In the nightclub’s private room, Huo Ben sat on the sofa, a cigarette dangling from his lips, taking an avid interest in the few women before him.
To be precise, they were several women hanging up.
Their mouths gagged, their bodies bearing no clothing to cover them, they were bound tightly with red ropes, suspended in midair in various bizarre poses.
The red rope wound around their bodies, exposing their voluptuous Jade Rabbits and Gardens completely—some in splits, others kneeling—each pose intended to reveal their most shameful parts.
Clearly, these young girls were not there willingly, so their faces conveyed ferocious pain. They struggled desperately, but the cursed ropes severely restricted their movement. With their mouths gagged, they continually emitted groans like pained screams or angry curses.
Heizi rushed into the room, flinging the door open, but Huo Ben waved him off without even a glance and said flatly, "I’m appreciating art; don’t make me angry!"
Heizi immediately halted, well aware of the horrifying truth behind that calm tone—the slightest anger could be deadly. He could only stand there, watching as a man in his sixties, with the help of two women, pinned down a furiously struggling woman on the floor.
"Don’t do this to me... no..."
The woman, stripped of her clothes, cried out and writhed, but it was no use—the red rope wound around her long legs like a nimble python, slowly binding her entire body. After a gag was stuffed into her mouth, she could no longer utter any coherent words; she could only let the others fix the rope tightly onto her pale body.
As the old man tightened the ropes, her legs were pulled up to her head, her body forming a ring shape, and her hands secured behind her back, leaving her unable to move the slightest bit. Her twisted waist and the peaks constrained by the red ropes seemed bizarre, yet Huo Ben watched with a gleam of excitement in his eyes.
"The master indeed shows mastery, turning these vulgar bodies into such perfect artworks with a mere rope—your skill astounds me."
As the women were hung up, Huo Ben couldn’t help but stand and walk to the front, touching their bodies reddened from the binding. His eyes grew increasingly bright.
"The rope gives them a new life; each pose has a special meaning!"
The old man, adorned with a little moustache, smilingly approached the woman bound in a split, reaching out to toy with her overgrown Garden, "This one is a mother; she brings life, so I have her spread her legs, symbolizing the beginning of life."
Then he pulled over a nearby girl curled up in a kneeling position, "This is her daughter, representing the fetal position at birth, so she kneels to thank her mother for greatness, essentially showing the origin of life."
After speaking, he turned the girl around, her bare buttocks pressing against her feet, her hairless area completely exposed, "This spot marks where the next life will begin, hence these two are paired, and all the rest have their stories."
"The master’s skill is indeed exquisite, I truly admire it!"
Listening to the explanation, Huo Ben became even more thrilled, his hands roaming over the women’s bodies, even sticking out his tongue occasionally to lick their Jade Rabbits and Gardens, as if in that moment, his soul had transcended.
The women’s reluctant moans and falling tears further stimulated his nerves. Holding their skin tightly, he bit into their flesh, leaving blood-streaked bite marks on each woman’s buttocks, letting out a high-pitched moan before waving over the two women standing by. They immediately ran over, kneeled down, unbuckled his belt, and started licking his finger-sized weapon.
"Heizi, what’s going on?"
Enjoying the service of the two women, the content Huo Ben finally turned and asked.
"Boss, those siblings you wanted captured got rescued by a tea house owner. The ones who intervened are two tea artists, very skilled. When I went there for payment earlier, he said he didn’t know you, but you know him. I’ve just checked around, no one knows who he is, but someone saw his Land Rover appearing at the County Government Building this morning."
Heizi quickly relayed the situation and his findings, and upon hearing this, a cold glint flickered in Huo Ben’s eyes.
"He doesn’t know me, but I must get to know him—quite bold to bring two skilled tea artists... I think I remember who it might be, likely the soon-to-be-appointed Deputy County Magistrate and Secretary of the Discipline Committee. So it’s that kid!"