Yin-Yang Eyes

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"My name is Ye Daiming, I'm 28 years old, and married. I'm an ordinary office worker with no material desires;
my goal is to live a stable and quiet life. Perhaps God wants everyone to be tested, and someone like me, with few
desires and only wanting a stable life, was given a different constitution than ordinary people. I can see ghosts,
what people commonly call 'yin-yang eyes.' I first saw a ghost when I was 18, and since then, a stable
and quiet life has become a goal I've wanted to pursue but have always found difficult to achieve."
I've become so familiar with this opening line that I can recite it word for word. Most of the
time, I need to hide myself and not be honest with others about my special abilities. But in some situations,
when I have to tell people the whole story, I must introduce myself as someone who can see yin-yang eyes.
Naturally, this leads to many curious questions, and after many times, I've developed a set of self-
introduction phrases, like the one I mentioned at the beginning. It sounds a bit cheesy, but it evokes sympathy in the listener, making
them ask me fewer complicated questions out of compassion, allowing my life to be more peaceful.
This time was no exception. After a brief inquiry, I got what I wanted:
a yellow talisman hand-drawn by an exorcist.
It wasn't too expensive, about half a month's salary. If this exorcist was truly as
miraculous , I'd be happy to spend a year's salary.
The story isn't complicated. My wife and I had been married for only half a month. Her name is Lin Xin, twenty-five years old,
an ordinary office worker, and like me, she disliked noise and disturbance. To be honest, Xin'er was pure-looking and had
a hot , attracting many suitors. But precisely because of this, she
avoided those suitors who went to great lengths to create elaborate atmospheres. Instead, someone like me, unhurried and simple, became her final choice.
Our wedding was simple; we didn't invite many people, just a formality over the weekend with a meal, that was all.
Our marital home was also chosen with a minimalist approach, in a location that was reasonably convenient and didn't require much haggling with
the seller. In short, it had to be not too remote and inexpensive.
I thought this would be a complicated and difficult request, but it went surprisingly smoothly. It's conveniently located near the subway and
several main city roads. Supermarkets, cinemas, hospitals, and parking are all readily available. The apartment is on the eighth floor,
a lucky number, and from the window, you can see a park and shopping mall in the distance. Stepping onto the balcony, a gentle breeze
caresses my face, and looking back, sunlight streams into the apartment, warming most of the bedroom floor.
Not only is the location excellent, but the ventilation and natural light are also more than satisfactory. This apartment was sold at
an unbelievably low price. Initially, I suspected something was amiss, but after a thorough inspection, I found the plumbing, electrical wiring, and even
the property documents to be flawless. The seller was in a hurry for money, and I was the lucky first one to snag it
; if I hesitated, someone else might buy it.
And so, it became our wedding home.
The whole thing was simple and uneventful, just as I had envisioned for life. If things could continue like
this , I naturally wouldn't bother with finding an exorcist or making that melodramatic self-introduction.
The elevator stopped on the eighth floor. I took out a yellow talisman from my pocket and unlocked the door.
The furniture I'd bought with the new apartment two weeks ago was still where it should have been before I left this morning. Only the shoe cabinet in the
entryway was ajar, and Xin'er's pair of white high heels were outside.
I wasn't surprised; I silently picked them up, put them back in the cabinet, and closed the door. I glanced at the clock; it was
six o'clock. Xin'er still hadn't returned—the moment I'd planned to confront her.
I entered the living room with the talisman, looked around, then checked the study and bedroom, but found nothing. No audience,
but the prepared speech had to continue. To maintain a peaceful life, this was unavoidable.
"Listen carefully, I don't know what happened to you, but please go where you're meant to be. Goodbye."
The speech was over; any more words would only cause trouble, and there was no need.
Following the exorcist's instructions, I nailed the yellow talisman to the top of the bedroom door frame with a wooden nail.
If what he said was true, that tenant would be heading to the underworld after tonight.
Half a month ago, when Xin'er and I moved in, everything was fine at first, until one night, I
woke up thirsty and suddenly found a man sitting at the corner of our bed.
He was wearing a gray shirt, looking like an ordinary office worker, his hair a little messy, as if he hadn't
combed it . He was looking down, squinting, one hand supporting his chin, looking very troubled.
