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🕑 Added 2025-09-20 21:46:10 +0000 UTCChapter 29
Saturday came as scheduled.
A little after four in the afternoon, Fang Zheng, with a small bag slung at his waist, went downstairs. When he got to where the motorcycles were parked, he discovered every single bike in the compound had flat tires. Furious, he stood downstairs, swearing at the top of his lungs.
But swearing didn’t fix his problem he had no choice but to go look for another form of transport.
Just then, a taxi drove by. Fang Zheng flagged it down and got in.
It hadn’t gone far before a woman waved for a ride at the roadside. The driver pulled over and stuck his head out: “Where you headed?”
She gave an address.
“That’s just along the way, not far. Bro, how about we share? She’s a pretty one.”
The woman was dressed extremely provocatively: a sexy little tank top and a miniskirt that flashed an eyeful with each cross of her legs. The twin peaks on her chest barely stayed inside the scooped neckline, and when she leaned in to chat with the driver, it was all cleavage, the kind that made you want to reach out and keep it from spilling out plus, her face was the kind rarely seen, pure “goddess” level, and it had Fang Zheng worked up within seconds. He nodded, quickly scooted over to make space.
The woman wanted the front seat, but the driver insisted: “Sorry, seatbelt in the front is broken, you’ll have to take the back.”
She hesitated.
The driver added, “Not many cabs around, pretty lady.”
She looked up and down the street indeed there were no other taxis so she got in the back seat.
A light fragrance floated over, and Fang Zheng’s dick itched; he couldn’t help striking up a conversation.
The woman was cool, not keen to respond, but Fang Zheng kept it up, even brushing her legs with his foot.
At first, she shifted away, but after dodging him twice, she stopped resisting. That only spurred Fang Zheng on; his hand slid up her thigh, inch by inch, until it seemed just about to slip under the skirt that barely hid her rear.
When she had stepped into the car, Fang Zheng had noticed her panties sexy, skimpy string thong, the straps revealing far more than they hid of her tempting young mound.
Looked like there was a wet spot too?
If his hand crawled just a touch further, he’d be able to touch the delicious folds themselves he could practically smell the sweetness.
Suddenly, the woman moaned softly, then pushed his hand away, fanning herself, “So hot~ driver, could you turn on the AC?”
“AC’s busted, pretty, just crack the window.”
She didn’t move, still fanning, even pulled her already low-cut top a bit looser, cooling the breast that was already half-exposed.
Fang Zheng’s cock went rock hard he wanted to rape her right then and there.
But he was street-smart enough to know a real beauty like that wasn’t someone you could mess with without consequences; trying to rape her might mean trouble for his main business.
Still, he tried to ingratiate himself, hoping she might be up for a quickie if the vibe was right.
Then he saw several bottles of mineral water in a case at the driver’s feet: “Give us a couple of those waters.”
“Five a bottle, ten for two.”
“What, you rob people for a living?”
“You want it or not?”
“Yeah, give me two.”
The driver handed over the waters; Fang Zheng gave one to the woman, who flashed a sweet smile that made him feel ten years younger.
Parched, Fang Zheng opened his own and gulped half the bottle.
Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes and the rest of Fang Zheng’s water splashed all over him.
“Are you trying to kill me?!” Fang Zheng exploded.
The driver swore right back: “Who the hell needs your advice, asshole!”
“What did you say to me?” Fang Zheng bristled, leaning forward to argue.
“Cut it out or you’ll both cause a wreck,” the woman pleaded with a coy voice.
But after getting shown up in front of the beauty, Fang Zheng refused to back off, barking, “Pay up!”
The woman, trying to smooth things over, took a tissue from her bag and dabbed at Fang Zheng’s wet pants lingering a bit as she wiped around the tent in his crotch.
The driver flipped him off: “Pay your damn mother. I’m giving you a shot here, got it? Idiot, you’ll never get laid in your life.”
Fang Zheng, fired up by the woman's earlier signals, lost it: “What the fuck did you just say?”
Another hard brake almost sent him tumbling.
The woman snapped too: “Do you even know how to drive? I’ll file a damn complaint!”
The driver yelled, “Go ahead, bitch. Out here looking for men, wearing that slutty outfit, what, hoping to get gangbanged or what?”
The woman, furious, opened the door and got out, threatening to call the police.
Fang Zheng also got out, only to realize his waist felt oddly light his bag had slipped off.
He rushed back into the cab, fished it out, checked inside, and relaxed, slinging it back on. The woman was still arguing with the driver; Fang Zheng felt like taking a swing at the guy, but forced himself to focus and walked off, swearing, and grabbed a shared electric scooter.
