Men who like being cuckolded

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I couldn't sleep until I heard the door open, knowing my wife had brought home another man's semen. She went to the bed, took off her clothes one by one, pulled back the covers, and lay down without even washing herself.

Soon, her breathing calmed; she was exhausted and quickly fell asleep. I turned on the bedside lamp and carefully collected her clothes, taking them to the bathroom. Her underwear was covered in large clumps of still-wet semen and vaginal fluid, gleaming with a lewd, sinister light. I opened my mouth and licked it. It felt like licking my wife's genitals after she'd been penetrated by another man; I licked it meticulously, thoroughly… Back in the bedroom, I gently lifted the corner of my wife's blanket and saw the white, cloudy fluid slowly flowing from her vulva. I wiped it away and put it in my mouth… I am impotent; I cannot achieve an erection, nor can I ejaculate. For all these years of marriage, I've allowed her to sleep with other men. Many friends laugh at me; they don't know my hidden problem or understand my suffering.

My wife is beautiful, a manager at a financial company, tall and sexy. No one would imagine that such a beauty would marry a man who is impotent… Now, more and more people know about this, including every sexual partner she's slept with. She even suggested I watch her in bed, saying it was my right as a husband. Even though I can't enjoy it, I need to understand; I know she's just seeking stimulation.

My testicles have atrophied, unable to secrete enough hormones to fulfill my duties as a man, resulting in a pitiful penis that is not only short but also completely erectile. I have sexual urges but cannot achieve orgasm, not even with my hand; I cannot ejaculate. I can only achieve perverse pleasure by imagining my wife having sex with other men, licking their bodily fluids, and self-harming… Looking at my sleeping wife, I silently closed the door, preparing to begin another act of self-harm.

I pierced my nipples with a prepared needle and tied my testicles with a rope. I could tie it very tightly because my testicles had no feeling. I took out a large syringe, drew 200cc of saline solution, and injected it into my scrotum. Watching it gradually swell, I suddenly felt like a man again. Piercing my glans with countless large needles one by one felt incredibly pleasurable. Throughout the long night, I was immersed in this perverse pleasure… The next day, when I woke up, my wife was putting on makeup in the bedroom. Seeing my pathetic state standing in the doorway in the mirror, she gave me an extremely contemptuous and disdainful glance at my genitals covered in needles. She no longer bothered to communicate with me verbally; I knew it.

I cautiously approached, and my wife, as if on cue, turned around. With her slender fingers, she picked up my penis, still covered in needles, and skillfully manipulated it. Suddenly, she pulled a large needle from the glans. The pain nearly made me faint. Dark red blood seeped from the glans. My wife took a wet wipe and cleaned it, then quickly pulled out one, two, three… My legs felt weak, but the feeling was magical. After several hours of recovery, the sudden removal of the needles, especially by my sexy wife with her slender, wanton hand that had caressed countless penises, was incredibly pleasurable. This was an activity we often did. Since she learned of my fetish, she hadn't found it disgusting, but rather curious and amusing, and had always cooperated with me.

The needles had been pulled from my glans, leaving only my scrotum filled with saline solution. My wife slowly stood up, teasing my swollen scrotum with her sexy little feet, painted with red nail polish. Suddenly, she kicked me hard, knowing my testicles had atrophied, showing no mercy. She kicked again and again, as if venting her frustration at my impotence. She knew I liked this, even using her knee.

I collapsed in pain. My wife stomped hard between my legs with her little feet. The wound on my scrotum, where the saline solution had been injected the night before, finally couldn't withstand the pressure and ruptured before it could fully heal. A pale red and pale yellow liquid flowed from my scrotum; it had burst again. My wife silently left, giving me a pitying look as I groaned in pain on the floor. She didn't say a word, slamming the door behind her.

This time it felt incredibly good, but also incredibly painful. It took me a day to barely recover from the pain. By the time I struggled to my feet, it was already dark.

The doorbell rang. My wife came home early tonight. She didn't bring back someone else's semen this time; instead, she brought home something to inject semen into her vagina. She brought a man home.

