[Urban] Nongyu (Complete) - 10

Chapter Twelve:

Torn Between Love and Hate. Chen Jing's body stopped struggling and slowly closed her eyes. Soft "mmm" sounds occasionally escaped from deep within her throat. After a long while, she began to gently respond to my kisses. We kissed each other, our tongues intertwining. Gradually, her breathing became rapid, her heaving chest rising and falling.

I wrapped my arms tightly around her slender waist, gently but firmly pressing her down onto the bed, pressing my entire body against hers. I felt her firm, elastic breasts heaving violently under the teasing of my tongue. I felt a growing heat and tightness in my lower abdomen, and I couldn't help but spread her legs apart, squeezing my lower abdomen and legs between them, pressing my thighs wide and then tightly against her soft body.

She began to make muffled sounds as I kissed her, her body twisting from side to side, rubbing against me. I pulled up the hem of her light blue sweater, revealing her smooth abdomen, and gently caressed it. Her breathing became more rapid, interspersed with soft moans, and her body began to move up and down.

While kissing her cherry lips, I gently unbuttoned her waistband, slipping my hands inside her clothes to grasp the waistbands of her underwear and trousers, gently stroking her widening hip bones. Suddenly, this caressing stopped, and then I forcefully pulled down her underwear and trousers together. Chen Jing, who had only been lying on the bed from the waist up, now had her hips hanging off the edge due to my downward pressure, making the movement exceptionally smooth and complete. Because it was so sudden, Chen Jing let out a soft "Ah," instantly clamping her exposed, snow-white legs together, her hands instinctively protecting her hairy genitals between her thighs.

I didn't give her any more time to move or react. I stood up, grabbed the hem of her sweater that was already pulled up, and, along with her hands covering her private parts, yanked it towards her head. Her sweater was instantly pulled up to her head, revealing her lips. I didn't pull any further; instead, I used one hand to lift her hands, which were hidden inside the sweater, high above her head. Her

heaving chest immediately rose high, its firmness unaffected by her lying flat. With my other hand, I unhooked her white bra, revealing her two smooth, soft breasts. Her pure pink nipples stood erect. Chen Jing showed no displeasure at my roughness, and even shifted her body slightly, allowing me to easily unhook her bra.

Now, except for Chen Jing's head, eyes, and raised arms, which were covered by the sweater, I saw a completely naked, voluptuous body before me. As I kissed her lips peeking out from under her sweater, I quickly pulled off my own clothes with one hand, pressing my body against hers so that our bodies were pressed together without any obstruction.

Feeling my already throbbing erection against her, rubbing against her full belly, Chen Jing breathed heavily, her full buttocks involuntarily swaying back and forth, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally rubbing her smooth belly against my engorged erection.

I still held her wrists with one hand, lifting them above her head, my body pressed tightly against hers, moving in sync with the movement of her hips. My other hand slowly caressed the curve of her back from her slender waist down to her plump buttocks, my palm pressing upwards and inwards, gently grasping one of her full buttocks and pulling it up and down lightly.

I knew that this pulling would also agitate the skin between her parted legs, and sure enough, a trembling sound immediately escaped her lips as she was being kissed. She began to lift herself up on her toes, bobbing her hips forward and backward.

My hand moved forward to her waist, then slid down her groin between her legs, finding it already wet and slippery, with a small patch of her inner thighs damp. I pressed my entire palm against her soft, moist labia, then, holding her legs together, I began to lift her body, raising her slightly and then lowering her back down.

Chen Jing let out several long moans, her body writhing even more violently. Her hands, held high on the bed, began to twist, seemingly trying to break free.

I used the fingers of my other hand to part the soft, moist labia between her legs, shifting my body to press my engorged penis against her already wet vulva.

Without a word, I thrust my lower body upwards forcefully, plunging between her legs, my thick, hard penis plunging into her warm, moist crevice.

The sudden, intense penetration of a hot, hard shaft between her legs caused Chen Jing to twist her head, letting out a high-pitched, rapid "Ah!" Before she could react, I pulled my penis out slightly, then gently and firmly thrust it fully back into the depths of her legs, until the base

of

my penis pressed tightly against her labia, stretched open by my large penis.

"Ah..."

Chen Jing let out a long, trembling cry, but her eyes showed no hesitation or fear, only desire and joy.

At that moment, words were superfluous; both Chen Jing and I were consumed by lust, temporarily forgetting all our troubles and worries, wanting to express our countless, complex, and indescribable feelings through the most primal physical language. I braced myself on the bed with one hand, gently stroking Chen Jing's delicate body with the other, while my thick, hard penis repeatedly thrust into her warm, moist vulva.

With each thrust, her body swayed from the edge of the bed until she was on the pillow. Her soft breasts bounced up and down, and with the rhythm of my penis pumping in and out of her vulva, she let out trembling, indistinct moans as I kissed her. My

penis was tightly enveloped by her love hole, warm, soft, tight, and incredibly elastic. Each time my penis entered, it encountered great resistance, having to overcome layers of barriers to reach the bottom. And when my penis withdrew, the tender flesh inside quickly retreated, leaving no space for the glans. This sensation made me thrust my penis deeper and deeper between her legs faster and faster, while simultaneously pulling off the sweater covering her head and releasing her hands.

Looking into her silky eyes and slightly parted red lips, I reached out and grasped one of her breasts, which was bouncing up and down. The feeling was indescribably wonderful, like holding a piece of soft, fragrant jade. The flesh that filled my palm seemed to be squeezing out from between my fingers, yet it held fast to its perfect shape, trying its best to block the intruder's fingers.

Between her legs, the two soft mounds containing my penis were simultaneously enduring the friction of the hot, hard penis thrusting in and out, while I pulled her hips from behind, pulling her back and forth, rubbing against the penis inserted in front of her, along with the wet clitoris of her vulva.

Soon, the flow of fluid from Chen Jing's lower body increased. The juices from her small opening, brought out by the thrusting of the penis, soaked a patch of the sheet, making a 'splashing' sound with each movement.

Her cheeks and body gradually flushed a rosy pink, her lips parted as she breathed heavily, and increasingly rapid

moans of "hmm...hmm..." escaped her throat.

After a while, Chen Jing suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around me, her face trembling with pain and resentment. As if suffocating, she let out a

long, muffled "hmm—" from deep within her throat, and then her two pink legs trembled violently, clamping tightly around my waist and hips.

Seeing this, I lifted her thighs with both hands and held them to my sides, raising her lower body so that her vulva was directly facing my erect penis. I thrust my throbbing penis upwards between her legs, making her jump up and down with my own, while simultaneously increasing the intensity of my thrusts, repeatedly plunging my thick, hard penis deep into her vagina, all the way to the very end of her vulva.

As my penis throbbed more and more violently inside her, her legs wrapped tightly around me from behind, her pink thighs gripping my waist tightly, using her heels to pull me towards her, pushing my thick, hard penis deep between her legs.

At that moment, I felt her soft, moist vagina, enveloping my penis, suddenly begin to convulse. She finally let out

a long, unrestrained, trembling moan, "Ah—!" Her lower body, which I was holding in the air, tensed and coiled inwards, her nipples instantly swelling and erecting even more.

Her entire body trembled rhythmically with the spasms deep within her legs, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. The wet, warm labia and soft walls between her legs spasmed repeatedly, squeezing my thick, hot penis thrusting between them. Seeing

her like this, I could no longer resist. I climbed on top of her, wrapped my arms around her neck, and used the power of my waist to thrust rapidly, while frantically kissing every inch of her skin, hair, lips, teeth, ears, eyes, nose, and even her neck that I could reach.

