Demons arise from the heart.

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The Demon Born from the Heart
Author: voxcaoz First Published: Yes
Published on sis001 2016/3/27
Words: 8187 words
Returning after a year, I am filled with emotion. Thanks to the support of Qing Ge and Kong Di, I had
the idea to continue writing. First of all, thank you both, thank you so much!
Secondly, I'm not sure if the formatting is correct. If it is, I hope the moderator can provide support and assistance. Thank
you!
Enough of the preamble. Last time I finished writing "Niao," this time I brought you "The Demon Born from the Heart." This is my first time
writing in the first person, so the visual perspective is inevitably affected. The story is completely original, so please forgive any shortcomings
. I hope everyone can find joy here; that would be best.
1. The Dream Born from the Heart
I am from the North. After graduating from university, I started working in an industrial park in my hometown in the North
, in a foreign-invested enterprise. Living in a small county town like this, since turning thirty, I
've felt increasing pressure in life. It's not that I earn less money, nor is it because of my family;
I can't quite explain why I feel this pressure. Perhaps it's a common experience as people get older.
I was born during the era of the one-child policy, and the penalties for having more children than allowed were extremely severe. My father told me that
back then, houses in our rural hometown were available for selection, which is why they didn't choose to have a second
child, opting for only me. This meant that the burden of life would fall on my shoulders from then on. There was nothing I could do
; it was the era I was born into, and it wasn't something I could control alone.
My wife, Zhuang Li, is the same age as me, both 31 this year. After graduating from university, she passed the civil service exam and
worked in another county for the first two years before being transferred to this county. Now, we no longer have to live apart and travel back
and forth. When we were together, we discussed why we didn't have any siblings. After her description,
the conclusion was exactly what I had in mind: it was due to the
strict one-child policy of that era. Even though she was a girl, her parents didn't resort to any unscrupulous means or
take any risks just because she was a girl, so they didn't have any more children.
My wife, Zhuang Li, has a baby face, or rather, an apple-shaped face, which is
my favorite. This face shape makes her cheeks appear very full and rosy, and it makes it impossible to guess
her real age. It's like the face shape of American actress Kerr Dennis Tang after she grew up. Her
large, charming eyes are extremely alluring, and she seems like a passionate Miao girl. But in reality, my wife is a
very honest and upright person. Aside from me, her husband, she is very proper in her dealings with others, and I've never heard of her having any scandals
. If you ask me how I know so much, well, our county is a small place with so many acquaintances;
how could we be so uninformed?
Zhuang Li, at 1.65 meters tall, is petite and delicate. Since last year, after giving birth, she
has gained a little weight, and she often complains to me that her body has changed shape. Actually, she looks great; she's
curvy where she should be and slim where she should be—isn't that the type that most people, including myself, like? In my opinion,
my wife's complaints about being fat are simply a girl's natural desire for beauty. Think about it, who doesn't like someone fair-skinned,
tall, and slender? That's an indisputable fact. My wife is already pretty, and being slightly fuller only accentuates her
mature charm, making her irresistible to men.
Now we've been married for six years. Although my wife and I are still very much in love, the mundane routine
of life, especially during her pregnancy, childbirth, and recovery, and in the less than a year since our child's birth, has caused
me to change a lot—to a degree I can hardly believe. During this time, thankfully my parents
moved from the countryside; otherwise, I really don't know how I would have gotten through those nearly 365 days and nights
.
Logically, having a child should bring joy, especially since it's my own child. Why then have I
changed? It's like the stress and postpartum syndrome that follow childbirth. But those should be
my wife's responsibility, not mine.
We're at an age where we should be playing around. Even though we're past thirty,
a common problem at our age is "laziness and gluttony." To elaborate:
irregular lifestyle, lack of exercise, irregular eating habits, and staying up late like night owls.
Because I have no siblings, I've developed a possessive streak, and sometimes my thoughts wander wildly—
what my parents would call unreliable. That said, I should cherish my wife and love my child even more, but
life is so mundane that I feel a bit bored and restless, which is why I have these thoughts.
Just as I was lost in thought, my wife's languid voice rang in my ear, "I slept several
times last night. After breastfeeding the baby, I heard you snoring. And you, after drinking, came home and went straight to sleep,
even having nightmares this morning, waking me up."
Looking at Zhuang Li's somewhat haggard face, I felt a pang of guilt and said, "You've worked so hard, my darling.
I was out socializing too, all for our family."
My job at the company is quite relaxed; I work in the lucrative purchasing department. The salary isn't high,
but the kickbacks are substantial, which means I inevitably have to socialize a lot. What can I do? Who doesn't want more money?
