The night was misty, inside a huge dance floor of the luxurious Crown Club in the capital, an enchanting body was dancing, her seductive makeup with a brimming light attracted men to her side in droves, the S-shaped hot body was unmistakably displayed in her hot gaze. The gorgeous light hit, shining right onto her milky-white skin. She was wearing a mask of flamingo, and a wrap-around skirt, which was so short that you could almost see her black lace bottom. With the rhythm of the music, her flirtatious soulful eyes became shinier. Her body was almost perfect, many men around her screaming loudly, and even some people swallowing hard to hide their strong desire inside.

Her well-proportioned and firm thighs were skillful at dancing enthusiastically, and her whole body was soft like a snake. With a faint smile, she looked blankly at the men who were crazy about her.

Suddenly the music changed to a heated dance with a Spanish bullfighting style, and her dance steps went haywire. She searched for her dance partner with a rattled look, and amid the screams of the crowd, a man with a mask jumped onto the stage. His upright figure suddenly stood in front of the crowd, which made the woman surprise. The man looked at her hot figure, smiled gently, and with a hook of his long arm, he brought her into his arms. She struggled to avoid it but was held by the man. They stuck together in an extremely ambiguous position. The man moved closer to her ear, smelling her body’s rose perfume, and said ambiguously, "I've been watching you for a long time!" With that, his body openly rubbed against her plump buttocks, her body stiffened, her eyes suddenly darkened, and she stretched out her well-proportioned, firm thighs to kick toward his crotch.

He smiled enchantingly and only gently reached out and grabbed her attractive ankle into his hand, and he gently sniffed it, "Such an attractive ankle, it's a pity if it kicks people!"

The woman was furious, but this was the stage, and she did not dare to fight with him openly. She clamped the man's arm, dragging the man back towards the backstage. She glared into the darkness, and several dancers dressed in scantily clad soon jumped out, causing a shout from the crowd, and the woman had dragged the man backstage.

The front was still clamoring, but the woman's eyes became bitterly cold. She raised her hand and hit the man in the face, but the man pushed it away without a trace. His hands involuntarily attached to her breast, and he took deadly control of her neck. He held her in his arms and swallowed her red lips into his mouth, a sweet aroma spread into his mouth, provoking his body to become hotter and hotter and he was unable to control himself.

"Damn it!" He cursed as she struggled fiercely, trying to escape.

Her ruthless eyes fell on his features, and her pink fist steeply hardened like iron, striking hard towards his waist at the vitals, forcing him to retreat half a step away from her, slightly giving her a little space.

Finally breathing fresh air, she was only slightly relieved, fine porcelain-like skin covered with flush and her lips became more red and attractive.

The man had no intention of letting her go. Although she got her way with one move, he suddenly struck out and hoisted her shoulders. He pressed hard against her body, and an ambiguous smile rippled from his lips.

"What do you want?" Her back was against the wall, her soft, crispy voice dripping with faint anger.

"Little pepper? Not bad, just, compared to an army man, a lot worse!" He showed his army green shirt to let the woman see the number on his collar.

"You are a soldier?" The woman gritted her teeth. Today unexpectedly she should be molested by an army gangster.

"Good eyesight!" The man sneered, his big hands unruly towards her thighs. she trembled, and was pressed to death by him. she was unable to move, but only watch his violence on her body.

Her two thighs were closed tightly, and his hands could not reach in at all. He was not in a hurry. He first started to caress her tight and upturned buttocks. Her body was hot, so the tight-skirt-wrapped buttocks were almost with a deadly temptation. He watched her eyes close, and his hands were more reckless, reached from the bottom of her skirt and directly touched up to her waist.

"Who are you?" She trembled with long eyelashes that looked like little brushes, and her face had turned blood red.

"The one who adores you!" He quietly murmured in her ear.

"Brother soldier, will you spare me?" She suddenly opened her big shining eyes and looked at him pitifully.

His heart was almost going soft but the body's desire was getting more and more passionate. The woman's lamb-like show of weakness has stimulated his body even more, and he has been tortured by that hardness of his cock to the point of suffocation.

"Kiss me!" His coarse, raspy voice trembled as he ordered her.

"Kiss you where?" She was at a loss for words.

He pressed her head down a little harder.

"Bastard!" The woman's eyes suddenly reddened as she looked at the small umbrella-like tent that was sticking up.

She fought back, only to hear an ear-splitting fabric tear rip sound, and the fabric of her thin skirt had completely torn ripped open, revealing a large area of creamy white skin.

"Woman, seducing a man's skill was good!" He laughed coldly at ease, and the mask he wore on his face hideous and gruesome.

Her skin was exposed in the air, and he could no longer control his lust. He forcefully broke her thighs, and she resisted to death by kicking with her high heels towards his nose. He tilted his head to avoid it, and she took the chance to slip out of his arms, just like a slippery snake. She abruptly fled just as he felt her slipperiness and wetness.

"You!" The man cursed to vent the dissatisfaction in his heart. She fled inside the corner. Panting and nervous looking at the man, enchanting eyes full of wariness, she had never been insulted like this. He was wearing a mask so she could not see his face clearly. At this time, her greatest wish was to unmask this man. However, the man's kung fu seemed not weak, and she could not ensure that she was not violated by him.

The man took big steps towards her and seemed to have no intention of letting her go.

"Who the hell are you?" The woman asked him in a trembling voice.

The man didn't answer, seemingly already provoked by her anger, but instead grabbed directly towards her body.

