a girl injured, aren't you going to help?" Maggie called out to the
vulnerable side of Yang Tianming. Hearing Maggie's sweet voice, his heart softened. "What a beautiful name
, a girl as lovely as snow." But Yang Tianming's higher self could no longer hold back the weaker Yang Tianming within this broken shell
. The cowardly Yang Tianming stood up, slowly regaining control of his body.

"I'm just a girl too. Please help me, the girl is injured." Maggie's voice
was as sweet as candy. Yang Tianming looked at the girl lying on the ground, unable to control his vulnerable self, and
slowly squatted down, stammering, "She's bleeding, we need to stop the bleeding first."

"Then, help me take off my socks first." Maggie's words were different from her previous kittenish
shyness; they carried a touch of mature delicacy, a hint of allure, like the feline charm of a king.

The girl stroked and played with her long, flowing hair, waiting for Yang Tianming to make his move. Yang Tianming's hands trembled slightly as
he touched the girl's thighs.

"Hey, hurry up, I'm bleeding." Maggie was getting impatient, increasing
the frequency of her hair-playing.

Yang Tianming quickly grabbed the lace trim of the girl's white stockings, a long-lost feeling of euphoria shooting through his body like
an electric shock. Yang Tianming couldn't help but shiver.

Maggie's attitude became friendly again, and she gently blew warm breath into Yang Tianming's ear,
saying, "Come on, don't be afraid, take your time. Take off my—stockings."

Her delicate, sweet, and gentle words lingered in his ear as Yang Tianming gently rolled up the lace trim
and slowly pulled it down. As the white stockings were rolled down, the girl's beautiful thighs were gradually
revealed before his eyes. Her fair skin was smooth and radiant. Yang Tianming stared, his heart pounding, his ears
turning red. The stockings stretched from his calves to his ankles, then past his toes, forming an elastic ring with a thin mesh covering
the center .

Yang Tianming caught a whiff of the girl's fragrance and couldn't help but bring the stockings to his nose to admire them.

"Hey, I'm still bleeding," Maggie said impatiently.

Yang Tianming looked at Maggie's wound, bright red fluid seeping from her fair skin. "What should we do
? We don't have any tools to stop the bleeding."

"Just use saliva, haven't you heard that?" Maggie said casually, seemingly unconcerned.

Yang Tianming swallowed, looking at her long, white legs.

"Use your saliva, don't try to bandage it with your clothes," Maggie said, feigning nonchalance.

"But how am I supposed to apply the saliva?" Yang Tianming was bewildered by the anticipation of what was about to happen.

"Anything is fine~" an angelic voice entered his ears again.

Yang Tianming gently leaned down, his lips drawing closer and
closer . It was soft, supple skin.

"Ugh—" the girl let out a soft moan, full of allure. Yang Tianming couldn't help but lick the girl's wound with
his tongue , like a kitten eating fish. The slightly fishy smell of blood, especially coming from
the leg of such a beautiful girl, was so tempting. Yang Tianming gradually expanded the area he licked, from the calf to the ankle to
the toes , frantically licking every inch of the girl's right leg.

Finally, like a dog, Yang Tianming finished licking, panting heavily, and released the girl's right leg. The girl's leg
was now completely covered in Yang Tianming's saliva.

Yang Tianming then wanted to reverse the order, licking from the toes towards the thigh. This intention was
noticed , who kicked Yang Tianming away.

"Disgusting. Trash, hurry up and put my stockings back on," Maggie said with a look of disgust.

Obeying his master's command, Yang Tianming bent down to find the stocking ring that had fallen on the grass, intending to
put it on Maggie.

The girl had already gracefully raised her smooth right leg, placing it on Yang Tianming's shoulder, then moving backward
until her entire calf had crossed his shoulder. Her private parts were faintly visible beneath her blue skirt.

