Happiness is everywhere

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I've heard people say "alcohol is a medium for prostitution," a statement I didn't quite understand before, but now I increasingly think it makes sense. My girlfriend is usually very dignified and innocent; I'd never ask her to wear anything revealing, so how could I possibly humiliate her? I can only wait until she's drunk, losing her rationality, and then I can do whatever I want to her.

Leaving aside my girlfriend, let's take my online friend Akuma as an example. He's also a guy like me who enjoys humiliating and exposing his girlfriend, so we get along very well. His girlfriend is similar to mine; normally, she's a pretty, innocent, and cute girl, like a girl next door. But when she's drunk, she does things she wouldn't normally dare to do.

Akuma even professionally analyzed his girlfriend's drunkenness, dividing it into four levels. The most basic is that after some drinks, his girlfriend becomes a bit exuberant, a little different from her usual demure and shy personality. If she drinks more, she becomes very talkative, able to chat with any random stranger. If you get her to drink a few more glasses, hehe, she'll become a bit promiscuous.

Once, Akuma even took advantage of her being so drunk that he told her to take off her underwear and expose her buttocks to others, and she actually did it! If he made her drink two more glasses of wine, she would reach the peak of her drunkenness and pass out, impossible to wake up no matter what he did. If she were to sleep with a man, she probably wouldn't even know it. And another thing is that after sobering up, his girlfriend completely forgets what happened while she was drunk.

Because of this, Akuma and his girlfriend have had many heart-pounding and nose-bleeding experiences, which he is writing down. When he publishes them, we lecherous men will be in for a treat; hopefully, his masterpiece will be released soon.

Returning to my girlfriend's drunkenness, the process is similar to Akuma's analysis, but her reactions are slightly different each time, so I can't summarize it into a "theorem." I only know that my girlfriend is the type who gets drunk quickly and sobers up quickly. She doesn't drink much but gets drunk quickly, but wakes up after two or three hours, and also forgets what happened while drunk, only retaining some vague memories. But when drunk, I often do unexpected things.

That time was last month, springtime. I caught a cold, and the worst part was the fever. I saw a doctor, took some medicine, and my head was a bit foggy and unclear. After lunch, I went to bed.

Around six o'clock, my cell phone woke me up. It was my girlfriend, Shaoxia's, voice. I vaguely heard her finish speaking and learned that we were going to a farewell dinner for her good friend, Aren. I knew Aren too; he was my girlfriend's classmate in high school. His family was moving to Canada, and I wanted to make Shaoxia proud, so I forced myself to go.

That night, we went to a small, flavorful restaurant in the suburbs for Aren's farewell dinner. Aren was short and not very popular with girls; all the guests were boys, except for my girlfriend. In high school, Aren was often bullied by his classmates, even the girls. My girlfriend felt sorry for him, so he was especially good to her.

After we finished eating, everyone started drinking. I was so sick that I couldn't drink at all; just one glass and I felt like I was passing out. My girlfriend knew I was sick, and she politely declined every toast for me, but the guys wouldn't let me off the hook. One guy said, "Your boyfriend has to drink, but it's okay if he doesn't. You drink for him!"

Amidst all the commotion, my girlfriend had already drunk several glasses for me. The guys seemed intent on getting her drunk, constantly urging her to drink. Of course, my girlfriend was the only girl at the table, and she was so beautiful, wearing a short dress that day—she looked adorable. The guys were all trying to get close to her, even Ah Ren didn't stop her from drinking.

I wasn't really sure what was going on; I just felt the small restaurant was stuffy, and with people smoking at other tables, the air was very polluted, and my mind was foggy. At first, my girlfriend tried to refuse, saying she wouldn't drink, but later she said, "Don't underestimate me, I can still drink, I'm not drunk at all..." I knew she was drunk to be talking nonsense like that.

Later, they started talking about Ah Ren's embarrassing stories from middle school. Some boys said they once went into the wrong girls' restroom and were caught by two girls who threatened to cut off his penis; others said they had a crush on a girl, but her boyfriend found out and beat them up. They got more and more excited and started teasing each other.