The driver was still cursing as he rode away, but with Fang Zheng gone, the driver stopped, the woman got back in, and they left.
Fang Zheng soon finished with “Wild Chicken Bro” and rode the scooter toward home.
He needed to find a woman to vent himself.
Maybe it was the super-hot woman from before, but his whole body burned, cock aching and hard.
Turning a corner, he spotted a stunning woman by the roadside: pink sheer dress, a bunny tail plug in her ass, bunny ears, white stockings, high heels. She was idly playing with her pussy while scrolling her phone.
Fang Zheng’s blood boiled; he leapt off the scooter, tackled her to the ground, and shoved his dick inside her. He knew this street no cameras, full of illegal prostitutes.
Caught off guard, the woman struggled, but she was no match for a sex-crazed man. He pinned her, railing her wildly.
Half an hour later, he finally stopped after cumming three times inside her and managed to calm himself.
Just as he pulled out, Fang Zheng was kicked hard, sent sprawling.
Not long after, he was in cuffs in a police car.
I stood at the curb, calmly watching it all unfold.
The woman from the taxi stood beside me, body flushed, face red as a cherry. She clung to my arm, squeezed my hand between her legs, grinding her pussy against my fingers, gushing nectar down to her ankles.
The show was almost over.
It had been me who slashed all the tires in the complex; the cab driver was Zhao Yan; and that bombshell woman was Su Wan.
She was the most beautiful girl I’d seen so far.
Gu Ling was pretty too, though she was looking haggard these days. Her daughter Fang Qianyi was lovely sixteen, but still just a bit too young and way too fierce. Keke was on a different level, a cute-type beauty.
No normal man would see Su Wan dressed like that and stay calm. Even a man who didn’t want her, just looking at her dressed like that, could barely keep from springing a boner.
From the moment Fang Zheng came downstairs, the trap was set in motion.
I blew out his tires to make things tricky, arranged a meal just as he was getting hungry, and had Zhao Yan drive up to offer a ride.
Then it was time for Su Wan’s setup her job was to fire up his lust and drop his guard, and to give him the idea his own desire was to blame when things went south.
She cried hot so Fang Zheng would buy her water naturally, the water was dosed with aphrodisiacs.
To avoid suspicion, both bottles had the same drug, which is why Su Wan had ended up seizing my hand, grinding on the street.
Zhao Yan’s sudden braking was engineered so Su Wan could “accidentally” release Fang Zheng’s bag and swap it for the dummy we’d prepared a bag I’d purposely chosen to fit ten grand in cash, have a reassuring clip at the waist, but pop off easily when pressed. I’d even prepped a few other bags of different styles, aged them up, so a quick swap wouldn’t stand out to an anxious man on a tight schedule. Which bag to use was decided only when Fang Zheng headed out the door.
Zhao Yan’s argument, their stop, and the route chosen all staged, down to parking his car where sharing bikes were available and Fang Zheng was likely to grab one and ride off in a hurry.
Just in case, I’d arranged for Zheng Ruojin to stage a minor accident on his way home, but Su Wan’s plot went off so well that it wasn’t needed.
When Fang Zheng set off on the scooter, with a mind full of sex and anger, he was destined to run into the prostitute we’d placed on the lane dressed and waiting on my request.
But the real linchpin was that this prostitute was also a registered sex slave.
To ensure Fang Zheng ended up in her path, I’d had Zheng Ruojin ride her own e-scooter ahead of him, leading him close to the mark before pulling away and entering a nearby shop.
By then, Fang Zheng was minutes from home and entirely predictable.
So step by step, led by his own cock, he fell into the final trap: raping a working sex slave.
She really was a prostitute; with looks like that she’d only be on the street for special clients, and her owner was happy to rent her out, but in a city of tens of millions, it’s not hard to find someone whose owner is scummy and lets their slave work for hire, especially for someone like Fang Zheng eager but not that rich.
I’d contacted the prostitute’s owner, set up the time and place for her to be waiting for “me.” She didn’t know that I wouldn’t be the first to see her.
Neither the slave nor her owner had any inkling it was a setup; she assumed it was fate. Her lewd tattoo was right on her arm, plainly visible. No one would dare rape a sex slave except someone so far gone in lust he wasn’t thinking straight.
Even if she was only used by one person that day, her owner was furious, planning to squeeze money from Fang Zheng. But I wasn’t going to let it end there someone delivered a copy of the street video to the owner: in it, two bystanders can be heard discussing Fang Zheng and his gambling debts, whispering that he owes hundreds of thousands.
