【Let us row our oars】(03)

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December 6, 2015

********** ... 　　The state-run sports system created a dictatorial sports world. Yelena rose from tennis player to coach not only because of her exceptional skills but also because she was the mistress of the sports bureau director. This director was already married and had secured his position through his wife's family's political influence. Therefore , when their affair was exposed, the director unsurprisingly abandoned his beautiful mistress to become a devoted husband. As the other woman, Yelena was utterly ruined—expelled from the national team, removed from the sports bureau's register, and left with nothing. Those who lived that era understand what losing a job and status meant in that environment. She could no longer find formal employment, not only because she had no , but also because in a planned economy, being expelled meant being excluded from the system, a complete exile. 　　Under immense pressure, Yelena became a barmaid, and her husband, Yuri, was her tenth man. Yuri was just an ordinary construction worker, poor and down on his luck, but he fell in love with a prostitute, Yelena, on his first visit. Yuri and Yelena married, and soon after, Sharapova was born. The family of three lived a simple but happy life, and Yelena was very proud of Sharapova's tennis talent at a young age. She contacted a coach in America, intending to nurture her daughter, but their escape brought them a devastating blow. 　　The trial was swift because the evidence was irrefutable. 　　The family of three was exiled to a cold, remote village in Siberia. The villagers were extremely hostile , and the village men were also lusting after Yelena. In desperation, Yuri made a bold but wrong decision: he took his family and fled Siberia to China. 　　The long escape along the frigid border had nearly killed the family of three. In their despair , they finally spotted a dim light at the foot of a distant mountain. Yuri and Yelena, dragging the nearly unconscious Sharapova, used all their remaining strength to paddle their homemade sled to the wooden cabin and eagerly pushed open the door. 　　A wave of warm air and the aroma of meat rushed out, giving Yuri and Yelena a glimmer of hope. Just as they were about to go inside, one of the four large men inside shoved them back onto the cold snow. 　　"Kind people, please, please save us! We're starving!" Yuri pounded on the door, pleading with those inside. But there was no response. He continued banging, harder and harder, because Yuri knew that if they weren't taken in, the family of three might not survive until tomorrow. Suddenly, the door was kicked open violently. Before Yuri could even speak, a loud bang echoed as the bark of a nearby pine tree burst open. A burly man with a full beard pointed a smoking gun at Yuri and snarled, "Get lost, brat If you bother us again, your head will be the next one blown off by my gun!" 　　Yuri was terrified. He dared not knock on the door again. He was utterly helpless, filled with regret for his mistake of fleeing to China and remorse for his own powerlessness. He tightly embraced his shivering wife and daughter and broke down in tears . Yelena remained silent for a long while. Then, she suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go try." 　　Before her husband could even grab her hand, she had already pushed open the door and entered. 　　After a while, the door opened, and Yuri and Sharapova were ushered into the house. Only a thin, scrawny old man remained. He led them to the kitchen and brought them food . Yuri and Sharapova were starving and ate heartily. Only after they had finished eating did Yuri realize his wife was gone. The old man told him that his wife had promised them a hearty dinner in exchange for their labor, and that she was now working with several other people. 　　A little while later, four strong, burly men emerged from the back room, their faces flushed, followed by his wife, Yelena. She seemed to have washed her face; the grime had been washed away, and she was beautiful and charming again, but now she looked uneasy and on the verge of tears. She was only wearing a thin undergarment, which was somewhat disheveled. Seeing that her husband and daughter had finished eating, a complex expression flashed in her eyes. Yuri, the husband, seemed oblivious. Seeing his beautiful wife unharmed, he happily pulled her to the table so she could also have a good meal. 　　"Yelena, come on, eat more, we still have a long way to go," Yuri said earnestly, pushing hot soup and bread towards his wife. But when Yelena saw the bowl full of thick, white cream of mushroom soup, she couldn't hold back any longer and bent over to vomit. The burly men exchanged glances and then burst into laughter. 　　Seeing this, Yuri quickly went over and hugged his wife, asking with concern, "Yelena, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Actually, he had sensed something was wrong when his wife returned; he had a bad feeling, but he wasn't sure what had happened. As he approached his wife, he vaguely smelled a faint, fishy odor on her, and when his gaze fell on her smooth blonde hair, he suddenly stared intently at her hair, his eyes seemingly spitting fire. He reached out, his hand trembling, and touched something stuck to his wife's hair—a large, sticky, milky-white puddle of a foul-smelling liquid—it was semen! 　　He understood completely; his wife, Yelena, had used her body as a bargaining chip for the meal he had just eaten. Filled with remorse and anger, he forced back his rage and held the sticky semen from his hand to Yelena's face, angrily demanding, "Yelena, tell me, what is this?!" 　　Yelena didn't speak, only shaking her head helplessly.

