【The Foreign Hell of Silk Stocking Goddess Shi Xuan (The Return Journey)】

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Author: princedes.
Published on August 4, 2017 in: Forum.
First published .
Word count: 25206.
Foreword: I'm not sure if there will be a sequel (although I feel I've dug some holes in this post:
what you think is too brief might be a hole). If you like it, feel free to reprint, adapt, play with, or insult
it—do whatever you want with it.
I.
This winter was particularly hard for me. January in the south has no snow, and the cold city, apart from
the crowds rushing around for a living, had no trace of life. The overpass swept by the north wind, the constantly flashing traffic lights,
the endless stream of vehicles and pedestrians, and the tall buildings standing on both sides of the road—I had only been away from this familiar environment for
a little over half a month, but when I returned, I couldn't find a trace of familiarity. Perhaps all my thoughts were left in
Bergen, in that nightmare, and didn't come back with my body. I suddenly felt like an
ant, and everything in the city around me seemed dense and oppressive.
During the more than ten hours of the return journey, I leaned against the airplane window, unable to distinguish whether I was constantly dreaming
or in a semi-conscious state. I vaguely remembered Shixuan's roommate's lewd smile, that disgusting laughter
echoing in my ears from time to time. But I probably would never see that bastard again; he lay forever in
that pool of blood. Every time I thought of this, I would shrink back alertly, my eyes involuntarily scanning my surroundings
, feeling a surge of panic at anyone approaching me. Although the matter had been covered up, it was only because the police couldn't
confirm my suspicion and couldn't control me temporarily. Returning to China was indeed the only way out; no matter what the Norwegian police were
like, they didn't have the ability to come to Chinese territory to arrest Chinese citizens. I tried not to think about it, but
Shixuan's agonizing groans kept echoing in my mind.
Images of Shi Xuan, ragged and disheveled, being wantonly violated by her roommate and the two foreigners
flashed through my mind like a slideshow. The scene of our parting at the airport a few hours earlier, like a curse seeping into my blood, flowed through every
vein. Shi Xuan's beautiful eyes were filled with desperate tears, two clear streams running down her delicate
face and wetting her white collar. The black man stood beside her, one arm around her waist,
pressing her buttocks tightly against his already erect penis, his right hand slowly sliding down her white neck and
into her collar. His chin rested on Shi Xuan's head, brushing against her smooth, light brown hair, his
wicked grin revealing a set of large teeth sent chills down my spine. Shi Xuan's white down jacket heaved up and
down, the black man's large hands inside ravaging her breasts. His hands squeezed Shi Xuan's soft, full breasts,
his rough fingers perhaps teasing her pink nipples.
The body being played with, hidden beneath a white down jacket, white pantyhose, and white high-heeled boots, was more alluring than when she was naked. Shi Xuan
didn't even dare say "goodbye," her eyes red and tears streaming down her face. I didn't dare cry then, but now, leaning against the window, I dared to let the tears fall
.
If I hadn't acted impulsively, those bastards might be in jail right now. And now, Shi Xuan, to protect me,
might be on a bed somewhere, stripped naked and enduring the beating of a black man's penis. I suddenly wanted to send Shi Xuan
a WeChat message, but I realized I couldn't do that on the plane. For nearly 12 hours, I couldn't send her
any message. I started to regret it; if I had shamelessly persuaded Shi
Xuan to stay away back when we graduated, none of this would have happened. This idea
began to take shape the night I watched Shixuan being humiliated on the bed by her roommate , but what good did it do?
II.
I returned home around 11 a.m. I hadn't been able to rest properly on the plane;
falling asleep in my seat left my limbs weak and my neck aching terribly. Nightmares raged, blurring the lines between
day and night.
I locked the door, leaned my suitcase against the sofa, and slumped heavily onto the soft leather sofa.
Before leaving, I had closed all the doors and windows, and drawn the curtains. Sunlight couldn't penetrate the purplish-red
curtains, leaving only a dim, dark red glow on the floor. I remembered that the color of the curtains was
chosen by Shixuan and me when our family was decorating during our senior year; we had tacitly chosen this sensual yet elegant
color. I slumped on the sofa, feeling the eerie silence of the room; I could hear my own heartbeat
. The furniture in the living room stood silently in the dim space, a heavy
atmosphere of sorrow permeating the air. It seemed as if every table and chair was silently awaiting the return of their mistress.
I couldn't bear the atmosphere any longer, so I got up and drew back the curtains. With a "rip," the hazy sunlight pierced
through the dust and streamed through the window, a bit too bright and uncomfortable. I immediately drew the curtains back up, and
instead of lying down on the sofa, I pulled my suitcase into the bedroom and began packing.
Opening the wardrobe, I mechanically folded and stuffed the clothes inside. It was empty except for some
clothes I hadn't brought and formal wear—and a few of Shixuan's dresses. Seeing them now truly made me understand what it
meant to be pierced by a thousand arrows; a crushing pain in my chest made it hard to breathe. I had told Shixuan not to take these
summer clothes with her, reasoning that Norway wasn't as hot as here, that these clothes would remind me of her,
and that clothes were cheaper there; we could always buy more if needed. Shixuan blushed and muttered "little pervert
" to me, then tiptoed and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Among the items were the
cream-colored sleeveless top, pink semi-transparent gauze top, and short pleated skirt that Shixuan and I wore on our graduation trip. Seeing
these, I could almost see Shixuan's soft, silky breasts, the clean, warm
armpits peeking out from under her sleeves, and her shapely legs encased in black stockings beneath her miniskirt. I could almost feel Shixuan's S-shaped body
pressed against my chest, her round, firm buttocks, half-draped in her pleated skirt, rubbing against
my genitals against the thin, transparent black stockings, her long, silk-clad legs intertwined with mine on the bed. The
lace chiffon dress with pink flowers adorning the hem was also something Shixuan often wore during her undergraduate years. I pulled open the drawer...
Inside the drawer, neatly rolled up stockings of various colors by Shixuan. Each pair here was carefully chosen by Shixuan
to suit my taste. Those days, filled with desire and hormones,
are as unforgettable as my university days. I reached for the roll of flesh-colored, ultra-thin stockings, carefully unfolding them in my palm.
The silky fabric glided across my fingertips, feeling like holding Shixuan's soft arm, still carrying
the faint scent of her fleshy legs. I greedily pressed the stockings to my face; the pale flesh color, the hazy fragrance
, and the dreamlike touch reminded me of lying on Shixuan's lap, her hair and cherry blossoms brushing against my cheek
—warm and sweet.
Every spring and summer, when willow catkins and dandelions fluttered in the air, brushing against people's faces
, the cherry blossoms on our campus would bloom in rows and rows. Below Shixuan's dormitory building,
on the clean marble pavement, two rows of cherry trees in full bloom swayed in the spring breeze, their pale pink petals fluttering like snowflakes. To me, this marble pavement
was a road to paradise. On sunny days, walking on the cherry blossom-strewn stones, feeling the wind
carry the fragrance of falling petals like swirling snowflakes, quietly waiting for the beauty to appear—there was no more poetic atmosphere.
A few minutes later, Shixuan appeared under the cherry trees at the entrance of the building, wearing a pink floral dress. Shixuan
always seemed a little shy when she saw me, her lovely face smiling sweetly. The pink lace
chiffon dress perfectly accentuated Shixuan's slender figure, her 36E breasts held together just right, giving a
sense of elastic fullness and a sensual, almost fleshy quality. The area near her shoulders was slightly transparent, adorned with
small white polka dots; if you looked closely, you could see the white bra straps. The dress had very short sleeves,
only about 5 centimeters from the armpits, like a mini-skirt draped over Shi Xuan's fair arms. The narrow waist and the lace-trimmed
skirt accentuated Shi Xuan's flawless skin and shapely figure, exuding the essence of spring
. Shi Xuan didn't like wearing hats; her long, glossy black hair cascaded elegantly over her shoulders. She wasn't wearing
stockings either; her long legs, clad in pearl-colored wedge sandals, seemed to be made of pure milk.
The leather straps of the sandals adorned her sexy ankles, and her meticulously manicured toenails shimmered like pink crystals in the spring sunlight
. I had never thought bare legs could be so alluring.
If only time could turn back to that point, back to the days before Shi Xuan and I graduated.
I waved to Shi Xuan. Shi Xuan, facing the gentle breeze, walked towards me with a smile as beautiful as cherry blossoms.
Fallen petals drifted past my eyes, and through my blurred vision, Shi Xuan, dressed in an elegant pink outfit, her
long, white legs and cute high-heeled sandals, looked like a flower fairy gracefully descending from the blossoms. My tongue felt dry, and
my palms began to sweat from the warm spring sun. I longed to rush forward, grab Shi Xuan's soft little hand, and, ignoring
the stares of passersby, suckle at her snow-white flesh. However, for some reason, I lacked the strength to move my legs,
and my eyelids drooped. I looked around; there were no pedestrians. Shi Xuan continued
walking slowly towards me with her smiling face, but she seemed not to move at all. I wanted to shout at her, but no sound came out
.
