Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Once Ling Qingyu cut off the communication, the man's eyelids twitched. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like what was about to happen.

He saw Ling Qingyu sling her rifle away, unholster her pistol, and begin attaching a suppressor. She glanced at him while fixing the small tube in place. "You don't need to do anything. Just cover my back; we've got some blood to shed."

The gloomy glow in her eyes sent a shiver down his spine, and he nodded. "Damn, wait for me," he cursed lightly, knowing he had no choice but to follow as Ling Qingyu's figure moved away.

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Inside the warehouse, a dim yellow light illuminated everything. Groans and curses echoed through the space. The people, caught up in their lustful atmosphere, didn't care about the dirty environment.

They were separated into groups: eight men and five women. Among them, one woman held a camera in her hand, gasping lightly, seemingly enjoying the live-action scene.

Some women had more than one man on them, their flushed skin reddened from the energetic activity. Sweat mixed with powerful impacts, enhancing the erotic scene.

Of course, this so-called passionate "romantic" event could have seemed consensual if not for the men's language and attitude toward the women.

"This is so damn good," one of the men groaned in pleasure. "What's the difference? How many times have we done this together, and you're still so reserved?"

"Brother, you don't understand. Only women who act reserved tickle our desires. What's the fun if they behave like sluts?"

"But man, sleeping with a prostitute has its own flavor too."

"Heh, look at her struggling," another joked, increasing his force and speed. "She's so flushed she can't even speak. We're making you, bitches, feel good, right? Right? Come on, answer me!"

The woman underneath wanted to argue, but her limbs were frozen, unprepared for the man's aggressiveness. Her body shuddered, twitching as her face contorted with pain and unwanted pleasure. She buckled and involuntarily responded to the man's attacks. Her friends were in similar situations; they were completely forced.

"Are you sure it's good like this? We fed them pills," one man asked hesitantly. "What if their bodies develop uncontrollably?"

"They weren't willing and weren't responding to us," someone explained. "How could we enjoy ourselves if they're not into it?"

"Don't worry about their bodies. Just vent as you wish. By the time their bodies deteriorate, they'll be out of our hands. Women are just like clothes."

In reality, the women had been coerced into accepting the men's humiliation and torture. Their stoic, unwilling expressions made the men even more eager to break them, both mentally and physically.

"Yeah, don't overthink it—just enjoy the moment. Remember the twin sisters we had fun with? They were so in sync and in love with each other. Hahaha... Those two fools actually believed they had a chance…"

"Haha, boss, now that you mention them, I miss that pair. They were perfect... A pity they're in someone else's hands now."

"Hey, we played them to the fullest and got our money's worth. That's a good deal," the boss chuckled as he focused on the woman beneath him, grinning and thrusting harder. "By the way, Little Duckling, are you upset we're not touching you?"

The woman holding the camera, known as "Little Duckling," shrank back and shook her head. "Spare me, Boss."

"Boss, give her a break. Our boys have f***ed her to the point she's become one of us."

"Look at her fidgeting—maybe we should try a new method to torture her…"

"Yeah, let her rest; she's been widened so much she could probably fit an arm in there." The men erupted into laughter and jeers.

Little Duckling blushed with shame and anger, her eyes numb from the pain and bitterness. What else could the weak do? Save these women too? She just wanted to survive. She had learned to accept this hell. Her survival instincts had taught her to please these men.

Her fate was doomed—it was better to serve this group than face a hundred unknown men every day.

She had also witnessed many groups of girls kidnapped and sold after days or months of nightmare. When would this ever end?

Suddenly, the only light in the room went out. "What happened?"

"Blackout?"

"Hah, this country always has electricity shortages. Don't mind it, Xiao Gou, go and bring the lamps from our RV," the boss ordered calmly.

"That's not yours, it's ours. YOU…" The woman couldn't argue anymore as he increased his pace, nearly making her roll her eyes.

"You're a beaten bitch. What's yours is ours," he twitched a few times and bellowed at his men. "Go, what are you waiting for? I don't want our party interrupted."

A man cursed as he withdrew and shuffled to walk blindly. The warehouse was completely dark, no light to guide him. Based on his memory, he tried to search for his phone and stumbled, hitting the furniture. "Ouch!"

"Oh, right? Little Duckling, show him the way with some light. Your camera should do the job."

The woman, who hadn't smiled for a long time, obeyed and resigned herself to her task. She was about to point the screen light in the man's direction when a louder crash sounded.

Bang!

The man groaned in pain as furniture toppled over, causing a mess.
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"F**k, Xiao Gou. Calm down. Our duckling will show you the way. You don't need to hurry because you miss your girl."

"Haha, that bastard…" The men laughed, but they stopped when they realized Xiao Gou wasn't responding.

In fact, Xiao Gou could barely breathe after being struck in the abdomen. He flew several meters before crashing into the furniture. Pain rippled through his entire body. He hissed, cold sweat pouring from his pores. The pain was so excruciating that he couldn't speak or make a sound. He almost rolled his eyes and fainted when a heavy weight pressed on his knees.

Click.

Oh no! A bone-chilling sensation spread, followed by another click. The feeling surged through him like electric shocks.

Wait, there were enemies. Somebody was attacking him. No…he wanted to alert the others, but his eyes rolled back, and his mouth uttered useless syllables as saliva spilled out. Finally, his body twitched, and he lost consciousness. Two continuous shocks annihilated his resistance.

"Damn, Xiao Gou, don't joke around. Be serious!" The men called out, their nerves on edge. They'd heard rumors of lingering ghosts and were getting scared, hoping their friend was just playing a prank.

However, two loud cracks raised their fears. It sounded like someone's bones breaking.

"Xiao Gou…" The men began to panic and pulled away from the women, who sneered despite their own fear of the unknown.

Uggh… Another choking sound echoed in their ears, followed by a loud bang. They'd be fools not to realize they were under attack.

"F**k! Don't let us see you…I swear…" The man who threatened no longer spoke, whining and collapsing to the ground, clutching his wounded body.

At the same time, Little Duckling looked around and shrieked as a shadow passed beside her. Her camera fell. She stumbled to the ground and scrambled away in terror. What kind of eyes had she just seen?

Four green eyes… "A demon!"