White Tango

Preface: The publication of this novel does not mean that the creation of “Haiyan” has been interrupted, on the contrary, thanks to the wrong love of all the warriors, I will continue to publish “Haiyan” as usual. I wrote this article just because I suddenly had some inspiration, so I wrote it down by hand, and it is a new attempt.

White Tango (1)

In a large, brightly lit hall, the elegant ball was reaching its climax. The number of guests at the ball was small, but they were all prominent local figures.

Although not intentionally dressed, with the natural grace and elegance of the temperament and elegance, Bai Su naturally became the most popular female guests.

And at the moment her partner, a young man with the air of an artist, was the host of the ball.

Although his dance posture was moderate, it was obvious that he had received formal training, but it was more or less a bit formalized. On the other hand, Bai Su’s dance was much more natural and smooth.

Like the other dance partners, they engaged in polite conversation.

“Mr. Ray,” Baisu said, “I thought you were Russian just by looking at your name.”

“My grandmother was Russian,” Rykov replied with a smile, “so I’m part Russian. Unfortunately, I never met her, but only heard my mother talk about her.”

Unexpectedly, this statement caused a hint of sadness to pass through Baek Su’s clear eyes: “You are lucky. Some people even have mothers…”

Her mother’s life has always been a hidden pain in Bai Su’s heart. (Note: For the story of Bai Su’s mother, please refer to the relevant works of Mr. Ni Kuang.)

Leikov was slightly stunned, but out of politeness he didn’t ask more questions. In order to break the coldness, Bai Su added: “I really like this song.”

Lekov immediately looked like a little brother praised by his sister: “Really? I wrote that for this party, and it’s called ‘El Tango Blanco’. I invited the band from Argentina.”

Bai Su laughed: “I prefer tango, not so much waltz.”

Raykov said, “Right. The waltz shows mostly joyful emotions. And in the tango you can hear repression, sadness, anger and rebellion.”

Toward the end of the dance, Raykov asked slightly nervously, “Mrs. Wei, I have recently encountered a very strange thing, can I ask you to come upstairs to the small parlor to talk about it?”

Baek Su looked at him meaningfully, “Don’t misunderstand,” Raykov said hurriedly, “By rights, this kind of matter should be referred to Mr. Wesley. However, the nature of this matter is very special, and it is directly related to you, so…”

He was a young man with a very favorable appearance, and the look on his face showed that he was greatly disturbed. So White Sue did not refuse. She made a sign to Wesley at the far end of the ballroom, and went up the stairs with Rykov, amidst the stares of the crowd. It was a small, moodily furnished parlor.

As soon as the two entered the room, Rekov immediately locked the door. Seeing his action, Bai Su frowned slightly but didn’t say anything.

Rykov invited Baisu to sit down on the couch and poured her another glass of wine.

“This is a white wine from Bilbao, Spain, right?” Bai Su asked after taking a taste.

“Mrs. Wei is really knowledgeable.”

Such compliments were commonplace for Besso, and Wesley’s friends praised her in that tone.

Therefore, she only said lightly, “I am flattered. My father is a great expert in wine tasting. I only know a little.”

“When you have the chance in the future, you must visit Elder Bai and ask his old man for advice.” Lei Kefu said.

Shirasu changed her sitting position, meant to remind the other party that they could get down to business.

Rykov drained his own glass in one gulp, “Mrs. Wei, you are beautiful.” He spoke.

Hearing that his opening words were actually these words, Bai Su couldn’t help but laugh a little. But she still smiled politely and said, “Thank you.” In fact, when she agreed to go upstairs with him, she had already made up her mind that if this master of the house went out of his way and did anything out of line, she would make him suffer a little.

Leikov was still hesitating, as if he didn’t know how to start. If Wesley had encountered such a situation, he would have already spoken out: “Please say what you have to say, please let go of what you have to say.”

However, Bai Su was not Wesley, and she still played with the wine glass in her hand elegantly with her usual cool composure as she waited for the other party to speak.

“I beg your pardon, Mrs. Wei,” Leikov finally made up his mind, “this is not a question that should be asked of a lady like you… but do you know what the word SM stands for?”

“I know.” Shirasu replied without moving, though she wondered why Rekov had asked that question.

“SM originated in Europe, but it was developed in Japan.” Lekov said: “The Japanese use it as an art, as part of their culture. They believe that the nude female body bound with ropes is the most beautiful, and that it shows the pain of the woman in the best possible way, and combines it with the man’s sexual desire to become…”

“Mr. Lei,” Baisu rarely interrupted, but this time she couldn’t help herself, “You didn’t invite me here to talk to me about the aesthetic significance of SM, did you?” She was even thinking of suggesting that he see a psychiatrist.

Leikov sighed: “Alas, I’m saying all this to prepare you mentally for today’s events. In that case, you’d better read it yourself.” Saying that, he opened a cabinet and took out a file folder and handed it to Bai Su: “This is what I found when I was organizing my grandmother’s belongings. I don’t know what kind of instrument can achieve such a high degree of clarity.”

Bai Su opened the document folder while wondering what his last sentence meant. With just one look, she felt as if the blood in her entire body had frozen, and her entire body froze.

In the binder are a dozen or so “photographs”, in quotes because they are much higher resolution than the average photograph.

The content of the “photographs” is very simple: each of them shows the same gorgeous naked woman cruelly and humiliatingly bound with ropes in various obscene positions.

On many of the sheets, the unfortunate woman is still being subjected to various kinds of abuse and maltreatment. Some showed her skin being doused with candle oil; some had a dildo inserted into her pussy; some had a thin tube inserted into her urethra into which water was being poured; and some had her being subjected to a colonic… Because of the high degree of clarity of the “photographs”, every detail of her mysterious private parts was revealed.

However, the real reason for Baisu’s shock was that the abused woman in the photo turned out to be herself!

Suddenly, only Baisu raised his head and stared sternly at Leikov. Leikov obviously had an extremely high level of comprehension, and he immediately understood what Baisu meant.

“No, I don’t think it’s computer synthesized.” He said sharply : “Even the most skillful synthesis can be broken. I fed them into my advanced image workstation and analyzed every pixel, and I couldn’t find any traces of synthesis. And look at her expression, that look of humiliation, pain, and anger can never be made by computer synthesis.”

Baisu’s voice sounded bitter: “Maybe it was played by a model who looked very much like me? Or maybe she used a disguise?”

“It’s up to you to decide,” said Raykov, looking confident, “There are several distinctive features on her body. Look, there is a hemorrhoid under her left breast. Look at this one, there is a distinctive birthmark on her right buttock. And the color of her pubic hair…”

“Stop it!” Baisu doulang shouted. Obviously she had lost her composure, seeing how confused she was at the moment. No one knew her body better than she did, and the ones Rekov was talking about were features of her body. Whenever Wesley flirted with her, he always teased her about the mark on her buttocks, “Is it from her father’s spanking when she was a naughty girl? Moreover, if you look closely, you will find that Bai Su’s pubic hair is a dark maroon color instead of the usual black color of women.

Lei KeFu but then coldly forced a sentence: “If these are actually your physical characteristics, then there is absolutely no way for others to know in advance.” Bai Su lowered her head, unable to speak.

Suddenly, Rekov was heard to say sincerely, “Of course, I would never be so crazy as to believe that that was what you had experienced. That’s why I think it’s a very strange thing, I just want to discover the truth with you.”

“So, what is your opinion…?” Baeksu had gradually regained his composure.

“There are a few possibilities: one is that this is an experience from your past life, and you appeared here for some reason we don’t know about; one is that this is something that happened in some kind of illusion Sol; and, then, there is the possibility that it’s a time-tunnel effect.” Rekov analyzed.

“Wait a minute… I think I’ve seen the background of this picture somewhere before…” Bai Su mused, and suddenly exclaimed, “Have you seen her necklace? I’ve never had a necklace like that before.”

“That leaves the possibility,” Rykov took a breath : “that these photos show not the past, but the future.”

Baeksu’s face turned pale: “You mean, they have not yet happened…” She could not continue.

“But it’s going to happen.” Rykov picked up on that.

At the end of the party, Leikov courteously escorted Mr. and Mrs. Wesley to the front door. After the two of them got into the car, Wesley teased his wife, “That guy didn’t do anything to you, did he?” Although he knew that Bai Su’s ability would never suffer, as a husband, he still had to be concerned. But Wesley soon realized that Bai Su’s eyes had never looked so blank as now.

As soon as he got out of Rykov’s, Baisu made the unprecedented decision not to tell Wesley about it.

Before going to bed, Wesley tried to warm up to Baisu, but after he tried for a long time, Baisu still didn’t have any reaction. She just smiled tiredly and said, “Wei, I’m so sorry, I’m just a little tired today.” This was something that had never happened since their marriage. However Wesley didn’t say anything, he just kissed Baisu and they fell asleep separately.

This night Pak Su slept very uneasily. It was as if she kept hearing a mysterious, horrible voice saying to her, “This will definitely happen, this will definitely happen…”

The next morning, Bai Su woke up to find that Wesley was nowhere to be found. There was a note and a gift box on the nightstand. On the note, Wesley wrote in bold letters.

“Soo: I received an e-mail from the Asian Eagle, Luo Kai, early this morning, and I have to go to London to meet him immediately, so you can sleep more. Next week is our fifth wedding anniversary, give you a gift. Kiss you.

Guard.”

Such a scenario was relatively common among their couples. Bai Su opened the gift box with a sweet mood. Immediately, her heart beat wildly.

Inside the box was an emerald necklace. Baisu had already seen this necklace – in the “photos” of Rykov.

Afterword: The title is not yet finalized. I’m thinking of using El Tango Blanco in Spanish, because these words have a very beautiful sound in Spanish, while “White Tango” in Chinese is not as meaningful, but I’m afraid that readers won’t easily accept the title in foreign languages.

