[Urban] Nongyu (Complete) - 5

Chapter Two: When Falsehood is Taken for Truth, Truth Becomes Falsehood; When Nothingness is Taken for Something, Something Becomes Nothing .

Section One:

A Nostalgic Journey Back to My Hometown, I returned to Tianjin, the city that gave me birth and nurtured me. I often felt a sense of loss regarding my strange encounters in Dalian.

Was it regret for my actions? No, if time could turn back, and I returned to that dark, moldy, dilapidated house, I would still violate Mengmeng. Perhaps, when you commit evil, your remaining conscience, like paying a tax, will more or less condemn you—that's all.

What's clearer is that my restless, sinful heart, because of these repeated encounters, can no longer remain steadfast. I'm certain that if given the chance, I would again extend my clutches to those unknown, innocent girls, simply to satisfy my lust and possessiveness.

However, this is actually very difficult. Because in Dalian I was just a fleeting visitor, perhaps I could act recklessly with impunity, and even if things went wrong, it would be difficult for anyone to find me as the culprit, leaving me without any worries. But here it's different. This is the environment where I've always lived and will continue to live. Any fraudulent scheme must be flawless, otherwise, I'll suffer the consequences of "even the most cunning will eventually catch a tiger."

Feng Mengyao's incident gave me a lot of confidence. From a complete stranger to her, through tracking and meticulous analysis, I devised a complete plan to commit rape within just half a month and successfully implemented it.

However, that involved many coincidences and luck, and I might not succeed again. In other cities, even if I failed, I could escape unscathed, but here it's different. Too many people know me and understand me, making me feel like I'm living under the surveillance of countless eyes, unable to cross any lines.

My sophomore year of college started quickly, and I continued as usual, quietly dwelling in those inconspicuous corners that others couldn't notice. Actually, I'm surrounded by beautiful women. My classmates Lin Mo, Liu Yan, Han Bing, and Meng Yang are all top-tier beauties, each with a distinct and captivating personality. Especially Zhu Pingping, who often leaves me mesmerized, is unforgettable. But what can I do? I can only drool like a beggar passing by a restaurant, staring at the steaming, fragrant dishes through the thick glass window, a feeling that's unbearable.

A month and a half passed like this, and autumn arrived. I resumed my usual aimless wandering. That evening, walking down the street, looking at the dazzling lights, I couldn't help but recall how I used to go to a sauna and massage parlor every weekend, hiring a young woman to give me sexual services, watching them naked on top of me, caressing and kissing me, fantasizing that the girls serving me were the unattainable beauties of my dreams.

Today happens to be Saturday, and Tianjin's night scene is quite lively. The city's biggest characteristics are its large population, numerous cars, polluted air, and relatively good public security. Tianjin has been known since ancient times as the confluence of nine rivers, a melting pot of diverse people from all over the country. As a municipality directly under the central government with a thriving heavy industry, Tianjin is notorious worldwide for its emissions.

However, its proximity to the capital has contributed to its consistently high level of public safety. As the saying goes, "You don't know how insignificant an official is until you go to Beijing, you don't know how little money you have until you go to Shanghai, you don't know how bad your health is until you go to Hainan, and you don't know how good socialism is until you go to Tianjin." This illustrates the point. Fortunately, the sex industry here is as developed as in other major cities, and it boasts a

diverse array of beautiful women from all over the country. In fact, the sex services in every major city are quite varied, generally falling into two main categories: overt and covert. There are generally three levels of prostitution: high-end prostitutes are mostly introduced by acquaintances, and their fees range from tens of thousands to tens of thousands of yuan per session. They mainly go to clients' homes or yachts, where there may be many couples in these small, enclosed spaces, indulging in debauchery. Of course, only the wealthy and powerful who can afford to pay and provide the venue can enjoy this experience. Mid-range prostitutes are usually distributed on the streets at night or placed directly on cars parked on the roadside. You can call a prostitute to spend the night with you by calling the number on the card. The fees for this type of prostitution are generally between six hundred and one thousand yuan, which is affordable for most people. However, there is a lot of deception involved, and because you don't know their background, the risks are also relatively high. The lowest level of prostitution involves people gathering in a certain place at midnight to be chosen by you. In some filthy and disgusting places, they may even expose part of their bodies in public to seduce you. If you like someone, they will go with you. The fees for this type of prostitution are generally between one hundred and three hundred yuan. This is the lowest level of wages, but it is also the most frequent route for the spread of sexually transmitted diseases. Of course, there is another special group among prostitutes. They are quite attractive, but due to objective factors, they cannot openly sell themselves and need to be introduced by so-called "pimps". These people are usually girls who have regular jobs during the day, such as college students, nurses, and hairdressers. The services they provide are roughly the same as those of prostitutes who go out to meet clients in hotels. They touch and blowjob, and then have sex and that's it. The price is mostly between one thousand and three thousand. However, there are too many fake prostitutes like this, and they are completely unreliable.

Those businesses that openly operate outside their premises fall into many categories: First, there are the cheapest hair salons and massage parlors, usually located in alleyways with old-style bungalows. Several women sit at the entrance, shamelessly asking any single man passing by, "Want some sex? 100 for a quickie," etc. Then there are massage parlors offering foot massages or oil massages, where the girls gradually seduce you, eventually enticing you to do so-called "massage." These places are generally overpriced and cater to inexperienced young men. Third, there are places that specialize in giving men handjobs, such as those in the well-known city of Wenzhou. These places are small... I don't sell my body, unless it's something I'm willing to do, but that's a separate matter and purely a personal choice. Fourthly, there are sauna centers. These are the most well-managed and professionally run establishments, usually located inside high-end hotels. Some even have a sauna in the lobby, using hotel rooms to provide services. The services are systematic and professional, sometimes offering dozens or even hundreds of services. A typical service lasts an hour and a half, guaranteeing you'll come twice—once with a blowjob and once with intercourse. Of course, most people can't last an hour and a half and leave willingly. The price at these places is generally between 500 and 700 yuan.

I'm not exactly a gentleman myself; I often frequent these places when I'm bored. Initially, it was out of curiosity and lust, but later it was even to learn how to flirt with girls, laying a practical foundation for my future flirting with beautiful women.

As I reminisced, I arrived at a place called the Wanguo Hotel, where there was a Wanguo Sauna that I had visited a few times. I remember last time I came here, I ordered a very young girl. While she was giving me a bath, we chatted, and I learned she was a local from the suburbs who came here because she urgently needed money due to a family emergency. She was a few months shy of sixteen and had come specifically to lose her virginity.

Listening to her casual description, I couldn't get an erection; it felt like having sex with a girl like that was a terrible sin. After a quick service, we stopped, sat side-by-side chatting for half an hour, and I gave her an extra 500 yuan tip before leaving. Returning to this place today brought a different feeling.

Coming to places like this requires waiting until late at night, when it's quiet and there are few people around, to avoid being recognized. If word gets out, even if it's just a rumor, those women who weren't particularly impressed with me will likely believe it and gradually distance themselves. So, it has to be done very discreetly.

The lobby here is as luxurious as the Guangming Hotel in Dalian. I easily took the elevator to the sixth floor, which was entirely dedicated to the sauna. The elevator doors opened, and two tall, elegantly dressed hostesses stood on either side, immediately bowing deeply to each other: "Good evening, sir."

A pretty woman in her early thirties then approached: "Sir, you're here for the sauna? This way, please!"

She led me inside. The manager explained as we walked: "We have two types of rooms, large and small. The large rooms have waterbeds, red beds, and massage chairs; the small rooms only have red beds. Which would you prefer?"

I'm a regular here, and the manager actually recognized me, but she was just using the usual greeting. I casually followed her, saying, "The large room. You know I always get the large room!"

The manager smiled and quickly led me to a guest room. The room was indeed spacious, brightly lit, and tastefully decorated. There were many ropes tied up and down the large round bed, and a 20-square-meter toilet, roughly the size of a hotel room.

