[Urban] Clouds and Rain (Complete) - 4

Chapter Five

leads to a verdant bamboo grove, its fragrant bamboo stalks glistening with morning dew, their vibrant green leaves a lovely sight. A winding stone path leads to the walls of Dongda University, where a small, inconspicuous gate allows faculty and staff to pass through.

This place is unfamiliar to Siyun, a freshman who doesn't like to go out much. But Zhou Ming, who has lived nearby since childhood, knows it like the back of his hand. The first faculty and staff housing area was built on the south side of Dongda University, and this gate was specially designed for their convenience. Stepping out of

the gate, Siyun is startled by the bustling scene behind her; she hadn't expected such a different world just a wall away. Various food stalls stand side-by-side, their aromas filling the air with a rich, comforting fragrance; even the warm, oily smell is soothing to the stomach.

Decades ago, this place was just a few breakfast stalls selling food to the students and faculty of Dongda University. Now, after so many years of development, it's not just breakfast; the entire alley is a small market, and many Dongda students like to come here to stroll and play in their spare time.

Zhou Ming led the way, and the two carefully made their way through the crowded alley. If they weren't careful, they would bump into people eating on both sides and accidentally get greasy.

The boy kept turning back to check on Siyun. After a while, the two arrived at a porridge stall. A small kitchen made of corrugated iron and a few tables and chairs full of people were all it had. There was no name or sign. Zhou Ming smiled and said, "This is it."

Lu Siyun looked around the place curiously. In front of two large pots of boiling porridge, a middle-aged man in his thirties was stirring the bubbling porridge. The white rice grains were swirling up and down, and wisps of steam rose in front of him. His worn white shirt was already soaked with sweat.

Beside her stood an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman, her black hair tightly tied back with a thin rope. She busied herself serving large bowls of hot porridge and fried dough to waiting customers, deftly clearing away used dishes and utensils. Occasionally, while carrying the tableware back, she would take a towel to wipe the sweat from her husband's brow.

Watching this scene, Siyun murmured, "So happy."

Zhou Ming didn't hear her clearly and was about to ask when the proprietress, who was clearing dishes, spotted him. "Ah Ming,"

she called out with a smile in her old Dongdu accent.

Her call also drew her husband's attention, and he looked over. Zhou Ming could only smile and loudly reply, "Brother Sun, Sister-in-law, good morning!"

"Ah Ming hasn't been here for a while, what have you been up to?"

the proprietress, Sun Xiang, asked while busy with his work. As he spoke, he glanced at the beautiful Lu Siyun behind Zhou Ming, then exchanged a knowing look with his wife.

"Hehe, I've been a bit busy with studies lately. How's

business, brother and sister-in-law?" "It's alright, just making a living."

Sun Xiang smiled.

The proprietress chimed in, "Ah Ming, who's this pretty young lady? Why don't you introduce her to us?"

Her eyes held a mischievous glint as she spoke.

"..."

Zhou Ming was momentarily speechless. He really wanted to say this was his girlfriend, but he was afraid of offending Si Yun. However, from his sister-in-law's obvious gaze, he couldn't just say she was an ordinary junior.

At this moment, Lu Si Yun stepped forward and obediently replied, "I'm Zhou's junior, my name is Lu Si Yun, nice

to meet you both." Hearing the girl's soft and gentle voice and seeing her refined and elegant appearance, the two liked her even more. Sun Xiang called out, "Haven't had breakfast yet? Come on, try my fish porridge."

After saying that, he scooped some porridge from the bottom of the pot with a spoon. Steam rose up, and the fragrance of rice mixed with the freshness of seafood wafted out.

Zhou Ming looked around and asked, "Where's Uncle? I haven't seen him."

"Oh, Dad's getting old. A-Xiang said we're enough here, he doesn't need to help."

After saying that, Aunt Sun looked at Si Yun beside her, sized her up a few times, and said with a smile, "The year before last, my grandfather had a heart attack in the yard. If A-Ming hadn't carried him to the hospital, he probably would have been in danger. A-Ming is truly the best young man around here."

The intelligent Lu Si Yun could understand the woman's meaning, but she didn't know how to respond. She only felt her cheeks burning and could only respond with a shy smile. Zhou Ming just lowered his head and smiled foolishly, unable to say anything. Aunt Sun was even happier seeing this, thinking they were a couple deeply in love. Just as she was about to say something, a customer next to her teased, "Boss lady, don't just admire your brother's wife, you still have business to do."

This caused everyone around to burst into laughter, making the girl next to her blush even more, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

Sun Xiang served the rice porridge and told his wife to quickly take it to the guests.

When Sun's wife brought out two bowls of steaming porridge for the two of them, she realized there were no seats left. The three of them could only exchange awkward smiles. Fortunately, the owner reminded them, "Wife, why don't you invite Miss Lu and A-Ming to eat inside?"

"Oh, right,"

the owner's wife suddenly realized, "Miss Lu, this way."

She led the two to the tin-roofed shack. This was the small shop's storage room for ingredients, with rice bags and oil drums scattered all over the floor. Sun's wife placed two large bowls on an old wooden table and said to Si Yun, "I'm sorry, you'll have to eat here."

"Not at all,"

the girl replied softly with a hint of shyness, "We're the ones who are bothering you."

At this moment, Sun Xiang also went in, carrying two plates in his rough hands, piled high with cold dishes of bamboo shoots and dried tofu. "Miss Lu, it's a pleasure to meet you. We don't have much to offer. Please try some of our homemade dishes."

Si Yun quickly thanked him with a smile. The owner put down the dishes and gently patted Zhou Ming on the shoulder twice.

The two sat down with their backs to the door. Zhou Ming turned around and thanked the two who were about to leave, "Thank you for your trouble, brother and sister-in-law."