White Tango (2)

Preface: After the first episode was posted, one of the readers suggested that I shouldn’t just limit myself to SM. This gave me a great inspiration, there is a step back to the sense of the sea and the sky. I would like to thank you for your support.

I don’t know how long she had been sitting there, but Bai Su suddenly realized that she was drenched in cold sweat. She stood up in a hurry and went into the bathroom, placing herself under the steaming stream of water.

After showering, Bai Su did not dress immediately, but instead, naked, she slowly walked to the large locker in her bedroom and examined her snow-white nude body, which was so perfect that there was hardly a flaw in it, in the mirror.

In the mirror, her appearance is clear and beautiful, although some emaciation but can not hide the natural extraordinary beauty.

A pair of plump firm breasts instead of the slightest sagging, but slightly upward; the top stands two small tender red nipples, looks tempting extremely; the lower part of the belly slightly bulging, forming a perfect curve; deep chestnut-colored pubic hair is very dense, her mysterious private parts are tightly covered; hip firm round, long slender thighs snow-white and well-proportioned.

The thought that her proud torso had been seen by a man other than Wesley, albeit indirectly in an unthinkable way, still chagrined Paisu’s pretty face flew red. She secretly swore that she would never see Lei Kefu again. But the more she thought about it, the more Rekov’s figure kept coming back to her.

At the same time, Bai Su had a strange thought: if she didn’t wear the necklace, would the scene in the “future photo” not appear?

In her long adventurous career, Bai Su has faced many perilous situations and even life-and-death situations, and every time she has been able to cope with them calmly and turn the danger into peace. But this time, what was threatened was the most sensitive and fragile part of her, which she regarded as more precious than life – the dignity of women. Therefore, even such an outstanding character as Bai Su can not help but be in disarray for a moment.

But soon Bai Su blamed herself for her cowardice. “Come on, let’s see who laughs last.” In an instant, her strong character brought her back to her full confidence of old. She only saw her carefully putting on her new necklace. Then another set of favorite underwear was carefully chosen. Once she was done with her attire, she began her day with a new routine.

Bai Su’s first thought was to find out where these “future photos” came from. Although Rekov only knew that they were his grandmother’s belongings, he had to start investigating from him in order to get more clues. Of course, Baisu was in no hurry to contact Rekov, because she knew that Rekov would definitely come back to her. Therefore, the first thing she did was to call Xiao Guo’s detective agency and ask him to investigate Rekov’s information.

Detective Guo’s voice sounded a bit flattered: “We have his ready-made information here, and will e-mail it to you right away. Although it’s not very detailed, but I believe it’s enough for you. Is it Wesley who wants these things?” Bai Su thanked Xiao Guo and hung up.

For any commission from Wesley and Bai Su, Detective Guo has always performed with the highest efficiency. Therefore, when Bai Su opened the computer ten minutes later, the information transmitted by Guo was already ready: “Born in a certain year, a certain month, a certain day. Graduated from the University of Paris, France. Is the city’s new single aristocrat, extremely rich. In addition to this city, he has residences in Paris, Moscow, Madrid, San Francisco and other places. He is fluent in English, French, Russian, and Spanish. He loves the arts and is a patron of many artistic events in the city. He is a highly accomplished violinist and pianist, and is the guest conductor of the city’s symphony orchestra. He has published a number of books…” Bai Su couldn’t help but ponder.

Lekov did not keep Bai Su waiting. Early on the third morning, he called to say that tomorrow night the St. Petersburg Symphony Orchestra would be performing at the city’s Grand Theater, and that he would “like to invite you and your wife to attend.”

Upon hearing Baisu’s reply that Wesley wasn’t in, Rykov said, “Too bad. But my invitation is still valid for you.”

Shirasu didn’t answer right away, and Rykov heard her breathing evenly.

Leikov laughed: “I know what you are thinking. You are an extraordinary lady, you should act according to your own will  and should not be bound by conventional ideas.”

Regardless of whether or not the heart  intends to admit it, hearing Lei Kefu’s voice, after all, makes Bai Su’s more or less depressed mood for a few days become cheerful. “Alright, Mr. Lei,” she said cheerfully : “I’ll be there.”

“Excellent,” Leikov tried to suppress his excitement, “I’ll pick you up at the mansion at six o’clock tomorrow night. On the way, you can have dinner at the Sea Palace.”

Bai Su couldn’t help but smile as well: “Mr. Lei, you are so thoughtful. Dinner will be waived.” She said and wanted to close the line.

“No, I would also like to discuss with you about that day…” said Rykov hastily.

Bai Su secretly sighed and thought, “This is what she needs, so she said, “Okay, just do what you want.”

The next night, before going out, Bai Su wore her best dress. When the well-dressed Leikov drove his Ferrari to pick up Bai Su at the Wei residence, Bai Su explained to the dumbfounded Lao Cai that this was her and Wesley’s “friend”.

They were indeed like old friends, enjoying a fine meal and talking constantly.

“Do you think that if something has been foretold to happen in the future, can it be stopped before it happens?” Shirasu asked with slightly reddened cheeks, even though she knew that such a discussion would go nowhere.

“The so-called past, present and future are all relative. What we think is going to happen in the future is something that has already happened if we look back from further into the future. And what has already happened cannot be changed.” Rykov was thoughtful.

After a moment of silence, suddenly they both spoke almost simultaneously: “I have an important question…”

Leikov smiled and said, “After you, ma’am.”

“Under what circumstances did you get those photos?”

“My answer may disappoint you,” Rekov said, “My maternal grandparents had a hobby of collecting old books. I was sorting through the old books they left behind when I found them stuck together with a pile of old Japanese books from the 1920s. I guessed that they might have bought them at some old bookstore, but apparently they hadn’t opened them as they were. And that old bookstall must have ceased to exist after all these years of change.”

Leikov took a breath and added: “To be able to display future events on a photograph is clearly a supernatural phenomenon that is beyond our current knowledge. If we trace it down, we might end up discovering some kind of instrument left on Earth by aliens.” He tried to joke, but Bai Su was really a bit unable to laugh.

“What happened last time when you said you had a familiar feeling about the background of the photo?” Rykov asked again.

“I’m sure it’s a place I’ve been before,” Baek Su shook her head in distress, which made her look very cute, “but I can’t tell where exactly… Ugh, I usually have a good memory, what’s wrong with it this time?”

Leikov wanted to reassure her: “You’ll be able to recognize it when you get to that place.” But then he thought, “No, Bai Su should never go to that place again.”

Seeing Baisu’s brows furrowed, if it were Wesley he would have gently pressed and stroked her brow. Leikov of course couldn’t do that.

All he could do was place his hand lightly on the back of Baisu’s hand as a sign of support. Instead of immediately retracting his hand, as he expected, Baisu took a moment before slowly attempting to move his hand away. But Rykov gripped it hard.

Shirasu slowly turned her hand around, their palms pressed together, and Rykov felt her hand was cold.

“I have a suggestion to make,” said Rykov: “What you need most right now is rest and relaxation. If you don’t have anything you can’t let go of here, why don’t you take a trip and go away for a while? Go to France and see your father.”

Baisu thought he was right, her It had been quite a while since she had been with her father.

“Have Wesley there as well, and you can really enjoy some family fun. The person who needs Wesley to come and keep you company the most right now is you, not that Asian pervert (Note: Referring to Lokai).”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Eagle is a friend of ours and an amazing man.”

Lekov continued, “I happen to be going to Spain on some business. I have two free first class tickets on Air France, so we can go to Paris together. Then I’ll go to Spain and you can spend a few days in Paris and see the Louvre. You don’t need a hotel. I have excellent accommodations in Paris for as long as you want. What do you think?”

Baisu just looked at him intently.

Inside the music hall, Rachmaninoff’s beautiful melodies seemed to transport everyone to the endless Russian steppe.

As the music builds to a crescendo, Baisuu even tilts her head on one side and notices that tears are faintly glistening in the corners of Raykov’s eyes.

Neither of them spoke as they drove Baisu home. Leikov gently parked the car in front of the Wei House.

Bai Su seemed to still be reminiscing about the wonderful performance of the concert just now without realizing that she had already arrived home. She was seen with her eyes slightly closed and her plump breasts softly rising and falling. Lei Kefu also did not go to wake her up. For a while, the romantic air in the tiny carriage was so thick that it could not be melted. After a while, Bai Su came to her senses: “I’m going down. Thank you for your hospitality.”

“Good, then I’ll see you at the airport at six-thirty on Thursday.” Rykov watched her go through the door. He had expected her to turn around one more time, but she didn’t.

“Soo, how are you?” This is the recording of Wesley’s phone call: “I called you at the London airport just now, and Cai said you went out with your friends. Did you have a good time?”

Hearing Wesley emphasize the word “friend”, Bai Su laughed and skimmed his lips. Wesley added, “I’m in Norway now. There are some strange facts here, and Eagle and I are looking for clues. I don’t know when I’ll be back, so don’t wait for me…”

“Why is it that when I need you, you’re always not by my side?” Looking at the empty king-sized bed, Bai Su sighed softly.

“Why is it that you’re never there for me when I need you?” On the drive home, Rykov pondered this same question.

Postscript: This episode was mainly a transition, and may have been a bit boring. So post the third episode right after it.

White Tango (3)

Just the afternoon before she was set to leave for France, Bai Su returned from an outing to find Wen Bao Yu’s car parked in front of the door.

As soon as she entered, she saw Lao Cai saying to her with a strange look on his face: “The trickster is here… he… doesn’t seem to be right…” Lao Cai said while pointing to his own head.