After I was seated, the manager began his introduction: "Sir, we currently offer three levels of service: 488 yuan for 24 services over one hour; 588 yuan for 35 services over 90 minutes, including two water treatments, and the lady brings her own massage device for a full Dongguan-style service; 1088 yuan is the Emperor-level treatment with 59 services, allowing guests to enjoy a full night's stay. New additions include anal penetration, facial ejaculation, and 'dragon spitting pearl' services—these are unique experiences in Tianjin

. What do you think…?" The so-called anal penetration involves insertion into the lady's anus, something not commonly offered in saunas, only prevalent in the famous sex industry parks of Dongguan, Guangdong Province. Facial ejaculation refers to the customer ejaculating on the lady's face when aroused, also rare in ordinary saunas. I'd only ever seen "dragon spitting pearls" in Japanese AV films and adult literature. It involved injecting a sterilized solution into the woman's anus with a large syringe, then plugging the opening with a hard, plastic ball-shaped object before having sex. When the woman reached a certain level of arousal, a jet of water would eject the plastic ball due to abdominal pressure, hence the name "dragon spitting pearls." In reality, there was no plastic ball; it was just a medical enema.

I waved my hand, interrupting her explanation: "I understand all that. Services vary from person to person, so let's see who's available first. I might need more than one, so don't call them one by one; call all the ones who aren't currently on duty together!"

The manager, recognizing me, knew I wasn't a novice and knew that saunas typically allow guests to choose rooms by number, so she readily agreed and left.

I casually lit a cigarette, leaned against the bed, and turned on the TV, constantly changing channels. These kinds of places often show internal channels—basically pornographic videos played at the front desk—to arouse the guests' desires.

A short while later, a series of chaotic footsteps approached from outside the door, followed by knocking, and then a large group of women entered. At first glance, I was speechless with anger. The ten-strong women inside were all ugly ducklings; some were tall and muscular, others had menacing appearances and wore heavy makeup. They even dared to wear black, transparent work clothes and flaunt their figures seductively. Their skin was dark and yellowish, clearly indicating they were farmers who spent years working in the fields.

Under the supervisor's guidance, the women bowed and greeted each other. Then, they introduced themselves one by one in broken Mandarin, "Hello sir, I'm number 8 from Hunan," "Hello sir, I'm number 18 from Anhui," "Sir, you..."

I impatiently interrupted her and turned to the supervisor, asking, "Is this all the talent you have left at Wanguo Sauna? Are they all here?"

Seeing that the customer hadn't chosen anyone, the supervisor quickly waved for everyone to leave, then leaned closer to me and tried to sell, "Sir, you don't like any of these women? Actually, their service is very good. For example, number 28 is so voluptuous, her oral skills..."

Having been in this entertainment industry for almost two years, I naturally understood her tricks. I waved my hand and said, "Alright, alright, don't I know your tricks? If they're not good-looking, say they're young; if they're older, say they have good figures; only those with bad figures say they have good service! Stop talking, are there any more? If not, I'm leaving!"

With that, I put away my cigarette, stood up, and walked out.

The supervisor, who received a substantial commission for each transaction, quickly stopped me, saying, "Sir, please wait a moment

. There's another one who just finished work. I'll go get her; she'll be here in five minutes!" She hurriedly pulled out her phone.

Now, I was starting to regret it. I hadn't expected this upscale place, which had initially piqued my interest, to turn out to be so superficial. Its decor was so nice, its service so attentive, yet the girls were so bad! Actually, I had guessed it; perhaps my recent adventures had raised my standards, making me look down on these common women. Watching them pose and flaunt their so-called "ample hips and breasts," I just couldn't stand it.

A short while later, the supervisor returned, beaming. "Sir, please have a seat. The one I found for you used to work on a TV show in Chongqing; she's absolutely top-notch. She's already here, changing clothes, and will be here soon. If you don't like her, there's nothing I can do!"

I didn't say anything, just sat down again, leaned against the headboard, crossed my legs, and smoked, constantly flipping through TV channels.

After a while, just when I was almost ready to give up, a slender figure walked in, carrying a work bag in both hands. She placed it in front of her, bowed deeply, and said, "Hello sir, I'm number 358, from Chongqing. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

I looked up and saw that she had long black hair, a well-proportioned figure, fair skin, a slightly long oval face, and a sheer gauze skirt that revealed her snow-white thighs and a moderately sized bust. She looked to be around twenty-five years old. I thought to myself: Hmm, this person seems reliable. But then I thought, how could this woman's seductive smile compare to Yu Mengmeng's? How could her affected mannerisms match Du Jingwen's? Not to mention comparing her to Feng Mengyao, otherwise she would only have the option of suicide. I couldn't help but sigh, "Having seen the ocean, one finds it hard to be satisfied with a mere stream." With that thought, I didn't say another word, gathered my belongings, and strode out.

The supervisor quickly ushered room 358 out again, closing the door before I could. She looked troubled and said, "Sir, you don't like this one either? This…"

Seeing I ignored her, she leaned closer and said, "How about this, if you're interested, I can get you a student to take a look, but these are all more expensive!"

I was used to their tricks and knew what she was up to, so I chuckled, "Don't try that. I know your tricks all too well. They call them models, students, saleswomen, but they're all just streetwalkers!"

The supervisor quickly denied it, "No, no, no, a genuine student, with a student ID…"

Seeing I seemed somewhat intrigued, she lowered her voice, "But… not here. You'll have to get another room upstairs. And this girl just came out; she doesn't know anything about sex."

Hearing this, I became a little more interested. Regardless of whether the student ID was real or fake, her youthful appearance made me want to give it a try: "Hmm, it's okay if you don't know anything, I like people who don't know anything..." Then,

a thought struck me and I laughed: "Oh—I see! This person isn't on the official payroll of your sauna, is she? Are you taking on outside jobs?"

The supervisor, seeing that I had exposed her, looked embarrassed: "Oh...hehe, I only dare to recommend someone like you, a regular customer. Don't tell anyone!"

Actually, I didn't care about such a lowly supervisor being unfaithful, but it would be good to scare her a little: "It's okay, as long as I can get some good stuff, but if I catch someone out there trying to scam money, I'll...hehe, you know I don't just know you, supervisor!"

Seeing her slightly unpleasant expression, I teased her again: "I didn't expect you to be so tired of being a waiter that you've started pimping!"

Ignoring her unnatural expression, I opened the door and walked out.

The supervisor followed behind me and told the room attendant in the hallway, "Room 6028 has been cancelled."

Then she escorted me to the elevator. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, she handed me a business card and whispered, "Send me the room number later!"

As the receptionist said goodbye with "Goodbye, sir," I turned away, glanced at the card, silently memorized the number, and then slipped it into a crevice in the wall's advertising board. Actually, I didn't have high hopes for her. As I mentioned earlier, the prostitutes these pimps recommend are often unreliable, and their credentials are usually fake.

I booked a room and sent her the room number. What followed was nearly half an hour of tedious waiting. Just as I was about to change my mind, there was a knock on the door. A blurry figure of a girl came into view through the peephole; she looked to be around twenty years old, with a pretty face that seemed a little nervous. I immediately opened the door and let her in. Once inside, the girl stood in the doorway, not moving further in. She seemed hesitant, her head down, almost avoiding my gaze. I, however, looked at her without hesitation.

She wore a brown fleece jacket with a hood pulled back, dark blue jeans, and pink and white sneakers. She was at least 1.65 meters tall, with a slender figure, long, shapely legs, and a slim waist that accentuated her full hips, which were clearly visible through the tight jeans. Her top was bulky, and with a black wool scarf wrapped around her neck, her bust was completely obscured, though clearly not very full, it was firm. Looking at her face, she had delicate eyebrows, large eyes, and long eyelashes. Beneath a high, straight nose, her small, slightly parted lips revealed a row of pearly white teeth. Her exquisitely shaped ears were free of any ornaments. Her long, black

hair was tied into a small ponytail, with a wisp of bangs framing her forehead. Her translucent, oval face had fair skin, and her cheeks were slightly flushed, perhaps from nervousness, adding to her youthful innocence and shyness. The girl was looking down, fiddling with the strap of a white makeup bag, looking incredibly cute. After a long while, she gave a slight bow and managed to squeeze out a few words in a barely audible voice: "Hello, my name is... my name is Zhang Xin!"

Typically, when meeting a customer, a young woman would first offer a charming smile and an alluring pose before greeting the customer and introducing herself, including her phone number, stage name, and place of origin.

There's a trick to this. First, the number is a sauna girl's only way of identification. If you serve this customer well, they'll directly request your number next time, and the girl will get a higher commission. Second, stage names are usually one way to attract customers; things like "Meimei," "Aiai," "Rourou," etc., are designed to arouse sexual desire. Finally, many customers, especially seasoned veterans, are particular about a woman's origin. For example, Northeasterners are rugged and bold, Yunnanese are charming and alluring, Hainanese are shy and petite, etc. Everyone has different tastes and prefers women from different places. This girl only casually mentioned her name, clearly an amateur, because people in this line of work don't easily reveal their personal information or phone numbers to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Seeing me crouch down and look up, the girl slowly raised her head. Hmm, this face seems familiar... I can't help but feel a little wary. Judging from her bewildered look, she really seems like a novice.