Aunt Sun shook her head with a smile, gestured to Si Yun with her eyes, and secretly gave a thumbs up, silently mouthing two words, "Add oil."

Zhou Ming touched his face a little embarrassedly, a dark red flush rising beneath his bronze skin.

He turned back and saw Si Yun using bamboo chopsticks to stir the thin porridge along the edge of the bowl, carefully sipping the hot porridge little by little.

Seeing the girl remain silent, Zhou Ming said softly, "I'm sorry, they meant no harm. They're all my old neighbors, it's just... it's just..."

He couldn't find the right words to explain.

Siyun smiled shyly and shook her head, saying, "It's okay, they're all good people."

She glanced at his bowl of porridge and said softly, "It'll get cold if you don't drink it soon."

"Mmm, mmm."

Zhou Ming nodded vigorously, shoveling a mouthful of hot porridge into his chopsticks. "It's so hot!"

The scalding porridge made him wince. "

Hehe."

Seeing him burn himself, Siyun covered her mouth with her chopsticks and chuckled.

After breakfast, Sun Xiang and his wife insisted that the meal was for Siyun, whom they were meeting for the first time, and refused to accept payment. The two thanked them and got up to leave. As they were about to turn the corner, the girl couldn't help but glance at the busy couple again.

"I told you they're very nice people. If you like the food, we'll come again tomorrow."

Zhou Ming eagerly offered, wishing he could have breakfast with Siyun every day.

"No need,"

the girl shook her head. What Siyun truly envied was that family's happiness. She lost her father at a young age, and although she soon had Lu Zhiyuan who doted on her, unlike her younger sister who was still quite young at the time, Siyun retained the pain of losing her family and the feeling of being helpless. Even after her mother remarried, her family was still rarely together. In her view, even if her parents were together selling porridge in poverty, it would be better than them being busy and separated.

After breakfast, they strolled along, and seeing Siyun's dormitory just ahead, Zhou Ming felt time was passing too quickly; he wished it could slow down. But in front of the girl, he still pretended to be natural. "Then see you next time,"

the boy said simply, though his words were somewhat insincere.

"Okay,"

Lu Siyun nodded politely. After he turned and left, she took out her phone from her bag and dialed a number.

A few minutes later, a familiar voice came through the receiver, "Hello, is this Siyun?"

"It's me, Chunxing,"

Lu Siyun replied softly.

"Where have you been so early in the morning?"

Wang Chunxing's voice was still straightforward.

"I couldn't sleep, so I went to read,"

the girl explained, glancing at the departing figure in the distance.

"Have you eaten?"

her companion asked with concern.

"Yes, I have. Could you please bring me my textbooks and cushion for class? I'll wait for you downstairs."

"Sure, no problem,"

Wang Chunxing answered readily.

"Thank you,"

Siyun said gratefully.

Wang Chunxing hung up the phone. At that moment, she was leaning against the dormitory window with her schoolbag, quietly watching Lu Siyun and Zhou Ming walking away downstairs. Actually, she had just spotted them downstairs from the window. Were they going to have breakfast together? She thought with a touch of bitterness, "That guy is quite something. It seems Miss Siyun isn't some ice queen after all."

She walked to Lu Siyun's desk, picked up the textbooks she needed for the day and tossed them into her bag. Then, bending down to reach for the blue cushion on the chair, she stopped just as she was about to touch it. Her long, slender fingers suddenly stopped, her eyes darted around, glancing at the sky outside the window. Her outstretched fingers slowly clenched into a fist, and she abruptly stood up, leaving the room to rest. (Advertisement: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

"Ding-dong..."

As she opened and closed the door, the draft blowing in from the window made the wind chimes clatter.

The yellowish walls were covered with rusty pipes. The white bathroom was relatively clean. Lu Zhiyuan was urinating in a stall, his pocket filled with the jewelry he had just received. With a sound of footsteps, two young voices rang out from outside. "Hey, do you know that woman who was brought in yesterday?"

"Yeah, she's a celebrity, something like Jia, she's got a certain charm."

"Guess what I saw during the emergency yesterday?"

"What? What good stuff did you see?"

one of them teased.

"A necklace,"

the speaker deliberately lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously, "You know, that pearl necklace her husband took was stuck in that slut's ass, hehe."

"Women in the entertainment industry are really promiscuous, I wonder if her husband knows she got a backdoor, haha." Listening to the two men's lewd discussion about his beloved wife, Lu Zhiyuan suddenly turned around and pushed open the small door to the cubicle.

"Ring ring ring," the phone's ringtone suddenly echoed in his ears. Lu Zhiyuan opened his eyes, and the outline of the room began to appear in his blurry vision. He slowly got up from the sofa, supporting himself with one hand and rubbing his stiff neck with the other.

The midday sun blazed down relentlessly, but not on Xiaomu Mountain. The shade of the trees and the streams had already shielded it from the intense heat. However, the mountain breeze still carried a hint of heat, and its touch on the face was noticeably different.

The mountain wind blew into the house, dispersing the smoky air. Several large and small cardboard boxes lay on the table, food scraps blown to the floor, mingling with cigarette ash.

The man glanced at the number before picking up the phone and pressing the answer button. "Hello, is this Mr. Lu?"

a young man's voice came from the other end.

"Yes, it's me,"

Lu Zhiyuan's voice was slightly hoarse.

"This is Xiao Sui. Are you not feeling well?"

the other man asked with concern.

"Nothing much. How's the information I asked you to check?"

"I checked everything. The money you and your wife had in Hong Kong was indeed transferred out; it's being used to pay off your mortgage with Industrial Bank. Also, your house in the US was mortgaged, and the proceeds were deposited into Hongke Real Estate's account."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Sui."

"Yes, Mr. Lu, it's a pleasure to serve you."

"I'll talk to your boss and have you handle my personal finances from now on,"

Lu Zhiyuan promised.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Lu."