Bai Su was busy walking into the living room. Only saw Wen Bao Yu half lying half sitting on the sofa, full of red face, two eyes straight, breathing heavily, as if drunk, really do not know how he can still drive over in this appearance.

Wen Bao Yu has always acted strange and exaggerated, Bai Su has long been accustomed to. But like now this is also too appalling point.

Bai Su asked, “Xiao Bao, are you okay?”

It was better not to ask, once he heard Bai Su’s voice, he only saw Wen Bao Yu as if there were ten springs under his buttocks popping open at the same time, his whole body jumped upwards, pointing at Bai Su with one hand, and letting out a burst of strange sounds in his throat, as if what he saw wasn’t Bai Su but some kind of monster.

Once she saw such a scene, Bai Su knew that there must be a change. She then said, “Xiaobao, speak slowly.”

Bai Su’s soft and moving voice seemed to have a calming effect, and Wen Bao Yu finally calmed down a little and was able to speak.

“I found a videotape in Changqing’s house,” he said in shock, “at first I thought it was a normal adult movie, and wondered how Changqing, who claimed not to be close to women, could have watched this kind of thing. But when I looked further, I realized that the woman in the tape was… was…”

“Surprisingly, it’s me.” Bai Su said calmly. She already understood what had happened, since photos could appear in Lei Kefu’s big house, it wasn’t impossible for a videotape to appear in Chen Changqing’s big house.

“There’s another man in there with you…” Bo-yul was still talking when Baek-soo stopped him, at the same time sensing that what Bo-yul was talking about wasn’t the same thing as the picture of Rehkov.

“Xiaobao, I can tell you plainly,” said Bai Su gently but firmly, “although the person there looks like me, but that kind of scene has never happened. It is a strange and inexplicable thing. I’m investigating. You give me the videotape and forget about it, understand?”

“Understood. I don’t believe you’re really like that either. But can I help you along with your investigation?”

“No, you are still too young. If Lord Your Highness raises an accusation, I can’t afford to take it on.” When she thought of Wen Bao Yu’s mother’s magnificent soprano voice, Bai Su couldn’t help but be emboldened.

Wen Bao Yu is extremely smart. He didn’t mention a word about Wesley. Obviously, everyone automatically reached a consensus: in order to protect Bai Su, Wesley must not be allowed to participate in this matter. Although Wesley, who was so powerful, could do anything in heaven and on earth, he was extremely conservative in his sexual concepts. Although Bai Su was completely innocent, if he knew about this, no one could predict what would happen.

Wen Bao Yu swore he didn’t leave a copy of the videotape when he handed it to Bai Su. To Wesley he dared to be masculine, but to Bai Su he didn’t dare to play any tricks.

After dismissing Wen Bao Yu, Bai Su immediately closed the doors and windows and put the videotape into the machine.

The first thing she saw was an antique bedroom, and for once Shirasu could be sure she had never seen this place before. Then she heard a musical score coming from the background, it was “White Tango” by Raykov. Then she saw a scene of herself having sex with a man who was Raykov.

“Is that what’s going to happen?” Shirasu stared blankly at the glowing screen.

She never thought that she would have such violent movements during sex, and she even dared not imagine that she would make such moving cries, so it was no wonder that Wen Bao Yu, who was at the stage of sexual development, would have that kind of reaction.

Baisu slammed the monitor off, then she pressed the ERASE button on the remote.

The Air France A-340 was flying smoothly at high altitude with few passengers in the spacious first class cabin.

Hypnotized by the monotonous sound of the engine, Baisu drifted into sleep.

Though Rekov had a book in his hand, he didn’t even take in a word of it, because the sleeping form of the beauty beside him was too moving.

Warm sunlight came in through the porthole and shone on her body. Only her hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, and her full breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Rykov heard her soft, even snoring.

At this time, the airplane was a bit bumpy, and the blanket covering Bai Su slipped down a bit. Leikov reached out to cover her, but unexpectedly, his hand intentionally or unintentionally touched her firm breasts. Perhaps the touch on the hand is too wonderful, Lei Kefu actually forgot to take his hand away.

“Mmm…” Baeksu let out a slight moan, but only changed her position and didn’t wake up.

Leikov suddenly felt that something was wrong. The senses of someone like Bai Su who had been engaged in an adventurous career for many years should be very sharp, and would not sleep so deeply in an unfamiliar environment. So could it be that she was pretending to be asleep? Her rosy, sensual lips were seductively and faintly moving, did it represent an invitation to love and lust?

Rykov ambled over and planted a sloppy kiss on Baisu’s lips, which he found to be tingling.

When they arrived in Paris, night had fallen.

“The servants have prepared your bedroom,” said Rykov as he opened the door for Baisu, “but it’s a bit small… Here’s a closet for your luggage, and over there is the bathroom… You don’t like it? I’ll change it right away.”

He said the last sentence because he saw a very odd expression on Baisu’s face.

“No, I’m satisfied. I’ll let you take the trouble.” Bai Su smiled.

In fact, the shock inside her was tremendous. As soon as she entered the door just now, she recognized that this room was the place that appeared on Wen Bao Yu’s videotape, where she and Lei Kefu made love.

Rykov obviously knows nothing about it. “You rest early. If you want to call the servants, just pull that bell rope. I’ll be right next door, so you can call me anytime you need me. Good night.” With that, he walked out.

Lying on the wide, comfortable mattress, Bai Su was sleepless as she quietly waited for what was to come.

She didn’t have to wait long. When she heard a soft knock on the door of her room, Shirasu leapt up with agility.

She saw that Rykov held a candle in his hand, and the flickering light of it made his face look bright and dark.

“Is the power out?” Perhaps to ease the tension, Baisu asked deliberately.

Raykov didn’t answer as he walked right in. That’s when Bai Su saw that he was holding a record in his other hand.

Only Rekov inserted the candles and put the record into the stereo next to the bed. The melody of “White Tango,” which had become familiar to Baisu, came out. The two of them looked at each other, and at this point any words would be redundant.

Rykov wrapped his arm around Shirasu’s waist and pulled her to him, Shirasu soft and boneless against him.

With one hand, Rykov pulled open the waistband of Shirasu’s nightgown, which slipped noiselessly to the floor, and Rykov realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath.

“Do you think that I will really be abused like that? I’m scared…” murmured Baeksu as she stroked Rekov.

“No one can hurt you, no one…” said Raikov, kissing the tips of her breasts, and Baisu began to moan movingly.

Everything tonight was a completely new sensation for Baisu, who had never before imagined that a woman’s body could enjoy such great pleasure. As Rykov licked and sucked her anus without a care in the world, Paiso’s whole body trembled with excitement and tears of joy came to her eyes. As the explosion-like pleasure expanded from her pussy to her entire body, Baisu felt as if the entire world ceased to exist.

In the morning Bai Su woke up and couldn’t for a moment remember where she was until she saw that Rekov was already dressed as if he was ready to go out.

“You’re leaving?” Baisu asked in surprise.

“Yes. I’m going to Spain. First to Madrid, then to Seville.” Lekov didn’t even look at her and tied his own tie: “I have told the servants that you are the mistress here. You can use everything in the house as you wish. You can stay as long as you want. By the way, the coffee is ready.”

This glib attitude of his greatly angered Bai Su, who sat up prancingly, then hurriedly covered her naked breasts with the sheet.

In fact, her movements were redundant, for by this time Rykov had absolutely no desire to touch her in any way.

Raykov couldn’t forgive her because last night when Baisu had her orgasm, it was Wesley’s name that came out of her mouth, and Baisu herself didn’t realize it.

A furious Bai Su looked at him half mockingly, half challengingly, and said, “Didn’t you say you wanted to see my father? You’re almost there, why do you want to run away again?”

Leikov faintly said : “I’m afraid that when I get there you’ll turn your back on me, and then when you father and daughter, husband and wife, and father and son in law attack together, I’ll be no match.” He said and walked towards the door.

Bai Su was extremely angry and bitter: “How did I offend you? You want to treat me like this.” Stubborn personality so that she did not say this out loud, but large teardrops still can not help but flow down.

Seeing her look like this, Leikov’s heart instantly softened. He returned to the bedside and leaned over to kiss her, but Bai Su gently pushed him away : “You go, have a good trip.”

Rekov, who had reached the door of the room, turned again. “When you leave France, will you meet me in Seville?”

Only a fervent light shone in his eyes : “You can bring Wesley along, I don’t mind. But please do come, I’ll be waiting for you.”

At the time, Rekov didn’t realize that his hasty departure was the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life, and that if he had sent Baisu along to Boss White’s farm, things could have turned out completely differently later on.

Afterword: I originally wrote this as an SM novel, but it turned out to be more and more like a purist, sorry.

(The climactic scene of SM Baisu will be in the next and final episode) White Tango (4)

Seville, located on the Andalusian plains in southern Spain, is a city full of art and is famous as the home of song and dance. The narrow old streets lined with many Moorish-style buildings form a unique landscape of this historic city.

Dusk in Seville is beautiful, heartbreakingly beautiful.

Inside the open-air bar of the King Fernando Hotel, some entertainers were tabling flamenco. Dancers in red floor-length dresses twirl sharply to the accompaniment of guitars and rattles, the heels of their shoes striking a crisp sound on the floor.

This would have been Raykov’s favorite dance music. Every year he would come to live in the home of this flamenco for a while, enjoying the bright sunshine and passionate flavor of southern Europe.

But none of this interested him now.

“Should we just keep waiting like this?” Looking at the wine glass in his hand, Rykov asked himself this. The color of the liquid in the glass was like blood, emitting a strange glow in the light.

This was the fifth day he had been here. He had been waiting for Bai Su. Lekov still felt like he was in a dream about that night. He believed that Bai Su felt the same way. Although everything in the dream was so beautiful, the reality was always cold and unforgiving.

