Peeping at the neighbor's young wife

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I've been spying on the young woman

next door. I run into the couple living downstairs almost every day; they're both going to and from work around the same time. We exchange a few words each time, and over time, we've become quite familiar. The man is a kind-hearted private business owner, and the woman is a very beautiful TV presenter.
Recently, a young man moved into their house. It turns out he's the husband's cousin, who found a job in the city and is temporarily staying with them. The man is handsome and talkative; after only a few encounters, he's already calling me "brother." Lately, the husband's expression has been rather grim. Occasionally, I'll peek over their door and see his cousin always leering at his wife. No wonder!
That noon, the man downstairs came to my house, saying, "I'm so angry!"
"Are you jealous?" Before he could finish, I said, "Your cousin is really something, he should be careful what he says to his wife." He opened his eyes wide and said, "Exactly! I'm so angry, but I don't know how to tell them."
I said, "Are you sure you trust your wife?"
He said, "Of course I trust her, she's a person who can tell right from wrong. But I really don't trust my cousin, and I don't want to kick him out." I said, "You're always home, that's why he wouldn't dare to do anything reckless."
He said, "This afternoon, I'm going to Hangzhou for a product exhibition, it'll be several days. I didn't want to trouble you, but I'm really worried, and I don't know how to tell my wife, so I wanted to ask you to keep an eye on things."
I laughed and said, "Brother, you're so thoughtful." He said, "What's so funny? What would you do if a pervert lived with your wife?"
I immediately stopped laughing. He's right, such a lovely wife and warm family deserve to be cherished. I said, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on your cousin! But how?"
He pointed to my computer in the living room and said, "Don't you have a webcam installed on your computer for chatting? Put that little thing in the big chandelier in my living room; it shouldn't be noticed."
I was surprised and said, "Brother, that's really creative!"
He patted my shoulder and said seriously, "I've been thinking about this for days, and this terrible idea is the only one that puts my mind at ease!"
"Okay," I said, "I'll do my best!"
That afternoon, I didn't go to work and carefully installed the webcam with my good neighbor. To get the video cable to my house, we even drilled through the ceiling. It was a huge undertaking! Luckily, my wife was back at her parents' house in the countryside recuperating from her pregnancy these past few days; otherwise, I would have been furious. To be on the safe side, we also bought a hearing aid for the elderly and put it in the chandelier for monitoring. At 3:30, his company car came to pick him up. My neighbor handed me his house key and said, "Thank you so much. I was really worried my cousin might go berserk! But if everything goes well, please don't let my wife know we installed a camera; she'll definitely think I don't trust her." Then he got into his car and drove away. It
was a sweltering summer day, and I was exhausted from work these past few days. I fell into a deep sleep as soon as I got home. I woke up at 7 PM and quickly turned on my computer. The surveillance footage was very clear; perhaps because my hearing aid was set too high, I could even hear a person's breathing. The hostess was preparing dinner when the host's cousin stared intently at her. A moment later, he went into the kitchen and stood very close to her, pretending to watch her cook. He said, "Sister-in-law, your cooking is amazing! Even the chefs at hotels might not be a third as good as you."
The hostess scoffed, "Don't flatter me."
She was wearing a glamorous Western-style suit with a low neckline and a short, narrow skirt. As she bent over to wash vegetables, the young man's eyes were fixed on her neckline, giving her a clear view. I could even see most of her white breasts on the webcam. While she was cooking, the young man pretended to help him clean up trash on the floor, his eyes constantly scanning under her skirt! He seemed increasingly lustful; I could hear his breathing quicken.
Suddenly, he boldly reached out and pinched her buttocks. The hostess turned to him sternly and said, "Please have some self-respect!"
He grinned and said, "Sister-in-law is so charming, I couldn't help myself."
I shuddered in front of my computer. Good heavens! What a pervert! (To be honest, that guy is really handsome, tall, with a confident look in his eyes. Who would have thought his character is so depraved! Just imagine how many pure and beautiful girls have been defiled by this little lecher.)
I felt a deep sense of responsibility; for the sake of good people's safety, I couldn't fall asleep tonight!
I quickly made myself a bowl of instant noodles and sat down at the computer to continue monitoring. Right now, the two of them were eating. This guy started bragging about all sorts of lewd and ridiculous things. The woman initially had a tense expression, but later, she was amused by this eloquent young man. (Actually, I laughed too; this guy is indeed very eloquent.)
He chatted and laughed for an hour, and then he offered to wash the dishes for the woman. The woman seemed to have forgotten about being touched on the buttocks earlier (was she confused by the jokes?) and started talking to him with a smile.
A moment later, the woman said, "The kitchen is yours now. I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay," the young man said excitedly, "I'll wash the dishes, you take a shower." (The bathroom door was made of frosted glass.)
After the woman went into the bathroom with a change of pajamas, the young man deliberately turned up the tap and then turned off the lights in the living room and kitchen. The bathroom became very bright, and I could vaguely see the woman's body. She was slowly taking off her clothes, gradually revealing her alluring figure. No wonder she was a TV presenter; her figure was stunning! A slender, bony back, shapely, slightly upturned breasts, a small bottom, and long, slender legs…
(I was also very excited at this point).
Suddenly, the young man went to the kitchen, took a glass of water, and gently poured it onto the frosted glass of the bathroom door! Good heavens, like magic, the frosted glass became as clear as ordinary glass where the water flowed, and the woman's beautiful naked body was clearly displayed before my eyes! The bathroom was probably too brightly lit, while it was pitch black outside. The woman hadn't noticed and was admiring her reflection in the mirror. Without a doubt, that guy must have studied at a "beast academy" for four years! After spying for a while, he suddenly ran outside and turned on the kitchen and living room lights. Then he took a credit card from his shirt pocket and slipped it gently through the crack in the bathroom door.
At that moment, the woman was lying in the bathtub. The door opened, and the guy quickly put away the credit card, saying, "Are you done?" before rushing inside with lightning speed. Damn it! I grabbed my keys from downstairs and prepared to rush down, but as soon as I reached my front door, I heard the woman's voice from the speakers—not one of fear:
"What happened to the door?"
She was just a little nervous, a towel and white foam covering her body.
The lecherous young man feigned surprise, saying, "The door's open! I thought you were finished showering!"
The mistress retorted, "Aren't you going to get out of here? You're so embarrassing!"
The young man deliberately bent over and said, "I have diarrhea, I can't take it anymore!" Then, he pulled down his pants and sat on the toilet opposite the mistress.
The mistress stared at him blankly, bewildered by this unexpected action. The young man pretended to have a terrible stomachache, saying, "It hurts so much, I have to go."
The mistress nervously covered her upper body with a towel, her legs tightly pressed together. Because the bathtub was much shorter than her height, her sexy knees and part of her jade-like legs were exposed above the water, like a lotus emerging from the water. (Now was obviously not the time to go down.) I returned to the computer, on high alert.
The mistress said shyly, "Can you hurry up?" She didn't dare move a muscle in the water.
The young man pretended to be in pain and said, "Do you think I don't want to?" However, his eyes were fixed on the mistress's body as he said, "Sister-in-law, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
The woman kept her head down and remained silent. Because she didn't move, the white foam in the bathtub quickly disappeared, and the water became clear. With her back to the camera, the lecherous man opposite her stared at her with increasingly wicked eyes, his gaze fixed intently on her lower body. The woman noticed that her genitals were now clearly exposed to the man. She quickly lowered her knees, but because the bathtub was short, her upper body remained above the water. In her haste, she accidentally dropped her towel…
The woman blushed deeply and shouted, “Get out of here!”