Chen Jingyan sensed my fiery passion and immediately wrapped her arms tightly around my back, responding to my frenzied kisses. At the same time, as her vagina convulsed violently, a surge of heat gushed from the depths of her flower core. At that moment, my back suddenly trembled, and the thick semen flowing from my urethra uncontrollably burst through the final barrier, mingling with her viscous love fluid at the entrance of her cervix deep within her vagina.

Slowly, her tense lower body began to slump, and my body collapsed weakly onto her. Her legs, which had been taut against me, gradually softened and naturally relaxed on the bed.

Chen Jing wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, her body pressed close to mine, her bright, light eyes seeming to overflow with tenderness as she looked at me, and whispered in my ear, "So good!"...

That night, we were completely intoxicated by the feeling of possessing each other, kissing passionately with sobs, caressing each other wildly, making love frantically. Tears, sweat, and each other's fluids were licked and swallowed by two mouths and two tongues, then repeatedly transferred back and forth. Heavy breathing, ecstatic cries, and the passionate 'slapping' sounds of their genitals filled the room until neither of them had any strength left and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

From then on, Chen Jing began to gradually shake off her loneliness and sorrow. Watching her walk towards the sunshine day by day, my heart felt truly relieved and moved.

Half a month later, her mother had basically recovered her health. Although Chen's mother's health wasn't good, she wasn't very old, so her condition didn't fluctuate like that of an elderly patient. Seeing her daughter's mood improving day by day, Chen's mother had already guessed what was going on and tacitly accepted my identity. It truly felt like a family of three again, often eating and chatting together, and doing housework together.

My self-reliance, honed through long-term independent living, and life experience beyond that of most people greatly pleased this future mother-in-law. Having lacked maternal love since childhood, I was even more devoted to this kind, gentle, and elegant aunt. Days passed by in this way, truly carefree.

Autumn turned to winter, and on this weekend, snowflakes began to fall—the first snow of the year. I went to Chen Jing's house early that morning to find her, but her mother told me that Chen Jing had been busy with many things lately and had fallen behind in her studies. Now, with winter vacation approaching, she planned to take her textbooks home to catch up during the break, so she had gone to school early that morning to move her books.

Chen Jing was alone in the girls' dormitory on the weekend. After receiving my call, she ran downstairs and saw me standing outside the bike shed, hands behind my back, smiling at her. She immediately ran towards me.

"How did you find me here?"

Chen Jing asked, but there was no displeasure in her tone.

Although we had established a romantic relationship, Chen Jing was still uneasy about Zhao Xinrui knowing what had happened that day, while I didn't want our relationship to be exposed too soon. Perhaps greedy men always hope that unlikely miracles will become reality, fearing that their goddess will be excluded from the list of potential candidates because they are already "taken." Therefore, our relationship was never made public to her classmates and roommates.

But Zhao Xinrui seemed to have guessed something, and once brazenly demanded that I return the fictitious cassette tape. She believed that I had used deception to get together with Chen Jing, and that she was the only one who knew; my happiness was her bargaining chip to blackmail me. Of course, I wouldn't allow that to happen. Once again, I almost brutally made her cry out incessantly, using my lewd power to temporarily restrain this cunning, greedy, and opportunistic woman.

But I also vaguely felt an indescribable miasma within me, as if forcing a girl into submission through despicable means was more satisfying than intimacy with a lover. Of course, this was just a fleeting thought; reason had already suppressed it.

"Why can't I come? Are there other people in your dorm?"

I offered a light kiss and asked with a smile. Seeing her gently shake her head, she then took out a brand-new sky-blue knitted scarf from behind her and carefully wrapped it around Chen Jing's neck.

"Wow, this is beautiful! Is it for me?"

the little girl exclaimed with delight, holding the half of the scarf she had pulled down in her hands, reluctant to let go.

"Yes, but if you don't want it, I can give it to someone else!"

I said, pretending to snatch it away.

"No way!"

Chen Jing grabbed it, then glanced at me: "You gave it to me, so it's mine now. Don't even think about taking it away!"

Looking at her charming, shy expression with her eyes full of longing, I really wanted to cherish her and immediately wanted to pull her into my arms. Chen Jing dodged away, then glanced around out of the corner of her eye, and said tenderly, "There are too many people here, come upstairs with me!"

Without waiting for my agreement, she grabbed my hand and walked into the building.

In early December in Tianjin, the central heating had already started, and the dormitory, which was less than 20 square meters, was warm and comfortable, but Chen Jing still didn't take off the scarf.

With my exceptional judgment, I could almost instantly guess which bed belonged to whom without even asking.

The lower bunk closest to the window had its pink bedding neatly folded, a dark blue pillow resting quietly on the corner of the pure white sheet, and an open orange curtain hanging around the bed. This bed exuded youthful energy, simple yet elegant—it must be the bed of my goddess, Jiang Shan.

The other bed was surprisingly messy; the Mickey Mouse-patterned blanket wasn't folded, plush toys were everywhere, and the walls were covered with plastic stickers of male movie stars and even cartoon protagonists, with some half-eaten snacks lying next to the cushions. Without a doubt, this bed belonged to Zhao Xinrui, that lively, clever, and superficial girl.

Chen Jing pulled me to sit on a bed next to the table, her hands still fiddling with the hem of her scarf. This bed was very quiet, with light blue sheets, a light green duvet cover, and the blanket neatly folded. On it lay a gurgling buckwheat hull pillow—the very one I had given her.

Looking at this shy girl, I couldn't resist my lustful impulses and immediately tried to pull her onto the bed. Chen Jing was mortified and immediately ran over, laughing and scolding, "You little pervert, what are you doing? This is my dorm, the door... the door isn't even closed!"

I got up, pretending to pounce on her again, but then turned and closed the door behind me. "Good girl, now you have nothing to say, right?"

I said, putting my arm around her shoulder.

"No! You little rascal, what if someone comes in?"

Chen Jing tried to break free, but she lost her ability to resist under my strong yet gentle embrace.

Since that passionate night at Chen Jing's home, although I had completely conquered her, she hadn't demanded much from me sexually. Moreover, her elderly mother lived at home, leaving her with very little privacy, so our occasional intimacy was always done secretly at my rented apartment.

As a man, subconsciously, I always wanted to ignite passion with her in her own private space—a kind of possession, claiming every inch of her territory. So, today, on my first visit to Chen Jing's dorm, the thought of being intimate with her arose.

"Do you really want to?"

Chen Jing asked, nestled in my arms, looking at my fiery expression with shy blush, "Then you have to listen to me!"

I naturally nodded vigorously; now, I'd probably agree to anything that could satisfy my desires.

Seeing that I obediently agreed, Chen Jing smiled mysteriously and pointed to the chair in front of the table, saying, "Sit down!"

I naturally didn't know what the little girl was up to, but I still obediently sat down.

Just as I was wondering what was going on, Chen Jing gave me a captivating smile, suddenly crouched down and crawled under the table, squatting in front of me and carefully stroking the inside of my legs. Still using her hands? How could that be pleasurable? [Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's genitals, realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, experience a more realistic feeling... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.]

As a seasoned veteran of the pleasure world, I certainly knew what the little sweetheart was going to do, but I wasn't sure, because in my impression, although Chen Jing had completely opened her arms to me, due to her introverted and shy personality, she shouldn't have taken the initiative to do such a thing.

While I was still lost in thought, Chen Jing's hand had already unzipped my pants, slipped inside my underwear, and started playing with my large penis.

My penis was already rock hard from the earlier foreplay, and the teasing of that warm, delicate hand only fueled my burning desire. I couldn't help but moan softly, "Mmm... Jingjing..."

But out of tenderness for my lover, I didn't make any other move, remaining completely still.

She probably noticed my intense arousal, and carefully took out my red-hot penis, slowly manipulating it with her hand, while saying in a sweet voice, "Xinrui taught me a trick a few days ago, do you want to try it? It's just... just a little embarrassing!"