Seeing the apology on my face, my wife pursed her lips and said gently, "I know you've worked hard. I was just
worried about you!"
What you think about during the day, you dream about at night—that's for sure. Whether at work or studying, we are
always surrounded by temptations of one kind or another. These temptations may be material or based on
attraction between people; in short, they have a significant impact on our lives.
Perhaps people of all ages have had this experience: encountering
things that bring them joy or terror in their dreams, and then waking up in different ways—some are startled awake, some are groggily awakened,
and some are woken up by family members.
I've had the same dream twice in the past month. The first time I had it, I
woke up naturally, but felt something was off. Last night, the second time I had
it, I was woken by my wife screaming. When she asked what happened, I gave vague
answers and didn't tell her the truth. It's incredibly embarrassing and makes me feel
utterly ashamed.
On the other hand, while I feel incredibly ashamed, this absurd dream has also had a surprisingly strong physical impact on me,
to the point that even I'm surprised.
Honestly, I'm afraid to tell my wife, afraid she'll call me a pervert. But it's not my fault; after all, it's just
a dream, something I can't control. The reason I had that dream was a reflection of the chaos in my life
. If it weren't for the monotony of my current life, why would I always feel so spiritually empty? It was precisely this
trigger, coupled with the social obligations I have to face in this economic society, that ultimately led to my mind constantly wandering into random thoughts
, which then manifested in my dream.
Stretching, my wife crawled out from under the covers
. The moment her fair body was exposed, I couldn't help but gasp.
Because she was about to breastfeed, her chest was completely uncovered, and as she sat up,
her beautiful body was fully revealed to my eyes.
Her plump, white, and perky breasts stood high on her chest, heavy and tempting. Especially her
two papaya-shaped nipples, which, perhaps due to the number of times
she had breastfed her son that night, had nipples that were proudly erect, tracing an upward curve. Despite their papaya shape,
the slight drooping of the nipples didn't detract from their beauty; rather, it
made them appear even more rounded and erect, especially since they were engorged from breastfeeding. Even the drooping nipples seemed
to tempt one to take a bite.
The tops of her fair breasts were surrounded by flesh-colored areolas. Throughout her pregnancy and childbirth, her areolas
hadn't changed color, and even her nipples remained a slightly darker shade than her skin, unlike
the melanin buildup often seen in other women after childbirth. These were
the breasts every man dreamed of. To be precise, they were a pair of firm, perky breasts that didn't sag.
Looking at my wife's impressive breasts, and given it was early morning, coupled with the absurd yet exciting dream I'd had,
the three combined to make me, as I threw back the covers, reveal my already throbbing erection
.
I sat up and reached for my wife's breasts. The moment my hand touched one of her breasts,
I felt its plumpness and fullness, and couldn't help but give it a couple of squeezes.
Unexpectedly, this action caused my wife to frown. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, clearly
hurt by my movement. Actually, I only gently bounced her breast; I didn't pinch her nipple. Besides, she was
a breastfeeding mother, and I couldn't just start pinching her nipple like I would before giving birth. So, I asked her, puzzled,
"What's wrong?"
My wife glared at me and said angrily, "It's all because of the engorgement!"
My baby is now over ten months old. He's passed the vulnerable first three months and
the transitional three months in the middle. At this point, according to the timeline, my wife
should be in the late stages of breastfeeding. With the baby's appetite increasing, this shouldn't be happening anymore. Puzzled,
I withdrew my hand and asked her again, "Didn't the baby drink milk? Why is your breast still engorged?"
Seeing my bewildered look after I pulled my arm away, my wife chuckled. Her
gentle, tender expression was captivating. My smile faded, and my wife said helplessly, "Silly girl, Mom and Dad keep making
me pig's trotter soup and crucian carp soup, and they always say I should breastfeed for another two months. Do you think my breasts won't swell?"
Don't let my mom's cooking fool you; she's been learning from my dad since my baby was born.
I actually know about breastfeeding, but I hadn't thought about it when I woke up this morning.
My wife's cravings and other factors were all on
my mind, so I hadn't considered these things.
Perhaps it was also because of my dream. After pulling back the covers, my libido was incredibly
strong. All I could think about was having sex before getting out of bed, releasing all that pent-up energy into
my wife, a shared morning enjoyment for us both.
Seeing me naked and jiggling my large member, Zhuang Li's eyes gleamed with a dazzling light. Her shy yet delighted
expression fueled my desire even more. I excitedly told her, "See? I'm back to my old self!
Let's do it!"