I've been used to this kind of thing since I was eighteen. I got out of bed, put on my slippers, walked around
where he was sitting, got a water glass, and went to the living room to get some water.
When I came back, I found him lifting Xin'er's blanket and gently stroking my wife's bare feet.
"You can see me, can't you?" Before I could protest, he spoke first, which made me pause for half a second: "
You just walked past this side, deliberately avoiding where I was sitting, which means you can see me."
I've seen thousands upon thousands of ghosts like this. The reasons they remain in this world are varied, but
the vast majority are just passing through. When I was twenty, I witnessed a tragic suicide by jumping off a building at dusk. All
the witnesses felt regret, but I found it laughable. The first thing that despairing young man did
after was to crawl out of his body, run into the crowd, and shamelessly fondle
the breasts of every young woman present.
This farce lasted for over ten minutes before the boy's spirit was hastily taken away by ghost messengers. If
that suicidal young man had any attachment to the human world, it was probably the feel of
the breasts . In life, one has all sorts of fantasies about women but dares not act on them,
only daring to grope women after death, once they become ghosts. I've seen at least several hundred male ghosts like this
.
"Hey," I said casually, sipping water, "touching my wife's feet like that in front of me
isn't very polite. Don't worry, if you just passed away and happened to be passing by, you don't need to look around.
Someone will come to pick you up in about ten minutes."
As I spoke, I took a small bag of cookies from the bedside table and tossed it to him. The man didn't seem to mind, tearing open the packaging
and starting to chew.
"Died of illness, suicide, car accident," I said, drinking my water, just to chat with him and wait for the ghost to appear.
"Neither, I starved to death," he said with a smile.
"Wow, are you kidding me? There are still starving ghosts in the city these days?"
He didn't answer, but pulled the blanket up a little higher, revealing Xin'er's entire beautiful legs. It was summer, and my wife
was used to sleeping naked. If he pulled it up any further, it wouldn't just be a matter of showing her legs.
"Hey!" I protested, "If you keep doing this, I'll complain when the ghost comes!"
"The ghost won't come," he said dejectedly, and then vanished into thin air.
I didn't pay much attention at the time, assuming he had left. I tidied up the cookie wrappers, covered my wife with the blanket, and
went back to sleep.
The real unease that began was a week later. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling restless
and uneasy . I sat up, and beside me was my sleeping wife. Sitting on the edge of the bed
was that man in a gray shirt.
"You're still here," I said, beginning to sense that things weren't so simple.
"You think I'm just passing by, but I'm not," he said. "Also, your lovemaking with your wife is too short.
From penetration to ejaculation, it only lasts ten minutes. She's not satisfied."
"Using your ghost status to spy on others, that's really low-class," I retorted, grabbing a water glass and
going to the living room to get some. When I returned, I found he had pulled back the covers on my wife again, this time exposing her entire lower body—
her long, bare legs and the dark forest between them were clearly visible in the moonlight.
I rushed over to cover my wife up and immediately asked him to leave without any politeness. The man just smiled,
floated to the bedside, and pulled back the covers again, revealing a pair of round, plump breasts.
"Enough is enough," I warned him. "Even if you're a ghost, it doesn't mean no one can control you."
"You can see me..." the man laughed, "Isn't that even better?"
With that, he reached down with both hands, one in each hand, and squeezed my wife Xin'er's breasts!
I rushed over to push him away, but my hand slipped past his body. Yes, I could only see ghosts,
but I couldn't do anything to them.
The man had a "thank goodness you can see" expression on his face. He glanced at me, then leaned down, pressed
his lips to Xin'er's pretty face, and gently bit her alluring pink lips!
I was about to get angry when I saw Xin'er hum and slowly wake up. Seeing this, the man took two steps back and
disappeared into the night, leaving me standing by the bed, my eyes meeting those of my awakened wife.
"What's wrong... I was sleeping so soundly, and you woke me up again..." Xin'er said lazily, "You kissed me just now,
didn't you, and then you pulled off my blanket..." She said softly in a sweet voice, "You lecherous ghost... let me sleep,
let's go earlier tomorrow night... then..."