"Oh, what good stuff is hidden down there? Let me see too!" Maggie seemed to pretend not to
know what was there. Yang Tianming's genitals were already engorged and bulging. The girl looked at it provocatively,
speaking with a seductive air. Before Yang Tianming could react, the girl's left foot had already reached over, using her toes
to unbutton Yang Tianming's clothes, placing her small, white-stockinged foot on his erection. What alluring little feet
! Yang Tianming's hands involuntarily embraced the girl's feet, kissing them, then he quickened his rubbing against his genitals,
just like any other loser.

At this moment, the girl swung her right leg, hooking it around Yang Tianming's neck and pulling his head between her legs.
Maggie gently clamped Yang Tianming's head between her legs.

Yang Tianming suddenly fell forward, his lower body still being stepped on and manipulated by Maggie, while his head
was covered by her smooth, delicate bare legs and silk stockings, hidden under his blue skirt.
Not far above Yang Tianming's head was the purest, most natural beauty, exuding the natural feminine fragrance of a young girl. This fragrance
entered Yang Tianming's body through his nose, causing his vital energy to surge.

"Brother, am I cute?" Maggie asked coquettishly.

"Yes, cute." Yang Tianming said, trembling as he frantically inhaled the fragrance.

Maggie gently clamped Yang Tianming's lower body between the two toes of her left foot, and Yang Tianming felt
a , his lower body swelling even more. "If you're cute, give me all your energy~"

Upon hearing this, Yang Tianming involuntarily released his semen. With a gentle squeeze of Maggie's toes,
milky white semen gushed out, shooting onto Maggie's legs and soaking into her stockings.

Yang Tianming breathed a sigh of relief. Maggie, however, kicked Yang Tianming away, put on her high heels, and continued to lie
on the ground, her fingers on her alluring lips, one leg raised and crossed over the other, her eyes fixed on Yang Tianming with
seductive allure. Yang Tianming was completely captivated.

Maggie kept changing the position of her legs, each posture so elegant and so
breathtaking. Suddenly, something every man desires surged within Yang Tianming: if he was going to die anyway,
he'd rather crushed to death by these beautiful legs.

Maggie continued to command: "Take off all your clothes."

Yang Tianming stripped off all his clothes, kneeling naked before Maggie like a dog, or more precisely,
right in front of her.

Maggie raised her leg, the tip of her high heel pointing seductively at Yang Tianming's muscular chest,
and said, "Come here."

Yang Tianming crawled forward a few steps, the heel of his high heel pressing against his chest muscles, causing a dent.

"Come on, come here," Maggie demanded, her desire unfulfilled.

Yang Tianming glanced at the fiery tip of the high heel and crawled forward two more steps. The tip of the heel easily
pierced Yang Tianming's chest, penetrating two inches, and blood began to seep from it. Yang Tianming painfully covered the tip of the heel and the wound with
his left hand , while his right hand reached for Maggie's private parts. Suddenly, Maggie
stomped down hard, causing Yang Tianming to lean back in pain, his hand retracting.

Maggie commanded, "Don't touch me again, do you hear me?"

Yang Tianming responded with painful "uh-huhs."

Maggie smiled smugly, released her foot, and continued to sweetly coax, "Good
boy, come here."

Yang Tianming continued forward, enduring the excruciating pain, his chest swallowing the entire heel. The cold sole of the shoe
pressed Yang Tianming's chest, making him shiver involuntarily. Yang Tianming continued to crawl forward inch by inch.
Maggie could only slowly pull her legs back. Yang Tianming's genitals, hard and long, swayed up and down in the air,
fantasizing about Maggie's private parts.

Maggie stopped pulling her legs back. Now she was only half an inch away, but no matter how
frantically Yang Tianming's genitals swayed, he couldn't reach Maggie's private parts. Maggie refused to pull her legs back, and Yang Tianming's
penis could only watch helplessly from afar, swinging wildly, wishing it could immediately break free from Yang Tianming's body and burrow into Maggie
's body.

The penis couldn't, but the son could. The vital energy gathered again and began to surge. Soon it burst forth,
gushing out, each drop landing happily on Maggie's lower body. Maggie's private
parts accepted it all , quietly consuming this innocent vital energy as food.

