Not everyone was as dim-witted as Senmasto. At least, the netizens on the Pianhua Wang (Film Clip Net) were not.

Once upon a time, software produced by the American DBE company had sparked a revolution in image processing technology, but eventually, even middle schoolers barely in their teens could point to a digitally fabricated photograph and denounce it as fake! The term "fake," in this context, meant that software had been used for artificial synthesis—a trick that required little technical finesse.

Back when that software first introduced the concept of layers, a young man named Hongchang Facai had once doctored the faces of four classmates onto the body of a Shar-Pei dog... Later, in 2008, when the Edison Chen photo scandal erupted, many of his loyal fans vehemently cried out to the world, insisting those photos were fake!

"Are you blind? Can't you even see that?" But Brother Chang just laughed when he saw it.

Though he didn't possess Fiery Eyes of Truth, distinguishing an original photo from a shoddy reproduction was instantly clear to him. It didn't require professional expertise.

Back when Zhenglong Pa Hu (Dragon Stalking Tiger) was released, it fooled so many people, igniting a huge debate online. Those who insisted the photos were real clearly suffered from cataracts.

There were plenty of amateur experts like Brother Chang. Perhaps they weren't experts at all, but simply understood some basic photography or digital imaging techniques, or maybe they just possessed a keen eye for visual inconsistencies that revealed flaws instantly.

So, when Senmasto uploaded those photos to the Pianhua Wang, the first person lounging on his sofa immediately bombarded the thread with a string of exclamation points, demanding if the original poster was blind, and questioning how those photos could possibly be real! Sen immediately replied, smugly, "Don't they look incredibly real?

I thought they were genuine myself!" The third floor immediately chimed in: "They are indeed lifelike, but the poses in a few of them are slightly off; there’s room for improvement in technique. Still, regardless, thanks for sharing, OP.

I've downloaded and saved them." The underground forums in France certainly wouldn't communicate in such a distinctly Chinese style, but the substance of the discussions was nearly identical. In any case, narrating it this way makes it immediately intuitive for everyone, right?

Sen's thread instantly went viral. Almost everyone who viewed the post felt compelled to reply.

Some saw through the photos’ authenticity, leading to shock, anger, or even elation. Others simply marveled that the images were so realistically rendered—a true masterstroke—and immediately awarded the OP points!

There wasn't a single reply along the lines of "My body stiffened, taking the points and leaving"—a first for the Pianhua Wang. The rather dense Sen didn't even notice this anomaly, instead patting himself on the back for not seeing anyone mention having seen these photos before—Look how powerful my connections are!

I got material none of you have ever laid eyes on first! As this fool was preening, the forum's technical and evidentiary members finally made their entrance.

First up was the evidentiary faction. One member zoomed in on a small mole on Irene’s shoulder in one photograph, pointing out that Irene indeed had precisely that tiny red mark on her shoulder.

The evidentiary crowd specialized in presenting proof; this member even pulled up a screenshot from one of Irene's films and a press photo to compare and substantiate his deduction. If the mole on the shoulder was real, it proved that the body depicted in the photograph wasn't simply grafted on, thereby confirming the photos' authenticity.

But the simple-minded Sen immediately retorted, "If you can swap out a face, adding a tiny mole is child's play, isn't it?" Then, the technical faction made a grand appearance. One expert extracted the EXIF data from the series of Irene’s photos and several others, publishing it in a reply.

This caused an uproar, and Sen hadn't the faintest idea what EXIF was! What EXIF data is—we covered that in previous chapters, so we won't elaborate here—it’s the information regarding time and aperture settings that the camera embeds in the file when a picture is taken.

Through this, everyone could determine the exact time the photos were shot! Sen, however, scoffed at this: "The EXIF data is also fabricated, without a doubt." While Sen was smugly showing off the photos he’d posted, his good friend Larry was in a state of shock.

Larry was a die-hard fan of Irene’s; he was slightly younger than her and had grown up watching her films. At fifteen, he was still an absolute virgin, having just developed a slight flirtation with a girl who somewhat resembled Irene.

The shock he felt upon seeing the photos his latest Trojan horse program had captured was immense. His ethereal idol, the haloed Irene Thorpe, was actually performing oral sex on a man with that dirty, ugly thing, all while smiling for the camera and taking such atrocious pictures!

Larry trembled with shock. He felt rage, injustice, loss, and sheer madness!

He couldn't comprehend how the angelic, pure Irene could engage in such acts. Which man had defiled his goddess?