Suddenly, someone said to my girlfriend, "It's your turn to tell us one of Ah Ren's embarrassing stories."

My girlfriend laughed and said, "Back then, he sat in the row in front of me, clumsy and always dropping his eraser and pen on the floor, then frantically picking them up."

Everyone burst out laughing, and Ah Ren looked a little embarrassed.

"Don't laugh so fast, I haven't finished yet," my girlfriend said. "Once, I saw him drop his set square and compass again, and he bent down to pick them up. He had been trying for a long time but hadn't managed to get them back. I thought I should help him, and just as I was about to bend down to ask if he needed my help, I realized that he wasn't picking up anything, but was actually peeking under my skirt! I had to quickly clench my legs together."

Ah Ren's friends were all in an uproar. So this guy had been peeping under my girlfriend's skirt in high school! But actually, it wasn't that strange, because I myself liked to peek at girls' underwear in high school, and I believe many boys like to do that. What was strange was that my girlfriend would tell such a story; she seemed to be drunk.

The boys deliberately teased Ah Ren, saying, "So you're a peeping tom. What color are Shao Xia's underwear?" This made Ah Ren very embarrassed. My girlfriend said, "I always wore white back then. What's so interesting about women's underwear? I really don't understand."

Suddenly, a guy said to my girlfriend, "Ah Ren is going to Canada next week. Let him see under your skirt one more time, so he can die happy." Ah Ren yelled, "What are you saying? Such unlucky things!" Everyone else burst out laughing.

My girlfriend giggled and said, "If you want to see, you can. It's really not that interesting." My heart was pounding. I never expected my girlfriend to answer like that. Was it the effect of being drunk? But this was a restaurant! There were several burly men smoking at the next table, and they turned around when they heard her say that. My girlfriend sat down in the chair next to Ah Ren, lifted her short skirt, and spread her legs, showing Ah Ren her light blue floral underwear. When I saw my girlfriend's two lovely thighs completely exposed, I almost had a nosebleed. Ah Ren was a little embarrassed, but he also stared greedily. The other guys yelled, "Hey, hey, hey, that's not fair! You're only showing Ah Ren, we can't see! Come over here..."

My girlfriend, her face flushed, drunkenly sat down next to each of them, spreading her legs for them to see. The power of alcohol was truly terrifying; it had turned my innocent and lovely girlfriend into a wanton woman.

Finally, after going around in circles, she squeezed next to the guy next to me, doing the same thing again: pulling up her loose skirt and spreading her legs wide. Even I could see her blue panties then; the thin fabric seemed a little damp. Perhaps seeing so many guys had aroused her.

We didn't finish our antics until midnight. When my girlfriend and I left the restaurant, our legs were a little weak. Ah Ren and his old friends had all scattered like birds. We could have taken a bus and transferred to get home, but seeing ourselves half-drunk and my girlfriend half-awake, we decided a taxi was the safest option. So we supported each other as we walked to the taxi stand some distance away.

Suddenly, two men behind us chuckled and rushed up to us. It turned out to be the man who had been smoking at the next table. One of them said, "Wow, little sister, you were showing your underwear to those guys earlier, but we couldn't see it clearly. Can you show it to us?"

I was about to yell at them when my girlfriend, seemingly drunk, said to them, "Okay, I'll show you, just for a second. If you still can't see it clearly, then I can't help you." She then actually lifted her skirt and quickly showed them her underwear. My heart pounded. I never imagined my girlfriend would let strange men see her underwear!

Another man complained, "Not enough, not enough, too fast, I can't see clearly."

I tugged at my girlfriend, thinking she would be scared and run away with me, but she pouted and said, "If you still can't see clearly, then you two come and see for yourselves!" I think she meant for the two men to look at their own bodies, but she said the wrong thing, "Then you two come and see for yourselves."

The two strangers laughed and said to me, "It's your girlfriend who asked us to come and see her, don't blame us!" Then one of them pulled up her short skirt. It was a loose, doll-like skirt. That man was really going too far; he pulled it all the way up to her armpits, and my girlfriend's entire body was immediately exposed. Not only were her panties exposed, but her bra was also exposed. The most beautiful thing was that her very curvaceous body was exposed, and the two men couldn't help but gasp.