Soon, without vital energy, without desire and pleasure, Yang Tianming gradually calmed down, tormented by
the pain .

Maggie kicked Yang Tianming
away .

Maggie got up triumphantly, preparing to leave, her long legs in a white dress making
her even more beautiful and sexy, her face even more radiant and captivating.

Yang Tianming, enduring the excruciating pain, reached out to stop her, "Can I fuck you just once? Just once."

"You have so little vital energy, fuck your mother's ass!" Maggie mocked him.

"Give me three days, and I can accumulate billions of vital energy to make you ecstatic," Yang Tianming's voice was hoarse.

Maggie thought to herself, "I've always spared your lives when I hunt, that's more than enough. And you
still dare to brag and try to sleep with me?" Maggie didn't believe this kid could possibly have billions, so
she walked away, saying dismissively, "Even if you had billions, I wouldn't let you sleep with me."

Maggie's figure gradually disappeared. Yang Tianming's withering hands could no longer support him and fell to
the ground .

In a daze, several uniformed security guards came and dragged Yang Tianming away.

The sparse voices around him gradually became clearer. "Big short, double bottom! Big short, double bottom!"
It turned out that Yang Tianming, almost completely drained, was dragged back to the temple to continue his meditation. Because he had no strength, he could only
sit there, barely clinging to life. Fortunately, his last reserves were still slowly being released; the girl's cultivation level hadn't reached
the point of breaking his reserves. However, Yang Tianming's appearance had become much more sallow and aged considerably.

The crowd around him chanted listlessly, "Big short, double bottom! Big short, double bottom!"
The speaker on the stage looked so familiar. It was
a member . Although he'd only met him once, his position was so prominent that it left a deep impression on Yang Tianming.

Shirley Drump was the daughter of the old Drump, his most valued and talented
child, who owned her own brand and private security team. Yang Tianming had first seen Shirley at a party in Brooklyn, Manhattan—
she was outstanding, elegant, capable, and sharp. He'd originally planned to pursue her,
so he'd tricked her idiot fiancé away so he could woo her himself.

However, Yang Tianming never expected two things. First, Yang Tianming was rich, but she was even
richer! Secondly, Yang Tianming was skilled, but he hadn't expected the opposing party's private special operations team to be so full of hidden talents.
The person giving the speech on stage was one of the covert assassins he had fought with earlier, nominally under the Secretariat's security department, but actually a
core group personally cultivated by Shirley. That night, Yang Tianming opened three of the most expensive bottles
of Bordeaux wine, each worth a million dollars, but the other party showed no reaction whatsoever, continuing to talk to important people and
completely ignoring him! Afterwards, when he discussed it with her secretary, the other party refused any non-commercial contact, and for
commercial negotiations, the non-refundable deposit was $50 million. The non-refundable deposit sounded nice,
but in reality, it was just a service fee—a waste of money with no return. Yang Tianming reluctantly paid the money. Since his purpose was "business"
dating, he still had to pass the special operations team's threshold. Because it was in the city center, a place frequented by religious figures, he dared not use any powerful moves
to alert the higher-ups and break the rules. In the end, he was surrounded and beaten to the ground by the nine members of the special operations team, suffering a silent defeat.

After that incident, Yang Tianming realized that Shirley's fiancé was a
puppet , and he also learned of Shirley's special position within the Drumm conglomerate. At that time, there were already rumors...
Rump is running for president of a superpower, and now one of his daughter's secret nine is causing trouble in Athens.
He previously provided so much intelligence that led the Central Empire to arrest its internal traitors, triggering capital flight. Could he really be planning
to crash the financial system and ruin his opponent before the election to win himself?

Yang Tianming sensed something was wrong and wanted to go home. He'd been stuck in Europe for so many days,
trapped in this godforsaken place, unable to contact his organization, and inexplicably joining a bunch of people in their commotion.
It was truly unbearable. He had to find a way to escape.

"Excuse me, where can I use the restroom? I need to relieve myself," Yang Tianming asked a
young female . The woman pointed to the northwest corner. Yang Tianming breathed a sigh of relief; he could probably use the restroom
there. The rest was just climbing out the window.