I turned my back and tossed my handbag onto the sofa. "Lock the door and help me take off my clothes,"

I ordered.

Since returning from Dalian, I'd bought a small handbag, intending to carry some necessary tools in case of a chance encounter, but today it was filled with harmless junk.

The girl, who called herself Zhang Xin, locked the door behind her and obediently began unzipping my coat. A pair of slender, jade-like hands suddenly brushed against my body. I couldn't help but tightly embrace her waist with one hand and gently caress her breasts through her clothes with the other: "Baby, how old are you today?"

The girl's body was pressed completely against mine as I held her. Her hands, which had been undressing me, curled up in front of her chest and struggled to break free, but when they failed, she stopped struggling. She lowered her head, not daring to look at me, and whispered, "I'm twenty today."

I pulled her to sit on the bed, letting her lean against me. I kneaded her breasts more vigorously with my left hand: "Hmm, nice breasts, a bit bouncy. Tell me, which school are you from?"

The girl rested her shoulders on my chest, shifting her buttocks. She seemed to feel my erect penis pressing against her buttocks through her clothes. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she didn't resist. After a few seconds of pause, she answered, "I... I'm a freshman majoring in English at the School of Foreign Languages."

As she spoke, she continued to undress me. My hands weren't idle either. I pulled open her collar and reached inside to invade her breasts.

I thought to myself, since she claimed to be a freshman from the School of Foreign Languages, I wouldn't care if it was true or not; I'd just assume she was. A surge of excitement welled up inside me. Damn it, I'm lucky enough to fuck a whore from the School of Foreign Languages today! The thought fueled my excitement, and I gradually increased the pressure on my hands, whispering teasingly in her ear, "Hmm, I've heard the School of Foreign Languages has the most horny bitches. I've been wanting to get one to fuck for a while now!"

"Ah...it hurts!"

she suddenly cried out, struggling to get away, because I had pinched her nipple hard.

However, just as she tried to stand up and struggle, her buttocks shot up, less than twenty centimeters from my face. Her low-waisted, tight jeans at this angle unabashedly revealed her shapely buttocks.

At that moment, I looked closely and saw a small black mole embedded at the top of this beauty's buttocks.

Suddenly, I realized with a start, oh, it's her!

I actually knew this girl who called herself Zhang Xin. She wasn't a freshman majoring in English at the School of Foreign Languages; she was a sophomore in the Department of Public Administration at the Teachers' College. Of course, her real name wasn't Zhang Xin either, but Zhao Xinrui.

This all started a year ago, when we had just entered university. Organized by someone, dozens of us from Tianjin University and the Teachers' College held a large social gathering in a large lecture hall in the South Campus of the Teachers' College. My high school classmates Yue Lu and Yan Mengzhi had applied to the Teachers' College and reunited with their junior high classmate Jiang Shan. Jiang Shan's high school classmates Lin Mo and Liu Yan became my classmates, as I had been admitted to the School of Architecture and Engineering at Tianjin University. Through Jiang Shan, this newly acquainted girl, I met Chen Jing and Zhao Xinrui, who were now her roommates. But Zhao Xinrui acted all high and mighty, always ignoring me. I knew she looked down on me, a poor student with no background and an orphan since childhood, and I couldn't help feeling resentful. But her outstanding appearance and beauty, second only to Jiang Shan's, truly attracted me. What impressed me most was her low-waisted shorts. Every time she bent over to sit or stand up, a glimpse of her buttocks would appear, and above that glimpse of spring was a captivating beauty mark.

No wonder she looked familiar when she walked in; it was her. Her hairstyle had changed, and she was wearing light makeup. After so much time, if it weren't for that distinctive black mole, I wouldn't have recognized her. Strange, how did she sneak out to make money when she looked so arrogant back then?

I'm a very vengeful person, but I never had the chance to get revenge before. Now that this girl had fallen into my hands, I immediately decided that this time I would let her experience the masculine charm of someone she had never looked down upon.

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I didn't intend to expose her immediately. I gently released her and stood up, saying, "I'll help you take off your clothes."

As I spoke, I walked towards her.

Zhao Xinrui hugged her chest and took a step back, calling out, "Don't come any closer..."

Then she lowered her head and whispered, "I... I can do it myself!"

After saying that, she slowly began to take off her clothes.

Watching her strip off her clothes piece by piece and toss them onto the wicker chair beside me, I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. I had once fantasized about stripping this girl naked and slapping her bare buttocks a few times to vent my anger, and now I was finally about to have my wish fulfilled.

Gradually, Zhao Xinrui removed her outer clothes, leaving only a royal blue lace bra and panties, revealing her soft, boneless, and fair skin. Although her skin wasn't very fair, her flawless, translucent complexion, without a single blemish or ounce of excess fat, possessed a different kind of alluring beauty. It was rare to find such a gem in a place like this, especially since she had been the object of my resentment and the object of my masturbation fantasies. So, my lower body immediately became erect and vigorous. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, experience intense pleasure and become dizzy. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Zhao Xinrui's hands frantically covered her exposed body, her body slightly arched, trying to reveal as little of her flesh as possible. I snapped, "Hurry up and take your clothes off! What are you covering up for? Are you made of gold or jade? You're here and you don't want people to see you?"

Saying this, I kicked off my half-undone pants, pulled down my underwear, and slowly began to masturbate my penis with my hand.

Her coy, shy expression and hesitant, half-concealed posture were enough to arouse my desire, especially since she was someone I knew. So, I decided I had to slowly toy with this girl until she groaned in pain, begged, or even broke down in despair.

I patted the bed beside me: "Come sit next to me, Xinrui!"

Zhao Xinrui glanced at me, slowly walked over and sat down beside me. But she only squeezed her legs together, her hands tightly covering her private parts, her buttocks barely touching the edge of the bed.

I reached out and wrapped my arms around her slender waist again, pulling her closer to the bed. I sniffed her and said, "Smells good, a pure, youthful scent. Xin Xin, tell me where you're from?"

Zhao Xinrui leaned to the side, slightly avoiding my face, and whispered with her head still down, "Where I'm from... what does it matter..."

I smiled slightly and said, "Little Xin Xin seems quite unwilling. You can't give the customers a hard time here. If you don't provide proper service, Liu Juan won't let you off easily!"

Liu Juan was the name of the supervisor from earlier, and also Zhao Xinrui's introducer. Zhao Xinrui signed a three-month temporary contract with her and deposited a 3,000 yuan deposit. If she received a serious complaint from a customer for poor service, soliciting tips, or stealing valuables during her work hours, the customer could dismiss her unconditionally and not return her deposit. This was the relationship between a prostitute and a pimp, and I was well aware of these rules.

Hearing this, Zhao Xinrui had no choice but to obediently reply, "I'm from Shanghai."

I didn't bother with her nonsense and continued to tease her, "Shanghai... Shanghai is a great place, a luxurious and vibrant metropolis..."

As I spoke, I gently stroked her back, and suddenly, with a "snap," I unhooked the back of her bra.

Zhao Xinrui cried out "Ah!" and hurriedly tried to cover her chest, but I gently held her arms to prevent her from succeeding. Looking at her breasts, which were now large enough to be grasped in one hand, I couldn't help but praise, "Indeed luxurious and vibrant, look how lively they are!"

Saying this, I lay down and pulled Zhao Xinrui's hands so that she couldn't cover herself.

Zhao Xinrui lost her balance and fell onto me, slowly giving up her resistance. I then began to gently caress those near-perfect breasts: "So beautiful, look at how good the color of these nipples is, how firm and elastic they are!"

Zhao Xinrui's body was obviously not often touched, and her nipples quickly hardened under the caresses. I lowered my head and licked her nipple with my tongue. "Hmm, you reacted so quickly, so sensitive!"

I said, then suddenly used my teeth to suck on her nipple and pulled it high, while gently flicking her areola with my hand.

Zhao Xinrui was in great discomfort from this, and my almost abusive play made her cry out, "Gently, it hurts, let go!"

I ignored her cries and instead of letting go, I reached down to her lower body and rubbed her thick labia through her panties.

Just as Zhao Xinrui felt she couldn't bear it any longer and was about to lash out, I released her at the right moment and said, "Xinxin seems to be very resistant. Actually, this is a matter of mutual consent, and I can't force you. Why don't you think about it carefully? If you don't agree, you can leave now, and I won't complain. If you've decided you're willing to do this, come to the bathroom to find me."