My girlfriend then got a little scared and said "No!" She tried to break free and run away, but the man held onto her skirt and pulled her close. He then grabbed her panties and pulled them down, exposing her two round, plump buttocks. I almost had a nosebleed from the sight. Just as I was wondering what to do, my girlfriend screamed. We were still outside the restaurant, and the two men, realizing they couldn't force her, released her and hurriedly ran away.

When my girlfriend and I arrived at the taxi stand, she had straightened her clothes, but the effects of the alcohol had fully worn off, and she was starting to feel drowsy. By the time the taxi arrived, she was already half asleep, and I had to push

her into it. The taxi driver, a burly man in his forties or fifties, tried to drive off without taking us, but luckily I stepped onto the road and managed to stop him.

My girlfriend and I sat in the back seat, and she leaned against me, falling asleep within two minutes. Damn, this is bad. My girlfriend is drunk and asleep, which means she's really drunk. I'm also dizzy and lightheaded. The thought of carrying her home is awful. But I didn't think too much about it because I drifted off to sleep too.

I think the taxi turned a few corners and stopped downstairs at my rented apartment. The street was lined with small car repair shops. When the taxi arrived, I think it was already past 1 a.m. The surroundings were quiet and dark, like a dead end, thankfully illuminated by a few dim streetlights. After

the car stopped, the driver said, "Hey, we're here!"

I knew I was home, but my whole body ached and felt weak, and my head was spinning. I wanted to ask the driver to wait a bit until I sobered up before letting us out, but my throat still hurt so much I couldn't make a sound. I tried to get up, but I was too weak.

I, Bo, am rebellious and confused, my eyes glazed over, my body trembling with fear, my spirit broken, my heart filled with a strange, unsettling feeling. I am like a broken ox, its body brimming with life, its spirit trembling with fear ...

"Fuck your mother's stinking chicken!" The driver seemed a bit angry, muttering profanities to himself, "I don't know what bad luck I've been having lately, running into this drunken brat who won't pay!" He got out of the car, muttering incessantly, "Damn it, might as well drag them out and dump them on the street."

I was struggling to get up, so hearing him say that reassured me. I figured I'd just wait for him to drag us out of the car, and then we could slowly climb back upstairs. At least he didn't say he was going to beat us to death and throw

us in the ditch. The driver kept muttering, "Damn it, another wasted trip, I don't know what bad luck I've been having lately..." As he spoke, he opened the back door from my girlfriend's side, because he was parked on the right. He continued muttering under his breath, "Come on, get out of the car, you two brats. I'm unlucky to have run into you tonight. I'll just leave you here..."

I found the driver somewhat amusing, but of course, I didn't laugh out loud. My head was spinning, and my throat hurt; how could I laugh?

The driver grabbed my girlfriend's slender arm, pulled twice, but couldn't budge it. My girlfriend's entire upper body was leaning against me; how could I move her? The amused driver muttered again, "Damn you, you stinking slut, I can't move you even if I try. You're really unlucky..."

Seeing that pulling my girlfriend's arm was useless, the driver noticed that her legs were leaning towards the door, so he reached out to pull my girlfriend's right leg. I hadn't thought there was anything wrong with it at first, but when he pulled like that, wow, my girlfriend's entire leg was exposed! Her short skirt only covered half of her thigh, but when the driver pulled my girlfriend's right leg like that, her legs were spread wide apart. How could the short skirt cover that? It's safe to assume that, from the driver's perspective, he could see my girlfriend's entire underwear!

Sure enough, the driver paused, his eyes widening, and stopped muttering. Instead, he gently lowered my girlfriend's right leg, patted her, and asked, "Miss, the car's here, please get out!"

My girlfriend was completely drunk, but a strange thought crossed my mind: if I ignored him, would he look at my girlfriend's alluring underwear again?

Seeing our lack of reaction, the driver pulled my girlfriend's right leg up first, then her left, and pulled her outwards. Oh, so this driver still wanted to just drop us off on the street; it seemed he didn't actually intend to peek at my girlfriend's underwear.