A young man's excited voice came from the other end of the line.

"Goodbye."

Lu Zhiyuan hung up the phone, leaned back in his chair, his expression calm, but his eyes held a hint of something unreadable. Was it loneliness, mockery, or pain? Perhaps all of them.

Since Lu Zhiyuan made his fortune, although his business was still going strong, for his and Xin Jie's old age, he had the company accountant set aside 300,000 yuan annually from the profits and deposit it into a low-risk investment account in Hong Kong as their retirement fund. His property in the United States was used by a business partner to repay his debts; it was his only overseas real estate.

He had even joked with Xin Jie that if the two girls were unfilial and didn't support them, they wouldn't be afraid. Although Xin Jie was very busy with work, and he handled most of the household affairs in his spare time, he still registered the accounts and property in his wife's name. Lu Zhiyuan had always felt that such domestic matters should be his wife's right, and that the lady of the Lu family had the right to control the family finances.

He never expected that his wife would use it to buy this villa. He smiled bitterly, glanced around the entire hall, and muttered to himself, "At least I haven't spent the night in someone else's house yet."

He knew that when they bought the house, his wife was far from famous and couldn't possibly have paid millions for it. So Lu Zhiyuan had his private financial advisor check, and the result was as he expected.

Lu Zhiyuan reached out and grabbed at the table, twisting several cigarette packs into a ball in his hand. Looking at the cigarette butts scattered on the floor, he stood up unsteadily and walked to a corner of the hall.

On the side of the kitchen, there was a small door half-buried in the ground that was almost invisible unless you looked closely. He walked to the door and shook it a few times, but the brass lock on the small door did not budge.

He was about to turn around to find the keys, but his body twisted back halfway through the turn, and he kicked the hinge of the door with a flying kick. The small white wooden door creaked painfully, and then he kicked it even more fiercely. This time, the hinge was torn off the door frame with a bang and then slammed heavily against the wall on the other side.

Lu Zhiyuan's bloodshot eyes were wide open, and he was breathing heavily through his nostrils, staring at the small door hanging crookedly on the brass lock.

After a while, he slowly calmed his breathing, his clenched fists gradually loosened, and he walked step by step down the small downward passage.

The dimly lit passage was not deep, and after a turn, it led to a pitch-black basement. Judging from the structure of the house, this should be a small wine cellar in a Western-style house, but unfortunately, the developers in the Central Plains only learned the superficial aspects, and such places were mostly used to store miscellaneous items.

With such a hidden exit, if it weren't for the "hints" from the CDs in the study, Lu Zhiyuan probably wouldn't have been able to find this place so quickly. Touching the light cord he remembered on the wall, he gently tugged, and the tungsten filament of the old-fashioned bulb emitted a somewhat glaring yellow light.

This was a room of about 80 square meters, without any windows or decorations; the walls were peeling cement. The entire room reeked of dampness and a slightly foul odor.

On a metal table against the wall were various strange tools—large, small, round, long, and thin—some Lu Zhiyuan had seen online, but many more were far beyond his knowledge.

In the center of the room, a load-bearing steel beam supported the ceiling, with pulleys attached to them, along with steel wires and chains that appeared capable of supporting hundreds of kilograms. In the corner were water pipes and a large toilet.

Clearly, this was a basement specifically designed for BDSM enthusiasts.

Lu Zhiyuan walked to the center of the room and tugged at the leather chains. His mind involuntarily flashed back to the video footage he had seen… In this secluded basement, a white cloth hung on the wall. A beam of light shone from a projector on a table, displaying a pre-recorded program on the screen, while sound accompanied the visuals from speakers.

“Ms. Jia, I heard you’ve confirmed your participation in the new film ‘Call of Heroes,’ is that right?”

the short-haired, capable host asked with a beaming smile.

“Yes, I must thank Director Mo for his appreciation, allowing me to play this important role in the film.”

Xin Jie, dressed in a beautiful pink-orange cheongsam, sat elegantly on the sofa, her knees together and her legs slightly crossed, accepting the host’s interview.

The perfectly tailored neckline framed her slender neck, the sleeveless fabric revealing her rounded shoulders, her fair arms flawless, and her delicate hands resting on her knees, exuding a noble and graceful star quality.

"Could you tell us about the role you'll be playing?"

"This film is a disaster movie, and I'll be playing one of the outstanding female geologists."

Xin Jie's beautiful face beamed with a smile, and she responded to the host's question with poise and grace. With her carefully applied light makeup, she looked naturally beautiful on camera. Her features were clear yet soft, delicate yet not as harsh as those of many Western women. Her face was well-defined, with a high, delicate nose, beautiful, full, and red lips, and bright, deep, alluring eyes. Her jet-black hair was styled in a high bun, making her look dignified and elegant, like a goddess stepping out of a painting.

"That suits your temperament perfectly. Miss Xin Jie, you must be a sophisticated beauty in real life too." "I wouldn't presume to say that. It's just that when I'm not working, I enjoy reading to cultivate my mind and body."

She slightly adjusted her posture. The well-tailored cheongsam clung tightly to Xin Jie's graceful body, puffing out her chest, then accentuating her slender waist, and below that, her rounded buttocks. Below her knee-length skirt, sheer stockings encased her beautifully curved, slender legs, white and delicate with a hint of pink.

The slits on both sides of the cheongsam revealed glimpses of her full thighs, exuding an elegant and noble air while also revealing a touch of alluring sensuality that sparked the imagination.

This is the same dignified and elegant beauty seen on camera, now hanging in this simple and rough basement.

Lu Zhiyuan's elegant and beautiful wife on screen, Jia Xinjie, was suspended directly in front of the screen. Her pale arms were bound behind her back with leather handcuffs, and she was tied to the ceiling by a thick iron chain. Her naked body wore a leather European-style SM bra, also suspended from the back by chains, making her already slender waist appear even thinner and her drooping breasts seem exceptionally large.