In my hazy state, I saw a blurry dark shadow appear behind Shi Xuan, from which several black
thugs emerged. Shi Xuan seemed oblivious, simply walking on with a happy smile. The dark hands
began to encircle and violate Shi Xuan's body, their arms like vines tightly embracing her, pressed against
the shadowy figure behind her. One hand gripped Shi Xuan's neck, while another tore apart the sheer fabric of her left shoulder, revealing half of
her white bra, then reached inside her plump breasts, playing with her delicate nipples.
"Darling! Shi Xuan!" My voice seemed hoarse, or perhaps I couldn't hear anything
; I tried my best but no sound came out. In an instant, Shi Xuan's smile froze, her beautiful
face becoming expressionless, her eyes revealing a complex and desolate look. She didn't make a sound, nor did she struggle
; only her legs continued to move with difficulty. The shadowy figure's large hands had firmly bound Shi Xuan, their dark
fingers digging deeply into her abdomen and breasts. Shi Xuan's wedge sandals scraped painfully against the ground. Her
long, jade-like legs twitched spasmodically, yet she couldn't take a single step closer to me. Several ghostly
black hands emerged from the shadows, grasping Shi Xuan's forearms and binding her into a "介" shape. A hand
reached inside her unbroken right shoulder sleeve; these things were as flexible as soft tentacles. Through Shi Xuan's dress, I could
see that dark object extending from her beautiful armpit to her lower abdomen, pressing against her slender waist, and tightly
gripping her navel. Shi Xuan didn't make a sound, or perhaps I couldn't hear her. Her expression was desolate yet serene;
beneath her long, curved eyelashes, tears began to well up in her large eyes. Shi Xuan blinked intermittently, her gaze
fixed on me, her bright eyes filled with fear and an eerie tenderness. She could no longer take
a single step towards me. A dark figure slipped a hand under Shi Xuan's dress and viciously tugged at her white
panties. Shi Xuan struggled to keep her thighs pressed together, her small feet pushing against her sandals. I felt
a burning, throbbing pain in my genitals, almost causing me to lose control; my penis felt like it was about to burst through my pants, and my chest was unbearably itchy. Shi Xuan was also nearing her breaking point.
Under the short pink skirt, one side of her white panties was already slightly exposed; her
last line of defense was about to be cruelly torn away by the dark figure. Shi Xuan desperately squeezed her thighs together, her
thighs trembling from the excessive force, engaged in a difficult tug-of-war with the dark figure.
The dark hand couldn't immediately pull off the goddess's panties. At this moment, another dark hand reached out from behind and grabbed
Shi Xuan's calf, while another clamped down on the softest, whitest flesh of her other thigh. Grapped like this
, Shi Xuan probably had no way to resist. The hand gripping her thigh effortlessly
spread Shi Xuan's long, white leg, raising it to waist height. Shi Xuan could only touch the ground with one foot, the other dangling in mid-air, her calf hanging down
towards the ground, facing me in this extremely shameful position. Although the shadowy figure couldn't pull down her
panties, because her legs were spread so wide, the hem of her dress had been lifted to her waist, revealing the pure white fabric symbolizing her chastity.
Her panties were completely exposed. The white fabric clung to Shi Xuan's plump, pink flesh, the erotic scent overpowering
the fragrance of cherry blossoms. Shi Xuan's face wasn't contorted, nor did it show much expression; she was like a beautiful doll
. Only her tears flowed more and more, her eyes filled with apology and despair. A few tears fell to
the ground between her legs, seemingly the unwitting honeyed fluid from the goddess's lower body.
The surroundings were eerily quiet; the wind rustled the cherry blossoms without a sound, only a faint, sweet fragrance lingered. Then, the scene that would break my heart
began. A dark figure reached out another terrifying black hand, sliding along the inside of Shi Xuan's lifted thigh and into her
panties. Through the already damp white fabric, I could see that dark thing covered Shi Xuan's
secret garden, completely obscuring her pink flesh. The black thing was writhing and twitching incessantly
, seemingly sucking up the delicious nectar.
"
Ughh
...

I raised my hand and wiped my nose, instantly
regaining consciousness. When I woke up
,
the bedroom was much darker. I found myself lying across the large bed,
Shi Xuan's ultra-thin stockings still on my face. The soft silk brushed against my nose, tickling comfortably, accompanied by a faint scent of the stockings.
The wardrobe door was still open, and the pink dress was clearly visible. Without realizing it, I had already tidied up my clothes
; perhaps because I was too tired and jet-lagged, I had fallen asleep smelling the stockings.
"Darling…help me…" Shi Xuan's tearful voice echoed in my still-sleepy ears, my head
buzzing like tinnitus, filled with Shi Xuan's pitiful echoes. I got out of bed and found my
lower body sticky, my neck and back covered in sweat, my entire collar soaked.
I quickly tidied myself up, took a shower, and checked my phone; it was already past 8 pm. No
one had contacted me; my colleagues and friends at work didn't know I was back early. Instinctively, I opened WeChat. Shixuan
's profile picture appeared on the screen. With trembling fingers, I swiped open the conversation—the last message was from
the day before I went to Norway: "Honey, I'm so happy! I'll pick you up at the airport at dawn!" My flight was in the morning that day, which
was around two or three in the morning in Bergen. Shixuan was so excited she wouldn't sleep, and after the video call ended, she clung to me and acted all cute for a
long time. My heart was pounding, and my cold fingers could barely move the touchscreen. Shixuan's Moments hadn't changed. Her
most recent post was a selfie of us at Bergen airport, captioned "My darling."
Shixuan's smile in the photo was radiant; just looking at that smiling face could calm my emotions a little. "Shixuan is my
fiancée and my goddess, and that will never change," I silently resolved in my heart. I checked Shixuan
's other social media accounts, but there was nothing there either. Actually, this was good news; it was better than seeing some video or photo online
of my goddess helplessly enduring the humiliation of several foreign men. Even
so, I still found it hard to calm down completely.
The time displayed on my phone screen was 8:47 PM on January 17th. If none of this had happened,
Shixuan would have started video chatting with me in a few minutes. During the days we were apart, 6:30 AM and
9 PM every morning, and 11:30 PM and 2 PM for Shixuan—these fixed times
were more important to me than eating or breathing. I stared blankly for a while, checked the time, and became restless.
Only five minutes had passed; it was 8:52 PM. I knew it was futile; Shixuan was completely powerless right now.
That black man was probably using some means to humiliate her, but I still clung to that sliver of hope—to see her,
to hear her speak, to make sure she wasn't in any other danger. Or rather, I was just reflexively trying not to miss this
crucial moment.
I sat on the bed, holding my phone upside down on the surface facing me, staring blankly.
8:59 PM. The video chat time with Shixuan was set together beforehand to ensure neither of us
was busy at this time. Shixuan is a very considerate and punctual girl; she's usually no more than five minutes late, and almost always
on time. She never rushes or tries to fob me off; it's me who sometimes gets
a little rushed because I'm rushing to work or dealing with chores. On screen, she always maintains a goddess-like elegance and
the sweetness of our first meeting.
9:01 PM. I swipe to my WeChat with Shixuan, anxiously and quietly waiting
… The screen remains unchanged.
Fine.
"Do you really want to see your goddess fiancée crying in front of the camera while some black bastard behind her is
frantically fucking her?" I think to myself, trying to scare myself. The thought of that scene makes my lower body react
.
9:04 PM. Maybe Shixuan will be a few minutes late. That thought still lingers in my mind. I close my eyes
, take a deep breath, and my hand, which is supporting my body, feels a little numb. The scene from my dream and the moment we parted at the airport
flashed through my mind. Sometimes I still remember Shixuan
crying and screaming between those two foreigners, her two holes being penetrated; I remember her being fucked from behind by her roommate; I remember her covered in semen,
hugging me, crying and laughing, wanting to have sex with me again. I can't say whether I'm consciously thinking about these things or not; they're
vividly alive in my mind. Besides, I really, really miss her.
9:43 PM. I think the answer is clear: Shixuan has lost any chance of contacting me.

Since she went abroad, my sense of time has become incredibly strong. I calculate 　　her schedule, mine, time difference, the time difference of our journeys , and even everything that can be estimated. Time and space
have become extremely sensitive to me; being on opposite sides of the world, longing is the most important bond.
I believe Shixuan is doing better than me in this respect.
I opened the bedroom curtains and the French windows, outside which is the balcony connecting the living room and bedroom. Night had
fallen; the daytime fog had dissipated, and the city was dotted with lights under the night sky. The traffic on the elevated roads and highways merged
into the shimmering streams unique to big cities. The advantage of living on a high floor is that you can escape the hustle and bustle of the ground and quietly embrace
the world as it gradually falls asleep. Leaning against the balcony, the cold wind chilled my limbs. I felt I should calm down and think
about my situation, even though my heart was still pounding, and my excessively tense breathing made me feel weak all over.
