When Liu Hao invited me to invest in this club as if he was pleasantly accused, I almost didn't hesitate.
I have read his plan and this club will indeed have great benefits.But this is not the reason why I took out a small eight-digit number and handed it to Liu Hao.
It has been several years since I returned to this top three cities in the mainland from outside, but there has never been a single industry that can truly take root.
Liu Hao is very active in both business and political circles. As a small shareholder in his club, he may be able to contact some resources outside his circle. I think it's not bad.
In recent years, the top management has been strictly managed, and the business led by the mothers has only accounted for less than 40% of the profits.In addition, the live broadcast industry is in full swing, and the jobs of the madams are becoming increasingly difficult to do.
Therefore, Liu Hao’s club is no longer the style of paving marble floor and hanging crystal lamps, but strives to cater to the tastes of young people.
Even a nightclub, bathing, tea house, Internet cafe, and high-end Western restaurants are not missing.
If you don’t even have some fur to make money, don’t think about making more money.
How did you say that sentence?The times are degreasing, and the words are flattening.Either you starve to death with an old mind, or you will lick the young man comfortably, choose one of them.
Liu Hao's business is a business that opened in May. Now that half a year has passed, I heard that the business is OK.
I came to swing twice when the business was opened. Liu Hao treated seven or eight of our shareholders to take a shower, and then put it down.
That night, Tan Xiangxiang and I ate two bowls of thin noodles at the street stall.She received a call saying that the company had something to do and wanted to work overtime, so I took her to take her to take a taxi away.
It was just eight o'clock, and I was a little lazy when I lost my purpose for a while. I suddenly glanced at the neon lights of the club at the corner of the old street. Then I immediately started to think about it and prepared to go over and kill the time.
Maybe it was because the Golden Week had just passed, and people who had been unrestrained for many days also became tired. When I walked into the club, I didn’t see many guests.
The hospitality in the lobby didn't know me, and I didn't plan to enjoy any special treatment.So I didn't talk to them, followed the signboard and went to the Internet cafe on the third floor to open a card.
Internet cafes are shrouded in dark purple lights, and rows of mechanical keyboards are scrolling in colorful colors.
On weekday nights, only seven or eight people were seated in forty or fifty machines in the hall, while the private room against the wall was dark, unlike someone.
I casually found a seat with few people in the hall to sit down, and asked the network administrator for a glass of coke with ice.
Diagonally opposite, there were several fashionable-dressed boys of student age yelling and playing League of Legends, making this dark place as irritated.
There are many entertainment options in the club, but I ended up running into this Internet cafe. This may be the shadow of my childhood.
In the 1990s, Internet cafes were still very rare.
I liked new things and ran to play with the pocket money given by my family again and again, and then my father used a copper buckle belt to make my thighs bruised and swollen.
That man is dead, otherwise I wouldn't have returned to this land.
Those things that were forbidden in childhood will inevitably have an indulgent and revenge mentality after adulthood.
Because of this, I always have a desire for the environment of the Internet cafe that I cannot detect.
I had put down video games when I was 20 years old, and now I only occasionally try several masterpieces from famous companies.
However, Internet cafes are not suitable for playing that kind of game, so I clicked on the stock market and took a few casual glances, and then chose a chess that can be played online.
Maybe it's because I play chess so bad, or maybe it's because the opponent with the junior sign hanging on the opposite side is a small trumpet.He won two games in a row, leaving me no flaws.
I am very self-aware and never thought about getting happiness from the outcome.So the game continued and then lost another game.
I haven't been so focused for a long time, and when I came to my senses, I felt a little weak.
There was a melodious song echoing in the hall. The singer should be very popular because even people like me who don’t listen to music are familiar with it.
But at this time, the singing that had been repeated many times could only further increase my fatigue.
So I took out the cigarette box in my arms and prepared to smoke a cigarette.
The network administrator's eyes were so sharp that they stopped me when I just pinched the lighter in my palm.
Big brother, smoking is not allowed in the hall.He pointed to the sign on the wall, why don’t you move to the smoking area there?
I smoke, but hate the smell of ash.The gaps between the keyboard and seats in the smoking area are probably already filled with the redundancy left by various tobacco, and sitting there is inevitably a foul smell.
So I politely rejected his proposal, got up and walked towards the bathroom with a cigarette box, but he didn't block me.
The biggest difference between the Internet cafe in the club and the outside may be the degree of decoration of the bathroom.
The bathroom in the public area is a single-person style of burning stones, arranged in an interlaced manner in the middle; the soft lights are on the top of the head, and washing hands here is like bathing in the holy light; the faint mint is mixed with the fragrance of lavender fills the surroundings, and the taste is a little vulgar, but it ultimately overshadows the odor of disinfectant.
If you don’t look at the cleaning facilities around, even if you call this place a restaurant in a high-end hotel, no one will be surprised.
The ground was polished shiny, and there was not even a trace of water mist on the glass.
But this is just opened shortly after it opened, and it may be different in another half a year.
The rise and fall of a club can be seen from the tidyness of the bathroom.
I leaned my butt against the sink, lit the camel in my hand, and watched the rolling smoke churning and spreading under the light.
It's very quiet here, so when the little bit of muffled sound comes out, it's hard to ignore it.
The round head and round brain in the male bathroom flashed with a light blue light, and the sound of gasping came out from the middle of the light, crawling on the ground like an ant.
Someone probably was shooting inside.This is not a rare thing, nor does it affect my mood.So I pretended that I didn't hear it and continued to enjoy the cigarette in my hand.
The man ended very quickly.
For one minute, the gasp turned into a moan in his throat.
For those who have never tasted the trick, this public environment is too exciting and it is inevitable that it will perform abnormally.
More than ten seconds later, a young man with brown hair was tidying up his pants and carrying a pair of white coconut shoes, sneaking out of the bathroom.
When he saw me, he was stunned at first, then lowered his head and got out like a thief.
I ignored him and continued to smoke my cigarette.But I soon realized that he was the only one who came out.
The usual possibility is that the woman is afraid of being seen, so she has to hide inside for a while.
But the young man's expression just now was a bit strange. Those who dared to shoot in such a place should not care whether I was standing here.
I recalled that the pair of shoes he carried were also women's styles. Could it be...
So I put out the cigarette butts and walked inside.
The decoration outside is grand, and the space inside is the same as if it is not expensive.
The urinals are all installed on the left, and a single bed can be placed at a distance between them; on the right are independent single rooms, these single rooms are spacious and comfortable, so it is no problem to ride a motorcycle in.
There were five compartments there. When I turned my head, I saw a pair of girls' feet exposed outside the middle compartment.
I walked over, looked at the appearance of the cubicle, then leaned against the wall next to me, and couldn't help but lit another cigarette.
The girl lay on the side of the ground, with a pair of metal handcuffs clasped on her wrists, and the chains of handcuffs passed through the water pipe behind the toilet, hanging her upper body from the ground.
The girl was wearing a high ponytail, which was a little scattered. Her eyes were tightly covered by a black eye mask, her mouth was tightly blocked by her mouth, and a small silver lock buckled the belt that was stuffed into her head.
The girl was wearing a white hoodie on her upper body, and she was pushed randomly on her chest, revealing half of her breasts.
The bra and all the clothes on the lower body were thrown in the corner of the compartment, leaving only a pair of black over-knee socks.
The white and slippery body, from the chest, to the waist, to the buttocks and thighs, was exposed to the lights of the toilet.
The girl has a very good figure, and she can see clear and beautiful ridges on her smooth back. Judging from the texture of her skin, she should be less than 20 years old.
The handcuffs were tightly clamped, the girl was hanging her hands there, her head hanging deep, and her whole body was tilted to the ground.
The weight of her body was purplish and some parts were worn out.
In fact, as long as she can stand up, her wrists will not look like that.
The problem is that she can no longer stand up.
Her back, butt and thighs were full of semen, and her pink labia were fucked red and swollen.
More semen was stirred into drizzling white foam under the rough impact, and a thin stream of blood red oozed out from it, flowing along the inside of the snow-white thighs to the knee socks.
It was not a dark red menstruation. Judging from the color, it was undoubtedly blood from the broken place, and there was some urine dripping on the ground.
Something interesting.
I took a deep breath of cigarette and looked down at the girl who was lying on the ground and looked embarrassed and miserable.I know that this is what my colleagues do.
But they didn't do well.
The techniques are not professional and the skills are very rough, and there is no aesthetic.
After I came back, I felt a little discouraged. Most of the people who were engaged in training in the mainland were still in the stage of rolling in the mud.