She crossed the line, I thought. Although I'd always known about her life outside, as a man, I couldn't tolerate my wife having an affair with another man

right in front of me. Or rather, this wasn't just an affair, it was blatant adultery. The two men walked into the bedroom, chatting and laughing. When the man saw me, my lower body covered in dried blood, struggling to sit on the edge of the bed, he paused for a moment, then gave a sinister smile… My wife glanced disdainfully at my disheveled state, then gestured to the man, "Hey! This is my husband. What do you think? Pretty much as I described, right?" The man smiled and nodded at me, a greeting. He had a healthy complexion, was well-dressed, tall, handsome, and refined—the kind of guy who could easily charm a young woman.

"This is Dr. Liu Qiming from the gynecology department of the city hospital. I met him during my company physical exam last month, and he's now investing through me." My wife introduced him while taking off her coat and walking to the bedside. "I've had dinner with him a few times..." Then she lowered her head seductively and whispered in my ear, "We've also slept together a few times... Oh, right, of course, you don't care, and also, his penis is very big, and he ejaculates a lot every time..." My wife then chuckled, her voice melodious and clear, but to me it was incredibly humiliating. Seeing Liu Qiming's slight smile and thinking about my current state, I wanted to disappear into the ground. I had exposed my most shameful secrets nakedly in front of the woman I loved and another man. I, who had been half-sitting on the edge of the bed, slid down to the floor.

The wife smiled and said to the man, "Qiming, sit down first. I'll prove it to you. I'm telling you the truth. My husband is indeed a very perverted person." They exchanged a knowing glance, and Liu Qiming, understanding the situation, sat down in front of the dressing table, took off his coat, and looked at us intently with a playful smile.

In front of us, the wife removed her clothes, revealing herself only in a dark red lingerie camisole, black stockings on her long, beautiful legs, and a pair of sexy high heels, making her look alluring and seductive. The dried semen stains on her panties and stockings betrayed her whereabouts that day and proved their intimate relationship.

The wife seemed to sense my discovery, tossed her long, beautiful hair, and looked at me coldly with a haughty expression. Then I felt a chill; a hard object was pressing against my genitals. Looking down, I saw my wife using her sexy black high heels to tease my bruised penis.

"Want some? Actually, I've known for a long time that you often steal other people's semen from my underwear. Don't be embarrassed, we're husband and wife...hehe...To satisfy you, I always squeeze it back really hard...hehe..." My wife said with a cold and lewd smile.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot, I brought you a special gift today..." After saying that, my wife opened the handbag by the bed, searched inside for a while, and pulled out a few things and waved them in front of me. "Look, you don't have to lick your underwear so pitifully today. For you, Qiming and I made a sacrifice and did it a few times while wearing condoms." Then she played with the condom filled with Liu Qiming's semen with her slender fingers painted with dark red nail polish. It was filled with a lot of dark yellow wicked liquid. I was amazed by Liu Qiming's ability, and at the same time, I felt deeply inferior.

My wife untied the ends of three condoms, glanced at Liu Qiming with a knowing look, and then sucked the semen inside into her mouth. She leaned down, staring at me with a dazed look, her slightly parted, sexy lips licking and swirling the semen in her mouth. Then, she slowly brought her lips to my mouth, transferring Liu Qiming's semen mixed with her own saliva into my mouth. A fishy, pungent smell filled my mouth, stimulating me; I was incredibly excited.

"Don't swallow it. Just keep it in your mouth. You can only swallow it when I tell you to," my wife said coldly.

I sat silently on the floor, my mouth still filled with Liu Qiming's semen. Suddenly, my wife's high heels tightened, pressing down on my penis and reaching near my testicles. The old wound on my genitals hadn't fully healed, and a searing pain shot through me, almost making me faint. My wife didn't stop; instead, she continued to stomp on my penis, rubbing it forcefully against the floor. I didn't make a sound, my mouth full of the semen from someone else having sex with my wife.

"How about it? Qiming, I wasn't lying, was I? He really likes this," my wife said, turning her head to give Liu Qiming a gentle smile.

Liu Qiming shrugged. "You two can continue. This is the first time I've ever seen a couple engaging in this kind of sexual activity," Liu Qiming finally spoke.

As if receiving a royal decree, my wife increased the pressure of her heels, causing me to break out in a cold sweat. My wife grabbed my hair with her slender hands and pulled it upwards forcefully.