Before I could even respond, she unhesitatingly took my penis into her cherry-like mouth.

Good heavens! I never expected her to be so proactive today; it was clear that Chen Jing had completely opened her heart under the nourishment of my love. The reason she used the table as a barrier was probably because she didn't want me to see her self-proclaimed lewd behavior. I was both surprised and delighted, beginning to savor the pleasure and the overwhelming sense of possession.

Oral sex felt completely different from intercourse, and even more pleasurable. Because of the ample saliva in her mouth, and the skillful tool of her tongue, the pleasure soared to the heavens as her tongue slowly circled the edge of my glans, making me forget who I was.

Zhao Xinrui's oral skills were truly remarkable. Although Chen Jing was still a bit clumsy due to this first time, her earnestness and devoted service were already incredibly comforting.

"Mmm...so good! So Jingjing!"

I said gratefully.

Recognizing her hard work, Chen Jing continued working even more diligently.

Through a narrow gap under the table, I saw her small mouth gently caressing my penis, sometimes sucking the entire glans, sometimes licking the urethral opening, sometimes taking the whole penis into her mouth until the base, feeling as if my glans was being forced into her throat.

I sat in the chair, savoring this unparalleled pleasure. My penis was covered in her saliva, like vaginal fluid, even slightly wetting my pants. After a short rest, she used the moisture from her saliva to stroke my penis with her hand. This felt a million times better than masturbating, with a wet, squelching sound that further fueled my lust, making me feel like a volcano was about to erupt. After a while, she took my penis into her mouth again, sucking and rubbing her lips against the ridge of flesh around the glans.

This pleasure can only be described in one sentence—Confucius said: It's fucking good!

I could no longer control myself, thrusting my hips forward and whispering, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

A stream of hot semen spurted out, shooting into Chen Jing's delicate little mouth.

"What's coming?"

Just then, two girls pushed open the door and walked in. Leading the way was a radiant, sunny, and stunningly beautiful woman, followed by a petite, lively, and adorable girl—Jiang Shan and Zhao Xinrui. Jiang Shan heard a commotion inside, but didn't quite catch it, so she opened the door and went in while asking.

This terrified Chen Jing, who immediately scrambled out from under the table in a flustered manner, pretending to wipe her face while simultaneously wiping the drops of semen from the corner of her mouth into her own, stammering, "N-nothing... I was just picking something up!"

Now, Chen Jing was forced to swallow all my semen during our first oral sex session.

I was also startled, quickly hiding my "human weapon" with my left hand, zipping up my pants, and standing up: "I... I said 'I'll do it,' but you wouldn't let me!"

Only then did Jiang Shan realize she had misheard; the voice hadn't said "I'm coming," but "Let me do it," indicating that the two of them were arguing over what had fallen under the table.

She looked at me with a familiar expression and asked, "You...you are?"

I hadn't expected to meet this beauty again in such an awkward atmosphere after a year and a half. My heart pounded. "I...my name is Yang Ziyang. Don't you remember me?"

"Oh...Yang Ziyang!"

Jiang Shan's memory was truly exceptional; she even remembered me. "Lin Mo's classmate, the one from the Civil Engineering Department at Tianjin University?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's been over a year since we last met. I've really missed you!"

Unexpectedly, I couldn't hold back and blurted out the truth. Seeing the three girls in the room all stunned, I immediately understood and said with a smile, "I really have missed you. I've almost forgotten you. By the way, what's your name again?"

Finally, three different giggles covered up my embarrassment. Jiang Shan introduced herself, and the three of us sat down and exchanged pleasantries for a while.

Jiang Shan asked, "By the way, Yang Ziyang, what are you doing in our girls' dormitory?"

She looked at Chen Jing and me with a smile, clearly waiting for me to explain my 'little thief' deeds.

Afraid I'd let something slip, Chen Jing quickly answered, "Ah, I asked him to tutor me in advanced math."

As Chen Jing's close friend and someone who knew the truth, Zhao Xinrui immediately smoothed things over: "Yes, Yang Ziyang is really good at math. I sometimes get tutoring from him too!"

The true meaning of "tutoring" was obvious, but Chen Jing only thought Zhao Xinrui was offering comfort and didn't delve deeper.

Jiang Shan's face lit up: "Really? I didn't realize you were so good at math. Oh, that's wonderful!"

I'd already heard from Zhao Xinrui that she was an outstanding student in class. Judging from her tone, could it be that she also wanted me to 'tutor' her? No way! I was secretly delighted, but when I looked at Chen Jing, who was sitting upright and not looking to the side, I suppressed the impulse.

“I have a tutor, but I’m busy preparing for my CET-4 exam and can’t find a replacement. Yang Ziyang, would you like to take the job?”

Jiang Shan’s straightforward answer immediately dispelled my budding infatuation. It turned out she just wanted a substitute teacher.

Seeing my hesitation, Jiang Shan added, “The pay is actually very good. The family is wealthy, and their child is already in her final year of high school—a smart, well-behaved girl who’s easy to get along with. If I weren’t so busy lately, I wouldn’t want to give her up. Could you consider it?”

Since meeting Chen Jing, my restless heart had found a purpose, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Although this was a perfect opportunity to get to know Jiang Shan, I rationally declined, saying, “Forget it. I’ll take the CET-4 too, and my English is terrible. Even a slow bird has to start flying early. You should find someone else!”

Despite this, I still felt a sense of loss.

Jiang Shan’s words clearly indicated that she was financially well-off, but that wasn’t the main point. From the mouth of this stunningly beautiful woman, a beauty rarely seen in the mortal world, came the description of the girl as "clever and obedient." Clearly, this well-educated girl was eighteen or nineteen years old, possessing a beautiful face and a lively, outgoing personality. For someone as lustful as me, this type of girl was my favorite, and also the easiest to get my hands on. So, although I flatly rejected Jiang Shan, to be honest, I was still a little reluctant.

"Oh, well, never mind then!"

Jiang Shan was so carefree; even after being rejected outright by someone she barely knew, she showed no displeasure whatsoever, continuing to chat and laugh with us.

Half an hour later, Chen Jing used an excuse to hint that I should leave. So, Jiang Shan and I exchanged contact information, exchanged a few polite words with Zhao Xinrui, and then, with a heavy heart, abandoned the stunning beauty of my goddess and left. But after this unexpected and passionate encounter, Chen Jing dared not bring me back to the dormitory.

Two days later, around 10 PM that night, Chen Jing suddenly arrived at my house, but didn't say a word for several minutes after entering.

Seeing her absent-minded expression, I asked her to sit down and asked, "What's wrong, Jingjing? Are you feeling unwell, or has something happened at home?"

Since we got together, although Chen Jing wasn't very supportive, I had still tried my best to use my relatively substantial savings as a bachelor to subsidize her family, both openly and secretly. So, her late arrival and unusual expression immediately made me think that something had happened again and she needed help, but was finding it difficult to tell me.

She didn't answer me, but instead, expressionless, reached into her bag and rummaged through something, slowly saying, "My mother's medical insurance payment was approved today, I'm going to the bank to transfer the money..."

As she said this, I seemed to sense something was wrong, and the unease from the day Zhao Xinrui and I conspired to use Li Ziqiang to pry open Chen Jing's heart surged back into my mind.

As Chen Jing spoke, she pulled a magnetic card from her bag, placed it neatly on the table, and slowly pushed it towards me: "I... I originally wanted to use this card to transfer money, but I discovered that the cardholder wasn't Zhao Xinrui, nor Li Ziqiang..."

She couldn't finish her sentence.

In that instant, I finally understood the unease that had been lingering in my heart. I had given this card to Chen Jing through Zhao Xinrui, and I was the cardholder. Knowing this, Chen Jing could naturally deduce that the money Zhao Xinrui gave her was actually from me. Therefore, everything that followed was undoubtedly a lie and a trap.