As she spoke, she fell asleep again. I knew this man wasn't a newly deceased ghost. Due to some mistake, without a ghost servant to guide him, he wouldn't leave this world
anytime soon . This meant that as long as I was asleep, he would appear and continue to molest my newlywed wife! Since then, I've hardly had a good night's sleep, constantly waking up in fright, looking around, thankfully he's not by the bedside. Only once did I wake up to find Xin'er with her breasts exposed, the blanket pulled up below her waist, lying on the bed with her limbs outstretched, completely unconcerned. Heaven knows if she pulled the blanket up herself while sleeping, or if that lecherous man had violated her! But I know that my wife isn't a heavy sleeper; if I only gently stroke her body, she probably won't wake up. But if he spreads her legs and tries to penetrate her, she'll definitely wake up. Having figured this out, I've gradually accepted reality. In modern society, a wife isn't a man's possession; the concept of chastity has long shown signs of fading. Besides, being touched a few times by a lecherous man— even if he doesn't penetrate her, it's not necessarily a loss. It is precisely because of this detached personality that I can live a peaceful and stable life. Otherwise, if I had to argue about everything, how could I pursue stability? After a good night's sleep and regaining my energy, I slightly broke my apathetic nature and took the initiative to find a well-known exorcist online. I spent half a month's salary on a yellow talisman that was said to be able to exorcise wandering spirits. As long as I got through tonight, everything would return to normal. After attaching the talisman, I looked around, but still couldn't find the man. I was overjoyed and got some wine, intending to celebrate a little. At this moment, my wife came home from work. Seeing that I was drinking, which was unusual for me, she thought there was something good happening and kept pestering me to tell her. I had no choice but to make up a lie, saying that my work went well and I was appreciated by my superiors. Xin'er was surprised because I have never strived for work performance; we are both just happy to be ordinary people who go with the flow. In any case, she cooked a few dishes and we drank together to celebrate. "But if you get promoted in the future, won't it become very troublesome? A lot of work won't be so easy to do, and you'll have to put in a lot of effort," Xin'er said worriedly. Of course, my wife is the only one who shares my concerns. So we drank and chatted, discussing plans on how to properly refuse a promotion offer. Before we knew it, it was past nine o'clock. Xin'er, unusually, downed a bottle of wine. She usually goes to bed very late, but she was so drunk she was dizzy and had to take off her clothes to go to bed. I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and get the chopsticks. After finally finishing, I returned to the bedroom, only to find Xin'er lying naked on the bed, the blanket completely thrown to one side, her arms outstretched, legs spread wide, exposing her pubic hair and private parts. That lecherous man I wanted to get rid of was kneeling in front of her, meticulously licking my wife's bare feet. "You! What are you still doing here!" I angrily stepped forward to shoo him away, my hand brushing against his body as if swatting away air. "Please, please, have some fun with me!" The male ghost unexpectedly begged me, "You put up an exorcism talisman, so I'll definitely be banished to another world after tonight. This is my last night in the human world! I... I love her feet so much... grant me this last wish before I leave!" I could have refused him, but what could I do? "Well... you're only allowed to lick her feet," I conceded. The lecherous ghost then intensified his licking. He knelt at the foot of the bed, his hands like a devout believer holding a sacred object, holding my wife's feet, soles against his chest, lowering his head, licking from the insteps, little by little, erotically licking down to her calves. "It's against the rules to get to the calves," I reminded him. So he licked back, raising Xin'er's jade feet in front of him, licking her toes little by little. As her husband, I sat on the edge of the bed and witnessed a veritable lecherous man intently licking his beloved wife's feet, as if her delicate feet were his entire world...

The feeling was quite subtle. A little jealous, or… a little proud
—my thoughts
were all jumbled together when I suddenly saw the man unzip his pants, pull out his penis, and squeeze it between my wife's feet a few times until the head became erect.
"What are you doing?" I said angrily.
"Only I'm allowed to use her feet, you said that," he replied matter-of-factly.
This was clearly beyond permission! I reached out to push him away, but then realized that even if I made a pushing motion,
my hand would only pass right through him.
I couldn't do anything to him!
This thought was clear in my mind for the first time. He could actually do whatever he wanted, and I
could only see it, unable to do anything to stop him. I might have thought this way before, but at this moment, I
clearly recognized reality.
Seeing him still focused on masturbating with my wife's feet, I suddenly realized that only by keeping him calm, getting through the night, and letting
the talisman work, could I save my wife's body.
Damn it, I'm just an ordinary person who never fights or strives, only seeking a peaceful life, and now I have to face this situation that requires
careful calculation!
