The liberation of women and gender equality are fundamental national policies, the very bedrock of the nation.

Yet, in daily life, while receiving benefits superior to men in some aspects, they still suffer unfair treatment in employment opportunities and numerous other areas.

In truth, this is a habit inherited from millennia of patriarchal clan society; how can such deep-seated customs be changed in a day or two?

In many countries across the world, providing sexual services is legal. Even in China, while it remains illicit, who dares claim it can be thoroughly eradicated? For every one discovered, another is punished; for every venue shut down, another pops up?

Even in the capital, right under the Emperor’s nose, there are opulent establishments like "Heaven on Earth," "Emperor’s Splendor," and "Flower City." In Sichuan, there was once the infamous "Bright Spot Teahouse" known for forcibly abducting women off the streets. And in some coastal provinces, the situation has escalated to a truly alarming degree.

The "Dongguan Style" sexual service was developed and competed for within this very social backdrop. In Dongguan, any establishment unable to meet the service standards of that "style" would simply see its clientele vanish and face closure!

...

Searching for the relevant keywords online yields results with astonishing ease: detailed explanations of service menus, flowcharts, price lists, and even accompanying suggestive images.

Since a beautiful woman was offering "free" services on a silver platter, Wang Zhuo wasn't one to be polite. He grabbed the tablet, found the relevant materials, and instructed Qu Jingyou to follow the instructions step-by-step!

Not only that, but he filmed the entire process with his phone, alternating between stills and video, clearly enjoying himself immensely.

Being drilled so rigorously by the younger man, Qu Jingyou steeled her resolve and decided to match his intensity. As the old saying goes, "Today’s humiliation shall be repaid tenfold tomorrow." Besides, she wouldn't have to wait for a distant "tomorrow" to exact her revenge; she could return the favor in just a few hours!

In short, it was endless training and filming: you ask for a handstand, she does a handstand; you want a slow, sweeping motion, she complies. He did as he pleased, indulging every whim.

Unknowingly, the time crept past midnight to past one in the morning. Downstairs, the two listening by the wall were stifling yawns, both feeling fatigued.

Qu Xin asked, "Do you think they’re done yet?"

"Probably not," Qu Feng replied with a wry smile. "If they were, Youyou would have definitely turned off the listening device by now."

The two men had been sitting in anxious silence for a long time. Qu Jingyou had decided to offer Wang Zhuo the "kneeling service" and had already switched off the monitoring device on the Sony player. However, before that, Qu Feng and Qu Xin had managed to overhear their conversation, learning that they were about to "light the candles."

Though deeply resentful and feeling they had suffered a major loss, the two men still highly praised Qu Jingyou’s professional spirit in sacrificing herself for the cause. They even joked that Wang Zhuo was a "romantic rogue under the peony’s shadow," but lamented that the price of such romance was excessively high.

"How long has it been now," Qu Xin chuckled mischievously. "If we wear him out into a useless cripple later, we won't even need to tie him up; we can just drag him away."

Qu Feng was about to reply when a sound suddenly came through the headphones dangling around their necks. They quickly put them back on, and upon listening, their expressions became bizarrely complicated.

"Damn, are they just starting?" Qu Xin muttered in frustration.

"Shouldn't be," Qu Feng said awkwardly. "Listen to Youyou’s voice. She’s already like that; how could they be just beginning?"

"She’s too uninhibited..." Qu Xin laughed dryly. "Why would she turn on the monitor now?"

"Perhaps to check in and let us know she's safe," Qu Feng shrugged.

...

Room 812: Qu Jingyou's long hair streamed around her body as she swayed like a small skiff on the ocean waves. Her eyes were already glazed over, stimulated by pleasure. At this moment, she could barely suppress her cries of ecstasy, perhaps not even remembering her own name.

She was kneeling on the carpet, her arms braced against a chair, allowing Wang Zhuo to press into her from behind, thrusting into the climax of her body, which was arched high. Her full flesh rippled with layers of waves under the powerful impacts.

During her dazed state, Wang Zhuo quietly activated the monitoring device on the player, offering Qu Feng and Qu Xin a live broadcast. From their conversation, Wang Zhuo had already gathered that this woman, using the alias "Yangyang," was likely named "Youyou" or "Jingyou." However, he wasn't concerned with that now; his sole focus was on enjoying her body, doing whatever felt best to bring him pleasure!

He noticed that the woman beneath him seemed to have a very low threshold for climax, reaching it easily, which gave him a greater sense of accomplishment. He treated her even more fiercely, driving her to the peak again and again until she was soft and yielding as a puddle of mud.

"Smack!" He slapped her undulating backside, leaving five distinct red fingerprints. Qu Jingyou cried out, but it wasn't a sound of discontent, but rather a joyful shout.

Sensing the heat was just right, Wang Zhuo suddenly accelerated his rhythm. Qu Jingyou immediately began to moan, quickly collapsing and entering a state of complete oblivion.

Unaware of what was happening behind her, Wang Zhuo gently leaned back, stretching his arms, and retrieved the bottle of mineral water she had swapped out from the table.

