This summer is a bit cold.

(I)
My name is Guan Shanwu, and I'm the most popular actress of the year. Those who enjoy watching adult films can download my work from the Huanxi Fo

Film and Television Zone. There are currently two episodes available. Friends who like me can download and watch, or you can

read my articles and masturbate while looking at my photos. My charm is absolutely worth it; it will definitely

give you absolute satisfaction from mind to body.
The spotlight is on. Today, my co-star is a man in his thirties. When
he saw me, his eyes lit up, and he muttered, "Awesome, a young and beautiful girl."
Then he went into the shower room behind him.
Some people might want to know why I'm in this line of work.
Hehe, I don't want to talk about other reasons like making a living, being moved by emotions, or evoking sympathy.
The reason is simple.
It's for a man.
A man I deeply love.
Today, I'm playing a nurse, and the man is a doctor.
The director just wants me to act alongside him.
The man came out of the shower room, drying his head with a towel. He looked alright, quite gentle and simple,

which calmed me down a bit.
After muttering something to him, the director shouted, "He's a newcomer, take care of him."
He nodded.
There wasn't much dialogue in this kind of scene; after a few boring exchanges, he began to caress my upper body. His hands moved

from the outside in , roaming inside my clothes. At the same time, he kissed my neck and earlobe from behind.
I wasn't used to this unfamiliar man, and felt a sense of resistance and unease towards his actions. But outwardly

, I kept my eyes closed and twisted my body, pretending to be very intoxicated and comfortable, cooperating with him. I even made occasional "oh" and

"hmm" sounds.
He seemed to understand this perfectly well. This continued for a long time before he slowly removed my white coat,

his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my skin. I had never felt this ticklish yet slightly cool sensation before; it was very comfortable,

yet indescribable, and my body involuntarily followed the direction of his strokes.
Reaching my bust, his fingers gently lifted it, and somehow, the straps fell down. A pair of trembling

breasts were thus exposed under the silver light. He exclaimed, "Wow, those areolas are so rosy and glossy! You

must have had very little sex. You've struck gold today!"
This wasn't a line; his voice was very soft, and the people around him probably didn't hear it.
He lowered his head, and his tongue began to suckle my nipple. I felt a warm, comfortable sensation

wash over my entire body, and I couldn't help but moan.
His tongue circled around the tips and valleys of my breasts, then moved from my chest to my abdomen, and back again,

like waves, one after another, rolling and rolling. I felt the world spinning around me, filled with endless

energy .
"Oh..." His fingers reached my groin. My back arched involuntarily.
He flicked his wrist, removing my only pair of underwear.
He lifted my legs, spreading my thighs outwards, exposing my entire opening.
The director gestured for him to use both hands to pry open my labia for a close-up shot. He dipped his fingers in saliva,

then teased my clitoris with his fingertips, causing me to gush with lustful fluids and moan incessantly. He slowly parted

my lips . I felt a slight coolness at the entrance, which felt quite comfortable, probably because the contact with air

dissipated the heat that had been aroused earlier, making me feel much cooler.
After taking some photos, the director gestured for us to continue.
He bent down and used his tongue to tease my vulva. He circled it around my labia a few times, and I felt

an indescribable itch, followed by a tingling sensation throughout my body. He was using the tip of his tongue to tease my clitoris, sometimes loosening and sometimes

tightening, causing every nerve in my body to experience repeated orgasms. I couldn't help but moan.
He used his hands to pry open the opening and pressed his entire tongue inside. The inner walls of my vagina immediately tightened,

and I trembled. It felt incredibly good.
He stood up and took off his underwear. He presented his penis to me, wanting me to swallow it. The moment my lips

touched the head of his penis, a gush of fluid sprayed all over my face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said to the director, his face flushed. "This girl is so beautiful, so young, I

liked , and I got nervous and this happened."
I wiped the filth away with a tissue, and the director told him to rinse it off before continuing.
After a flurry of cleaning and makeup, that soft flesh was back in front of me, his earlier arrogance gone,

replaced by a dejected look.
I picked it up, put it in my mouth, and remembering the paste, a wave of nausea washed over me. I spat it out and

turned to the director, saying, "No, no, can I not suck this?"
"No, you have to."
"No, no..."
"What?" The director suddenly frowned. "Don't you want your money anymore?"
*** *** *** ***
Money!
Why is it acting up again!
Can I just not have it?
The silver lights shone blindingly.
All eyes were fixed on me.
"We signed a contract. You should know the consequences of breaking it."
Who cares about the darkness behind the light?
What will he do without money?
My beloved, why did you have to borrow from loan sharks?
They're heartless vampires.
I closed my eyes and put that soft thing in my mouth, sucking on it. I imagined it was just a cucumber. Luckily, he washed it

very clean, leaving no unpleasant smell.
Soon, his penis swelled up in my mouth. I licked the glans a few times with the tip of my tongue, and he moaned

.
He held my head with both hands, pulled his penis out of my mouth, slowly flipped me onto the floor,

lifted my legs, spread my thighs, and prepared to thrust in.
Then I felt a few cool sensations in my abdomen, like rain. I looked down and saw that he had ejaculated again.
"Damn it," the director roared, "didn't you take your meds?"
"I did," he whispered, "I'm probably just a little tired lately."
"Damn it! What do you suggest we do? Replace him? Wasn't the whole shoot ruined?"
He mumbled a few words and then fell silent. Suddenly, someone said, "We can use a stunt double."
Yes, men's things are all pretty much the same. There weren't any close-ups in this scene. We only needed close-ups of the real penis

going in and out , so we could use a stunt double. For the rest, we could just have him pretend on me.
"Good idea, not bad." The director slapped his thigh and decided to start.
The stunt double was a young man with a sleazy, thuggish look on his face. Seeing him, my heart sank.
What followed was torture.
I had a deep-seated loathing for this stunt double. When he came in with his penis, I felt endless

pain . It turned out that the water in the hole had long since dried up after all this, and the man was so disgusting.
"Ah, ah... ah..." I could only scream endlessly, but he increased his speed.
After a series of thrusts, we switched back to the original one, did some meaningless fake acts, and then switched again...
By the time the scene was over, I was lying on the ground, every bone in my body aching.
*** *** *** ***
It was already two in the morning when I returned to my boyfriend's apartment.
After all that hardship and grievance, what I needed most was my boyfriend's comfort and caresses.
I opened the door, and the light was on. But then I saw two figures suddenly sit up.
My boyfriend's surprised eyes and a pair of snow-white, trembling breasts.
"You...you...why are you here at this time..."