With that, I walked naked towards the bathroom with firm steps.

The bathroom here faces the room through a full glass wall, allowing everyone to see clearly. I absentmindedly showered myself while stealing glances at Zhao Xinrui, who remained seated on the bed, hesitant and undecided. Looking at the naked man in the bathroom, Zhao Xinrui felt a surge of emotion. She could escape the humiliation and torment she was about to endure, and return to a normal, ordinary life. But that would mean giving up everything she had mortgaged to Liu Juan, and she could never work in this line of work again. So, the question before her was: dignity or money? After much deliberation, she finally mustered her courage and slowly walked to the bathroom door, gently pushing it open and saying to me, "Boss, I've made up my mind, I'll do it!"

I could tell she had only recently entered the sex industry and was still immature, but judging from the fact that such a proud girl was willing to fall into depravity, she must have a reason for doing so. I guessed she would comply, so I deliberately gave her the opportunity to walk into my trap: "Okay, you should know that this is a luxury suite, and the services provided are top-notch. If you change your mind later and can't handle it, I'll complain about you!"

This was to lay the groundwork for gradually humiliating her later.

Zhao Xinrui glanced at me, her heart pounding wildly, and bit her lower lip, saying, "I understand, I will do my best!"

As she spoke, she was about to take off her underwear.

I said, "No rush, you can do the service while wearing underwear. I think our little Xinxin needs some time to adjust!"

Saying that, I beckoned her in. The bathroom was filled with steam, and a beautiful woman, almost completely naked, slowly approached, the feeling truly like floating in a fairyland.

Since Zhao Xinrui had made up her mind to sell herself for money, she simply swallowed her pride and no longer felt shy. She lowered her hands, which had been covering her body, and walked up to me without saying a word. She squeezed a little shower gel from the bottle on the wall and started washing my body.

Actually, prostitutes usually wear shower caps before bathing customers to avoid getting their hair wet, especially long-haired girls like her. But Zhao Xinrui was clearly doing this for the first time and had forgotten. I deliberately didn't remind her and even deliberately teased her: "You need to wash the customer's genitals more. You'll be licking them later. Haven't you ever washed a man's genitals before?"

Hearing that she had to "lick" a man's genitals, Zhao Xinrui felt nauseous and forcibly denied it loudly: "No!"

But she still gradually moved her hands to my crotch.

I couldn't help but ask: "No? You've never washed a man's penis before? Then how did you lose your virginity?"

Zhao Xinrui remained silent and ignored me, instead increasing the intensity of her hand movements. I guided her step by step, holding her hand and slowly stroking my already erect penis. After she got used to it, I taught her how to clean her buttocks and anus.

I deliberately soaked her with the showerhead, and even directed her on how to apply shower gel to her chest, then squat down and place my penis between her breasts, and how to squeeze her breasts with both hands to grip my penis and stroke it up and down. Feeling her two erect nipples rubbing back and forth on my hips, and seeing Zhao Xinrui's expression as she bit her lower lip and tried to endure it, I enjoyed it very much: "Xinxin's skin is so smooth, it feels so good rubbing against my big cock! If you lower your head, you can lick the glans, do you want to try?"

Actually, most men don't get to enjoy this kind of treatment, because Zhao Xinrui's breasts are still largely untouched virgin territory, and my penis is unusually long, which allows for breast sex while licking. But Zhao Xinrui was clearly not mentally prepared to do such dirty things, and just frowned without opening her mouth.

After a few minutes, I squatted down with a mischievous grin, face to face with her, and asked, "Little Xinxin, how about we do 'Dragon Playing with Phoenix'?"

"Dragon Playing with Phoenix" refers to a situation where the customer sits on a small, chrome-plated stool, and the woman lies on the floor with her head under the stool, licking the customer's anus through a hole in the cushion. This allows the customer to freely manipulate any part of the woman's body. Although there were no stools here, the customer could do it while squatting.

Zhao Xinrui, of course, didn't understand what "Dragon Playing with Phoenix" meant and remained silent for a moment. Seeing her silence, I smiled and said, "These things need to be taught to our little Xinxin little by little. It's a bit hot in here, let's go outside."

Without wiping herself, I picked up the delicate beauty and carried her outside.

Zhao Xinrui, caught off guard by my sudden movement, cried out "Ah!" and her hands fluttered unprepared. I said, "You'd better hold onto my neck, or I'll let go!"

With that, I suddenly tightened my grip, startling her so much she cried out again and obediently wrapped her arms around my neck. I took the opportunity to free one hand to stroke her wet hair and panties, while Zhao Xinrui could clearly feel a hot, hard rod pressing against her waist.

I gently placed her on the bed, then stood there naked, arms crossed, admiring the sight, my erect penis throbbing and nodding in a show of force. Although Zhao Xinrui hadn't seen many men's penises, she knew this man was definitely a master, and a sense of fear naturally arose within her. She frantically tried to hide behind the bed, pressing her legs together to shield herself. But this only accentuated the swollen vulva, like a pearl, squeezed between her thighs.

I slowly climbed onto the bed, pulling Zhao Xinrui, who was like a tree stump, to the center of the bed. I kissed her down her wet hair, all the way to her ribs, while my right hand slid back and forth on her thighs.

Generally, after bathing a customer, the two of them should dry off, then lay a towel on the bed before the customer lies down and begins the service from behind. But now, both of them had rushed out of the bathroom halfway through their showers, completely soaked and coming straight to the bed, so they were both covered in water droplets.

My tongue licked Zhao Xinrui's waist while my hand wandered to the inside of her tightly pressed thighs. I said, "This is roaming, which is using your tongue to roam all over the body..."

As I spoke, I sucked on the tender flesh of her waist and pulled it upwards to below her chest. "This is scraping. I want to kiss cute Xinxin's butt, is that okay?"

Actually, roaming and scraping are both foreplay for oral sex, but that's what the lady does for the customer to enjoy. Now I'm condescending to reverse them, partly because Zhao Xinrui is indeed a beautiful girl, and partly because I know she probably can't do these things. I wasn't sure how determined she was to sell herself, and I was afraid that if I pressured her too much, she might change her mind, which would leave me with nothing. A duck that's already in my grasp isn't a dove of peace; I couldn't

let it fly away. Zhao Xinrui paused for a moment, then immediately shook her head. But I didn't expect her to object at all. I grabbed her leg, gently twisted her ankle, and flipped her over. She couldn't withstand the force and naturally lay on top of me.

I sat on Zhao Xinrui's lap, immobilizing her lower body, and gently licked from her back, kissing down her spine to her buttocks and finally to the edge of her underwear. With a man weighing over 100 pounds sitting on her lower body, Zhao Xinrui couldn't move an inch. She could only try to prop herself up with her hands, hoping to break free. But this backfired. As she arched her back, I slipped my hands inside, one hand pinching one of her breasts, the other reaching into her lower abdomen.

Because it was a willing exchange, Zhao Xinrui didn't resist, only desperately trying to suppress the disgust and discomfort in her body.

I was already on top of her, my burning penis pressed between her buttocks. My left hand skillfully played with her breasts, sometimes gripping them tightly, sometimes teasing her nipples. My right hand quickly reached down, touching her thick pubic hair and the corner of her wet, red lips at the end of it. Zhao Xinrui finally couldn't help but speak: "Be...be gentle, it hurts a little. Can you get up? This is too perverted!"

I whispered lewdly in her ear: "If you're going to play, play perverted things. This is your job. Otherwise, you might as well go home and be with your wife!"

After saying that, my hands became even more unrestrained, but because Zhang Xin's legs were tightly closed, I could only insert one finger into her vagina and dig it in forcefully. Then I said: "There's something even more perverted, but that's for later. Let me have anal sex first!"

She had some common sense, but she thought that "anal sex" meant anal penetration, so she desperately twisted her body and shouted no.

Actually, I wasn't going to do her anus. I'm not used to such disgusting behavior right now, even if the girl beneath me is a graceful, clean girl, let alone a prostitute, even if she was once so innocent that she stirred my heart.

The "buttocks" I meant by "buttocks" refers to the inner thighs, so I inserted my thick penis directly into the lower part of Zhao Xinrui's mysterious triangle.