"Well, you can use your feet, but that's all." I announced to him in as gentle a tone as possible.
"You've backed down." The man looked up, met my gaze, and a wicked smile slowly appeared on his face:
"But don't worry, I'll leave after tonight."
As he spoke, his hands moved upwards, his fingers tracing Xin'er's calves, touching the plump, tender flesh at the base of her thighs.
He gently pinched it; it was soft and bouncy.
He was challenging the previous boundaries, and I was clearly powerless to refuse. It'll be alright after tonight, it'll be alright after tonight,
I kept reassuring myself.
His hands moved upwards, stroking her thighs, gently parting the curly pubic hair, his fingers probing inside her labia, separating them,
making a soft, wet sound.
"Hey! Hey!" I instinctively pushed him, but it was no use. "How could you touch me here!"
"Just a touch." He said nonchalantly, "Your wife is so beautiful, with such a great figure, it's a shame only
you can touch her. Anyway, I'm leaving after tonight, wouldn't it be nice to leave a worldly memory? That way, when I
get to the underworld, if people ask me what I miss most about the human world, I'll say it's a woman named Lin Xin,
she's my goddess. Even though she doesn't know me, I'll always cherish every inch of her skin... Wouldn't that
be romantic?"
"Romantic my foot!" I retorted, "You're just trying to break your promise."
"I am indeed a ghost, romantic my foot, that's for sure." He said with a grin, his
erection, hardened by my wife's legs, leaned forward, pressing his entire body against Xin'er, his clothes disappearing,
revealing his strong male body.
"What do you want to do?" I asked in horror.
"Keep your voice down." He squeezed Xin'er's breasts while gently caressing her private parts. "If you wake your wife
, she'll complain that you're disturbing her sleep."
"Wait!" I tried to think of various reasons to stop him. "If you're going to do something inappropriate, she'll wake up too!"
"No, she won't." The man said confidently. "I secretly put sleeping pills in the drink you gave her.
She won't wake up, don't worry."
"But she won't wake up even if I make noise!" I said. "No, what I mean is, whether she wakes up or not,
you can't do this! She's already passed away, you should accumulate good karma, right?"
"Yes!" The man said. "If you can't satisfy her, I'll help you, that's accumulating good karma."
As he spoke, I heard my wife make a half-asleep, half-awake "hmm." This wasn't the usual groan when she was woken up, but a nasal sound that was
half-sweet, half-pleasant, with a hint of lewdness. I knew all too well that when my wife made this sound,
it meant—she had been penetrated.
The man was right in front of me, moving up and down on Xin'er. He was raping my wife!
"How do you feel about your wife being fucked by a ghost?" he asked, turning to me as he forcefully kneaded her breasts. A
mix of emotions overwhelmed me: humiliation, anger, helplessness—no, this all happened so suddenly, what could I possibly
feel?
He was on top of my wife, his buttocks thrusting in and out
rhythmically pumping in and out of her vagina. Beneath his powerful frame, my wife's body looked incredibly petite,
her long legs dangling from beneath him, swaying rhythmically with each thrust.
"Isn't it beautiful?" he said smugly. "I also enjoy watching you do it with her; it's incredibly exciting. I watched
you make love with her, now it's your turn to watch me do it with her. That's fair to you."
"I don't want to watch this at all!" I retorted. "This is drugging and raping!"
"But we ghosts don't have such laws," he said breathlessly. "Stop arguing; you
can't . Just watch quietly. Look—"
he said, making his upper body almost transparent, allowing me to clearly see my wife's breasts. With
each thrust, those beautiful breasts trembled up and down...
"Where are you looking!" he said. "I told you to look at her face, not her breasts, you pervert!"
"You!" My wife had been raped by a ghost, and I was powerless to stop it. I was already in a state of extreme confusion, and this made it even harder for me
to think of a rebuttal. He said to look at her face, so I unintentionally raised my gaze and looked at my wife's face.
Xin'er's beauty—I'm probably one of the people in the world who knows how to appreciate it the most. My wife is not only beautiful in a pure way,
but also possesses a carefree and detached air, subtly hidden in her eyes and brows. Our shared worldview is
a major reason why we feel a deep connection.
At this moment, Xin'er's detached aura is completely gone. Her delicate brows are slightly furrowed, her eyebrows raised, her tightly closed
eyes and slightly parted pink lips conveying two words:
I want it!