Just like this person did it.
He tied a young man to the toilet unscrupulously and then let go.
Judging from the signs of the girl, there were about seven or eight people who had been on her before I came.
If it is a girl who has already adjusted the strings, this method is understandable.
But since she chose to let her be broken here, as a trainer, he should not lose control of the situation.
It is obvious that the situation has gone out of control.A virgin who has never been adjusted much was fucked by several men as soon as he came up and was fucked and pissed.
Pain, sex, humiliation and despair, these tools are all very useful, but you can't abuse them.
Abuse of this word is a weed that should not be found in the flower field, and it is also a deadly aspergillus in the wine cellar.
Cook a delicacy and throw all the seasonings in in every portion. You can imagine what you make.
What's even more ridiculous is that the training is not over yet, and even the shoes are followed. This situation is really stupid.
The smoke burned out and I didn't move because I couldn't decide what I should do now.So I lit the third cigarette of today.
The sound of footsteps came from outside, and a young man who was about twenty years old and looked like a student walked in carefully.
He should be from the same group as before. He couldn't wait to run over after learning that there was a free pussy here to fuck.
He seemed a little at a loss when he saw me, and stood blankly at the bathroom door, hesitating whether to move forward or backward.
You, you come first?He asked me uneasy.
I looked at him expressionlessly, took the initiative to take a step back, and made a request.
Shame and sexual desire are in battle, and the latter wins a great victory.The student who looked a little fat for less than five seconds, then came over to the cubicle where the girl was.
He reached out to close the door of the compartment, but my hand pressed the door against the wall, like a nail.He avoided my gaze, and then wandered for a while, then bit his teeth and simply threw down all his concerns.
The little fat man hugged the girl's waist and picked her up.
The girl locked her hand on the water pipe behind the toilet, and she couldn't come right away, so she could only lean on the toilet lid.
The fat man ignored the fact that there was someone next to him and took off his pants to reveal his thick and short cock.
He was hard before coming in, sticking his slings under his pants.
At this time, the gun was drawn and the person was already panting like a donkey.
He straightened the girl's butt, pushed her swollen labia with his fingers, and stuffed it inward with his waist.
Women who like thick penis in normal range sizes often like thick penis rather than long penis.
But this girl was fucked by someone all night after she was deflowered, and the swelling and heartbreaking.
He poked the guy as thick as three fingers into it, and the girl who was originally confused suddenly raised her head.
The fat man pressed on her back and thumped her ass.
The girl was not low, 1.65 meters up, her knees were worn out on the ground, and her thighs were twitching because of pain.
But her eyes were covered with invisible things, and her mouth was tightly sealed, so she could only silence from the depths of her throat.
I just don’t know if she is begging for mercy, cursing, or simply crying out the pain.Suddenly I became interested.
What will you do if you pick up an unscrapped lottery ticket?
So I began to look for something that I expected to exist in the walls and corners of the ceiling at the high ground of the toilet.
The fat man poked for a long time, whimpering.
He reached into the girl's hoodie with both hands, kneaded her breasts greedily, and buzzed her mouth on the girl's cheeks, sucking and licking.
It’s a pity that the girl had something stuffed in her mouth, and he couldn’t enjoy her lips and tongue.
The girl's body was swaying back and forth under his impact, and the wrist was worn out by handcuffs and even more powerful. The blood was pushed back and forth on her white forearm.
The fat man arched his butt and stuck it hard in the girl's body for three minutes. He didn't even bother to lift his jeans.
He pinched the girl's waist and used all his strength to hit her for the last time, as if he was trying to stuff his cock into the girl with two eggs.
He held his throat and shivered, and shot the semen into the girl's vagina.
The girl's neck trembled, her waist thrust back, and the urine shot twice from her labia, and then it drizzled a little.
Her head drooped again, and her ponytail became even more messy, almost scattered.
The fat man's legs became weak, and he stood up straight with his hands on the girl's back. I seemed to hear the girl's bones clattered by him.
He randomly pulled the paper roll on the compartment wall, wiped his soft lower body for a long time, and then went to wash his hands.
He secretly came to see me while washing his hands, but when he found that I was staring at him, he lowered his head and quickly slipped out of the bathroom.
If I weren't here, this fat man might want to do it a few more times.But things may end here because I have found what I am looking for.
A camera hiding at the corner between the toilet compartment and the ceiling.
Open the cleaning cabinet in the corner and take out the mop pole.
I was quite tall and I easily pulled the camera off.
I pinched it in my hand, looked at the camera, tapped it twice with my fingers, and threw it on the sink outside.
The compartment was too dirty, so I took out the multi-function knife I carried with me, pried out the handcuffs in two minutes, and carried her to the compartment next to me.
She was soft and did not resist, perhaps mainly because she had no consciousness at all.
I also pried open the small lock on the belt on the back of her head. I looked at her bulging throat before and knew that it was definitely not a normal thing to stuff inside.
I grabbed the mouth plug and pulled it out, and pulled a soft rubber penis of more than 20 centimeters out of her throat.
Stomach juice, saliva and mucus that cannot tell what it is hung on it, like a huge worm.I threw it aside and the girl's breathing finally became more relaxed.
Toilet paper is the richest in the toilet.I grabbed two rolls, wiped the semen on her body clean, and then spread her thighs.
She was as unconscious as a puppet, and let me fiddle with her in a lewd position with her legs wide open.
This is nothing to her. As the first day of her breaking, she has enjoyed many men that women will never experience in their entire lives.
After being fucked for at least four or five hours, the vagina should have been much looser.
But her situation is completely different.
You can tell from the degree of redness, swelling and damaged vagina that it is precisely because she didn’t have much lubrication of vaginal fluid when she was fucked that the condition of her pussy became so miserable.
The swollen labia locked most of the semen that the man had shot into. I inserted my fingers into her, and the thick yellow semen was covered with blood, and large swells of them were flowing out.
I gently used my fingers to tamper out the white turbidity in her body. She let out a slight moan of pain, but she still didn't wake up.
Until I cleaned up the stains on her body, I didn't reveal her eye mask because there was no need for this.
I looked at the girl carefully.
The girl has a pretty face, especially her lips are very beautiful.
It was just because of the previous gang rape that my lips were not bloody.
In terms of the exposed cheek part, she can be ranked between second and third among the women I have seen.
Tears overflowed from the eye mask and covered her cheeks. I wonder if those eyes were charming. The girl leaned against the toilet lid, and her delicate belly was exposed under her white hoodie, then a small tuft of pubic hair between her legs, and her tight thighs.
I watched this piece of white jade exposed to the air without any warning, and it was inevitable that the desire would rise like the men just now.
I originally made up my mind to take down Tan Xiangxiang tonight, but my plan was interrupted.
So I can't help but think that it's actually good to make up for a meal here.
This naked and unprepared posture was placed in front of me, and a devil's hand would inevitably be placed on my back, pushing me down, lifting her butt, and then inserting her penis hard.
But I can't do this because I'm waiting for someone to appear.
He came soon.
The footsteps of the leather shoes gradually approached.The man walked away a little anxiously. After all, he had been hiding behind the camera, watching the lewd gang rape leisurely until I took off his eyes hiding here.
I let go and let the girl lie on the toilet, then walked outside the compartment and waited for him to appear in front of me.
A man of twenty-six or seven years old walked in quickly was wearing a fake bomber jacket and permed with golden curly hair.His cheeks were thin, his hands and feet were tall, and he was half a head shorter than me.
What are you doing?He raised his hand and grabbed the camera I threw on the sink in his palm, and spoke to me in a deterrent tone. He didn't even play with a woman, and his dick couldn't be hard?It would be fine if you don’t play, but what’s the hell out of trouble!
I handed a cigarette in his aggressive words.Before he could say filthy words, the cigarette stuck in his throat.
He had some gaze and could see that I was not the kind of person who could just say a few words to pass it.
So he stretched his head and let me lit a cigarette for him.
The atmosphere eased a little, and I didn't care about his swear words of taking care of his parents. He made money with kindness. If there was no benefit, don't go against others. I can still control it at this point.
Is this your product?I raised my head to the girl in the cubicle next to me.
What's not in stock?This is my girlfriend!How we like to play, what does it have to do with you?Are you going to go?If you don't get on, just flash it.
He shook his hand at me, revealing some intention of going around me and walking into the compartment.
But the cigarette butt in my hand pointed at his face just right, which made his subconscious mind hold on to the pace, although it was only temporary.