Because Zhao Xinrui thought I was going to violate her anus, she squeezed her legs even tighter, which added to the pleasure of my thrusting. Especially feeling the soft, tender flesh gradually warming with friction against her closed vulva through her underwear, I even felt the urge to ejaculate. But to further play with this girl, I restrained myself. That's who I am now; in the past, I definitely wouldn't have been able to resist. After several experiences of sexual intercourse, I've gained more endurance, both physically and mentally.

Zhao Xinrui started struggling fiercely, her lower body being rubbed on three sides, sticky fluid everywhere, making her feel nauseous, but the more she struggled, the more pleasure I felt. Later, she realized that the root of the movement was her tightly pressed thighs, so she cleverly spread her legs apart. This left my penis without an object to thrust into, feeling somewhat defeated. Fortunately, I'm experienced in playing with girls, and while she spread her legs, I sat back down, preventing her from closing them.

*Slap slap* I slapped her buttocks: "Naughty, disobedient! If you won't let me play with your thighs, I'll play with other places!" I

then grabbed the strap of her panties and let go, repeating this several times with the elastic band to whip her plump buttocks. With my other hand, I gripped her panties and pulled them up to her waist, further confining her labia, and then kept playing with her soft clitoris.

Zhao Xinrui felt itchy and uncomfortable, and couldn't help but cry out, "Don't play with my panties anymore, it's uncomfortable..."

But her legs were pinned down and she couldn't move.

I obediently said, "Okay, no more playing with the panties, let's play with what's inside!"

With that, I pulled the semi-transparent strip of fabric covering her lower body to the side, revealing Zhao Xinrui's anus and half of her vagina. Her labia were pale and not particularly large, with just the right amount of flesh and color. There wasn't much hair around them, and a line of bright red, wrinkled flesh peeked out from between her slightly parted lips.

Zhao Xinrui resisted fiercely, twisting her body: "You... what are you doing? Don't look, not there!"

I ignored her protests, firmly pressing her legs down to ensure she couldn't break free. Then, I spread her buttocks apart with both hands, revealing her rarely visited private parts even more clearly: "Wow, Xinxin, your anus and cunt are as tender as a virgin's!"

I said, bending down and blowing air into them, then running my hand back and forth in her moist cleft.

As the cool breeze blew and my fingers teased her, a thin, clear fluid slowly oozed from her opening. Not satisfied, I reached inside and probed further.

Zhao Xinrui writhed desperately, crying, "No...it hurts! Don't go in!"

I ignored her, continuing to repeatedly thrust my two fingers into her anus and vagina.

Her resistance grew stronger; she kicked my waist repeatedly with her legs, which fueled my anger. I then inserted my entire thumb into her vagina, while simultaneously pushing my middle finger as far as possible into her anus, rhythmically pinching it. "You little slut, you're selling yourself and you're still so unruly!"

If she screamed again, I repeatedly slapped her buttocks as punishment.

Just as Zhao Xinrui was on the verge of unbearable pain, I stopped my assault. The crisis in her lower body was temporarily relieved, and she lay weakly on the bed, panting. However, just when she thought she was relieved, my penis pressed against the space between her anus and vagina. Feeling that sharp and hard pressure, Zhao Xinrui resisted violently: "No, no... I'm not ready, I..."

Because of her frequent and intense movements, I couldn't succeed for a moment, so I pressed down on her waist and knelt down on her legs, thus firmly imprisoning my lower body, which had been slightly able to move because I had knelt down.

Looking at Zhao Xinrui, who was completely unable to move, I pushed my penis back to that position: "My dear Xinxin, now we should do something serious!"

As I spoke, I picked her up, placed a pillow under her lower abdomen, grabbed her bag, pulled out two condoms, and expertly put one on. Although I knew this girl was a genuine college student, since she was selling herself, I couldn't be careless.

Zhao Xinrui seemed to hesitate, but I had already inserted half of my penis. I've never had much patience for women who sell themselves, so I went straight in and thrust all the way in.

The girl beneath me felt something hard as an iron rod and hot as a charcoal stick being shoved into her genitals, letting out a painful "Ah!" and shuddering. She seemed to have never experienced such a heavy penis penetration, writhing in pain, which only gave me more pleasure: "Our Xinxin's cunt is so tender, so tight, so hot! It feels so good to fuck her!"

I wasn't exaggerating; since experiencing sexual pleasure, I've been with quite a few beautiful women. From raping Yu Mengmeng, to forcing Du Jingwen to rape her, and then tricking Feng Mengyao out of her virginity, these women each had their own merits. But the beauty beneath me now, though a cheap woman who traded her body for money, didn't diminish my interest in playing with her at all. Moreover, I knew her background, which added to the thrill of my aggression.

And although Zhao Xinrui wasn't a virgin, the tightness of her vaginal muscles, the slipperiness of her secretions, the rising temperature of her vulva due to the friction of my penis, and her soft moans were no less than the three girls above.

This trainee girl, who had already been deflowered, was not only half-willing in her heart and body, but her vaginal secretions were also just right. Even more valuable was that this girl's vagina was very tight, yet became very slippery under the influence of her vaginal fluids, indicating that although she had been with other men, the number of times was definitely limited.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but ask, "Xinxin, tell me, when and by whom did you lose your virginity?"

Zhang Xin just gritted her teeth, gripped the sheets tightly, and kept groaning without answering.

Seeing her remain silent, I leaned down, lifted her chin with my hand, and whispered in her ear, "Good girl, Xin Xin, be good. If you don't answer the question, I'll punish you!"

Saying this, I spread my legs and thrust downwards with a large motion, like doing a

one-arm push-up. Zhao Xinrui finally couldn't bear my iron-like penis any longer and begged for mercy, "No...don't be so hard...it hurts, I...I did it a year ago...my first time...ah...with...with my boyfriend...ah...be gentle!"

I slowed down slightly, but each thrust went all the way in: "So, how many men have you had sex with so far?"

The forceful thrust of my glans forced the little girl to submit: "One...just one, is that enough? Don't go in so deep...all the way in!"

I pressed my advantage, with another fierce and deep thrust, accompanied by a 'smack'... With a thud, his lower abdomen collided with her plump, tender buttocks. He said, "No way, I shouldn't be your first customer, right?"

Zhao Xinrui cried out in pain, forcing herself to answer, her body trembling, "Before... before this, besides my boyfriend... I... I only came out once, and he... he ejaculated before he could even penetrate... ugh!"

I had already done at least two hundred one-arm push-ups. To lighten the load, I simply lay on her back, one hand holding her slender figure, the other supporting her breast, using my waist, abdomen, and thigh muscles to thrust in and out at a high frequency and low amplitude. Hearing this, he said, "I believe that. How could our little Xinxin be a promiscuous woman? Besides, this cunt is full of moisture and tightly closed, it's definitely not fake. Even a virgin wouldn't be like this. How could she be someone who frequently has casual sex?"

Zhao Xinrui's first foray into the world of desire ended up with me, a seemingly refined guy who showed her no mercy. She was truly unlucky.

No matter how much she struggled and moaned, the man on top of her wouldn't let go. She could only hope he would ejaculate, but there was no sign of it.

After a while, I picked her up, and we both knelt on the bed and continued. The advantage of entering from behind is that, besides using the waist, the man's hands can be free. I used one hand to roughly play with her breasts, and the other hand to reach deep into her pubic hair from her waist, playing with her clearly defined clitoris. Even more precious was the sexy black mole on the upper part of her buttocks, which swayed incessantly in front of me with each thrust.

Zhao Xinrui couldn't bear the stimulation of being attacked from both ends, her whole body trembled, and then her upper body collapsed onto the bed.

This way, I couldn't enjoy the sadistic feeling of a girl being fucked like a dog, so I couldn't help but command, "Lift your head, I can't see!"

But Zhao Xinrui just shook her head, too weak to lift her upper body. Actually, I had been watching her painful expression and her breasts trembling back and forth with each thrust through the large mirror by the bedside, which was the source of my motivation to keep thrusting hard.

Seeing that she didn't move, I said, "Let me help you!"

I grabbed her ponytail and pulled it back.

Zhao Xinrui cried out "Ah!" and naturally raised her head. At the same time, she saw my satisfied, lewd smile in the bedside mirror and felt me reach out and grab her breasts again.

Zhao Xinrui endured the pain, waiting for the final moment to arrive, but it seemed to be a long way off. By this time, I was tired of this rear-entry position, so I lay down and let her lie on top of me. The weak and powerless Zhao Xinrui didn't know how to do the missionary position at all. She sat there blankly with her eyes vacant and didn't move. I had no choice but to grab her hips and thrust from below.