The man shamelessly said, “I didn’t mean to. My sister-in-law is so beautiful.”
The woman didn’t know what to do, her eyes welling up with tears.
The man said, “Okay, I’ll just poop this much first, maybe I can hold it in for a while.”
The woman pleaded, “Please get out.”
The lecherous man took out some toilet paper, stood up from the toilet (to wipe his butt?). Good heavens! The man’s engorged penis was almost 20 centimeters long!
The woman was stunned, exclaiming, "Wow, so big!"
The young man winked at her seductively, saying, "My cousin's is too small. I've always teased him about it."
The woman quickly lowered her head, and the young man, wiping his bottom, said, "If you like it, sister-in-law, I can give it to you."
The woman angrily shouted, "Get out!"
The young man quickly pulled up his pants and went outside. The woman jumped out of the bathtub and slammed the door shut.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I was truly lucky to have married such a beautiful and loyal woman. An ordinary woman (or rather, the kind of woman described by many netizens on happysky) would have long been taken by this handsome, eloquent man with a penis as thin as a bamboo pole. Her husband was also good, young and promising (two years older than me, but already owning a sizable business), but honest and kind, and wouldn't stray. Such a man should be considered the best of modern men. This further strengthened my sense of mission to protect this family.
A while later, the woman in her pajamas came out of the bathroom and glared at the little lecher who was sitting on the sofa watching TV. The boy stood up, looking very sincere, and said, "I'm sorry, sister-in-law, I didn't mean to."
The woman ignored him and went into her bedroom. The little lecher hurriedly followed, then suddenly appeared in front of the woman, tears streaming down his face. The woman was stunned. (Me too, this guy really did it.)
He said, "Sister-in-law, you think too badly of me, I really didn't mean it."
Being relatives, the lady of the house quickly helped him up, saying, "Don't be like that, of course I know you didn't mean it, it's just so embarrassing."
The little lecher burst into laughter through his tears, saying, "If you don't forgive me, I'll definitely hang myself tonight. I'll go to the King of Hell with my virginity!" The lady of the house sneered, "Virgin?"
He said, "Yes! I want to save my virginity for the woman I love most."
Seeing his affected expression, the lady of the house couldn't help but laugh. The little lecher pretended to look at her affectionately. (Damn! He's so handsome!) The lady of the house accidentally met his gaze, quickly lowered her head, her face flushed. The little lecher continued to look at her affectionately.
The lady of the house sat down on the sofa beside her, saying, "What's wrong? Do I have a lot of fleas?" The little lecher also sat down beside her, saying, "Sister-in-law, if only I were my cousin." The lady of the house glanced at him but didn't say anything.
The little lecher approached her and said, "After starting work at this company, I found there are many beautiful girls."
The woman said, "Then you're lucky; you can marry a wife with good prospects."
The little lecher said, "They're all interested in me, but I ignore them."
The woman looked at him and said, "Why?"
He said, "Because of my sister-in-law."
The woman stood up and said, "Don't think nonsense. There are many girls prettier than me."
The little lecher smiled and said, "Let's have a drink first, and then I'll ask you some questions."
The woman went into her bedroom and closed the door.
The little lecher called out from outside, "Sister-in-law, something really happened."
The woman inside said loudly, "I'm changing my clothes."
The little lecher took two conspicuous cans from the refrigerator. The refrigerator was facing away from the camera, so his movements couldn't be seen, but it seemed like he took something out of his pocket, and then a white piece of paper was thrown into the trash can. (It's just that I'm not a detective, and I didn't notice it at the time. Thinking back carefully, he must have put aphrodisiac powder in one of the drinks.)
The lady of the house came out of the room dressed formally. Obviously, she had only intended to wear pajamas before going into the bathroom, but now she was on guard against that little lecher.
The lecherous young man handed her his drink, saying, "It's so hot."
The woman sat down on the sofa opposite him and said, "Okay, let's talk about your topic."
The young man said, "I'm 23 now, and I want to find a woman as good as my sister-in-law to be my wife. Do you think I'm qualified?"
The woman seemed a little embarrassed, took a sip of her drink, and said, "Women like me aren't the best."
He said, "But I just like women like my sister-in-law. The first time I saw her..." (This guy is really cunning!)
The air was quiet. The young man gazed at the woman affectionately and said, "I...I've fallen in love with my sister-in-law."
The woman said sternly, "Don't talk nonsense!" The
young man pretended to be very disappointed and distressed, saying, "Heaven has dealt me a cruel blow; the person of my dreams has become my brother's wife."
The woman took a big gulp of her drink and said, "You're very handsome, and you're a college graduate. Finding an ideal girl would be easy for you. But how can you treat your cousin's wife like this? Don't you feel ashamed? " "Huh?"
Watching the woman chugging her soda, the young man's eyes gleamed with wicked intent. (I really didn't want to see his handsome face; fate is cruel.) He stood up and sat beside her, whispering, "If you weren't married, would you like a man like me?"
The woman sneered, "If a man like your cousin weren't in front of me at the same time, I might choose you." (I chuckled inwardly; that was brilliant!)
The shameless lecher retorted, "Don't you want to try a better kind of love? It's the 21st century; foreigners were already very open about this kind of thing back in the 70s and 80s."
The woman stood up, sat opposite him, and mocked, "Would I like someone like you? What makes you so confident?"
The lecher's eyes gleamed evilly as he said, "Because of the python in my lower body."
Perhaps the aphrodisiac was starting to take effect; the woman felt very hot and simply finished her soda. But the situation worsened; she felt dizzy and lay down on the sofa. (I also found it a bit strange. Was she sleepy? It couldn't be this early, could it? Maybe she was just too tired from work. At the time, I never imagined that this beast had given her an aphrodisiac.)
The woman's breathing became rapid.
The lecherous man said wickedly, "What's wrong? Sister-in-law, are you too tired?"
The woman nodded and whispered, "Maybe, I suddenly feel all tingly."
The lecherous man helped the woman up and said, "Let me take you back to your room to rest."
He practically carried her into the room. (The camera footage is blank; this room can't be seen.) What to do?
I rushed downstairs. Behind the neighbor's bedroom window was a wall, with a kitchen protrusion on the left and a building under construction on the right. The curtains weren't drawn tightly, leaving a gap through which I could barely see two figures (it's hard to be seen peeping from here).
Inside, the little lecher was sitting on the edge of the woman's bed. She seemed itchy all over, scratching herself all over. The little lecher's hand reached towards her chest, and she pushed it away forcefully, grabbing a blanket to cover herself. The little lecher then kneaded her breasts through the blanket.
(At this moment, I was outside the window, tightly gripping the key to his house, ready to pounce at the first cry for help from the woman and beat that bastard half to death!) But strangely, the woman simply pushed his hand away, turned around, and lay down on the bed. The bastard boldly reached his hand under her crotch, probing her genitals through the thin blanket. As if electrocuted, the woman let out a beautiful moan, her upper body arching in excitement. (I didn't understand, I couldn't comprehend it. How could this be? She should have been cursing this lecherous wretch and resisting fiercely, but why was she like this?)
The woman half-heartedly resisted, not trying to stop the lecherous wretch's lewd actions, only repeatedly saying, "No, no, no…"
But soon, these words were completely replaced by sounds like "Mmm, mmm, ah…".