Actually, it wasn't that I hadn't considered this. When I gave the card to Zhao Xinrui, I told her to get it back immediately after everything was over. But after I obtained Chen Jing's virginity, her unexpected behavior left me momentarily captivated. Later, I was only focused on devising tricks to coax Chen Jing into opening her heart, and then I became immersed in the swamp of love, completely forgetting the most basic principle—disposing of stolen goods.

Now it was right in front of me, and all words became superfluous. I couldn't help but look at Chen Jing, my eyes filled with repentance, pleading, and even a touch of dazedness.

But Chen Jing didn't look at me; her gaze avoided meeting mine, and her expression was utterly calm, a calmness that frightened me.

"I... don't hate you, but I always feel that being with someone like you... is a bit tiring!"

She said this unexpectedly, then stood up and turned to leave. Her steps weren't fast or sudden, but they were resolute.

I slowly followed her to my feet, my body completely out of control. I didn't know if I wanted to catch up with her, grab her, keep her, or see her off—I didn't know!

The door opened, and Chen Jing went out, and I was right behind her. She gently pushed me with both hands, not with much force, but without any hesitation. Stunned, I followed her back into the house.

'Snap!' The door was gently closed from the outside by Chen Jing, and the sound made me tremble all over, my mouth agape but no sound coming out. My eyes were fixed on the closed door, my mind a complete blank. I just let Chen Jing walk away, let her leave my life, let that beautiful figure I could see from the window disappear into the distance.

In the bathroom, I turned on the shower, the rushing water soaking my clothes, and I just stood there, lost in thought. "

You've fallen for her, you fool! You're a lecher! She's just one of your many toys! You shouldn't love her!"

"Nonsense! I've been playing with her all along, playing with her body and her soul. I even ejaculated in her mouth a few days ago!"

"Don't deny it! If you didn't love her, why would you cry with her, why would you pay her medical bills, why would you bribe the surgeon, why would you keep going to her house, and why would you take care of that wretched old woman, her mother?" "

I didn't do any of that. I just wanted her to submit to me, to be my plaything, which forced me to delve into the depths of her heart. How could I manipulate her without understanding what kind of person she was?"

"Alright, stop being so stubborn. Ever since your dick got hard, which woman have you been interested in sleeping with seventeen or eighteen times? Didn't you just use each one twice and then throw her away? But you can't bear to throw Chen Jing away, and you even worry about whether she's enjoying it every time you have sex with her. Have you ever done that before?

Get lost! I can sleep with whoever I want, however I want, who's it to you?"...

Two voices argued and shouted incessantly in my mind, making my head feel like

it was about to explode. Damn it, what's wrong with me? She's just a woman. Women can be loved, or they can be played with. I can do whatever I want, who's going to tell me what to do!

Who, who the hell dares to tell me what to do!

I...I...I'm a bad person to begin with, my soul is already twisted. From the moment I risked my life to rape Yu Mengmeng in that dark, dilapidated little house, there was no turning back.

Love, what is that? What is Chen Jing to me? She's a luxury!

I need to accept reality, I need to abandon love, only then can I leave more freely.

I need to seize every opportunity to get close to and play with beautiful women, using boundless lust to alleviate the emptiness of my heart devoid of love.

Thinking of this, I strode out of the bathroom, ignoring my soaking wet clothes, grabbed the phone and dialed, saying, "Hello, is this Jiang Shan...? I've taken that tutoring job you mentioned, I'll do a great job!"

(End of Chapter)

Chapter Three: A Red Blossom, Dew-laden Fragrance, Clouds and Rain, Wushan, a Heartbreaking Scene,

Section One: Midnight Horror

Tianjin in the depths of winter is unusually cold and gloomy, even at midday when the sun is high in the sky. Although it's the dead of winter, nearing the end of the semester, it hasn't snowed in a long time. The dry, murky air makes your nose sting after breathing for a while. At times like this, a heavy snowfall would be much more refreshing , spreading pure, icy cold.

Chen Jing's departure left me deeply disappointed, much like the weather itself. A thin layer of gray shrouded my vision, and the cold wind felt like barbed wire cutting into my skin, dry and stinging. Moreover, the sky, indistinguishable between clouds and miasma, made it seem as if this weather would continue for a long time, utterly hopeless.

Jiang Shan, to me now, is like a breath of fresh air, but this girl only gave me a brief overview of the tutoring job over the phone. She not only ignored my request to meet her using this as an excuse but also easily brushed it off with a few simple words. Now that I've agreed to her request, I can only hope that this high school senior is worth my time.

In a small house in an alley near East Lake at Tianjin University, I was rummaging through drawers, searching for my old textbooks and study guides from my senior year of high school. People tend to be nostalgic when they're feeling down, and I was no exception. Looking at my old textbooks, covered in scribbled scribbles and amusingly bad poems, I

was suddenly overcome with sadness when I heard a strange noise, but it wasn't quite clear. Judging from the sound, it was coming from the doorway, so I walked towards it with the books in my hand.

"Knock, knock, knock," this time I heard it clearly—a very soft knock.

"Knock, knock..." I opened the door as the knocking resumed. Because the front door of this small, dilapidated house opened inwards, when I suddenly opened it, a hand with a bent index finger was still knocking inwards, almost hitting my forehead.

"Ah!" A soft, delicate cry escaped her lips as the owner of the slender hand abruptly stopped, quickly withdrawing her hand from less than twenty centimeters from my head.

As the door opened, the person seemed to be still lost in thought, head bowed, before finally looking up. We stared at each other, both momentarily stunned.

"Yang Ziyang? It's you?"

a soft, charming, and naturally beautiful voice rang out.

Standing before me was a girl about my age. She wore a red wool sweater, a white silk collar peeking out from her light yellow winter coat. She wore black nylon leggings and denim shorts. Even in the dead of winter, when everyone was bundled up in thick

winter clothes, this girl's shapely hips and legs didn't appear bulky at all; instead, they seemed slender and long, and her hips full and shapely. Her beautiful long, black hair, seemingly freshly washed, shone brightly in the weak sunlight. Her delicate, arched eyebrows accentuated her phoenix eyes, which sparkled with a captivating brilliance, seemingly capable of bewitching souls.

If a layer of soft, light blue eyeshadow were applied over her naturally long, arched eyelashes, a mere flick of her gaze could bewitch countless beauties. Not to mention, a beauty mark was exquisitely placed beside her slightly closed, sun-kissed, crimson lips on her perfectly oval face. Even when she was expressionless, she exuded a soft, delicate charm. She could easily rival the noble bearing of the legendary Chang'e, the allure of the historical Daji who bewitched the world, and the captivating beauty of Chen Yuanyuan, the renowned courtesan of the late Ming Dynasty who famously defied the odds for her love.

This ethereal beauty, unparalleled in heaven and earth, was the one I constantly longed for, the classmate of mine yet forever out of reach—Zhu Pingping. I don't know why she came to my house today, nor why she was so surprised to see me.

"Ah...ah, it's me, isn't it? This is my house?"

Every time I look at her, I feel helpless and at a loss. Even now, in my disheartened state, I have to admit that just her standing in front of me, without doing anything, can rekindle the flames of desire I had just lost in my endless fantasies.

But she clearly knocked on the door to visit, so why was she so surprised by my appearance? So, my answer was actually asking her this question. But the answer I received was truly unacceptable and incredibly disappointing.

"Oh, it seems I've come to the wrong place, I'm sorry!"

With that, Zhu Pingping turned her slender figure and walked away without looking back.

Her appearance was like a stone suddenly thrown into a stagnant pool in my heart, instantly filling me with an indescribable longing.