After a while, Zhao Xinrui was so weak that her body felt boneless, and she naturally fell on top of me. By this time, we were both drenched in sweat, especially Zhao Xinrui, who had no strength left to support herself. I simply laid her down on the bed, raised her legs and placed them on my shoulders. At the same time, I squatted down and continued to thrust from above. Zhang Xin seemed to be slowly getting aroused; her moans and writhing intensified, and with each thrust of my penis, a thick, sticky white fluid was released.

Medical evidence shows that female sexual arousal takes time to develop, so a lot of foreplay is needed to cultivate the mood and warm up during sex. Prostitutes who work on the front lines of the sex industry generally experience this much later, or even none at all. Zhao Xinrui's reaction was the best proof that she was still a normal girl. I knew this, so I worked even harder.

Surprisingly, although Zhao Xinrui was aroused, she kept her mouth tightly shut, showing a strong sense of restraint, which made me particularly interested in getting her to moan wildly. After thinking for a while, I had a plan. I bent down and faced her, saying, "Hold onto my neck!" Zhao Xinrui was already

lost in the moment; apart from the unprecedented experience of intense pain and pleasure intertwined in her lower body, other parts of her body were even somewhat numb. Hearing my command, she involuntarily obeyed.

After instructing her to hold on tight, I slowly stood up. At this moment, Zhao Xinrui's legs were draped over my shoulders, her hands gripping my neck, her entire body dangling in front of me. Once she was secure, I gradually released my hands from her back. Now, all of Zhao Xinrui's weight was on her uncontrollable legs and her tightly clenched hands; if she let go, her whole body would fall, so she could only cling to my neck with all her might.

I maintained this position and thrust my penis up and down, more violently and thoroughly than before. This position was like Zhao Xinrui using her own body weight to help me fuck herself, naturally increasing the pleasure. She finally cried out involuntarily, "Oh...so intense...I...I'm going to die...I'm going to die...ah...stop...okay...okay..."

Of course, I wouldn't stop. Instead, I used both hands to spread her pink buttocks as wide as possible, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper and more thoroughly. Following this, thick, white fluid flowed from both of our genitals, dripping down the two protruding bones at the bottom of her buttocks onto the bed.

Zhao Xinrui finally climaxed completely, weakly releasing me as her upper body fell onto the bed, stained with her own fluids. I hadn't yet reached orgasm, so after continuing to thrust for a while, I lay on top of her.

At this moment, Zhao Xinrui's eyes had lost their original luster, her vacant gaze fixed elsewhere, as I thrust into her forcefully, her body trembling uncontrollably.

A few more minutes passed before I finally reached my climax, and Zhao Xinrui sensed it, mustering her last bit of consciousness to cry out, "You...you can't ejaculate inside, this...this won't work!"

It turned out that she had been so distracted by me while I was beneath her that she hadn't noticed I had already put on a condom.

I thrust forcefully, saying, "Zhao Xinrui, this would be even more exciting if I were in your teachers' college's girls' dormitory. How about it, is my cock enough to satisfy you?"

Zhang Xin was actually this girl's pseudonym; I only revealed her real name at the very end. Zhao Xinrui was horrified, her mouth agape as she tried to sit up. Just then, I pulled out my penis, which had been inside her vagina, ripped off the condom, and quickly shoved it into her mouth, then, holding her head, I relentlessly pounded it deep into her throat.

Zhao Xinrui's identity was exposed, and she was still in shock, lacking the courage to resist. Moreover, she had been tormented by me for nearly an hour and was already exhausted. So, although a man's penis was violently thrusting in and out of her throat, causing her unprecedented pain and nausea, she was powerless to stop me, only able to grunt and groan, her hands futilely pushing against my abdominal muscles. Suddenly, with a "whoosh," a large amount of semen gushed from my urethra into the depths of her throat.

Zhao Xinrui coughed desperately, the semen splattering all over her face: "Cough cough cough cough, ugh... cough cough, how did you know..."

Chapter Three: Fabricating Something from Nothing

Zhao Xinrui was terrified after I revealed her identity, but her body, ravaged by me for so long, wouldn't obey her commands to stand. Completely ignoring her fear and astonishment, I went to take a shower. While feeling refreshed under the water, I didn't forget to keep an eye on her every move through the glass wall of the bathroom.

Ever since I recalled her background from the mole between her thighs, my lustful desires surged, but that wasn't the main reason. I decided to use the girl's shameful side to control her and make her my tool. Now that I'd done the first part, the next step was to find a way to firmly grasp her weaknesses and make her work for me.

I tried my best to recall every detail of our only encounter, attempting to find the key to unlock her hidden world. But too much time had passed, and at the time, I had focused most of my energy on Jiang Shan, so my observation of this girl was limited. No wonder, if Jiang Shan was a high and mighty Snow White, then this woman outside could only be considered a pretty maid.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Zhao Xinrui was now struggling to sit up, reaching for tissues on the bedside table to wipe the drops of semen from her face, neck, and chest. She was also pulling over the wastebasket, throwing waste paper into it while coughing and spitting out saliva. The cough she had just experienced was due to the nauseating sensation from my penetration of her mouth, and now she was coughing intentionally, trying to spit out the filth that had been forced into her mouth. After coughing for a while, she frantically grabbed her clothes, first putting on her bra, then struggling to pull her panties up to her calves.

Seeing her panicked appearance and the constant glances she kept casting at me, I knew she wanted to escape while I was showering. It's understandable; when you're out selling yourself and run into someone you know, you can't do business like that. Regardless of whether the other person would expose her, just being around him filled her with an overwhelming sense of panic and fear. Right now, she definitely wanted to run away. Although rumors might circulate afterward, there was no real evidence, and she probably didn't even recognize the man; he might not even know her well. Perhaps the matter would simply fade away.

I saw through her intentions and immediately grabbed a towel, drying myself as I left. Zhao Xinrui had already put on a shirt, her underwear and jeans pulled up to her calves, clutching her bag. If I had been even half a minute later, she would have definitely run out while getting dressed.

Seeing me emerge from the bathroom and approach her, Zhao Xinrui immediately withdrew her feet, which she had been about to use to kick off her shoes, and curled her legs up, shuffling towards the bed. While her upper body was mostly clothed, her lower body was still undressed, her curled legs revealing her swollen, red vulva, still glistening with what appeared to be my or her own bodily fluids. Seeing my lecherous eyes fixed on her exposed genitals, she immediately grabbed the sheet and covered herself.

I didn't actually intend to pounce on her again. Instead, I went around the bed, gathered my clothes, dressed, and sat down on the sofa by the window. I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, took a puff, and looked up at her out of the corner of my eye. She kept staring at me, from the moment I left the bathroom until I sat down to smoke, her eyes filled with fear as she watched me go. Her hand clutching her bag trembled slightly.

I didn't speak, just stared at her with a cold, mocking gaze, trying to find a way to control her.

"What do you want? Who are you? How do you know me?"

Zhao Xinrui finally couldn't bear the silence any longer.

Actually, I was waiting for her to speak, because I knew so little about this girl. We'd only met briefly a year ago, and aside from her somewhat arrogant attitude, I knew nothing else. And since I wasn't particularly interested in her, and we weren't close, I had no excuse or need to pry into her background. Therefore, I had to dominate her in terms of presence, hoping to extract some useful information from our conversation.

At the same time, my mind raced. "What do you want? Who are you?" These two questions clearly revealed two things: First, she was terrified of my appearance, worried that it wasn't a simple coincidence, and afraid that I had ulterior motives or might cause her emotional or physical harm. Second, she definitely didn't remember the unknown guy from a year ago; she wanted to know my background to get rid of my harassment, because I gave her the impression that I wouldn't give up easily. These analyses coincided with her behavior in the bathroom, where she seemed eager to leave.

I exhaled a smoke ring, fiddling with my newly bought Zippo lighter, making a clicking sound, without answering her questions. Actually, I hadn't figured out how to answer her yet, because I hadn't grasped the key point, and ultimately, I didn't have a firm grip on her. If she packed her clothes and swaggered out now, I wouldn't be able to coerce her into staying. Right now, she just hadn't figured out the situation.

Seeing that I didn't answer, Zhao Xinrui asked again, "Who exactly are you? What do you plan to do?"

Her voice was much louder, showing that she was trembling inside.

"This isn't the first time I've seen you..."

I answered vaguely.

"Where? Where have we met? I don't remember."

Zhao Xinrui was eager to know the answer, and her body unconsciously leaned forward.