(II)
It turns out there can be so much hypocrisy and lies in this world.
Is this love?
The passionate love I thought I had?
The stars blinked their bored eyes, and the beautiful myth was so empty and powerless.
The night was so cold in the early morning, and I was the only one left on the lonely street, lost in thought.
"You...you...why are you here at this time..."
"Ah..." Amidst the woman's scream, I left his place.
This place that once filled me with passion, this place that once filled me with hope, this place that once gave me warmth

. Now it deeply hurt me.
The burden and exhaustion made me feel extremely suffocated and powerless.
"Oh God, why did it have to end like this?" I asked the starry sky speechlessly.
I was so tired, so sleepy. I really wanted to find a place to rest.
Footsteps echoed in the quiet street.
"Look, there's a woman over there."
"Oh, looks like she has a good figure. Let's go check it out."
A flurry of footsteps, and I was surrounded by a group of men.
"Hehe, she's a beauty."
"Miss, why are you all alone so late at night? Are you looking for a man but can't find one?

How about we?"
A hand lightly touched my face. I firmly pushed him away, shoved aside the one blocking my way, and

got up to run. Suddenly, an arm grabbed me from behind and lifted me up around the waist.
With a "whoosh," I was hoisted onto his shoulder.
"Brothers, time for a midnight snack. Haha."
Several voices then echoed lewdly.
I don't know how many streets we walked through, how many alleys we passed, but finally, I was carried into an abandoned warehouse.
"You, you mustn't do this!" I knew what was about to happen and

screamed hysterically. A heavy slap left me dizzy and disoriented, and I collapsed to the ground. Immediately, four men flipped

me over and pinned my limbs down.
"Hiss, hiss," I heard the sound of clothes being torn, knowing I was now completely naked.

The four men holding me down lewdly, their hands grabbing and groping my body. I struggled desperately, but eventually, I exhausted

all my strength.
Just as I was catching my breath, a foul-smelling penis was placed in front of me. The man grabbed my hair, forcing

my head back, and shoved the filthy thing into my mouth as it opened. I felt nauseous,

wanting to vomit but unable to. In my struggle, I bit down hard with my teeth, and my mouth filled with the taste of blood.
The man screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
"Slap!" A hard slap landed on my face.
"You slut!"
I was seeing stars and struggling to breathe. The others continued to frantically grab

and grope , completely ignoring the injured person.
After a while, hands parted my legs, and I knew someone was about to penetrate me. With the last of my

strength, I screamed hysterically, "Stop it, all of you!"
Perhaps affected by the sound waves, they slowed down and stopped.
"You just want to have fun, right? What's the point of doing this? Let me go, I'll spread my legs,

you can do whatever you want, but don't leave your bastards inside. Otherwise, I'll bite my tongue

and kill myself. Gang rape and murder are very serious crimes."
The air paused for a moment, then a rough voice said, "You should have said so earlier, brothers, let go, get ready

."
The pressure on my body eased instantly, and I realized that many parts of my body were in excruciating pain.
A burly figure pounced on me, spread my legs, and thrust in.
I grunted in response. During filming, my lower body had already become sore and numb, and now,

it felt swollen and uncomfortable inside, an indescribable unease. I desperately wanted this nightmare to end.
"Isn't it great, miss? I'm amazing, aren't I?"
My moans seemed to have aroused his lust, and he thrust even harder.
"Oh, oh..." I couldn't help but groan, tears and snot streaming down my face.
The people around us screamed and clapped.
He thrust rapidly, his body shuddering, and immediately pulled out his penis, leaving spurts of his filthy semen

on my stomach. Afterwards, he cried out in pleasure.
My stomach immediately filled with a foul, fishy smell. The next man pounced on me, frowning and cursing, "

Damn it , where did you shoot your garbage? I can't even move, I can't even touch it!"
He reluctantly thrust his penis in, afraid of touching my stomach, making his movements awkward. This time...

It wasn't as painful as the first time; I barely felt anything below, just a sharp heartache.
I met my boyfriend in early summer. I gave him my virginity on a romantic starry night.

The feeling was so peaceful, so unforgettable. I thought, he's the one for me.
As he gently kissed my bleeding vagina, he said tenderly, "Wu, I will never let you get hurt in this life, I will

protect you like a sheep for the rest of my life."
I excitedly kissed him passionately again, and then his penis rubbed against my already damaged vaginal walls once more.
We made love wildly three times that first night, and when I woke up the next day, I found the bed covered in blood. Only now do I know

how a virgin's blood is shed.
This liar scumbag said he owed money to loan sharks, and that the loan sharks had connections to the Black Dragon Society, and that

he could be killed at any time if he didn't pay back the money. Later, by a twist of fate, someone told me that making AVs was a good way to make money,

and I foolishly made films for him to pay off his debts.
Women are really so stupid.
The man thrust a few times, pulled out, straddled me, and began masturbating with both hands. Soon, he left

his semen on my face.
Then, one after another, they came up and sprayed me with their semen.
It was truly indescribably stenchy. But I was so tired and sleepy that I unconsciously fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was already broad daylight.
I found myself lying in a hospital bed.
Sigh, that's how I spent the night.

