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This chapter contains some statistical content, not filler. In fact, it took nearly six hours to write this two-thousand-word section—enough material for three smooth chapters of "Red Sausage."

Fatty Dragon would claim his "One Thousand Cuts" plan had achieved half its goal, which certainly meant there was a record kept. Otherwise, with such large numbers, he couldn't possibly remember them all by mind and memory alone.

To be honest, over a year ago, his activities were still small-scale—chatting online for one-night stands, spending money on dates, occasionally playing "PUBG." The total number of women was only in the dozens at most.

Just over thirteen months later, his experiences had skyrocketed by four hundred—a near-daily addition. What an eventful life!

As listeners, Wang Zhuo and Sun Donghao, Cheng Gang felt no envy, but naturally compared themselves to this fatso mentally.

Sun Donghao hadn't met many women—only a few cats—to truly appreciate the differences between them, so he was merely amazed at Dragon's numbers. Cheng Gang found such life tempting yet feared diseases, his feelings contradictory and conflicted.

Wang Zhuo, meanwhile, counted on his fingers through his own experiences. Recently living decadently, he'd even lost track of how many women surrounded him...

At home, he still immersed himself in memories, savoring every flavor the women had given him, taking stock of it all.

Now halfway through their third year at university, Wang Zhuo's stay in Jiangzhou already exceeded two and a half years. He'd left his hometown still a virgin, pure as blank paper, awkward like an earthy bumpkin.

When he first arrived in Jiangzhou, though financially successful, his romantic life lagged behind the times. Half of his classmates had already left innocence behind by high school, some even changing partners multiple times. Rumors spread about secret group exchanges among them.

Later, Huihai the matchmaker appeared like a celestial messenger. His red house in Jiangzhou outshone even Heaven and Earth's most luxurious venues, with his subordinates acting as underground enforcers—ruthless and unrestrained.

Snatching women under broad daylight? To Wang Zhuo it seemed an atrocity from old China until it happened right beside him. The woman taken was Gan Lin, his new girlfriend. In a fit of righteous fury, he beat up inactive police officers, stole their guns, and single-handedly rescued her over thousands of miles.

Afterward came the natural union of body and soul. That night marked Wang Zhuo's first taste of womanhood and his realization of male sexual gratification.

Gan Lin stood at medium height—5'5" with unnaturally pale skin and delicate features. Not strikingly beautiful at first glance, yet increasingly captivating upon closer look. Her most mesmerizing quality? A pair of F-cup curves that made her a campus icon the moment she stopped playing down her looks after college entrance.

For Wang Zhuo, it was finding treasure—Gan Lin's transformation from ugly duckling to swan exceeded expectations entirely.

The second woman was Qi Fei. When they first met, Wang mistakenly took this water-like temptress for a mature woman, unaware he'd be the one who broke her innocence himself.

At their first encounter, Wang was instantly captivated by Qi's "towering, snowy peaks with deep valleys"—a description that didn't even cover her voluminous yet shapely hips. Her tranquil demeanor and elegant aura combined into a lethal combination for a virgin at the time.

After resolving Qi's ex-boyfriend problem, he finally won over the beautiful woman. From then on, his appreciation for oral service developed gradually as she had already dedicated several nights to pleasuring him before their final union...

It was Qi Fei who changed Wang Zhuo. Why do men love dating older women? Because of an elder sister's indulgence and lenience, because such a sister allows your wildness without pretense!

After Qi Fei, Wang gradually revealed his dominant side in relationships, no longer naive but taking control actively.

Gan Lin was Wang's peer while the 29-year-old Qi Fei was only taken when Wang was just 19—a ten-year age gap.

Wang Zhuo's third woman was Ji Qiong, his childhood crush from their same class.

Ji Qiong's mother suffered terminal kidney failure requiring bankruptcy-level treatment for her recovery. Her brother Jie Yunlei became an addict and gambler, leaving the family on the brink of collapse. Desperate to save her mother, she sought Wang Zhuo out in a last-ditch effort.

After curing both mother and brother's problems, Ji felt unworthy but bravely offered herself as repayment. To make that night unforgettable for Wang, she studied adult movies to learn techniques—successfully giving him an explosion of pleasure, exclaiming how professionals were leagues above amateurs!