Although with Baisu’s personality, Leikov knew that she would never appear in front of him again. But he was still waiting. He vowed that as soon as he saw Baisu, he would ask for her forgiveness and he would tell her how much he loved her. He didn’t care if he could be with her for a long time, he just had to let Baisu know that.

However, he doesn’t realize that when he sees Baisu again, death is already beckoning him.

On the very day he broke up with Baisu, just after arriving in Madrid, Rykov called back to his apartment in Paris. Not to speak to Bai Su, of course, because Rekov knew she was no longer there.

The phone is answered by the housekeeper, Mrs. Greenberg, a kindly, rakish old Russian woman. She told Raykov: “The mistress left in the morning. I brought her breakfast, but she only ate a little.”

“Did she cry?” Raykov himself didn’t know why he asked.

“No. Seemed a little upset though. She was very polite to me.” Mrs. Greenburgh, speaking French with a strong Russian accent, said: “Monsieur, that mistress is very beautiful, and speaks good French, and has great manners: why don’t you marry her?”

“You couldn’t marry her if you wanted to,” Rekov’s voice was bitter, “she was married long ago.”

“Too bad. Holy Mother…”

Rykov interrupted her, “Mrs. Greenberg, you haven’t cleaned that room yet, have you?”

Mistakenly thinking that Rykov was blaming her, Mrs. Greenberg said, “Not yet, I’ll go right away…”

Rykov hurriedly said, “No, please don’t go in to clean and organize. Leave everything in the room as it is… yes, don’t move anything…”

That day, immediately after Rekov left, Bai Su got up. When she had freshened up, Mrs. Greenburgh herself brought a sumptuous French breakfast. But Bai Su had no appetite at all. She only drank some coffee hastily and planned to leave immediately.

She was going to leave this place and go to her father.

Nevertheless, before going out of the door, Paisley turned and looked longingly at the room. She knew that one night, in one of the bedrooms of a house in Paris, near the Bois de Bourgogne forest, had left an indelible page of her life that was brief, yet truly beautiful.

It was drizzling in the sky. Bai Su didn’t call a cab right away. She felt that she needed the cool rain to cool her head. With a broken heart, Bai Su plunged into the crowd of Parisian joints.

By the time she arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport, it was nearly noon. To her surprise, she saw Raykov again in the marquee. With his back to her, he was talking to a blonde woman carrying a cello case. Lekov said something that made the woman giggle.

At that time, Raykov could have seen Bai Su if he had turned around a little, but he didn’t. And in that kind of mood, on that kind of occasion, Bai Su of course would not go to greet Leikov again. She stood silently for a while, then turned away. Bai Su thought that Leikov never saw her, but in reality it was not so.

As a matter of fact, Raykov was in an extremely bitter mood. In order to get rid of the depression in his heart, he kept talking and laughing with Nina, the blonde, and he did not remember what he had actually said.

Just after Baisu turned to leave, Nina suddenly said, “That oriental woman is so beautiful.”

Leikov was stunned: “Who are you talking about?”

“Look,” Nina pointed with her hand, “she’s been standing there watching you. Do you two know each other?”

Leikov turned around in a hurry, and he saw Bai Su’s tall and beautiful back disappearing into the bustling crowd. Leikov wanted to call out to her, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, not a word could be called out.

Just then, the announcement began to greet passengers boarding for Madrid.

As the plane took off, Rykov felt that the skies over Paris had never been as gray as they were now.

Rykov sat inside the bar until the wee hours of the morning before returning to his room. As he passed through the hotel lobby, the desk handed him a mailbag. From the outside, it looked like a frame, with no sender’s name or address.

Upon returning to his room, Rykov opened the mailbag and inside was an oil painting. He paid no attention to it at first, thinking it might be some painter friend who had sent him his new work. But the content of the painting soon caught his attention, and having lived in Paris for many years, he immediately recognized the background of the picture; it was the cemetery of Belle Lachaise, where the famous Paris Commune wall is located.

However, what really attracted him was the center of the picture. In the center of the picture was a gravestone with his picture, his name, and the date of his death. Rykov looked at the calendar: the date was today.

“This is a genius prank.” Raykov muttered to himself as he went back through all the painters he knew, one by one, trying to discover whose work it was, but with little success. He casually threw the painting away and got ready for bed.

Where is Izzy at such a time?

Perhaps, at that moment, she was lying in her husband’s arms, enjoying his warm caresses?

Perhaps her lips and tongue were embracing his, sucking the juices of mutual love?

Perhaps her ample breasts were being held in his hands, keeping her pushing toward the pinnacle of pleasure?

Perhaps, her mysterious valley was already filled with streams of love and was preparing for the coming climax?

On this starry night, you prodigal son, who floats like a duckweed, what do you remember?

Is loneliness and isolation your destiny?

Yet just as Misty Who is about to go, Rykov suddenly remembers the photographs that may have foretold the future, the very photographs that led to his meeting with Bai Su.

So is this painting also a foreshadowing?

At the thought of this, Leikov’s sleepiness disappeared. Just at this time, the bedside telephone suddenly rang, ringing, although not big, but at this time but seems so alarming, even with some eerie colors.

Rykov took a breath and picked up the microphone. When he heard the voice there, he wondered if he was hallucinating.

“Hola, is this Mr. Ray? I’m Bai Su.” Although her voice was as calm and collected as before, a hint of anxiety and urgency could still be heard.

When Baisu calls at this time of the year, there is bound to be a major change of heart.

I heard her say, “I found the place where those pictures were taken, and it’s right here! Yes, on my father’s farm. Can you come right now and bring those pictures?”

Before Rykov could reply, he heard Baek Soo suddenly say, “Wait…” Then Rykov heard a jumble of footsteps in the background, the sound of something being broken, followed by a gunshot, and then nothing.

Boss White’s farm was located in the mountains of Provence in the south of France, and the nearest large city there was Marseille. Lekov knew that he had to immediately get to Marseille as fast as he could. Although Bai Su’s ability to cope with all kinds of harsh environments was far above even Wesley’s, this matter was just too weird. He looked at his watch, it was now zero fifty-four.

Rykov began to act according to his unique way of doing things. First, he made a call to the Marseille police station, although he knew that the officers on night duty would not take a police call from Spain seriously. Then he immediately dialed the home number of his friend, Count Alfonso. This man was the senior secretary to the Spanish Minister of Defense and had a jet executive plane in his possession parked at Seville airport.

Although Count Alfonso ranted and cursed for a full twelve minutes in his Catalan dialect, the job was finally done. Thus, two hours later, Rekov’s plane forced its way down in the pouring rain, risking a crash, to the Marseille airport, where the Spanish consulate had prepared an excellent buggy for him.

The village of Subian, where Boss White’s farm was located, was forty kilometers from the city of Marseille. But because Rekov didn’t know exactly where it was, he took a lot of detours and didn’t get there until about five o’clock in the morning.

As he approached the village of Subian, Rykov felt as if he heard Baisu’s moans and screams of agony. However, it was only his hallucination, and despite the brutal and humiliating abuse of her body, Baisu never made a sound.

(Originally intended to be done in one episode, but due to its length, it was better to split it into two episodes.) White Tango (5)

While Paris was rainy, Provence was sunny.

Sue White drove the rented car forward along the curvy mountain highway. As she drove, she thought back to a conversation she had had with Rykov on the plane to Paris.

“Why did your father choose Provence for his retirement?” Rekov asked suddenly.

“I think it’s because it’s sunny, the scenery is beautiful, and it’s a famous wine-producing area.” Bai Su pursed her lips and smiled : “His old man has recently been studying how to make wine quickly. Old people always have some eccentric ideas.”

“Let’s hope he succeeds, then the price of expensive wines can drop considerably.” Raykov shrugged his shoulders.

“You don’t seem to like it there much?” Baisu asked.

“Yes, that’s my least favorite part of all of France.”

“Why?” Baisu wondered.

“The famous writer Marcel Pagnol was born here at the beginning of this century. Many of his novels are set in rural Provence. One of the most famous is Jean de Florette.” Lekov said: “It’s about a disabled man who loves nature by nature, who is tired of the city life, so he brings his family to the farms left behind by his ancestors, wanting to enjoy an idyllic life; but he is envied, rejected and tricked by the local villagers, and finally dies of their conspiracy. It’s a very depressing story.

That’s why I think the folk there are bad.”

Baisu didn’t make a sound.

Lekov said, “Is it boring you?”

Baek Su was busy saying, “No, I was thinking about what you said. It’s just a novel, you seem to be taking it too seriously…” As soon as she thought about it, Bai Su felt a sharp pain in her heart, and she hurriedly forced herself to divert her thoughts away from it.

Just then, she saw someone waving at her from the roadside in front of her. It was common for someone to ask for a ride on a mountain trail like this, and Bai Su brought the car to a gentle stop.

The man was an oriental man of about thirty. He did not ask for a ride, but simply asked Baisu how to get to Rose Hill iso.

Bai Su seldom had preconceived preconceptions about people, but the man in front of her caused her to feel inexplicable disgust and revulsion. It should be said that this person had an unassuming appearance and a bit of elegance, and could be described as a type between Lei Kefu and Yuan Zhenman. But his eyes made Bai Su involuntarily think of a hungry wolf in the wilderness or a poisonous snake in a quagmire. Worse still, a hint of lechery was revealed from time to time amidst the coldness.

Although going to Rose Mountain was on the way, Bai Su no longer had any desire to give him a ride. Moreover, from his look, Bai Su felt that he had already recognized himself, but he did not say it out loud. This kind of behavior made Bai Su hate him even more. Therefore, Bai Su simply told him the direction and planned to leave.

But then, he said something unexpected to Bai Su: “Ms. Bai, your breasts are so beautiful. Are they natural?” This is blatant sexual harassment.