(III)
I was rescued by patrol officers. They found me lying naked in the warehouse and immediately called an ambulance (

I don't know if they dialed 120?). When I woke up, I found many police officers standing around me. They wanted me to recount

the events of the previous night in detail. I knew what I could and couldn't say. By the time I finished explaining the process and clarifying certain details, it was

already 5:00 PM. After completing the discharge procedures, it was completely dark. As soon as I got home, I collapsed onto my bed

and cried my heart out. Thankfully, I didn't have to film the next day. I stayed home for a few days.
On the fourth day, I called director Kurosawa Nagato and told him I didn't want to continue.
He paused for a moment on the phone before saying, "Come to my place, let's talk in person."
I immediately took a taxi to room 2046 of the Tokyo Hotel. The door opened, the windows and curtains were tightly shut, and the entire room

was decorated in red—curtains, carpet, bedspread, even the wall stickers were all red checkered on a background. The lighting, however, was

a blinding silver-white, giving a feeling of heightened arousal. The person who designed this room was truly unique. But I

had no mind to pay attention to any of that right now. I just wanted to stop this contract where I was paying off that bastard's debt with my body as soon as possible.
Kurosawa came out of the shower wearing a bathrobe, a cigar dangling from his mouth, looking very relaxed. Seeing me, he said,

"You're here."
I nodded and hummed in response.
But seeing his demeanor, I understood his intentions somewhat. He called me over; it was

3:46 PM, not yet dark, yet the windows and curtains were tightly shut, the lighting was so glaring, and he had just

come out of the bathroom, still in his bathrobe, not having changed into formal clothes. In this situation,

I knew exactly what he was going to do next.
"So, how did you feel when you saw this room?"
"Very...very special, Director." I couldn't think of any words to describe it.
"Hehe," he said with a hint of pride, "I designed this. Pretty exciting, right?"
"Yes..." I didn't know what to say next.
After a moment of silence, I continued, "Director, what I was saying on the phone earlier, I wonder if you..."
"On this point, I'm afraid I can't help you." He poured himself a glass of red wine, took a sip, and said, "Your boyfriend owes

money to the Black Dragon Society, and you've signed a contract with them. Their primary concern is their own interests.

If you don't pay him back, how will they recoup their costs? Besides, they've already booked ten films. If you don't make them, it will

cause them a lot of anticipated profit losses. Not making the films is probably impossible. However..." "
However, what?" I quickly interrupted him, sensing a glimmer of hope in his tone.
"Heh, I can figure out a way to get your money back, so you don't have to pay off that bastard's

debt . Let him deal with it himself."
"Really?"
I thought to myself, at least I don't have to pay off that bastard's debt. I'll just have to take it one step at a time.
"Yeah." He exhaled a puff of smoke. "That depends on your performance. You know what I mean?"
Of course, I understood his intention. I had already planned to use my most confident blowjob skills to make him ecstatic and

unable .
I quickly took off my outer clothes, leaving only my tank top and underwear. Then I reached out to

untie . He stopped me, saying, "Let me introduce you to someone." He clapped his hands, and a

man of about twenty-five years old walked out of the bathroom. He was quite handsome. I thought to myself, does the director want me to do it with him for him to see? Or is it

a threesome? Whatever, as long as the director likes it, I don't care about anything else.
Kurosawa said, "His name is Watanabe Junichi. He's our top screenwriter and my personal assistant. He

wrote all your plays. Today we're going to do something exciting." He gestured, and Watanabe Junichi turned and went back to

the bathroom , returning shortly with a pile of props on the bed.
Watanabe Junichi tied Kurosawa up and whipped him hard twice with a horsewhip. Kurosawa let out

two "oh oh" sounds, closed his eyes, and showed no displeasure, seemingly enjoying it. Watanabe Junichi

continued to beat him mercilessly, and soon his body was covered in crisscrossing red welts, which, against the red atmosphere of the room, created an

indescribable eeriness, yet also felt incredibly obscene. Under the glaring white light, Kurosawa's hazy eyes were

bloodshot, but he was moaning with pleasure.
I sat beside him, feeling anxious and unsure of what to do.
After a while, Watanabe Junichi handed me a whip and said, "You, do what I just did."
I took the whip, but stood there dumbfounded.
Kurosawa lay on the bed, slightly panting from the relaxation of his veins, but his expression was one of enjoyment.
"Do you know what stimulation is? Painful enjoyment is stimulation. I really like the Chinese concept of Yin and Yang; where

there is happiness, there is pain. To enjoy, you must pay the price. As long as we can grasp the essence of it, we can appreciate..."

That's the beauty of it. "Come on, come on, the harder the better."
I whipped him twice with all my might. Kurosawa cried out in pleasure.
I thought to myself, even though I can't terminate the contract, at least my hard-earned money wo

n't . Thinking of that damned bastard, resentment welled up in my heart again, and I thought fiercely, "Let all

my resentment be vented on this whip."
A series of wild whippings followed, and Kurosawa shouted, "Awesome, super satisfying!" The pain throbbed.
The more it throbbed, the more he cried out in pleasure.
I felt a little sorry for him, so I stopped. Kurosawa said sternly from the bed, "Why did you stop?"
Looking at his fierce eyes, I was very scared and quickly said, "I... I need to go to the bathroom."
"The bathroom?" He muttered for a while, and a glint appeared in his eyes. He said to me, "Quick, don't go there,

come to me."
"This..." I didn't quite understand.
"Hurry up."
"Okay."
I pulled down my underwear and, under the light, sprayed directly at his body, which was covered in crisscrossing welts. His body twitched slightly

from the salt's stimulation. As soon as I finished urinating, he urged, "Keep hitting me. Oh,

ah, yes, like that, it feels good."
With each urging, he hit faster and harder, and before I knew it, the person in front of me had become that bastard. I thought:

"Who told you to treat me like this, you piece of trash, you bastard. Die!!!" Another lash of whips followed.
"Ouch." Hearing the urgent groan, I snapped back to reality.
The Kurosawa in front of me was curled up in a ball, his cries of pleasure trembling, his body stiffening, his eyes rolling back,

and he spit out some white foam. I threw down the whip in fear, stupidly muttering, "What do I do, what do I do?"
Watanabe Junichi pressed on his chest a few times and pinched his philtrum with his thumb, and after a while, he finally caught his breath.
Junichi Watanabe turned to me and said, "It's alright."
I was still a little worried and asked again, "Should we take him to the hospital?"
"No need, he'll be fine in a bit."
"Shh." Kurosawa's breath, "I've never felt so excited before. Ms. Kanzan Mai, you're the first

person to truly give me an orgasm. It's fucking amazing, fucking exciting."
"Director, I..."
"Hehe, no need to say anything, you can go home now."
I didn't know how to respond to him and stood there dumbfounded.
"Oh, I'll take care of your matter. You'll be filming again the day after tomorrow. Mr. Watanabe, could you

please escort Ms. Kanzan Mai?"
Junichi Watanabe replied with a "Yes," opened the door for me, and bowed, gesturing, "Ms. Kanzan,

please."
After getting dressed and leaving the room, Junichi Watanabe seemed to be following me, but I said, "Sir, please go home.