*Bang!* I lit the lighter in my hand, watching the flickering flame, and said casually, "Hehe, of course our little Xinxin wouldn't remember me. Back then... back then you were busy with important business, hehe!"

I originally wanted to mention how she had ignored me at the social gathering, and then humiliate her with our current situation, but then I thought it best not to reveal my identity. The more confused she was, the more she would overthink things.

Sure enough, Zhao Xinrui's bright eyes kept darting around, seemingly trying hard to remember me, this "acquaintance," but she couldn't recall me at all. She muttered, "Important business? Business..."

Suddenly, she turned her head sharply and stared at me, asking, "Did you see me go into that hotel?"

I understood what she meant, and an image immediately flashed through my mind. A beautiful young woman stood at the entrance of a high-end hotel at midnight, looking around anxiously to see if anyone she knew would see her. She was about to enter a room in this hotel to meet her first customer and earn her first earnings through her body. The fear she felt was unimaginable to most people. It seemed as if every passerby was staring at her, and countless whispers filled her ears, hurling insults like "slut," "shameless," and other vile words.

I flicked my cigarette into the ashtray next to me, letting the ash settle before taking a drag. "Yeah, I was eating barbecue by the roadside then..."

Zhao Xinrui stared at me the whole time, her face betraying her barely concealed anxiety. The more agitated she became, the calmer I remained. I paused before saying, "Now I'm actually a little jealous of your boyfriend. Such a great slut shouldn't be enjoyed by him alone; she should be shared by more people!"

I had intended to change the subject and make her anxious, but unexpectedly, Zhao Xinrui immediately sat up straight and asked in a panic, "What? Did he see it too?"

She then lowered her head in thought, muttering, "That's not right, Ziqiang should have been interning in Dalian at that time, right?"

I hadn't expected my casual remark to connect the two sentences, and what was more crucial was her subsequent self-talk. Ziqiang interning in Dalian? Ziqiang interning in Dalian? I suddenly realized who she was talking about.

There's a rich kid in our class named Li Ziqiang. He's handsome, wealthy, and one of the more outstanding members of our group. He's also very loyal and has many friends. As a man, I'm actually a little jealous of him. However, he has some flaws. He's a womanizer and loves to brag. I once overheard him bragging to others about his girlfriend, saying she was from a teachers' college, how beautiful and virtuous she was, and how he'd bring her out for a get-together with his buddies someday.

Now that I've finally gotten a useful piece of information, I'm pressing my advantage: "Yeah, he did go to Dalian for his surveying internship, but Li Ziqiang never dreamed that the moment he left, his darling would sneak off to another man's bed, spreading her legs wide open for him to sleep with, all for money!"

My words were blunt, not to humiliate her, but to scare her even more.

Sure enough, when Zhao Xinrui heard me mention her boyfriend's full name and even learned that he was interning in surveying in Dalian, she shuddered.

Shame, guilt, and fear were laid bare. She crawled to my knees, grabbing my arm on my lap and shaking it violently. "Please, please don't tell him! I... I'll never do it again! I... I was forced into it, I didn't want to. Waaah..." she sobbed

.

I couldn't possibly report her. If I went to Li Ziqiang and said, "Your girlfriend was selling herself behind your back, and I caught her red-handed and fucked her horribly," given our not-so-close relationship, I'd definitely get beaten up. More importantly, it wouldn't benefit me at all; I would never do that kind of thing. Besides, I couldn't bear to see such a delicate girl crying and begging.

But then I suddenly realized something was amiss, and the reason lay in Zhao Xinrui's motives for selling herself. At that moment, I warned myself not to be fooled by her pitiful appearance. I forcefully shook her off, sending Zhao Xinrui tumbling onto the bed. I stared at her coldly, then forced a sneer from the corner of my mouth: "Heh, forced? Who are you trying to fool? There aren't that many cases of forcing good people into prostitution these days."

Zhao Xinrui was already terrified, and my harsh question only made her more frightened. Her eyes darted around as she tried to argue: "I really was forced. Otherwise, why would a perfectly good student like me have to do this..."

I stood up and walked up to her, bringing my face less than twenty centimeters away to watch her act: "Because you're cheap!"

Zhao Xinrui trembled at my decisive assessment and immediately stopped talking.

I reached out and grabbed the collar of her shirt, revealing the brand label: "Granxiu fleece sweater..."

Then I pulled on her pants, which she hadn't quite put on properly: "Finidi denim shorts..."

Next, I snatched her handbag: "Chanel bag..."

After counting them off, I turned around, scratched my head, then turned back to face her, pointing at her with my right index and middle fingers (holding a cigarette between my fingers), and shouted, "You're just a vain person! You use the money you earn selling your body to embellish your appearance! Are you noble? No, you're cheap, the kind of woman you are the cheapest!"

Her entire outfit was brand new, costing no less than a thousand yuan—something a student couldn't afford and didn't need. Over an hour ago, from the moment she walked in, I felt something was off, and that feeling only intensified after I learned her true identity. Now I understand—the incongruity stemmed from the change in her demeanor. A year ago, Zhao Xinrui, though pretty, possessed a simple and honest charm. Her simple attire and unadorned appearance left a certain impression on me. But now, I can no longer find that natural, unadorned charm.

"Waaaaah..."

Zhao Xinrui burst into tears after I spoke to her. "Don't say it, don't say it, it's my fault!"

She sobbed and wiped away her tears. "But do you know, I'm just an ordinary girl from the countryside. Getting into university has always been my highest ideal, but... but what did I see when I stepped into the school gate? I saw so many people living in a completely different world from me. My monthly allowance is only a little over two hundred yuan, and I have to keep asking my family for it to be sent. But them? They can earn thousands just by going out to sing or dance. I eat two cents worth of rice and a dollar worth of vegetables every meal, while they spend tens of dollars on a simple dish of garlic lettuce at a restaurant, and they even claim it's environmentally friendly and good for their health." "Okay. I only have a few outfits a year, and I have to wash them every night, otherwise I won't have anything to wear the next day. They go shopping every few days, then come back with bags full of clothes, and they keep trying them on in front of me in front of the mirror. I have to study under the lamp until midnight every night, while they're out partying and bowling, enjoying life. And yet, when I found a rich boyfriend, they gossiped that I was trying to climb the social ladder. I've never asked Ziqiang for anything or a single penny. What's wrong with me? How am I inferior to them? How am I inferior?"

Zhao Xinrui was kneeling, but she became more and more agitated as she spoke, and eventually stood up, completely ignoring the fact that her private parts weren't properly covered. At the end, she looked at me angrily, her lips slowly twitching, and as tears streamed down her face, she squatted down and collapsed onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

Watching this beautiful young woman so openly and frankly reveal her innermost feelings in her anger, I felt truly heartbroken.

To be honest, I've had all those feelings she had, but I developed them when I was still naive and inexperienced. Long-term emotional hardship shaped my withdrawn personality. That's why I fell into the mire of lust so early, once I had the financial means. My descent into pornography was a form of escapism. The girl in front of me, however, was still in the nascent stages of inferiority, self-pity, and extreme imbalance. If she had a close friend to confide in, she wouldn't have been blinded by vanity, sacrificing her precious youth and physical beauty to satisfy those material desires.

From every angle, I had reason to pity her. I instinctively sat down beside her, gently stroking her trembling hair as she cried, and softly comforted her, "Don't cry anymore. Life is just unfair like that. Everyone's starting line is different. The key is whether your path leads to the light..."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xinrui suddenly sat up straight, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, her expression indifferent. She coldly said, "I don't need your pity..." Saying

this, she knelt up, put on her clothes, sat on the edge of the bed, put on her shoes, and turned to me, saying, "Since you know me, I guess I'm out of luck. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving!"

My hand, which had been stroking her hair, remained suspended in mid-air. I was a little stunned by her sudden change in demeanor.

Of course, a girl like her naturally had a strong side. Although she resented her life's circumstances, she hadn't given in. Despite her boyfriend's wealth, she hadn't demanded material comforts from him, but instead chose the extreme path of "self-reliance," which demonstrated her resilience. She knew what she wanted and was willing to pay the price; she dared to do anything she thought was worthwhile.

I had overlooked this aspect of her personality. Now, seeing her leaving, I was helpless and asked blankly, "You...you're just leaving like that?"

Zhao Xinrui had already put on her shoes and was walking outside. Hearing my question, she turned her head and said, "Ah! What else can I do? Haven't you had enough? You can ask me out again later, but you'll have to pay. And today is definitely out of the question; I'm tired and sleepy, I have to go home. Bye!"

