Chapter Three: Poisoned Bait and Burning Hatred in the Night.

Neon lights flowed slowly through the night like a blood-red stream. You stood before the full-length mirror, scrutinizing your makeup one last time. Smoky eyeshadow accentuated the depth of your eyes, and thick eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. Deep burgundy lipstick exuded a deadly allure with a light sip. Your long, wavy hair cascaded lazily over your bare shoulders.

She wore a black, low-cut evening gown with a deep V-neck that almost reached her waist, perfectly showcasing the curves of her large breasts, which trembled slightly with her breath. The skirt slit up to her upper thigh, revealing glimpses of her black stockings as she moved. Her 12-centimeter stiletto heels made her legs appear even longer and her hips even more shapely.

You turned around, your skirt billowing, a glimpse of black lace garter stockings flashing past. Perfect. This wasn't Long Qian getting ready; it was her sharpening a knife. Ah Zhong stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on you, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. Since that night, his gaze towards you held a possessiveness tinged with a restrained pain.

“Miss Qian…” His voice was hoarse, full of worry, “Are you really going alone tonight? Let me come with you, at least I can protect you from the shadows.” You slowly turned around and smiled gently at him. The smile seemed sweet and soft, but it actually concealed a sharp edge: “Ah Zhong, listen to me. Chen Hao is most wary of you now—the person I once trusted most. If you show up, things will only get worse. Tonight, I’m just a rich girl who’s looking for a backer, he won’t suspect anything.” Ah Zhong clenched his fists tightly, his face showing resentment: “But those men, the way they looked at you…it was too improper.” You stepped forward gracefully, tiptoed, and placed a kiss on his lips. Intentionally letting your chest brush against his arm, you immediately felt his body tense up. You chuckled and teased: “Jealous?” Your voice was as soft as silk caressing skin, “Don’t worry, I only have **** in my heart. Those men are just stepping stones on my path to ****.” He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something, but you had already turned around, gracefully picking up your handbag. Your high heels clicked on the ground, making a steady, rhythmic sound. You walked away without looking back.

The "Black Rose" nightclub was Chen Hao's favorite haunt. You sat elegantly at the highest point of the bar, legs crossed, your black stockings gleaming alluringly under the lights. After a martini, the **** quickly spread through your veins, a slight blush rising to your cheeks, and a deeper mist clouding your eyes.

Soon, several men approached you to strike up a conversation. The first was Chen Hao's underling, A Biao, whom you remembered; he had offered you cigarettes before. Now, he stared intently at your chest, smiling as he struck up a conversation: "Beautiful lady, are you alone? How about I buy you a drink?" You didn't refuse, letting him sit down beside you, his hand casually resting on your waist.

With each glass of wine, you deliberately moved closer to him, your chest lightly pressed against his arm, clearly feeling his breathing become rapid. Gathering information was so easy. Ah Biao, drunk, opened up: "...Brother Hao's been in a great mood lately. You wouldn't believe it, after he took care of that old bastard Long Chen, the entire South District is his!"

He's in the private room upstairs tonight too, I heard he brought a new young model..." You sneered inwardly, but feigned a coquettish tone: "Really? Brother Hao is that amazing... I love capable men the most." Ah Biao's eyes lit up, and his hand became bolder, sliding down the slit into his skirt and touching the inside of his black-stockinged thigh.

"Shh..." The sound of stockings rubbing together was almost inaudible amidst the loud music, yet it sent a shiver down your spine. Deep within your lower abdomen, that familiar emptiness returned. You bit your lower lip, forcing yourself to suppress it.

Your heart screamed: Long Chen, what are you holding back? This is just a tool. But your body wouldn't listen. His rough fingertips scraped against the mesh of your stockings, sending waves of pleasure shooting up your spine. You unconsciously squeezed your legs together, only making his hand penetrate deeper. "Beautiful lady, you're so sensitive..." Ah Biao chuckled, his breath hot against your ear, "To a private room? Let's keep it quiet." You didn't immediately agree, just looked at him with watery eyes, your red lips slightly parted: "Well...that depends on your skills."