No, I didn’t take that video.
Once the slave’s owner realized there was no real money to be squeezed, and saw what had happened to his property, he opted to call the cops.
Fang Zheng had been planning to pay his back taxes and fines on Friday, but when he learned he’d have to refund all of Qianyi’s school fees if she withdrew, he hesitated.
He’d found out that Qianyi’s prostitution earned more than Gu Ling’s; he actually wanted to get her back, have her earn more, since she was younger, healed faster not like Gu Ling, who after a gangbang looked half-dead for days.
He was mulling things over and tidying up the house, planning to sell mother and daughter off for more next time. That, at least, saved me some trouble.
Gu Ling was still being held by the tax authorities, which kept her safe.
Fang Zheng, in the grip of madness and lust, had no women at home to use so rape was his only outlet.
Now that it was all over, I finally relaxed. Su Wan’s pussy juices had already soaked my hand. She blushed, eyes glistening, and whispered shyly, “M-master I did pretty well today, didn’t I”
I nodded.
At that moment, Zheng Ruojin asked, “Finished?”
I shook off Su Wan, nodded at Ruojin, and started to walk toward her. Su Wan, aggrieved, let out a soft “Nnngh~” and immediately stuck to me again.
I shot Su Wan a look; she stumbled half a step back, saying, “I I want to… help Master… clean your hand…”
She tried to hold my hand but was afraid I’d be mad, tears welling up.
Zheng Ruojin kicked me, so I finally lifted my hand, offering it to Su Wan.
Su Wan immediately grabbed my hand, “Thank you thank you, Master thank you, Ruojin~” Then she started sucking and licking my fingers, as if cleaning off a cock.
Ruojin gently pulled my other hand, saying, “Sorry I couldn’t be more help~”
“How could you say that? You did so much prep whether it was needed or not, you helped a lot. How should I thank you? I’m broke, you know.”
She giggled behind her hand, glanced at Su Wan gazing up with worshipful eyes as she worked my fingers over, and said, “Why don’t you go take care of Su Wan first~”
I pulled my fingers out of Su Wan’s mouth, but she didn’t want to let go her head following after my hand, only releasing it when she saw my frown.
Not stopping, Su Wan tore off her dress, flopped to her knees, and held up her tank top, “Master your bitch will wipe it clean for you”
She very carefully cleaned my hand with her clothes, murmuring, “Master I’m sorry Master Master Master~”
Watching her, Ruojin softened, “Anyway, she really worked hard today and she drank the aphrodisiac if she holds back much longer, it’ll mess her up.”
I withdrew my hand; Su Wan let out a panic-stricken “Ah no!” as if I’d taken away her favorite toy, but quickly clapped her mouth shut and knelt obediently.
I said flatly, “Yeah, it’s not like she’s not getting fucked didn’t Zhao Yan want her? She’s the one who refused. She chose this; I didn’t force her.”
Su Wan, flushed and sweating, hugged her tank top, trembling.
Ruojin wanted to intervene, but seeing my scowl, swallowed her words.
I tried to help Su Wan up, but she was feverishly hot and wouldn’t rise.
I sighed, “Thank you for today. If you ever need my help, just ask. Shall I call you a cab?”
She grabbed my trouser leg, shaking her head.
I steeled myself, jerked her off, and said to Zheng Ruojin, “Well, forget it. Let’s go home, Ruojin.”
Ruojin wouldn’t move, Su Wan immediately grabbed my leg.
Ruojin, anxious but seeing I was at my limit, said softly, “If you leave her here, she’ll get gangbanged.”
“How the hell is that my problem!?”
I felt Su Wan shudder at my words.
I finally managed to shake free surprisingly easily, and heard the sound of Su Wan collapsing to the pavement.
Ruojin rushed to help her and found that Su Wan had fainted, her face wet with tears and blood at the corner of her mouth.
Ruojin, now angry, looked up at me, “If you keep this up, I’m going to get pissed too!”
Seeing Su Wan had bitten through her lip, I sighed, scooped her up, hauled her into a car, and sped for the hospital.
Thanks to the doctors, Su Wan was soon out of danger but I got chewed out like a dog.
I took my scolding without protest.
As soon as Su Wan stabilized, I left.
Ruojin was really mad this time and stayed to look after Su Wan, not coming home.
So long as Su Wan was safe, no need to worry; someone would look after her.
I texted Zhou Ting.
A few days before, to dig up info on “Wild Chicken Bro,” I’d gotten his number. Besides the Lin family, Zhou Ting was my only real ally.
