Detective Chen Yuxin adjusted her glasses and scrolled through the anonymous message on her phone. A tip about a shady Western-run entertainment company had piqued her interest. AEEA Andrew's Erotic Eastern Allure, the message said, was not just a new American modeling agency operating in Shanghai --it was also producing socially disturbing adult content like interracial porn and behind a few wildly popular dance clubs in central Shanghai.
Rumors of corruption within the police department, whispers of connections to organized crime, and the sudden explosion of raunchy online content featuring local girls fucking with hung white men had raised red flags. What truly caught Yuxin's attention was a screen grab someone had shared that she found oddly satisfying. Her head still couldn't find the logic why so many and herself want to look at videos of girls getting fucked by fake cocks. Because the cocks were so ridiculously big, like more than 8 inches they had to be fake.
Yuxin leaned back in her chair, her thoughts conflicted. At 20 years old, she was one of the youngest and sexiest detectives in the department, known for her sharp mind and large breast size, usually straining the buttons of her police uniform. However, her personal life wasn't as fulfilling. Married at her family's insistence to a kind but uninspiring Beijing man, she had always found it difficult to connect with him emotionally or physically. Even refuse to sleep with him on their wedding night. The thought of going undercover, of exploring a world so different from her everyday life, stirred a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. It might also be good for her career if she took the risk.
"Going undercover might be risky," she muttered, sipping her tea. "But if this Andrew is as well-connected as they say, I might be Shanghai's best chance at shutting this down."
Her mind made up, she began crafting a cover story. She would be Chen Yueliang, a shy girl from a working-class family, looking to escape her mundane job at a teahouse. She'd approach the agency under the pretense of needing quick cash and a shot at fame. She decided to only let her boss, the police chief Wang, learn of her plans.
On the other side of Shanghai Charles and Andrew reclined in their plush leather chairs, their office bathed in the neon glow of the bustling Shanghai nightclub below. The thumping bass from their gentleman's club, The Shanghai Affair, reverberated faintly through the floor. The expansive glass wall showcased a scene of pretty Shanghai girls gyrating gracefully on stages for their predominantly Western clientele.
"Ten million subscribers on our account at the moment" Charles said with a smug grin, swirling a glass of whiskey. "We've built an empire, Andrew. And the best part? The Chinese visitors are not just paying us--they're giving up and become totally addicted watching white guys fuck Chinese girls! I never would have thought it possible."
Andrew leaned back, chuckling. "It's not just the money, Charles. It's the leverage we gain over some of them. Like that old fool in Beijing. Hooked on our erotic allure can't get enough photos of Asian beauties sucking white cock. We had real luck that one of our subscribers has a senior position in the Communist Internet censorship department."
"Imagine," Charles interjected, "our accounts and content on a secret whitelist. Untouchable. We've bypassed the Great Firewall completely, thanks to his... enthusiastic consumption."
Charles leaned back in his chair, scrolling through the latest subscriber analytics on his tablet. "You know," he said, "our influence isn't just about the money or the leverage. It's about shaping minds. Did you see the survey results from the young female subscribers?"
Andrew raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did it say?"
"99 percent of them now openly say they find white men more attractive than Asian men. That's a big jump from just a few months ago when we launched. And get this--there's a growing trend in discussions about cock length. Most of them believe white men are naturally taller, have at least twice the cock size as Chinese men, and are more dominant."
Andrew smirked, swirling his whiskey. "Fascinating. We're not just running a business, Charles. We're redefining preferences. Changing the narrative. It's not just about entertainment anymore--it's cultural influence."
Charles chuckled, setting the tablet down. "The funny thing is, half of it is probably just perception. But perception is reality, and that reality is driving them right to our platform."
Andrew raised his glass, a sly grin spreading across his face. "To shape the minds--and the desires--of a generation."
Charles clinked his glass with Andrew's, their shared laughter echoing through the sleek, modern office. Below them a young dancer with long legs had taken off her bra shaking her tits in the face of a white guy that pushed a 100 yuan bill in her tiny panties.
Andrew smirked, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "And the supply of the enhancement drug is solid too. Those boys coming from California yesterday--what were their names? Ryan, Jake, Chris, and Matt--they're already making an impression."
Charles laughed, recalling the story. "Oh yeah, they spent the entire flight fucking the Chinese stewardesses. By the time they landed, I bet those girls were wondering how to get into our business."
Andrew nodded. "They're exactly what we need--young, fit, and enhanced. Shanghai's not ready for them."
The intercom buzzed, interrupting their conversation. Andrew pressed the button.
"Sir," came the voice of their assistant, a tall Chinese girl that was particularly fond of taking it up her ass while you spanked her. "Police chief Wang has passed along some... interesting intelligence. He says a young detective is planning to infiltrate your operations by applying to be one of our models. Apparently, she's eager to bring you down."
Charles snorted, shaking his head. "Poor girl. She has no idea what she's walking into, does she?"
Andrew grinned, his confidence unshaken. "Let her try. If she's half as pretty as the rest of our girls, we might even thank her for the free audition."
Charles leaned forward, rubbing his hands together. "What's the plan?"
Andrew paused, thoughtful. "We'll play along, of course. Let her get comfortable. If she's smart, she'll realize she's out of her depth and drop the act. If not... Well, we've handled worse threats than an ambitious detective."
They clinked their glasses in a toast, their laughter mingling with the muffled beats from below. Outside, Shanghai pulsed with life, unaware of the shadows lurking in its vibrant streets.
A week later, Yuxin walked into the nondescript office of Andrew's Erotic Eastern Allure. Dressed in a simple dress and minimal makeup, she looked every bit the naive girl she wanted to portray. She even wore a cute short dress but she kept pulling on the hem cursing herself for getting a too skimpy dress.
At the desk was Charles, one of the co-founders. His sharp suit and slicked-back hair gave him a polished, almost intimidating presence.