Her two beautiful legs were bent like frog legs, and her thighs, covered in high-end black stockings, were also fitted with leather leg shackles, suspended vertically by two steel wires.

No one could reconcile the elegant beauty in the video with this bound and sadistic prostitute.

A man, shirtless and wearing brightly patterned boxer shorts, stood to the side, holding a short-handled leather whip with seven or eight thin leather strips hanging from the handle.

Yu Wang's expression was a mixture of excitement and ferocity. He used the short handle to lift Xin Jie's delicate chin. A few strands of her alluringly styled hair had fallen down, sticking to her sweat-drenched cheeks, her beautiful brows furrowed in pain.

Jia Xin Jie had a gag in her mouth, saliva constantly dripping from its eye. The white gag forced her rosy lips wide open, the surface of which had tiny round holes. With each breath, air would hiss softly as it passed through these holes.

"Hmph, you slut, all glamorous in public, but deep down you're just a drooling bitch," Yu Wang

humiliated mercilessly.

"Huh? Ugh..."

Xin Jie tried to explain, but with her mouth gagged, she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Slurp..."

She saw her saliva uncontrollably flowing from the small holes in the gag, and in shame, she tried to suck it back up, but with her mouth unable to close, it was impossible to draw the dripping liquid back up; she could only watch it drip onto the floor.

She could only try to tilt her head back to reduce the amount of saliva flowing out. But clear liquid still continuously overflowed from her white clitoris, flowing down her fair chin and then forming glistening threads that dripped intermittently to the ground. This lewd appearance exuded the utter masochistic slavery of her victimhood.

Yu Wang, however, seemed to enjoy her like this, continuing to humiliate her, "To have saliva drip into such a high place, what an uncultured woman."

"Ugh..."

Hearing his words, Xin Jie shook her head desperately, her clear saliva flying into the air, dripping onto Yu Wang's toes.

"Crack..."

Yu Wang's leather whip struck the beautiful young woman's fleshy buttocks.

"Eek, ugh..."

Xin Jie let out a painful moan from her gagged mouth, a red welt quickly appearing on her round, pert buttocks.

“You filthy woman, how dare you pour such filthy saliva on my feet!”

Yu Wang said fiercely. “Crack, crack, crack…”

The whip lashed the woman’s body again and again.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh…”

The delicate-skinned actress could not withstand such torture, and kept whimpering for mercy.

The woman in front of him pitifully frowned, her eyes full of pleading and shame, her red lips deformed by the gag, her cheeks constricted by the leather strap, and her nose constantly emitting tortured gasps. All of this gave Yu Wang an indescribable pleasure and a sense of accomplishment from conquest.

“That’s it then,”

A cruel glint appeared in the man's eyes. "I'll make you lick it clean to atone for your sins."

"Hmm..."

Xin Jie's gaze fell on Yu Wang's large feet, clad in plastic sandals. "Snap, snap..."

The burning pain of the whip now roamed her stockinged thighs, tearing several lines in the thin stockings, revealing red welts on her fair skin.

The lecherous and cold-blooded man's eyes flashed with ferocity. "You still dare to hesitate?"

"Waaah..."

Jia Xin Jie hurriedly shook her head, her eyes pleading and expectant.

The man smirked, condescendingly raising his right foot in front of Xin Jie, while simultaneously reaching behind her head to unbuckle the leather strap, removing the gag from her mouth.

"Huff... smack, smack..."

The removal of the gag finally relieved Xin Jie's stretched-open mouth, but the saliva that had accumulated at the corners of her mouth immediately dripped onto the man's large feet.

Suddenly remembering the other woman's request, the famous star, fearing further beatings, quickly brought her lips to the other woman's feet. Her large toes and rough skin, covered in black hair, were licked with her delicate, pink tongue, revealing the foul-smelling toes.

Watching the beautiful young woman lick her large feet with her tender tongue, Yu Wang's lust intensified. His eyes widened, and he cursed, "Be more serious, you slut! If you slack off, I'll beat you!"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp crack echoed as another lash struck Xin Jie's long, black-stockinged calf.

"Ugh..."

The intense pain caused her calf and buttocks to spasm again. Xin Jie bit her lip, knowing that screaming would only excite the man and invite more beatings.

A jolt of pain passed, and the beautiful young woman, enduring the unpleasant smell, diligently licked the other woman's toes and instep, kissing and rubbing them with her gentle red lips, hoping to please her.

Yu Wang watched as the beautiful woman's smooth tongue and lips moved slowly over his feet. Her licking was meticulous, her pink tongue constantly tracing patterns, a warm, itchy sensation that seemed to penetrate to his very bones. It wasn't just physical pleasure; this beautiful married woman, the stunning beauty in the video, the angel who had once captivated countless admirers, was now using her elegant lips to lick and wash his smelly feet. This feeling was truly an emperor's indulgence.

While enjoying Xin Jie's service, he also admired this completely different woman in the video. Now, the upside-down position and the lingering pain made her tremble slightly. Under the blinding yellow light, her naked body was covered in beads of sweat, which occasionally slid down her sweaty skin and fell to the ground. Her

fair, plump body still bore the whip marks from his earlier brutality; the long, crimson welts stood out starkly against her smooth, white skin and the contrasting black stockings, giving the man a sadistic visual pleasure.

After Jia Xinjie licked each of Yu Wang's right toes until they were wet and red, he put his foot back on the ground.

Although it was a little tiring to lift his foot, his penis was already erect, creating a high tent in his shorts.

He turned around and went behind the woman, clearly seeing the beautiful young woman's open lower body. Her thick pubic hair had been neatly trimmed, with the remaining hairs obediently circling her large, fish-mouth-like labia along her bikini line.