My mind was a mess. Logically, this shouldn't have happened! She couldn't be a woman so easily violated! (I never imagined it was that kid who put aphrodisiacs on her! My sins!) I could only stand quietly outside the window, watching, my mind a mess, like an ant on a hot pan, completely at a loss. The situation had unfolded entirely unexpectedly; I hadn't considered any way to handle it.
At this moment, the woman had been turned over by the boy, her eyes closed, letting the little lecher caress her breasts and genitals. Yet, her hands still gripped the blanket tightly, refusing to let the little lecher remove it from her body (in reality, this was a loyal woman's desperate resistance under the influence of drugs, her will eroded).
Her rapid breathing and increasingly passionate moans filled me with disappointment as I stood outside the window.
The little lecher leaned down to kiss her, making a slurping sound as his tongue entered her mouth. The woman pushed his head away, and the little lecher seized the opportunity to snatch the blanket from her.
His hand slipped under the mistress's blouse, kneading her breasts. She weakly pushed him away, but soon her grip tightened, and she ecstatically accepted his caresses, her usually serious face now showing a look of rapture.
He slowly began to undress her. When he reached for her panties, she tightly clamped her legs together and turned away (a last act of resistance from a virtuous woman).
He roughly tore her white panties. (If you didn't know he'd used an aphrodisiac, could you call this rape?) The moment her panties were ripped off, she completely surrendered, spreading her legs and lying on the bed, moaning excitedly, her hair disheveled. He
quickly stripped off his own clothes, his 20-centimeter-long penis erect. He grabbed her legs, pulling her buttocks to the edge of the bed, then raised his penis and thrust it into her glistening, wet vagina.
The mistress let out a long groan, "Ah..." Her eyes rolled back, and her whole body began to writhe violently.
The little lecher remained still, watching her with a grin. The mistress continued to twist her lower body, her slender legs twitching slightly.
(I took a closer look at their joined bodies—good heavens! Half of his long penis was still outside.)
He lifted the mistress's slender waist, letting his penis gently thrust in and out of her wet lower body, changing the angle of penetration intermittently. The mistress began to moan ecstatically, her hands tightly gripping the little lecher's arms, her body undulating like waves, involuntarily twisting up, down, left, and right.
The mistress's alluring moans also instinctively aroused me. I gently pulled back a corner of the curtain with my fingers, and the two bodies were clearly displayed before my eyes. The mistress's narrow hips, the pink walls of her vagina being pulled out and pushed back in by the thick penis, her thin labia tightly clinging to the man's thick, long penis.
The lecherous man, panting, asked, "Sister-in-law, is it good?" The woman groaned but didn't speak. He
slowly pushed his exposed penis into her body. She screamed and desperately tried to back away. He climbed onto the bed and said, "Sister-in-law, say something! Is it good?"
She bent her head, refusing to look at him. He straddled her slender body and thrust his penis deep inside her. She struggled beneath him in pain, his long penis submerging her lower body. She groaned wildly, whether from intense pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell.
He twisted his waist, his thick penis mercilessly ravaging her tender, narrow vagina. She seemed to have lost her mind, groaning loudly, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" her hands gripping the pillow so tightly she tore it.
He whispered in her ear, "Sister-in-law, do you want an orgasm?"
She nodded haphazardly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
(I stood outside the window, my once erect penis suddenly went limp. The woman in front of me seemed like my own wife, and I was consumed by jealousy, a sour feeling rising within me. My wife had been violated like that by a pervert; how shameful! I felt sorry for my honest and kind neighbor.)
Inside the room, the little lecher was violently fucking the woman's cunt. Her body kept curling back, her upper body already erect, leaning against the headboard. Her legs were being forcefully pressed to the sides by the little lecher's hands, her genitals completely exposed and being ravaged by him. The vaginal fluid squeezed out from her body completely soaked their pubic hair, mixing together. The woman's moans grew more and more rapid, and her breathing seemed to become difficult.
Suddenly, she tightly hugged the little lecher's head, almost screaming, "Ah...ah! Oh! Oh!"
Clearly, she had orgasmed!
The little lecher looked evilly at her convulsing face, his lower body pressed tightly against the woman's genitals.
Suddenly, he too began thrusting his penis violently, "Ah! Ah!" A moment later, he collapsed weakly onto the slender woman's body. He withdrew his soft penis, and white semen gushed from her vagina.
I couldn't bear to watch any longer and walked home, my heart heavy. What should I do? Could I tell her husband? A loving couple would surely be torn apart because of this. But would they ever be as loving as before? My heart was pounding! I hated this shameless man, and I hated the heavens for being so blind, allowing such a man to be so handsome!
(Perhaps many readers will laugh at this, thinking, "What does this have to do with me? This kind of thing is so common now, it doesn't even necessarily affect the relationship between couples. How could I, such a fool, have such thoughts?")
I turned on my computer. On the screen, the woman was taking a shower in the bathroom. A moment later, she came out in her pajamas, sat on the sofa, and cried with her head down. The lecherous man emerged naked from the room and sat beside the mistress, saying,
"Alright, my dear sister, what era are we living in? Why are you still so conservative?"
The mistress lowered her head, ignoring him.
He embraced her waist, saying, "It's just that kind of thing, isn't it? How long does youth last? My cousin doesn't know, and we both get to enjoy ourselves. No one gets hurt! It's just that heaven has eyes and granted our wish."
The mistress remained silent, but stopped crying. The lecherous man continued, "I swear, I will love you dearly and never reveal this secret! I'd rather die than let my cousin know."
The mistress glanced at him, and the lecherous man slipped his hand inside her collar, caressing her breasts, saying, "It's late, let's sleep together."
Then I picked her up and carried her through her and her husband's bedroom. I angrily shut down the computer! Could such an excellent woman be so easily conquered by that lewd man? I ran into the bathroom and took a long, cold shower…
The next morning, I turned on the computer. On the monitor, the woman was on the phone. Listening closely, I realized it was her husband calling. It was about trivial matters, but before hanging up, he asked, "Is my cousin well-behaved?" The woman took a deep breath and said, "He's fine. Don't overthink it." It seemed the woman had become that little lecher's sex slave. Perhaps no one would get hurt (if the woman could restrain herself after her husband returned). Perhaps all women are unable to resist their instinctive desires. Perhaps I'm too conservative; what's the big deal about all this? In this day and age, it's become commonplace, or even fashionable...
At noon, back home, on the monitor, the woman was washing dishes, while the lecherous man lay on the sofa watching TV. The woman said from the kitchen, "I'm so tired today, can you help me wash the dishes?"
The lecherous man, smoking a cigarette, lazily replied, "I'm tired too. Last night, you little slut made me lose myself three times, one drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood!" The woman sighed and continued washing the dishes.
Today, she was wearing a white suit, looking very pure and elegant (what a pity). After she finished washing the dishes, the lecherous man stood up, gently hugged her, and said, "Darling, you've worked so hard."
The woman pouted and said, "Hypocritical."
The lecherous man rubbed the woman's breast with one hand and said, "Okay, I'll fuck you one more time, to make it up to you with an orgasm."
The woman pushed him away and said, "Ugh, can't you do something more practical?"
Without a word, the lecherous man pushed her down onto the sofa and pulled out his penis. The woman cried out, "This is the ground floor! People will see us!"
The lecherous man forcefully spread her legs, pulled down her panties, and thrust into her. The woman nervously looked out the kitchen window and pleaded, "Let's do it in the room, people will see us here."
The lecherous man chuckled, "Is this more exciting?"