Shixuan's sleazy roommate no longer exists; he was the source of Shixuan's nightmares. Similarly,
it's unlikely I'll go back. My silence at the police station and the black man's false testimony prevented the police from obtaining clear
evidence to detain me. Perhaps they had already gathered some clues during my time back in China, after all, I
acted without thinking. But now that I'm in China, cross-border action is almost impossible. I
'm a college graduate, after all, and I know about extradition treaties. For two countries that don't usually have close ties to cooperate criminally to hand
over a citizen of another country is simply a joke. Moreover, I seriously doubt their evidence is sufficient—if the black man
recants his testimony, he will also be held responsible, not to mention…
A gust of wind blew by, and I shivered.
During my time at the police station, Shixuan must have made some kind of agreement with the black man. Thinking of this, I slammed my fist
on the stone railing of the balcony. It's all my fault for being too impulsive; otherwise, I could have gone to the police station with Shixuan the next day. Even if I wasn't
familiar with the local laws, those three bastards would definitely have been dealt with. I began to carefully recall Shixuan's behavior
and her words and actions at the time.
"Baby, go quickly, I'll be back in a week." A sentence suddenly rang in my ears. "A week!
Was that something she said casually, or was it a promise she made with the black man?" My heart skipped a beat, and I blurted it out. Was Shixuan trying to say she'd forgive and forget the past, and sacrifice herself for another week to save me? 　　It's unlikely
Shixuan is staying in her original place now; the black man will have to take care of her. So, there's nothing I 　　can do but wait? 　　I think I've reached a conclusion. 　　Even though it seems perfectly reasonable, I can't find any reason to be calm. I remembered Shixuan 　　saying, while clinging to me, that if it weren't for me, she might not want to live after being abused by her roommate, and I rushed back to the bedroom. 　　After getting off the plane, I forgot to do something very important. "Wife, no matter what you become, you have to come back to me." 　　The WeChat chat 　　with Shixuan was still open on my phone screen . 　　Fourth, 　　my annual leave from work hasn't ended yet; if I wanted, I could stay on until the end of the Spring Festival. 　　Shixuan probably won't have a chance to reply; this is destined to be a restless night. It's 　　2:14 AM. I slept too long this afternoon, so I'm not very sleepy yet, and my chest aches slightly. 　　I don't want to turn on the TV; I just want to sit quietly on the edge of the bed and watch the night view outside the window. The night is deep; 　　the sunlight has long since faded, and dawn is still a long way off. The city sky is starless; the few remaining stars 　　are shattered on the ground, and the night sky looks slightly reddish, as if it has been crying. It should be around 7 PM in Norway now. 　　I wonder how Shixuan is doing; I don't dare to think about it. That's how people are; the more you try to avoid thinking about something, the more easily you 　　think about it. For a few moments, I seemed to feel Shixuan behind me, whispering softly in my ear 　　. 　　I checked my phone; it's 5:43 AM. There's no response. Time seems to have passed in the blink of an eye; 　　I don't know when I fell asleep. It's still dark, and I feel empty and uncomfortable inside. Lying in 　　bed, I feel a hot, damp heat churning in my chest, like thousands of ants crawling inside me— 　　an indescribable feeling of itchiness and restlessness. I got up and left the bedroom, going into my study and turning on the computer. 　　To be honest, I wasn't really in the mood for the computer; I just wanted to sit in the study for a while, so I turned it on out of habit. 　　I browsed aimlessly in the browser for a bit, unable to figure out what I wanted to do, so I started staring blankly at the screen in the dark 　　. That's when I noticed dozens of unread emails in my inbox. During my few days abroad, my inbox 　　had been overflowing with spam. One email had a subject line that looked like gibberish, something like "homeist 　　r? mper," completely incomprehensible. I opened the email; there was no content in the body, just three pictures attached 　　—probably some kind 　　of malware link masquerading as a scam involving a class reunion, a first love, or parents/relatives. I was about to delete it when I accidentally clicked the preview button. The images before me made my 　　anger surge. 　　The girl in the picture covers her face with her hands, a blush of shyness lingering on her beautiful cheeks, and a 　　faint sheen of moisture glistening between her slender fingers. Without a doubt, those long, shapely legs, that curvaceous figure, and that 　　delicate, pure white skin like that of a 17-year-old girl—who else could it be but my fiancée, Shi Xuan? This photo was 　　taken at an angle from the floor, making Shi Xuan's legs appear even longer and more shapely, far surpassing those of a lingerie model. Shi Xuan sits on 　　a swivel bar stool about 1.3 meters high, her back to the marble bar counter—this type of large bar 　　layout is common in private apartments abroad. Her slightly wavy, brown hair falls smoothly down, partially obscuring 　　her delicate face and hands. Shi Xuan is only wearing a white bra that I've never seen before, a size too small, and a 　　pair of light-colored pantyhose that aren't particularly thin; she's not wearing anything on her lower body. A large portion of her snow-white breasts 　　is squeezed out from the bra, her tightly bound breasts appearing almost to fall. In the photo, Shi Xuan subconsciously clenched her 　　genitals, her pale wheat-colored stockings pressed tightly together, squeezing her secret garden into a sexy "V" shape. 　　Yet, a small, alluring patch of dark pubic hair still peeked out from the crotch of her dark stockings. The black 　　man was crouching below the high chair, most of his body outside the frame of the photo, one hand cradling Shi Xuan's dangling, hazy...

His small feet, his other hand gently caressing Shi Xuan's gracefully curved calves. Shi Xuan's small feet, held tightly by the black man, stretched slightly
forward, the stockings at her ankles rippling with two textured wrinkles, delicate as if sculpted from pale pink powder
. Her size 36 feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were translucent, like finely polished white jade draped in a thin veil.
Her ten little toes, painted with pink nail polish, stood neatly together, timidly curled into cat paw shapes,
appearing exceptionally delicate and petite beneath the dark flesh-colored stocking toes.
To my heart's dismay, the black man's large mouth was close to Shi Xuan's small feet, revealing his wet, disgusting teeth,
gently tearing at her toes. A small section of the toe of Shi Xuan's stocking was already wet with the black man's disgusting saliva, making the dark
toe look sticky. The thick stockings, pulled and stretched by the black man, were somewhat transparent, covered with frothy
saliva. Shi Xuan's jade-like toes recoiled in fear, hiding beneath her untouched stockings. Black Turtle
's face was filled with pleasure; the elongated toes of the stockings in his mouth were like delicious, stringy
cheese, releasing an irresistible aroma.
My neck stiffened; the light from the computer screen in the darkness was particularly glaring, piercing my fragile heart. My throat
felt dry and bitter, and my breath carried a faint taste of blood. My gaze returned to Shi
Xuan's beautiful face; I could see the humiliation and shame etched on her cheeks, which she covered with her slender hands.
My hand, which had been free from the mouse, clenched tightly, the veins on the back of my hand bulging. Last time, I was tied to a bed;
later, I was in a police station; this time, I had to watch from afar as this inferior race manipulated my goddess in various ways
. What to do? Smash the screen with a punch? I checked the email time; it was around 2 AM,
which should be around 7 PM on Shi Xuan's end. It seems the black man, possessing the goddess, had nothing else to do but start
toying with my fiancée from the moment night fell. I was speechless with emotion; hardening my heart, I opened the remaining two photos
.
The second photo wasn't much different; Shi Xuan's pose remained unchanged. One of Shi Xuan's stockinged feet
dangled limply to the side of the high chair, while the other, battered stocking had its toe torn,
revealing five adorable toes peeking out from the ripped edge. The torn toe formed an irregular lace pattern, soaking
the sole of her foot where it clung to the base of her toes. The black man, like a hungry wolf, sucked on Shi Xuan's two toes, his rough tongue darting out from beneath them,
burrowing between the stockings and the soles of her feet, enjoying the double pleasure of being enveloped by the goddess's warm, smooth feet and silky stockings
. I knew Shi Xuan's small feet were very sensitive; these scoundrels, in their eagerness to enjoy her earlier, hadn't paid
attention to them. Now, the dark red, sticky worm in the black man's mouth was wriggling against the soles of her feet,
while Shi Xuan's two little toes were warmly enveloped in his moist mouth. Even if Shi Xuan wasn't willing,
her body must have been aroused to the point of producing arousal fluid. This inescapable shame, the feeling Shi Xuan had, I seemed
to be able to sense it from afar.
In the third photo, the stockings on Shi Xuan's little foot were completely torn, the tattered top pulled down to her ankle
, becoming a pair of tight-fitting lace-trimmed panties. The milky white, delicate little foot and the pale flesh-colored stockings created
a lewd contrast. Beneath the instep, where faint blue veins were visible, the tip and five toes of Shi Xuan's jade-like foot were completely engulfed in the black
man's mouth. The shameless smile on this bastard's face, as he sucked like a fish's mouth, made me want to vomit. The man with the black
hair pinched Shi Xuan's smooth calf with one hand, while the other moved to the inside of her thigh, using the stockings
to gently spread her legs apart. Shi Xuan's slender hand reached down, seemingly weakly pushing away, while
her other hand covered her mouth, crying. Her large, red eyes betrayed her inner anguish. Her parted thighs spread wide
, revealing the sliver of pink flesh beneath her dark pubic hair, and
a deep welt appeared at the crotch of the flesh-colored stockings protecting her vulva.
