When a person is about to die

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"Heh... So this is how much you love me..." Looking at my husband's angry face, his eyes filled with anger, pain, and disbelief... his complex gaze made my already panicked heart even more flustered.
"No, it's not like that, husband..." I tried to explain, but I couldn't utter a single word; only my movements conveyed my unspoken unease.
"It's not like that... then tell me, what is it..."
"Husband, please listen to me, please listen to me... I have a reason..." Watching the anger build up on my husband's face, as if it were about to explode at any moment,
I thought of standing up and hugging him. That would make me feel more at ease, and it might also calm him down. But when I moved, I remembered that there was still a hard, thick penis inserted in my vagina, and I couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" 'How can it still be so hard inside?' When I suddenly stood up, the penis was pulled out slightly, and the friction inside almost made me lose my balance and fall back down. Before, I would immediately go limp when scared, but now it's still like this... No, why is he still so hard? This isn't the time to think about these things. I didn't delve into why he was still so hard inside me in front of my husband. I tried to steady my body, which was a little sore and numb from the sudden stimulation, so that my efforts wouldn't be in vain.
"...Explain, explain... Aren't you explaining to me? Aren't you explaining to me?!" After I steadied myself, I heard my husband's slightly growling voice and heavy breathing.
"We... let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow." Before I could react, I heard words that terrified me. When I looked up at my husband in shock, I saw a sense of relief in his eyes, and then he prepared to turn and leave.
'No... I don't want a divorce, I don't want to leave my husband, I can't let my husband leave me, I can't, I can't...' These words echoed in my mind. I no longer cared about what would happen if he pulled his penis out of my vagina. Now, all I wanted was to keep my husband from leaving. I endured the waves of stimulation from my vagina, trying my best to reach out and grab my husband. Finally, my hands touched him, and
I don't know where the strength came from, but I held on tightly. Looking at my husband's arms, which I was holding, my body trembled slightly. Then, a loud "pop" sound came from behind me; I knew it was the sound of his penis being pulled out. After his penis was withdrawn, I felt an emptiness and loss in my vagina, and my whole body felt weak; I just wanted to collapse. My skirt fell down, trying to cover my lower body again, so that his penis must be some distance away now. Through my hazy eyes, my husband's figure and face came into view again. Suddenly, I jolted awake and held onto his hands tightly.
"Let go"
—for the first time, my husband had ever done this to me. He forcefully pulled his hands away from my grasp. Although I held on tightly, he used a lot of force, and combined with the numbness in my body, his hands were pulled away, and I fell to the ground. Seeing my husband about to leave, I rushed forward and grabbed his legs.
"No, no..." I clung to his legs, trying to stand up, shaking my head violently and muttering incoherently, hoping to stop him from leaving.
"Ah..."
"Ah..."
Suddenly, I fell forward, screaming at the unexpected turn of events. But my scream was drowned out by an even louder one...
When I managed to sit up and look up, I saw my husband had also fallen. But when I looked ahead, my pupils constricted sharply. I saw that his head had hit the TV cabinet.
I hurriedly got up and went to check on him. I carefully turned my husband over, and saw a very obvious wound on his head, bleeding profusely… “I…I…I didn’t expect this to happen, honey, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t push you on purpose…What should I do, what should I do…”
I gently lifted my husband and held him in my arms, watching the blood on his head slide down his face, leaving a glaring red mark. Panicked and anxious, I asked him if he was alright, but he only occasionally murmured, “It hurts…it hurts…”, looking at me with a dazed expression.
Seeing the blood on his face and the wound bleeding more, I laid him down flat on the floor, then grabbed a pillow and placed it under his head. I knelt down and leaned forward, holding a few wet wipes to wipe the blood from his face.
“What should I do, what should I do…it’s all your fault…” I said, a hint of resentment in my voice, as I heard footsteps approaching from behind.
“Why is it my fault?” I heard his reply, his voice tinged with displeasure.
"Ah... what are you doing?" I was about to scold him, but suddenly felt a chill on my butt. I realized he was behind me, had lifted my skirt, and was pinching my left buttock with his left hand.
"Ah... stop it! It's all your fault for pushing me. Now look what happened." I slapped his hand away, leaving my skirt hanging around my waist, my buttocks facing him, and said in a slightly reproachful tone. "
I didn't," he said, his voice carrying a mix of pleasure and smugness.
"Quick, go to the room and get the first-aid kit. The blood is still flowing. Stop the bleeding, stop the bleeding first." I turned around, pouting, looking at him with displeasure, my erect penis still throbbing there.
But he remained standing there, his eyes fixed on that spot. The hand that had been slapped away pressed against me again. His palm gently rubbed my buttocks from left to right, and after a few strokes, it suddenly moved to my vulva, his middle finger even digging into my labia. The
gentle caress sent shivers through my body. Just as I was about to stop him, his hand suddenly covered my vulva, and his finger squeezed into my labia majora, the sudden stimulation making me shudder. My vagina became even hotter and wetter; I could feel his finger was wet. Then his finger slid up and down, rubbing against me. He even inserted his finger directly into my vagina, thrusting in and out, digging and probing. The tingling pleasure made me weak, and I could no longer support myself with my hands. I collapsed, breathing rapidly.
I saw a triumphant smile on his lips as he wrapped his arms around my hips, lowered his body, and then a hot object pressed against my labia. I tried to pull away, but my labia and the glans seemed glued together, making it impossible for me to escape. Then he thrust forward forcefully, and I cried out, "Ah..." My vagina was forcefully forced open, hitting my cervix immediately. "Smack!" We were tightly joined together. The emptiness I felt was filled; my vagina gripped his penis tightly, whether to prevent him from moving or to prevent him from leaving, I didn't know. It was the first time he had penetrated so forcefully; my vagina felt like it was being torn apart, but that feeling was quickly masked
by the pleasure. Just moments before it had been gentle, but this sensation felt even more stimulating. "Smack, smack, smack," he thrust a few more times, then his arms moved upwards, lifting my lower body. I barely managed to support myself with my hands as he turned me to one side. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, when he thrust down, I fell back down, and we were now facing the balcony. Perhaps, in front of my in-laws.
"Mmm...ah...mmm...ah" My mind was still dizzy, and before I could even realize what was happening, the penis slowly withdrew from my vagina, making me feel disappointed. But when it pushed back in, it made me feel satisfied and relieved. My mind was gradually filled with this feeling.
No longer as rough as before, now he was moving gently back and forth from behind. I swayed my body gently with his rhythm, making satisfied sounds. He released his hands from my waist and hips, leaned down, and grasped my breasts, kneading them, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts, accompanied by my moans… After a while, the hand that had been kneading my breasts released them and reached forward to caress my face. I knew what he wanted to do, so I obediently turned my head back to kiss him.
“Ah…no, no, let me go, let me go, let me go…” But, I, who had been so engrossed in this, my eyes filled with desire, was about to turn my head and kiss him deeply. However, my pupils contracted now. Because I saw my husband, who had been lying flat behind me, must have rolled over a while ago and crawled towards the balcony, but he hadn’t crawled far before passing out. Yes, what I saw now was my husband unconscious, and I felt his loneliness and despair there.
Overwhelmed by intense fear, I struggled violently. I was terrified—what if my husband…? What would I do…?

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