The woman struggled desperately, but her frail body was no match for him. The lecherous man looked into her eyes and said, "If you don't want to be seen, stimulate me, make me ejaculate quickly."
The woman's eyes were wet, but her body tried to meet his thrusts, holding his head and moaning in his ear. The
lecherous man said with satisfaction, "That's it, like a slut, that'll make me ejaculate faster!" The woman tried to match the man's thrusts, wanting to finish quickly, but her moans turned from feigned to real, and her body involuntarily began to sway. The lecherous man raised her right leg, exposing the woman's genitals to the kitchen window. The woman's eyes widened in surprise, but she also felt intense stimulation. After only a few thrusts, she reached orgasm, moaning loudly in ecstasy.
The lecherous man continued thrusting, whispering in her ear, "Is it good?" The woman gasped, unable to speak.
The lecherous man pulled out his penis, saying, "Suck it out."
The woman exclaimed in surprise, "I've never done this before."
The lecherous man grinned lewdly, "Okay, then I'll fuck you on the sofa for an hour. Let everyone in the neighborhood see."
The woman reluctantly lowered her head to suck his penis, which was covered in her juices. The lecherous man sat on the sofa, and the woman lowered her head to suck; in this position, no one peeking out the window could see what they were doing. The woman's face contorted in pain, while the little lecher looked on with ecstasy, muttering, "Yes, very good, suck harder. Deeper, not good enough! Deeper."
... The woman was completely like his sex slave, being manipulated into performing various humiliating acts.
I couldn't bear to watch any longer. I turned off the computer and turned on the TV. On the screen was the program hosted by the woman herself; her solemn expression and powerful words were so captivating. But! I couldn't imagine her being this kind of woman. I couldn't understand it. I felt the woman sucking on that little lecher's penis wasn't her. Was that wretched little lecher really that attractive? Did she really like this kind of man? I felt it wasn't. I wanted to talk to her, but how? Maybe I was being stupid, meddling too much, but thinking of my honest and kind neighbor, I couldn't swallow my anger. I wanted to drive that little lecher away and save his wife.
Reason prevented me from doing anything foolish. When I ran into her at work that afternoon, I greeted her calmly as usual.
That afternoon, I was supposed to be setting up the newly installed surveillance system at the market, but unfortunately, there was a power outage. Not in the mood to go to work, I went home early. As I passed downstairs, I heard several people talking inside. When I got home, I turned on my computer to see what was going on.
There were three people inside: the little lecher and two men. The little lecher said, "It's settled then. Bring your girlfriends here at eight o'clock tonight."
One of the men said, "Fair exchange. If your sister-in-law doesn't agree, you absolutely cannot touch our girlfriends."
What? They actually came up with this kind of wife-swapping? I thought it was an opportunity and quickly pressed the record button.
The lecherous man said, "Don't worry, I've prepared hallucinogenic drugs. My sister-in-law has no choice but to comply."
Another man said, "You're ruthless, hallucinogenic drugs are very harmful."
The lecherous man said, "So what? She's not my wife. Women like that get boring quickly. Unlike your girlfriends, who aren't as pretty, but are bold, open, and the more you play with them, the more fun they get."
The two men exchanged knowing smiles and simultaneously said, "Okay!" Then, the three of them stood up and left together.
A brilliant plan was born in my mind.
I ran to the company and borrowed two pinhole cameras. My colleagues asked what I was doing. I replied, "I want to learn how to make a 3D video."
I boldly opened my neighbor's door, ran inside, and installed cameras in hidden spots in both bedrooms. The video cables were routed through the ceiling from the small hole previously used by the camera into my house. I installed ACS200 professional monitoring software on my computer, allowing for easy switching and recording.
Night fell quickly. My phone rang. It was my neighbor from Hangzhou calling. He said, "Brother, thank you for your help. My wife said my cousin is alright, so if you're busy, you don't need to keep an eye on him."
A pang of sadness hit me. The depth of his trust in his wife was evident.
I said, "Yes, that kid did alright yesterday."
He said, "Looks like I was worrying too much. After all, he's my cousin! By the way, I bought you a Sony LCD monitor in Hangzhou. You spend so much time on the computer every day; this monitor will protect your eyes."
I quickly said, "No need, I can't accept something for nothing!" He said, "Ah! A close neighbor is better than a distant relative. We're such good neighbors, like brothers. A monitor is nothing!" What
a kind person! He always repays even the smallest kindness! How many men like that are there in this world? What's wrong with his wife? She has an angel by her side, yet she's bewitched by a devil? After hanging up, my heart sank even deeper. I was so worried… Maybe this is reality. Maybe I shouldn't have read One Thousand and One Nights as a child.
She got off work, her face anxious, and started preparing dinner. The boy returned, munching on ice cream. "Ah! My beauty," he said, "what are you cooking for me tonight?"
The mistress smiled and said, "I bought your favorite ribbonfish." The little lecher ran to her side and said, "You'd better watch out for my nutrition, otherwise, my dick won't be able to penetrate your flower." The mistress smiled awkwardly.
During the meal, the little lecher suddenly moved his stool next to the hostess and sat down, looking at her mysteriously. The hostess asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
The little lecher said, "Have you ever thought about having sex with several men at once?"
The hostess straightened her face and said, "No. That's too vulgar."
The little lecher said, "When you have sex with me, is it good?"
The hostess nodded shyly.
The little lecher said, "Different men will give you different pleasures, especially when several men are with you, it's not just physical, it's psychologically more stimulating!" The hostess looked at him seriously and said, "Don't think nonsense, that's impossible."
The little lecher grabbed her hand and said, "Tonight, I've invited some friends, they'll bring their girlfriends here, the boys are all very handsome! And all of them are very experienced."
The hostess looked at him in surprise and said, "What do you want?"
The little lecher smiled and said, "We've agreed to play a partner-swapping game."
The hostess angrily slammed the bowl on the table, stood up and said, "Are you crazy?!"
The little lecher quickly hugged her and said, "Don't be angry, darling, it was just a joke, right? My friends just want to see me."
The hostess sat on the sofa and said, "You only think about that kind of thing all day long, can't you give me some emotional or practical care?"
The little lecher smiled and said, "Okay, you watch TV, I'll wash the dishes." Then he turned on the TV and tidied the table himself. By this time, it was already past 7:30.
After cleaning up, the lecherous man sat down next to the mistress of the house, kissed her, and said, "Did I do well today?" The mistress replied, "Not bad."
Just then, the doorbell rang. The lecherous man quickly got up to open the door, and two couples entered. They were the same two men from the afternoon. The two girls were both very beautiful, tall, with fair skin, dressed quite fashionably, and very sexy. "I'm starting to record!"
The two men stared intently at the mistress, making her very uncomfortable. One said, "You're much prettier than on TV!" The other pulled the lecherous man's hand and led him into his room, whispering, "Did your sister-in-law agree?"
The lecherous man shook his head and said, "However, I've already prepared a love potion."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of chewing gum from his bag. The lecherous man went to the living room and said, "I don't have anything to offer everyone, have some chewing gum." Then he distributed some other chewing gum to everyone, giving the special piece to the mistress.
The mistress, completely unsuspecting, began to chew the gum.
I was very anxious. I knew it was a sleeping potion, but I didn't rush in because doing so would only stop one instance of promiscuity, not save her heart. What school did that guy really graduate from? He's got all sorts of drugs!