Itchy, an excruciating itch.
Around 6:20, I sat in front of the computer for over half an hour. The sky was beginning to lighten, so I closed
the curtains, which were slightly open, and continued to sit alone in the darkness. Accustomed to the dark, my eyes were a little afraid of light; I
was even afraid that the light would mercilessly pierce through Shi Xuan's almost exposed shame. I'm so glad the other person was a foreigner
, and these photos appeared in my private email, not on Shixuan's WeChat Moments or Weibo.
I can accept that Shixuan's feet were being played with. During my time at the police station, I had already made up my mind, and besides wanting Shixuan
back, I no longer asked for anything else. This black guy is clearly not like the black men in those American porn or dramas
. At least he knows how to play with women, and he has a strong possessive desire for Shixuan's feet. This is
completely different from the kind of black guy I had in mind who only knew how to fuck and pound, making white girls roll their eyes back.
Thinking about it carefully, the sleazy guy asked him to participate in the group sex with Shixuan, and he was so calm when he saw the sleazy guy die, as if
he had no feelings at all; he was able to make a deal with Shixuan while I was being questioned by the police. Perhaps this beast
is not simple, perhaps he had some kind of plan with Shixuan's perverted roommate that we don't know about
.
I'm slowly trying to figure out his intentions. In this deal, I've already run back. To prevent him from retaliating, Shixuan
has to repay him with her body for a week. This must be a private deal between them. If he continues to cause trouble after a week
, Shixuan, having endured all this torment, might choose to die together with him—a result that
wouldn't benefit any of the three of us. I've pretty much guessed his intention in sending those photos.
Of course, all of this is just my speculation. The only basis for this is the belief Shixuan gave me, her words
like "until death do us part," and "I'll definitely be back in a week."
I'm trembling violently.
Now I have the black guy's email address, and my intuition tells me I shouldn't reply—we don't even speak the language. Should I
text Shixuan? My heart is itching, like someone is tickling it with a feather. I can't resist, I pick up
my phone, and only stop typing.
That one sentence from yesterday should be enough.
V.
January 19th, 6:27 AM, I prepare to get up, wash, and then go to the company. I honestly don't know
how I got through yesterday; extreme frustration and anxiety filled the entire apartment.
I decided to go back to work before Shixuan returns; at least work will keep me occupied. If I'm idle all day
, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle the psychological pressure, and I'll start having all sorts of wild thoughts and eventually go crazy. Last night, I
told some friends privately that I was back, and then I was busy sending messages all night long. I didn't dare post it publicly, afraid that
Shixuan's parents would see it and come to me asking
all sorts of questions. My workplace is in a high-rise office building in the city center's financial district; we own five floors.
The boss, Uncle Wang, is my dad's old classmate. They've known each other since my grandfather's generation and were business partners in their early years—they're
practically family friends. Thanks to my family, I'm able to get such a good job opportunity and environment, something that most
people can't achieve no matter how hard they try. I interned at Uncle Wang's company during my junior year summer internship. We
addressed each other as superior and subordinate at work, but as uncle and niece in our daily lives. Uncle Wang is a very nice person. He has a daughter who is two years younger than me.
I've met her several times before; she's beautiful and has a great temperament, and we have a very good impression of each other. It's just that she went to the United States for her undergraduate
studies. At the company, Uncle Wang personally arranged for people to guide me through many things, which
was far more practical than a degree from a so-called prestigious university. As a student with little work experience, I immediately surpassed a group of university graduates who had been working for three to five years, naturally causing some resentment. Fortunately, these people weren't fools; you 　　can't argue with
resources and connections , you can only comply. 　　Thinking about it, this might be the root cause of Shixuan's frustration. She's a girl from a middle-class family in the south, and she 　　can only rely on her looks to get some extra opportunities, or at worst, become a rich wife. After all, 　　graduates from prestigious universities are everywhere these days. However, she wouldn't do that, which is why she's my goddess. 　　During my first semester of senior year, I took Shixuan out to dinner and introduced her to my parents. Uncle Wang was also there, but he 　　didn't seem to like Shixuan very much, constantly mentioning his daughter. 　　I arrived a bit early; there weren't many people in the office. I had a lot of things piling up these past few days, so I buried 　　myself in my work, trying my best not to think about these upsetting things. People from the company arrived one after another. Some 　　colleagues I'm usually close to knew I was coming last night, so they weren't too surprised. I told everyone that my fiancée and I 　　were coming back for the Spring Festival, except that Shixuan went to her parents' city first after getting off the plane. 　　"You're back, Lao Xu?" I was lost in thought when a gentle female voice sounded beside me. 　　I turned around. The girl in front of me had neat, shoulder-length flaxen hair, and a sunny smile adorned her 　　small, delicate face, which looked full of vitality in the morning sunlight. She wore a white shirt paired with a black 　　women's blazer, and a tight-fitting skirt that hugged her slightly upturned hips. The skirt had a short 　　slit near the knee, and as she walked, her hips swayed gently inside, 　　revealing glimpses of her thighs through flesh-colored stockings. The stockings were very light-colored, making her calves and the insteps appear very pink, and she wore black pointed- 　　toe high-heeled ankle boots. A very standard office lady outfit. 　　"You...? What are you doing here?" I was slightly taken aback. 　　The girl in front of me was Zhao Xiaoman, a classmate of mine and Shixuan's. I 　　remembered her from the icebreaker activity during our freshman year. She later transferred to another major, and we only interacted in classes shared between our two majors and some club 　　activities. However, she often missed some required courses, and sometimes she would appear in some niche 　　courses or activities. I didn't know her very well, but I had heard that she was very outgoing, had a good network of connections, and 　　knew all sorts of people from different majors. 　　If we're talking about appearance, Zhao Xiaoman was about 1.73 meters tall in high-heeled ankle boots, with a distinctive face 　　and a pointed chin. Her good figure and fair skin added to her charm, and she 　　would probably be in the top 10 in our college of over 280 students—in our humanities and social sciences college, the male-to-female ratio is generally around 1:2.5. Of course, compared to Shixuan, she might be inferior in some aspects, but 　　she was still considered a beauty 　　in school . Strangely, few people in the class knew much about her, probably because she often mingled 　　between different majors and frequently interned off-campus, remaining outside of established groups. 　　Xiaoman told me—I remember calling her "Xiaoman" back in our student days, it just rolled off my tongue—that she started working 　　two or three months later than me. In this highly competitive city, jobs are hard to find, and she had a tough time securing 　　an internship and working for three months before becoming a full-time employee. Her department and floor were different from mine, and since 　　she hadn't been there very long, not many people on our floor were particularly close to her. Xiaoman repeatedly emphasized 　　the word "particularly." However, while I was away, she was assigned some tasks, so she was here 　　to hand them over to me. 　　"Don't call me so old, okay? We're in the same year." I honestly couldn't remember how she used to 　　address me. Did she call me by my full name? I think she just used "you." 　　"You're almost getting married, aren't you old yet!" Xiaoman blinked her large, bright eyes, her long 　　eyelashes incredibly alluring. 　　"Hey, look at all the things you left behind, I've taken care of them all..." Xiaoman 　　spoke before I could reply. Her voice was soft, with a quality that was irresistible to men. 　　Then, Xiaoman meticulously reviewed for me what needed to be done while I was away, and 　　what she had already accomplished. I found her to be a very capable young woman, with a clear mind and 　　thoughtful approach to tasks. No wonder the higher-ups kept her on. 　　After settling the work matters, I invited her to dinner that evening, my treat. We were alumni, so we should 　　look out for each other at work. During my absence, she had diligently taken over my work. Xiaoman is a 　　girl from the north, and finding a job alone in a southern city is indeed very difficult. Moreover, she had already put it that way 　　; not reciprocating would be rather tactless. I glanced at her; her departing figure was quite beautiful, 　　her swaying hips and flawless legs beneath the thick uniform—all of which reminded me of Shixuan. 　　"Hey buddy, what's up? Want to go out and have some fun tonight while your wife's not around?" A close 　　colleague, a driver, noticed my distracted expression and leaned over to whisper. 　　"Yeah, yeah... I have plans tonight! Besides, do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"Hehe, I understand." Actually, everyone knows that in this city, every normal man,
even migrant workers, has his moments of pleasure; it's just that they use different excuses each time.
It's human nature.
Work does distract me, but most of the time I'm still absent-minded. My colleagues around me have noticed
, and a few close ones are even grinning like idiots. Who knows what these lecherous guys are thinking?