His words were still very rude, but my intuition told me that I guessed it right.
我说： Talents Ret Meat。
What?He frowned and covered his doubts with offense.
Finland's Ornhewood first used this technique in 2001.Talette
r råt kött is Swedish, which is probably the raw meat from the public toilet.If you hadn't told you that you had an old man, you wouldn't have done so well.
A little incredible flashed across his face, and it seemed that I was right.
right.He slammed his neck and raised his tone. I was here to tune the bitch, what's wrong?It seems that you are aware of it, so I advise you not to cause trouble for yourself.
Who is the one who teaches you this?I ignored him and glanced at the girl in the compartment again.
Sun Tianming.He issued a name in a little arrogant tone, my master.
I have heard of Sun Tianming many times, and I really have a reputation and fame in the mainland circle.
I have never seen him, nor have I seen his training results with my own eyes.
But now looking at the people he taught, I couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Because before this, I always felt that people with fame like Sun Tianming would not show off such superficial things.
I want to communicate with people of the same level, this kind of relationship is easy to understand.But now I just feel a little discouraged.
That's what he taught you?The discouragement in my heart made me say something I didn't know how to say.
Do you have any opinions?He stared.
So you just said, is it to adjust the bitch?So are you planning to use this method to establish a relationship between the main animal?When the female animal has not yet deflowered?
A series of questions made me seem less friendly.When a chef sees high-end ingredients wrapped in industrially produced chemical pepper noodles and thrown into old oil for frying, he will inevitably develop a little temper.
He was stunned by my question, but he still had a burr on his mouth: Can't it?
Many people can play with this kind of trick by tying people to the public toilet and gagging their eyes.But adopting this technology for virgins is a completely different story.
Taletter råt kött emphasizes the rapid destruction of the trained person's physiological, will and values within three to five days, and then rebuild it.But the focus is not on the former, but on the latter.What effect will your reconstruction plan have on your main animal relationship?Do you think that doing so will help her develop animality?
Me, I... call her a bitch, which means training the main animal?Who stipulated it?I am the master slave training!He changed his speech incoherently.
There is indeed no one to stipulate it, but for people who have real training experience, long-term professional habits will always make the words accurate.
Now anyone can see that he has no clear training plan and purpose at all. Eighty time, he felt itchy after hearing the training method and found an opportunity to have fun.
Instead of exposing him, I shot the cigarette butt in my hand into the compartment where the girl was gang-raped.The cigarette butt slammed into the dirt all over the ground.
Well, the master and slave train.I nodded, and then what?
Of course, it is to establish dominance and develop sexual desire.He picked a few words that were barely saved in his mind and was still trying to challenge.
The most likely one who has the interest in training is a rich child, otherwise there would be no more female resources for him to squander.
And a guy like him who has fucked many women and is often praised by others, basically doesn’t know how to write the word “introduction”.
Do you think women in the real world will be like those written in adult novels, and they will be fucked by men too much?People have fainted, so where can they develop sexual desire?I laughed.
He raised his hand and pointed to the ground, saying proudly: That bitch has been fucked, are you blind and can't see?
That's because of the injury to the urethra.I said coldly that the environment in the public toilet has aggravated and inflamed, which has triggered incontinence.Want to use Taletter råt kött for training, muscle relaxants, antibiotics,
Blockers must not be missing, otherwise you will be able to get a sickly rotten embryo in the end.
I said, kicking the huge dildo that had been inserted into the girl's throat with my feet into front of him.
The deep throat seals, either guarding the side or using hollow special props.She was lucky to just put a fake dick in like you, and she didn't suck the vomited stomach content into the trachea.If she was choked to death in the toilet with her butt sticking out and her legs full of semen, what would you do when the network administrator called the police?
He stammered, not thinking of what to do for a long time.I no longer have the interest to continue to circle with him.
Do you have her order?I asked straight to the point.
Ah…list?His temperament has been mostly exhausted, and he doesn't bother to confront me anymore.
How about transferring her list to me?
He raised his eyes: I'm not a business order.
That's just having fun?It's quite a waste.Give it to me.
He blinked and glared at me for a long time, not understanding my intentions.
But what he could understand was that things were completely out of his control.
So he raised his hand to me, took out his cell phone and walked outside.
You wait a moment, I'll go out and make a phone call.He said.
Watching him walk out of the men's bathroom, I also called Liu Hao for a brief call, then took off his coat and wrapped it on the lower half of the girl, and tightened the zipper to make sure no one could see the place he shouldn't have seen.
I picked up the girl and walked straight out the door.
When I walked out, the man was standing in the corner of the bathroom, gushing and not knowing who was talking to, and I didn't see me coming out with the girl in my arms, which was just right.
It was not until I walked out of the Internet cafe and went down to the first floor that there were rapid footsteps behind me.The guy turned around after calling and found that the two people in the toilet were gone, so he naturally had to catch up.
fuck your mother!You stop!He shouted behind me, "Are you the fucking thing?"?
He grabbed my shoulder's clothes, trying to stop me from leaving.
But three security guards have arrived on the first floor, and I just asked Liu Hao to call him.
Liu Hao probably told them my identity, and when he saw me coming down, he smiled at me.
Now the man behind me pulled me, the three security guards immediately stopped him, pinched his wrists and separated us.
They didn't want to offend customers either, they just kept stopping him and not letting him tear me up.The man was anxious and cursed behind him, but he couldn't get through.
Do you the fuck know who I am!Fuck you, let go of your hand!
The lobby manager next to him looked smiling and said soft and polite words to him, but the security guard's hands and feet were not relaxed at all.
Seeing that I could no longer stop me, the man shouted loudly in anger.
OK!You can do it, you're stupid!Your mind is full of highlights!She is mine, she has feet!Sooner or later, I will run back by myself!Don’t let me find out where you live. My buddy will come back and find someone to play with you!
I walked out of the club without looking back, stopped a taxi, and closed the noise mixed with filthy words outside the car door.
The driver was very worried when I saw that I was holding an unconscious girl.He turned his head to look at me: Oh, what's wrong?Drinking too much?
I said: Go to the Municipal Central Hospital and get started quickly.
When the driver heard this, he didn't ask any more questions and stepped on the accelerator.
Taxis are speeding in the night and lights of the city.I let the girl's head rest on my legs, looked at the bright and sticky neon light outside the window for a long time, and then called another phone number
The phone was connected, and an extremely familiar and unfamiliar female voice came from the receiver: Why did you call me at this time?Not suitable, right?
Are you on duty today?I asked.
Well...well, what's wrong?
I'll take a patient over later and I have to ask you to help me, okay?
What's going on with you!This night, our hospital now...
Can you help?I interrupted her.
The other side of the phone was silent for a while: Well, come here.Is it serious?
Not very serious.It will be there in ten minutes.You wait for me in the hall.
good.After she answered, she paused for a moment, and then called my name: Zuo Huan.
Um?
...Forget it, come here and talk about it.
Um.
It's midnight.
Even the most prosperous city south of the Yangtze River is gradually beginning to extinguish.
There are fewer cars on the road, and the road that is always slightly crowded has room to breathe.
The taxi was swimming under the swaying street lights, carrying her and me to the end of the darkness ahead.
When he walked into the lobby of the central hospital, Fang Yan was already waiting there.She is thin, so she looks tall, with her shoulder-length hair looking refreshed and neat, and her white coat is spotless.
She saw that I was holding someone in my arms and immediately came forward.
Come, come with me.
She originally wanted to push a bed to put someone on, but she gave up when she saw that I didn't have any effort.
She took me all the way to the emergency room. A nurse came over to help, and Fang Yan sent her away with a few simple words.
She knew that I just didn't want strangers to interfere in a phone call.
Rows of curtains are separated by beds.I put the girl on it, Fang Yan pulled the curtain and started to do basic examinations for her.
I stood beside me with my hands in my arms, looking at her calmly.
Fang Yan was obviously stunned after untiing the clothes wrapped around the girl's lower body.
She spread the girl's legs and checked her vagina, raised her hand and pulled a sheet to cover the girl, and then looked back at me.
This is the second time, Zuo Huan.There was some angry feeling in her eyes, but her tone was calm.Perhaps for those who are medical practitioners, they are naturally good at controlling their feelings.
Fang Yan's identity is my junior high school classmate, high school classmate, and the first woman I fell in love with.
In the second year of junior high school, she and I started a ignorant, intense, ugly and selfless love until I left the country in my second year of high school.
One day after I left, I stood in the darkness, and she stood in the sun, ending our relationship with a painful, three-hour call.