After the driver pulled a couple of times, my girlfriend's body had moved a third of the way out of the car, with both legs pulled out. My heart was pounding. Hehe, now he couldn't help but see my girlfriend's underwear. It turned out that while my girlfriend's skirt was stuck to the seat and didn't move, her lower body was pulled out, and the skirt ended up rolled up to her waist.

I, a man, am betrayed by the world, and I am filled with the joy of life. I am like a fish out of water, its wings gleaming, its wings trembling, its body swaying, its spirit broken. I am like a fish out of water, its wings gleaming, its spirit broken. I am like a fish out of water ...

My girlfriend was still fast asleep, damn it, her two smooth thighs and alluring panties were completely exposed to this stranger, the driver, and she had no idea.

I saw the driver's hands trembling slightly, I didn't know if it was fear or excitement. He lowered my girlfriend's legs, so both legs were sticking out of the car. He swallowed a few times, stuck his head into the car, and looked at me. Of course, I was "sleeping" too! I'm really good at pretending to be asleep, I didn't move at all, and I didn't even blink.

He took a deep breath, moved my girlfriend's left leg slightly apart, opening her crotch. His left hand slowly moved between her legs, and a thought flashed through my mind: he wanted to touch my girlfriend's genitals! I secretly cheered, but I was also nervous for him. His hand hovered in the air for about ten seconds, then gently pressed down on the dark pubic hair on my girlfriend's underwear…

Huff, huff, huff, my girlfriend didn't react, and the driver wasn't as nervous as before. His middle finger moved down, slowly, and my girlfriend continued to breathe evenly, lost in her ecstasy. Damn, what kind of girl is so lewd, letting other men touch her genitals without any reaction?

The driver's finger stopped between my girlfriend's legs, then suddenly pressed down hard. My girlfriend immediately let out an "Oh," and her whole body trembled. I was startled. This driver was incredibly reckless, doing this to my girlfriend like this, what if he woke her up? But my girlfriend didn't wake up; she turned her head away and fell asleep again.

The driver was overjoyed and muttered to himself, "Damn, I've hit the jackpot today. Such a beautiful girl is so drunk. Heaven is on my side..." Then came another long string of incomprehensible words.

As he spoke, he pressed his fingers between my girlfriend's legs again, and she made "oh... um... hmm..." sounds. This time, he was bolder. Since she hadn't woken up when he did it before, he figured he might as well touch her a few more times, so he started touching her crotch between her panties.

My girlfriend, in her drunken stupor, was completely unaware of what was happening, only her head swaying slightly, her mouth and nostrils emitting soft, seductive moans. Her smooth, jade-like legs swayed gently in front of the lecherous driver. Not to mention this kind of lecherous man, even a normally gentleman might not be able to resist such beauty.

The driver was even happier; I could tell he was incredibly excited. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and he kept muttering to himself, "Damn her stinky cunt, so beautiful and slutty, tonight's a real lucky night..."

As he spoke, his fingers were constantly on the move, caressing the tender flesh between my girlfriend's legs. After a while, he went a step further, his fingers hooking around the edge of her panties and pulling from right to left. Wow! My girlfriend's pubic hair was completely exposed! From my angle, I could only see her soft pubic hair, but the driver must have seen her vulva perfectly clearly.

I saw his eyes were a little red, greedily staring at my girlfriend's vulva, his face looking somewhat fierce, as he forced his right fingers between her legs.

"Mmm...oh!" My girlfriend let out a soft moan this time, her whole body trembling, her legs jerking slightly. My heart pounded in my chest, and the driver quickly withdrew his hand. He seemed startled by her moan; though not loud, it still sounded a bit jarring in the quiet street.

The driver stood frozen outside the door for a minute, then, seeing that my girlfriend hadn't moved and was once again soundly asleep, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. I looked at my beloved girlfriend lying stiffly on the back seat of the taxi. Her short dress had rolled up to her stomach when she moved, leaving her body completely naked below the waist, except for her pulled-up underwear. I felt anxious, not because of her exposure, but because I hoped this lecherous man would take advantage of my lovely girlfriend.