"She's aroused. Have you ever seen this kind of expression before?"
"Of course I have!" I replied defiantly.
"Then, have you ever seen her make this wanton, lustful expression under someone else?"
Of course not. At this moment, my wife is being violated and
aroused by a lecherous man of unknown origin, or perhaps a real ghost. Perhaps her dreams are filled with the sweet scent of spring.
"How about I show you an even more spectacular expression?" The man continued to manipulate her while covering Xin'er's
face . After a short while, he removed his hand, and my wife's expression was noticeably more alluring and lustful.
"What did you do to her?"
"A little trick," he said smugly. "She's dreaming about me."
"Hey, don't change her mental state so easily," I said uneasily. If I was worried about
my wife's body before, now that things were already done, I was more worried about whether this ghost would affect Xin'er's mind.
"See, you gave in again." The man panted and thrust a few more times, causing my wife to let out
a few lewd moans in her sleep.
He said, "Always giving in isn't good. Since I've been taken care of by you and slept with your wife, I
have to leave you with a message: don't give in so easily in the future, or you'll suffer the consequences."
"Hurry up and leave..." I said almost pleadingly.
The man shuddered, as if he had ejaculated. He climbed off my wife with satisfaction, like a
customer had satisfied his desires on a prostitute and was eager to leave. He smiled at me, said goodbye, and
disappeared.
I quickly and tenderly picked up my wife's body and checked her over. There were no bruises on her body, so obviously this
lecherous ghost hadn't been too rough. Her private parts were a little red and swollen, but within the normal range. I carefully parted her labia, and
there was no semen leaking out.
Perhaps ghosts don't produce semen.
So, it seems like my wife was unknowingly raped in her sleep, as if it were just a wet dream. She wasn't
physically injured, and she won't get pregnant; it seems like there's no real loss.
I comforted myself with this thought.
I stayed up all night with a racing mind, but the ghost didn't reappear; it must have been driven away by the yellow talisman.
The next morning, I couldn't resist the sleepiness and drowsily closed my eyes, only to be woken up again. Xin'er blushed
and looked at me, asking,
"Did you take advantage of me while I was drunk last night and...make love to me?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I could only pretend she had caught me, saying, "It's all because you're too charming."
My wife seemed quite pleased, saying with a lovesick look, "I had a dream all night, and I knew it was you without even guessing."
My heart skipped a beat, and I asked her, "Was it me you dreamt about?"
My wife deliberately made me jealous, saying loudly, "Hehe, stronger and more handsome than you!"
We joked around for a while, then went to wash up and go to work. I knew a big problem was solved. Although my wife had been cheated on, at least
there was no loss, and I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. When I got home from work and opened the door...
the shoe cabinet was still open, and my wife's usual pair of black high heels were lying on the floor.
Wait a minute, something's not right! Is that lecher still home?!
I looked around, and all I could see was the afterglow of the setting sun. Suddenly realizing something, I quickly drew
the curtains, and the room instantly became dark.
The man was leaning against the wardrobe with his back to me, gently sniffing the stockings his wife had casually hung on the wardrobe door. He
seemed to notice I'd seen him, turned around, and smiled at me:
"Hello! You're home so early today!"
"You…hello…" My mind was a mess, and I mechanically replied a couple of times before finally coming to my senses: "You
didn't leave, didn't you say you left last night?"
"Hey!" he mimicked my tone, "You actually believe in ghost stories? Haven't you heard of endless ghost stories
?"
"That talisman…"
"It's a lie!" The man walked to the bedroom door, reached out and tore off a yellow talisman, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at his feet:
"You're almost thirty, how can you still be so superstitious? It cost a fortune, didn't it? So, you shouldn't believe
in ghosts and spirits."
"Wait a minute…" I was speechless, unsure where to begin.
"Let's get down to business," he said smugly. "Tonight I want to sleep with your wife again."
"Get lost!" I angrily flung open the curtains. The sunlight streamed in, and he vanished.
I sat on the sofa, head bowed in silence for a long while.
Then I went to the window and drew the curtains shut. The man reappeared before me, now sitting at the dining table in the living room,
legs casually crossed.
"See, you've finally figured it out," he said. "At night, without the sun, whether the curtains are drawn or not,
I'll still be here."