Tsk tsk, that plump little bottom, that slender figure, those two vibrant, beautiful legs and two jade-like feet—if only I could hug, kiss, and touch them! Seriously, I'd gladly shorten my life by ten years! Thinking this, I watched her disappear from sight before reluctantly closing the door.

Little did I know, this beautiful wish wouldn't come true for years.

After a sudden, inexplicable surge of sexual desire, I returned to the room to continue searching and organizing. But not long after, the knocking started again. My heart leaped with joy—had the beauty returned? But thinking about it carefully, the knocking was different from before—very urgent and harsh. Given her personality, she wouldn't do that even if the sky fell. Besides, this time the force in her hands was immense, completely unlike a girl's.

Lost in my thoughts, I was late opening the door. As I walked towards it,

asking "Who is it?", the flimsy wooden door was suddenly flung open by a loud slam. The door slammed against the wall, and what emerged was a man's foot wearing oversized sneakers.

Startled, I looked outside. There stood three men in a T-shape at the doorway. The two in the back wore black leather jackets, open to reveal flamboyant fleece sweaters underneath. They wore blue jeans, deliberately ripped at the knees—the latest trend of beggar attire. The man in front was truly remarkable. Aside from his bizarre clothing, his monkey-like face, exaggerated side-parted hair, and his slouching, one-handed-in-pocket posture—frankly, he didn't even need to move; just standing there was a highly entertaining piece of performance art.

However, the three men all seemed menacing and hostile, which made my heart sink. I had recently done several shady things in Dalian and Tianjin,

and the idiom "a thief with a cowardly heart" perfectly described my current state. Judging from their appearance, they were all thugs, and their menacing looks made me hesitate. I asked hesitantly, "Who...who are you looking for?"

The "outstanding" guy in the lead pulled his sunglasses down, tilted his head, and looked at me with a pair of cross-eyed eyes, rolling the whites of his eyes. "You fucking..."

Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, he abruptly took off his sunglasses and asked in surprise, "Hey? Isn't this Brother Yang?"

His arrogant expression immediately disappeared, and the two behind him, who had been standing with their arms crossed and heads tilted, straightened up and lowered their hands. Their eyes looked at me with a strange mix of respect, and the three of them exchanged surprised glances.

It was only then that I remembered these people were three of the four who had gotten into trouble drinking with Gu Zhenhai that day. The two standing behind were Xu Liang and Xiao Hongtao, and the guy in front of me was the one I tripped and made fall flat on his face that night. I just didn't know his name because Gu Zhenhai hadn't introduced him, and I couldn't match the names of the other two to each other.

"Oh—it's you guys!"

Of course, I couldn't show that I'd forgotten their names, so I greeted them warmly, "Come in, come in and sit down!"

While gesturing for them to come inside, I asked, "What brings you all here today?"

The bastard in the lead didn't seem inclined to come in, and even gave an awkward laugh: "Sorry... Brother Yang, we... we've got the wrong door!"

I didn't really want to associate with any hooligans other than Gu Zhenhai, but their current behavior was strange. Before I could ask, he and the other two were already walking towards the alley exit, saying, "Brother Yang, we'll come see you another day. We have to go now!"

Without waiting for me to stop them, he dashed off and disappeared.

Damn it, what's wrong with everyone today? They're all acting so strangely. Even the beautiful women are one thing, but the 'handsome' men are like this. While pondering the impossible cause and effect, I closed the door again.

January days are particularly short; it was already dark by 6:30 pm. Following the address Jiang Shan gave me, I arrived at Lijing Haoyuan, located west of Hebei University of Technology in Hongqiao District. I'd seen this place in real estate advertisements; it was definitely a high-end villa-style apartment.

The community security guard at the entrance politely guided me, and following his directions, I arrived at the garden gate of a detached three-story house. To be honest, it was the first time I had ever seen such a high-end villa up close.

The building's layout was novel, likely reflecting European design principles. Deep blue ceramic tiles covered most of the exterior, with scattered touches of blue, white, and yellow paint. Some areas even had a wooden effect, showcasing a novel and unique design that was both simple and grand, exuding a strong pastoral atmosphere without sacrificing luxury.

Not to mention the diverse landscaping in the spacious courtyard; despite the winter chill, it evoked images of vibrant spring and blooming summer flowers. To the right of the yard was a wooden parking shed; if it weren't for a black Chrysler Grand Voyager parked inside, I would have mistaken it for a café or something similar to a beachfront location. To the left of the yard was an artificial lake of nearly thirty square meters, with a small, classically styled pavilion standing beside it.

Back when the real estate market hadn't yet boomed, I estimate this villa would have cost at least five million.

Of course, if I had known that the Chrysler Grand Voyager wasn't yet sold directly in mainland China, and that buying it from overseas and shipping it back would have cost hundreds of thousands of US dollars

, I wouldn't have been so captivated by its grandeur. I swallowed hard, secretly lamenting that even if I earned a PhD and found a job with a six-figure annual salary, I probably wouldn't be able to afford such a luxurious place in my

lifetime. No wonder even someone as composed and honest as Jiang Shan would express such unusual admiration for this family's wealth. Fortunately, my years of navigating the world alone had forged a resilient character in me, so I wasn't intimidated. Moreover, my expectations for this seemingly ordinary girl prevented me from backing down. With my heart pounding, I rang the doorbell.

The doorbell rang, and a middle-aged couple came out with friendly smiles. The man had a square face, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a straight nose, a square mouth, and thick lips. He was clean-shaven, and his expression was calm and composed. His bronze face was slightly wrinkled, giving him an air of distinction cultivated by long-term leadership. The middle-aged woman, on the other hand, was relatively ordinary. The vicissitudes of life were clearly etched on her face, and her looks were somewhat plain due to her age, making her seem somewhat out of place in this upscale residence.

The gate opened, and the man greeted me politely and warmly: "Hello, you must be the teacher Xiao Jiang introduced to replace her?"

I immediately extended my hand and shook his warm, thick hand: "Hello, Uncle Shen, my name is Yang Ziyang, you can just call me Xiao Yang!"

Mr. Shen held my hand while putting his other hand on my shoulder: "Come on, let's talk inside, it's too cold here."

He then led me into the house. Little did I know that from the moment I stepped through that gate, my life would undergo a major change.

Stepping inside, a wave of warmth and fragrance immediately enveloped me, instantly making me forget the cold outside and the day's fatigue. While waiting for the host to lead me in, I carefully observed the surrounding furnishings. Unlike the opulent exterior, the living room, only fifty-odd square meters, was simply and elegantly decorated, yet exuded a noble and refined air. Many of the furnishings and decorations were things I, a civil engineering student, had never seen before. In my memory, I had only seen this level of decoration once before, at my classmate Wu Wei's house.

A long-haired girl sat on the spacious beige leather sofa in the living room. Because she was looking down, her beautiful, flowing, slightly wavy hair obscured her face, making it difficult to see her features clearly. When she saw me enter with her parents, she didn't get up to greet me, not even moving her crossed legs or arms crossed over her shoulders. She simply tossed her hair aside and glanced up.

Ah, a rich heiress is indeed different; this young lady has quite the airs. I was about to politely greet her with my eyes, but the moment my gaze met her face, I froze. I don't know if it was good fortune from a past life or luck in this one, but I've encountered yet another stunning beauty.

This pretty girl wore a light red, thin, long-sleeved wool sweater, the neckline revealing a black undershirt and sheer tank top straps underneath. She wore black, tight-fitting shorts that reached just to her knees, highlighting the perfect curves of her shapely legs. Below her white calves were a pair of cartoon-themed flip-flops, which swung back and forth on her raised little foot, making her even more adorable.