My wife had a natural birth when she gave birth to Xiaoyan. Everyone knows that natural childbirth dilates the vagina, causing it to become
loose and less elastic afterward, and requiring a two- to three-month recovery period. Later, my experience told
me that my wife hadn't experienced any loosening, which delighted me.
Looking back, those months of avoiding sexual activity before delivery were incredibly difficult; I almost went
to a prostitute. But whenever I saw the guilt in my wife's eyes because she couldn't satisfy my sexual desire, I
constantly questioned my conscience. When she married me, I promised to cherish her for life,
to never leave her then. Now, I can't even withstand this small test? How can I face her? Now that she's given you
a son, although she can't satisfy our sexual desires for the time being, you can't just heartlessly think about
going to prostitutes for your own selfish reasons. It wouldn't be right in my conscience.
I won't betray my wife and do something like that, because I love her. Because of this, I've been
ridiculed by my friends, but I don't care. Just like the vow I made to Zhuang Li, "I will love you for life
, and my heart will never change. I will dedicate my life to maintaining our relationship, not for anything else, but simply because you are
happy. Your happiness is my joy, and your happiness is my satisfaction."
During the long days of waiting before Zhuang Li's delivery, I was filled with uncertainty.
During those dark days devoid of sex, I picked up smoking and drinking again, and
wandered the internet, passing the time by reading pornographic articles and releasing my pent-up
desires through constant masturbation.
During the vacuum period before and after my wife's childbirth, I smoked and drank without restraint, and coupled with
the invasion of a large amount of pornographic information, in just four or five months, it almost dealt a devastating blow to my body. Even now, I
can't have sex with my wife like I did in the first few years of our marriage. Even when I'm aroused, my wife has to provide me with a
long period of teasing and service before I can get an erection. I feel truly helpless and hate myself for not cherishing my body; it's
too late for regrets.
As for my performance this morning, I give myself a perfect score, a full 100. Because I have
n't experienced this in a long time, my performance this morning must have surprised my wife, because
I was exceptionally hard without her having to initiate any service; no wonder her eyes gleamed.
Zhuang Li's eyes sparkled and shone, radiating a mature woman's allure that tantalized
me, making me itch with desire to take her in bed.
So I moved closer to my wife and whispered, "Let me suckle your milk a couple of times, to please you,
to let you enjoy yourself."
My wife's face flushed with desire, and she nodded, quickly throwing back the covers and kneeling out of bed, displaying her
34D breasts before me. Her excited and impatient expression made her
an incredibly tempting sight!
Gazing at the erect, fleshy grapes on my wife's breasts, like clustered mulberries, each
with a milk duct in the middle, their wet appearance was indescribably alluring.
I swallowed hard, forgetting I hadn't brushed my teeth or washed my face, and opened my jaws
wide to take her ample breasts in my mouth. With a soft moan from my wife, sweet milk gushed into my mouth and then
flowed smoothly into my stomach.
Human milk is truly delicious, and supposedly very nourishing. I continued to suck and lick, my wife's
soft moans mingling with my own; she seemed to be reaching her limit with the physical torment.
It had been a long time since I'd felt this way, an erection of my own. Looking at my wife's full breasts and shapely hips
, I couldn't wait any longer. Looking at the clean, dark pubic hair on Zhuang Li's pubic area,
like a male animal in heat seeking the scent of a mother, I tossed aside her wet nipples and looked
up.
Zhuang Li's vulva was beautiful and well-proportioned, a slightly brownish color similar to her nipples
. After giving birth, having gone through pregnancy, childbirth, and recovery, my wife's body became even more plump and
mature. Apart from a faint stretch mark on her abdomen, nothing else appeared. In fact, because of childbirth,
her breasts and vagina looked even larger and fuller. With
such a beautiful vagina before me, although I, as a man, wasn't as vigorous as before, my performance today
was still beyond my expectations. At least, I think this was the best I'd performed in a year.
With a slight lift of my body, I gently lifted the two thin, almost translucent lips of my wife's vagina, and with
a "plop," my penis slid in. Haha, my wife's vagina was already soaking wet, thankfully
so, otherwise, it would have been quite difficult for me to enter.
As soon as the battle horn sounded, my wife's desire, already aroused by my teasing, was already overwhelming. This stemmed from
the suddenness of my performance today; my powerful display instantly brought back the joy of our early years of marriage. She
wrapped her arms around my neck, her face flushed with desire, whimpering, "My darling husband, I love you, I love you so much,
be good to me, I want it."