"Get up, you piece of trash. Don't you like it when I do this to you? Get up, let's play your favorite game." I braced myself on the edge of the bed, barely managing to stand up in a half-squat. A lump of something dangling between my legs—my erect penis and shriveled scrotum. My wife squatted down, stroking my scrotum with her fingers, then suddenly squeezed it hard. I almost fell over in pain, my testicles subjected to a tremendous external force.

"You can't even handle a warm-up? The game we played this morning was even more exciting than this, wasn't it? Heh." My wife released her grip, stood up, took two steps back, and gracefully crossed her arms in front of her chest. I knew what my wife was going to do, so I cooperated by spreading my legs and using my hands to lift my penis to my lower abdomen, fully exposing my testicles.

Unlike usual, my wife didn't play with it with her feet. Wearing her high heels, she kicked it hard, sending a sharp, intense pain through my testicles to my central nervous system. Then came another kick, even harder than the first. I cried out for semen, though the pain was excruciating, I couldn't scream, only letting out muffled groans through my nose. Liu Qimin, sitting nearby, was utterly astonished. He probably hadn't witnessed this wild and aloof side of his wife before. This sensual, stimulating, and cruel scene aroused him, and he sat there, his pants bulging.

My wife continued her relentless kicking, even taking a few steps back with each kick. My testicles, accustomed to this onslaught, gradually recovered from the pain, replaced by a sadomasochistic pleasure.

My wife was a little tired. She wiped the sweat from her brow with her right hand, her breathing slightly rapid. Turning to Liu Qiming, she said, "Let me show you my husband's toys." She then picked up several large needles that had been pulled from my glans that morning from under the dressing table. "He likes to torture himself with these things. He uses them to pierce his glans, and then makes me pull them out one by one while the wound heals—typical masochism, pretty perverted, right?" Holding the needles, still stained with dried blood, my wife knelt down between my legs, sticking out her tongue and lightly licking my glans. She pinched it a few times with her fingers, and I groaned in pleasure. My wife searched for something on my glans, then suddenly, with a swift movement, she plunged the needle in. The force was immense; it pierced my glans instantly. I winced in pain.

She was looking for the wound from that morning; piercing it again would cause even more pain. I usually avoid piercing my wounds when I puncture myself, and I've never used such force or speed before—I always stimulate it slowly. This sudden, forceful puncture felt so good!

Then something even more pleasurable happened. My wife suddenly pulled the large needle out, and before the pain could even register in my brain, she stabbed it back in.

And so, with her delicate hand holding my glans, she used the large syringe needle to thrust in and out of it in a piston-like motion, each time drawing blood. I had reached my limit of pain.

"Does it feel good, darling? Hmm?" my wife whispered lewdly in my ear.

She adjusted the needle's position, avoiding the urethra, and inserted it vertically. I shuddered, collapsing to the ground, swallowing Liu Qiming's semen with the force of the fall, choking and coughing.

My wife frowned, stomped on my penis with the needle still inserted, and coldly cursed, "Useless thing, trash!" She then kicked my genitals repeatedly with her cold high heel. I passed out... I don't know how much time passed, but when I woke up, I found my wife lying face down on the floor, facing me. She was wearing stockings and underwear, but no panties, sitting on Liu Qiming's lap, twisting her head and moaning wildly... My wife was sitting on Liu Qiming's lap, constantly stroking his thick penis, moaning happily. Their joined parts glistened with a lewd sheen, making continuous smacking sounds. One of my wife's legs was held up behind her by Liu Qiming, a high heel hanging lewdly from her sexy stockinged foot, while her other foot was pressing hard on my genitals, supporting her entire body as she moved up and down.

I squinted, watching this scene unfold. My most intimate lover was making love with another man right in front of my husband. The immense humiliation gradually transformed into a perverse pleasure, overwhelming the pain in my lower body… “Ah!…Ah!…Qiming, you’re so good…Ah! Much better than my husband! He’s not a man…Ah! Ah! Ah!…” The sounds of lewd moans filled the air. Watching my wife’s absorbed enjoyment, I felt a deep sense of inferiority.

“Hmm…Ah…Get up…Ah!…Haoran…I know you’re awake…Hmm…” My wife, while using her wet, slippery vulva to stroke Liu Qiming’s penis, looked at me seductively.