"What do you want?" I asked, trying to remain calm.
"To sleep with your wife," he answered calmly.
"This time she really will wake up."
"And what will happen when she wakes up? She'll see nothing but a puff of air, nothing at all, yet he's doing her! Hahaha!
She'll go crazy on the spot!"
"Shut up!" I couldn't bear the thought.
"So you have to cooperate with me." He leaned closer to me. "Well, that bottle of sleeping pills you have, you don't
use them much, it seems like a waste. I gave you one last night, and it worked really well. Let's use it tonight too."
"Hey, can you go back to that world and I'll perform a ritual for you, burn a lot of paper money for you, just tell me
how much ."
"I don't want paper money, what's the use of that stuff? It's just self-comfort for the living." He said seriously,
"Tonight, I'm going to sleep with your wife. Whether you give her sleeping pills or not is up to you."
The door lock clicked, my wife was home from work.
I greeted her in the entryway and saw the black high heels on the floor, feeling annoyed. I quickly put the shoes away, then welcomed
my wife in and handed her a pair of slippers.
"You look so good today," my wife said with a radiant smile, gave me a light kiss, changed into the slippers, picked up her handbag,
went into the living room, and casually threw the bag onto the sofa.
The man was sitting there, taking the handbag and rubbing it lewdly against his face.
I couldn't stand it, so I ignored him. My wife took off her coat, and I took it and hung it on the hanger. She then took off her inner
shirt, revealing a pink bra.
"What are you doing?" I instinctively stepped in front of my wife, glancing back at the man. Sure enough, he was craning his neck,
greedily staring at my wife's body.
"Taking off my bra," my wife said matter-of-factly. "You have no idea how hot it is today. Wearing a bra is
suffocating me!"
As she spoke, she took off her bra, her bare breasts swaying as she walked back and forth in the living room.
"That feels so good. You even drew the curtains so I could take off my bra as soon as I got home. You were so prescient."
My wife said, bending down in front of the man and starting to take off her skirt. Her breasts dangled in front of her chest,
swaying right in front of the man.
Before long, she had taken off her pants and underwear as well. My wife turned her back and hung her skirt on the hanger. The
man followed behind her, reaching out to touch my wife's buttocks.
My wife turned around and gave me a coquettish look, "Hey, don't rush, we'll do it tonight... I'm going to take a shower now!"
With that, she went into the bathroom and closed the door.
The man grinned, holding his wife's bra, and followed her into the bathroom. I quickly snatched the bra back: "It fits..."
"Stop it!"
The ghost ignored me, passed through the bathroom door, and disappeared. The sound of water came from the bathroom;
I didn't want to imagine what was happening inside.
If what he said was true—that my wife would wake up suddenly in the middle of the night to find nothing there, her body being violated— I didn't dare think about
it
, much less gamble. Just as the water was running in the bathroom, I opened the medicine box and took out
sleeping pills .
"Well done," the man said, sitting on the edge of the bed, acting like the master of the house, wearing my
pajamas , leaning against my wife.
I didn't sleep, and I couldn't sleep. I stayed awake until midnight, and then this scene appeared before my eyes.
"Could you... not violate my wife?" I tried to bargain with him one last time.
"If I don't violate your wife, am I supposed to violate you?" he said irritably, casually pulling back the covers.
Xin'er's perfectly alluring naked body was once again displayed before us.
The man clicked his tongue in admiration of Xin'er's beauty, his hands groping her breasts haphazardly. I didn't stop him; it
was pointless .
"Have you ever seen your wife give someone oral sex?" the man asked me.
"Won't she suffocate...?" I said worriedly.
"Don't worry," the man patted his chest, "I've slept with hundreds,
if . Leave it to me."
Even though he said that, I felt no comfort at all. The man helped my wife up, gently pinched her chin open, and
opened her pearly teeth. He pulled down her pajama bottoms and shoved his semi-erect penis into her mouth.
"How's it? Exciting, isn't it?"
Xin'er asked, her eyes closed and mouth open, even in her sleep, she was giving oral sex to a stranger. This ghostly penis, which seemed to
have appeared out of nowhere was inserted into my wife's mouth. Even more outrageous, when it was pulled out halfway, it was clearly
much harder, covered in glistening saliva!
"Fun, isn't it? Do you want to try?" he asked.
"You...don't go too far."