A little while later, the woman felt dizzy and said, "I don't know what's wrong with me these past few days, I keep feeling dizzy. You all sit in the living room, I need to lie down for a while."
With that, she staggered into her bedroom and closed the door.
The two men outside were practically drooling, excitedly shaking hands. The two girls also looked at each other without speaking.
The little lecher whispered, "How about we switch? Who will go first with my sister-in-law?"
The two men simultaneously raised their hands, then glared at each other. The little lecher smiled and said, "I think you two can go at the same time. I'll handle both girls by myself."
The two men looked at each other and nodded.
The little lecher said, "Wait five more minutes, she should be completely unconscious. Ladies, now, please come into my room and take off your panties." The two girls smiled shyly.
In the little lecher's room, two girls sat together on the edge of the bed. The little lecher closed the door, took off his pants, and his penis was already swollen! The two girls stared at his penis in surprise and reached out to touch it. The little lecher put his hands inside their collars and stroked them. The two girls helped the little lecher undress, and they slowly undressed themselves as well. They were truly beautiful women, with flat stomachs, long legs, full and firm breasts, not an ounce of excess fat on their bodies, their snow-white bodies so charming and alluring. (Has God been in heat lately? Creating so many wanton beauties.) The little lecher made one girl lie down, and he knelt on the floor, using his hands to part her labia and sticking his tongue into her folds. The other girl willingly lay down on the floor and sucked on the little lecher's penis. The three of them frantically caressed each other.
At this moment, two men from the living room pushed open the door and entered the mistress's room. On the bed, the mistress was closing her eyes and caressing her body irrationally, moaning. She was completely unaware that two men had entered through the door; her eyes were closed, as if in a dream. Two men slowly undressed the mistress, revealing her body. Each time, they gasped in unison. Four lewd hands roamed over her smooth, white skin, their eyes, burning with lust, scanning her beautiful body. Once naked, one man eagerly kissed her nipple while his other hand caressed her other breast. The other man parted her legs and skillfully sucked on her vulva. The mistress moaned sweetly, her body writhing involuntarily.
In the lewd man's room, a woman gripped her thighs, spreading them wide. The lewd man's long penis thrust into her trembling cunt. She shook her head violently, moaning and crying out, "Mmm...so good! Ah...ah...my lower body is going to split open. Be gentle, oh..."
Another girl watched intently as the two men joined, one hand caressing her own genitals.
The little lecherous insect stretched the woman's labia with his hands, his penis sliding in and out between them. The girl seemed completely unaffected, continuing to writhe her hips. He forcefully thrust his entire penis inside her. The girl's eyes widened, she gasped for breath, and let out a near-scream. Another girl rubbed her breasts against the little lecherous insect's back, her hand stroking her genitals more rapidly. Suddenly, the little lecherous insect frantically rotated his penis inside the girl's vagina. The girl's waist arched as if electrocuted, her body forming a bridge. The little lecherous insect squeezed her buttocks hard, twisting his waist, twisting her vaginal opening back and forth, causing vaginal fluid to gush out. "Ah! Ah! Hmm... Ah..." the girl groaned loudly, losing all reason.
Inside the mistress's room, she lay on her side, sandwiched between two tall men. One was facing her, fucking her vagina, his hands holding her head and kissing her frantically; the other was behind her, his hands gripping her breasts, his penis inside her anus!
The mistress, her hair disheveled, moaned hysterically, her beautiful body being violated by the two men, like a smooth piece of jade being polished between two rough stones.
The man fucking her vagina lifted one of her legs, the point of contact clearly visible on my computer screen; two thick penises almost covered her genitals, her supple body appearing to be torn apart by the two men.
A large, black penis powerfully pounded into the woman's narrow vagina. The more he thrust, the harder it became. Her vagina seemed to be sucking on his penis, the pink walls following its in-and-out motion. "This woman is having such a blast!" the man exclaimed excitedly. A moment later, he shouted, "Kill! Kill! Kill!" A large amount of semen sprayed into the woman's vagina, some splashing onto her flat stomach.
He pulled out his penis, sat down with difficulty, and watched his semen flow from her vagina. The man behind her flipped her over, making her lie on the bed. He pressed his body against her back and brutally fucked her anus. The woman instinctively struggled, blood seeping from her anus, but the man ignored it, continuing to thrust relentlessly. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Finally, he ejaculated, thick semen shooting into the woman's anus, some seeping out mixed with blood.
After withdrawing his penis, the woman's originally narrow anus was slightly open, unable to close for a moment. The two men laughed, using their fingers to widen the anal opening and spitting inside. Semen, vomit, and blood mixed together, seeping from the woman's anus with the spasms of her lower body.
The little lecher had already made one girl lie limply beside him with a satisfied smile, while he was on top of another girl, having sex with her. The girl's two slender legs were wrapped around the little lecher's legs, her hands excitedly scratching at his back. The little lecher seemed a little tired, getting off the girl and lying on the bed, but his penis was still erect. The girl stood up, parted her labia, and sat down on the little lecher's penis. "Ah!" she screamed. She couldn't take it anymore after sitting two-thirds of the way in. The little lecher grabbed her waist and pulled her down sharply. The girl screamed, swaying weakly on top of the little lecher, about to fall, but the little lecher held her tightly. Lustful fluids gushed from the girl's lower body, soaking a large area. The little lecher asked, "How does it feel?" The girl rolled her eyes and said, "I...I've been pierced, my soul...my soul has flown away."
The little lecher twisted his waist, and the girl almost went limp. She cried out, "Ah! Beautiful, so beautiful!" The little lecher powerfully thrust his penis in and out from below. "Oh...oh...um..."
the girl moaned long, drawn-out moans, as if she couldn't breathe. After a while, she fell off the little lecher's body, pressing down on him, and kissed him with satisfaction. Another girl turned around and hugged the little slut. The little slut said, "How about that? I'm pretty amazing, right? Want to do it again later?"
One girl said, "You're much more handsome than my boyfriend, and you're more funny too. I'd marry you."
Another girl said, "Especially your penis, it's the best in the world. Any woman would be conquered by that thing."
The little slut said, "What if your boyfriends don't let you have sex with me?" One said, "I'll break up with him!" The other said, "Then he can forget about having sex with other women!"
After a moment of calm, all five of them went to the mistress's bedroom. The other two men seemed to have regained their stubbornness. They exchanged glances and went to each other's girlfriends, carrying the girls to bed. The mistress was carried to the floor; she was still unconscious.
On the bed, two men watched their women being fucked by each other with intense excitement, like a martial arts contest, using every move to make the women beneath them moan and groan. They talked as they went, one saying, "Your girlfriend's vagina is sucking me in." The other said, "Your girlfriend's little cunt is so tight!" One said, "Your girlfriend's vagina is so slippery." The other said, "Watch me fuck your girl's flower heart to pieces."
... The two girls were equally excited, vying to moan sweetly and writhe. One said, "Watch me make your husband ejaculate prematurely." The other said, "Fuck deeper, fuck deeper, why is your husband's thing so short?" One, panting heavily from being fucked, said, "No, it's not excitement, it's just that the weather is so hot."
The other, lost in ecstasy, said, "Ah, ah... Husband, fuck me! I have to think of your boyfriend as, think of him as my husband to feel anything."