“Crawl over here! Haoran! You useless thing, come and lick my pussy!” My wife frowned slightly, enduring the penetration of my thick penis, and forced out a stern voice, as if my waking up had greatly ruined her mood.

I sensibly sat up slowly, bringing my face close to the point where my wife and Qiming were joined. A strong, pungent odor assaulted my nostrils. My wife's already darkening vulva was covered in a large amount of white, foamy substance. Liu Qiming's thick, unprotected penis was inserted into her, thoroughly enjoying the warm embrace and slippery caresses of her private parts. Each time, my wife would lift her head high and then slam it down heavily, letting out a muffled groan.

"He likes this the most... Ah! Watching me sleep with someone else... Qiming..." My wife turned her head away, opened her lips, and intertwined her tongue with Liu Qiming's. She grabbed my hair with her right hand and pulled me forcefully towards her legs. My entire face was pressed against their lewd parts, some of the fluid already touching my lips. I suddenly felt a pang of nausea and humiliation, but thinking of my wife's cold eyes, I yielded.

I slowly opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and licked my wife's vulva, teasing her sensitive clitoris. My wife suddenly tensed up, crying out, "Ah! Ah!" Her movements became faster and more intense, even splashing our love juices onto my face. I knew this stimulation excited her. Having another man lick her clitoris during sex, and that man being her husband, was truly the most effective aphrodisiac in the world.

Liu Qiming, on the other hand, seemed gentle and refined today, not arousing much of my disgust. In fact, I felt that it was quite nice for my wife to be manipulated by such an excellent man. After all, I was impotent. It was much better than those unknown gigolos who roamed bars every night. He cooperated and enjoyed my wife's vulva, gently caressing her breasts and lightly biting her earlobe, as if I didn't exist. At least, this didn't make me feel embarrassed.

Perhaps his wife's movements were too vigorous, Liu Qiming couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly, his thighs tightened, and with a muffled groan, my penis, inserted into my wife's vagina, began to throb violently. A few drops of yellowish-white fluid were squeezed out from the crease of our union. With another vigorous thrust from my wife, a large amount of semen was flung out and flowed into my slightly open mouth. My wife's sexy legs trembled, and she sat tightly on my still hard and thick penis, looking completely satisfied and intoxicated... I really envied Liu Qiming, being able to enjoy my sexy and alluring wife like a real man... "Haoran, be good... open your mouth wide... Mommy wants to feed you milk..." my wife said weakly, yet with infinite shyness, as she lowered her head and said to me.

I quickly swallowed the love juice and semen that had entered my mouth, bent down, raised my head, and desperately opened my mouth, waiting for the gluttonous feast I had always dreamed of… My wife slowly pulled away from Kaiming’s body, watching the thick, fleshy rod gradually withdraw from her vagina, covered in her love juice and, of course, some of Liu Ziming’s countless offspring… My wife’s vagina was stretched open into a hollow hole, with a large amount of white, sticky fluid about to spill out. I quickly brought my mouth to it, waiting for my wife’s reward.

A hot stream slid into my mouth, both pungent and fishy, the taste of my wife’s love juice mixed with the semen of other men. Other men had diligently planted their seed in my wife’s vagina, and now it was my turn to enjoy the “fruits of victory.” My wife swayed her body up and down, sending every drop of their fluids into my mouth, and I licked and sucked greedily, afraid of missing a single drop.

My wife looked down and saw my greedy expression. She glanced at me with extreme disgust and contempt, then kicked me away. I lay on the ground, excitedly swirling our love juices in my tongue, reluctant to swallow.

My wife turned and squatted down, taking Liu Qiming's glans into her mouth and licking it incessantly, sucking in the remaining fluids and semen, thoroughly cleaning Qiming's penis. My wife, still spitting out the remaining vaginal fluids and saliva, got up and stomped on my foot, vaguely commanding me, "Open your mouth!" I was enjoying the taste of the semen flowing from my wife's vagina, and slowly opened my mouth. My wife bent down beside me, cleared her throat, and slowly spat the fluids from her mouth into mine.

My wife spat a few more times to make sure she had emptied her mouth, then looked at me with a slightly seductive expression. "How was it, darling? You finally got to eat something fresh today, didn't you?" My wife stood up, put her hands on her hips, walked between my legs, and stepped on my scrotum with her sexy high heel, grinding it hard.