He practically couldn't wait to pull you up. You followed him upstairs, your high heels clicking on the stairs, your hips swaying naturally, attracting countless glances. The door to the private room closed, shutting out the music. Ah Biao impatiently pressed you onto the sofa, his kiss landing roughly. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue invade, but your hand quietly pressed against his chest—not to push him away, but to control the rhythm.

His hand ripped open your dress straps, almost completely exposing your breasts. Your large breasts were dazzlingly white under the light, the nipples already erect. He lowered his head and took them into his mouth, his teeth gently biting. "Ah…!" you couldn't help but cry out. The pleasure was too intense; your body seemed trained, becoming wet at the slightest touch. Your back arched, your breasts offering themselves to his mouth, your long hair scattered on the sofa. But your heart remained cold: More information, please.

"Brother Hao...is he really upstairs tonight?" you asked breathlessly, running your fingers through his hair and deliberately pulling him closer. Ah Biao looked up, his eyes red like a wolf's: "He's...on the top VIP floor...he's in a good mood tonight, said he wants to celebrate...Beautiful lady, why are you asking this?" You giggled, flipping over and straddling his lap, your hips rubbing against his erection through the fabric. Your

black-stockinged thighs tightened around his waist, your high heels pressed against the edge of the sofa. "Because..." you lowered your head and bit his earlobe, your voice sweet and dripping, "I want to see him...can you take me?" Ah Biao's breathing became completely erratic, his hands kneading your breasts forcefully, leaving red marks: "You...you vixen...Fine! You'll have to serve me well afterwards..." You sneered inwardly: Deal. But your body's reactions became increasingly out of control.

His fingers slipped under your skirt, pressing against your wet center through your panties. You bit your lower lip, whimpering, "Mmm... there... be gentle..." He became even more excited, his fingertips parting the fabric and penetrating you directly. "Ah—!" Your eyes rolled back, your vision blurring instantly. The feeling of a foreign object invading deep within your womb made your whole body convulse, your black-stockinged thighs tensed, and your breasts heaved violently. It felt so good... no, no... I'm Long Chen... but the pleasure was like a tsunami, you gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh, your hips involuntarily responding to his rhythm.

"Haa...haa...deeper...deeper..." You hear yourself say these words, a mixture of shame and hatred overwhelmed by an even stronger female instinct. Ah Biao growls as he unzips his pants, pushes you back onto the sofa, and the moment he enters you, you scream, "Too...too big...it's going to split open...!"

His movements were rough, each thrust reaching its deepest point. Your eyes rolled back, only the whites of your eyes visible, saliva dripped from the corners of your lips, your breasts were deformed from the pressure, and your black stockings clung wetly to your skin. "Ah... I'm coming... I'm coming again...!" The orgasm came quickly and violently, your body spasmed intensely, your uterus contracted in waves, and the tidal wave of sensation made you completely lose consciousness.

He released, collapsing onto you, panting. Afterwards, you straightened your dress, your makeup almost flawless—yet your body even smelled sweet from sweat. Ah Biao smiled contentedly: "Beautiful lady, what's your name?" "Long Qian," you smiled sweetly, your voice still hoarse from the climax, "Remember to introduce me to Brother Hao, okay?" He nodded vigorously. When you left the private room, your legs were still a little weak. The clatter of your high heels seemed to mock your descent into depravity. At the end of the corridor, a man leaned against the wall, smoking.

Chen Hao. He wore a black shirt, collar open, revealing his muscular chest. Seeing you, his eyes narrowed, a familiar smile playing on his lips—a smile you once trusted most, now hated most. “Beautiful lady,” he spoke, his voice low, “alone?” Your heart pounded. The flames of **** burned fiercely in your chest. Yet, at the same time, the lingering sensation in your lower abdomen hadn't faded, the dampness between your black stockings a reminder—this body had begun to betray you. You smiled, walked over, your hips swaying slightly, your breasts heaving with each step. “Not anymore….” The night deepened.