Although he was speaking in Japanese, Baisu could understand him perfectly, so Baisu no longer even looked at him for a second before stepping on the gas and taking off. From the reflector, I saw that he was still yelling something, but naturally, Shirasu didn’t bother to pay any more attention to it.

Although Bai Su is an extremely outstanding character, she is after all a woman, and a woman with a strong sense of tradition, so encountering this kind of thing inevitably affects her already not-so-good mood greatly. This bad mood until she arrived at the village of Subian, met the white boss’s neighbor, Louis, only to change.

“Louis, how are you?” Bai Su greeted.

Louis was a typical country boy who was a bit naive. As soon as he saw Bai Su, he saluted and shouted, “Ah, how happy! How happy! It’s Ms. Bai coming! Mr. Bai really doesn’t know how happy he should be to see you!” From his sincere face, no one could doubt that his joy came from the depths of his heart.

“Thanks. Is my father in good health?” Bai Su smiled.

“Holy Mother of God, he’s sturdy as an ox!” Said Louis, filling a basket full of carrots, peas, celery, etc., which he had just picked, and stuffing it hard into Bai Su’s car.

Looking at this simple young man, Baisu couldn’t help but feel that Rekov was overstating things a bit.

Boss Bai was not surprised by Bai Su’s arrival.

“Well, you siblings haven’t been here for a while. Is it because you think my old man is nagging?” He said with a stern face.

“Dad, I’m here.” Bai Su pouted: “Have you heard from your brother?”

“Him? Still not busy at his water conservancy site.” Saying that, Boss Bai finally revealed a kind smile: “Well, you’ve lost weight. You don’t look too good, is Xiao Wei bullying you?”

“Don’t worry, just with him he can’t bully me yet.” Bai Su strongly laughed.

“Oh? So someone else bullied you? Who is so bold?” Boss White also laughed out loud.

Bai Su blushed and busily changed the subject: “Just now, Louis delivered many fresh vegetables. Let me make you a country soup.”

The dinner between father and daughter was naturally joyful. This atmosphere makes Bai Su feel that there is no problem in the world that cannot be solved.

“There’s a guy named Leikov in your H City, do you know him?” Boss White took a sip of wine and suddenly asked.

“There was a side trip. What’s wrong?” Bai Su, no matter how calm he was, could not help but be startled at this sudden question from his father.

Elder Bai said, “This man is a talented person. I have just read his research article on the Mayan civilization in World History Monthly, which is very insightful. And yesterday also heard on the radio he composed a song called ‘White Tango’, written very beautifully, is said to be dedicated to a distant and mysterious beautiful woman.” He said and glanced at Baisu, who just buried her head in her soup.

“Since you know him, bring him next time so I can meet him.”

“Why bother, you don’t have a second daughter.” Baisu said.

“That’s true. Both are born with Yu, and both are born with Liang. Haha!” Boss Bai joked.

“Not funny.” Baisu said, disgruntled.

Boss Bai also felt that the joke was a bit too much, and busily said: “Just focusing on jokes, I almost forgot about this. You look at this, what do you think?” Said handed a letter to Bai Su.

The letter was written with a brush on very elaborate rice paper. It was in half-text, half-white, not very fluent Chinese.

To wit, the writer’s father came to China from Japan many years ago with the intention of meeting friends in martial arts, but unexpectedly was assassinated by Boss White by trickery, and died of serious injuries; so he came here to ask Boss White for “justice.” Signed Hidetoshi Ono.

“His old man is that Japanese ronin, Ono Yohei, who set up a ring in Jinan back then and said he wanted to fight all over China, only to be taken care of by my old man in one move.” Thinking of the grand event back then, Boss Bai also couldn’t help but be full of vigor and pride.

Bai Su frowned and said, “What era is this, there are still such things as seeking revenge in the jungle!”

Boss Bai waved his hand: ”The Eastern devils are just evil. Of course I won’t pay attention to this kind of ignorant youngster. But the latter part of his bullshit is too much of an asshole for me not to teach him a lesson.”

Bai Su read the letter again, and sure enough, there were a few words behind it: “I have heard that your daughter is a phoenix among men, a natural beauty. I am as good at color as I am at virtue, how can I miss it? I would like to have a taste of Ms. Bai’s body to satisfy my longing in my life. Miss White’s elegance, I’m sure it won’t disappoint me.”

Bai Su looked again and suddenly raised his head and said, “It must be him.” Saying that, he told Boss Bai about the scene on the road just now.

When Boss Bai heard this, he stroked his long beard while saying: ”Since he dares to call out to my Bai Clan father and daughter, he is bound to be no one of leisure. You still need to be careful. It’s best to ask Xiao Wei to come over as well.”

Pak Soo smiled bitterly and said, “I can’t find him at all, so I have to wait for him to contact me.” Then she took a breath and added, “I see that the content of this letter is already a threat; besides, I can’t stay here all the time… I’ll go to Sergeant Rawai’s tomorrow to prepare a case.”

Boss Bai said in disbelief: “Those few drunken bags, not enough to make things happen, not enough to make things happen.”

Before going to bed that night, Baisu made a point of checking the doors and windows.

There was nothing out of the ordinary for the next few days. Bai Su went to the local police station, but he was given the cold shoulder. The reason for this is because Boss Bai has always been arrogant, and as he has gotten older he has reached a morbid level where he simply treats the local police as if they were grass, so they naturally don’t have any good feelings towards him.

On the sixth night after coming here, Bai Su planned to go out for a horseback ride early tomorrow morning. But in the middle of the night, there was a thunderstorm. Bai Su put on her raincoat and went to the stable to check for leaks. She deliberately did not alarm her father.

Boss White was not asleep at this time either, and was still reading in his room. Suddenly, he realized that he had run out of tobacco, so he wanted to come into the living room to get some more. As soon as he entered the living room, he suddenly found Bai Su in her pajamas, standing motionless at the window.

“Su, why aren’t you sleeping?” Boss Bai asked with concern. He thought Bai Su had touched something in her heart that made it difficult to sleep.

“Bai Su” did not answer. White boss love his daughter, but did not realize that there is a fraud, rushed forward, came to his back.

In a flash, only to see “white vegetarian” elbow violently backward, ruthlessly crashed into the chest of the white boss. Immediately after, “Bai Su” turned sharply, with a “hand knife” slashed on the neck of the white boss. The white boss suddenly fell down.

At this time, only to see the “White Vegetable” took off the simulation mask on his head, laughed and said: “Elder Bai, my disguise is not bad, right?” He was Ono Hidetoshi. Unfortunately, Boss Bai could no longer see him.

After Bai Su finished checking the stables, she didn’t find anything out of the ordinary, so she planned to go back to her bedroom. But she suddenly realized that the door of a house next to the stable was half open, and there were some lights coming out. Bai Su was greatly puzzled, this house used to be a warehouse for agricultural tools, but later she heard that it was converted into a collection room by Boss Bai. She didn’t often go there, obviously, there shouldn’t be anyone there now.

Bai Su carefully pushed open the door and flashed in under cover. There was no one inside, only a dim candlelight emitting a wavering glow.

In an instant, those mysterious photos of Rekov surfaced in her mind. At once, it was as if Baisu was in the middle of a nightmare.

Yes, this is it!

After quickly rushing back to her room, Bai Su immediately took out her cell phone (readers familiar with Wesley’s story will recall that there were no phones on Boss Bai’s farm! This cell phone is bound to be extremely superior, a masterpiece of the Gobi Desert :)) and connected to Seville, Spain, according to the number Rekov had left her.

Unexpectedly, just after two words, Bai Su felt something strange outside the door. Suddenly, an object with a strong wind sound to her flying. Bai Su threw down the phone, agile cat waist, only to hear “pop”, a wine glass on the wall crashed into pieces. At the same time, Bai Su a rolling leap to the bed, took down an old musket hanging on the wall, aimed at the door of the black shadow fired a shot.

Boss White has recently taken a liking to collecting old Western firearms, and almost every room has one hanging on the wall, and all of them are loaded; the one in Bai Su’s hand is probably still from the era of The Three Musketeers.

After the smoke cleared, the black shadow suddenly disappeared, and Baisu threw his musket away and swept out as lightly as a swallow.

Only to see in the pouring rain, that black shadow like a ghost speeding, it seems that light power is not weak. Bai Su lifted his breath, and also performed light power to catch up. The black shadow quickly flashed into the house just now. Bai Su jerked to a stop, female intuition told her that she should not chase into it again. But just then, Boss Bai’s voice came out from inside: “Su, don’t come in…”

Bai Su knew that her father was in trouble, and she could not help but be shocked. Due to the deep love between father and daughter, she had no time to think and rushed in like lightning. At once, it was as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and her entire body froze.

Only to see that Boss Bai was tied up on a chair, and next to him, a person holding a Japanese sword on Boss Bai’s neck was looking at Bai Su coldly. He was Oono Hidetora, whom Bai Su had met that day.

Bai Su immediately understood her own situation: her father was restrained, meaning that she had completely lost the room for resistance, an inexplicable sadness and helplessness welled up in her heart.

She spoke first: “Mr. Ono, I admit you did a great job this time.” At the same time, she somehow had a strange thought: when Cao Cao or Sima Yi realized that they had been ambushed by Zhuge Liang, would they feel the same as she did now?

Ono said: “Ms. White is too kind. I am merely taking advantage of a weakness in human nature. You must know that a fortress is most easily breached from within.”

Bai Su secretly sighed and said, “As long as you release my father, whatever you want is fine.”

Ono looked Hakusu over from head to toe, still not moving, and said, “You know what I want?”

“Yes.” Baisu’s voice was extremely bitter.

“Very well. Miss Bai is worthy of being a woman of honor, no need for me to say more, please.” He made a gesture.

