Volume 2: Son of the Forbidden
Chapter 1: Harem Construction p2
For the next few days, Fang Qiang threw himself into the construction work with great enthusiasm.
First, he went down the mountain and back to the city to buy a large quantity of canned food, drinking water, and daily necessities, including bedsheets, blankets, and toiletries. He also bought a small generator and some excavation equipment. He hired a large truck and drove a full load back to Tiger Mountain.
The truck could only go as far as the foot of the mountain. Fortunately, Fang Qiang had prepared for this. He had already bought an electric tricycle from a nearby farmer and used it to transport all the goods to the cliff’s edge in batches.
He hid the tricycle in the nearby forest, covering it with branches and weeds to make it look abandoned.
Then, with great effort, he made multiple trips up and down the cliff, carrying all the goods back to the cave. Although his enhanced physique was far superior to before, the work still made him sweat, leaving his back sore.
But he was extremely excited and in high spirits. After a short rest, he started again, getting the generator running, setting up the wiring, and installing light bulbs, filling the cave with light.
Next, he chose the most comfortable of the small caves as his bedroom. He cleaned it thoroughly, made the bed, and even lit some sandalwood incense to drive away the musty smell.
The other small caves were used to store his various supplies, which he organized neatly.
Lying in the little world he had created with his own hands, Fang Qiang had a wonderful night’s sleep.
The next day, he was busy again. Using various power tools, he continued to dig deeper into the mountain, dumping the excavated rock and dirt off the cliff.
After digging for more than ten meters, he suddenly broke through into another massive cavern, even larger than the first. Its walls were also covered in crystals, which reflected the light, making it very bright.
Fang Qiang was overjoyed. It seemed the interior of the mountain was riddled with hollow caverns, eroded by some natural force. If he could connect all the caverns, the usable space would grow larger and larger, saving him a lot of digging.
His guess turned out to be correct.
For the next four or five days, Fang Qiang worked day and night, excavating the mountain walls. Aside from necessary breaks for food and sleep, he spent all his time working. He even forgot about his research on the synthesis agent, completely engrossed in his excavation, wanting to see just how much space was inside the mountain.
He connected a total of seven natural caverns. The tunnel he dug from the seventh cavern led right back to the first one he had discovered, forming a loop.
Each large cavern had several smaller caves attached to it. In total, there were over forty caves of various sizes, with a total area of nearly a thousand square meters—plenty of space for sixty or seventy people.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Fang Qiang cheered, running in and out of the caves, his excitement palpable. He felt like a king surveying his territory, filled with an indescribable sense of pride.
Yes, this was his territory. He had no subjects yet, but he was confident that he would soon, and that they would all be stunningly beautiful women, absolutely loyal, submissive, and gentle.
What should he name this place?
Fang Qiang pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered a TV series he had seen last year. The debauched Zhengde Emperor of the Ming Dynasty had built a special building in the imperial palace for his pleasure, the historically famous “Leopard House.” ‘Leopard House’ is a bit small-minded. I’ll call it the ‘Leopard Palace.’ Yes, the Leopard Palace… grander than even an emperor’s. Hahaha…
And so it was decided. The hidden space inside the mountain now had an official name: the Leopard Palace.
At its current scale, it could almost be considered a small palace. Though it was still rough, the basic structure was there.
In the future, he just needed to finish the construction and install the necessary facilities, and everything would be perfect.
The only concern was the air quality. The deeper he went into the mountain, the worse the air circulation became.
But that was an easy problem to solve. He just needed to install oxygen generators in each of the large caverns to ensure a steady supply of fresh air.
Of course, building this palace to its full potential would be a long-term project. There was no need to rush.
Right now, the most important thing was to have enough funds to sustain his daily life and further development.
The generator alone required a constant supply of gasoline. And his future research on the synthesis agent would also be a huge expense, with all the instruments and chemicals he would need.
He had inventoried the loot from Qian Sheng’s villa. There was over half a million in cash. If he was going to be doing experiments, that probably wouldn’t last him two months. As for the jewelry, he could sell it for cash, but would that be too risky?
If his ex-girlfriend Ye Ling had reported the crime, then selling the jewelry would be like walking right into a police trap.
The thought of Ye Ling made him involuntarily recall that night, the image of her bleeding, moaning, and submitting to him. His groin immediately stirred.
That bitch. Fucking her just once was letting her off too easy.
I should just capture her, imprison her here forever, and make her mine and mine alone…
The thought, once it had taken root, grew stronger and stronger. Fang Qiang couldn’t resist. He left the cave, climbed back to the top of the cliff, found his electric tricycle, and drove down the mountain. Then he took a bus into the city.
He got off in the city center. It was noon.
Fang Qiang bought a new pair of sunglasses and, with his collar turned up, strolled around the nearby streets for a while. He didn’t notice any unusual atmosphere, nor did he see any wanted posters with his face on them. This meant that Ye Ling had not, in fact, called the police.
Relieved, Fang Qiang found a movie theater and spent the afternoon watching movies to kill time.
In the evening, after dinner, he took a bus to Qian Sheng’s villa.
Waiting for a gap in traffic, he did as he had before, stripping off his clothes and running to the villa’s iron gate.