But the driver seemed worried about something; he grabbed my girlfriend's legs, pushed her into the car, and closed the door. I was a little disappointed. This driver was lecherous, but cowardly.

He returned to his seat, and I really had no idea what he was thinking. He'd given up such a good opportunity; what a pity. My desire to humiliate my girlfriend wasn't quite satisfied. I thought, since my girlfriend was so drunk, I should at least expose her two prized assets to this lecherous driver! So I secretly reached behind my girlfriend and unhooked her bra, then pulled her dress up a little more. Hehe, if I did this, when the driver came to drag my girlfriend out of the car, he'd definitely see her round, tender breasts, and maybe even get a chance to touch them a couple of times. Wahaha, so satisfying! (Haha, isn't this awesome?)

The driver suddenly started the taxi. I was a little confused, but luckily he kept talking to himself, revealing his plan: "I can't just mess around in these streets and alleys... Let's find a better place..." He was talking to himself, so he wasn't very loud; I could only catch the key points, not the whole sentence.

The taxi slowly moved forward and saw a small alley with just enough space for one car. During the day, this was where those small repair shops encroached on the land, so he immediately reversed the car into this illegally modified garage. It was pitch black inside, but by the dim light from outside, I could still see the surroundings: a few repair tools, and some diesel oil stains on the walls and floor.

Damn, this place was definitely more secluded. This lecherous driver hurriedly got out of the car, opened the back door on my girlfriend's side, pulled my girlfriend's two smooth legs out of the car again, and then picked her up around the waist. My girlfriend was easy to lift because of her slender waist and light figure, so the driver carried her out of the car and placed her on the trunk lid.

The red light on the back of the taxi was on, indicating when it was stopped, but now it illuminated my girlfriend's body in the darkness. My girlfriend looked even more alluring in the red light. She was lying on the hood, her dress drooping down again, and my plan to expose her breasts didn't work out.

But when the driver walked behind my girlfriend, my heart naturally pounded with excitement. I knew my girlfriend was going to be severely humiliated, and as her boyfriend, was it too much for me to just stand by and watch her being violated by this lecherous driver without stopping him?

The driver lifted my girlfriend's skirt up to her slender waist again and then pulled down her panties. I was actually torn. Although I wanted to see my girlfriend being violated, I felt a pang of heartache every time. My girlfriend was so cute, innocent, and beautiful; every inch of her alluring skin should belong to me. To have her violated by other men, who were like beasts, was indescribably painful. But this pain also stirred an inexplicable excitement within me, spreading through every cell of my body.

The driver pulled out his penis—damn, it was huge! I thought he wouldn't be very capable at his age, but that penis completely changed my mind. It was thick, strong, black, and long, with intertwined, gnarled roots—thicker than mine, looking even more grotesque under the red light.

He walked behind my girlfriend. From my angle, I couldn't see his movements, but I knew my girlfriend's vagina must be wet. She was a very sensitive girl; this lecherous man had touched and prodded her earlier, so it must be wet.

My heart pounded, waiting for the moment when this lecherous driver would rape my girlfriend. My girlfriend was still obediently lying on the trunk lid, her eyes closed, her face flushed, completely unaware that someone was about to assault her. The driver spread her two tender white thighs from behind, then his hand groped her crotch. My girlfriend's cheeks flushed, her whole body trembled, and she made "hmm hmm hmm" moaning sounds from her nostrils. After a while, I heard a "squelching" sound of flesh rubbing together. I guessed right, my girlfriend was very sensitive; even a few touches from a man were enough to make her vaginal fluids gush out.

I saw the driver's muscular waist thrust hard into my girlfriend's rear. My girlfriend cried out "Ah!" and her whole body trembled on the trunk lid as if she had been electrocuted. I heard a "plop" sound, and wow! My girlfriend's vagina had been penetrated by that lecherous driver, and he continued to thrust in. It was hard to imagine how his thick, black penis managed to fit into my girlfriend's warm, wet vagina. My girlfriend's pussy is very tight, but also very elastic. It must have been gripping that driver's cock tightly. No wonder he looked so happy. Damn! I'm such a slut, enjoying having a girlfriend for others to use!