She dodged and fell into his hands again. In her fear, she quickly retreated towards the back, but at once touched the man's nose. He couldn't dodge and was hit directly by her, only to feel a sour nose. Then his blood flowed down and dripped onto her face at once, making her look even more enchanting.

"You have a nosebleed!" The woman cried out loudly.

"Bastard!" The man glared at her in annoyance. His heart was too hot, he was already attracted by her hot figure, and now when she hit him, he finally couldn't control his physiological response of nosebleed. He never experienced this in his thirty years of life, but he lost control around this hot woman.

The man wrapped her in his arms in an ambiguous position. She was momentarily panicked and actually forgot to resist, only to let him insult her body. Her small hands clung to his lean waist with a deadly grip, and she felt his hot cock right against the root of her thighs.

"Miss, are you in there?" A sudden anxious voice came, and after the man gave her an alert look, he bit her hard at the corner of her lips and tasted her blood before quickly leaving.

The woman, on the other hand, stared blankly at the direction the man had disappeared, despondent.

"Emmie? Emmie are you in there?" A gentle and elegant voice came.

She hurriedly put a shirt over her body, and her eyes returned to normal. A handsome man came in. When he saw Emma's mess, he was first stunned, but then gave her a doting look, "What's wrong?"

"I was changing my clothes, why did you come in?" Emma White beamed with dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, shall I back out again then?" Luis Hill looked at her funny.

"Forget it," Emma pursed her lips and smoothly put a large white sweater over her body, hiding her luscious body.

"Why are you on stage again today personally? I couldn't stand the way those men look at you!" Luis walked up to her side and looked at her with some sorrow.

"Brother Luis, did you come just to lecture me?" Emma frowned.

"No, to take you home!" Luis looked at her as if he had something on his mind, and wanted to say something.

"What's wrong?" Emma looked at him in confusion.

"Emmie, do you trust Brother Luis?" Luis hesitated for half a day before asking the question.

"Of course!" The corner of Emma's lips raised, and her slender arms hooked around Luis's neck. Her red lips were very close to his, and her charming face was with the ultimate seduction, nearly making Luis unable to breathe.

"Good, send you home, from now on do not fool around," Luis looked at her gently.

"I know, you talk too much!" Emma rolled her eyes and followed him back to the White family villa.

The night was dark, and Emma was in a sound sleep when a loud noise came.

Emma woke up from her sleep with a start and heard a loud noise coming from downstairs. She quickly got up, thinking that robbers had entered the house But before she could react, the bedroom door was vigorously opened from the outside, and a team of armed police with guns stood outside the door. A man with a copper mask rushed in with his gun raised.

Emma opened her eyes wide in shock. She liked to naked sleep and when change suddenly happened, her thin blanket happened to slip off her body, revealing the youthful well-proportioned, and delicate body. Arthur Hall sized her up with a great interest in how big her chest was, how narrow her waist was, and how long her legs were.

The soldiers outside only came to see some parts of her white skin. Arthur stretched his legs and kicked the door shut with a bang. He coldly snorted, "It was true that you are a dirty coquette."

Ignoring her furious eyes, he looked askance at Emma in disgust and said, "Also only vixen cultivated by mob lords to seduce men."

Emma widened her eyes with shame and indignation. This was her room, this man shamelessly barged in, recklessly sizing her body and judging her with such a rude remark, which really pissed her off. She clenched her fist, looking at his pair of clear eagle eyes as if the sky's brightest star. His bias was like a harsh blade scraping her all over the body.

"What did you just say?" Her beautiful eyes were on fire.

"Put your clothes on," he growled coldly.

"Get out," she gritted her teeth, and her hands already gathering strength and clenching into fists.

"Winner takes all. Don't be insensitive," his voice was even colder.

Emma hated to rush up to him and grab his arrogant mask off. She thought so and did so. She nimbly wrapped a thin blanket around her delicate body, while her fingers vainly grasped, rushing to grab Arthur's bronze mask. He first froze, and then was enraged, agilely dodged her slender white palm, changing passivity to the initiative. He pounced Emma onto the bed, his powerful calves pressing against her thighs, and the two stuck together in an ambiguous position.

"Get lost!" Emma growled. She wanted to turn around and attack but suddenly thought that she did not know what happened at home, and the man in uniform in front of her was still a stranger. So it was better for her to maintain some strength.

"It's just a slick skill!" Arthur laughed.

"You're hurting me," Emma winced in pain, and her bright little face became hideously twisted.

"You deserve it," he mockingly put a gun to her head, not showing any mercy.

"You bastard!" Emma was so angry that she cursed him out of turn.

He smacked her blanket-wrapped buttocks with force, making a loud sound. "I told you to shut up!" His voice was even more arrogant. The little girl's plump buttocks gave him a good touch, and he thought wickedly, eager to touch it again, and again, the touch like a sponge, sucking his big hand in and then bouncing it back strongly.

"You!" Emma's eyes were red. She never suffered such aggression. She felt pain and her tears fell in bunches like broken beads, smashing on Arthur's arm.

"Crying? Now it's too late to cry!" Arthur gave her a mocking look and raised his hand to throw her clothes onto her body.

"You have two minutes to put on your clothes! Don't you presume to use these two minutes to escape, because in front of the Bronze Bird Special Forces, no one dares to escape. Oh, one person once tried, but within in one second, his head was blown off by the Bronze Bird's top sniper!" Arthur finally let go of her.

Emma pursed her lips and looked at him with sorrowful eyes, without any movement.