"Hehe, you haven't had oral sex from your wife yet, have you?" he said. "If you don't want to
, I'll forcefully wake your wife up, she'll go crazy."
Seeing that I was speechless, the man became smug again: "Just be a good boy, nothing will happen. Come on, stick
your dick out here, let your wife suck it."
I had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed, take off my pajama pants, and expose my penis. The man looked at it and said with a grin:
"You're hard too! Stop pretending!"
Yes, I was hard too. Although I had mixed feelings, my lust for my wife's body was an indelible
fact. Such a body that aroused my desire, doing such erotic and lewd things in front of me, even if she
wasn't serving me, I was still hard.
I followed the man's method, gently pinching my wife's chin open, opening her pearly teeth. My wife, my wife, you have such
an innocent face, yet now you are taking turns sucking the dicks of a wild man and your own husband!
Lost in thought, my wife suddenly lunged forward, pressing her face against my lower abdomen. Looking up, I saw that
lecherous man, kneeling behind her. While I was focused on her giving me oral sex, he was already penetrating me from behind!
My wife was being penetrated from behind while simultaneously giving me oral sex! I
would never yet it was unfolding before my eyes!
What was even more infuriating was that this man, as if showing off his strength, was thrusting forcefully into my wife from behind. My wife
's soft body was almost folded in half by the impact, her buttocks raised high, her waist bent, her entire upper body arched upwards,
even her breasts pressed tightly against my legs, and with each thrust, waves of her breasts bounced onto
my thighs!
What a sensation! My penis was warmly held in my wife's mouth, my hands felt
the soft , my lower abdomen was pressed against her face and nose, constantly feeling the ticklish sensation of her hot breath, and
my legs felt the rhythmic, soft, and bouncy touch of her breasts!
I almost spat it out.
"My name is Ye Daiming, twenty-eight years old, married. I'm an ordinary office worker, with no material desires;
my goal is to live a peaceful and quiet life. Perhaps God wants everyone to be tested, and someone like me, with no extra
desires and only wanting a peaceful life, has been given a different constitution than ordinary people. I can see ghosts,
what people commonly call 'yin-yang eyes'..."
The master put down his hand that was combing his white beard and gestured for me to stop talking: "Can you see
what's around me?"
I turned to look and saw an evil spirit chained up, like an elusive black mist, struggling left and right,
seemingly trying to break free of the chains.
The master stood up, took a cardboard box from a cabinet beside the table, carefully opened it, and inside was a leather whip. He lashed it twice at
the black mist , and the evil spirit lay prostrate on the ground, afraid to move again.
"This is the demon-slaying whip transformed from the spirit of Jiang Shang's divine whip. Seeing you're in trouble, I'll give it to you."
Holding the black leather whip, I walked home, my heart filled with mixed emotions.
Finally! After searching desperately for so long, being swindled out of countless sums of money by various so-called masters. Finally! At this moment! I have
the magic weapon to drive away that lecherous ghost!
Back home, the shoe cabinet was, as expected, wide open, my wife's usual red high heels lying on the floor.
I ignored them and stormed into the living room. The man was sitting on the sofa watching TV, legs crossed, looking every bit
the master of the house. I stepped forward, whip in hand, a surge of confidence rising within me, pointing at him and yelling,
"You lecherous ghost, today I've brought my magic weapon to deal with you!"
The man blinked, seemingly not understanding what I was saying. Just as I was about to continue my outburst, I heard
footsteps . Turning around, I saw my wife, Xin'er.
She was only wearing a black lace semi-transparent bra, which almost made my jaw drop. Even more
unusually , she was wearing a black thong that she usually resisted wearing, with a garter belt around her waist that tightly pulled
up her stockings, creating a lewd curve. She wore black high heels, which clicked loudly as she walked
.
"Welcome home!" Xin'er said with a seductive smile, "The party's about to begin!"
My mind didn't quite process what was happening: "You...you got off work so early today? Wait, why are you dressed
like this?"
The man stood up, turned off the TV, and tossed the remote onto the sofa: "Of course I didn't go to work. I got all
ready just for you. For your new whip, of course I had to wear something appropriate."
"Wait..." I rubbed my forehead: "She...you...you...no, she can see you."
"Of course she can't see me!" the man chuckled. "It's just that I can influence her. Haven't you
noticed? Even if you don't draw the curtains, I can still appear in front of you."
