"Is that you, Simon? It's me, Uncle James! Have you seen Katya?" "Uncle James? Katya?" Simon was confused. It took him a while to process what he had heard. With a suspicious expression, he looked up and down the beautiful, tall, blue-eyed, and blonde woman in front of him. "You mean the woman with a mole around her mouth, who drives a Bentley?" "Yep, that's her. What do you think? Is she good enough? I hired her as your PA." Cheerful laughter came from the other end of the line. "Oh, by the way, I've wired some pocket money into your account. It should be in by now. Let's start with $20 million. If you need more, let me know. You've really suffered in the past two years…" "Huh?" Simon widened his eyes in disbelief.

The money of the lottery prize pool already exceeded 1.2 billion, and I took away 12.7 million. But it seemed that they were fine with it. The whole process took less than an hour. I walked out of the office, found a bank, and checked my bank balance. When I saw the several digits on the ATM screen, I felt dizzy and immediately held on to the wall with one hand and changed the password with the other. After everything was done, I took out 2,000 dollars in cash. When I smelled the banknotes, I felt a sense of relief. Damn! It was so good to have money! I didn't expect that having so much money would have me feel so wonderful!

"Breaking news: Hassan Yonge, a murderer who killed many women, was executed in Sea City yesterday..." "The murderer finally yielded to the law, and the wronged soul can be comforted." "The mayor of Sea City accepted an exclusive interview with our reporter and made a clear statement on the murder..." "Newsflash: One of the tombstones in Heaven Cemetery was damaged yesterday. It is reported that Cherry Joy, the late wife of the psycho killer, Hassan, is buried in the cemetery..." "Bad news appears in the suburbs, and the killer appears again..." In the past few days, the hottest topic on social media in Sea City was Hassan, the psycho killer.

It took Jason great effort to move his eyes away from that pair of beautiful eyes. As his glance moved down a little, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. The girl was probably standing on a low stool or kneeling on a chair. Her body above the legs was leaning on the windowsill. She was wearing a slip dress made of very thin and clear fabric. It was probably a pajama that a female wore only in her bedroom. Thus the wonderful curves of her body were totally exposed to Jason. She had a slender neck, lovely collar bones and shapely shoulders. Her fully grown bosoms popped up the dress like mountains. Her petite and slender body shape made the breasts extremely outstanding. The translucent fabric of her dress seemed to lose its function thoroughly. Jason stared at her with widened eyes. He could even see her silky skin under the fabric in the area where the dress was tight. He swallowed and continued to enjoy the feast for the eyes. Under the mountainous bosoms was the shapely arch of rib and smooth and flat abdomen. He got a strong desire to lift up her thin dress and put his palm on it and feel it. Moving his glance downwards, the cute belly button was not very visible, but Jason wanted to press his lips on it and lick it. And then, he trembled with excitement as his glance was going to reach the most mysterious and sweet area…

No matter how sluggish I was, I finally understood the meaning of being a slave he said that day after I saw all this. I would be a slave to serve women. My face was burning, rather I felt humiliated by Howard than what I saw here. Jane’s dress was pulled up all over, exposing her slender legs like white jade. I saw her purple silk thong with lace and fled the room at once. I was so afraid that I would shift to a wolf who had been starving for over 20 years if I kept watching... When I was in the campus, I received a text from Howard again, asking me why I running away? I replied him without a second thought, because I could not do it, exchanging my dignity for money. I thought that was it, I would stick to my bottom line until I fell completely.

I was a little embarrassed for a while. After she took an inexplicable look at me, she went downstairs with her things in her arms. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Watching her leave, I quietly brought the hand that had just taken her panties to the tip of my nose and sniffed hard. Lying in bed at night, I was still thinking about the scene during the day, and I couldn't help but wonder how coincidental it was that her panties fell out when I was about to pass there. It wasn't anything else that dropped, but something as private as her panties. What did she mean when she saw my strange reaction and offered to help? Could it be that she was really suggesting something to me on purpose?

I saw her fair-skinned body, her bosom covered with welts caused by squeezes. Panting heavily, she looked at me titillatingly. There were even spots of liquid at the corners of her mouth. Gazing at her, I involuntarily swallowed hard, feeling as if my blood vessels were about to burst. I approached her step by step, subduing my overwhelming urge to drag her into my embrace and tear her apart with all my might. But I was still somewhat shy. Having grown up in the countryside, I had a kind of artlessness in my nature and couldn’t even fix my eyes on the girl, let alone have sex with her in full view of so many people. The girl, having noticed that I was not moving, closed her eyes tightly, seemingly experiencing a sense of loss, her chest heaving in and out like waves. She was so winsome that I was bursting to get on top of her.

"Paul, don’t… Oh gosh…" Soft pleading cries were coming from a young woman in a seafoam-colored dress on the sofa in a dark corner of a private lounge in Rock Box, a karaoke bar in Wimborne. Her head was lowered and her cheeks were flushed. Even so, she did not try to leave the arms of the man holding her. "It's okay. Floyd is a wimp; he won't do anything. Look at him. He's still staring at us like an idiot." Paul smirked and glanced at the young man with longish hair on the other sofa in amusement, all while continuing to grope the young woman on his lap. They were at the get-together for Class 1 of the Broadcasting major in Landow University's School of Communication. Simon Floyd had brought his girlfriend, Heidi Cobb, to the get-together in high spirits, only to walk right into his nightmare. His classmates were having the time of their lives singing and drinking, and yet he felt like he was on the verge of suffocation. Nothing felt worse than seeing another man steal his girl.

It was dark, but Ray Jones could see that the iron door was partially open, and the walls were covered with black slime. He shuddered and stepped across the damp ground as a cloud of fine dust fell on his shoulders. Here was Busan. Ray had been here since a month ago, and there was a girl who lived next door to his place. But after the girl was found dead, he was considered a suspect and sent to Busan Prison. "She rarely talked and looked quite withdrawn," Ray explained and stared intently at the officer sitting across the table from him. The interrogation room was dimly lit, so the officer watched Ray closely as if a vulture was staring at its prey. He then said, "Tell me about her." "I have no idea... I didn't have much contact with her, to be honest," Ray murmured, feeling like he had repeated it a hundredth time. "And?" "And? And what? And she died!" People saw that girl's body in the locked bathroom with Ray; of course, they would think that Ray had killed her. After all, his fingerprints were all over the scene.