The young we were angry at each other, hurting each other in conversation as much as possible, and then many years passed by.
At this year's high school class reunion, we met again after a long time.
We smiled and nodded to each other, touching again with the maturity and politeness of adults, as if nothing had happened before.
During those days of youthful pain, I thought about countless questions about trying to attack her, but now I find that I have forgotten everything.
Perhaps because of studying medicine, Fang Yan got married very late among these classmates. She has only been two years old and has no children yet.
After the reunion, I invited her to have a meal alone, but Fang Yan would just call the other two female classmates together quietly.
The connection between us was very weak, but she did not really refuse to meet me.
We maintained a little bit of polite interaction on WeChat until three months ago, I came to ask for her help as I did today.
A girl who was training at the time cut her wrist due to some accident.
In order to avoid messy things, I brought her to Fang Yan.
She was surprised at that time, but she didn't ask too much, just helped me handle the troubles at hand very professionally.
I asked her to keep it a secret, and she agreed, so she and I once again had a secret that belonged to us.
As a thank you, I finally invited her and had a regular dinner with me.
Of course I did it on purpose to ask her for help.There are many ways in my hospital, but Fang Yan only has one.
An ordinary Sichuan restaurant with three dishes and one soup, no wine or candlelight.
She casually talked about the hospital's trivial matters, and I asked her about some medical professional knowledge that could not be found in the book.
A plain meal, without talking about the past, nor about family, that's all.
Fang Yan finished examining the girl, and cleanly prescribed medicine and infusion for her, and disinfected and bandaged the wounds on her wrist.
Nothing bad, just symptoms of dehydration and hypoglycemia.She explained to me coldly that her attitude was not as good as the family of ordinary patients.
It is best to get two shots of antibiotics and AIDS blockers.I ignored her attitude.
Fang Yan finally showed anger on his face: Zuo Huan, what did you do!?
I did nothing. I don't even know what her name is. She encountered something, but I happened to be caught by her. I said slowly.
Fang Yan frowned: What do you mean, are you doing bravely?
If you have to say that, it is not impossible.
What about the last time!?
The last time was a completely different story.This time I am meddling in other people's business.
Fang Yan's brows stretched out and her cheeks were slightly red due to excitement.She quickly calmed down and looked away from my face embarrassedly.
Sorry, I misunderstood you.
fine.Please help prescribe the medicine, I will transfer the money to you on WeChat.
Fang Yan nodded and left.
A better AIDS blocker costs 5,000 yuan for two shots.In addition to the miscellaneous expenses Fang Yan had paid for me before, I simply transferred 20,000 yuan for her.
Fang Yan came back with the medicine, with a little unhappy look on her face.I watched her change of color and felt it interesting and couldn't help but smile.
I asked her: So what's wrong?
Why do you transfer me so much money??
You can't pay for it.
Fang Yan lit her phone: Give me your Alipay.
If you have extra ones, just reply to me on WeChat.
Alipay.Fang Yan bit each word and stared at me with his eyes.
She could see my little thoughts clearly.
As long as WeChat transfer is left without confirmation, the money will not be returned; while Alipay’s one-way transfer does not require confirmation, so I can’t pretend to forget to collect the money and ask her for help last time. I did this once.
So I raised my hand and surrendered and gave her Alipay account.
The girl was taken good care of by her and fell asleep.Fang Yan took off her blindfold and I clearly saw the girl's face. That face looked better than I thought.
Fang Yan and I walked out of the emergency room and walked all the way to outside the hospital gate, at the slightly cool midnight.
I pulled out a cigarette to smoke, and Fang Yan reached out and snatched one from my cigarette box.I looked at her with some surprise and then clicked on it for her.
Thank you for your hard work.
Well, you'd better repay more.Fang Yan took a sip of the cigarette and frowned. It's so hard to smoke your cigarette.
Camel is my only favorite brand. Even after I came back, I found a channel to maintain my inventory.It’s just that this kind of cigarette is difficult for people in China to smoke.
I looked at Fang Yan: Of course, I am grateful and I can repay you. I can say anything I can do.
I just asked not to call me after 8 o'clock in the evening.
I naturally knew that she wanted to avoid suspicion, but I still asked deliberately: Why?Can't you ask for your help?
She didn't respond at all: Just say, can you do it?
able.
Zuo Huan, I remember you are a credible person.I remember correctly, right?
I smiled and didn't say anything.
The two of us stood for a while, letting the cold wind of autumn night sweep the corners and cuffs of clothes.My coat was still hanging next to the girl's bed in the emergency room, and I felt a little cold at this time.
I was about to say something, but I heard Fang Yan say again: Are you quite rich now?It's so generous to pay for someone you don't know.
She was still doubting my relationship with that girl, but I did not lie to her before.
There are limits to honesty, and now it is time to lie.
There is indeed a little money, and if it is spent on helping others, I think it is quite meaningful.
Fang Yan took his hand and looked at me squintly: What are you doing now?
Nearly ten months have passed since our reunion, and she has never asked me about my private affairs. This is the first time.
Didn’t anyone tell you at the class reunion?
Zhang Xiaoning told me that you are doing business, but didn't explain it in detail.What business is so mysterious?
There are some small industries overseas, and I have made some investments in the leisure and entertainment industry in China, but because I am not very interested, I have never been interested.Nowadays, most of the energy is to be a consultant.
What to consult?Fang Yan asked casually.
Marriage counseling, psychological counseling, etc.I continued to say half-true and half-false words.
Haha, I really can't see it.She made an ambiguous comment.
The girl who cut her wrist last time was the customer.I struck while the iron was hot and explained.
Oh... Fang Yan nodded slightly.These rhetorics string together the matter and she began to believe it.
I thought it was your little girlfriend before.She said.
client.I repeated.
Fang Yan sighed long: Zuo Huan, you should settle down too.Haven’t you ever thought of organizing your own family steadily?
I looked at her: Like you?
The question I asked was swimming between us, with a hint of sharpness.
This is not what I should say now, because it sounds like I blamed her many years ago.
I regret it when I said it.
But Fang Yan just said soothingly and gentlely: It's Ah.
Her response calmed me again and I felt glad that she seemed to have completely let go.
you're right.I'm looking for it.I snatched out the cigarette.
come on.
I nodded to her: I'm back home.
Fang Yan also threw away the burned cigarette butt: What should I do with that girl?She woke up and asked me to call you?
If she ran away tomorrow morning, she would assume that this had never happened.If she insists on asking me something, then you can call me over.But I don't think she won't.
Judging from her condition, it should be a serious sexual assault. I am considering whether to call the police.Fang Yan said.
Her situation is very complicated, don't ask about unnecessary things.Don’t put yourself in the good deeds, people only need to be responsible for themselves.So did she.I warned her.
Fang Yan nodded: I don’t care.If she leaves by herself, I won't contact you.
This is the best.
I waved goodbye to her and walked outside the hospital courtyard.When I stepped out of the door, I looked back and saw that she was no longer there.
I deliberately left my coat next to the girl's hospital bed, which gave me another excuse to meet Fang Yan again, and she would always put it away for me.
On the way home, I received a call from Liu Hao.
Brother Huan, are you home?
Not yet.Have you found out who that person is?
Alas, I rushed to the Dragon King Temple.That was Lao Yao's son, Yao Xiuwen.
Yao Wulong?I was a little amused and crying.
He owns the majority of Liu Hao's business, followed by Lao Yao, and the third shareholder is me.
Yao Wulong I have only met twice. A 50-year-old brother is very friendly. There are not many people who can twist the words "simple and sincerity" together.
He left a great impression on me, and I am willing to make such a friend more.It's just his son, he's having a lot of fun. I wonder if he has caused a lot of trouble for his father in private.
But thinking about it, I still have to play in the territory where I can speak, and Xiao Yao is not stupid either.
Don't tell Lao Yao about this.I found an opportunity to make a meal with Lao Yao and asked him to take Xiao Yao with me.He naturally understood when he saw me, and he would naturally calm down.
Hey, this is a good idea.
You can ask those network administrators to keep their mouths tighter.I'm going to go there these two days, would you say hello to them?
No problem, they all have to know the third boss.
Hahaha.
Liu Hao and I laughed a lot and hung up the phone.I took a look at the time and it was already past two in the morning.
There was a good night from Tan Xiangxiang at 11:30 on WeChat and an angry expression ten minutes later.I thought about it and didn't reply to her.
It's time to go home and have a good sleep.Let’s talk about tomorrow.