Her legs, spread wide apart, offered no protection whatsoever, and her exquisite vulva was exposed to the man's greedy gaze. A thick, vibrating dildo was inserted into it, its long shaft, half-in and half-out, covered with spiraling protrusions and large bumps.

The dildo was constantly twisting, and with the hum of the electric motor, the black shaft churned the red, tender flesh. The red flesh, glistening with sticky fluid, turned slightly outward, and the erotic vulva was vigorously stirred. The black spirals and protrusions of the shaft were covered with translucent white vaginal fluid.

The man's whip lashed across Xin Jie's body, from her high, round buttocks to her thighs clad in black stockings, the belt rising and falling with her curves. Xin Jie couldn't see what was behind her; the cold whip gliding across her hips and legs filled her with a nameless fear, terrified that he would be aroused and strike her again. A woman's innate fear of pain, coupled with this unpredictable dread, caused cold sweat to seep down Xin Jie's back.

Just as she was bracing herself to endure the pain, the whip didn't come down. Instead, because her attention was focused on her back, waves of tingling sensations washed over her vagina as the vibrating dildo, as thick as a baby's forearm, twisted and rotated.

The raised spirals and large rubber granules were clearly pressed against her vaginal walls. She could distinctly feel them twisting and sliding against her tender, red flesh. Every sensation was clearly transmitted to her brain. Each twisting motion stirred waves of electricity within her vaginal canal, and translucent fluid, mixed with white mucus, was constantly squeezed out from the sensitive flesh inside her vagina.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, the vibrating dildo, which had been rotating in place, thrust in sharply. The small protruding branch on the side of the dildo touched the woman's sensitive clitoris, causing Xin Jie to cry out in surprise.

Yu Wang gripped the dildo and pulled it back and forth. The already contracting and trembling vagina became even hotter under this constant pulling. The spirals pierced and withdrew through the layers of vaginal flesh, causing the beautiful young woman, whose whole body was already numb and sore, to blush like a peach blossom, panting heavily, and occasionally letting out muffled moans of unbearable pleasure.

"Ms. Xin Jie, could you talk about your family? I think our viewers are also very interested in your private life."

The interview program continued in the video.

"Hehe,"

the woman in the video chuckled, "I have two lovely daughters, both still in school." Yu Wang

glanced at the woman on the screen, a cruel sneer appearing on his face. He forcefully pulled out the rubber rod in his hand. "Ah!"

Xin Jie let out a moan, the pressure on her swollen lower body immediately easing.

But she didn't know that what was presented to the man was an even more lewd scene: her two pink labia were not yet closed, and the pink walls of her vagina could be seen constantly writhing in the open opening. The thick, creamy-white fluid flowing from her vagina, combined with her trembling labia, filled her entire private vulva with a sensual allure.

Looking at the incomparably beautiful flower blooming between Xin Jie's legs, Yu Wang's penis in his shorts hardened even more. He dropped the whip, his hands caressing the woman's beautiful legs clad in stockings. The high-quality black stockings were already soaked with sweat, smooth and supple to the touch.

The man slid his hand down to the woman's blooming vulva, wantonly prying open and teasing her delicate petals, prying open the recently closed opening again with his fingers. Then, one finger dug inside, thrusting in and out of her vagina in circles. The other finger kept teasing her engorged clitoris, his entire palm covered in the milky white semen flowing from her vulva.

The air was filled with the erotic scent emanating from her open vulva, a mixture of sour female sweat and vaginal fluids. As he enjoyed the pleasure of playing with the beautiful young woman, he asked, "Little slut, is it true that you're so virtuous on TV?"

"Mmm... mmm..."

Xin Jie moaned uncontrollably, biting her lips to remain silent, salty sweat dripping from her forehead and down to her lips.

"You little slut, still dare to play dumb with me?"

The man's other hand reached from her silky thigh directly to her pert buttocks, easily spreading her white buttocks apart, and inserting two fingers into her light brown anus.

"Ah...ah..."

The beautiful young woman let out a painful moan, forced to speak, "I, I'm not virtuous..." "

Ms. Xin Jie, I heard that your husband is very supportive of your career, is that true?"

The host's polite question came again from the video.

“Yes, he works very hard and takes care of the children. I’m really grateful to him,”

Xin Jie replied in a sweet voice, her voice echoing in the dim light of the basement.

At the same time, in this lewd basement, the uncontrollable moans of a beautiful young woman reverberated, “Ahhh…”

Just as the conversation in the video began, the man suddenly pulled his fingers out, simultaneously twisting the woman’s vagina and anus, bringing her, already teetering on the edge, to orgasm.

Her head snapped back violently, her red lips trembled, her slender waist and full buttocks twisted and convulsed, her beautiful feet, clad in black stockings, tensed tightly, her small toes curling and then pointing upwards, her two engorged, bright red labia trembled, her clitoris broke through her labia minora and stood erect, her bright red labia minora parted, and a stream of egg-white-like liquid spurted out.

A pervasive, sensual fragrance filled the air before Yu Wang, whose penis, already throbbing painfully, could no longer control itself. He pulled down his pants and pressed his purplish-red glans, the size of a pigeon's egg, against the woman's slightly parted labia.

"Ah...no..."

Still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, Xin Jie immediately felt what was happening behind her. She cried out weakly, "I can't betray my husband anymore."

"You little slut, you've been fucked by me so many times and you're still trying to act virtuous."

Yu Wang raised his penis and was about to thrust it into her honey-drenched peach blossom spring.

"No...no..."

The beautiful young woman twisted her waist desperately, trying to prevent him from penetrating her. The hanging iron chains rattled loudly.

The man stopped talking and grabbed the woman's slender waist with both hands. He aimed at her bright red slit and thrust hard. "Ah,"

she couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. So wet, so hot, so tight. Even after being penetrated by a dildo and fingers for so long, as soon as his penis entered, the layers of dense vaginal flesh immediately gripped her, enveloping his penis perfectly.