Even if I hated it, I wasn’t about to involve Keke in this.
As for Su Wan two nights ago, I came home to find her kneeling outside my door. She must’ve heard something from Zhou Ting and come to see me.
Took a while, but I failed to chase her away, so I just ignored her.
But in the middle of the night, Shen Li woke me: Su Wan was still kneeling outside.
I came out and opened the door by then Su Wan was half-passed-out.
I wanted to call Zhou Ting to take her, but Su Wan stopped me, saying she’d already cut things off with him.
Yeah, right.
I was about to call anyway, but Keke came out, sleepily told Su Wan, “Come inside, whatever it is, do it tomorrow, don’t keep me and Master up.”
Then she dragged me back to bed, and Su Wan returned to the house as if nothing had happened.
Later next afternoon, Su Wan volunteered to play the role I'd originally planned for Ruojin, and Ruojin would do what I'd meant for Shen Li.
I eventually agreed after all, compared to Ruojin, Su Wan was harder to resist, and it was better not to drag Shen Li into any more trouble.
That’s how today’s game happened.
Back home from the hospital, I found Qianyi studying with Keke. Smart as she was, she’d catch up soon.
I collapsed on the sofa. Shen Li brought water, knelt by me, and gave me a massage.
She knew what I'd done today but tactfully said nothing.
Sitting on my lap, her short skirt bunching to show off her plump mound between her thighs, she massaged my shoulders and murmured, “Mr. Yu you’ve got the meeting with Mr. Lin tomorrow”
I nodded, “Mm, I know.”
“You look tired.”
“Too much going on.”
She leaned down, all but laying on me, hiked up her shirt, and massaged my chest with her soft, full breasts. No one wore bras at home made it easy for me to touch and play with them at any time.
“Would you like a full-body oil massage?”
Her question made me think of Su Wan’s naked, body-to-body massages for Zhou Ting. I asked, “You know how?”
“I’m learning Anything that can serve others I want to know”
“And sex?”
Blushing, she said, “I’m not great at it yet But I’m trying only...”
“What?”
“But I can't really... do sex alone~” She looked at me with longing eyes.
She added, “Mr. Yu~ do you not like having sex with me?”
“How could you say that?”
“Then why, when I tempt you like this, nothing~?”
I patted her head gently, “A lot’s happened these days, I’m tired it’s not you. You're great, your pussy’s great, I love it. You’re going to get plenty more.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
She snuggled in, delighted this pervert’s happiness depended on getting fucked.
I squeezed her bottom, “I want to kiss.”
She asked, “Who do you want? Miss, or...?”
“Why not you?”
“Me? I can?”
Stroking her lips: “Only if you want to.”
“I want to, of course mmm” She leaned in for a clumsy, eager kiss.
At twenty, everything about her was sweet pussy, lips, everything. I savored her tongue; her kissing was inexperienced, but burning with emotion.
Suddenly she broke away, “Wait ”
“What? Something wrong?”
“No it’s just I want to taste even more of your saliva Mr. Yu can you pin me underneath you? I like being held down”
I rolled to my side and let her rest in my arms, “I’ll pin you next time~”
“Good I’m underneath anyway”
“You should learn to take the lead sometimes.”
“I know but right now, this is what I want being held under you the feeling from last time, when you pinned me and fucked me in the shower I’ll never forget~”
I stroked her cheek, “Will you do me a favor too?”
“Anything I promise”
“When I’m playing with you, call me ‘master.’ Even if you want it, call me master.”
She looked at me, “You want to be my master?”
“Who could say no to such a cute little bitch?”
“M-master~”
She was clearly excited, her voice trembling, and she kissed me again, more passionately. Her sweet lips soothed my tired heart.
Not long after, Zheng Ruojin came home.
Sure enough, Zhou Ting had stayed to care for Su Wan.
From her look, Zhou Ting clearly cared a lot about her.
She came to help scrub my back in the shower, whispering, “Sorry~”
I swatted her ass.
That night, I couldn’t sleep well after all, the game wasn’t over. Not until I got the final result next morning did I finally let go of my worries.
That night, someone broke into the Fang house and took away Fang He.
He never came back.
Of course, that wasn’t something I’d arranged; I’m a perfectly law-abiding citizen.
But even a slow guy like “Wild Chicken Bro” would notice if Fang Zheng paid him with counterfeit bills.
And after paying, then getting arrested, if it were me I’d assume Fang Zheng had tried scamming me at the very least, I’d want to take it out on someone.
Still, with Fang Zheng arrested, the only target left to vent on was Fang He.