Baisu slowly reached up and undid the first button.

“Sue, you’re crazy! Ah!” Boss White let out a roar, only to have Ono slam the hilt of his sword against his shoulder.

Bai Su turned around and smiled miserably: “Father, don’t look at me.” Said, has gently shirt off, and then reached out to undo the belt on the waist.

She moved with such ease and grace, as if she were changing in her own bedroom, and there was not a hint of panic to be seen at all.

The only thought in her mind at the moment was: it was to save her father. At the same time, there was another thought supporting her: “Rykov will come to save her. He must have left by now. Wei will also come to save her. You have to hold on, you have to be patient…”

By this time, Baisu had already unhooked her bra, and after a moment’s hesitation, she clenched her teeth and prepared to remove her panties with maximum effort.

But Hidetoshi Ono stopped her. As if he was afraid that Baisu didn’t understand, he made a point of explaining: “The curve of your pubic mound is very beautiful. It’s the most attractive part of a woman’s body, but it can only be appreciated when you wear panties, and it loses its flavor when you’re naked.”

Baisu was furious and cold, but there was nothing he could do about it.

“Now, please turn around and put your hands behind your back.” Only to see Ono walking towards her with a roll of twine in his hand: “If you try to play any tricks, it will be very bad for Elder White.”

(Postscript: I apologize for not being able to finish the story in this episode. After writing this episode, I suddenly had a horrible feeling: this episode is like a completely new story, and even without the previous four episodes, this episode could stand on its own with a little modification.)

White Tango (6)

Only to see Baisu’s arms tightly crossed over her chest, protecting her breasts, her beautiful eyes coldly glaring at Ohno.

Ono seemed to know what she meant, so he said, “I am a descendant of Japanese samurai. For us, credit is more important than life. As long as you are willing to cooperate and give me satisfaction, I promise never to hurt Elder Bai in the slightest.”

When Pak Soo still didn’t respond, Boss Pak cursed angrily again, “Bastard, if you have any ability, you can just come at me…”

Ono Yingliang quickly moved his stance and stretched out his fingers like lightning to tap Boss White’s dumb point.

Seeing this scene, Bai Su heart sank. “Pointing” is a long lost skill in Chinese martial arts, Boss Bai himself does not even know, so it can be seen that this enemy’s martial arts foundation is far above his own, the chance of escaping from his hands is very small.

“If you don’t  cooperate, I won’t force myself.” Ono Hidetora added wistfully, “Only, in order to make this trip worthwhile, I’m going to be removing one part from Elder Bai’s body. This is the most valuable thing to him, and it’s useless to me. I think you can guess what it is.”

“No! …” shouted Baek Su Doo Rang.

In her past adventures, Bai Su had faced various kinds of sinister environments. But she had never been so desperate as she was now.

“Wei, forgive me. I had no choice for Father’s sake. You know how much I love you, and my heart will always be yours…”

Hot tears of pain and humiliation filled Bai Su’s eye frames. She let out a dark sigh and slowly turned around, while putting both her arms down.

Ono reached out and grabbed one of Shirasu’s wrists. Paisu instinctively struggled hard. However, she immediately felt an intense pain coming from her arm, which became weak as if it had been snapped. Ono smoothly twisted Baisu’s hands behind her back, and then tied her wrists securely with twine.

After tying Hakusu’s hands tightly, Ono held Hakusu’s rounded shoulders with both hands and slowly turned her around.

The first thing he saw were the two lines of tears that were slipping down her pale cheeks. From her clear, uncluttered face, he read sadness, anger and helplessness.

“Is it my fault that you look this beautiful!” Ono, who was shocked by Baisu’s transcendent beauty, sighed.

He raised his hand and gently wiped the teardrops from Bai Su’s face. If it were any other occasion, his action would look exactly like a boy in love comforting his sad girlfriend. However, the ropes binding Baisu’s hands made it all seem cruel and barbaric.

Ono cupped Shirasu’s cheeks and kissed her toward her tantalizingly fragrant lips. Shirasu stubbornly tried to turn her head away, but Ohno’s strong hands made her efforts futile. Her cold lips were tightly closed, looking bloodless from anger and humiliation. Ono made several unsuccessful attempts to push his tongue into her mouth.

Not to be offended, Ohno shifted his attack to Shirasu’s forehead, nose, and earlobes. On a normal day, Shirasu loved the feeling she got when her brow was gently pressed by Wesley. She also liked it when Wesley lightly pinched the tip of her nose or softly nibbled her earlobe. She was even more enamored with the bare skin behind her ears being gently kissed by her husband. But at the moment, these areas only gave her the creeps when touched by someone else’s hands.

It was said that the nape of the neck was one of the most sensitive places on a woman’s body. The rough and tumble Wesley always ignored this place, but Ohno did not. It was as smooth as ivory to the touch, and pale green veins were faintly visible under the snow-white skin.

“Remember the other day when I asked you if your breasts were natural?” Ono’s hands moved to Shirasu’s breasts: “Now I’m going to appreciate them for myself.”

Bai Su’s pair of breasts were not very large, but extremely full and firm, and the delicate nipples that stood at the tips of the peaks were small, with lovely areolas that were a light pink color.

“God, this is a work of art, a masterpiece of God!” Ono took Shirasu’s breasts in his hands and pushed them upward. A glint of fervor flashed in his cold eyes. Then, he squeezed her pair of jade peaks from the left and right sides towards the center, making a deep cleavage.

The fact that her breasts, which she usually regarded as precious as her life, were being played with was undoubtedly a nightmare for Bai Su. What was even more frightening was that she knew this was not a nightmare, but a reality that was happening. She kept twisting her waist, trying her best to get out of his clutches, but this futile struggle only made her look even more miserable and beautiful.

The next step was to gently pinch her nipples with his fingers and quickly tweak them, the small nipples gradually began to stand up and harden. The small nipple gradually began to stand up and harden. When Shirin felt an unbearable itch coming from the tip of her nipple, she almost couldn’t help but moan for a moment, but Ono unexpectedly pinched her delicate and sensitive nipple, and the sharp pain made Shirin come to her senses at once.

“I don’t want you to get aroused so quickly,” only heard Ono whispering in her ear, “It doesn’t fit with your saintly image.”

Bai Su’s originally pale face turned red all of a sudden, and she couldn’t help but feel ashamed that she almost lost control just now. Such a look made her look even more charming.

“It’s a shame not to decorate such beautiful breasts with rope.” Saying that, Ono moved the extra rope from Baisu’s wrists to her chest and started to bind her breasts. Only to see him pinching Baisu’s left breast with one hand and tightly wrapping the rope around its root a few times with the other, Baisu’s left breast was immediately strangled to stand out, and its original white color turned pink due to the concentration of blood, and the nipple even swelled up due to the congestion of blood. Next, he did the same to her right breast.

The always kind and gentle Bai Su had probably never cursed anyone in her life, but at this moment she couldn’t help but use all the unpleasant words she knew to curse this lecherous devil who tortured women with such perverted methods. Unfortunately, it was already difficult for her to speak, because the ropes tightly strangling her full breasts had already made it difficult for her to breathe, and she had to take deep breaths from time to time in order to get the oxygen that her body needed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you die here.” While continuing to play with Pak Soo’s breasts, Ono said, “You’re so sensitive, you’re reacting like this even before you start tying your bottom. Si, this necklace is really nice, I think I’ve seen it somewhere…”

Hearing these words made Bai Su’s heart twinge again: “Wei, why don’t you show up?”

As if he had read her mind, Ono said mockingly, “I’ve heard that people’s brain activity is particularly strong in times of crisis, and the brainwaves you sent out might have been picked up by your husband, who would then come to your rescue.”

As he said that, he only saw Ohno go around to Shirasu’s back. Bai Su didn’t know what he was going to do, she instinctively put her legs together while tensing her buttock muscles. Suddenly, she only felt a numbness in her knees, causing her legs to become weak and weak, and she involuntarily fell to her knees as she closed her eyes in despair.

Suddenly, Bai Su felt something hot and thick against her face. As a married woman, she could certainly feel what it was.

Obviously, Ono wanted to let Bai Su oral sex. However, he knew that Bai Su’s character was soft on the outside and firm on the inside, so he didn’t dare to insert his penis into her mouth, so he first rubbed his penis back and forth on Bai Su’s pretty face. After a while, he saw that Bai Su did not have any reaction, so he moved his penis to between Bai Su’s mouth and nose, only to see that he will be the glans teasingly bumping Bai Su’s nostrils, and sometimes squeezing her tightly closed lips.

“To show my respect for you, I have specially bathed in incense so as not to offend Ms. White.” Ohno laughed lewdly.

Nonetheless, such an insult still made Baisu sick to her stomach. She tried her best to turn her head around in an attempt to avoid the ugly, horrible thing.

“It seems you don’t like my plaything,” said Ono coldly, “in that case, I’ll have to use Master Bai’s plaything instead…”

“No!” Shirasu cried out anxiously. Forcing back her tears, she hurriedly opened her sexy little mouth to take in Ohno’s penis and flicked it with the tip of her tongue in an attempt to disabuse him of his heartless thoughts. In fact, Ohno was just scaring her, and he couldn’t help but smile in triumph when he saw that he had forced the famous Baisu to give in.

Baisu had never had any experience with oral sex. Their conjugal life was very conservative, especially since Baisu’s libido was usually always very low, and oral sex seemed obscene and immoral to the couple.

Although Hakusu’s movements were extremely clumsy and rusty, they still brought great pleasure to Ono Hidetora. He enjoyed the incomparable warm and cozy feeling inside Hakusu’s mouth while admiring her expression of shame and pain to the extreme.