Looking at her face, her fluffy hair partially obscured one of her delicate eyebrows. Her eyes, though not large, were perfectly positioned above her high, straight nose. Her eyelashes were long and natural, and her bright, unpretentious eyes seemed to speak volumes with every blink.

Most captivating were her small mouth and two rows of flawless white teeth—truly a picture of radiant beauty.

Because her parents were nearby, I didn't dare look too closely, only glancing at her briefly before averting my gaze. But that one glance left a stunning impression. This young beauty had very fair skin, and although she was wearing a very loose casual top, it couldn't hide the fullness of her chest. It was strange, really, that an eighteen-year-old girl could have such a beautiful figure; it was quite rare.

Jiang Shan had told me long ago that this girl had a certain charm, and I knew that a girl who could earn such praise from her couldn't be ordinary, but I hadn't expected her to be so stunningly beautiful. If she grew up for another two years, she would probably be just as beautiful as Jiang Shan herself. As

I was lost in thought, I heard her mother say, "Dandan, Teacher Yang is here, come and say hello."

Her name was Shen Dan, which I had heard Jiang Shan mention before. In Jiang Shan's description, she was a lively, cute, smart, and well-behaved girl.

But seeing her today, I felt she wasn't as obedient as Jiang Shan had described. Perhaps her first impression of me, with my plain looks, wasn't very good.

Shen Dan still didn't stand up, lazily greeting, "Hello, teacher..."

She seemed uninterested in acknowledging me. I felt a surge of frustration. Why did every girl have a bad first impression of me? Was my appearance really that unattractive to women? But don't worry, even if you're as pretty and charming as Yu Mengmeng or Du Jingwen, as clever and intelligent as Feng Mengyao, or as conservative and meticulous as Chen Jing, you're still... hehe!

But then again, her voice was indeed beautiful, soft and gentle, even her "Hello, teacher" sounded so alluring. Damn it, if all the moaning in porn movies sounded like her, I'd watch it even without the visuals!

Her father, with his rather authoritative air, handed me a glass of water. I thanked him and took it. Then he said, "Teacher Yang, I heard you're a top student from Tianjin University. What do you study?"

"Oh, I study civil engineering, specifically architectural engineering,"

I replied politely. As a tutor invited into the home, it was only natural for the parents to inquire about my background.

Shen Dan's father clicked his tongue in amazement: "Tsk, I know about Tianjin University's Civil Engineering Department, it's very famous. There are only four universities in China whose architectural engineering programs are recognized worldwide: Tongji University, Zhejiang University, Tsinghua University, and Tianjin University. Among them, Tianjin University ranks second, only after Tsinghua University. However, Tsinghua specializes in road and bridge engineering, while Tianjin University specializes in civil engineering and construction, so in this field, Tianjin University can be considered the best in the country! Not simple, not simple at all!"

This man was very talkative and knowledgeable. His words were both pleasing to me and very sincere, not just empty flattery. He must be a seasoned socialite. I immediately became modest: "No, no, these are just advertising slogans from recruitment fairs, don't take them seriously!"

Then I tentatively asked: "Uncle Shen seems to know a lot about building construction, you..."

Asking him directly which university he was from would be a bit abrupt, so I deliberately hesitated, as if considering that it was inappropriate to ask, but actually waiting for him to answer on his own.

"Oh, I'm in real estate, how could I not know a little about talent?"

He said, completely ignoring the two ladies present, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one, then asking, "Xiao Yang, you and Xiao Jiang are from Tianjin University and Normal University respectively, why did she bring you here? You two wouldn't happen to be…"

The meaning was crystal clear; he wanted to say that since we weren't classmates, yet she introduced me, he suspected we were a close couple. Although I understood his hidden meaning, what puzzled me was why he cared about this. It should be a matter of personal privacy, and how we met was entirely irrelevant to him, as a parent.

I really wanted to say something like, "Jiang Shan is my girlfriend; she told me about covering her classes after we finished in bed the other day," but it was obvious Jiang Shan had a good relationship with this family. If she ever came back to replace me, she would definitely hear my nonsense. I could only brush it off with a simple, "Oh, Jiang Shan is my former classmate."

While we were talking, I kept stealing glances at Shen Dan. I noticed two details: First, when her father asked about my relationship with Jiang Shan, Shen Dan surprisingly turned her head away, clearly showing some concern. Second, when I denied that we had a relationship beyond friendship, Shen Dan pursed her lips and turned her head back.

My guess is that Jiang Shan and Shen Dan get along very well, admiring each other's beauty and charm, with Shen Dan especially so. Therefore, she was very concerned about the relationship between her idolized older sister and me, an unremarkable man. She was relieved when she learned, as expected, that Jiang Shan and I had no close relationship. That pursed lip must have been her inner thought: "Tch, I knew it without even thinking. You? You think you're worthy!"

Sigh, it seems the foundation Jiang Shan laid here is becoming an obstacle for me.

Mr. Shen seemed to have received the answer he wanted. Hearing this, he slapped his thigh and stood up: "Alright, let's not waste any more time. You can start now. Would you like to do it here, or upstairs in the study?"

I naturally went along with his wishes and quickly said, "Anywhere is fine, I don't mind. It depends on where Shen... uh, it depends on where Shen wants to go."

I almost accidentally called her "Sister Shen," how dangerous!

The father said gently, "Then let's go to the study. It'll save us from moving things around and avoids disturbing

you." Avoid being disturbed? If I were with a girl like this in a place where no one would disturb me... I'm afraid something bad would happen!

Before I could answer, Shen Dan said irritably, "Let's just stay in the living room. It's not like we're doing anything. He'll leave after he finishes speaking. Why go upstairs? Besides, Sister Shanshan always stayed in the living room before!"

Judging from her tone, she didn't seem to want to be friendly to me.

Shen Dan's mother, who had been standing behind her, suddenly said apologetically to me, "This child has been spoiled since she was little; that's how she talks. Please don't take it to heart, Teacher Yang."

Actually, I found her mother's behavior quite strange. She seemed a little awkward and didn't seem very willing to talk. Since entering the room, it had been her father who had been greeting me and chatting with me. This mother, however, had been standing there silently, like an observer. But these were just my feelings; perhaps her mother, like Shen Dan, wasn't too happy with me.

Hearing his mother say that, I smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

To secure my position, I used my silver tongue and rambling, seemingly nonsensical, words to persuade the two parents: "Oh, I think Shen Dan is right. As a tutor, what I do is naturally different from classroom instruction; it requires targeted guidance. High school is self-study under the guidance of teachers, so what I teach isn't knowledge, but learning methods, teaching people how to acquire knowledge through thought processes. And these are actually inseparable from parents, so I usually require parents to sit in on the first lesson. This is my assessment of you two, and also your assessment of me..."

This seemingly plausible but ultimately unfounded rambling impressed the two parents, who nodded repeatedly.

Urged by her parents, Shen Dan reluctantly stood up. When she stood up, I was startled. She was so tall! I hadn't really noticed when she was sitting, but when she stood up, she was almost at my eye level. Those legs were truly exceptionally long and shapely. My gaze drifted down to her rounded, straight thighs, and my heart skipped a beat. When she turned around, her buttocks were even more captivating—full and rounded.

Tight black capri pants hugged her entire hips, revealing two plump, rounded buttocks with distinct contours and a deep cleft. Even though I hadn't been with a woman for days, I immediately felt aroused.

Shen Dan, in a fit of pique, brought some textbooks and a notebook from upstairs, slammed them onto the coffee table, and then sat down heavily opposite me.

I slightly suppressed my lustful thoughts and continued to smoke: "Shen, put the notebook away. I have a habit of not taking notes during my lectures. Just listen carefully and maintain your first impression of what I'm teaching."

For this beautiful woman, I was fully focused, trying my best to create a unique teaching style in front of the three of them, hoping to secure this job.