... The little lecher sat in the chair, staring straight at the two lewd couples on the bed, his penis erect once again. He picked up the hostess, placed her on a chair, and while watching, he thrust hard into her lower body. The hostess let out instinctive moans of pain…
The five men climaxed one after another, but the hostess lay quietly (the drug seemed to be wearing off; her hysterical moans had stopped). Six naked bodies lay in the room. I truly never imagined I would actually witness such a thing. I thought such things only existed in pornographic magazines in our country. Perhaps the perverted brothers and sisters reading my story have already had such experiences.
The hostess was placed back on the bed, and the girls began to dress. The two men gazed at the hostess's beautiful body. One said, “What a beautiful hostess. I wonder if we'll have another chance to have her?”
The other said, “Can you still get hard?”
He shook his head and said, “Let's play with her.” The two men smiled knowingly. One brought a long, thick eggplant from the kitchen, and the other found a duck egg.
The lecherous man watched and laughed. The two girls were alarmed and said, "Don't do anything rash, something bad might happen."
The lecherous man said, "It's okay, it'll just make her vagina bigger." Then, the three men laughed loudly.
The horrific act of abuse began. One man forcefully pulled apart the woman's labia, as if to tear them open, while another gritted his teeth and shoved an eggplant inside. The two girls couldn't bear to watch and went into the living room. The three men lewdly laughed. The woman's vaginal opening seemed to have torn open, bleeding. The woman's legs instinctively struggled. I was going crazy; I had to think of a way to stop them! The eggplant was too big, so they stopped trying and shoved the duck egg inside. The men laughed extremely loudly.
The duck egg was inserted very deeply, and they suddenly realized they couldn't get it out. So, they reached in with their hands and dug. One man said, "So good!" The woman's genitals bled again. How cruel! They were a group of criminals! I really want to sue them! The duck egg was broken, and egg white and sharp shell spilled from the woman's vagina. The men seemed interested in groping her, vying to put their hands inside, regardless of whether the eggshell inside might injure her.
Two girls went into the room to persuade them not to go too far, but were chased away by the lecherous man. I couldn't take it anymore, rushed downstairs, and rang the doorbell. After a while, there was no response. I kept ringing the doorbell, and the lecherous man, disheveled, opened the door, saying, "What are you doing here? It's so late."
I said, "It's not late, it's only 10 o'clock. Your cousin just called, saying he couldn't get through to his home phone and didn't know what was wrong, so he called my house and asked me to relay the message. He's on a ferry and will be home in less than an hour. He wants his wife to prepare dinner for him."
The lecherous man exclaimed in shock, "What? He'll be back so soon?"
Then he slammed the door shut.
I went back home and continued to monitor the situation. Everyone inside was frantic, like ants. One man asked the lecherous man, "When will your sister-in-law wake up?"
The lecherous man replied, "I put in a large dose of the drug; she'll sleep until at least the middle of the night, and if we're unlucky, maybe until noon tomorrow. The best course of action is to flee. When my brother comes back and finds his wife asleep, he definitely won't wake her intentionally. He just needs to tell that guy upstairs he didn't see me. That guy is easy to get along with."
So he left the house. I quickly turned off the security camera and started a game, *Age of Empires II*.
A little while later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and the lecherous man smiled and said, "I'm planning to go out for a wild night with some colleagues tonight, but my brother won't allow it. I've already told my sister-in-law, and she'll keep it a secret from him. Could you do me a favor? Don't tell him you saw me at home; just say my sister-in-law is home."
Without thinking, I said, "Okay, it's a good thing!"
He loudly said, "Thank you!" and quickly went downstairs.
In the surveillance footage, two girls were hurriedly cleaning the woman's genitals and dressing her. The men quickly tidied the house, and soon left. The little pervert followed them. That beast wouldn't be back tonight, so I stopped recording. Hopefully, the woman will see this tomorrow and realize her mistake. She probably will; after all, she's a person of good character.
That night, I nervously watched the woman, wanting to go down and check on her. Would anything happen to her? But to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, I only monitored her through the camera.
Friday passed quickly, and as dawn approached, I succumbed to sleepiness and fell asleep in front of my computer.
When I woke up, I found the woman of the house had already gotten out of bed. I quickly switched the camera angles, and she was walking out of the bathroom, her face streaked with tears, swaying unsteadily, and sitting on the sofa in the living room. Seeing her body in this state, she should be able to sense something. She sat there sadly for a long time. Should I show her what I recorded yesterday? I was conflicted. This involved legal issues; if she turned against me, I could be detained and fined heavily. But more likely, she wouldn't be able to handle such a blow and might go insane. Or, she might sue those guys, causing a huge scandal…
I couldn't decide. I wanted to talk to her first, but how could I begin?
Downstairs, she got up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen. Suddenly, she fainted! I rushed downstairs and kept ringing her doorbell. After a short while, there was no response. I took out my key and opened the door. She lay motionless on the ground, but she was breathing. I nudged her, and she struggled to open her eyes, a happy look appearing in them, though she couldn't speak. I picked her up, placed her on the sofa, and supported her, asking, "How are you? Should we go to the hospital?"
She nodded. I called a taxi company and had her taken to the hospital.
In the emergency room, a sprightly middle-aged doctor, after examining her, angrily pulled me outside, saying, "You rascal! What kind of drugs did you give her? What's your relationship with that TV host?"
I said, "I didn't give her the drugs! It was someone else. I saved her. This is complicated. You can talk to her first, but don't tell anyone else. After all, she's a celebrity here."
The doctor nodded, returned to his seat, and told her, "Someone gave you a large dose of hallucinogenic drugs."
Her eyes widened in horror, unable to believe it. She asked, "Is it true?"
The doctor nodded, saying, "You need an IV drip. It's nothing serious, but you need to rest."
In an instant, tears streamed down her face like waterfalls. The doctor and I watched her silently. She lowered her head, biting her lip, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Almost simultaneously, the doctor and I tried to pry her mouth open…
I had booked a private room, and the doctor instructed me to watch over her, as she was extremely exhausted and prone to impulsive behavior.
In the room, she lay quietly, her eyes vacant, always moist. I sat on a chair beside her, pretending to read a magazine, my mind a jumble of thoughts, unsure how to comfort her. Half a bottle of IV fluid had been administered, and neither of us had spoken.
I finally spoke, saying, "Are you feeling any better?"
Her tears fell onto the pillow again, and she said, "I'll never get better."
I said, "You didn't do anything wrong."
She gritted her teeth and said, "I was wrong! It's all my fault!"
I said, "Your husband loves you very much. Don't let this ruin what was once a wonderful family."
She covered her tear-filled eyes with one hand and said, "I'm so sorry to him! I'm too ashamed to face anyone."
I took out a tissue and handed it to her, saying, "Everyone makes mistakes. It's okay in your career, but not in your relationship?"
She suddenly looked at me and asked, "How did you get into my house?"
My face flushed instantly, and for a moment, I was speechless.
She smiled and said, "We've been neighbors for so long, I know your character. Tell me, I won't blame you."
I was very nervous, but as she said, we've been neighbors for so long, I know her character.
I said, "Your husband is very worried that his cousin will do something inappropriate to you after he passed away, so..." I stopped, the words stuck in my throat like a dammed car. If I pressed the accelerator now, I didn't know what the consequences would be. She
said, "To be honest, my husband is right."
I said, "Do you like your husband's cousin?"
Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she said painfully, "I hate that kind of man! I never liked him at all." She wiped her tears and said, "You saw it?" I nodded.
She turned her head away and said, "The night before last, I don't know what was wrong with me. I was in a daze and he took advantage of me. After I sobered up, I regretted it, but..." She sighed deeply.