Only then did I realize that what she meant by "since you know me, I guess I'm unlucky" was that she wouldn't charge me this time. Damn, this woman changes so fast. She was all shy and hesitant when she first came in, but now she's acting like a pro. Her coldness jolted me awake. Right, I still have something I want from her, why let her leave so quickly?

"You…aren't you afraid I'll tell Li Ziqiang?"

This was my only bargaining chip. If this didn't work, my plan would be ruined. Although I wouldn't lose anything even then, the disappointment of falling from hope to reality would be hard to bear.

Zhao Xinrui's face twitched slightly when I used her boyfriend as leverage, but she wasn't intimidated. She frowned and raised an eyebrow: "Go ahead and tell him. Ziqiang is very good to me and trusts me. It's pointless for you to say anything!"

Even so, she didn't make any further move to leave.

I knew this tactic was still effective; at least she said she didn't mind, but she was clearly hesitant. However, given her personality and current mindset, this probably wouldn't last long. She couldn't be unaware that for someone who had slept with her, revealing the affair would be detrimental to him.

Sure enough, Zhao Xinrui hesitated for only a moment. Seeing that I was still sitting there, she didn't care about staying any longer and turned to leave. At that moment, I truly hated myself, hated myself for not being able to control this little girl. I hated myself even more for not buying a camera or a recorder or something to put in my bag, so that she wouldn't refuse. To destroy the evidence, all the props I had prepared in Dalian had been ruthlessly thrown away, leaving only Du Jingwen's little panties with bloodstains and a few ecstasy pills.

Zhao Xinrui was almost at the door, her hand was already on the doorknob. If I couldn't think of a solution soon, this last hope would be shattered, and I was frantic. I glanced at the handbag I had brought with me, which I had thrown aside. Damn it, if only there was a recorder in there! Wait, maybe…

"Wait!"

I shouted.

Zhao Xinrui withdrew the doorknob, turned to look at me, but didn't turn her body around: "Is there anything else, sir?"

Her expression was extremely cold, as if she were truly a prostitute who had successfully retired and had no further relationship with her customers.

I suppressed my anger and agitation, trying to keep my voice calm: "Xinxin, if—I mean, if Li Ziqiang heard you speak directly instead of my description—do you think he would ignore it?"

Zhao Xinrui was a little stunned by my inexplicable question, and immediately turned her body around, but didn't move closer to me: "What? What did you say? I don't quite understand what you mean!"

I stood up and walked to the table between the two sofas, forcefully stubbed out the nearly extinguished cigarette butt in the ashtray, and then turned back to say: "Do you think we just happened to run into each other? Didn't Liu Juan tell you my intentions? You're thinking too simply!"

Her coldness brought me back to my usual rationality, and I began to think calmly again. I was in this room for about half an hour before Zhao Xinrui showed up. Adding the time it took me to check in, it's been over forty minutes since I parted ways with Liu Juan. Zhao Xinrui has limited financial resources; she couldn't possibly have rented a place like me. She must have come from her dormitory, as it's her only place to stay as an out-of-town student.

I know the dormitory in the South Campus of the Normal University is seven or eight kilometers away. It's late at night, there are no public buses, and she couldn't possibly have ridden a bicycle to meet a guest. A taxi ride would take no more than twenty minutes. So why did she arrive so late?

Liu Juan was tricked by me at the Wanguo Sauna, which is why she didn't dare use the fake student girl trick to deceive me, resulting in Zhao Xinrui, this novice, appearing instead. A large part of the reason is that she used those twenty minutes to try and persuade Zhao Xinrui at the hotel entrance or elsewhere. Her words would likely be things like, "This guest is very rich, easy to please, and not to be trifled with." But these words, under my intimidation, would definitely give Zhao Xinrui the wrong impression that I came directly for her, that I have a purpose.

As expected, Zhao Xinrui immediately returned after hearing my words, standing two meters away from me and staring at me. "Who exactly are you? What do you want?"

She tried to appear calm, but her heaving chest and the way her right hand tightened around her purse strap betrayed her.

These two questions had actually been lingering in her mind, but her emotional turmoil earlier had made her momentarily indifferent and self-destructive, a behavior that had caught me off guard and greatly reduced her wariness of me. Now, bringing it up again was proof that I had cleverly pulled her back to reality, and I was slowly regaining the upper hand.

Seeing her return to her initial helplessness, I didn't answer her question. Instead, I pointed to the brown handbag lying flat on the sofa beside me: "I recorded your moans on the bed and all our subsequent conversations word for word. I just need to give it to your sweetheart boyfriend and your school leaders to listen to. Oh... no, no, no, I don't need to take it there. I can just send it to them anonymously. Guess what will happen? Hehe!"

Zhao Xinrui trembled, panting heavily, having lost her composure. After a few seconds of hesitation, she squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "You... you're despicable!"

Instead of being angry, I laughed, stepped forward, and hugged her slender waist, kissing her ever-changing pink cheek: "Yes, I'm despicable and you're shameless. We're a match made in heaven!"

Taking advantage of my embrace, Zhao Xinrui leaned closer to me, then suddenly turned to the side and grabbed the strap of the handbag. I had anticipated her move, and immediately increased the pressure on my hand. We spun around, and I deftly snatched the handbag, while Zhao Xinrui was thrown onto the bed.

"Hmm, don't be impulsive! You want to destroy the evidence? No way!"

I said, sitting down on the sofa with the bag in my arms.

Zhao Xinrui, having failed to grab it, sat up on the bed, her expression suddenly returning to calm. She looked at me with a sneer: "You…you're kidding me, right? The tape recorder? Pshaw, don't joke around!"

Actually, she was right; I was bluffing her. At this point, I had no other choice. And now she had guessed it. Fortunately, she appeared dismissive, but in reality, she wasn't sure, otherwise she wouldn't be sitting here arguing with me. I knew that if I showed even the slightest hesitation or fear at this moment, she would leave immediately, without looking back.

"Hehehe..."

I laughed. "That's right, there's nothing in here. Want me to play it for you?"

As I spoke, I unzipped the purse and reached inside to rummage around, then stopped, looking up as if I'd suddenly remembered something. "Oh right, I don't think I need to play it for you. Just give it to..."

Before I could finish, I straightened my clothes, slung the bag over my shoulder, and walked out. "Xin Xin, I'm leaving now. Li Ziqiang should be asleep by now, but I don't think he'll mind me waking him up!"

Zhao Xinrui did suspect that there might be nothing in my bag, but seeing my confident and unperturbed attitude, she panicked. If this person didn't have a single piece of evidence, how could he leave so easily? Thinking of this, she quickly got up and grabbed my arm: "You...you don't go yet, let's talk this over!"

"There's nothing to talk about. Miss Zhao is pure and innocent, she and her boyfriend know, love, and trust each other. What is there to discuss with an outsider like me?"

I shook her off and continued to stride out.

The cunning girl finally broke down. She suddenly rushed in front of me, knelt on the ground, and grabbed my pants, pleading: "Please, don't...don't tell anyone, I'll do whatever you ask!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. This risky move was truly difficult; any misstep could have ruined everything. Fortunately, it was a great success, and my efforts hadn't been in vain.

I reached out my right hand and helped her up from under her arm: "Xinxin, don't be like this. I didn't mean to make things difficult for you..."

Watching Zhao Xinrui stand up with tears in her eyes, I helped her to the bed and sat down beside her: "Actually, I sympathize with you. As long as you do as I say, I won't make things difficult for you!"

Now that Zhao Xinrui had compromised, all I had to do was calm her flustered mind and help her relieve her psychological pressure.

Zhao Xinrui tidied her hair, which had become disheveled from the struggle, and her tone softened considerably: "Tell me what you want me to do, as long as you don't report me..."

Seeing my half-smile as I looked at her, she felt a shiver run through her and added, "But...but I can't do anything illegal!"

I chuckled: "Why would I ask you to do anything illegal? I'm asking you to do pure physical labor!"

"Physical labor? You...you want me to be your...lover?"

Zhao Xinrui hesitated for a moment, her small fists clenched tightly, looking very charming.

I knew she had completely misunderstood me, and I couldn't help but laugh again: "Haha, you're my lover, but I'm the one doing the physical labor, not you, hehe..."

Seeing her cheeks flush red because of my words, I couldn't help but lean in and gently kiss her charming face, while whispering in her ear, "I want your eyes and your ears!"

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