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The city lights flickered on—Clearview City's western suburbs.
Dawnridge Manor—a lavish villa with elegant, tranquil surroundings and lush greenery. Winding corridors and soaring eaves, ornamental rock gardens and babbling brooks dotted the landscape. The villa itself was completely shrouded by verdant trees, and as dusk fell, the master bedroom glowed under a dazzling crystal chandelier. Every piece of furniture was imported European luxury, radiating opulence. Yet, this was just one of five villas owned by Howard Kay, the chief of Clearview City's police.
The rich aroma of red wine mingled with the scent of cigars in the bedroom. At that moment, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties—wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist—sat there. His hair was thinning, his build short and stout, sporting a saggy paunch. He wore thick black-rimmed glasses, and behind the lenses, his small eyes glimmered with a sly, lecherous light.
This man was none other than Howard Kay, the chief of Clearview City's police, fresh from his "Outstanding Individual in Police Excellence" report meeting. As soon as the conference ended, he eagerly drove over to this villa at Dawnridge Manor. He'd already showered and was now lounging on an Italian leather sofa, sipping two-year-old Lafite red wine, puffing on a Cuban Havana cigar, eyes half-closed in a smoky haze, listening to a rousing Russian march—waiting for someone.
Inside the bathroom, Joanna Gong stood naked under the shower, her face weary. Warm water cascaded over her full, beautiful chest, tracing the flawless curves of her delicate body. She sobbed silently, trembling as crystal tears mingled with the steaming water and trickled onto the floor.
She remembered what Howard Kay had said to her in his office at the police station earlier that day, after he closed the door—
"Joanna, if you really want to pay off your father's debts, there is a way! But whether you accept it or not—that's up to you."
"Really? As long as I can pay off my family's loan shark debts, I... I'll do anything."
"Mhm, you're truly a filial child. I adore girls like you—so dutiful, so pretty, and most of all, so well-developed. It's enough to make anyone feel protective, you know? Not bad, not bad at all. You really do have the assets to pay off those debts! But Joanna, you're a college student, you understand how things work. My method requires you to make some sacrifices. You know the basic rule of the world, right? No pain, no gain."
"Chief Kay, please—just be direct! As long as my dad's debts can be paid, no matter what you want me to do, I'll do it! Whatever it takes, I'm willing! I just want my dad back, and for my mom to stop living in fear—"
"Heh heh—such a good girl. Let me tell you, I really do have the power to solve your father's debt problem. Joanna, you know, the moment I first saw you, I liked you from the bottom of my heart. You make me feel young again! I don't want to spell it out, you're a smart girl—you know what to do. Here, this is the key to my villa at Dawnridge Manor in the western suburbs. Go there and wait for me. Once my meeting's over, I'll head straight there. Make sure you're squeaky clean—I love my girls fresh and tender. Don't let me down! Heh heh—"
With a suggestive grin, Howard Kay pulled a set of keys from his briefcase and handed them to Joanna Gong, taking the chance to squeeze her soft, delicate hand. He couldn't help but praise, "Nice, very nice. Heh, tonight, let's play husband and wife for real!"
With that, Howard Kay opened the office door. Joanna Gong picked up the villa keys, knowing her fate was changing at that very moment. But did she really have a choice?
As the warm water flowed over her body, blooming like a flower in full glory, Joanna Gong pictured Shawn Young in her mind. She knew that after tonight, she and Shawn might become strangers forever. The thought broke her heart, and she bowed her head, shoulders shaking as she cried softly.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Howard Kay pulled a bottle of 'Indian Magic Oil' from the cabinet and began rubbing it on his limp, ugly manhood. Fantasizing about Joanna Gong's gorgeous, voluptuous body, he thought she was way hotter than any of his other four college mistresses. The excitement surged, and his flabby member sprang to life, a long-lost urge flooding his mind. He stood up, opened the bedroom door, and headed for the bathroom—he couldn't wait any longer. The idea of getting it on in the shower sounded like a blast.
He quickly reached the bathroom door, hearing the splash of water inside. Images of a snow-white, voluptuous female body flashed in his mind, especially those curves that made his heart race. His manhood burned with desire—he needed release, and he wanted it hard. Howard Kay couldn't hold back and started banging on the bathroom door: "Joanna, why's your shower taking so long? Time is money, you know! How about you open up and we take a nice couple's bath together? It'll be a blast!"
Hearing his voice, Joanna Gong panicked instinctively. She'd prepared herself mentally, but now, faced with the reality, she was terrified. The thought of being defiled by this short, pudgy man old enough to be her father made her heart bleed. She hurriedly shut off the shower, grabbed a clean white towel, wrapped it around her trembling body, and stammered, "I-I'll be out soon, just... just wait a minute—"
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"C'mon, Joanna, it's not about waiting anymore—I'm burning up over here! Hurry up and open the door, let me in! Let's have a steamy shower together, it'll be amazing!" Howard Kay, one hand gripping his hard, burning manhood, the other pounding on the bathroom door, shouted excitedly like a rutting boar.
"J-just hold on a little longer, I'll be out soon!" Joanna Gong kept stalling, her heart sinking in despair but unwilling to face the harsh reality just yet.
"Hold on, my ass! Open the damn door, I want it rough tonight! If you won't open up, I'll do it myself! You'll see what I'm made of!" Howard Kay, totally consumed by lust, tossed aside his towel and started kicking the bathroom door with all his might.
Bang—bang—bang! Howard Kay unleashed a barrage of heavy kicks on the bathroom door, splitting it with cracks. He'd been a detective once, after all, and though years of booze and women had drained his strength, his lust-driven power was still pretty beastly.
"Hahaha—Joanna, taking a shower with a virgin like you is one of life's greatest pleasures! My sweet little darling, just stay put in there—I'm coming in, and I'll take you from behind, it's gonna be amazing! Heh heh—" Howard Kay snickered obscenely, mustering all his strength for a final kick—BANG!! The bathroom door finally burst open.
Seeing Joanna Gong's terrified face as she backed up against the wall, her ample chest wrapped in a towel and heaving with nervous breaths, her long, round, snow-white legs sent Howard Kay's senses into overdrive. His breathing quickened, adrenaline spiked, and a wicked animal urge surged inside him. Eyes flashing with a predatory gleam, his bulky frame lunged at Joanna, arms outstretched to grab her.
"Ah—!" Joanna instinctively ducked her head and sidestepped, making Howard Kay miss completely. He couldn't stop himself and slipped, crashing into the bathroom wall. He quickly braced himself with his hands, avoiding a full fall, but his manhood slammed into the edge of the tub, sending a wave of agony through his body that made him bare his teeth and suck in a sharp breath.
Seizing the moment, Joanna darted out of the bathroom. Howard Kay, left clutching his bruised manhood, cursed furiously: "Damn it! Joanna Gong, you bitch! Don't think you can get away with this! If you keep playing games, your father's problem won't get solved, and tonight, I'm taking you! Get your ass on the bed, spread your legs, and get ready for my punishment! Don't test my patience—got it!?"
Joanna Gong, hearing his words, shuddered. She realized there was no escaping this miserable fate. Despairing, she glanced up at the dazzling chandelier overhead, tears streaming down her cheeks. She walked into the bedroom, climbed onto the big bed, clenched her hands to her chest, shut her eyes, and waited for the nightmare to begin.