"How about I let you eat every day from now on? Next time I'll find lots and lots of men to do it in front of you, so you can eat your fill, hehe, from now on you might as well not eat any more food, just eat other people's semen that they ejaculated inside me! Hehehehehe..." My wife giggled, her body shaking with laughter. "Oh, right, just eating this stuff isn't enough, it's high in protein, too nutritious, you have to drink water to dilute it, otherwise you'll get a sore throat... hehehehe..." My wife stopped grinding my testicles, squatted down on top of me, her darkened vulva, which had just been penetrated by another man, was right in front of my face. "Don't be so pathetic, hurry up and swallow that disgusting stuff, come on, open your mouth and drink some water." I understood what my wife meant, and greedily savored the taste of the liquid in my mouth one last time, reluctantly swallowing it, opening my mouth to wait for my wife's next favor. A thin stream shot out from between my wife's legs, splashing into my nose, I choked, and quickly raised my head to cover my wife's vulva with my mouth.

A gush of hot fluid shot into my mouth, and before I could savor it, I was forced to swallow it. My wife's urine had a strong smell, especially after intense intercourse. A large amount of water had been metabolized and excreted through sweat, leaving only the essence in her bladder—very yellow and pungent. Of course, this was what I loved most. After my wife emptied her bladder into my mouth, she ordered me to lick it clean. I carefully licked her vulva, which was still wet with urine, vaginal fluid, and semen. My wife seemed to be in a good mood afterward, and didn't torment me any further. She got up and sat in Liu Qiming's lap for a tender moment. The two of them whispered for a while, their low murmurs and bursts of laughter filling the air. They would occasionally glance at my crotch and point, as if studying something. Liu Qiming wore an incredulous expression, yet couldn't hide his curiosity. He nodded to my wife and whispered something else. My wife rummaged through a drawer full of odds and ends for a while, finding a tangled telephone cord and a half-burnt candle. Was she going to play with dripping candles? I wondered, silently watching my wife's actions.

My wife first cut one end of the telephone cord, then lit a candle. She dipped the flat end of the cord into the melting wax several times, and then used the still-molten wax to shape a ball at the cut end. She gave me another extremely seductive and alluring smile, seemingly unable to suppress her pleasure.

She walked over to me, sat back in Liu Qiming's lap, took off her left high heel, revealing her sexy stockinged foot, and gently brought it to my mouth. I knowingly stuck out my tongue, carefully wetting every inch of her stocking. My wife smiled lasciviously, her right foot, still in its high heel, gently caressing my glans. She reached out her delicate hand, bent down, and pinched my nipple, while her other hand kneaded her large breasts, emitting moans. She occasionally licked her lips, her eyes hazy and seductive, displaying the utmost provocation and wantonness.

After enjoying my wife's boundless tenderness, I felt a surge of heat in my lower abdomen. I was excited. Although I couldn't get an erection, I still had a basic desire. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed such caresses from my wife… My wife slowly tore open the stockings on her left foot, revealing her sexy little foot. She stuffed her toes, each one painted with nail polish, into my mouth. I licked them vigorously, afraid of missing this rare opportunity. My wife's jade feet had a slightly sour, sweaty smell, probably because those black leather high heels weren't very breathable. Coupled with the intense lovemaking with Liu Qiming just now, and the way she had used her feet to torture me, it was inevitable that her jade feet would be sweaty. However, to me, it was truly the most wonderful taste in the world. As my wife stimulated me, my excitement grew higher and higher. I could feel lubricant flowing out of my urethra.

"Qiming, I think that's enough, right? The prostate fluid has already flowed out," my wife pouted and turned to Liu Qiming, saying as she lifted her right foot, which was massaging my penis, and a trace of transparent liquid appeared on the sole of her high heel.

Liu Qiming nodded in apparent embarrassment. His wife stopped caressing him, leaned down, and pinched the head of his penis with her slender fingers. She dabbed at the head with her index finger, drawing out a little fluid, and smeared the fluid from the urethral opening onto the head. Then, she began to stroke his limp penis up and down with her hand. Stimulated by this, he became excited and ejaculated again.