I knew the truth. Was it because that little pervert made her feel so good that she couldn't help but want to try it again? Or was it that women like her, who work in the entertainment industry, have long fantasized about having extramarital affairs, even though that little pervert wasn't the kind of man she liked at all? But since she had already been taken by him, and she had never had a suitable partner, she might as well experience that kind of feeling? I did see her behavior, but I couldn't understand her heart. In any case, for me, the ending was already quite perfect.
At noon, I accompanied her home from the hospital. She said, "I'm afraid to go home."
I said, "That's your home. The one who's afraid to go is that brat."
She said, "I've already betrayed it. Is it still my home?" It was a profound statement. Clearly, she was afraid to go home, not only because she was afraid that brat would come back and harass her, but also because she didn't know how to face this matter that could ruin her reputation and her beloved husband.
I said, "Then go back to your parents' home."
She said, "I want to hide away and have ten thousand soldiers protect me." It seemed she desperately needed a place where she could calm down without being disturbed and with protection.
I said, "Stay at my place." She looked at me gratefully and nodded. A close neighbor is better than a distant relative—her husband was right!
The whole afternoon, she lay in bed, quietly, without saying a word, not even drinking water. I was writing a program on the computer in the living room. The small program, only a few hundred lines long, kept making mistakes. I was constantly worried about her, unable to bear seeing such a good woman broken by pain.
In the evening, I poured her a Sprite and went into her room, saying, "What's bothering you?"
She said, "I don't know what those people did to me yesterday. I don't know if what happened will cause a huge scandal. I don't know what my husband will do when he finds out."
I said, "Those people won't dare to talk nonsense. You can sue them. I'll testify for your husband."
She said, "How can I sue? Sue myself for having an affair with that bastard? What excuse can I use to get my husband to kick that jerk out?" Now, she had actually moved on from her emotional distress, but she needed to face some very real problems. Yesterday's video could be useful.
I said, "Actually, your husband and I installed a camera in your house."
She looked at me in surprise, immediately blushing deeply, lowering her head, and covering her face with her hands.
I said, "I'm sorry. But your husband only thought that guy used violence against you; he never suspected you of being unfaithful." She shed tears of remorse again.
She sobbed, "Please, don't tell him the truth, I love him!"
"Of course not," I said sincerely, "You're innocent; the drugs made you lose your mind."
She said, "Thank you. But I really was wrong! It was because I wanted to experience passion outside of marriage for so long that I ended up like this."
She was devastated.
I gently patted her shoulder, and she, holding back her tears, said, "Do you think I'm dirty?"
I said, "No, you are still noble and pure."
She shook her head vigorously, saying, "I feel ashamed, especially when I imagine meeting those people."
I said, "When you were unconscious, you weren't yourself. Sex is an emotional union; they only violated your body, the kind of body that all women have. Only your husband truly felt your tenderness and affection. For a man, the feeling is completely different." These words made her feel much better.
She said, "Yes, thank you."
I said, "Last night, I recorded it. Would you like to see it? It can be used as evidence to sue them."
She nodded shyly, then followed me to the computer. I played the video file for her, standing far away with my back to the monitor. She watched the recording with horror and anger, her eyes brimming with tears. Some scenes made her lower her head and weep in anguish.
She watched until the end. I ran over and shut down the computer. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her head down. I sat down beside her and said, "It's all in the past, but this can shut those guys up."
She gritted her teeth and said, "Help me make that video into a VCD. I want to warn them!"
Although she was in great pain, the video became her shield, giving her the confidence to handle some real-world problems. She called her husband's cousin and said, "Come over here, to the apartment upstairs from mine."
The guy asked, "Where's my cousin?"
She said, "He's not back yet." Then she hung up.
About half an hour later, I had burned two VCDs. To prevent the guy from destroying them, she asked me to keep one for myself. She was making dinner in my kitchen when the doorbell rang. I handed her a VCD, and she opened the door.
There were three people standing outside. What were those two guys doing here? Still clinging to illusions?
The little slut strode into my house with a grin, saying, "Hello, sister-in-law! Hello, brother!"
She had already been unable to contain her anger, and slapped the boy hard across the face, yelling, "You beasts! What did you do to me last night?!"
The little slut covered her face, feigning innocence, and said, "Nothing? You were asleep, we had a party."
She held up the VCD in her hand and said, "Everything you did last night is on this VCD."
She went into the room, turned on the DVD player and the TV, and played the VCD. The opening credits showed the conversation between the little slut and those two boys from yesterday noon.
The three men were stunned, staring at each other, standing motionless.
She didn't continue playing (the rest was too embarrassing), took out the VCD, and said, "For the sake of my family, I won't sue you in court, but if you say anything filthy outside, I swear I'll make sure each of you goes to jail for ten years!"
At this moment, a fierce glint appeared in the little slut's eyes. He snatched the VCD like a mad dog and violently pushed the female host to the ground, smashing the VCD to pieces. I could no longer tolerate this beast in human form. I rushed over and delivered a full-force blow to his hateful face. The little slut spun 360 degrees off the ground and crashed to the floor. The other two men pounced on me. When it comes to strength, I'm incredibly confident!
Maybe these bastards are just tough as dicks, but their punches felt like nothing to me. My 400-pound fists took them down in less than three seconds, each one knocked to the ground.
I walked over to the female host and helped her up. She kicked the little slut lying on the side and yelled, "Get out!"
I grabbed the little slut with one hand and said, "I filmed that video! What's the point of destroying this VCD? Isn't that childish?"
The little slut was pale and terrified. I leaned close to his ear and said menacingly, "I'll give you ten seconds to get out of here!"
He struggled to his feet, as did the other two men, enduring the excruciating pain and wiping the blood from their faces as they walked out the door.
The female host ran to the living room and slammed the door shut. Leaning against the wall, she cried again. I went to her side and said, "Those bastards won't bother you anymore."
She turned around, leaning weakly on my shoulder, sobbing, "How could there be such a man? How could I be so stupid!"
I helped her to the sofa and said, "Don't blame yourself anymore. I believe that even if your husband knows the truth, he will forgive you."
She said, "I'm sorry to him, I miss him."...
She didn't eat dinner again. The doctor told me to make sure she rested and ate well, but she was too heartbroken. After facing those bastards again, she was once again plunged into pain and regret. Yes, how could a pure woman calm down so quickly after enduring such a perverse humiliation?
Perhaps her sorrow made the heavens weep. That night, thunder rumbled, and a torrential rain began. The rain was heavy, the wind was strong, and the lightning was fierce. Rivers and roads were all one color. Whether it was the strong wind or the lightning, some trees were knocked down, breaking power lines and causing a large-scale power outage in the city. Power outages are so rare these days; I don't even have candles, I have to rely on lightning for light. In the middle of the night, I heard her talking in her room. I quickly got up and listened carefully; it was her calling her husband's name in a daze.
I knocked on her door, but it was the same thing. I opened the door and went in. The blanket was on the floor. In the lightning, I saw her forehead was covered in sweat. I touched her forehead—it was burning hot! She must have a high fever, and a serious one at that!
I quickly picked up the blanket and covered her with it. She grabbed my hand and mumbled, "Husband."
I whispered, "Don't catch a cold."
She pushed the blanket away, hugged my shins, and said, "I love you."
She must be delirious from the fever. I covered her with the blanket again, put one hand under her shins, and hugged her from outside the blanket. Like a kitten, she affectionately rubbed her face against mine, repeatedly saying, "I love you, I love you..."