He knocked, then pressed his body against the gate and turned invisible.
But this time, no one opened the gate.
Fang Qiang waited for a moment, then knocked again, but there was still no response. He was surprised. Did they move? That would make things difficult.
Just as he was feeling disappointed, two beams of light swept over him. The familiar, ultra-luxurious Mercedes sports car appeared.
It was Qian Sheng’s car!
Fang Qiang was delighted. He pressed himself against the gate, motionless, and waited.
The car stopped in front of the gate. A pale-faced Qian Sheng leaned out and pressed his hand against an infrared scanner next to the gate. The gate slowly and automatically opened.
So, he had switched to an automatic lock that required a fingerprint to open.
After the car drove in, the gate slowly began to close. Just before it shut completely, Fang Qiang slipped inside, unnoticed.
Qian Sheng, completely oblivious, parked the car in the garage, turned off the engine, got out, and entered the European-style villa.
Fang Qiang followed silently behind him.
Everything was going so smoothly, even more smoothly than last time. Last time, he had at least encountered a butler, two bodyguards, and two wolfhounds. This time, there was nothing.
It turned out that after the attack, Qian Sheng had suspected the butler and bodyguards of colluding with outsiders. In a fit of anger, he had fired them all and spent a fortune installing an infrared identification system. Now, no one but him could open the gate.
But he never imagined that Fang Qiang had slipped in right under his nose.
Although he had successfully infiltrated the villa, Fang Qiang was still cautious. He used his camouflage to hide himself, moving forward step by step, his wary eyes scanning his surroundings, afraid of walking into an ambush.
But his caution proved to be unnecessary. There were no surprises.
It wasn’t until he reached the third floor that Fang Qiang was sure there were no traps. He let out a sigh of relief and, following the familiar path, headed for the master bedroom.
He was still some distance away when he heard Ye Ling’s terrified pleading from inside.
“Don’t, hubby… what’s wrong with you? Please, don’t…”
Her plea was answered by a sinister, mocking laugh.
“What, a rapist can do it, but I, your husband, can’t?”
Then came Ye Ling’s scream, a sound full of pain, as if she had been hurt.
Fang Qiang hurried forward and peeked through the crack in the door.
What he saw was a depraved scene.
His ex-girlfriend Ye Ling, her hair disheveled, her nightgown cut in several places to reveal large patches of her fair, tender skin, was spread-eagled on the bed. Her wrists and ankles were tied with thick cloth strips to the bedposts.
Her full breasts and rounded thighs were almost completely bare, still marked with the bites and scratches he had left. It gave her beautiful, alluring body a violated look, like a newly disarmed prey, submissively waiting to be ravaged by the hunter. Her pale face, her terrified expression, and the tears welling in her eyes only served to inspire a desire to abuse her further.
Qian Sheng stood by the bed, holding a lit candle, a savage grin on his face as he looked down at her.
“My dear wife, don’t you like being raped? Today, I’m going to satisfy you.”
“No! I don’t like it… sniff, sniff, I don’t like it at all…” Ye Ling sobbed, instinctively struggling, trying to free her limbs, but it only made the cloth strips cut deeper into her soft skin.
“Stop your crying!” Qian Sheng roared, his face ferocious. “You think just because I’m injured down there, I can’t get it up for you anymore? Ha, ha… I’ll show you what I can do!”
He tilted his hand slightly, and hot wax dripped down onto Ye Ling’s naked skin.
Ye Ling screamed in pain, her body convulsing, her limbs thrashing against the bed, like a mermaid being roasted alive.
Qian Sheng cackled, a thrill of pleasure running through him. Unfortunately, his lower body remained unresponsive. He couldn’t get an erection.
After Fang Qiang’s “surgery” that night, the wound had been extremely small. At first, he hadn’t noticed anything wrong. But then he found that it was bleeding nonstop, and that he had lost the ability to get an erection. In a panic, he had rushed to the hospital and consulted with all the top doctors in the city. After days of medication and surgery, the result was still disappointment. This evening, his “little brother” had been officially pronounced dead.
After cursing out all the doctors, he had no choice but to go home. On the way, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. When he got home and saw his beautiful wife in her nightgown, still lost in the grief of her rape, looking so pitiful, the thought of her tender, delicious body being ravaged on this very bed by another man for an entire night… the thought made his mouth go dry, and a feverish, wicked desire surged through him.
And so, just like many eunuchs in the history books, the rich young master, due to his physical impotence, had become a sexual deviant.
He imitated the scenes from Japanese porn. Amid Ye Ling’s cries and pleas, he had tied her up, cut her nightgown to shreds, and was now re-enacting the rape, giving himself a powerful visual stimulus.
“You little slut, I have a lot more in store for you tonight. You’re going to enjoy it,” Qian Sheng said with a smug smile, tossing the candle aside and picking up a long whip.
“No, no… why are you doing this to me? I’m your wife…” Ye Ling sobbed, her whole body trembling.
“Shut up! In my eyes, you’re nothing but a human toy for me to vent my frustrations on! Understand? A toy!” Qian Sheng roared. Just as he was about to bring the whip down, his eyes rolled back, and he swayed and collapsed.