Thank you."
Junichi Watanabe said, "It's not safe for you to go home alone tonight, Miss. Let me escort you."
Remembering the "nightmare" from a few days ago, I didn't refuse anymore.
Once I was in the car, he started the engine and suddenly said, "Miss, you must be feeling quite frustrated today, right?"
I was taken aback, unsure of what he meant.
"We're all just specks of dust in this city, our destinations entirely dependent on the wind. Actually,

like you, I'm often powerless in many ways. I know a bit about your situation; that bastard is a real piece of work. Sigh,

once you're involved with the Black Dragon Society, it's hard to shake him off."
His words touched a nerve, and my nose stung, tears welling up uncontrollably.
"Luckily, this perverted guy lets us vent. Heh heh, that's what you call a win-win situation."
"How did you become his assistant?" I couldn't help but ask him.
"It's all for money. I fell into someone's trap while gambling. Three people ganged up on me, and

I lost all my savings in one night. Later, I borrowed money from loan sharks, and that's how I ended up here. Luckily, Kurosawa Nai saw that I had some writing talent

, so he made me a screenwriter and his assistant, doing some behind-the-scenes work. I did

n't
have to be the male lead. It's disgusting. That pervert Kurosawa Nai often does abnormal things, and... and he... he treated me like his..." I knew what he meant. So Kurosawa Nai was a masochistic piece of trash.
Watanabe Junichi continued, "You'd better do as he wishes for now, or you'll

suffer a lot. Do you know Tao Naiyue?"
Tao Naiyue was a very famous actress, very famous a few years ago. But I haven't heard much about her since.
"She just didn't follow his orders properly, and as a result, she filmed five 'eating shit' movies, from his shit

to pig shit, dog shit, cow shit, and chicken shit. What's worse, she was forced to have sex with pigs, dogs, and cows, and eventually died from an unknown

virus . You still have ten more to go, so you'd better be careful not to offend him."
The wind from the car window kept brushing my hair, and there was a faint salty smell in the summer night city. I

took a deep breath and asked him, "What are your plans after you pay me back?"
He chuckled, "Who cares! We'll see."
Then he changed the subject, "I've talked too much today. I don't know why, but seeing you, I

've spoken so much without any restraint. I've been too forward with you, I hope you don't mind."
I gave a casual reply, thinking to myself, "What will I say then? I'm definitely leaving

."
Just then, a melodious whistle sounded in my ear, so pleasant and easygoing in the middle of the night

.
I thought, "So this is the kind of person he is." I couldn't help but feel a little fond of him.

(IV)
The bright silver light stung my eyes a little.
We were in a freezer. All around were white frost. The frost made my eyes dizzy, and combined with

the strong silver light, it was quite uncomfortable. I'm still not quite used to working under the silver light.
Today's play is called "Spring Warmth in the Freezer," and the main theme is a threesome. The plot involves two men and one woman

locked inside a freezer by a careless freezer manager. They've exhausted all means, including shouting on their phones, and as the freezer temperature drops

rapidly , they can only keep warm by hugging each other. With physical contact, they slowly begin a frenzied

lovemaking session until they are rescued the next day.
To make the play more realistic and engaging, the director required us to perform under simulated low temperatures.

The temperature was 5 degrees Celsius, close to the actual zero of the freezer.
Because it was summer, everyone was wearing light clothing, and soon everyone was freezing,

especially me. Every inch of my skin felt like it was trembling, and I felt like I was about to faint.
But the director didn't seem to want to stop; instead, he kept urging the two male actors to speed things up. The

two male actors, their lips also turning blue, held me like a sandwich, rubbing

me vigorously with their arms and bodies. They were doing this to warm themselves.
"Oh, oh..." I kept moaning. Normally, a few touches from the male actors would be enough for me to moan, but

this time I was freezing. I couldn't help but tremble and moan because of the cold.
Kurosawa shouted from the side, "Good, good, like that!"
In his heart, he cursed, "Fuck you, you pervert!" But outwardly, he didn't dare disobey him.
Under the intense pressure from the two male actors, my body finally warmed up a bit. I felt a little better, and the three of

us relaxed a bit, the earlier panic gone, just breathing heavily.
After we warmed up a bit, the person in front of me started kissing my neck repeatedly, occasionally licking my earlobes,

making my whole body tingle, like a little rice cake pressed between them. The person behind me kept

stroking my body and breasts with both hands. Because we were pressed so close, he couldn't penetrate too much, but the feeling of touching my breasts

was really peculiar, I don't know how to describe it, but it was quite comfortable.
With the friction of our bodies, I felt the person in front of me get hard, constantly touching the inside of my thighs,

the hot penis lightly hitting my thighs, in this cold situation, it was really a different kind of feeling. Thinking about it,

sometimes women really need the warmth of a man.
None of the three of us wanted to be too close together, the person behind me slipped his hand under my waist and down into my pants, reaching

my thick pubic area. I slightly raised my buttocks to cooperate with his movements so that he could do whatever he wanted, but I found that his

penis was already hard as a rock.
A flurry of groping, his fingers hitting my clitoris.
"Oh, oh." I couldn't help but tremble and moan. This time it wasn't because of the cold; it was a truly

indescribable comfort and sensation, an involuntary feeling.
After a while, I felt fingers penetrating my opening, and my buttocks twitched. The stimulation of my inner walls caused me

to exhale a hot breath, indicating that I had released a lot of fluid. Originally, I was trying to avoid the fingers, but it only

aroused a stronger desire.
The moans and the lubrication further stimulated the nerves of the person behind me, and the thrusting became faster. I went limp

and unconsciously leaned on the shoulder of the person in front of me.
"Oh...oh..." I kept moaning.
Their movements also quickened.
"Yes, very good, very good," Kurosawa shouted loudly from the side, "Take off, take off each other's clothes."
We hesitated for a moment. Knowing the situation, we were afraid that we wouldn't be able to handle it if we took our clothes off.
Kurosawa seemed to have read our minds and shouted sharply, "Damn it, take them off, quick!"
We had no choice but to take off each other's clothes and immediately pressed even closer together. At this moment, I found that I could feel

each other's heat even more. It turned out that the effect of taking off our clothes was even more intoxicating.