I suspect Zhao Xiaoman knows Shi Xuan. Even a girl
wouldn't forget Shi Xuan after seeing her at the icebreaker event. I just don't know how much she knows about me and Shi Xuan, since she and we don't have
much interaction. I only remember one guy in my dorm was particularly infatuated with Zhao Xiaoman, seeing beauty in the eye of the beholder, and
for a while, he brainwashed several of us in the dorm into having fantasies about her. But judging from the outcome, he probably got friend-zoned. Speaking of which, it's 　　strange
that Zhao Xiaoman hasn't had a steady boyfriend in the past few years .
Perhaps I knew too little; by the end of my senior year, I wasn't even sure if I'd seen her
again. I should just focus on work.
I didn't feel good about the day. After work, I drove Xiaoman to a nice
coffee shop. I hadn't noticed during the day, but while we ate, I realized she was quite well-dressed. After changing out of her suit jacket, Xiaoman
put on a black, tight-fitting down jacket, a wool plaid scarf around her neck, bright red
lipstick, light eyeliner, and straight short hair—a look that was both alluring and artistic, quite
captivating in the night. Especially her exposed, fair legs between her ankle boots and skirt—they must have stirred the hearts of many passersby on that chilly winter night
. Unfortunately, I didn't behave well; I was a bit out of sorts at the dinner table.
Sometimes silence is very discouraging for a beautiful woman sitting next to you. Afterwards, I felt very apologetic. Xiaoman didn't have a car and
lived alone in a rented apartment; I drove her home before driving back myself.
VI.
As the year draws to a close, the streets are lit up with streetlights, already carrying a hint of the New Year's atmosphere. A fleeting ray of light shines on
the lathe in the driver's cab, as ephemeral as fireworks. Listening to the music and interactive elements on the car radio,
waves of drowsiness wash over me, like electric currents numbing my entire body. If Shixuan were in the passenger seat right now,
how cozy that would be.
The dashboard shows I arrived home at 9:17 PM. I open the door, and the first thing I do is go to the study
and turn on the computer. As expected, there are two more emails in my inbox, sent by that damned black guy
. One was sent around 8 AM here, and the other just
15 minutes ago.
I open the first email; the title is still a string of letters I can't understand, the body is empty, and the attachment contains
a video of about 12 minutes. Without a doubt, that black guy wants to humiliate Shixuan and me. I can imagine
the scene that greets me when I open the video: my fiancée naked and being violated.
"Hmph, I'm pretty mentally resilient!" I cursed myself inwardly, though I was actually itching
to flip the table. Everyone's like this; after experiencing something outrageous, the mind gradually adapts, even becoming
numb. This explains why some female students forced into compensated dating by life's pressures
often find the first decision the hardest, but later it really becomes a matter of "one more time won't hurt." Frankly
, if you really become numb, your life is over. I still wished the pain would be even more intense.
I opened the video; the screen was completely black. A few seconds passed, and it was still black. I carefully
dragged the progress bar to the middle of the video, but the screen remained black. I carefully dragged the progress bar back and forth in small increments,
discovering that every frame of the 12-minute and 48-second video was blank. This baffled me.
Did that black guy mess up the file? Or did he not know how to record video and corrupted the file? I tried
reopening it several more times, but it was still completely black.
This started to panic. I can accept any scenario, as long as the black guy's intentions are within my expectations.
But this… I dare not make any optimistic assumptions. Could it be hinting at something? I subconsciously reached
for my phone—it was gone! I remember answering a call before leaving work and leaving it on the corner of my desk, but
I clearly remember taking it when I left! My phone was either in my car or lost in the coffee shop
. I rushed downstairs to the garage and confirmed that my phone wasn't in the car; I wanted to rush to the coffee shop, but I didn't know
the time, and I was certain that the coffee shop would close after 10 pm, and I wouldn't have enough time to get there now.
A day spent in a daze left me disoriented. I sat back down at my computer, restarted it countless times, and
tried opening the file with various media players. It was still completely black, utterly useless. My palms were covered in
cold sweat; I was terrified, and tears were welling up in my eyes. What the hell did that damn black guy do to my Shixuan
? If this is what that black guy wanted me to achieve, then he's been incredibly successful
.
My phone is gone, the video won't play, all my information is cut off. I slumped in my chair, savoring
the atmosphere of despair.
Utter silence, eerily quiet.
...
"Hiss hiss hiss..." A hissing sound, like radio waves, came from somewhere.
The sound fluctuated, sometimes continuous, sometimes interrupted, but it was still very faint; you had to hold your breath to hear it.
"Hiss hiss hiss..." I was certain the sound was coming from the computer desk.
I didn't look for it immediately, afraid that if I moved, the sound would cut off.
It seemed to be coming from the headphones next to the speakers.
I saw on the computer screen that the video, though without a picture, was still playing. I suddenly realized, immediately put on
the headphones, rewound the video to the very first second, turned up the volume, and listened carefully.
For the first minute, there was almost no sound, only some faint breathing. Then, the breathing intensified, mixed
with rustling water sounds and friction sounds.
"Hmm... Hmm... Ah..." I heard Shi Xuan's voice. Her breathing was heavy and seductive, and
she must have been experiencing some kind of physical stimulation.
"Ugh
...
no
... 　　no 　　... 　　uh
... 　　" 　　Waaaaaahh 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　I've been back in China for almost three days, and this video is making my blood boil and my mind race. I held 　　my breath, trying to stop myself from breathing, only letting out air when I couldn't hold it any longer, using this self-torture to keep myself 　　from getting too excited. 　　What is that black guy doing to Shi Xuan? What on earth is he doing to Shi Xuan?! 　　I remembered there was another email, and inside was another 12-minute video. 　　When I opened the video, I subconsciously checked the length: 12 minutes and 48 seconds, down to the second, 　　exactly the same length as the previous video. But this time, I'm afraid I'm going to have to endure both visual and auditory stimulation. 　　I saw Shi Xuan blindfolded and tied to a simple iron bed. She was completely naked, with only a 　　very plain white cotton underwear covering her. The black guy, wearing only his underwear, stood next to Shi Xuan, his 　　huge bulge looking like several billiard balls stuffed inside his underwear, a heavy sight enough to make any mature 　　woman tremble. The black guy grinned wickedly at the camera, took out a bottle of essential oil, and poured it on Shi Xuan. Shi Xuan, 　　blind, had her other senses heightened. The cold essential oil dripped onto her warm skin, and Shi Xuan's body 　　shuddered violently—her hands and feet were chained to the iron bed, leaving her only able to twist her body in resistance. 　　The black man leaned down, lingering near Shi Xuan's ear for a few seconds before spreading the essential oil evenly with his rough hands. Poor 　　Shi Xuan, she could only lie on the bed, her snow-white skin at his mercy. One of the black man's large hands 　　began at Shi Xuan's lower abdomen, slowly sliding down to her high breasts, inch by inch climbing her snowy peaks, occupying her 　　pink, firm nipples, then sliding down the other side, staining her tender neck with the essential oil. His other hand moved 　　down her abdomen, gently parting a corner of her white panties, revealing Shi Xuan's beautiful dark forest, not lingering on her garden, continuing to 　　slowly sweep across her inner thighs, rubbing down to her calves. The black man gently repeated the action, 　　while the beauty beneath him bit her lip, enduring the ecstatic torment. I saw Shi Xuan's body struggling, 　　her slender waist arching slightly, her lower abdomen heaving with each breath, clearly outlining her ribs 　　. Shi Xuan stretched her legs forward, her fingers spread wide, desperately craving air for salvation. 　　This was just the beginning. 　　In less than a minute, golden essential oil covered Shi Xuan's entire body. Her body glowed with a seductive, 　　tanned sheen, like she was wearing a shimmering stocking bodysuit. Her panties were soaked through and became transparent, 　　clinging tightly to her private parts. Shi Xuan's dark, triangular pubic hair was clearly visible beneath her panties, her plump 　　breasts outlined precisely through the damp fabric. Shi Xuan's breathing became rapid and heavy, her 　　breasts bouncing like crystal cream jelly, soft, firm, and glossy. 　　The black man slowly increased the pressure of his hands. 　　"Mmm...mmm...ah..." Shi Xuan stopped biting her lip, her lips parted slightly, exhaling a warm, moist 　　breath and a desire-filled moan, then inhaling deeply. Her head tilted back, the back of her head pressing 　　against the leather sheet, her high-raised chin seemingly enticing a strong male to tease her. 　　The black man carefully and gently stroked Shi Xuan again and again, suddenly one of his hands 　　stopping at the top of Shi Xuan's white trousers. He aimed his thick middle finger at Shi Xuan's vulva, his index and ring fingers spread symmetrically around the middle finger 　　, pressing precisely against the tender flesh of Shi Xuan's inner thigh. Then, the black man's fingers slowly moved closer to Shi Xuan's garden, 　　precisely hooking onto it! 　　"Ugh...no...don't...mmm...mmm...uh!!" "!!!" The iron bed beneath her creaked 　　. Shi Xuan's secret garden was intensely stimulated, her hips and buttocks violently lifting off the bed. 　　She began to cry out in pleas. The black man's middle finger, through her transparent panties, sank into Shi Xuan's wetness, 　　while his index and ring fingers pinched her labia majora and minora, along with the mons pubis, until they bulged outwards. Shi Xuan's soft, juicy mons pubis was 　　pinched into two plump, adorable mounds of flesh by the three fingers. At the same time, the black man's other hand sometimes kneaded 　　Shi Xuan's breasts, sometimes employing teasing tricks. He carefully raised his palm to a height that only touched her nipples 　　, then quickly swept it across. The instant his palm brushed against Shi Xuan's firm, hard nipples, Shi Xuan lost the warmth of his hand 　　's caress and was met with a sharp, intense stimulation of her nipples, her body convulsing again and again as if electrocuted. 　　After a few minutes, the black man stopped. The black man's hands didn't leave Shi Xuan, leaving her on the bed, 　　panting heavily. 　　"Waaaaaahh ...