We have tomorrow to enjoy, which is the best thing and the worst thing.
I have read his plan and this club will indeed have great benefits.But this is not the reason why I took out a small eight-digit number and handed it to Liu Hao.
It has been several years since I returned to this top three cities in the mainland from outside, but there has never been a single industry that can truly take root.
Liu Hao is very active in both business and political circles. As a small shareholder in his club, he may be able to contact some resources outside his circle. I think it's not bad.
In recent years, the top management has been strictly managed, and the business led by the mothers has only accounted for less than 40% of the profits.In addition, the live broadcast industry is in full swing, and the jobs of the madams are becoming increasingly difficult to do.
Therefore, Liu Hao’s club is no longer the style of paving marble floor and hanging crystal lamps, but strives to cater to the tastes of young people.
Even a nightclub, bathing, tea house, Internet cafe, and high-end Western restaurants are not missing.
If you don’t even have some fur to make money, don’t think about making more money.
How did you say that sentence?The times are degreasing, and the words are flattening.Either you starve to death with an old mind, or you will lick the young man comfortably, choose one of them.
Liu Hao's business is a business that opened in May. Now that half a year has passed, I heard that the business is OK.
I came to swing twice when the business was opened. Liu Hao treated seven or eight of our shareholders to take a shower, and then put it down.
That night, Tan Xiangxiang and I ate two bowls of thin noodles at the street stall.She received a call saying that the company had something to do and wanted to work overtime, so I took her to take her to take a taxi away.
It was just eight o'clock, and I was a little lazy when I lost my purpose for a while. I suddenly glanced at the neon lights of the club at the corner of the old street. Then I immediately started to think about it and prepared to go over and kill the time.
Maybe it was because the Golden Week had just passed, and people who had been unrestrained for many days also became tired. When I walked into the club, I didn’t see many guests.
The hospitality in the lobby didn't know me, and I didn't plan to enjoy any special treatment.So I didn't talk to them, followed the signboard and went to the Internet cafe on the third floor to open a card.
Internet cafes are shrouded in dark purple lights, and rows of mechanical keyboards are scrolling in colorful colors.
On weekday nights, only seven or eight people were seated in forty or fifty machines in the hall, while the private room against the wall was dark, unlike someone.
I casually found a seat with few people in the hall to sit down, and asked the network administrator for a glass of coke with ice.
Diagonally opposite, there were several fashionable-dressed boys of student age yelling and playing League of Legends, making this dark place as irritated.
There are many entertainment options in the club, but I ended up running into this Internet cafe. This may be the shadow of my childhood.
In the 1990s, Internet cafes were still very rare.
I liked new things and ran to play with the pocket money given by my family again and again, and then my father used a copper buckle belt to make my thighs bruised and swollen.
That man is dead, otherwise I wouldn't have returned to this land.
Those things that were forbidden in childhood will inevitably have an indulgent and revenge mentality after adulthood.
Because of this, I always have a desire for the environment of the Internet cafe that I cannot detect.
I had put down video games when I was 20 years old, and now I only occasionally try several masterpieces from famous companies.
However, Internet cafes are not suitable for playing that kind of game, so I clicked on the stock market and took a few casual glances, and then chose a chess that can be played online.
Maybe it's because I play chess so bad, or maybe it's because the opponent with the junior sign hanging on the opposite side is a small trumpet.He won two games in a row, leaving me no flaws.
I am very self-aware and never thought about getting happiness from the outcome.So the game continued and then lost another game.
I haven't been so focused for a long time, and when I came to my senses, I felt a little weak.
There was a melodious song echoing in the hall. The singer should be very popular because even people like me who don’t listen to music are familiar with it.
But at this time, the singing that had been repeated many times could only further increase my fatigue.
So I took out the cigarette box in my arms and prepared to smoke a cigarette.
The network administrator's eyes were so sharp that they stopped me when I just pinched the lighter in my palm.
Big brother, smoking is not allowed in the hall.He pointed to the sign on the wall, why don’t you move to the smoking area there?
I smoke, but hate the smell of ash.The gaps between the keyboard and seats in the smoking area are probably already filled with the redundancy left by various tobacco, and sitting there is inevitably a foul smell.
So I politely rejected his proposal, got up and walked towards the bathroom with a cigarette box, but he didn't block me.
The biggest difference between the Internet cafe in the club and the outside may be the degree of decoration of the bathroom.
The bathroom in the public area is a single-person style of burning stones, arranged in an interlaced manner in the middle; the soft lights are on the top of the head, and washing hands here is like bathing in the holy light; the faint mint is mixed with the fragrance of lavender fills the surroundings, and the taste is a little vulgar, but it ultimately overshadows the odor of disinfectant.
If you don’t look at the cleaning facilities around, even if you call this place a restaurant in a high-end hotel, no one will be surprised.
The ground was polished shiny, and there was not even a trace of water mist on the glass.
But this is just opened shortly after it opened, and it may be different in another half a year.
The rise and fall of a club can be seen from the tidyness of the bathroom.
I leaned my butt against the sink, lit the camel in my hand, and watched the rolling smoke churning and spreading under the light.
It's very quiet here, so when the little bit of muffled sound comes out, it's hard to ignore it.
The round head and round brain in the male bathroom flashed with a light blue light, and the sound of gasping came out from the middle of the light, crawling on the ground like an ant.
Someone probably was shooting inside.This is not a rare thing, nor does it affect my mood.So I pretended that I didn't hear it and continued to enjoy the cigarette in my hand.
The man ended very quickly.
For one minute, the gasp turned into a moan in his throat.
For those who have never tasted the trick, this public environment is too exciting and it is inevitable that it will perform abnormally.
More than ten seconds later, a young man with brown hair was tidying up his pants and carrying a pair of white coconut shoes, sneaking out of the bathroom.
When he saw me, he was stunned at first, then lowered his head and got out like a thief.
I ignored him and continued to smoke my cigarette.But I soon realized that he was the only one who came out.
The usual possibility is that the woman is afraid of being seen, so she has to hide inside for a while.
But the young man's expression just now was a bit strange. Those who dared to shoot in such a place should not care whether I was standing here.
I recalled that the pair of shoes he carried were also women's styles. Could it be...
So I put out the cigarette butts and walked inside.
The decoration outside is grand, and the space inside is the same as if it is not expensive.
The urinals are all installed on the left, and a single bed can be placed at a distance between them; on the right are independent single rooms, these single rooms are spacious and comfortable, so it is no problem to ride a motorcycle in.
There were five compartments there. When I turned my head, I saw a pair of girls' feet exposed outside the middle compartment.
I walked over, looked at the appearance of the cubicle, then leaned against the wall next to me, and couldn't help but lit another cigarette.
The girl lay on the side of the ground, with a pair of metal handcuffs clasped on her wrists, and the chains of handcuffs passed through the water pipe behind the toilet, hanging her upper body from the ground.
The girl was wearing a high ponytail, which was a little scattered. Her eyes were tightly covered by a black eye mask, her mouth was tightly blocked by her mouth, and a small silver lock buckled the belt that was stuffed into her head.
The girl was wearing a white hoodie on her upper body, and she was pushed randomly on her chest, revealing half of her breasts.
The bra and all the clothes on the lower body were thrown in the corner of the compartment, leaving only a pair of black over-knee socks.
The white and slippery body, from the chest, to the waist, to the buttocks and thighs, was exposed to the lights of the toilet.
The girl has a very good figure, and she can see clear and beautiful ridges on her smooth back. Judging from the texture of her skin, she should be less than 20 years old.
The handcuffs were tightly clamped, the girl was hanging her hands there, her head hanging deep, and her whole body was tilted to the ground.
The weight of her body was purplish and some parts were worn out.
In fact, as long as she can stand up, her wrists will not look like that.
The problem is that she can no longer stand up.
Her back, butt and thighs were full of semen, and her pink labia were fucked red and swollen.
More semen was stirred into drizzling white foam under the rough impact, and a thin stream of blood red oozed out from it, flowing along the inside of the snow-white thighs to the knee socks.
It was not a dark red menstruation. Judging from the color, it was undoubtedly blood from the broken place, and there was some urine dripping on the ground.
Something interesting.
I took a deep breath of cigarette and looked down at the girl who was lying on the ground and looked embarrassed and miserable.I know that this is what my colleagues do.
But they didn't do well.
The techniques are not professional and the skills are very rough, and there is no aesthetic.
After I came back, I felt a little discouraged. Most of the people who were engaged in training in the mainland were still in the stage of rolling in the mud.