Meanwhile, the two eavesdroppers downstairs were stunned deaf by the sounds. The rapid thump-thump of impact blended with Qu Jingyou's sweet moans to form a thrilling duet. They could never have anticipated this surprise performance tonight—it was too spectacular!

Taking out the original bottle of mineral water from his bag, he returned it to its place. He opened the swapped, adulterated bottle and poured some of its contents into the water bottle Qu Jingyou had been drinking from. Then, he switched that bottle with Qu Jingyou's original one, completing this task methodically while his hips continued to move rhythmically. Occasionally, he would use one hand to stroke Qu Jingyou’s smooth, white posterior or deliver another stinging red slap.

Thus, Qu Jingyou’s water bottle became the tainted one, and the bottle he took away was partially filled with the tainted water, leaving only one uncontaminated bottle on the table.

But in Qu Jingyou’s mind, getting Wang Zhuo to drink that bottle of water was her final mission for the night.

Having finished his subtle maneuver, Wang Zhuo let out a breath of relief. He bent down, lifted the limp Qu Jingyou around the waist, and tossed her onto the bed.

The thick, springy mattress bounced her twice. Wang Zhuo walked over, laid her flat on her back, picked up his phone nearby, and straddled her chest on the bed.

Miss Qu, who had just started recovering from the aftershocks of climax, gasped as Wang Zhuo pressed down on her. Then she felt her head being slightly lifted, and a pillow was shoved underneath. When she opened her eyes, a wet, erect shaft was thrust into her face, which Wang Zhuo gripped and began stroking rapidly.

The word "color" barely flashed through her mind before a hot surge sprayed directly into her eyes, nose, splashing across her cheeks, eyebrows, hair, and ears!

It was warm, with a faint, fishy odor… Qu Jingyou savored the indescribable impact, feeling neither sorrow nor anger, only a quiet, deep sensation—so this is what it feels like...

Angry? Annoyed? None of that remained. She had even counted the folds on his erection with her tongue. She would treat this as a baptism. When one reaches absolute degradation, one becomes truly invincible!

Miss Qu sat up, flashed a bright smile at Wang Zhuo: "Well, satisfied?"

"Satisfied! Extremely satisfied!" Wang Zhuo, drenched in sweat from the exertion, panted, his chest heaving. "Go on, get me a bottle of mineral water."

The mineral water arrived. Qu Jingyou, completely naked, was draped over the sheets, her astonishingly large breasts naturally drooping like twin pears behind her.

Wang Zhuo reached out, took the bottle, easily twisted off the cap, and gulped down more than half of it in one go, then let out a long, contented sigh. Watching this, Qu Jingyou felt an indescribable sense of elation, as if she could fly.

"One more cleanup service left," Wang Zhuo said, reaching out to squeeze her chest, lifting his softened member slightly, and shaking it playfully toward her.

Qu Jingyou hesitated for half a second, then offered him a small smile. "Wait a moment, let me have a drink of water first."

She turned, got off the bed, and finished her own bottle of mineral water. Holding a mouthful of water, a smile playing at the corner of her eyes, she walked back.

At this point, Wang Zhuo felt a bit confused by her psychology. Logically, since he had already drunk that water, she only needed to stall for time until he fell asleep, then call someone to carry him away. Yet, she hadn't used any escape tactics or other methods to delay; instead, she had returned to complete the "cleanup service"!

Just as Qu Jingyou was about to lower her head to clean him with her mouth, which was holding a mouthful of cool water, Wang Zhuo suddenly remembered something and quickly reached out to hold her chin, stopping her motion.

Good heavens, he realized, that mouthful of water she was holding was tainted. Something that could subdue a lion was potent enough; who knew what adverse effects it might have on a man’s vitality? Even though this specific substance only caused temporary effects without long-term toxicity, if his manhood rested for a day or two, or if his performance faltered, the women back in Jiangzhou would surely misunderstand!

Qu Jingyou blinked her large eyes, questioning his intention with her gaze.

Wang Zhuo chuckled slyly and stopped her, saying flirtatiously, "Don't you know you have to swallow the water first before doing that? I particularly love the friction from your tongue."

Though it was a rather suggestive compliment, Qu Jingyou felt a flicker of pride. She thought to herself, so this is what the famed Dongguan service amounts to. Whoever marries me in the future will certainly be blessed!

Considering how much pleasure this brat had given her just now, she might as well let him have this final moment of "happy time." Qu Jingyou’s eyes sparkled as she shot Wang Zhuo a seductive glance, swallowed the water in her mouth, and then lowered her head.

Once again feeling the warm embrace of Qu Jingyou’s mouth, soft and warm, the tiny papillae on her tongue provided a tingling, comforting friction, like a host of joyous little sprites.

Wang Zhuo cradled Qu Jingyou’s face, which was flushed pink and moist with pleasure, with one hand, while the other gently toyed with her earlobe. He savored the meticulous cleanup service, watching his proud erection being carefully cleansed of all moisture.

In that moment, Wang Zhuo felt a touch of regret. Such a magnificent woman, a gift to any man, one capable of providing ultimate pleasure—what a pity she was an enemy. After tonight, he might never see her again, nor ever experience such thrilling indulgence. What a shame!