Feeling the now-recovered tightness of my wife's flesh, I was incredibly pleasurable from the grinding of her honeyed orifice. With each
movement, I could clearly feel the pulsation of her clitoris; my penis felt like it was being inserted
into countless sheaths of flesh, scraping and pulling with unparalleled pleasure. At that moment, I seemed to regain my confidence, to rediscover
the feeling I had when I was twenty-five or twenty-six.
My wife and I were like a wise king and his consort practicing the blissful meditation; with wide eyes, I tightly embraced my wife's full, firm
body, excitedly thrusting my lower body into her plump, moist orifice. All I could do was
thrust hard, letting my wife enjoy the pleasure her husband brought her, enjoying a moment of madness that belonged only to a woman.
Under my wife's warm embrace, my penis made her tremble uncontrollably, her legs involuntarily wrapping
around my waist, her breasts pressing against my broad chest, wildly releasing her desire.
Having not experienced such intense and unrestrained lovemaking for a long time, Zhuang Li, her face flushed with excitement, threw herself into our marital
union. She hooked her arms around my neck, her legs encircling my waist as I thrust, her lower body forcefully
engulfing my gleaming penis, moaning ecstatically, "Mmm~ so good, finally
filling me up again."
Looking at her captivated and blissful appearance, my heart was filled with boundless passion. As a man
, being able to bring my woman to orgasm is a matter of pride, dignity, and a husband's
care for his wife; it's the happiness I give Zhuang Li.
I thrust in and out with all my might, enjoying my wife's beautiful body and bringing her pleasure
—there's truly nothing more pleasurable.
We conquered each other's bodies, enjoying our private morning alone
, savoring the excitement of my first spontaneous erection during this time.
Despite my intense movements, it only lasted about three minutes. But
then again, in those three minutes, I thrust at roughly twice per second, about two
hundred times, without any pauses. Everyone's like that, I suppose other men feel the same way
.
The more I penetrated, the more excited I became, as if my glans was about to explode. Each time I penetrated deep inside
, my glans was sucked and gripped by the fleshy opening at the base of my wife's vagina, and I could feel waves of heat flowing through it.
The intense stimulation assaulted my glans, making every pore on my body open, feeling as
comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.
A few years ago, facing my wife like this, I could have easily fucked her hundreds more times, but now I was
at my limit. Besides, my current strength was only due to that dream. In
the final moment of thrusting, that scene that both bewildered and excited me reappeared in my mind, as if I were back in a dream
, watching Zhuang Li spread her legs, clad in open-crotch stockings, letting that man fuck her as he pleased.
"Ah!" My mind was filled with the madness of that scene, and I let out a low growl, unable to hold back any longer.
My semen gushed out from my urethra like a flood. Zhuang Li sensed my madness; she clamped her legs tightly together,
numbing my waist, babbling incoherently, and also descending into a state of frenzy.
After a thoroughly satisfying release, my wife's fair and clean body was limp, seemingly too weak to even move
. Her plump vulva opened and closed, revealing the pink flesh inside, letting my semen
flow out of her slippery opening.
Seeing this, I ignored my exhaustion and quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe her clean. Seeing that my wife's plump, tender
vulva had been stretched into a round hole by my penetration, displaying the pink flesh inside, with clumps of sticky white
fluid coming out, I was even impressed with my own performance today. To be honest, in the past year, I had never been so
vigorous, and the release was unprecedentedly pleasurable.
After a while, my wife lazily sat up in bed, her beautiful cheeks still
flushed with satisfaction. She said to me shyly and happily, "It's been so long since I've felt like this from you, hehe, honey~ I
love you." She thought for a moment, then added, "My face must be burning red right now. How
can I face my in-laws? I'm so embarrassed." She covered her cheeks, peeking at me through her fingers, clearly impressed by
my performance that day.
Hearing my wife praise my prowess, I was filled with vanity and blurted out,
"We're not strangers, are you afraid my dad will see us?" After saying that, I felt
a little confused myself.
My words made my wife's flushed face even more red, and she murmured, "So embarrassing
~".
This brief conversation between my wife and me, seemingly casual, actually brought
me indescribable excitement. I stroked her still-slippery genitals, cleaning her up, and then
said in a trembling voice, "So what if the family saw it? It wasn't intentional. There's no such
thing as a pot not touching the pan." My
wife, enjoying the relief and relaxation after her orgasm, didn't pay much attention to the meaning behind my words. She simply
stated matter-of-factly, "Dad is such a proper person, how could he say something like that?" After saying that,
she seemed to realize her mistake and glanced at me furtively.
