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Hu Fengling's heavy breathing echoed in the gym, rough like a bellows, sweat soaking his bulging muscles, glistening under the dim lights like a polished bronze statue. Zhu Fang lay limp beneath him, her eyes vacant, her chest rising and falling gently with the remnants of their encounter. Her fair skin was marked with ambiguous red marks, resembling blooming poppies, exuding a dangerous yet alluring aura. Zhao Yang was bound in the corner, helplessly watching as Zhu Fang's pale thighs wrapped around Hu Fengling's sturdy waist, her delicate fingers tracing along his back. A wave of nausea washed over him, anger and humiliation gnawing at his insides like venomous snakes, as if they were intent on consuming him whole.
Suddenly, the gym door swung open with a loud bang, shattering the suffocating atmosphere of intimacy within. A tall figure appeared in the doorway, like a bolt of lightning cutting through the night sky, instantly illuminating the entire room. Lin Ruoshui stood there, dressed in a tight black dress that perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure. Her ample bosom seemed ready to burst forth, her slender waist delicate enough to be grasped with one hand, and her rounded hips formed an elegant curve. Her chestnut waves cascaded casually over her shoulders, enhancing her alluring presence. She strode directly to Zhao Yang's side, her gaze devoid of any panic; instead, it held a hint of mockery, as if everything was under her control.
"Is the show over?" Lin Ruoshui chuckled lightly, her tone laced with sarcasm like the sound of tinkling silver bells reverberating through the air.
Hu Fengling turned at the sound of Lin Ruoshui's voice, momentarily stunned before an lascivious grin spread across his face, akin to a hungry wolf spotting its prey. "Oh, isn't this Miss Lin? What’s wrong? Do you want to join in on the fun?" he said as he reached out to touch Lin Ruoshui's face, his eyes filled with greed and desire.
Lin Ruoshui deftly evaded Hu Fengling's greasy hand, a flicker of disgust flashing in her eyes as if she had encountered a repulsive fly. "I'm not interested in such lowbrow games," she replied coolly, pulling out a sharp dagger from her bag. The blade glinted coldly like a shooting star across the night sky as it severed the ropes binding Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang rubbed his reddened wrists and cast a grateful glance at Lin Ruoshui. "Thank you."
"No need to thank me; I just can't stand bullies," Lin Ruoshui said nonchalantly, though her gaze drifted toward the crumpled Zhu Fang on the floor. A knowing smile curled at her lips as if mocking Zhu Fang's foolishness and naivety.
Hu Fengling eyed the dagger in Lin Ruoshui's hand with a hint of trepidation, much like a mouse confronted by a cat. "You'd better not meddle in my affairs."
"I will meddle," Lin Ruoshui replied fearlessly, meeting Hu Fengling's gaze with unwavering determination and confidence. "Scum like you deserves punishment."
"You..." Hu Fengling seethed with rage but dared not act recklessly. He knew that Lin Ruoshui had deep connections in academia that he could not easily provoke; he could only roar impotently like a toothless tiger.
Ignoring Hu Fengling's threats, Lin Ruoshui walked over to Zhao Yang and handed him an ancient book whose cover emitted a faint scent of sandalwood. "This book might help you."
Zhao Yang took the book and glanced at its cover where four characters were inscribed—"Da Lang's Classic." He looked up at Lin Ruoshui in confusion, unsure of what she meant.
"This book contains knowledge about sex and psychology that might help you understand certain things," Lin Ruoshui explained, her tone carrying a hint of mystery, like a sage guiding someone through the fog.
Zhao Yang opened the book and found it filled with an array of peculiar symbols and intricate designs. At first glance, he couldn't decipher its meaning. However, he sensed that this book held a powerful force within it, stirring feelings of excitement and anticipation in him, much like a warrior on the brink of an adventure.
"Study it well; it may change your fate," Lin Ruoshui said meaningfully before turning to leave the gym. The black fitted dress accentuated her graceful figure, resembling a streak of black lightning as she vanished into the night.
Watching Lin Ruoshui's retreating figure, Zhao Yang was filled with confusion and curiosity. He was eager to uncover the secrets hidden within this book and to understand why Lin Ruoshui had entrusted it to him. Finding a quiet corner, he settled down to delve into "Da Lang's Classic." The content was profound, covering various aspects such as sexual techniques, psychological manipulation, and interpersonal relationships, broadening his horizons. It felt as if he had opened a door to a new world—one filled with temptation and danger.
The book detailed sexual techniques from caresses to intercourse, describing various positions and methods in vivid detail. He began to grasp that sex was not merely a physical union but also an emotional exchange and a game of power. He realized that his feelings for Zhu Fang might have been driven by mere possessiveness rather than true love. Memories flooded back of Zhu Fang eagerly responding to Hu Fengling, swaying her hips, caressing his chest, and even kissing his sensitive areas—emotions stirred within him.
The section on psychological manipulation deepened his understanding of human weaknesses. He learned how to exploit these vulnerabilities for his own gain and manipulate others' emotions to serve his interests. It was as if he saw a shortcut to the pinnacle of power—a path fraught with schemes and deceit.
The strategies regarding interpersonal relationships clarified the power struggles within academia for him. He began to comprehend how to navigate the complex academic landscape, build connections, and maneuver around cunning opponents. It felt like he was gazing at a vast chessboard where everyone was a piece, and he would become the one controlling the game.
As he read on, Zhao Yang's inner turmoil transformed into exhilaration. He felt as though he had acquired a formidable weapon capable of altering his destiny and even seizing control over the entire academic realm. He envisioned himself standing at the peak of power, surveying all below while reveling in the joy of victory.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the gym, Hu Fengling and Zhu Fang's clandestine meeting did not escape certain watchful eyes. A shadowy figure hidden in the darkness recorded their every move with a camera. Who did this figure belong to? What were their intentions? All remained an unsolved mystery.
Zhao Yang closed "Da Lang's Classic," his eyes gleaming with determination. He knew that his life was about to undergo a monumental transformation. No longer would he be a pawn; he would become a master of his own fate.
He glanced at Zhu Fang, still sprawled on the ground, feeling a mix of complex emotions. He understood that there was no going back for them; their past was irretrievable.
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