The warm, reassuring aura emanating

from the two male actors' muscular physiques instantly enveloped my entire body. It was a feeling I craved even in my dreams.
My skin was completely exposed to their three-dimensional invasion, feeling as if mouths and hands were everywhere—above, below, in front, behind, and to the sides. A wave of
tingling and heat rose within me, and I felt almost numb, like a cloud floating in the sky, or

a restless breeze in a warm winter.
A warm rod slowly entered my opening, and I knew the man in front of me had made his move. Spreading my legs and twisting my hips

to match his movements, he thrust in and out several times, making me moan with pleasure. It was an indescribable bliss

.
After a bout of enjoyment, the "crackling" sounds of friction between my genitals continued incessantly.
The man behind me pressed down on my buttocks, smeared some saliva on his glans, spread my buttocks apart with both hands, touched my anus,

and tried to penetrate me. I had never been treated like this before, so I twisted my hips to avoid it. Unexpectedly, this caused the penis

in front to rub against my inner walls even more thoroughly, and I immediately became very wet, making a series of "splattering" sounds.
"Oh... huff..." the male actor in front groaned.
The male actor behind me seemed determined to achieve his goal, still

relentlessly . After a while, his body trembled,

and several streams of semen shot out, covering my buttocks. I think it was because the skin of my buttocks rubbed too much against his glans.
The male actor in front of me also pulled sharply as I twisted, his penis twitching twice inside me, and a stream of hot fluid

shot straight to my clitoris. When he finished ejaculating, his face suddenly turned blue, and he collapsed with a "thud." Before I could scream,

I felt a chill on my back and also "thudded." I turned around and saw that the man behind me also had a blue face and was trembling

uncontrollably .
Junichi Watanabe wrapped me in a blanket. Then, after examining their condition, he said, "This is because

cold air invaded their bodies during ejaculation."
At the moment of ejaculation, a man's entire body relaxes, and his pores open. He's already at

a critical point of extreme cold, and this relaxation allows cold air to immediately invade, resulting in this situation.
Soon, the ambulance arrived. By then, the two male actors had already been carried out of the studio. People outside had already called for help,

so the doctors were unaware of what had happened in the freezer.
Junichi Watanabe made me a cup of hot water to drink, while constantly rubbing my arms and thighs to warm me up.
After a while, I finally felt truly warm.
Kurosawa shouted, "Alright, alright. Let's continue filming. Originally, the three of them were supposed to hold out until

someone came to their rescue, but that's not possible now. We'll change the scene like this: the manager opens the freezer, finds

the three , is shocked, discovers the woman is very beautiful, becomes lustful, calls the police, and then secretly takes her to his

room and hides her, raping her day and night. Hehe, I've already thought of the title, it'll be called 'Forbidden Room Cultivation of Desire.'"
He took a sip of water and continued, "Now we'll film the first scene of the rape in the secret room. Everyone, get ready."
Watanabe Junichi brought me clothes, and after I put them on, he slowly helped me out, asking, "How are you feeling now?

If you're not feeling well, come back tomorrow."
I was deeply moved by his thoughtfulness and concern. In this world full of lust, he could be considered...

He's a good person. He's taken good care of me during filming, making things much less tiring for me. He always does things quietly. When he rubbed my back to warm me up

just now , his hands never crossed any lines. If it were any other crew member, they would have already touched

me to their heart's content. Although it's not a big deal for people like us to touch each other a few times, I

really . Watanabe Junichi is different from them.
Anyway, we have to film ten movies, so the sooner we finish filming, the sooner we can end this kind of life. Thinking about it, I guess I'll just keep filming

.
Watanabe Junichi led me to the bathroom door and said, "Go in and wash up first, relieve some fatigue.
You can also rest a bit." After saying that, he sat down on the stool by the bathroom door, waiting for me

to finish .
I opened the door, stood at the door without going in, and turned to him, saying, "I'm very tired, could you come in and

scrub me?"
I was really tired and really wanted someone to scrub my back. I disliked everyone else in the crew, so I could only

choose him.
His eyes looked at me, as if he was considering it.
After a while, he finally said, "Okay."

(V)
Once inside the bathroom, both of them took off their clothes. I got a clear look at his body.
His skin was very fair, almost as delicate as a woman's, and his physique was very strong, with prominent abdominal and pectoral muscles,

clearly indicating that he had been training.
His penis was dark and thick, drooping, swaying

back and forth . I thought to myself, this little thing is really cute, I'll tease him a bit later.
He walked behind me and used the shower head to rinse my back, while rubbing me with his other hand,

his movements were very careful and attentive. I gently closed my eyes and slowly enjoyed it. His hands were really

different from other people's hands; when his palms touched my skin, they felt very warm and comfortable, very

different . I really hoped it could last forever. I really wished time could stand still at this moment.
His hands were very honest; he always gently avoided places that some men liked to touch, strictly guarding the "boundary
. " On a whim, I deliberately twisted my body, letting him touch me squarely. He didn't immediately pull his hand back as if

electrocuted ; instead, he casually turned it and slid it back outside the "boundary.