Suddenly, the three fingers gripping Shi Xuan's mons pubis began to writhe violently, digging inch by inch into her body. Like
playing the piano, the three fingers bounced rhythmically in waves. Strands of liquid,
sticky and possibly either essential oil or vaginal fluid, were squeezed out of her soaked panties. The black man's other hand, his index and middle fingers curled up, used the second
knuckles to pinch Shi Xuan's nipples one after another, tearing them outwards rapidly. Due to the lubrication of the essential oil and
the elasticity of Shi Xuan's breasts, the nipples quickly jumped out from between the knuckles, bouncing back heavily onto Shi Xuan's chest. This repeated itself endlessly.
Shi Xuan's dazed cries rose higher and higher, heart-wrenching.
The black man seemed to sense that Shi Xuan's body was about to reach climax: her feet were stretched into a straight line, her toes dislocated
and pressed against her soles, her hands clenched tightly into fists because there were no sheets to hold them apart, and the ropes binding
her wrists had left red marks. Her entire curvaceous, alluring S-shaped body was convulsing violently. The black man untied
the ropes binding Shi Xuan's calves, and with all his might, the arm that had been gripping her mons pubis used to swing her genitals up and down; his other
hand, abandoning her nipples, lifted her head and kissed her cherry-like lips.
Having just been freed from the intense stimulation, Shi
Xuan felt waves of electric current emanating from her vulva and nipples torment her from within. The overwhelming pleasure made her kick wildly on the iron bed, slapping
against the leather surface. With each lift and lower of the hand gripping her vulva, Shi Xuan's feet were occasionally
lifted off the bed, forcing her to stand on tiptoe for balance. He took advantage of the moment to suck on her tongue, and she could only
utter soft "Mmm... Mmm..." sounds. The pleasure of genital stimulation is immense for a woman, sometimes even
surpassing the pleasure of intercourse with a loved one. Suddenly, Shi Xuan's panties, pressed against her garden, bulged, and a large amount of
clear, slightly yellowish liquid dripped from the soaked crotch. The sight delighted the black man, but broke his lover's heart.
The black man removed his hands and foul mouth. Shi Xuan, having lost control of her bladder, twitched a few times like a fish out of water,
her taut muscles stretching into tear-like lines on her glistening, oily legs. Then, shamelessly
, Shi Xuan spread her legs wide, bending her knees and raising her hips high against the bed, as if waiting for her
master to enjoy her erect flower. This was the afterglow of orgasm; her blindfolded face displayed
an expression of intense longing and savagery—I had never seen Shi Xuan like this before. However, no one pityed
her, cherished her, or enjoyed her juicy petals. Shi Xuan maintained this humiliating posture for a few seconds, then her legs gave way, and
her buttocks slammed heavily onto the bed. The video ended.
I was surprised that I used the word "humiliating" to describe my fiancée. This also proves that Blackie's plan
was indeed effective. If I had watched that video without any visuals this morning, I probably would have gone crazy with anxiety, and then
seeing this video at night, I would definitely have reacted even more violently and heartbrokenly than I am now. Shixuan is a very
traditional and good girl. Her physical reactions are beyond her control, but I firmly believe that her will will never
be conquered by that disgusting big penis—I'm just unwilling to accept it—although her body
has already shown great resilience in the face of such humiliation.
Fortunately, fate has its own way.
I decided to go to work at the last minute, which is why I missed that email this morning; and I lost my phone, so I couldn't
send anything to Shixuan. I can imagine that Blackie would definitely tell Shixuan, "Shixuan, you bitch, your fiancé is ignoring you, he
definitely doesn't want you anymore. I sent him the video of me fucking you, who would want a
whore like you that everyone can fuck?" My Shixuan definitely won't believe it, she will definitely come back.
I actually feel a little relieved after experiencing so many nightmares. Is this numbness? But my lower body
was incredibly aroused, yearning for a warm, wet vagina.
Sometimes that's the hardest part—having to be both sensitive and rational. My body felt incredibly suffocated;
my penis was sore and swollen from being erect for so long, and I really wanted to find a place to release it.
...
"Knock knock knock..." A knock on the door. Who could it be so late? Why didn't they ring the doorbell?
I glanced at my computer screen—10:54 PM. I had to go to work tomorrow.
I opened the door. It was Zhao Xiaoman, holding my phone. I quickly called her in.
"I'm so sorry, you left your phone on the table when you went to get your car from the parking lot after dinner. I was going to give it to
you, but I forgot until I got out of the car... I'm so sorry..." Zhao Xiaoman's voice was soft and full of apology
as she bowed slightly at a 30-degree angle. She had completely changed out of her business attire, wearing a wool hat, a black
sweater, and a long red trench coat over it, a matching belt tied around her waist. She had a very slim waist and
a great figure. As she bowed, I could still catch a glimpse of her pale cleavage beneath her sweater.
"Sit down, I'll get you some hot drinks." The outside temperature was probably only -5 degrees Celsius; I
could vaguely see the white mist rising from Xiaoman's breath. Delivering something so late at night must be quite a ordeal.
"It must be cold outside, did you take a taxi?" I brought over two cups of hot milk tea, pretending to offer her some
.
"I came by subway." Xiaoman placed her ankle boots by the door. She sat gracefully on the small sofa in the living room,
her legs, clad in dark red velvet stockings, crossed slightly, her small feet delicately resting on the mahogany floor. This outfit
suited her well; her small feet were truly beautiful, unlike many northern girls, giving off a gentle and refined
air.
"Hmm… how did you find this place? Did you ask a colleague?" My tone was slightly surprised.
Although the city's transportation was convenient, it was also quite large; it must have been a long way to get here by subway. At least I wouldn't want to
take two or three subway trains to deliver something on a cold winter night, especially after having to walk hundreds of meters in the freezing wind after exiting the station.
"Hmm! I called your colleagues on that floor," Xiaoman said earnestly, sipping her milk tea
. The central air conditioning was decent, though not as warm as in the north, but I could clearly see
Xiaoman didn't want to leave immediately; she'd been freezing the whole way.
I checked my phone; it was 11:11 PM. There were a few new messages, not from Shixuan. This immediately put my mind
at ease.
There shouldn't be any subways running at this hour.
"Is it comfortable here? Sit a little longer, I'll take you home later. Thank you for your help today!"
"Yes! It's much better than my shabby little rented room, where sometimes the windows let in drafts!" Xiaoman enjoyed the soft
sofa and hot drink, a hint of envy in her eyes for my apartment.
The chain on her V-neck sweater sparkled as she spoke, very pretty.
"Are you still cold? If you're hot, you can put your trench coat on the sofa." I noticed she was still a little reserved. After all, we
were old classmates, and she's a pretty girl; it wouldn't be good to be too formal.
The temperature in the apartment was probably between 18 and 21 degrees Celsius. Hearing my suggestion, Xiaoman slowly untied
the belt of her red trench coat and hung it on the sofa. As she took off her coat, her short hair was naturally swept behind her ears, and
two small stud earrings on her earlobes sparkled slightly. They were very simple and ordinary rhinestone earrings, their delicate shape
perfectly complementing Xiaoman's small face—Shixuan never wore earrings. After removing her coat, Xiaoman was left only in a black,
tight-fitting sweater. Her not-too-large but firm breasts and alluring, pert buttocks were accentuated by the black sweater, showcasing her feminine
beauty. Xiaoman slightly turned to the side, her curvaceous figure exuding irresistible sex appeal.
The hem of the black sweater just covered her thighs and genitals, revealing velvet stockings underneath. Many people don't appreciate this,
but what's more captivating than the short skirt is the sweater clad only in black stockings. Beneath the deep hem, a
pair of shapely thighs were revealed, slightly translucent, incredibly sexy. This alluring black outfit made
me want to burrow under the sweater and become her submissive. To see
what alluring buds were hidden deep within the stockings, and to inhale the deadly fragrance of Xiaoman's black flower.