As the sensation of ejaculation approached, Ono suddenly had an unprecedented thought: “Would it be heavenly punishment to ejaculate in the mouth of such a holy and beautiful person like a goddess?”

However, before he could think of a conclusion, a large amount of thick semen spurted out wildly from his penis, all of it shooting into Bai Su’s mouth. Just then, with the lightning flying, a loud thunderclap rang violently in the sky, and the heavy rain suddenly poured down once again.

Baisu could no longer hold back her heart, turned her head and bent over to vomit. Ono didn’t force her to do so, and even brought water for her to rinse her mouth.

“I don’t want to make you the same as a lowly whore,” he explained, “You have your beauty, your grace, and I am in no way a burner.”

After resting for a while, Ono stood in front of Shirasu again, having changed into a Japanese kimono. He only bowed to Shirasu and said, “Next, my movements may be harder on you, and there will be some pain, so I’ll have to ask for your forgiveness first.”

Baisu stared at him, thinking that this man must be crazy.

“Do you think I’m crazy?” Ohno continued, “Maybe I am. Because I really want to see you trembling under the ropes when you are being abused, and the other kind of beauty you show in the pain of being colonized. This kind of supreme beauty can only be expressed by an outstanding woman like you.”

Saying that, he arranged the completely defenseless Bai Su into a kneeling position, making her only have her knees and shoulders on the ground, with her buttocks high in the air. At this moment, Bai Su only had a pair of white cotton panties on her body, which could barely cover her mysterious and tantalizing daughter’s place, and since the panties were very close to her body, the shape of her two bulging pussy lips could be clearly seen from the outside.

Ono leaned over and kissed Shirasu’s lower body, “It’s good, no odor at all.” As Shirasu had taken a bath before going to sleep, the only thing that came out from there was her distinctive scent.

He stared at Bai Su’s plump lower body for a while, smiled lewdly and brought an electric vibrator. Only to see him turn on the switch, the vibrator on top of Bai Su’s pussy, moving back and forth along the slit, Bai Su’s body immediately trembled. In order to get rid of that itchy burning sensation in her lower body, Bai Su couldn’t help but twist her hips.

“Yeah, wiggle your ass like that.” Ono suddenly exclaimed excitedly, “Man, that’s so sexy! A little more, move your upper body together!”

After playing with it like that for a while, Ono removed the vibrator. He was surprised to find that Shirasu’s panties were still basically dry, and there was absolutely no sign of sexual arousal at all. Looking at her expression again, it was also still as calm as ever, and Ohno couldn’t help but secretly admire her overwhelmingly strong will.

I heard Ohno mutter to himself, “I wonder how Leikov would react if he saw such flesh?”

Although he spoke very softly, the name “Leikov” clearly reached Bai Su’s ears. She immediately sensed that the madman in front of her was somehow related to the mysterious Rykov!

Afterword: In the previous episodes, the erotic component is so little that it is almost non-existent, and I have been feeling sorry for everyone. If this episode is not erotic again, it seems uncharacteristic. Because even if it is hanging sheep’s head to sell dog meat, that sale must also be dog meat only, can not use tofu to fill up the number.

Considering the status of the heroine in the public mind, in order to grasp the balance, my little brother has made reference to the relevant erotic depictions in Big Sister’s Swimming Souls in the hope that it will not be said to have been over-written.

White Tango (7 & Epilogue)

“What is Leikov to you?” Baisu, who hadn’t spoken, suddenly asked coldly.

“Lei-kun is my good friend, a friend to the death…” Suddenly, only Ono shook violently, and the whole person became manic: “Shut up! I’m the only one who has the right to ask questions here, me!”

Bai Su just gave him a contemptuous look and stopped talking. She knew that she already had the upper hand mentally.

Ono also knew he had lost. Not only had he failed to mentally overwhelm Shirasu, he had been crushed by her himself.

Once the mask of vanity and pride was revealed, Ohno immediately looked wild and confused, and he could only hide his loss and helplessness with rough actions.

He came behind Baisu and forcefully removed her panties to her knees, so that Baisu’s entire round and firm buttocks were completely exposed. Bai Su thought that he was going to rape her soon, so she could not help but be a little frightened. She nervously waited for the fate to come.

Ono first tied a loop of rope around Baisu’s slender waist, then passed another rope connected to it through Baisu’s crotch and tightened it with force. With the rough hemp rope deeply embedded in the center of the delicate and sensitive pussy lips, Bai Su was in cold sweat from the pain, but at the same time there was also a strange feeling of sourness and numbness, itching.

Maybe Ono didn’t find it enjoyable enough, so he used a relatively rare method of tying, he split the rope that went through Bai Su’s lower body into three strands, the center strand was embedded in the slit and pressed against the clitoris, and the other two strands were clamped on the lips of both labia from the left and right sides respectively. This is a rather cruel and obscene way of tying up a woman, so that the two labia are completely sandwiched between the ropes, protruding outwards, and the tied woman usually does not need any additional stimulation to produce intense pleasure and excitement, and even reach orgasm. Of course, this method is also quite dangerous, because after a long period of time, the bound woman may be exhausted due to continuous orgasm.

Then Ono set up the camera on a tripod and aimed it at the abused Bai Su, the constant flashing of the magnesium light added to the demonic and obscene atmosphere in this room.

The next scene almost made Bai Su not believe his eyes, only to see that Ono picked up the Japanese sword and kept waving it, making all kinds of dance postures, and then, he even sang the ancient Japanese warrior war song. His voice was low and rough, and a little hoarse. If it were any other occasion or on the stage, it would be quite generous and tragic, but at this time it only seemed strange and inexplicable.

After singing, Ono raised his arms high, his blade to the sky, and he suddenly yelled hysterically, “Rykov! You see, I won! I have conquered her! Come and see, Rykov!”

“As if someone mentioned my name?” A calm voice came from the doorway.

Shirasu and Ono simultaneously rushed back, only to see Rykov appearing in the doorway in a black cape, drenched to the skin, like a ghost.

To Shirasu’s relief and Ono’s dismay, Rykov had a gun in his hand, pointed right at Ono.

All three were silent for a while. In the end, it was the newcomer who spoke first: “Ono-kun! Why are you here?”

“Ah, Rai-kun! I didn’t expect to really see you here!” Only to see Ono throwing his sword away, he actually wanted to come over and embrace Leikov as if he was an old friend reunited.

Luckily, Rykov hurriedly stepped back: “Don’t come over! I love to pull the trigger when I’m nervous.”

“Lei-kun, what’s wrong with you?” Ohno laughed suspiciously : “Are you planning to shoot your old friend, your savior?” He pointed to Baisu behind him: “Doesn’t such a beautiful body mesmerize you? Isn’t this what you’ve been dreaming of? Come on, it’s not a dream, it’s a living reality. She belongs to us. Us, you and me!”

Leikov smiled miserably, “Ono-kun, you’re wrong. She doesn’t belong to you, nor does she belong to me. She belongs to a man named Wesley. Even though this Wesley is an asshole, he is still the only man in her life.”

He pointed his gun at Ono: “Please let go of her right now and let her go back to her husband. I hate him as much as you do, but unfortunately, that’s the way the game is played.”

Ono suddenly laughed, “What the hell are the rules of the game, they weren’t made for us, understand?

Who do you think you are? Zorro? Forget it, Rai-kun. I know your marksmanship. Even if an elephant stood in front of you, you couldn’t hit its ass.” Saying that, he roughly parted Baisu’s legs as if in a challenge and groped her tender pussy with abandon, and Baisu immediately struggled spasmodically.

Rekov’s response was, “Oh?”

Ono asked in confusion, “Oh what does that mean?”

Rykov said, “It means that when I finish this sentence, you are already a dead man.”

He fired four shots in a row, all of them hitting the vitals, and Ono was indeed instantly transformed into a dead man like a fake.

After the shot, Rykov looked at the gun in his hand over and over again, as if he didn’t believe it could actually kill someone.

I heard him say to Baisu, “This is your gun. I found it in the handbag in your car. I didn’t have time to check it just now, but luckily you had loaded it, otherwise…”

Bai Su has been fond of playing with pistols since she was a teenager (this is not a fabrication by my little brother, as evidenced by Ni Kuang’s Strange Man in the Underground), and after she got married, she seldom played with guns due to Wesley’s aversion to modern weapons. But she still goes target shooting occasionally.

Then he shrugged his shoulders at the corpse of Ono on the ground and said, “You’re forgetting that I’m a playboy, and playboys are generally good shots.”

Bai Su couldn’t help but feel angry and amused: “Don’t be silly, come and untie me… No looking!”

Rykov ran over as if in a dream. Because of Ono’s high bondage skills and the fact that he couldn’t cut hard with a knife, he didn’t know how to do it for a while.

Bai Su gasped, “Untie the bottom first, it’s too hard… yes, okay… thank you… alas, I told you not to look…”

Lei Kefu was not a saint or a eunuch, so how could he not look at it? It was just that Bai Su was very resourceful, and as soon as the restraints on her lower body were lifted, she immediately clamped her legs together. Lei Kef could only see a section in the middle of the rope that seemed to be soaked.

“Do you want me to help you put this on first? Otherwise it’s very inconvenient…” Leikov asked hesitantly, pointing to the panties that were still over Baeksu’s calves.

Baek Su’s face was so red that it seemed to be dripping blood. In a voice so light that it was almost inaudible, she said, “Okay, hurry up…”

Lei Kefu did not dare to be slow, immediately and carefully help her to put the panties on, Bai Su’s expression slightly eased. Then, Lei Kefu took a lot of effort to finally untie the rest of the ropes.

In the meantime, in order to alleviate the embarrassment, Bai Su asked, “You and he are life and death friends?”

Rekov said grimly, “That year I got lost while hiking in Hokkaido and encountered a blizzard. If not for him, I would have died there.”