Because my girlfriend was lying on the trunk lid, I could only see her upper body. For her lower body, I could only see her very elastic buttocks. The driver's thick waist slammed into her buttocks, and her buttocks bounced him back. Having sex with my girlfriend from behind was a double pleasure.

At first, the driver just held my girlfriend's slender waist and thrust hard between her legs, making her moan louder and louder, and her body began to twist and turn in rhythm with his thrusts. At this point, the driver started paying attention to her upper body. Seeing the zipper at the back of her short dress, he quickly pulled it down, revealing my girlfriend's smooth, jade-like back. He then pulled the dress open to the sides and began peeling it off her shoulders—damn, it was like peeling a tender bamboo shoot. My girlfriend's beautiful body was revealed from under the dress. The driver pulled the dress down, along with her bra, up to her slender waist, exposing my girlfriend's entire upper body, her two large breasts pressed limply against the car hood.

Unable to reach my girlfriend's lovely, firm breasts, the driver turned her over and laid her on the hood of the car. I could see her breasts jiggling in the air as he thrust into her. After a couple of touches, he began to knead them mercilessly, squeezing her soft breasts until they were almost deformed. Damn it, wasn't fucking my girlfriend enough? He had to play with her like this?

Not satisfied, he bent down and licked her two bright red nipples, then gently bit and nibbled at them. My girlfriend's nipples were so tender; they couldn't withstand such lewd treatment. She couldn't help but moan softly, but these moans were the sounds of lovemaking, the kind that would make any man want to have sex with her.

The driver lifted my girlfriend's long, slender legs, then thrust his thick, fleshy waist straight towards her crotch. He moved his hips up and down, pounding his hard, thick penis in and out of her wet pussy. My girlfriend was being fucked to the point of multiple orgasms, her pussy probably overflowing with lustful fluids, making "splashing...squeaking...tsk tsk tsk..." sounds. She was writhing all over, her beautiful hair scattered all over the hood of the car.

Damn it, my girlfriend was being fucked like this by a man, and she was still in a daze? Just as I was thinking this, my girlfriend suddenly seemed to wake up slowly. She was moaning and groaning, with some unclear sounds mixed in: "...Don't do that anymore...Who are you...Ahhh..."

I thought the driver would be scared and run away when he saw my girlfriend wake up, but he became even more excited and said to my girlfriend, who was having sex with him, "What does it matter who I am? Anyway, you slut who needs to be fucked just wants to be fucked and fucked for free..." Damn, my girlfriend was fucked by him for free, and he still had to curse her!

My girlfriend said with difficulty, "...Please stop...you're going to kill me..." But before she could finish, she started moaning again, "Ah, ah, ah," it seemed her little pussy was being pleasured by the burly driver again, so her moans changed: "...Ah...your pussy is so strong...it's about to tear my pussy apart...I can't take it anymore..."

Hearing her say that, the driver became even more excited, and frantically rode on her lower abdomen, thrusting forty or fifty times, making my girlfriend moan loudly, it was hard to understand what she was saying, it seemed like "fuck me to death," "tear my pussy apart," "you're going in so deep"...in short, all the lewd words she usually used when she was in bed with me were shouted out.

The driver, a man in his forties or fifties, was now panting and struggling. He thrust his thick waist, pushing his penis deep into her vagina, then began to pound and thrust. My girlfriend was now completely aroused, her legs trembling. Then the lecherous man stiffened for a moment, then went limp. My girlfriend, however, continued to sway her hips on the hood, biting her lip and crying out, "I can't... I can't go any higher... a little more... a couple more thrusts..."

Damn! I never imagined that after being raped like this, my girlfriend would still beg a man to fuck her a little more because she couldn't reach orgasm. She was utterly depraved, a far cry from her usual refined and innocent image.

The driver, panting heavily, pulled his limp penis, still sticky with semen, from my girlfriend's vagina. He said, "I'm done for. I never thought you, you filthy bitch, had such a strong sex drive. Take your boyfriend home, and we'll do it again!"