Outside, there were fat, burly security guards everywhere. Yang Tianming reluctantly headed towards the restroom. Surprisingly, the doorman for the men's restroom
was a female factory worker in a uniform, quite formally dressed, guarding the sink. The sink faced
the only window in the men's and women's restrooms. The female worker had a walkie-talkie; a moment's inattention could trigger an alarm. It seemed
this wasn't a simple demonstration, but rather a manipulated and controlled form of imprisonment restricting personal freedom.

Yang Tianming swaggered in, dragging his large penis, startling the female worker.

He crouched in the restroom, observing discreetly. Sure enough, the only exit was the window the female worker was monitoring. Although
they hadn't installed security bars, adhering to the principle of leaving doors unlocked at night, and disguised the monitoring woman as a cleaner, it
didn't escape Yang Tianming's notice. He despised
environments that appeared free on the surface but were actually rife with subtle restrictions and surveillance.

Yang Tianming flushed the toilet and got up to wash his hands. The female worker also pretended to wash her hands at the sink. Her
professional pencil skirt rode up slightly, revealing the beautiful curves of her buttocks. She gazed at Yang Tianming with longing.
Seeing that her uniform was quite nice, Yang Tianming was slightly tempted and forced a smile. Yang Tianming walked to the door, glanced around to make sure
no one was watching, then pulled the female worker behind the door, away from the security camera. He lifted her pencil skirt and
eagerly thrust Ding Ri inside. The female worker leaned against the wall, seemingly enjoying herself, letting Yang Tianming ravage her. Yang Tianming held
her waist with one hand and reached forward with the other, grabbing her large breasts and squeezing them hard, making her want to scream but afraid of
being heard. Yang Tianming, already a mortal, couldn't resist the allure of her large breasts and uniform, so he leaned over her back
and ejaculated several times.

The female worker looked delighted, almost unable to bear being fucked. Yang Tianming whispered in her ear, "Want to
play something bigger?" The female worker couldn't believe her ears; happiness had come too suddenly. Yang Tianming began to rip off
the female worker's top and uniform, and she closed her eyes, letting Yang Tianming do as he pleased. Hahaha, she's obviously a submissive, Yang
Tianming thought to himself with secret delight.

Yang Tianming turned the female worker to face him, ripped off her clothes, and tossed them into the air, actually to block
the camera . The female worker excitedly covered her eyes, waiting to be penetrated by his large penis. In those few seconds, Yang
Tianming nimbly leaped onto the window. A dozen seconds later, the female worker opened her eyes; the window had been quietly closed by Yang Tianming
. A few seconds later, she realized what had happened and shamefully picked up her clothes and put them back on. Seeing the window still closed
, she assumed Yang Tianming had gone back to his meditation. She was glad she had closed the window beforehand,
giving herself time to react if the worker tried to escape.

Yang Tianming had already escaped outside the temple. Although the sun had set, it had attracted the attention of the patrolling vicious dogs. Before the dogs could lash out, Yang
Tianming sprayed a mouthful of urine, which drifted on the wind and frightened the dogs,
temporarily disorienting their noses. Then, Yang Tianming mimicked a dog, making a low growl, warning the vicious dogs that if they provoked him again,
he would fight them to the death.

The vicious dog, thinking the place was also a dangerous place, thought, "I eat meat every day, and I want to live a few more days.
A filthy place like a toilet, where dogs eat excrement? I can't stand it! My life is more precious than yours!" and took a detour.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Tianming used his accumulated energy and the most basic enhancement magic to attach numerous suction cups like a gecko to his
hands and feet . He jumped onto the wall and climbed all the way to the temple roof. This wasn't a strategically
important location; there was no need to set up surveillance devices here to capture strong workers. In other words, the surveillance here was only
for ordinary people, which gave Yang Tianming an opportunity to escape. Yang Tianming then enhanced and
reshaped into a glider. Once he had a tailwind, he leaped up and, using the wind, plunged directly towards the cliff,
escaping this hell on earth.

[To be continued]

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