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Zhao Yang was kicked to the ground by Hu Fengling. Before he could get up, he felt a big hand clamping his neck like an iron clamp and lifted him up. "Ahem..." Zhao Yang breathed hard, his face flushed, and the world in front of him began to blur. Hu Fengling grinned and threw him into the Private Training Room of the gym like trash, and locked the door behind him. Zhao Yang leaned against the door weakly, gasping for breath. Fear and anger intertwined, making him almost lose his mind. He pounded on the door hard, but it was in vain. "Zhu Fang! Zhu Fang!" Zhao Yang shouted desperately, but only heard a disgusting laugh from outside the door. Outside the Private Training Room, Hu Fengling's eyes were like a venomous snake wrapped around Zhu Fang. He approached step by step, and Zhu Fang subconsciously retreated until his back hit the cold wall. Hu Fengling reached out his hand and roughly stroked Zhu Fang's cheek, then moved down along her neck and stopped at the fullness of her chest. "Tsk, tsk, what a beauty." Hu Fengling's voice was full of teasing and greed. He kneaded Zhu Fang's softness wantonly, feeling the warmth and elasticity from his fingertips. Zhu Fang's body trembled. Disgust and fear made her want to scream, but she dared not make any sound. She bit her lips tightly, tears welled up in her eyes, but she could only let Hu Fengling's claws wander over her body. Hu Fengling's hands became more and more wanton. He tore open Zhu Fang's collar, revealing a large area of snow-white skin. His breathing became rapid, and his eyes became more and more blurred. He lowered his head and greedily kissed Zhu Fang's collarbone, then moved down all the way, finally stopping at the buds on her chest. "Don't..." Zhu Fang struggled weakly, but could not get rid of Hu Fengling's grip. She felt like a lamb to be slaughtered, and could only be slaughtered at will. Hu Fengling's kiss became more and more passionate, and his hands began to move restlessly towards Zhu Fang's waist and buttocks. He tore Zhu Fang's clothes roughly, stripping off the last covering on her body. "Please... let me go..." Zhu Fang's tears finally burst out, and she begged desperately, but Hu Fengling only ravaged her more crazily in return. Hu Fengling pressed Zhu Fang against the wall, his body tightly pressed against Zhu Fang's delicate body, allowing her to feel the burning breath emanating from his body. He roughly spread Zhu Fang's legs apart, and pressed his hard desire against her private parts. "Ah..." Zhu Fang let out a painful groan, and she felt as if her body was about to be torn apart.
Hu Fengling began to crash violently, his movements growing more intense, while Zhu Fang's moans became increasingly high-pitched.
In the Private Training Room, Zhao Yang felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He pounded on the door frantically, shouting Zhu Fang's name, but it was all in vain. He could only watch helplessly as the woman he loved was defiled by another man, and this sense of powerlessness brought him to the brink of collapse.
As Hu Fengling reveled in the thrill of conquest, he also took pleasure in humiliating Zhao Yang. He deliberately raised his voice so that Zhao Yang could hear every word clearly.
"How does it feel? Can you hear your woman's cries? Exciting, isn't it?" Hu Fengling's voice dripped with mockery and provocation.
Zhao Yang's teeth ground together, his fists clenched tightly, nails digging deep into his flesh as blood trickled through his fingers.
Just then, Zhu Fang's moans suddenly stopped, replaced by soft sobs.
"Fengling... I... I was wrong..." Zhu Fang's voice trembled with regret and despair.
"Oh? Now you realize your mistake? It's too late!" Hu Fengling sneered, his movements becoming even more brutal as if he intended to completely destroy Zhu Fang.
However, just when Hu Fengling was lost in his triumph, Zhu Fang unexpectedly reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around him.
"Fengling... I love you..." Zhu Fang's voice was filled with tenderness, her body beginning to respond to Hu Fengling's rhythm.
Hu Fengling froze, taken aback by Zhu Fang's sudden change of heart. He halted his actions and looked at her in confusion.
"Fengling... I know you've always liked me... I do too..." Zhu Fang's eyes sparkled with allure and temptation as her hand gently caressed Hu Fengling's cheek.
Hu Fengling's heart began to race as he felt himself falling into a gentle trap.
"Fengling... let's be together..." Zhu Fang's voice grew softer, her lips lightly brushing against Hu Fengling's ear, her breath fragrant.
Hu Fengling finally succumbed; he held Zhu Fang tightly, kissing her passionately.
In the Private Training Room, Zhao Yang witnessed this scene and felt utterly despairing. He slumped helplessly to the ground, tears streaming silently down his face.
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