His wife circled the head of his penis a few times with her index finger, then began to move it back and forth over the urethral opening, probing it with her fingernail. With her other hand, she grabbed the telephone cord beside her and inserted the end of the cord, which she had dripped onto the urethra and formed into a ball, into his urethra. He was surprised, and his wife's face showed a childlike curiosity and anticipation. Liu Qiming also watched intently from the side.

The candle-shaped ball was at least 1.5 centimeters in diameter, and the telephone cord at the back was more than 4 meters long. My wife held my glans tightly with one hand and tried to insert the telephone cord into my urethra with the other. She tried several times but failed because the ball at the front was too big... Finally, after tormenting me until I was covered in cold sweat, the ball finally slid into my already wet and overflowing urethral opening. I was in so much pain that I almost fainted, but I was unwilling to miss such an experience. I endured the inhuman pain and struggled to sit up, experiencing my wife's new round of torment.

After the small ball slid into the urethra, the insertion process became exceptionally smooth. My wife held the glans with her left hand while continuously inserting the remaining telephone cord into the urethra with her right. I could feel a huge foreign object invading my body. As it passed through the first bend in the urethra, I could even feel the small ball touching my testicles. After inserting about 20 centimeters, I felt the insertion encounter slight resistance. The small ball had penetrated deep into the urethral stricture, reaching the prostate. I felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and fullness, my thighs clenching and trembling, experiencing a long-lost, ejaculation-like pleasure.

My wife seemed to sense my difference as well, and after a few thrusts in and out at this position, a large amount of clear fluid gushed out of my urethra with excitement. My wife smiled, not giving me much time to enjoy it, and directly used the telephone cord to insert the small ball at the very end, reaching my urethral sphincter. I knew that pushing it further would reach the bladder, where considerable resistance was also encountered. I looked down at this lewd scene: the sexy wife inserted a telephone cord into her impotent husband's urethra, the two of them finding pleasure only through this—it was truly pathetic… The wife extended her tongue, licking back and forth on the glans, while her left hand continued to stroke it. Just as my excitement was about to reach its peak, the sensation abruptly stopped. I lowered my head in shame; I had forgotten that I couldn't ejaculate. At that moment, the wife's right hand suddenly exerted force, and the small ball smoothly passed through the sphincter, heading straight for the vast bladder.

A surge of intense pleasure washed over me, a feeling countless times more pleasurable than the few seconds of ejaculation. I let out a groan. My wife spat at me dismissively and began rapidly inserting the remaining telephone cord into my urethra. The pleasure of this insertion was indescribable; the sense of fullness and stimulation constantly stimulating my brain. I wished the telephone cord were infinitely long, that this process would never stop… However, the cord did have a limit. When the entire 4-meter-long telephone cord was inserted into my urethra, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and gratitude welled up within me. The telephone cord was coiled inside my bladder, my lower abdomen bulged high, and a feeling of expansion spread, an inexhaustible pleasure.

My wife pinched the end of the wire and slowly pulled it outwards. There was a friction sensation; I could feel the telephone wire brushing against my prostate. My wife slowly stood up, her right foot, clad in a high heel, stomping hard on my lower abdomen. The urine I had been holding in for so long could no longer be contained in my narrow bladder, and I lost control. A gush of urine, tinged with blood, splattered onto my wife's stockings and high heels. My wife giggled, stomped a few more times, and then began rubbing the sole of her shoe against my glans. As she continued to pull the telephone cord out quickly, the 4-meter-long cord was gradually pulled out of my bladder. Finally, as the ball passed through my sphincter again, accompanied by the rubbing of her high heels, I climaxed. I hadn't had an orgasm in two years, and today, with my wife's novel stimulation, I reached the peak of pleasure. My inner thighs tightened, and a warm flow slowly gushed out as the telephone cord was completely pulled out. A small puddle of liquid mixed with urine, blood, and yellow semen dripped onto my wife's high heels.

"Huh? You ejaculated? Hehe... You can ejaculate?!" My wife laughed in surprise, her body trembling, and she brought her right foot to my mouth. I leaned in and greedily licked the sticky liquid dripping onto my wife's high heels, afraid of soiling her noble, beautiful feet... My wife then inserted the ball into my urethra, probing the sphincter. This time, she didn't go deep, but instead repeatedly thrust in and out of the sphincter. This pleasure sent another spasm through me...

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