Just like this person did it.
He tied a young man to the toilet unscrupulously and then let go.
Judging from the signs of the girl, there were about seven or eight people who had been on her before I came.
If it is a girl who has already adjusted the strings, this method is understandable.
But since she chose to let her be broken here, as a trainer, he should not lose control of the situation.
It is obvious that the situation has gone out of control.A virgin who has never been adjusted much was fucked by several men as soon as he came up and was fucked and pissed.
Pain, sex, humiliation and despair, these tools are all very useful, but you can't abuse them.
Abuse of this word is a weed that should not be found in the flower field, and it is also a deadly aspergillus in the wine cellar.
Cook a delicacy and throw all the seasonings in in every portion. You can imagine what you make.
What's even more ridiculous is that the training is not over yet, and even the shoes are followed. This situation is really stupid.
The smoke burned out and I didn't move because I couldn't decide what I should do now.So I lit the third cigarette of today.
The sound of footsteps came from outside, and a young man who was about twenty years old and looked like a student walked in carefully.
He should be from the same group as before. He couldn't wait to run over after learning that there was a free pussy here to fuck.
He seemed a little at a loss when he saw me, and stood blankly at the bathroom door, hesitating whether to move forward or backward.
You, you come first?He asked me uneasy.
I looked at him expressionlessly, took the initiative to take a step back, and made a request.
Shame and sexual desire are in battle, and the latter wins a great victory.The student who looked a little fat for less than five seconds, then came over to the cubicle where the girl was.
He reached out to close the door of the compartment, but my hand pressed the door against the wall, like a nail.He avoided my gaze, and then wandered for a while, then bit his teeth and simply threw down all his concerns.
The little fat man hugged the girl's waist and picked her up.
The girl locked her hand on the water pipe behind the toilet, and she couldn't come right away, so she could only lean on the toilet lid.
The fat man ignored the fact that there was someone next to him and took off his pants to reveal his thick and short cock.
He was hard before coming in, sticking his slings under his pants.
At this time, the gun was drawn and the person was already panting like a donkey.
He straightened the girl's butt, pushed her swollen labia with his fingers, and stuffed it inward with his waist.
Women who like thick penis in normal range sizes often like thick penis rather than long penis.
But this girl was fucked by someone all night after she was deflowered, and the swelling and heartbreaking.
He poked the guy as thick as three fingers into it, and the girl who was originally confused suddenly raised her head.
The fat man pressed on her back and thumped her ass.
The girl was not low, 1.65 meters up, her knees were worn out on the ground, and her thighs were twitching because of pain.
But her eyes were covered with invisible things, and her mouth was tightly sealed, so she could only silence from the depths of her throat.
I just don’t know if she is begging for mercy, cursing, or simply crying out the pain.Suddenly I became interested.
What will you do if you pick up an unscrapped lottery ticket?
So I began to look for something that I expected to exist in the walls and corners of the ceiling at the high ground of the toilet.
The fat man poked for a long time, whimpering.
He reached into the girl's hoodie with both hands, kneaded her breasts greedily, and buzzed her mouth on the girl's cheeks, sucking and licking.
It’s a pity that the girl had something stuffed in her mouth, and he couldn’t enjoy her lips and tongue.
The girl's body was swaying back and forth under his impact, and the wrist was worn out by handcuffs and even more powerful. The blood was pushed back and forth on her white forearm.
The fat man arched his butt and stuck it hard in the girl's body for three minutes. He didn't even bother to lift his jeans.
He pinched the girl's waist and used all his strength to hit her for the last time, as if he was trying to stuff his cock into the girl with two eggs.
He held his throat and shivered, and shot the semen into the girl's vagina.
The girl's neck trembled, her waist thrust back, and the urine shot twice from her labia, and then it drizzled a little.
Her head drooped again, and her ponytail became even more messy, almost scattered.
The fat man's legs became weak, and he stood up straight with his hands on the girl's back. I seemed to hear the girl's bones clattered by him.
He randomly pulled the paper roll on the compartment wall, wiped his soft lower body for a long time, and then went to wash his hands.
He secretly came to see me while washing his hands, but when he found that I was staring at him, he lowered his head and quickly slipped out of the bathroom.
If I weren't here, this fat man might want to do it a few more times.But things may end here because I have found what I am looking for.
A camera hiding at the corner between the toilet compartment and the ceiling.
Open the cleaning cabinet in the corner and take out the mop pole.
I was quite tall and I easily pulled the camera off.
I pinched it in my hand, looked at the camera, tapped it twice with my fingers, and threw it on the sink outside.
The compartment was too dirty, so I took out the multi-function knife I carried with me, pried out the handcuffs in two minutes, and carried her to the compartment next to me.
She was soft and did not resist, perhaps mainly because she had no consciousness at all.
I also pried open the small lock on the belt on the back of her head. I looked at her bulging throat before and knew that it was definitely not a normal thing to stuff inside.
I grabbed the mouth plug and pulled it out, and pulled a soft rubber penis of more than 20 centimeters out of her throat.
Stomach juice, saliva and mucus that cannot tell what it is hung on it, like a huge worm.I threw it aside and the girl's breathing finally became more relaxed.
Toilet paper is the richest in the toilet.I grabbed two rolls, wiped the semen on her body clean, and then spread her thighs.
She was as unconscious as a puppet, and let me fiddle with her in a lewd position with her legs wide open.
This is nothing to her. As the first day of her breaking, she has enjoyed many men that women will never experience in their entire lives.
After being fucked for at least four or five hours, the vagina should have been much looser.
But her situation is completely different.
You can tell from the degree of redness, swelling and damaged vagina that it is precisely because she didn’t have much lubrication of vaginal fluid when she was fucked that the condition of her pussy became so miserable.
The swollen labia locked most of the semen that the man had shot into. I inserted my fingers into her, and the thick yellow semen was covered with blood, and large swells of them were flowing out.
I gently used my fingers to tamper out the white turbidity in her body. She let out a slight moan of pain, but she still didn't wake up.
Until I cleaned up the stains on her body, I didn't reveal her eye mask because there was no need for this.
I looked at the girl carefully.
The girl has a pretty face, especially her lips are very beautiful.
It was just because of the previous gang rape that my lips were not bloody.
In terms of the exposed cheek part, she can be ranked between second and third among the women I have seen.
Tears overflowed from the eye mask and covered her cheeks. I wonder if those eyes were charming. The girl leaned against the toilet lid, and her delicate belly was exposed under her white hoodie, then a small tuft of pubic hair between her legs, and her tight thighs.
I watched this piece of white jade exposed to the air without any warning, and it was inevitable that the desire would rise like the men just now.
I originally made up my mind to take down Tan Xiangxiang tonight, but my plan was interrupted.
So I can't help but think that it's actually good to make up for a meal here.
This naked and unprepared posture was placed in front of me, and a devil's hand would inevitably be placed on my back, pushing me down, lifting her butt, and then inserting her penis hard.
But I can't do this because I'm waiting for someone to appear.
He came soon.
The footsteps of the leather shoes gradually approached.The man walked away a little anxiously. After all, he had been hiding behind the camera, watching the lewd gang rape leisurely until I took off his eyes hiding here.
I let go and let the girl lie on the toilet, then walked outside the compartment and waited for him to appear in front of me.
A man of twenty-six or seven years old walked in quickly was wearing a fake bomber jacket and permed with golden curly hair.His cheeks were thin, his hands and feet were tall, and he was half a head shorter than me.
What are you doing?He raised his hand and grabbed the camera I threw on the sink in his palm, and spoke to me in a deterrent tone. He didn't even play with a woman, and his dick couldn't be hard?It would be fine if you don’t play, but what’s the hell out of trouble!
I handed a cigarette in his aggressive words.Before he could say filthy words, the cigarette stuck in his throat.
He had some gaze and could see that I was not the kind of person who could just say a few words to pass it.
So he stretched his head and let me lit a cigarette for him.
The atmosphere eased a little, and I didn't care about his swear words of taking care of his parents. He made money with kindness. If there was no benefit, don't go against others. I can still control it at this point.
Is this your product?I raised my head to the girl in the cubicle next to me.
What's not in stock?This is my girlfriend!How we like to play, what does it have to do with you?Are you going to go?If you don't get on, just flash it.
He shook his hand at me, revealing some intention of going around me and walking into the compartment.
But the cigarette butt in my hand pointed at his face just right, which made his subconscious mind hold on to the pace, although it was only temporary.
His words were still very rude, but my intuition told me that I guessed it right.