Having succeeded in one move, Yu Wang immediately began thrusting, "slap slap slap..."

The man's lower abdomen and the woman's buttocks made a continuous slapping sound.

"Ahhh..."

Her sensitive flower hole, which had just climaxed, was penetrated again, and the moist, alluring flesh immediately clung to his penis. The man's glans pounded against the deepest part of her flower path like raindrops, and her uterus began to tremble. Each thrust scraped the G-spot at the entrance of her vagina, causing the already sore and numb vaginal muscles to spasm violently.

Feeling her twisting her waist to resist, and then shaking her hips to match his thrusts, Yu Wang asked triumphantly, "Little slut, what's wrong, getting horny again?"

"Ah...yes, Xin Jie is horny again..."

The beautiful young woman felt that his thrusts were no longer going deeper, and involuntarily twisted her buttocks to follow him.

"What, not pretending to be chaste anymore?"

Yu Wang deliberately teased her with his penis.

“No, I’m not pretending anymore, ahh… Brother Wang… fuck me…”

The beautiful young woman’s words came out intermittently with her moans, her furrowed brows revealing a painful mix of pleasure and pain.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you well. I’ll make you even more famous in the future, and then fucking you will be even more enjoyable. Hahaha.”

Yu Wang laughed with satisfaction, his eyes flashing with arrogance and haughtiness.

At this moment, the ending music played in the video. “So, Ms. Xin Jie, is there anything you want to say to the audience and your family?”

“First of all, I want to thank the audience for their love.”

She paused, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said, “Then I want to thank my family for their support. Thank you, husband, daughter, I love you!”

The female celebrity showed a sincere expression on her face as she faced the camera.

On the other side of the curtain, the beautiful young woman's moans mingled with the sounds of their intercourse, "Ah...ah...mmm...ah..." "Splash...splash..."

echoed in the room, the lewd and seductive sounds stimulating the man's desire.

"I wonder if you looked like this, you'd be a box office hit, more so than a movie,"

the man shouted excitedly, his penis glistening with her juices.

"Ah...I'm going to die...Brother Wang..."

Xin Jie tilted her flushed face back, moaning excitedly. Her blue hairpin had somehow fallen off, leaving her long, black hair unbound, clinging to her sweat-drenched, snow-white back, the black stockings and fair skin providing a stark contrast to Yu Wang's black and white skin.

"Your husband's doing a good job raising the kids, isn't he? Let's give him another one. After you give birth, we'll put some hormones in his food and chemically castrate him, haha."

The man enjoyed the beautiful young woman's alluring body while wantonly insulting her husband.

His engorged, iron-hard penis was tightly wrapped around the spasming, throbbing flesh, the intense sucking feeling like countless tiny mouths were sucking on it. The glans, constantly slamming against the soft flesh, grew increasingly numb and tingling, sending chills down his spine.

"I just love having you actresses bear my babies, and then letting those pimps raise them!"

Yu Wang shouted, gripping the woman's waist tightly, intensifying his thrusts.

Suddenly, Xin Jie felt the thick penis inside her swell again, pressing firmly against her delicate cervix. A gush of hot fluid shot into the deepest part of her body. A flash of golden light appeared before her eyes, like fireworks exploding above her head, her blood boiling.

"Ahhh..."

As if responding to the man's words, or as if wanting to release all the pleasure in her heart, she let out the highest, most wanton cry.

"Clang, clang."

Lu Zhiyuan threw away the iron chain he was holding, also snapping out of his reverie.

"Hmph,"

he sneered, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, a flicker of fire in his calm eyes—or, upon closer inspection, a surge of raging thunder and lightning!

The afternoon in Dongdu was as muggy as ever. Even the occasional breeze only stirred up a sweltering warm wind, doing nothing to alleviate the summer's oppressive heat. Water trucks, their jingling music echoing, occasionally passed by, spraying glistening water droplets that rose into a suffocating steam before vanishing without a trace.

A black sedan drove along the sun-dazzled street and stopped in a small parking lot on the side of Nanyang Street. The door opened, and a man in a designer shirt stepped out. His expression was calm and natural, showing no sign of unbearable heat. He looked no different than if he were in a cool room.

Beside the parking lot stood a three-story building, inconspicuous among the surrounding tall buildings, a green sign bearing the words "Jiaming Tea House" hanging on its entrance. Outside the glass windows, a railing adorned with purple bamboo poles stood, and a wooden waterwheel creaked and groaned as it turned amidst the splashing water.

Pushing open the glass doors, a gust of cold wind rushed in. Inside the lobby, tea tables were arranged in a pleasingly irregular pattern, where small groups of people gathered to drink tea and play cards.

Xiao Zhang, a new waiter at Jiaming Tea House, was on duty on the third floor today. He saw a man in his thirties walk up the stairs and head straight for the suite on the east side. Xiao Zhang quickly ran over, blocking the man's path, and said, "Excuse me, sir, you can't go in here."

"Oh, why?"

the man asked, turning back to look at him with interest.

The other person spoke politely, looking somewhat like a school teacher. Xiao Zhang sized him up as he said, "That's the boss's office inside. If you'd like some tea, please go to another room or the lobby; it's very comfortable there."

"What's going on? What's all the noise about?"

The man who came out of the room glared fiercely, making Xiao Zhang shrink back in fear. If it weren't for the higher wages here, he wouldn't want to stay. Luckily, these bosses weren't always here; otherwise, no matter how high the pay, he wouldn't work there.

"Wei Wei, don't you recognize me?"

The man looked at Wei Wei. Dressed in a shirt and trousers, no one would guess that Wei Wei was the notorious gangster boss of Wufu East Street.