The trial lecture began, but I remained restless. Although I didn't dare to openly stare at Shen Dan, I would unconsciously steal glances at her when I looked up or down, when I asked her questions, or when I pretended to signal to her. She was really beautiful, even more so up close, with rosy skin and those tender lips—I really wanted to bite them.

This Shen Dan harbored a deep, inexplicable prejudice against me, as if I had driven away her good sister Jiang Shan, and she was completely uncooperative during class. If I didn't ask her questions, she wouldn't say a word; if I asked her three questions, she might answer one, and most of those answers were irrelevant.

Her parents probably knew their daughter's temper and were at a loss as to how to deal with her. An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Her mother put on her coat, seemingly about to leave, while her father saw her off, but returned shortly after.

"Teacher Yang, you should go upstairs to teach. I have some documents to organize, you see…"

her father said immediately upon entering the room.

"Oh, okay, I'm fine with anything!"

I replied, and together with a reluctant Shen Dan, we walked into the stairwell in the corner of the living room.

The solid wood staircase, though sturdy, still creaked slightly under my leather shoes. The study was on the third floor, right next to the young lady's bedroom. After entering, I looked around her study. The bookshelves were large, but there were very few books, mostly comics and cartoons. On the desk sat a computer with a large 23-inch widescreen and a webcam—definitely someone with money. Keep in mind, back then, this setup was top-of-the-line, and webcams were a new invention; nobody would bother installing something that wasn't yet widespread without a considerable sum of money.

Once in her own space, the little girl became even lazier, sitting in her small swivel chair without any semblance of student behavior, sometimes completely ignoring my questions. So I could only flip through her old test papers, analyzing her personality traits through subtle clues in her studies.

She would always turn her head, glaring at me with slight annoyance, as if my presence had made her otherwise pleasant tutoring class incredibly dull. I ignored her, thinking to myself, it's okay, it won't be dull after a while, I have all sorts of ingenious tricks to keep you engrossed.

Finally, nine o'clock arrived, and our cold war-like teaching should come to an end. Her father was very satisfied with my unique teaching method and agreed to let me continue teaching. Classes were held every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, with Friday and Saturday evenings scheduled, and Sunday afternoons and evenings, which I guessed was based on the parents' schedules. The price was set at 50 yuan per hour, which was considered high at the time. But my goal wasn't money, and I wasn't short of money, so I didn't care.

Her father warmly saw me off, wanting to escort me all the way out of the community, which I politely declined. Even so, he patiently pointed out which bus to take and where the bus stops were. I guess although he owns a car, his prominent position means he has many visitors and knows the bus routes well.

When he saw me off, the young woman looked visibly annoyed. Thinking about how she has to spend over ten hours alone with someone she doesn't like every week, I felt genuine sympathy for her. But don't worry, I promise you, I'll make sure you have a very, very good time!

Lijing Garden is a newly built upscale community, inhabited by people of considerable status. To maintain a rustic atmosphere, the nearest bustling street is a ten-minute walk away. Leaving the community, I walked back the way I came on the deserted street, thinking about the three members of the Shen family.

Although my target was the beautiful Shen Dan, she was the easiest to understand in the family. Her family was very wealthy, and her parents doted on her, so she was spoiled from a young age, developing a stubborn and arrogant personality. She has a strong interest and a good attitude towards people and things she likes, but she completely rejects those who give her a bad first impression without hesitation. However, this also has an advantage: if I can find a way to change her attitude towards me, it might have a wonderful, natural effect.

Moreover, this girl, growing up in such a wealthy family, likely lacks strong personal abilities due to her abundant material resources, and her ability to distinguish right from wrong is relatively poor. I'm confident I can easily handle a girl with this personality, but the problem lies in how to handle the aftermath.

Her father is definitely not someone to be trifled with. He always wears a very friendly smile, but I always feel that something is hidden beneath that expression. When he sees my calm and composed expression, a fleeting glint of cunning flashes in his eyes, revealing the depths

of my being. My difficult experiences have honed my composure, and recent encounters have given me a rudimentary understanding of how to judge people. Although it's still just a vague feeling, it has already benefited me greatly in my past actions. Perhaps I'm just overthinking it, or maybe it's just a habit honed from years of business dealings?

But our casual exchange just now clearly showed me this man's shrewdness. In the back-and-forth of questions and answers, I had already revealed most of my situation, or rather, he had tricked me out of it. And he, on the other hand, hadn't left me with a single piece of valuable information. My intuition tells me that this man is definitely not simple, and may be the only, and most dangerous, obstacle on my path to hunting this vulnerable prey.

There's something else that's been bothering me: when Jiang Shan's name was mentioned, her father's eyes subtly lit up. Although it was extremely subtle, even a subconscious reaction, it left a deep impression on me. Am I just being paranoid?

But then again, her mother gave me a strange feeling, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Why

was she going out so late in this cold weather, and why didn't her husband, who has a car, take her? Shen Dan and her father were both dressed casually at home, but her mother was dressed very formally. Had she planned to go out all along? But why did they wait so long before leaving? Was it just to listen to my trial lecture?

As I walked forward, lost in thought, a sharp screech of brakes and the sound of something heavy metal hitting the ground came from behind me. I couldn't help but turn around, but a blinding beam of light blinded me, and a piercing siren filled my ears. In a daze, I instinctively raised my hand to shield my eyes from the light. Before

I could even react, the blinding light was completely focused on me. Only then did I vaguely see that it was a police jeep, and the light shining on me wasn't a single beam, but rather the two high beams from the police car's headlights.

At that moment, a strong arm grabbed my neck from behind, and simultaneously, a solid chest pressed against my back.

This terrified me. It all happened so suddenly. My first thought, fueled by guilt, was that one of the girls I'd wronged had called the police, and they were coming to arrest me!

But just as I was beginning to suspect this, another sight terrified me even more. The person who had been choking me from behind suddenly extended their other hand, holding a gleaming dagger to my chest, pressing it ever closer to my neck.

The car lights went out, the door opened, and two police officers rushed out and ran towards me.

When they were less than ten meters away, the man behind me suddenly pulled me tightly against him, yelling, "Don't come any closer! Huff, huff, if you come any closer, I'll... I'll kill him!"

His voice trembled as he shouted, his chest pressed against my back, I could clearly feel his heavy breathing and trembling body. White breath escaped from his mouth near my ear, and the knife in his hand gleamed eerily in the streetlight.

"Calm down, don't hurt the hostage!"

one of the policemen shouted, but still slowly approached, pulling a pistol from his waistband and shuffling forward with his partner.

"Get out of the way! One more step and I'll get rough with him! Don't... don't push me!"

the man behind him roared, taking several steps back to maintain a distance from the two policemen.

I was a hostage? I realized then that my previous assumptions were completely wrong. It wasn't a case of me committing adultery, forcing, deceiving, or seducing someone; I was being held hostage by the thugs behind me. The police weren't after me; their target was this burly man wielding a weapon. At the same time, I noticed a red motorcycle lying on the side of the road in front of the police car.

I then roughly understood what had happened. The police must have been chasing this criminal behind them, and he, knowing he had nowhere to escape or that his motorcycle had broken down, had abandoned it. But this made escape even more impossible, so he took the only pedestrian on the road—me—hostage.

The knife was so close to me now, less than ten centimeters. I could even smell the faint scent of blood from its crimson blade. Its gleaming cold light was even more chilling in the silent winter night.

The man's hands were cracked; it seemed he'd gotten them from riding his motorcycle without gloves in the freezing cold.

He was very strong and extremely agitated; I was afraid he might really kill me if I wasn't careful. What should I do! What should I do!

The other policeman, who hadn't spoken before, stopped and shouted at the criminal, "Don't be impulsive! I'm telling you, you have nowhere to run. Put down your weapon and release the hostage; there's a sliver of hope. If you continue to resist, you'll definitely suffer the consequences!"