我说： Talents Ret Meat。
What?He frowned and covered his doubts with offense.
Finland's Ornhewood first used this technique in 2001.Talette
r råt kött is Swedish, which is probably the raw meat from the public toilet.If you hadn't told you that you had an old man, you wouldn't have done so well.
A little incredible flashed across his face, and it seemed that I was right.
right.He slammed his neck and raised his tone. I was here to tune the bitch, what's wrong?It seems that you are aware of it, so I advise you not to cause trouble for yourself.
Who is the one who teaches you this?I ignored him and glanced at the girl in the compartment again.
Sun Tianming.He issued a name in a little arrogant tone, my master.
I have heard of Sun Tianming many times, and I really have a reputation and fame in the mainland circle.
I have never seen him, nor have I seen his training results with my own eyes.
But now looking at the people he taught, I couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Because before this, I always felt that people with fame like Sun Tianming would not show off such superficial things.
I want to communicate with people of the same level, this kind of relationship is easy to understand.But now I just feel a little discouraged.
That's what he taught you?The discouragement in my heart made me say something I didn't know how to say.
Do you have any opinions?He stared.
So you just said, is it to adjust the bitch?So are you planning to use this method to establish a relationship between the main animal?When the female animal has not yet deflowered?
A series of questions made me seem less friendly.When a chef sees high-end ingredients wrapped in industrially produced chemical pepper noodles and thrown into old oil for frying, he will inevitably develop a little temper.
He was stunned by my question, but he still had a burr on his mouth: Can't it?
Many people can play with this kind of trick by tying people to the public toilet and gagging their eyes.But adopting this technology for virgins is a completely different story.
Taletter råt kött emphasizes the rapid destruction of the trained person's physiological, will and values within three to five days, and then rebuild it.But the focus is not on the former, but on the latter.What effect will your reconstruction plan have on your main animal relationship?Do you think that doing so will help her develop animality?
Me, I... call her a bitch, which means training the main animal?Who stipulated it?I am the master slave training!He changed his speech incoherently.
There is indeed no one to stipulate it, but for people who have real training experience, long-term professional habits will always make the words accurate.
Now anyone can see that he has no clear training plan and purpose at all. Eighty time, he felt itchy after hearing the training method and found an opportunity to have fun.
Instead of exposing him, I shot the cigarette butt in my hand into the compartment where the girl was gang-raped.The cigarette butt slammed into the dirt all over the ground.
Well, the master and slave train.I nodded, and then what?
Of course, it is to establish dominance and develop sexual desire.He picked a few words that were barely saved in his mind and was still trying to challenge.
The most likely one who has the interest in training is a rich child, otherwise there would be no more female resources for him to squander.
And a guy like him who has fucked many women and is often praised by others, basically doesn’t know how to write the word “introduction”.
Do you think women in the real world will be like those written in adult novels, and they will be fucked by men too much?People have fainted, so where can they develop sexual desire?I laughed.
He raised his hand and pointed to the ground, saying proudly: That bitch has been fucked, are you blind and can't see?
That's because of the injury to the urethra.I said coldly that the environment in the public toilet has aggravated and inflamed, which has triggered incontinence.Want to use Taletter råt kött for training, muscle relaxants, antibiotics,
Blockers must not be missing, otherwise you will be able to get a sickly rotten embryo in the end.
I said, kicking the huge dildo that had been inserted into the girl's throat with my feet into front of him.
The deep throat seals, either guarding the side or using hollow special props.She was lucky to just put a fake dick in like you, and she didn't suck the vomited stomach content into the trachea.If she was choked to death in the toilet with her butt sticking out and her legs full of semen, what would you do when the network administrator called the police?
He stammered, not thinking of what to do for a long time.I no longer have the interest to continue to circle with him.
Do you have her order?I asked straight to the point.
Ah…list?His temperament has been mostly exhausted, and he doesn't bother to confront me anymore.
How about transferring her list to me?
He raised his eyes: I'm not a business order.
That's just having fun?It's quite a waste.Give it to me.
He blinked and glared at me for a long time, not understanding my intentions.
But what he could understand was that things were completely out of his control.
So he raised his hand to me, took out his cell phone and walked outside.
You wait a moment, I'll go out and make a phone call.He said.
Watching him walk out of the men's bathroom, I also called Liu Hao for a brief call, then took off his coat and wrapped it on the lower half of the girl, and tightened the zipper to make sure no one could see the place he shouldn't have seen.
I picked up the girl and walked straight out the door.
When I walked out, the man was standing in the corner of the bathroom, gushing and not knowing who was talking to, and I didn't see me coming out with the girl in my arms, which was just right.
It was not until I walked out of the Internet cafe and went down to the first floor that there were rapid footsteps behind me.The guy turned around after calling and found that the two people in the toilet were gone, so he naturally had to catch up.
fuck your mother!You stop!He shouted behind me, "Are you the fucking thing?"?
He grabbed my shoulder's clothes, trying to stop me from leaving.
But three security guards have arrived on the first floor, and I just asked Liu Hao to call him.
Liu Hao probably told them my identity, and when he saw me coming down, he smiled at me.
Now the man behind me pulled me, the three security guards immediately stopped him, pinched his wrists and separated us.
They didn't want to offend customers either, they just kept stopping him and not letting him tear me up.The man was anxious and cursed behind him, but he couldn't get through.
Do you the fuck know who I am!Fuck you, let go of your hand!
The lobby manager next to him looked smiling and said soft and polite words to him, but the security guard's hands and feet were not relaxed at all.
Seeing that I could no longer stop me, the man shouted loudly in anger.
OK!You can do it, you're stupid!Your mind is full of highlights!She is mine, she has feet!Sooner or later, I will run back by myself!Don’t let me find out where you live. My buddy will come back and find someone to play with you!
I walked out of the club without looking back, stopped a taxi, and closed the noise mixed with filthy words outside the car door.
The driver was very worried when I saw that I was holding an unconscious girl.He turned his head to look at me: Oh, what's wrong?Drinking too much?
I said: Go to the Municipal Central Hospital and get started quickly.
When the driver heard this, he didn't ask any more questions and stepped on the accelerator.
Taxis are speeding in the night and lights of the city.I let the girl's head rest on my legs, looked at the bright and sticky neon light outside the window for a long time, and then called another phone number
The phone was connected, and an extremely familiar and unfamiliar female voice came from the receiver: Why did you call me at this time?Not suitable, right?
Are you on duty today?I asked.
Well...well, what's wrong?
I'll take a patient over later and I have to ask you to help me, okay?
What's going on with you!This night, our hospital now...
Can you help?I interrupted her.
The other side of the phone was silent for a while: Well, come here.Is it serious?
Not very serious.It will be there in ten minutes.You wait for me in the hall.
good.After she answered, she paused for a moment, and then called my name: Zuo Huan.
Um?
...Forget it, come here and talk about it.
Um.
It's midnight.
Even the most prosperous city south of the Yangtze River is gradually beginning to extinguish.
There are fewer cars on the road, and the road that is always slightly crowded has room to breathe.
The taxi was swimming under the swaying street lights, carrying her and me to the end of the darkness ahead.
When he walked into the lobby of the central hospital, Fang Yan was already waiting there.She is thin, so she looks tall, with her shoulder-length hair looking refreshed and neat, and her white coat is spotless.
She saw that I was holding someone in my arms and immediately came forward.
Come, come with me.
She originally wanted to push a bed to put someone on, but she gave up when she saw that I didn't have any effort.
She took me all the way to the emergency room. A nurse came over to help, and Fang Yan sent her away with a few simple words.
She knew that I just didn't want strangers to interfere in a phone call.
Rows of curtains are separated by beds.I put the girl on it, Fang Yan pulled the curtain and started to do basic examinations for her.
I stood beside me with my hands in my arms, looking at her calmly.
Fang Yan was obviously stunned after untiing the clothes wrapped around the girl's lower body.
She spread the girl's legs and checked her vagina, raised her hand and pulled a sheet to cover the girl, and then looked back at me.
This is the second time, Zuo Huan.There was some angry feeling in her eyes, but her tone was calm.Perhaps for those who are medical practitioners, they are naturally good at controlling their feelings.
Fang Yan's identity is my junior high school classmate, high school classmate, and the first woman I fell in love with.
In the second year of junior high school, she and I started a ignorant, intense, ugly and selfless love until I left the country in my second year of high school.
One day after I left, I stood in the darkness, and she stood in the sun, ending our relationship with a painful, three-hour call.