" I twisted my body again, "chasing" him, but he always "escaped" naturally.
Thinking back to the time in the icehouse, when the male actor "chased" my anus, now it was my "three points" chasing him,

and I couldn't help but chuckle. I pressed myself against him. My right hand reached down, grasped

his penis, and gently rubbed it a few times, lightly biting his earlobe, saying, "Are you even a man? With such a beautiful woman naked in

front of you, don't your hands get a little lewd?" Then, I lightly tapped his earlobe with my teeth while my right hand began to stroke his

penis.
I writhed against his body like an eel, licking his earlobe with my tongue. He closed his eyes,

humming softly, and soon, his penis swelled. I gently slid down, squatted beneath him, and picked up his penis

to suckle.
"No, don't," he said. "That's not right."
I looked up and asked, "Why not? What rules? I like it and I want to."
"No," he said. "You've already done it once today, and there's going to be another one later. If you do it now,

you might not be able to keep up."
I pouted slightly and said, "I like it myself."
Suddenly, I realized he was staring at me blankly, his eyes unmoving.
I looked at my body and didn't find anything wrong with myself. I asked, "Why are you looking at

me like that? Is something wrong?"
He was embarrassed and looked away. He stammered, "You, you looked so cute just now."
My heart sweetened, and my face felt a little hot. I scolded him in a low voice, "You're so bad."
"I'm bad?" He stood there blankly.
"Yes, you're the worst." I stood up and pressed myself against him. "Who told you to be so nice to me

? Who told you to make me fall in love with you?"
"I...I...mmm." Before he could say anything, my lips were already pressed hard against his.
Our bodies intertwined, our tongues licking each other's, sweet and smooth, it was so

comforting . "Thud!" The showerhead slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. "Mmm," I couldn't help but groan softly.

The powerful water jets on the floor had sprayed into my sensitive spot. I gently swayed my hips, comfortably enjoying the "water

therapy" massage.
His hands roamed over my back, and I kissed his neck passionately, moving down to his already erect

penis. Looking at this dark thing, I saw a drop of fluid at the tip; I licked it—salty.
I caressed his testicles, licking his thighs. He collapsed, leaning against

the wall, sitting on the floor, his hands tightly holding my head. I playfully sucked on his testicles, and he groaned a few times. Suddenly, with

a burst of strength, he got up and pushed me down, kissing my breasts and body passionately. Then, he spread my legs, his tongue probing

my sensitive spot .
I felt a wave of weakness wash over me, my lower body overflowing with lustful fluids, a dizzying, overwhelming sensation. After what seemed like an eternity, he

climbed on top of me again, violating my breasts. Then I felt a warm, full penis slowly entering my vagina,

followed by a series of thrusts of varying depths.
"Oh...oh...ah..." Wave after wave of deep and shallow thrusts made me feel like I was dying and coming back to life, moaning incessantly.
He seemed to grow more vigorous with each thrust, increasing the frequency, each stroke hitting my very core. My hands gripped his

back , my moans continuing.
"Bang!" The bathroom door suddenly opened. Kurosawa appeared in the doorway.
"Damn it, get out here!" His voice was stern.
Watanabe Junichi was panting heavily on top of me, unsure what to do.
"Junichiro, hurry up and pull that thing out, the show's about to start. Should I call the cameraman and

lighting crew to film your special?" Kurosawa's face was dark. "Want a woman? Sorry, you'll have to deal with the

rest yourself. This woman needs to work now."
I whispered in his ear, "Next time, let's find a place where no one will bother us, and we'll have a comfortable

time."
I pushed myself up and washed myself clean. He was still standing there, his black stick pointing upwards at a 45-degree angle,

glistening with oil from being covered in semen.
"You're on your own now," Kurosawa Nakato tossed out another sentence, chuckled twice, and strode away.
The so-called locked-room scene was right next to the icehouse. Everything inside was ready, except

for the male protagonist.
Kurosawa Nakato came over and said, "Lie on the bed and slowly wake up. Then the icehouse manager opens the door

and rapes you. You can improvise the whole process, just remember, make it realistic." After saying that, he turned to

the crew and shouted, "Lights, cameras, get ready!"
"Action!"
The lights came on.
I lay on the bed, the door to the room opened, and a figure walked in. I couldn't see him

clearly under the light, but when he reached the bedside, I looked closely and felt a "boom" in my brain, as if I had been hit hard in the chest

.
It was a handsome face, but it was the boyfriend who had broken my heart and led me to this point—Sugata Sanshiro.
"How could it be him?" I thought to myself, then shouted to the director, "Director, I won't act with him."
"Do you pick and choose actors? I know you two had a past relationship, isn't that even better? It

's easier to act as old rivals, isn't it? Alright, enough talk, Sanshiro Sugata, get ready and let's begin. A rape scene,

a man should know what to do."
"No, no..." I screamed. Sanshiro Sugata pounced on me like a wolf.
On the bed, I raised my foot, aimed carefully, and kicked hard, hitting him squarely in the groin. Sanshiro Sugata

immediately curled up like a shrimp, groaning on the floor.
"Damn it, this is outrageous!" Kurosawa's stern voice rang out. A shadow rushed over, grabbed me, and ran

outside . We got into a BMW, and as the car started moving, I realized it was Junichi Watanabe.
"You'd better find somewhere to hide now, or you'll be in big danger," he said.
I felt my lips trembling and asked, "What...what should I do?"
"Wait until he calms down, then I'll put in a good word for you. Apologize appropriately, and everything should be fine

." He paused, then added, "Given his temper, the scenes might be a bit more difficult from now on."
"What do you mean, more difficult?"
"Well...I can't really explain it right now. Anyway, at this point, we have to prepare for the worst."
The car drove to a villa by the sea. He said it belonged to a friend whose family had gone to America and

asked him to look after the house. No one else knew about this place, so it should be relatively safe.
He told me to stay there for a few days and wait for his news. At this point, I had no choice but to listen to him.
The next evening, he brought back some food and said that Sanshiro Sugata had been kicked by me and needed twelve stitches, and

was currently in the hospital for observation. Kurosawa was very angry, but after his persuasion, he calmed down a bit, and I estimated that he would be able to resolve the matter in

a few days .
I excitedly pounced on him, showering him with kisses, and then we started making love. That night we made love three times, and

I orgasmed three times—something I'd never experienced before.
I never expected Junichi Watanabe to be so amazing. We made love until dawn before he finally got up to go to work.