The voice was clear and pleasant; it was a young policewoman.

"Brother...brother, please...please don't do anything rash! This...this is a matter of life and death!"

Although I had just escaped the fear of being arrested, I felt no joy or relief. I glanced at the blade, then looked up to see the man behind me, but couldn't see him. I could only try to calm him down with words. I dared not move an inch, afraid that a misstep would bring irreversible consequences. My mind raced, trying to find an effective way to escape.

The man remained vigilant, glancing sideways at the two policemen, who, though not daring to approach, had split up to flank me. He then looked down at me and whispered, "Brother, sorry, I can't help it. You'll have to make do for now! Don't move, knives don't have eyes!" "

Yes

, yes, don't worry, I won't... I won't move!"

At that moment, what I wanted most wasn't for the villain to be captured, but for my own safety. I hoped the two policemen would leave immediately and the man behind me would run away quickly, so I could be safe.

But things didn't go as planned. The two officers were absolutely determined not to let the criminal go. They were infiltrating from both sides, intending to seize the opportunity to subdue him while he was caught off guard.

The man realized this too, and immediately dragged me, who was trembling all over, backing away until we reached the wall.

This was a shady corner, and with his body against the wall, he could clearly see what was happening in front of him.

"No... don't come any closer! If you go any further, I really... I really will kill him!"

he shouted, his knife trembling.

Damn it, wouldn't these two bastards abandon me? Although similar scenes are always shown on TV, and the police always refrain from acting rashly for the sake of the public, I've never experienced anything like that in reality.

If I were arresting someone now, and there were no witnesses around, if I were bold enough, I might actually shoot the criminal dead, disregarding the hostage. After all, the blame for the hostage's death would fall on the criminal, and my goal was to get a commendation. I muttered to myself, afraid that my deduction would become reality.

Thankfully, seeing that they couldn't encircle them, the policewoman stopped first and gave the man a look, and he stopped approaching.

Seeing that the two policemen dared not approach, the man behind them shouted again, "You...you throw away your guns, put your hands up, back...back...back!" "Think it over," the male policeman said calmly, slowly backing away while feigning resistance.

"You're kidnapping a hostage. If we catch you, your crimes will be compounded. You understand that resisting means certain death, don't you?" "Enough talk, hurry up! Throw away your guns!" The man's voice was incredibly loud, hoarse from excitement, deafening me. "I...I'm...I'm being held as a murderer by you. Going back means certain death!" Whether from excitement or shortness of breath, his words were incoherent. Holy crap, a murderer! I'm being held hostage by a murderer? Is this all I can hope for? Hearing him say that made me even more panicked. My legs went weak, my calves cramped, and my underwear was damp. How novel! This was a matter of life and death! Seeing that the psychological tactics weren't working, the two policemen exchanged a helpless glance, then slowly lowered their pistols to the ground, raised their hands above their heads, and backed away. The assailant pushed me, moving outwards in a circle around the policemen's position, clearly targeting the police car. He wasn't stupid; at this point, only by seizing the only means of transportation could he escape. But the police weren't fools either. Seeing his movement, they slowly closed in on him. I could tell that the two policemen wouldn't dare to recklessly arrest me without considering my safety, but the problem was that they wouldn't abandon him either. Countless scenes from movies and TV shows flashed through my mind. In most of these scenes, the assailant forced the police to submit, then was shot dead while trying to escape, and the hostage was often injured to varying degrees, ranging from minor injuries to death. This thug seemed inexperienced; otherwise, he wouldn't have been chased all the way here. Being taken hostage by him could very well mean certain death. The police were out of the question; they had to find a way to escape! This grown man, dragged along like a lamb, was forced to exert force as the thug pulled him by the neck. The man glanced at the closed car door and shouted at the police, "The keys! Throw the car keys over here, quick!" The policeman reluctantly pulled the keys from his pocket and threw them, but he seemed to have misjudged the force, and the keys only reached the ground four or five meters in front of the thug. The thug, having no other option, continued dragging the hostage forward, threatening the police to back off. As a result, the hostage's backpack fell to the ground. The thug, on high alert, placed the knife in his left hand, which was still holding the hostage's neck, his eyes fixed on the policeman. He slowly bent down to pick up the keys, then slowly stood up again, and continued towards the driver's side door of the police car. Just then, the hostage in his arms suddenly convulsed, breathing extremely irregularly and making incoherent cries, his voice completely unrecognizable: "Brother... I... huff... uh... huff..." With a hoarse, trembling sound that couldn't be uttered, his entire body slumped downwards, as if all strength had suddenly left him, completely disregarding the thick arm choking his throat. The assailant was stunned by this sudden turn of events, struggling to pull the man up while asking, "You... what's wrong with you?" But even though his arm was almost severing the man's trachea, the man wouldn't stand up with his strength, eventually almost sitting on the ground, his hands still groping and grabbing at the hostage-taker's feet, as if searching for something. The assailant had no choice but to free his left arm from the neck, placing it under the man's armpit to support him, slowly helping him up. The person panting in her arms was released from his neck and helped to his feet. He immediately grabbed his throat, scratching downwards with his fingers spread, as if trying to tear it open to relieve the suffocation caused by lack of oxygen. He stuck out his tongue, his expression extremely ferocious; he looked like he might die at any moment. "He...he doesn't have asthma, does he?" the policewoman asked with concern. As police officers, if the criminal escaped and the hostage was injured, the responsibility would be considerable, so it was no wonder she was nervous. Hearing the policewoman's words, the criminal also thought it sounded plausible and immediately shook the hostage violently with one arm: "Hey! Hey! Do you have asthma? Don't die! Hey, do you have any medicine?" The hostage in her arms was convulsing and couldn't speak at all. After a long while, he finally managed to raise his right hand and point to his backpack on the ground, while tilting his head and looking desperately in that direction. Clearly, such an acute illness could be fatal, and patients with this condition usually carry potent medication. Taking it promptly would provide temporary relief, and this young man's asthma medication was in his bag. Realizing this, the assailant immediately pulled the patient towards the bag, while the two police officers used this opportunity to move closer. The assailant picked up the bag, only to find the police were less than three meters away. His hostage was now completely powerless, like a rag doll, not only unable to save his own life but also a significant obstacle to his escape. On the other hand, he no longer needed the hostage; he now had the keys and could steal a car and flee. Thinking this, he suddenly shoved the hostage forcefully towards the female officer in front, using the moment to quickly grab the keys and try to open the car door. However, he hadn't anticipated there were several keys, and in his panic, he couldn't find the one he needed. The car door wouldn't open either, driving him nearly mad with desperation.

The policewoman was knocked to the ground by the hostage and fell with him, unable to get up for a moment. The male officer, however, quickly picked up the pistol he had thrown nearby and pounced on him like lightning.

"Here you go!"

the assailant threw the backpack at the two people lying on the ground, abandoned the car, and ran off into a narrow alley. The alley was narrow, requiring him to walk to catch up, so the male officer had to give chase.

The policewoman struggled to get the hostage off her and struggled to her feet. Seeing her colleague had already chased into the alley, she immediately grabbed her gun, ready to follow. But then she thought saving lives was more important than capturing the hostage. She said to the person lying on the ground, "Hang in there, I'll get you some medicine!"

and ran over to grab the backpack, opening it and searching inside.

But she couldn't find a medicine bottle like a small spray bottle anywhere. In frustration, she emptied her backpack, rummaging through it and muttering anxiously, "It's not here, where is it?" "

What are you looking for?"

A voice rang out nearby, startling her so much that she turned around immediately. She found the hostage who had been barely alive sitting upright on the ground, legs spread wide, staring at her with a questioning expression.

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