I was stunned, my tongue began to burn, and I calmly took a few sips of my drink. I didn't
want to kick her out so quickly. The atmosphere at home was much better than in a coffee shop, making us both very relaxed.
Xiaoman's appearance invigorated me, and we chatted about everything from university life to our current jobs, including Xiaoman
's rented apartment and roommates, instantly feeling much closer. From her description, it seemed she had never had
a boyfriend in university. This was hard for me to believe. I found Xiaoman to be very sensible and cheerful. While we were talking, her
watery eyes were always fixed on me, giving me a feeling of happiness that almost melted into her gentle gaze.
Xiaoman's eyes had a captivating power, revealing my primal urges.
0:53. 17:53.
"Xiaoman, would you like some red wine?"
"Sure, but I'm not a big drinker."
"It's okay, I'll take care of you." I hugged Xiaoman's soft body tightly, one hand resting on her
face with her charming, blinking eyes.
...
"Xiaoman, how many boyfriends have you had before?" I kissed her fragrant forehead deeply.
"No...no, not a single one. None!" she told me seriously, though her voice was gentle.
I smiled awkwardly and didn't ask any further questions.
Seven,
there's only a week left until Lunar New Year's Eve. I hope Shixuan can make it back in time. If Shixuan wants to finish her studies after the holiday,
I'll quit my job and apply for a dependent visa. I can't let her suffer alone anymore.
Xiaoman has been moving around the floors quite frequently lately; I don't know where she got all this business to handle.
Her network is clearly not as weak as she claims; quite a few colleagues like her. When I
asked her what she was doing, she always smiled and said she was just an assistant, mostly busy with miscellaneous tasks,
unlike me, who's so highly regarded by the boss.
I haven't seen Uncle Wang for the past few days. My colleagues said that Boss Wang went to his hometown city to
discuss some project with local leaders and probably won't be back before the New Year. I know that city; I lived there before university
.
Speaking of which, I haven't contacted my parents much for a month.
Today, Xiaoman came upstairs a total of six times—four times in the morning and twice in the afternoon. Every time I heard
the sound of her high heels, I knew it was her. Her steps were soft and careful, but I could hear them so clearly that for
a while in the afternoon when there was no sound, I wondered if she was still coming. When I got off work, I offered to walk
her home, and Xiaoman readily accepted. I've rarely seen such a beautiful smile on her face. If we don't count Shixuan.
Eight,
I don't know why, but after work today, my heart was filled with an overwhelming longing for Shixuan.
There were no new messages in my email or on my phone.
I had absolutely no appetite, so I slumped on the sofa and listlessly turned on the TV, flipping through channels.
The time on my phone was 7:45. I opened WeChat and randomly scrolled through my contacts. I realized that
Zhao Xiaoman wasn't on my friend list; I couldn't find her even after refreshing several times. She was in my phone number contacts, though.
I clicked into the account linked to her phone number. The profile picture wasn't hers, I hadn't added her as a friend,
and her Moments were mostly empty—just a few shared posts. I wasn't sure if it was really her
account, because so many classmates change their phone numbers after graduation; the linked account might have been
previously linked to the original number.
Looking at Shixuan's account, everything was unchanged. I clicked into her Moments, reminiscing about the past
. Actually, I'd been counting Shixuan's posts to pass the time at least five times in the past few days. From
club activities in our freshman and sophomore years to the little things we did together, from our graduation trip to the time we lived together before she went abroad
. Shixuan has qualities that surpass most pretty girls, but she's used to keeping a low profile on social media.
Since leaving me to go abroad alone, she's posted much less often, and she doesn't post selfies like others, or
post nine pictures of shopping and eating to attract attention. Sigh, as a girl, she's too perfect—so virtuous she
doesn't even have a temper. I quickly scrolled through Shixuan's status updates, but thankfully, I had
more of her photos on my phone and computer than on any other public platform.
Just as I was about to open the album, my phone suddenly stopped scrolling, then started vibrating. The sudden
ringtone startled me, almost making me drop the phone. The screen displayed three
alarming words: "Jian Shixuan"—it was a video call from Shixuan. I hesitated, not daring to answer immediately.
My finger trembled for several seconds on the green button before I finally pressed it.
Shi Xuan appeared on the screen, her hair disheveled.
"Shi Xuan!" I cried out.
Upon hearing my voice, Shi Xuan's eyes immediately reddened. She covered her mouth with her hand
, sobbing softly for a few seconds, then quickly gestured for me to be quiet.
I observed the wall behind Shi Xuan; she must have been hiding in the bathroom, where the light wasn't very bright.
Shi Xuan's pale neck was bare, revealing her sexy collarbone. She had probably taken advantage of the black ghost's absence
or being busy with something else to secretly call me.
"Darling…darling, sob…" Shi Xuan's voice was very soft, and I could hear a slight tremor.
Looking at my pitiful lover before me, my nose stung, and I couldn't think of anything to say.
"Can you come back? Should I come over, wife?" I was willing to risk my life to save
my lover.
"No! No...don't!" Shi Xuan was agitated. She took a deep breath, still sobbing. "Give
me a few more days, I'll definitely come back. Honey, don't be impulsive."
"Darling, you..." I took a breath, unsure what to say. A heart-to-heart talk was obviously
impossible now, and there probably wasn't enough time to clarify things. Just as I was about to encourage her and prepare her mentally, Shi
Xuan spoke first.
"Yi, did you receive any videos?" Before, whenever Shi Xuan addressed me by my single name, it was always
a long-brewing, very serious question.
"Yes." It seemed the black ghost had indeed been mentally threatening Shi Xuan. She had already openly admitted to
being filmed, but she didn't want me to see it. However, Shi Xuan probably didn't know that she had already been
photographed before that. I hope she didn't know.
"Ah..." Then... I saw two large, round tears suddenly roll down her cheeks, shattering on her chest
.
"So what? As long as you're back." I acted calmly, even somewhat artificially.
Shi Xuan's tears flowed even faster, one tear after another, a sight that broke my heart.
"Shi Xuan, can you get rid of him? Is there anything I can do?" I wanted to comfort her, but couldn't find any
reason to offer comfort, so I decided to be practical.
"No...no need, in a few days...it'll be fine in a few days." Shi Xuan shook her head, her messy brown curly hair, stained
with tears, plastered to her cheeks.
"No matter what happens, I want you. It's good that you're back, my wife." As soon as I finished speaking, I noticed
something strange with my phone; the light on Shi Xuan's end had dimmed.
"Me too..." I saw a sinister black hand grab Shi Xuan's shoulder.
"Ah!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream, followed by the sound of the phone hitting the ground, and the screen went black.
This sent a chill down my spine, making my scalp tingle. I checked; the call had indeed been
cut off. The screen was blank except for the date: January 20th, 8:32 PM. It seemed that
the black man had discovered Shi Xuan; I wondered how he would torture her now.
My nose had been feeling a little sore just now, and now, thinking about Shixuan's situation, tears welled up and streamed down my face without me even realizing it.
...
"Beep..." The phone vibrated, followed by a video call invitation.
"So fast?!" I was shocked. In less than three minutes, Shixuan had managed to get her phone back?
Wasn't that damned black dog going to punish her? I quickly accepted the call. I had to tell Shixuan to stop doing this; I
didn't want her to take any more risks.
The screen opened, and Shixuan was lying face down on the messy white sheets, her head facing the camera. Her face was buried deep in the sheets
, and all I could see on the screen was her beautiful hair, her alluring spinal groove running down her fair back
to her high, pert buttocks. Her buttocks were clearly deliberately raised, the soft cleft of her buttocks gracefully
dividing them into two large, boneless white peaks. I saw the black man's thick, black-haired thighs already positioned
behind Shi Xuan's jade-like buttocks, his enormous, grotesque penis dangling between his legs. His penis was engorged
, nearly 28 centimeters long, its bulging black veins like vines of an old tree, wrapped around the disgusting foreskin,
the fully exposed glans almost the size of a small egg. His inferior skin color and the nauseating slime around the glans
made his ugly penis look like a viscous, eyeless giant worm. This
wasn't the first time I'd seen something like this, but its reappearance still sent a chill down my spine.
Because of the camera's angle, I couldn't see the black man's face, only the edge of the screen and
his bulging four-pack abs. Shi Xuan kept her head down, perhaps unaware that this black bastard had already fumbled for a
video call on WeChat.
Time froze for a few seconds. I felt the black man gathering his strength; once his worm-like penis fell like a guillotine,
my lover would suffer the excruciating pain of being torn apart. Tears were still streaming down my face; the black man probably couldn't see them from this angle 　　, 　　so
I quickly wiped 　　them 　　away 　　. 　　" 　　Ah 　　...
!!! 　　... 　　"Waaah..." I could hear Shi Xuan sobbing sadly under the sheets. Little did she know that her 　　lover was watching her with a heart full of anguish.