"Oh, it's Mr. Lu,"

Wei Wei immediately changed his expression upon seeing the man, his fleshy face plastered with a smile, practically begging for a wagging tail.

"Is Brother Ma inside?"

Lu Zhiyuan asked.

"Yes, yes,"

Wei Wei nodded hurriedly, ushering people in while glaring at Xiao Zhang and cursing, "You dare stop Mr. Lu? You don't want to live anymore!"

"Alright, let's go in."

Lu Zhiyuan calmly pushed Wei Wei forward, then patted the young waiter on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring look.

Seeing them go in, Xiao Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of Lu Zhiyuan's demeanor and couldn't help but marvel at how refined even those in the underworld could be.

Entering the room, on the left was a lacquered wooden shrine containing a statue of Maitreya Buddha, with fruit offerings placed before it. The room had no air conditioning, and the windows were wide open. Above the window hung a framed calligraphy scroll, neatly written on the paper: "If the ruler is not discreet, he will lose his ministers; if the minister is not discreet, he will lose his life; if secrets are not kept, disaster will ensue." The

brushstrokes were even and precise, not the work of a master, but showing years of practice.

A set of earthenware teaware sat on a rosewood tea table by the window. A middle-aged man in his forties sat in a comfortable rattan chair, lecturing several poorly dressed young men. "Don't you know that when you go to a high-class place like this, you need to dress decently? Don't always look like those lowlifes. I don't care how you were before, but now you're with me, so you have to follow my rules. Otherwise, hmph!" "

Yes, yes,"

the young men in t-shirts and flip-flops replied meekly, nodding their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

"Brother Ma, how have you been lately?"

Lu Zhiyuan asked with a smile.

"Brother Lu, what brings you here today?"

Ma Shijun smiled and stood up to offer him a seat, pointing to another rattan chair. "Please, have a seat."

After they were seated, Ma Shijun looked at the young men in front of him and said, "By the way, Awang, you guys are new here, let me introduce you. This is my brother Lu Zhiyuan. He's a big businessman. He's also a good brother of mine, Ma Shijun. Don't be impolite when we meet again."

"Brother Ma, you're too kind. We're brothers, no need for formalities."

Lu Zhiyuan smiled at them.

"These kids, if you don't teach them, they'll turn on you."

He glared at Awang and the others, then continued, "Back in the day, I was beaten like a dog behind the People's Factory, left to die in a garbage dump. If it weren't for Brother Lu carrying me to the hospital, I'd be a piece of shit by now. I wouldn't be sitting here drinking tea." He

poured Lu Zhiyuan a cup of tea from a purple clay teapot.

Lu Zhiyuan tapped the table lightly with his fingers and chuckled, "These are all old stories, brother, let's not dwell on them. How's business lately?"

"Just getting by, I guess. But you, brother, should relax,"

Ma Shijun said, putting down the teapot to comfort him.

Hearing this, Lu Zhiyuan paused slightly, his teacup still in his hand, and said calmly, "Life and death are predestined, but perhaps I really should go and pay my respects at Hanguang Temple on Muxiao Mountain."

"That's right, brother,"

Ma Shijun glanced at the rising incense smoke from the Buddhist shrine and said, "You can save money on everything, but you can't skimp on anything for Buddha."

Lu Zhiyuan put down his teacup. "By the way, Brother Ma, I was drinking with a friend the other day and heard some news that the Municipal Bureau is investigating you again." "

Oh,"

Ma Shijun was taken aback. "Who said that?"

"It's General Manager Yu from Ocean Shipping,"

Lu Zhiyuan reminded him. "His sister-in-law is Murong Donglei from the Criminal Investigation Team. Be careful, some things shouldn't be shown in public."

"Oh dear, it's that little rascal again."

Ma Shijun slapped his shiny forehead. "The Murong family is all difficult to deal with."

Lu Zhiyuan chuckled a few times. "Brother, you mean Director Mu from the city bureau?"

“Heh,”

Ma Shijun chuckled bitterly, “The old Director Lin, though a bit ruthless, was still manageable. This Murong Yuanda, on the other hand, is completely unyielding and utterly unhelpful. His precious niece is even more formidable; she loves arresting people and causing trouble. How can we possibly develop the economy like this?”

“Regardless, brother, you should still be careful,”

Lu Zhiyuan said, taking a sip of tea. “Director Murong is a man of Secretary Lin of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission in Beijing. Secretary Lin got his position in Beijing by investigating hydropower projects in the southwest and beheading eight provincial officials in six months. His gang is clean; they don’t touch money, they just bleed people dry to get ahead.”

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Take care of yourself, brother."

Lu Zhiyuan took out several hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and handed them to Wei Wei and the others standing to the side. "It's quite hot today, brothers. Go have some cold tea. I need to talk to Brother Ma about something."

Wei Wei glanced at Ma Shijun sitting next to him, took the money, and thanked him, "Thank you, Mr. Lu."

Lu Zhiyuan lit a cigarette and watched them all leave the room before saying, "Brother Ma, I need to entertain some friends from state-owned enterprises tomorrow. Could you ask Jianwen to make some arrangements?"

"I thought it was something important. It's just this. Okay, I'll have Jianwen pick out a few pretty girls."

Ma Shijun answered readily.

"By the way, how did you resolve Jianwen's matter last time?"

Lu Zhiyuan shifted to a more comfortable sitting position and crossed his legs.

“We caught that little bastard in Beijing,”

Ma Shijun said, a fierce glint in his eyes. “He pretended to be a princeling, but he’s just a poor wretch living in an old house, using his Beijing accent to swindle people. Too bad he’s spent all 600,000, leaving only 200,000. Damn it, anyone who speaks Beijing is a damn liar!”

“Brother, calm down,”

Lu Zhiyuan poured him a full teacup. “But it’s good that we found him. How did you find him?”