(VI)
Five days later, one morning. Junichi Watanabe rushed back, still breathless, and suddenly hugged me tightly.
I felt a sudden, inexplicable panic, wondering if something bad had happened to him that was causing his unusual

behavior .
After a long while, he caught his breath and hugged my shoulders, saying, "It's over, it's over."
"What's over?" I tensed up immediately.
"No, no," he swallowed, "No, it's not over, it's all better..."
"What did you say?" I was completely confused.
He went to the refrigerator, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it, saying, "I've taken care of your matter. Kurosawa Nagato has already said it's settled

; you can go back to acting tomorrow."
"What?" I couldn't believe my ears for a long time. "You can continue acting tomorrow?"
"Yes, it took me a lot of effort." He continued, "After that kick you gave Sanshiro Sugata, he

might never be able to sleep with women again. You've got your revenge. Tomorrow is your last scene,

and your contract will be up after that. I want to congratulate you in advance."
"Really?" I completely forgot who I was and excitedly pounced on him, showering him with kisses.
"Mmm, mmm... where are you touching? I have to go to work later, miss. Mmm, mmm..."
I didn't care. I sealed his mouth with my lips. My right hand slid down his thigh, touched his penis a few times,

unbuckled his belt and buttons, and with a struggle, pulled down his pants. His penis was already erect.
I caressed his testicles, and he closed his eyes in enjoyment, humming softly.
After a few strokes, his penis became even shinier. My fingers gently stroked down his testicles to his buttocks. "Hmph," he

frowned , seemingly in some pain. I looked down and saw that his anus was a little red and swollen, and my heart skipped a beat.
"Did you...?"
"Don't say..." His hand covered my mouth, "Don't say anything."
My tears couldn't help but fall. Junichi Watanabe must have made Kurosawa "enjoy" himself

all night .
"Don't go to work today." I said, and lowered my head to lick his anus, hoping to ease his

pain .
"Hmm, hmm," he groaned comfortably.
I grabbed his black rod and kept stroking it. After a while, he said, "Turn your body around."
I knew he wanted the 69 position, so I complied, but that made it difficult to lick his anus, so I just sucked on his

penis.
A wave of numbness swept through my body. His tongue skillfully stirred inside my hole, and my whole body collapsed onto

him.
He got up and removed everything from my body. He made me lie face down with my buttocks raised so he could enter. I couldn't bear to see

him suffer too much, so I said, "I'll sit on top of you."
He lay down, and I sat on top of him, guiding his penis into my hole. The warm, full feeling returned to my

hole. My hips moved up and down, and he enjoyed the pleasure of thrusting beneath me. I looked down at my opening,

like a baby's mouth sucking on the South Country, and after a few thrusts, it was covered with glistening fluid. That lovely

root also became even more shiny.
I gently pulled it out, looking at the "guy" standing proudly, its body glistening with lustful fluid.

A surge of , and I couldn't help but lower my head again, sucking

every last drop of his lustful fluid from his testicles to the very tip. Suddenly, amidst a frenzied moan, he flipped me over, spread my legs, parted my

folds , and pressed his face against mine, rubbing against my labia. Until his entire face was covered in lustful fluid.
His wildness aroused me, and we became almost frantically "wet" for a whole day and night.
The last scene seemed rather "childish." I think it was all thanks to Ichiro; his hard work

had n't been in vain.
There were dozens of male actors standing in the studio, and at first, I was quite scared. I was afraid they might gang rape me,

but later I learned it was a "heavenly bath."
The so-called "heavenly bath" was when the male actors masturbated, spraying their semen all over me; the director

wanted me to use this stuff to bathe.
The male actors were all bodybuilders and fitness trainees, each with a very strong physique. I stood among them, and

they formed a circle around me, masturbating. Three of them were "entwined" around me, sucking and caressing my

entire body.
I felt every cell in my body being violated from head to toe. Suddenly, one of them put his hand between my legs, face up, and

flicked his tongue upwards, directly into my groin. I had never encountered such "tongue skills" before, and I was instantly tingled with pleasure. If it weren't for

the two people supporting me, I think I would have already collapsed. After the three of them caressed and sucked, they withdrew,

and then the other male actors ejaculated on me one by one. Their "self-pleasure" had

almost ended by then. After the three men's "massage," my entire body felt indescribably relaxed.

The semen dripped onto my skin, like a cool droplet rolling on a lotus leaf. I

washed it off on my body like I was getting shower gel, feeling very satisfied.
"Oh, oh..." The people behind me seemed to be running out of steam. Before the people in front,

still , rushed up and sprayed it all over my face. The pungent, fishy smell almost made me vomit,

but thankfully, they didn't seem to have much left. After the "wash," the scene was done.
When Kurosawa shouted, "Cut, okay!" I

winked thinking about how I should spend the night with him.
He smiled back at me. I noticed his smile was a little mischievous, and wondered if he

thought the same thing. Thinking this, my face flushed, and my heart raced.
After the wrap party, it was late at night.
On the way home, he drove. The summer night was so clear and cool; the wind whispered in my ear,

so gentle. I thought our world for two had begun. Then he started whistling again,

the sound echoing in my ears, and I couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

(VII)
When we arrived at his friend's villa by the sea, he got out of the car and took out many bags full of stuff from the trunk. I

asked, "What are all these things?" He smiled mysteriously, "How can a world for two be without these?"
I thought they were probably the kind of things the two of us would use when we "did" later, and I wondered what he was up to.
Thinking of this, I found my heart pounding. This was something I had never experienced before.
As soon as we entered, he started to set up. It turned out I was wrong. He was going to set up a candlelight dinner, and I couldn't help but

curse myself for being so lewd, always thinking about these things. Even though we had just had a wrap party, having a candlelight dinner with him was still

pretty good.
In the candlelight, his face looked particularly delicate and handsome. I was so glad that I had such

a man by my side when I was most hurt. It turns out that God is fair to everyone, sending such a good man to you when you are most disappointed

. I think the rest of my life belongs to him.
"What are your plans for the future?" I asked.
"Plans?" He picked up his wine glass, looking at it in the candlelight, and chuckled twice.
"I mean, have you considered finding a suitable woman to marry and spend the rest of your life with?"
"Marriage?" He sighed, "People like us can't even take care of ourselves, how can we take care of

others ? We can only take it one day at a time."
"I mean, I can take care of you and myself, I... mmm, mmm..." Before I could finish, my lips were

pressed tightly against his.
A storm of passion ensued, and he panted on top, saying, "Don't say anything, don't think about anything, tonight