Yuri slammed his hand on the table in anger, stood up, and pointed at his wife's head, saying fiercely, "Yelena,
didn't promise me you wouldn't do this kind of thing after marrying me? Didn't you promise me you wouldn't be with other men anymore
?"

Yelena gently raised her head, her deep blue eyes already brimming with tears. She bit her thin
lips and said in a very soft voice, "I just want us to have a decent meal, otherwise we'll both starve and freeze to death
."

"Ah..." Yuri shouted angrily, unable to release his pent-up rage. Over the years, he
had endured the immense pressure and harsh sarcasm from all sides as the husband of a former prostitute.
He could only keep his innocence in check; no matter who his wife was before, she could never
be , and he couldn't betray her for any reason, allowing her body
to be defiled by another man again. This was his bottom line.

Seeing Yuri's frenzied state, several burly men nearby made sarcastic remarks.

"Haha, brother, your wife is really something. Her little cunt is so tight and wet, she doesn't look like
a mother who's had a child at all."

"That's right, but your wife's ass is amazing, so round and perky. I just made her lie on her stomach and
fucked her like a bitch, her big white ass is all red from being spanked."

"She's a rare beauty. Your wife is very horny. We fucked her so many times just now
, her cunt's juices are flowing down her thighs."

"Your wife's breasts are firm and soft. I just had her squeeze my big cock between her legs and give me a blowjob.
That pretty little mouth of hers is so cute when she's sucking on a cock. Brother, have you had your wife give you a blowjob
? She's really good."

"Hahahahahaha!"

Yuri was completely enraged by these vulgar words. He roared and charged at the burly men.
But these burly men showed no mercy to Yuri, who had just raped his wife
. Yuri was beaten unconscious like a lamb thrown into a tiger's den, then thrown out of the room.

Her husband, covered in blood and unrecognizable, was on the verge of
death in the freezing cold.

One of the men, clenching his fist, muttered, "This idiot is really overestimating himself," before slowly approaching Yelena with a lewd
smile . He said, "My beautiful little wife, your husband is about to die.
Why don't you stay and keep us company? Your weak husband is no good. We'll make sure you have orgasms every day
, brothers!" The others, also rubbing their groins, moved closer to her.

Suddenly, Yelena knelt down, grabbed a kitchen knife, and held it to her neck, startling the
men. Yelena glared at them and said, "I can grant your request, but please, save
my husband! Otherwise, the three of us will die here tonight. We're going to die anyway, but if you
die here, not only will the police and judges not forgive you, but we'll
haunt !" The burly men exchanged bewildered glances.

Yuri, bandaged and treated, lay
asleep . Yelena sat blankly in front of the mirror, gazing at her beautiful reflection in the dim light,
and couldn't help but sob softly. Just then, the door opened, and a naked, muscular man lecherously entered, saying,
"Beautiful lady, aren't you ready yet?"

"Get out!" Yelena coldly snapped at him. The man, annoyed, muttered, "Damn it, hurry up,"
and slammed the door shut as he left.

Yelena gently removed her clothes and walked naked out of the bedroom.

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