“Thanks to Brother Lin. That young detective is really capable. In such a big city like Beijing, he found that punk’s house in just two weeks.”

“He’s really impressive,”

Lu Zhiyuan nodded, casually asking, “Do you have his contact information, brother?”

“I do have it,”

Ma Shijun said, flipping through his phone, “What do you need this for, brother?”

“A friend of mine needs to investigate something and wants me to recommend a reliable detective,”

Lu Zhiyuan replied easily.

He exhaled a large puff of smoke, which slowly rose and drifted past the characters above his head. A small seal was affixed to the lower right corner of the calligraphy, bearing four small characters: "Lu Zhiyuan's Seal."

The capital city, under the night sky, was still brightly lit, its lights as dazzling as stars in the Milky Way.

Unfortunately, the night sky lacked a mirror-like reflection of its beauty; thick clouds had already covered the entire sky after dark.

The evening breeze blowing from the sea was no longer so hot, carrying a cool, slightly fishy feel, darting like ice snakes between the city's buildings, breaking through the sweltering heat and bringing a refreshing coolness to the sweltering air.

The streets, sparsely populated during the day, suddenly teemed with people, strolling, chatting, and jostling for this rare summer coolness. Neon lights on both sides wove ribbons of red, orange, yellow, and green into the air with various shapes and characters, dancing under the gloomy sky, the city lights even tinging the dark clouds with an orange-red glow.

Amidst the dense traffic, a light gray Buick minivan weaved through the crowds. Inside, besides the driver, were four people. A young man with a neat crew cut smiled at a middle-aged man in his forties and said, "Minister Zhu, the abalone today was pretty fresh, wasn't it?"

The middle-aged man, with his round belly, grinned and replied, "Fresh, not bad."

"Little Li, when it comes to food, Minister Zhu is a connoisseur. It's not easy for him to approve of the place you found today,"

a man in his thirties chimed in, offering a cigarette to the man with the belly.

"Hey,"

the man took the cigarette and laughed, "With President Lu personally accompanying us to this meal, even the chaff tastes like meat."

"Haha."

The four people in the car laughed together.

The man with the protruding belly was Zhu Tao, the head of the procurement department of Beishan Steel Group, one of the largest state-owned enterprises in Dongdu City. The crew-cut young man laughing and joking with him was Li Changdi, a sales expert under Lu Zhiyuan. Although only 29 years old, he was capable and shrewd. Normally, with Li Changdi hosting, Lu Zhiyuan wouldn't have had to bother with the social obligations, but today he unexpectedly told Li Changdi that he would personally entertain Zhu Tao and had even arranged a meeting place for himself.

Sitting next to Zhu Tao was another man, whose young face still looked somewhat immature. This was understandable; at 22, he had just graduated from university, but was already a supervisor in the steel group's finance department.

This young man was named Sun Sheng, and he had quite a background. He was the youngest son of a high-ranking official in Dongdu City. This official had taken the blame for one of his superiors years ago, losing a promising career and ending up with a sinecure awaiting retirement. But no one expected that this former boss would later rise to a central leadership position, and he hadn't forgotten his former subordinate's contributions. He not only gave him a new, lucrative job but also arranged employment for both of his sons. This is why Sun Sheng was able to fill this lucrative position in the finance department of a large state-owned enterprise at such a young age.

Zhu Tao exhaled a smoke ring, flicking ash out the window as he called out, "Old Wang, make some noise!"

This wasn't the first time he'd ridden in Lu Zhiyuan's car, and he and the driver, Old Wang, were already quite familiar with each other.

Old Wang, the driver, turned a button on the control panel. After a series of hissing sounds, a clear female announcer's voice came over the loudspeaker, "...Next news. South Korean media reports that the exchange of fire between North and South Korean warships at sea at 10:00 AM today lasted about 10 minutes. Under heavy firing from the South Korean navy, the North Korean vessel caught fire and retreated to North Korean waters. This is the fourth exchange of fire between the two Koreas near the Line of Actual Control in the past six months.

According to the South Korean Joint Chiefs of Staff, the South Korean military has entered a state of full combat readiness and is closely responding to any possible provocations by North Korea on land, sea, and air." "Change it, change it. Let Goryeo and South Korea be wiped out!"

Zhu Tao shouted impatiently. The car's air conditioning wasn't on, and the windows were wide open, letting in a lot of cool air as the car drove by.

After another hissing sound, Teresa Teng's melodious voice rang out from the speakers, "...It's like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze, where have I seen you before, your smile is so familiar, but I can't quite remember..."

And so, accompanied by the heavenly voice of this legendary singer, the car sped towards its destination, Lianhu Road.

As a neighboring street of Wufu Street, Lianhu Road's businesses appeared more upscale, with most shops decorated in a more imposing manner. The place Lu Zhiyuan and his group had arrived at was a six-story building. The streetlights were largely obscured by tall banyan trees, casting little light, and the building's walls were shrouded in darkness, their colors indistinguishable.

This, however, became the perfect backdrop, with countless colorful lights illuminating the dark walls, dancing wildly. Coupled with the dark red neon signs, the air in front of this entertainment center exuded a dangerous yet alluring atmosphere.

Inside the dimly lit glass doors stood two girls in cheongsams. Their faces, under the reddish-orange light, were almost unremarkable; only the slits in their dark green cheongsams revealed a glimpse of their calves, the exposed skin subtly teasing passing men, adding a touch of restless desire to the chaotic night.

Lu Zhiyuan had Lao Wang drive the car home, while he accompanied his guests to the entertainment complex called Haolaiwu. Slightly different from the others' simple shirts and trousers, he wore a red and black checkered tie, and a light gray suit jacket draped over his arm.

He had just attended a city-wide meeting of private entrepreneurs before dinner and hadn't had time to change before arriving at the hotel for the banquet.

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