“For me, you beat him to death. Will you regret it?” Baisu said slowly again.

“No. Anyone who is human will do as I did. I will pay for his life.” Rykov said resolutely.

Bai Su quickly put on her clothes and said to Lei Kefu, “You go call the police, I’ll go save dad.”

Suddenly a look of excitement and even ecstasy flashed in her eyes: “Wei! You’re finally here!”

The corpulent Sergeant Ravi comes in with his men and shambles through the police process in a blaze of glory.

Baisu lay in her own bed, waiting for the ambulance to arrive, with Wesley by her side.

At that moment, Rykov broke in, as if he had something to say to Baisu.

Baisu said tiredly, “I’m sorry, Mr. Lei. Can you give us some private time as a couple?”

Rykov was obviously not in the best of spirits at this point, because he actually said something like, “I thought that after this experience, I was no longer an outsider.”

Only to see Wesley glaring at him, luckily he already knew that Raykov was his beloved wife’s savior, otherwise he would have already pulled out his fists.

Bai Su hurriedly tugged Wesley behind her back and smiled bitterly, “I’m really tired. Mr. Lei might as well please go back.”

Rykov looked at her silently, then turned away with a pale, dazed face.

Since there had been a murder, and since the man had been killed by Rykov, the police naturally sought him out for questioning, only to find that he had disappeared.

Under Wesley’s comfort, the physically and mentally traumatized Bai Su had already drifted off to sleep. Suddenly, she remembered something: Leikov had not returned the pistol to her. There were originally five bullets in the gun, and he had shot four, so there should still be one left.

“Man, he’s not going to do something stupid, is he?” Baisu snapped her eyes open.

Just as Bai Su was being carried to the ambulance on a stretcher bed, he saw Louis shouting and running over: “Wait a minute, Ms. Bai! Wait!” He ran to Bai Su, handed her a piece of paper, while gasping for breath: “A gentleman asked me to give you this letter.”

Baisu hurriedly opened it. The letter was short, neither addressed nor signed, but Bai Su knew it was from Leikov.

“It’s a dead end that can only be undone by death. Perhaps our meeting was a mistake from the beginning. I’m leaving. This world is too beautiful, I really don’t want to leave. But I can’t stay.”

Rykov’s body was found in a grove of trees behind a mountain, where he had shot himself in the heart with a pistol from Bai Su.

(coda)

It was another cold, rainy day in Paris.

Belle B. The funeral was a simple and solemn one in the Lachaise cemetery.

Despite the fact that her body had not yet recovered, Baisu insisted on arriving to attend, despite her physician’s discouragement. Just as she arrived at the cemetery, she saw a blonde woman approaching her, and Baisu recognized her as the one who had been with Rykov that day at Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Before Baisu could greet him, he heard Nina coldly say, “The only reason he’s lying here today is because you brought him in. Am I right?”

Bai Su was stunned, then said in a pleasant manner: “Miss, you must be mistaken…”

Unexpectedly, Nina interrupted her and said: “There is a saying in France: there is no place for a murderer at the grave of a person who has been killed.” After saying this, she walked away without looking back.

Bai Su stood there in a daze, thinking, “Did I really do this to him? ….”

When she returned to her own home, Bai Su became very ill and lay down for a whole month. When she recovered, she came to Paris again. She gave herself an excuse: the last time she had stayed at the house of Rékov, she had left some luggage there and had not taken it away.

She rang the doorbell of the house, and though she had a key, she didn’t intend to use it.

The man who opened the door was a man about fifty years old. After Bai Su explained the purpose of his visit, the man courteously said, “I am Father Yu Lian, and I am now temporarily looking after Mr. Lei’s house on his behalf. You please feel free, here you are still the hostess.”

Bai Su asked about Mrs. Greenberg, Father Yulian sighed: “Mrs. Greenberg has passed away last month due to excessive grief. There are so many misfortunes in this world. However, Mr. Ray and Mrs. Greenburgh are both good people, they will definitely meet in heaven.”

When Baisu opened the door, she was surprised to find that everything in the room was the same as when she left: the candles were still in place, and the record was still in the stereo. Curious, she tried to press the play button, but then jerked her hand back.

In this room, a woman once asked a man, “What’s the saddest thing in the world?”

The man replied, “One is gone, the other is at hand.”

Once, many years later, Baisu heard a street performer singing this song: “When my tango is playing in the dance hall.

The beautiful mystery woman drifted in;

An unforgettable song, you’ve gone with the wind.

With my guitar, I’ve traveled to the ends of the earth.

My tango pours out in the starlight, but you’re no longer there.

Only the tango was left still echoing.

White tango, fiery red flames;

White tango, blue sea…

[End of text]

Afterword: I used the weekend to work overtime, finally rushed to finish this before the beginning of the school year. It was so tiring, like Churchill said: “Carrying a chunk of ice to the North Pole.” Thank goodness it’s finally done.

To use such a popular character as the heroine of an SM novel is just an attempt made by my bold and colorful brother. Since this is an attempt, of course, it may fail, so all of you do not have to expect too much.

However, my brother is not Wu Erlang, but to cross the Jing Yang Gang, it is inevitable to make some fools of themselves. Although I have not seen the real tiger, but has been scared no longer fight the tiger of elegance, just want to make a false shot, then fled. ^_^ With the approach of the new semester, the typing campaign of this year will also come to an end. As for the several unfinished, or formally finished actually unfinished poor article, still allow the future to write. Thank you for your support, and I wish you all a happy creation! See you in the future!

Some additional notes on White Tango

There have been more comments and reviews from readers since the posting of my novel, White Tango, so here is a general response.

A number of readers have made various criticisms and suggestions on the article, which shows that you are very serious and committed when reading my poor article, because only in this way can we find the problems and loopholes in the article. The author is grateful for this.

One of the main focuses of the readers’ criticisms centered on the third episode. Until the end of the posting of the full text, there are still readers who are still upset about Bai Su’s “loss of virginity”. This plot arrangement will cause so much controversy and repercussions, which is out of the author’s expectation. In this regard, I can only say that the Bai Su written by me and the Bai Su written by Ni Kuang cannot and should not be exactly the same. The inner world of human beings is very complex, and exploring it is precisely the mission of literature. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but in the third episode, if Paisu “cheated”, then from the fourth episode onwards, she’s back on track again.

The author has a different view on the opinion of “Straight Talk”. The author’s intention in writing this piece was to make an attempt to go against the tradition. If the author has made some distortions and deformations to Ni’s original characters, it is intentional. It was because I was dissatisfied with the deification and even formulaization of the characters in Ni’s original work that I deliberately rebelled. This is not unprecedented in the history of literature. The image of Sherlock Holmes is deified enough, isn’t it?

As usual, there are people who are against it. I once read a book called “Arsene Robbin vs. Sherlock Holmes”, in which the hero, who is also a chivalrous thief, defeats the great detective Sherlock Holmes.

In contrast, my Baisu is more tender and emotional than Ni’s. Wesley has almost no “image” to speak of in this text. Wesley has almost no “image” to speak of in this text, because this is only a story of Baisu, not a story of “Wesley and Baisu”. I’ve never been a big admirer of the White Boss, so I’ve given him a little bit of a hard time in the text, that’s all.

Another concern of the readers is that the author is questioned for not explaining a lot of details clearly, among which the opinion of the dark sea tiger brother is the most representative. This reminds me of a movie I saw a long time ago, the name of which I have long forgotten, as if it was made in Spain: the beginning of a completely suspenseful reasoning film, to the end of a completely lyrical literary film, the case did not give any explanation of the end of the play. At the end of the movie, the audience was talking: “Who is the murderer? Why is it over before the case is solved?” Very interesting.

The origin of those mysterious photos was actually hinted at in the second episode. As for what kind of mysterious power they are, and whether they are alien relics, etc., since this is not a sci-fi work, it did not play on that. As for who made that videotape, the original idea was to explain it in the epilogue; however, considering that it would ruin the atmosphere, it was deleted.

Dark Seahawk also asked why some of the intense scenes of sexual abuse and paraphernalia foreshadowed in the first episode didn’t appear later.

The question is like this:When writing the first episode, the author’s understanding of SM was still at a relatively low level, believing that those were essential. But later, under the guidance of some seniors, the author has a new understanding of the art of sexual abuse. These gimmicks and props are not the most important, SM does not necessarily have to have a rape scene, the important thing is to be able to grasp the masochist and the abuser’s character traits, written out of the charm, written out of the beauty of the SM’s highest realm should be the same as the swordsmanship, “no sword in the hand, the sword in the heart.” Of course, I am still short of eighteen thousand miles, but  endeavor to pursue.

Here, however, the author finds it worthwhile to discuss a few issues in the text: is Baisu responsible for Leikov’s death? Could Ray have survived if she had been nicer to her the last time he saw her?

When she had a premonition of Ray’s suicide, why didn’t she take any action?

In the original manuscript, the blame White receives is much more intense. First, at Ray’s funeral, Count Alfonso (not Nina) accuses White of killing Ray. And when White meets Nina a year later while visiting her grave, Nina even accuses White of being the murderer, and the two have a war of words. All of this was omitted by the author when posting the text.

White came because of Ray’s suggestion, and as a result, White was humiliated and disgraced; Ray came because of White’s request, and as a result, he set foot on the road of no return.

Which of the two of them actually victimized whom? Any interested readers are welcome to post tall tales, if they’re not bored.

Overall, due to limited time and effort, some scenes in my work were omitted, and some originally different scenes were merged together, so what is posted is basically a simplified and shrunken version, with quite a few flaws and loopholes. As for the need to re-post the revised version, the corrected version and even the full version, I have not yet come to a conclusion, and will depend on the readers’ response and requirements.

a fall from grace