"Ugh...ahhhhhh! Stop...stop...ahhhhhh!!!" The black man moved, slowly increasing the speed of his small
thrusts. I couldn't see their point of contact on the screen, only that Shi Xuan and the black man's lower bodies were firmly
joined together from beginning to end. Shi Xuan was constantly stimulated, occasionally tilting her head back. Her flowing curls spread out
, covering her face and blocking her vision; she probably didn't catch a glimpse of her beloved husband on that small screen.
The bed creaked and groaned, the pale sheets gripped painfully by Shi Xuan's hands, taut to the point of
breaking. My heart was also gripped by Shi Xuan's pain—if this could alleviate her suffering, I would rather she shatter my heart 　　.
"
Ugh...ahh ...
The black man's arms were pinned to either
side of Shi Xuan's body, like two sturdy pillars. His flesh, already wet with love juice, clung tightly to Shi Xuan's honeyed orifice. Shi Xuan, like
a captive little rabbit, enjoyed this pleasure mixed with pain.
Suddenly, the black man's voice sounded somewhat annoyed, and he roared "Hore!" before
abruptly withdrawing his right hand.
"Slap!"
"Ugh..." Shi Xuan's jade-like buttocks were slapped twice, her delicate, snow-white flesh instantly turning bright
red. I then realized that from the moment the black man penetrated her, Shi Xuan's two small legs had been struggling to kick backward, trying to slap
the black man's thighs and buttocks.
"Shi Xuan..." I called softly. Shi Xuan must have heard me. Her movements stopped, and she weakly
raised her head, her glistening, moist gaze passing through her disheveled hair, meeting her lover's eyes.
"Darling...?" Shi Xuan was having trouble breathing; her breasts were
flattened by the weight of the two men, as if 　　they were about to burst .
The black man stopped thrusting and began to grind his glans 　　against 　　Shi Xuan's soft 　　, warm vaginal walls 　　.
"Waaaaahh ... 　　"Ahhhhh...please...please!" 　　"Waaaaah...ahhhhh...!!!" Shi Xuan's feminine gasps blended together, 　　her lower body writhing involuntarily as the penis tightly penetrated her, her jade buttocks rising and falling, surging and turbulent. 　　The sounds of "splattering" and "splattering" echoed continuously from their point of contact. The goddess's spring water was thoroughly stirred up by the black ghost. 　　The black ghost must have been pressing the head of his penis against Shi Xuan's G-spot. I know the G-spot is located at the front of a woman's vagina, near 　　the lower abdomen. Now, with Shi Xuan's back pressed against the black ghost's crotch, her G-spot was easily pressed against by the large head of his penis 　　, and with her lower abdomen pressed against the bed, 　　it was too easy for the black ghost to use his weight to drive Shi Xuan mad. 　　I didn't fully understand the structure of Shi Xuan's vagina. My only experience with her was that one night after she was violated 　　. It's really pathetic to think about it; what about premarital chastity, what about this bullshit sense of security? A black man, 　　surprisingly, knew Shi Xuan's body better than I, her fiancé. This black man was truly a master in bed; when he manipulated 　　her vagina, he was clearly stirring up Shi Xuan's pool of spring water with various erotic intentions. Such actions would make the woman 　　feel both very comfortable and unbearably itchy, and she could very well become his captive in terms of lust. 　　"Mmm... Uh! Uh! Uh!... Haaaaaah!!!" Shi Xuan's nose and mouth 　　breathed heavily together, emitting a series of lewd moans that made one's bones melt. Her eyes were unfocused and slightly darkened. 　　"Shi Xuan?" I called out to my lover softly, tears streaming down my face. 　　"Ha... Ah... Ah? Husband... I... I'm... sorry..." Her "sorry" was pronounced particularly long, 　　as if she could no longer hold on. I hated my own selfishness: wasn't Shi Xuan's tragedy caused by me? And 　　now I only allowed her to suffer, not to enjoy pleasure. Thinking of this, I dared not continue trying to wake Shi Xuan. 　　"Splat splat..." The shameful sounds of water filled my ears. Shi Xuan's moans grew faint and gradually subsided 　　. The black man noticed; he couldn't understand our conversation, but he still increased the force and speed of his thrusts. 　　His glans circled Shi Xuan's honeypot, the force so great that Shi Xuan's snowy buttocks 　　trembled from side to side. Her small body could only be kept from being forced off the bed by her hands tightly gripping the sheets. 　　The "splattering" sounds grew louder and louder, Shi Xuan's poor flower-like opening pushed to the brink of dryness. 　　"Mmm! Mmm..." However, Shi Xuan only groaned, without making another sound. She raised her head, and I saw 　　her teary eyes, her long eyelashes streaked with tears. Shi Xuan's entire face was wet, tears still 　　silently streaming down. Her eyes regained their bright luster, but under the wave after wave of erotic stimulation to her G-spot, 　　they occasionally rolled upwards, as if she might lose consciousness at any moment. Shi Xuan's thin lower lip was bleeding slightly. She 　　bit her lip, enduring wave after wave of intense pleasure! "Darling, no... like this!" I 　　screamed in agony 　　, my nails digging into my thigh, gripping the screen tightly with one hand . 　　The black man didn't understand what I was saying, but I could hear the rage in his low growl. He suddenly 　　stopped teasing and began thrusting fiercely! 　　His hips pressed firmly against Shi Xuan's soft, round buttocks, repeating 　　the motions of his manipulation like push-ups. Shi Xuan's round, beautiful buttocks beneath him resembled two large dumplings just pulled from a sweet soup, constantly changing 　　shape. 　　His thick, black penis seemed to be firmly nailed to Shi Xuan's flower cave. As the Black man rose, Shi Xuan's buttocks, painfully squeezed 　　, were pressed against his fleshy hips and raised high, making it seem as if her plump buttocks were 　　being sucked by an ugly mouth, presenting a slutty posture of unsatisfied desire awaiting penetration. With a forceful 　　thrust from the Black man, accompanied by Shi Xuan's moan "nya!" like a female cat, her buttocks, already ravaged by lovemaking, bulged outwards.

A ring of snow-white flesh appeared, and Shi Xuan's lower abdomen was slammed heavily onto the bed, her jade feet and small face arching
high like a carp leaping out of its shell. She was at the mercy of others, a fish on the chopping block, the shame of being defiled and humiliated was nothing more than this.
"Ughhhhh!!! No…no…no…no…don't!!!!" Shi Xuan
screamed loudly again, her cries deafening. The black man's penis slammed down, penetrating completely,
breaching her soft cervix.
The pain of her uterus being breached was unbearable, like someone stabbing Shi Xuan's internal organs with a sword.
If the black man still possessed the perverse technique of using his coronal sulcus to manipulate the cervix, the bone-chilling pain his captive suffered
would have shattered her soul.
The black man's glans withdrew from Shi Xuan's vaginal walls, then plunged back in with all his might, repeatedly breaching the protective
core of her uterus, forcefully pounding against her uterine walls. His ugly testicles slapped against the fleshy skin of her mons pubis, while his strong,
terrifying abdominal muscles squeezed against her snowy buttocks. The enormous glans scraped against her tight vaginal walls and delicate cervix
. The black man's hairy legs spread wide, forcing Shi Xuan's jade legs to open wide,
accepting his ravaging in a very lewd and degrading lying position.
The cruel uterine rape caused Shi Xuan unbearable pain. Shi Xuan screamed at me frantically, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
I'm sorry! I... can't... take it anymore! Husband...!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!" Shi Xuan's jewel-
like eyes rolled upwards, her completely white gaze somewhat frightening. She hadn't lost consciousness; her small hands were still
reaching forward, pulling and tugging. I reached out to grab Shi Xuan, but my beloved was thousands of miles away.
The black man cupped Shi Xuan's mouth in one hand, twisting her small face like a master disciplining a disobedient
slave. His thick, dark lips formed an "O," trying to suck on the goddess's tongue, lost in ecstasy. The dazed
Shi Xuan didn't yield, shaking her head in protest. Her long, flowing hair flew wildly,
obscuring her beautiful, water-soaked face, slapping against the black man's large face like raindrops.
"Slap!"
"Ugh!" Four thick, bright red finger marks appeared on one side of Shi Xuan's white, silk-like face. Her head slammed heavily
onto the sheets, a trickle of saliva escaping from her glistening pink lips, sticking to the crumpled sheets and
forming a pitiful, crystal-like line.
The black man had also reached his limit. After a terrifying roar, his buttocks contracted violently,
his penis trembling rapidly against Shi Xuan's jade-like buttocks. A full jar of semen invaded Shi Xuan's body, pouring into
the pure and sacred womb that Shi Xuan had prepared for me, a womb that belonged only to me for this lifetime!
"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Shi Xuan's snowy buttocks trembled, her face pressed against the bed, collapsing into a limp state.
IX.
"Shi Xuan, do you love me?"
"Yes!" The exhausted goddess said to me with all her remaining strength.
"Then, I'm going to hang up the video now. When you come back, we'll get married!"

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