I'm an only child and should live with my parents, but they insisted on staying in the countryside until last year when Zhuang Li became pregnant and
gave birth, after which they moved in to help us take care of the child. Counting the time, they've been living with us for over a year now
. Zhuang Li shouldn't have said she was "blushing because she was afraid her parents would see." Perhaps she hadn't felt my virility in a long time, and
this logical error occurred after her orgasm.
As for what she said next, it's no wonder my wife said that; it's because my dad is indeed as she described—honest
and upright.
After she finished speaking, I smiled and pointed to the bathroom, and Zhuang Li suddenly understood. Our house has three bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms. The whole
family is living together now, so there's definitely enough space. Besides, each of our rooms has its own bathroom,
and after a shower, we'll be back to normal, so no one will notice any change in our appearance.
I got out of bed naked and said to my wife, who was also naked, "Let's hurry up and
take a shower before the baby wakes up. Tomorrow's only Saturday, don't waste time."
After saying that, I casually picked up the sticky wad of toilet paper and went into the bathroom first…
After breakfast, my dad and I were smoking and waiting for my wife in the living room. My dad asked me
about the baby last night. Because I had drunk a bit too much, I wasn't entirely clear on the details, so I told him the truth.
Just then, Mom came out of my bedroom, seemingly talking to herself, "Back in our hometown
, some families breastfeed their children until they're two years old. Xiaoli is always worried about her body getting deformed, but she's
so slim, what does she have to worry about? Back in the day, Baohua breastfed me until I was over two."
Dad overheard Mom's rambling and pointed at her, laughing, "What era were you living in
? What era were Baohua and Xiaoli living in? Really!"
Mom pouted like a child and said, "You have to breastfeed your child no matter what era you're in. That's just
how mothers are." Then she went into the bathroom.
Dad and I were both amused by Mom's antics. Amidst the laughter, my wife, dressed in work clothes,
came out of the bedroom carrying the baby.
Upon seeing his grandson being carried out, Dad quickly stubbed out his cigarette. He took a couple of quick steps,
then, seemingly sensing something amiss, he slowed down and glanced back at me. Perhaps he was embarrassed about physical contact with Zhuang Li
, hence his hesitant movements. This awkwardness only made him more uneasy, leaving him
somewhat at a loss.
This was just family life, but the dream I had made me start having wild thoughts.
If Dad took the child from his wife's arms, would he touch her body? If
he touched her chest, would Zhuang Li blush? I was sure my wife would be incredibly embarrassed.
Usually, it's Mom who takes the child at this time, but she went to the bathroom after coming out of the bedroom
. And now, with my cigarette still lit, I've unwittingly pushed Dad
into the situation.
Pretending I saw nothing, I got up and ran to the balcony, still puffing on my cigarette but not going over there. I
don't know why I chose to do that; the only result would be forcibly pushing my father into my wife's arms.
Picking up the child—isn't this exactly what I wanted to see?
Between puffs of smoke, I chuckled, saying, "I'd rather sacrifice two acres of land than a cigarette butt," then secretly
glanced at my father and wife.
The moment their bodies touched, I felt an overwhelming excitement; my fingers, holding the cigarette,
began to tremble uncontrollably.
Zhuang Li, holding the child, scolded me playfully, "You, smoking even with a child at home, I just can't do anything with you!"
Then she continued, "Dad, where's Mom?"
Perhaps this was a subconscious question from Zhuang Li, since it was always her mother who picked up the child; today, with
someone else, she asked that.
Then I heard my father say, "Your mother just went into the bathroom."
My baby always cries when Zhuang Li leaves for work. Every time, my mother takes
the child so Zhuang Li can leave quickly, but since my mother isn't around and I'm smoking on the balcony, I
have to leave the child with my father for now.
Seeing this, I immediately feigned surprise, but actually urged, "Oh dear, it's already a little past eight!
There are still more than twenty minutes until 8:30!" My wife and I both start work at 8:30, while my father
works on the construction site; he's only in charge of supervising, so he doesn't have to worry about the start or end times.
Hearing this, Zhuang Li looked a little anxious. She works for a state-owned enterprise, and although she doesn't have to clock in,
she's not as unrestrained as my father. At this moment, the only problem facing my father was to temporarily
take over for my mother and take the child from Zhuang Li.
My father walked up to my wife and, in a loud voice, smiled at his grandson, "Come find Grandpa!"
The child was being held in my wife's arms, his back to his grandfather. During the handover, the child clung to his mother,
his little hand gripping Zhuang Li's collar stubbornly. The more he did this, the more his father coaxed and teased him.
Just as I lowered my head to take the last puff of my cigarette, I faintly heard my wife call out. Although the sound was soft,
my keen senses still detected it.

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