I held her in my arms. Oh, what a poor woman. I touched my forehead to hers—it was burning hot!
I absolutely had to go to the hospital, but the rain outside was like a raging storm, flooding the city. There weren't even any taxis on the road, and calling 120 wouldn't help. I figured I'd just ride my motorcycle to the hospital alone to get medicine; hopefully, God wouldn't be so cruel as to strike me dead with lightning.
I whispered in her ear, "I have to go out for a bit."
She hugged me tightly and said, "Don't leave me! Honey, don't go."
I kissed her forehead and said, "I love you, I'll always be by your side."
In the flash of lightning, she cried, excitedly kissing my face and lips.
I gently stroked her hair and said, "Okay, I'm just going out to get something, I'll be back in a bit."
She slowly let go of my hand, pressing her face against mine, and said, "Come back quickly, the rain is so heavy, I'm scared."
Really? She knew the rain was heavy? She wouldn't be joking, would she? Anyway, her fever was very high, so I grabbed my raincoat and rode my motorcycle to the hospital.
The water on the road was almost half a meter deep. Luckily, my motorcycle was good; the exhaust pipe was high, so it didn't stall. The rain was so heavy it felt like someone was deliberately splashing water on me. Thankfully, there were no cars on the road, or I would have been dead!
The hospital, only five stops away, was a twenty-minute walk away. Power was out everywhere, but the hospital lights were on. Walking into the emergency room, I saw the middle-aged doctor I'd met that morning. I said, "Uncle! It's terrible! The woman I brought today has a high fever and is delirious."
He exclaimed, "Why didn't you bring her?"
I shrugged.
He sighed and said, "Is that rain out of its mind? It's been pouring for two hours straight without a break!"
I asked, "What should we do?"
He said, "Did she get a proper rest after she went home?"
I shook my head, and he said loudly, "What happened? How did you take care of her? That hallucinogen has strong side effects in the short term! She has to be given an injection."
I said, "Okay, bring a nurse to my house."
He said, "No, it's too dangerous outside. I have to be responsible for the staff here."
After a pause, he said, "What's her condition now? If possible, give her some medication."
I said, "Her forehead is very hot, she's talking nonsense, and she even mistook me for her husband."
The doctor looked at me strangely. I felt like I was swallowing a bitter pill, but there was really no way to explain it. Well, I guess I shouldn't explain. I have nothing to hide.
He said, "She definitely needs the injection."
He called over a young nurse and told her, "Turn around and lift your skirt."
The nurse looked at me and the doctor strangely, but did as he said. The doctor pulled her panties down quite a bit, almost exposing her entire cute little bottom. The nurse said shyly, "What are you doing?"
The doctor pointed to a spot on the nurse's bottom and said, "Here, insert the needle halfway in, then slowly push the medicine in."
The nurse walked away angrily. The doctor picked up a needle and demonstrated it to me several times, then had me practice a few times.
I said, "I'm scared, I'm not good at this!"
The doctor patted my shoulder and said, "It's your woman, you won't hurt her."
What a miserable life, I did nothing but be misunderstood, and I can't even explain myself. Compared to me, that little slut is much luckier; she did such a terrible thing, and everyone has to pretend they didn't see it. Oh well, it's just an injection, right? At most, it'll hurt her, nothing serious will happen.
I took the medicine and a flashlight I borrowed from the doctor and went home. The rain showed no signs of letting up; in fact, the thunder and lightning intensified, and the water on the road became even muddier. I was driving, almost my entire lower body submerged in the water. All the streetlights were out, and I had to rely on the lightning for navigation. Just as I was nearing home, damn it! I forgot there was a small river outside our neighborhood and drove right into it. Luckily, I've known how to swim since I was three! I decided to leave the motorcycle at the bottom of the river for now. I tied my raincoat to a small tree nearby as a marker, and then, I really did swim back with my medicine!
As soon as I opened the door, I heard her from inside the room say, "Honey, why did it take so long?"
I said, "It was flooded outside, so I swam back."
Then, I ran to the bathroom, quickly washed myself, and then ran naked back to the room to quickly put on a pair of shorts. She couldn't see anyway; I was eager to give her the injection. So, I went to her room, turned on the flashlight, and prepared to give her the shot. Then, I went to her pillow and said, "You need to get a shot. Don't be afraid of the pain."
She hugged my neck and said, "Honey, I'll do anything for you."
Then she kissed me. I had her lie down, lifted her nightgown, and she willingly took off her panties. (How could this be?) She said, "Want me to fuck you from behind? You're so naughty."
I understood; "injection" must be her and her husband's code, meaning sex.
Regardless, I aimed and gently inserted the syringe. She twitched and said, "What is this? It hurts."
I gently said, "It'll be over in a bit, don't move."
She obeyed, didn't move, and it went smoothly. Looks like I could be a nurse!
I threw the syringe on the table, covered her with a blanket, and she reached out and pulled me down onto the bed, saying, "Honey, not going to get the injection?"
I said, "No, I can't do it anymore."
Suddenly, one of her hands touched my genitals. I was startled; she slipped it inside my shorts and gently stroked my penis, which instinctively became erect.
She said, "Do you want it? You can give me the injection."
I felt a surge of desire, took off my slippers, and climbed onto the bed. She covered me with the blanket, pressing tightly against my body, one hand still stroking my penis.
I couldn't resist any longer. Excitedly, I embraced her, one hand slipping inside her nightgown. She moaned with pleasure—an irresistible temptation!
But I ultimately overcame my burning passion, repeatedly telling myself, "Don't take advantage of someone in such a vulnerable state!"
I pulled her nightgown up, gently holding her close, letting her lean against me. She caressed my body with her hands, her lips sucking on my chest. I suppressed my burning desire, whispering in her ear, "Sleep, don't be naughty."
She playfully rubbed her face against my shins and chest, her hands teasing my body. I grabbed one of her hands, but she cleverly broke free, even slapping it, before continuing to caress my body…
I don't know how long I endured it. She brought me to the brink of ecstasy. Perhaps the injection had taken effect; she held me tightly and fell asleep.
Perhaps I was too tired. I intended to leave quietly after she fell asleep, but when I woke up, it was already dawn…
I opened my eyes; it was bright outside, the rain had stopped, and she was no longer beside me.
I quickly got out of bed and ran to my room. As I passed the living room, I saw her standing on the balcony in her nightgown, looking out the window. I hurriedly dressed, my face flushed, and nervously walked up behind her. She smiled and turned around.
I breathed a sigh of relief; there shouldn't be any trouble. I said, "I'm so sorry, last night..."
Before I could finish, she turned around and said, "No need to explain, I remember what happened last night."
I asked, puzzled, "Then why..."
Her face also turned red, and she smiled and said, "But I really thought of you as my husband. I thought I was sleeping in my own home."
After saying that, she turned around, pointed to the west, and said, "Look, there's a rainbow over there." I went over, and ah! It really was a rainbow. I used to see it often when I was a child, but now, this natural beauty is quite rare due to air pollution.
I said, "After the rainstorm, the earth was washed clean, the air was purified, and a rainbow appeared."
She walked up to me, leaned gently against me, and kissed me tenderly, saying, "Thank you, you've helped me regain my confidence."...
Two days later, her husband returned, and her cousin had already moved out, saying he'd be happier staying with a friend.
She nestled into her husband's arms like a little bird, only joy, no tears.
My motorcycle was completely dismantled and took three days to repair! Also, my neighbor gave me that monitor; it's really nice, I could never afford such a good one.

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