The young we were angry at each other, hurting each other in conversation as much as possible, and then many years passed by.
At this year's high school class reunion, we met again after a long time.
We smiled and nodded to each other, touching again with the maturity and politeness of adults, as if nothing had happened before.
During those days of youthful pain, I thought about countless questions about trying to attack her, but now I find that I have forgotten everything.
Perhaps because of studying medicine, Fang Yan got married very late among these classmates. She has only been two years old and has no children yet.
After the reunion, I invited her to have a meal alone, but Fang Yan would just call the other two female classmates together quietly.
The connection between us was very weak, but she did not really refuse to meet me.
We maintained a little bit of polite interaction on WeChat until three months ago, I came to ask for her help as I did today.
A girl who was training at the time cut her wrist due to some accident.
In order to avoid messy things, I brought her to Fang Yan.
She was surprised at that time, but she didn't ask too much, just helped me handle the troubles at hand very professionally.
I asked her to keep it a secret, and she agreed, so she and I once again had a secret that belonged to us.
As a thank you, I finally invited her and had a regular dinner with me.
Of course I did it on purpose to ask her for help.There are many ways in my hospital, but Fang Yan only has one.
An ordinary Sichuan restaurant with three dishes and one soup, no wine or candlelight.
She casually talked about the hospital's trivial matters, and I asked her about some medical professional knowledge that could not be found in the book.
A plain meal, without talking about the past, nor about family, that's all.
Fang Yan finished examining the girl, and cleanly prescribed medicine and infusion for her, and disinfected and bandaged the wounds on her wrist.
Nothing bad, just symptoms of dehydration and hypoglycemia.She explained to me coldly that her attitude was not as good as the family of ordinary patients.
It is best to get two shots of antibiotics and AIDS blockers.I ignored her attitude.
Fang Yan finally showed anger on his face: Zuo Huan, what did you do!?
I did nothing. I don't even know what her name is. She encountered something, but I happened to be caught by her. I said slowly.
Fang Yan frowned: What do you mean, are you doing bravely?
If you have to say that, it is not impossible.
What about the last time!?
The last time was a completely different story.This time I am meddling in other people's business.
Fang Yan's brows stretched out and her cheeks were slightly red due to excitement.She quickly calmed down and looked away from my face embarrassedly.
Sorry, I misunderstood you.
fine.Please help prescribe the medicine, I will transfer the money to you on WeChat.
Fang Yan nodded and left.
A better AIDS blocker costs 5,000 yuan for two shots.In addition to the miscellaneous expenses Fang Yan had paid for me before, I simply transferred 20,000 yuan for her.
Fang Yan came back with the medicine, with a little unhappy look on her face.I watched her change of color and felt it interesting and couldn't help but smile.
I asked her: So what's wrong?
Why do you transfer me so much money??
You can't pay for it.
Fang Yan lit her phone: Give me your Alipay.
If you have extra ones, just reply to me on WeChat.
Alipay.Fang Yan bit each word and stared at me with his eyes.
She could see my little thoughts clearly.
As long as WeChat transfer is left without confirmation, the money will not be returned; while Alipay’s one-way transfer does not require confirmation, so I can’t pretend to forget to collect the money and ask her for help last time. I did this once.
So I raised my hand and surrendered and gave her Alipay account.
The girl was taken good care of by her and fell asleep.Fang Yan took off her blindfold and I clearly saw the girl's face. That face looked better than I thought.
Fang Yan and I walked out of the emergency room and walked all the way to outside the hospital gate, at the slightly cool midnight.
I pulled out a cigarette to smoke, and Fang Yan reached out and snatched one from my cigarette box.I looked at her with some surprise and then clicked on it for her.
Thank you for your hard work.
Well, you'd better repay more.Fang Yan took a sip of the cigarette and frowned. It's so hard to smoke your cigarette.
Camel is my only favorite brand. Even after I came back, I found a channel to maintain my inventory.It’s just that this kind of cigarette is difficult for people in China to smoke.
I looked at Fang Yan: Of course, I am grateful and I can repay you. I can say anything I can do.
I just asked not to call me after 8 o'clock in the evening.
I naturally knew that she wanted to avoid suspicion, but I still asked deliberately: Why?Can't you ask for your help?
She didn't respond at all: Just say, can you do it?
able.
Zuo Huan, I remember you are a credible person.I remember correctly, right?
I smiled and didn't say anything.
The two of us stood for a while, letting the cold wind of autumn night sweep the corners and cuffs of clothes.My coat was still hanging next to the girl's bed in the emergency room, and I felt a little cold at this time.
I was about to say something, but I heard Fang Yan say again: Are you quite rich now?It's so generous to pay for someone you don't know.
She was still doubting my relationship with that girl, but I did not lie to her before.
There are limits to honesty, and now it is time to lie.
There is indeed a little money, and if it is spent on helping others, I think it is quite meaningful.
Fang Yan took his hand and looked at me squintly: What are you doing now?
Nearly ten months have passed since our reunion, and she has never asked me about my private affairs. This is the first time.
Didn’t anyone tell you at the class reunion?
Zhang Xiaoning told me that you are doing business, but didn't explain it in detail.What business is so mysterious?
There are some small industries overseas, and I have made some investments in the leisure and entertainment industry in China, but because I am not very interested, I have never been interested.Nowadays, most of the energy is to be a consultant.
What to consult?Fang Yan asked casually.
Marriage counseling, psychological counseling, etc.I continued to say half-true and half-false words.
Haha, I really can't see it.She made an ambiguous comment.
The girl who cut her wrist last time was the customer.I struck while the iron was hot and explained.
Oh... Fang Yan nodded slightly.These rhetorics string together the matter and she began to believe it.
I thought it was your little girlfriend before.She said.
client.I repeated.
Fang Yan sighed long: Zuo Huan, you should settle down too.Haven’t you ever thought of organizing your own family steadily?
I looked at her: Like you?
The question I asked was swimming between us, with a hint of sharpness.
This is not what I should say now, because it sounds like I blamed her many years ago.
I regret it when I said it.
But Fang Yan just said soothingly and gentlely: It's Ah.
Her response calmed me again and I felt glad that she seemed to have completely let go.
you're right.I'm looking for it.I snatched out the cigarette.
come on.
I nodded to her: I'm back home.
Fang Yan also threw away the burned cigarette butt: What should I do with that girl?She woke up and asked me to call you?
If she ran away tomorrow morning, she would assume that this had never happened.If she insists on asking me something, then you can call me over.But I don't think she won't.
Judging from her condition, it should be a serious sexual assault. I am considering whether to call the police.Fang Yan said.
Her situation is very complicated, don't ask about unnecessary things.Don’t put yourself in the good deeds, people only need to be responsible for themselves.So did she.I warned her.
Fang Yan nodded: I don’t care.If she leaves by herself, I won't contact you.
This is the best.
I waved goodbye to her and walked outside the hospital courtyard.When I stepped out of the door, I looked back and saw that she was no longer there.
I deliberately left my coat next to the girl's hospital bed, which gave me another excuse to meet Fang Yan again, and she would always put it away for me.
On the way home, I received a call from Liu Hao.
Brother Huan, are you home?
Not yet.Have you found out who that person is?
Alas, I rushed to the Dragon King Temple.That was Lao Yao's son, Yao Xiuwen.
Yao Wulong?I was a little amused and crying.
He owns the majority of Liu Hao's business, followed by Lao Yao, and the third shareholder is me.
Yao Wulong I have only met twice. A 50-year-old brother is very friendly. There are not many people who can twist the words "simple and sincerity" together.
He left a great impression on me, and I am willing to make such a friend more.It's just his son, he's having a lot of fun. I wonder if he has caused a lot of trouble for his father in private.
But thinking about it, I still have to play in the territory where I can speak, and Xiao Yao is not stupid either.
Don't tell Lao Yao about this.I found an opportunity to make a meal with Lao Yao and asked him to take Xiao Yao with me.He naturally understood when he saw me, and he would naturally calm down.
Hey, this is a good idea.
You can ask those network administrators to keep their mouths tighter.I'm going to go there these two days, would you say hello to them?
No problem, they all have to know the third boss.
Hahaha.
Liu Hao and I laughed a lot and hung up the phone.I took a look at the time and it was already past two in the morning.
There was a good night from Tan Xiangxiang at 11:30 on WeChat and an angry expression ten minutes later.I thought about it and didn't reply to her.
It's time to go home and have a good sleep.Let’s talk about tomorrow.
We have tomorrow to enjoy, which is the best thing and the worst thing.
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