Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

Aoyama Rinko extended her hand, painted with bright red nail polish, and calmly picked up a bundle of red rope from the box. Then she turned around, a near-holy, gentle yet eerie smile on her face, and walked step by step toward Su Xiaoxiao.

"What...what are you going to do?! No...don't come any closer!" Su Xiaoxiao completely broke down. She originally thought this kind-looking older sister was her savior, but she never expected her to be an even more terrifying devil!

It's obvious that the rope was used to tie her up.

But with so many people here, and she's just a woman, is it really necessary to tie her up with a rope?

"Let me go! Help!!! Help!!!" She screamed shrilly, struggling with all her might, but under Gao Jin's restraint, her resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

Lin Yaodong shook his head helplessly, his tone even tinged with pity, and uttered that classic line: "Save your energy, little sister. This room is custom-made, with excellent soundproofing. Besides, the music downstairs is so loud, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will hear you."

Aoyama Rinko walked up to Su Xiaoxiao and tried to tie her up with a red rope, but it didn't go smoothly because of Su Xiaoxiao's violent struggle.

Xiao Fu, who had been silently observing, walked over and together they held Su Xiaoxiao down even more firmly.

Xiao Fu's movements were precise and powerful, instantly depriving Su Xiaoxiao of any chance of resistance.

Under the soft, pink light, amidst Su Xiaoxiao's desperate screams and tears, Aoyama Rinko began her work.

The cold rope pressed against her warm skin, and fear overwhelmed Su Xiaoxiao like a tidal wave.

She never imagined that a seemingly clever car theft and negotiation would lead her into such a disastrous, absurd, and terrifying night.

Rinko Aoyama's movements were skillful and elegant; rather than binding, she was creating a ritualistic art form.

The red string in her hand wasn't tightened roughly, but rather moved and wrapped around Su Xiaoxiao's slender wrists and ankles with a peculiar rhythm...

The rope didn't dig deep into her flesh, but it cleverly restricted all her large movements, further highlighting the girl's supple curves.

This method of binding carries a unique aesthetic that combines restraint with beauty.

"Sister-in-law, you really know how to have fun!" Chicken stared wide-eyed, unable to help but exclaim in a low voice, his face full of excitement, "I've learned something, I've learned something!"

He had been in the underworld for many years, and had seen plenty of fighting, killing, and nightlife, but this kind of technical and entertaining "play" was something he had never seen before, as if he had opened the door to a new world.

Chan Ho-nam also looked surprised. He was more composed than Chicken, but at this moment he also looked like he had just seen something amazing.

He subconsciously touched his chin, his gaze shifting between Aoyama Rinko's nimble hands and Su Xiaoxiao's bound body, thinking to himself: This woman of A-Dong is indeed no ordinary character; her methods... are simply unheard of.

Da Tian Er, Bao Pi, and Jiao Pi, the henchmen, were dumbfounded, their mouths agape, almost big enough to fit an egg.

They were used to street fights and barbecues with beer, they had never seen anything like this before.

When I get hot, I go to a roadside barbershop to cool down, but it's just a matter of preaching the right posture.

The scene before them was both erotic and bizarre, shattering their simple understanding.

"You...you can play like this?" Bao Pi muttered to himself, feeling a slight shock to his worldview.

"Waaaaah~~" Su Xiaoxiao struggled in vain, but the ropes bound her like a moth caught in a spider's web.

A round ball was promptly stuffed into her mouth by Aoyama Rinko, effectively preventing her from screaming or cursing, leaving only muffled and desperate whimpers.

Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of humiliation and fear.

"Hang her up." Lin Yaodong's voice broke the brief silence. He raised his chin and gestured to the sturdy steel frame above the large bed, which gleamed with a metallic sheen.

He specifically ordered the installation of this steel frame to cater to customers with special needs, allowing the "sisters" in the shop to perform "special skills" such as "Flying Dragon in the Sky".

In order to transform this bar into a paradise that can satisfy all kinds of secret desires, Lin Yaodong has indeed put a lot of effort into the "hardware" facilities, which can be described as comprehensive.

Gao Jin and Xiao Fu remained silent, like the most precise machines, strictly carrying out Lin Yaodong's instructions.

The two men, one on each side, grabbed the knots binding Su Xiaoxiao and, with a little force, lifted her off the ground, suspending her from the steel frame above the large bed.

The weight of Su Xiaoxiao's body caused the rope to tighten slightly. She was like an exhibit, or a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, swaying helplessly in the air.

Rinko Aoyama nodded in satisfaction, admiring her "work".

As she turned to walk towards the table where the toolbox lay, she paused slightly past Lin Yaodong, her full, red lips almost touching his earlobe as she whispered in a warm, moist voice, a sound only the two of them could hear: "Do you like this?"

Her breath brushed against Lin Yaodong's earlobe almost imperceptibly, like a feather gently scratching.

Lin Yaodong felt the tickling sensation on his ear, combined with the striking scene before him illuminated by pink light—

The girl's fragile, suspended posture, the varied expressions of her henchmen, and the dangerous yet alluring aura emanating from Aoyama Rinko—

He could clearly feel his heart pounding uncontrollably a few times, and his blood seemed to be flowing faster as well.

He maintained his usual smile, but a barely perceptible heat flickered deep in his eyes as he softly replied, "Very interesting."

Aoyama Rinko got the reaction she wanted, and a bewitching smile appeared on her lips, like a black rose blooming in the dark night.

She walked to the table, her gaze sweeping through the toolbox before finally settling on the leather whip.

The material of this whip is indeed remarkable; it is not ordinary cowhide, but a composite material mixed with silk and special rubber, with a slender and flexible tip.

When it strikes a person, it does not cause severe pain or leave hideous marks. Instead, it brings a unique tactile sensation that stimulates nerve endings, a mixture of slight stinging and tingling, designed to challenge the psychological defenses of the person being struck.

"What is she trying to do..." Shanji muttered under his breath as he watched Aoyama Rinko pick up the whip.

This time, his tone was less playful and more genuinely curious, even with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness, like an apprentice about to encounter profound knowledge.

Chan Ho-nam remained silent, but his gaze became even more focused.

He lived in the underworld, where martial arts, loyalty, and territory mattered. This kind of "punishment" that was beyond the scope of conventional understanding gave him a strange sense of oppression and... an indescribable attraction.

He carefully observed Aoyama Rinko's every move, trying to understand the logic behind it.

Da Tian Er, Bao Pi, Jiao Pi, and the others didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

The initial spectator mentality had completely vanished, replaced by a strange tension and unease.

The pink light no longer seemed ambiguous; instead, it created an eerie and unsettling atmosphere.

But this palpitation wasn't caused by fear or dread; it was a more ethereal feeling, in short... indescribable.

An invisible tension seemed to permeate the air, making these men, who were used to being straightforward, feel somewhat at a loss.