My girlfriend, who had been completely drunk and limp just moments before, was now mostly sober. She got dressed, and the driver drove to my rented apartment building. My girlfriend woke me up so we could get out of the car together. She even paid the taxi fare, but the driver charged her fifty yuan less, saying, "Consider this my tip." Then he drove off. Damn it, my girlfriend only gets fifty yuan for one time? She's even worse off than those forty or fifty-year-old prostitutes standing on the street! My girlfriend and I

went upstairs. I still had a headache, a sore throat, and felt dizzy. I had to pretend I didn't know anything, so I let my girlfriend help me upstairs. When we opened the door and entered the house, we woke up the landlord, He Chunhui. He didn't yell at us, though; he'd always been very kind to us, especially to my girlfriend. As soon as

I got in, I collapsed onto the bed and drifted off to sleep again. My girlfriend seemed to have gone to take a shower, which she definitely needed—she'd just been thoroughly violated by the taxi driver and was covered in his semen. But in my half-asleep state, I felt like she'd been showering for quite a while.

So, ignoring my headache, I staggered out of the room and could already hear sounds of lovemaking coming from the bathroom. I looked around the landlord's house and saw only his wife, Mrs. He, sleeping like a log. Wow, could it be? My girlfriend had been violated by the landlord again after coming home?

I tiptoed to the bathroom door and pressed my ear against it. (Fellow netizens, I don't need to elaborate, right?) The sounds of lust were deafening. I was really worried about my seemingly delicate girlfriend; being violated like this by two grown men in one night—would she be fucked to death? Would her little pussy be torn apart?

I heard the landlord lewdly say, "Shaoxia, did I fuck you good? Was it better than the driver who fucked you just now?" What? My girlfriend actually told the landlord about being raped by the taxi driver?

My girlfriend, panting and angry, said, "...You fucked me the best...that driver only fucked me halfway...I didn't even have an orgasm...he went soft...don't be like him...if you're going to fuck me, fuck me until I'm insane..." Then there was a series of lewd "slap slap slap" sounds of flesh hitting flesh. My girlfriend was being fucked so hard she was talking nonsense, even calling the landlord "husband." I was listening outside, blushing and my dick almost pierced my pants.

My girlfriend seemed to have already been brought to orgasm by the landlord, moaning, "Ah...oh...you're so strong...you're going in so deep...you're going to tear my little pussy apart...your big dick is going to tear my uterus apart..." She was probably still a little drunk, so her moans were particularly wanton, daring to say such things.

The landlord, panting heavily, said, "Hehe, I'm going to force my way into your uterus before I ejaculate. My wife hasn't had a child in all these years, so you'll have one for me. I'll shoot all my semen into your uterus and get you pregnant!"

My girlfriend was humiliated by him, but she was probably already at her climax, so she didn't care about being reserved anymore. She moaned and said, "...No...don't get me pregnant...we're not even married yet...how am I supposed to explain this to my boyfriend..."

Before she could finish speaking, I heard a "sizzling" sound. Damn it, the landlord ejaculated! My girlfriend cried out, "...It's so hot, so hot, it feels so good...this is really going to make me pregnant...I'm still in my fertile period..."

Wow, I broke out in a cold sweat. What if my girlfriend suddenly got pregnant one day, and it was another man who got her pregnant? I really don't know what I'll do! This is unbelievable! My girlfriend got so drunk that she was raped twice by other men in one night, and I don't even know if she'll get them pregnant.

The next morning, when I woke up, I found my lovely girlfriend in front of me. She was so cute and innocent, with a sweet smile and clean, even teeth. It really made me think of the lewd scene from last night.

I noticed an ice pack on my forehead. My girlfriend said gently, "Fei, you had a high fever last night and were talking nonsense all night. It scared me to death. Don't go to work today, and I won't go to class either. I'll take good care of you." She then brought me a damp towel and started wiping my face.

My memory is really hazy. Was last night just something I imagined while I had a fever? Damn, my head hurts, I can't think about that. Fellow netizens, think carefully before you get your girlfriend drunk, or you'll regret it.

Okay, finally finished telling this story. My dick is also painfully hard; I need to go take care of it.

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