He was a demon! Larry’s body shook, yet his subconscious involuntarily projected him into Wang Zhuo's position.

The pictures were so vivid, he felt as if he had transformed into Wang Zhuo from the previous night, with his goddess providing him with unparalleled pleasure. He felt an aching pressure in his groin, and what infuriated him was that the photographer—the man possessing Irene—was an East Asian.

His skin tone provided a stark contrast to Irene's alabaster white, especially his body hair: thick and oily black. This shameless wretch!

Why didn't he trim it? He must be a filthy, stinking brute!

Larry's emotions were intensely complicated. While he envied Wang Zhuo and wished he could take his place, he simultaneously cursed Wang Zhuo with the vilest language and was furious at Irene for not showing more restraint.

Flipping through the photos, he felt his own body twitching, nearly erupting. These pictures were utterly electrifying.

Watching the woman of his dreams cater so devotedly and sensually to another man was incredibly stimulating and deeply unsettling to him. As he reached the end, Larry suddenly noticed an issue: all the photos showed Irene servicing the man, but there were no shots depicting any deeper physical contact between them.

What was going on? Did they neglect to take them, or did they take them and then delete them?!

Refusing to give up, Larry quickly traced the source of the photos and initiated a historical search. He soon located photos Irene had previously deleted, and there, he found one of Irene posing with an East Asian man.

The man in the photo was short and slightly chubby, smiling shyly and bashfully. Larry instantly cursed inwardly, Damn it, I can’t believe such a sleazy guy managed to hook up with Irene, and even sired such a big thing!

Meanwhile, Zhao Yu, who had just spent a passionate night with an Argentinian woman the previous evening, sneezed violently twice. He figured he must have caught a chill from wearing too little clothing during his amorous activities, so he promptly found cold medicine on the hotel desk and swallowed two pills with water.

Larry didn't realize he was cursing the wrong target. Irene’s photo with her Chinese fan was merely shared on Facebook, and millions of people had already viewed it.

Nor did Larry know that while he was feeling inadequate comparing his own "weapon" to the one Wang Zhuo used to conquer Irene, his good friend Sen had just stirred up a monumental mess—the Pianhua Wang was currently exploding! Pianhua Wang was an underground forum, and one of its main sections was dedicated to posting and sharing these fabricated celebrity nude photos.

Although the pornography industry held legal status in France, this act of digital manipulation clearly infringed upon portrait rights, reputational rights, and numerous other equities. Consequently, the Pianhua Wang typically had moderate traffic and slow loading speeds.

Sen genuinely believed the photos were fake. After all, Irene Thorpe was such an adorable young girl; how could she possibly take pictures like that?

Right? So, after basking in his moment of glory on the Pianhua Wang, he completely forgot about the incident by lunchtime.

Discussions on the Pianhua Wang continued, and quite a few people downloaded and saved the images, but since the forum wasn't very popular and no one posted original works there, no one immediately reposted or spread the material elsewhere. But time changes everything.

By the next day, someone finally began posting the set of nudes on other forums. Gradually, more and more people saw the photos.

In the darkest corners, people who walk in the sunlight will eventually appear. Just as the national president has bodily needs and Little Dragon Girl has to defecate, the membership of erotic websites comes from all walks of life, including government officials and journalists.

This incident clearly had nothing to do with French government officials, but for the journalists, even the ones with the dullest news instincts, a goldmine had just appeared! When Wang Zhuo returned to Jiangzhou, the photos finally landed on the desks of European tabloid editors.

As Wang Zhuo woke up, preparing to go to school, an urgent call rang through to Irene's mobile. The female protagonist, one of the parties involved, finally learned of the massive scandal.

While Wang Zhuo walked along the fresh paths of the campus, smiling and greeting the newly appointed campus belle, Rong Xuehan, the European tabloids were unleashing a flood of news, making the story public domain. The prominent front pages of major English news websites were also featuring this story!

The secret was out! And Wang Zhuo, despite possessing X-ray vision that allowed him to penetrate minds, traverse barriers, and even perceive minute details, was completely unaware of the massive commotion occurring thousands of miles away in Europe and on the opposite side of the globe in North America.

Irene, who had just shaken the entertainment industry with the sea-fall incident, was once again thrust onto the crest of a wave, reaching an unprecedented height. As she reeled from the sudden crisis, the focus of public discussion clearly pointed to only one thing: —Who was that Asian man?!

When countless seekers of knowledge are focused on an answer they cannot obtain, an engine known as "human flesh search" is finally activated. RO