I just want to be crazy with you." Then he kissed me passionately again.
I was also infected by his passion below and took the initiative to fight back. His hand reached into my panties, probing and

digging into my secret place, his movements a little rough, and I felt a little pain, so I groaned. After a while, my panties were already

soaked , but he didn't stop or back down. Instead, he used his index and middle fingers to go directly in, thrusting

in and out vigorously. He had me so exhausted I was lying there, unable to move, only able to moan.
His index and middle fingers went in but didn't come out; instead, they spread open inside, like scissors, and began

to rotate , causing considerable pain and a feeling of being hollowed out. Yet, I couldn't bear to let him out; there was an

emptiness that would follow.
Back and forth, I surrendered myself completely to him. Lying on the ground, I don't know how many times I climaxed,

only that there was already a pool of water on the ground below.
Finally, he pulled his dripping fingers out and held them up to me, wanting me to suck them. I licked one; it

tasted salty. This was the first time I had ever tasted my own insides, and it felt very strange.
He lifted my buttocks and sat in front of me, so my opening was directly facing him, and he could lick it with a

simple tilt of his head . Then, he brought a small funnel, inserted it into the opening, and began pouring red wine into it.
I immediately felt a pressing urge to urinate. After it was full, he pulled out the funnel and lowered his head,

stirring his tongue inside my wide-open hole, sucking frantically with loud "tsk tsk" sounds.
"Ah...ah..." I couldn't help but groan. Suddenly, a surge of urination came, and a gush of hot fluid shot out, covering

his face in "drizzle."
"Haha, you finally came again. Semen mixed with red wine tastes really good."
So it wasn't urine after all. Hearing that it was that stuff, I blushed slightly. I scolded, "Don't talk nonsense. Ah...ah

..."
His tongue intensified its attack, and my vagina felt a strong urge to be thrust into.
I couldn't help but say to him, "Come on. Fuck me, fuck me hard, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die."
But he continued his work methodically, as if he hadn't heard me. His tongue kept licking my

clitoris, further stimulating my nerves.
I couldn't help but roll over, pinning him beneath me and removing all his defenses. I lowered my head and sucked on his glans,

while my left hand worked on my penis and my right hand explored my own vagina. Without his stimulation, I had to rely on myself.
I knew that the most sensitive spot for a man was his glans, and I was confident that he would thrust into me hard.
"Oh, oh..." he groaned below. I saw his body shudder, and all his semen sprayed onto

my face. I didn't care, wiped it clean, and then began to suck on his inner thighs and other sensitive areas.
Soon, he regained his erection.
I sat on top of him, spreading my legs so that my vaginal opening was aligned with the tip of his penis, and sat down. Instantly, my vagina felt

full .
I finally understood why adults love sex so much.
He started thrusting upwards from below, and I moved in rhythm with him. The "slap slap" of my buttocks against his thighs and the

"tsk tsk" of his penis going in and out of my vagina sounded like a rhythmic symphony.
"Oh...oh..." We were both thrusting wildly, seemingly with inexhaustible energy.
I don't know how long we thrust or how many times. I felt my vaginal walls go numb, and my back

ached. Finally, I collapsed onto him, panting heavily. He was the same, holding me and

breathing heavily with his mouth open. And his penis was still hard, filling my tight hole.
"You're really amazing," I couldn't help but say.
"You're not bad either."
We smiled at each other, our lips meeting again, sucking each other's tongues.
Then came the high-frequency thrusting.
He rolled over, lifting my legs onto his shoulders, and thrusting in and out like waves. I felt dizzy, as if my whole body was being

torn apart , and I didn't even know where I was.
Afterwards, he lowered his legs, facing me directly, watching his penis thrust in and out rapidly. The sounds
of "tsk tsk" continued. I lost track of time, not even whether it was morning or night, and went on like this for a long time. Then, with a sudden "Ah!", he

pulled out his penis, ejaculating all over me. Finally, we both fell into a deep sleep, embracing each other. I don't know how much time passed.
I was woken up by someone pushing me.
Opening my sleepy eyes, the blinding light jolted me awake. Only then did I realize it was already broad daylight.
"Not bad, Ms. Kanzan Mai, with this 'True Love' series, you're sure to become a star and enter

the popularity charts." It was Kurosawa Nami's voice.
I looked around and was startled.
The villa was already full of people. They were all from the film crew, even that annoying Sanshiro Sugata was there.
Even though I was an actress, being covered in his love juices, my skin sticky with semen, and

completely naked was incredibly embarrassing.
"Haha," Kurosawa chuckled, his eyes narrowing. "You probably don't know some things yet. I'll tell

you the whole story today."
"It all started because you were so incredibly beautiful. Our talent scout, Mr. Sugata Sanshiro, discovered you.

In this slump of the adult film industry, we desperately needed new talent and fresh ideas, so the great writer, Mr. Watanabe Junichi,

began planning the 'True Love' series. It's about a naive girl who mistakenly falls in love

with the wrong man. After discovering his infidelity, she's extremely sad and devastated. To make matters worse, she's

gang-raped and violated. At her lowest point, a

man who shares her suffering appears, showing her constant care and love, and helping her through her ordeal. Finally, she

falls in love with him. In the end, they unite through passionate lovemaking."
"Haha," Kurosawa Mei took a sip of red wine and continued, "How's the plan? Also, let me tell you,

this villa isn't Watanabe Junichi's friend's villa; it's more like one of my filming locations. How about it?

The environment is pretty

good, isn't it? We've successfully filmed all the sex tapes from your first night with

Sugata

Sanshiro to your crazy night with Watanabe Junichi last night. I believe this kind of gimmick will definitely sell, because it's real. Hehe, speaking of realism, I remember your first night. I really didn't expect you to still be a virgin. Sugata Sanshiro ."
After hearing this, my mind went blank. I looked at Watanabe Junichi, then at the beasts around me.

I didn't know what to do.
Soon, I became the champion on the popularity charts. The film's sales skyrocketed.
But what about me?
What about myself?
The scorching summer gave me a cold heart.
I will use it to get through autumn and welcome the cold winter, hoping to spark a fiery

flame in the icy world.
[The End
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