The petite Jiangnan woman lacked capacity for Wang's physique, yet her passionate dedication still left lasting memories in his mind...

Everyone experiences beautiful misunderstandings at some point. Some people accidentally pull down a beauty while walking and end up marrying her; others mix wrong chemicals by mistake but create Coca-Cola instead.

Wang Zhuo owed one such misunderstanding to that quiet night in Taoyuan Village when drunk, he mistook Guan Yingying for Qi Fei—grabbing the wrong target entirely.

Though both beautiful women, their differences were obvious: Guan was tall and long-limbed with less pronounced curves compared to Qi's voluminous hips. One had a sculpted figure while the other boasted lush curves—the tactile sensations differed completely. More importantly, though "fresh grass," one was sparser than the other!

After that incident, Wang finally freed himself from moral restraints—"honestly" plunging into an unrestricted life filled with flirtations and carnal pleasures...

Selfless little witch Siyuan, forbidden love with chaste widow Ruan Mingqing, affectionate girl Anqi whose tongue could reach her nose tip, movie star Ning Yao available at his whim, exotic campus queen Xu Chu's layered waves, He Ye's electric fish mouth and carp tail, plus model Bai Lu's tiger tongue...

Counting through them all, barely ten. Including the unfinished encounters with Anqi and Qin Siqing brought it to twelve.

Was this number high or low? After long contemplation, Wang analyzed—compared to ordinary men he held an advantage, but against officials like Xu Sanduo or Xu Qiyao, it was nothing.

"Should I start holding back?" He laughed bitterly at his own absurdity, blushing as if embarrassed by his antics.

"Boss, your secretary is calling! Should I answer for you if you don't pick up soon?" A childlike ringtone interrupted these thoughts—Wang's personal secretary Fu Xinran, the cold beauty.

Though not looking at it, Wang instinctively associated Fu with her hidden warmth beneath icy exterior. Their last office flirtation had progressed to shirt exploration before his mad mosquito disease disrupted things—if that hadn't happened, he might've already "enjoyed" her by now!

Thinking about Fu's long eyebrows, sharp jawline, well-defined lips, and the freckle near her eye corner when she adopted a severe expression... Wang felt an overwhelming desire to conquer. A warm current rose from his abdomen straight downward.

Thinking with your lower half? He scoffed inwardly. Wasn't life all about fulfilling desires? Traveling famous mountains, savoring delicacies—why shouldn't the lower half occasionally take control?

Finding his phone while walking out quickly, he grabbed car keys off the coffee table and headed for the door.

"Boss, you haven't come to work in three days already, so I've had to call about recent operations myself." Fu's soft voice carried an unexpected warmth—a trait her icy reputation would never suggest.

Bending down while lacing shoes: "I'll review it in person later. Wait for me—half an hour and I'll be there."

"Wait, you're coming to the office?" Fu sounded surprised.

Wang shut the door behind him: "Yes, I'm already en route."

"Gosh..." Fu sighed into the phone, "Actually, I've already made dinner plans with two classmates. If we spend thirty minutes waiting plus report time, I'll be late."

Late? More like you'll cancel completely, he thought smugly, displaying his domineering side: "Let your friends wait longer or reschedule entirely. It's rare for me to find office time free; there are many operations requiring your assistance."

Even with good rapport between boss and employee, superior-subordinate hierarchy must be respected. Hearing this, Fu could only obey, calling her classmates to rearrange plans.

Wang arrived at his exclusive lab in BD's luxury tower half an hour later.

Fu was copying a stack of documents today wearing dark blue business attire—narrow waist accentuating full chest and rounded curves. Her pencil skirt, fishnets, low heels exuded sexiness yet professionalism. A snow-white collar added elegance to her already pristine figure.

The first thing Wang noticed was the extra effort Fu put into makeup today—lengthened lashes curled upward, carefully drawn eyebrows, shiny lip gloss applied...

Women beautify for those they please—the boss must be expecting him. Smiling happily, he approached from behind.

Seeing his suggestive grin, Fu thought: here comes another cheap favor!