Yes, I just realized that the setting sun was shining through the window, illuminating his translucent figure.
"Thanks to all the yin energy I've absorbed from your wife over this long period. Come on, it's time to
show the new game."
The man walked up to his wife and gently patted her forehead. His wife closed her eyes, obediently
turned around , and walked towards the bedroom, her high heels swaying from side to side, her buttocks exposed outside her thong.
"You, how can you control her?" I asked in shock.
"Because I'm bewitched!" the man answered matter-of-factly.
Xin'er entered the bedroom, her eyes glazed as she caressed her breasts encased in her semi-transparent bra. Her pink lips parted slightly, and
in a nasal, lewd tone, she softly said, "Husband... quickly use your new whip... to hit me..."
This, this is clearly that lecherous ghost mocking me! Worried that Xin'er might lose her mind, and furious that her newly
acquired magical artifact was being mocked, I raised the ghost-slaying whip and lashed it at the man.
The whip lashed down, but the man remained unmoved. Somehow, the whip's end struck my wife,
eliciting a soft cry from her.
The man chuckled again, his fingers twitching. Suddenly, my mind went blank, and somehow the ghost-slaying whip
was in his hand.
"How much did you pay for this ghost-slaying whip?" he asked.
"Two...two months' salary."
"Tsk tsk tsk..." He carefully examined the seam between the whip handle and the whip tip: "The workmanship is quite exquisite..."
"Could it be that I..."
"Yes, you've been fooled again." The man shook his head: "How many times have I told you not to believe in ghosts and
gods? Haven't you been swindled out of enough money by these people? Two months' salary for this whip, don't you feel the pinch
?
" "I..."
"Forget it, forget it, it's bought, there's no use feeling the pinch. Think of something fun!" He said excitedly:
"I absorbed the essence of Yin energy from your wife hundreds of times. The body of a young woman is truly an inexhaustible
treasure trove ..."
"Wait, hundreds of times I would need to be given sleeping pills..."
"I don't need them anymore! With the help of Yin energy, my abilities have grown to a certain level, enough to control people's minds, why
would I need sleeping pills? Look at this—"
He showed me his new ability with an almost boastful tone. I saw my wife close her eyes again,
like a doll whose soul had been taken away. Just as I lay down, an unseen force lifted me up, slowly
raising me into the air.
"This is truly... supernatural..." I couldn't find any other words to describe the scene before me.
"Right!" The man became smug again: "Someone with your yin-yang eyes, used to seeing all sorts of ordinary ghosts,
thinks ghosts are nothing special and treats them with a normal attitude.
You probably scoff at those fictional supernatural novels. But I really can grow this powerful. Did you underestimate me?"
"I... I'm sorry."
"To celebrate that I've finally obtained enough yin energy, and to celebrate that you were cheated out of two months' salary,
let's celebrate together with the yin energy provided by your wife and the whip that cheated you out of your salary!"
Before he finished speaking, the man excitedly swung his ghost-slaying whip. A sharp crack of the whip pierced the air,
and a welt appeared on my wife's buttocks. As the whip lashed out, her buttocks trembled on their own.
"Is something missing? Right, something's missing—voices to liven things up." The man waved his hand, and Xin'er,
as if a doll suddenly had its vocal cords installed, let out a series of moans, half in pain and half in lewdness.
"Again! Again!"
The whip lashed out again, Xin'er's buttocks and thighs trembling from the blows, her lewd moans
coming in waves, one after another.
"How's that? You've never seen your wife so alluring before, have you? Excited yet?"
"Mmm..." I felt my face flush, my heart pound, and my penis engorged. Was I genuinely excited, or was I bewitched?
"
You try it too, it's fun." He handed the whip back to me. In a daze, I suddenly found
myself holding the ghost-beating whip, raising it, and striking my wife with all my might.
Crack!
"Mmm...husband!" Xin'er responded lewdly.
Crack!
"Husband...please...spare me!" Xin'er's voice was filled with longing.
Crack! The whip struck her breasts, sending her semi-transparent bra fluttering onto the bed, her full, white breasts
swaying in the air!
"Ouch! It hurts... have mercy... have mercy..."
*Crack!* Another solid lash landed on her leg, pulling up the straps of her black stockings, which were yanked open,
leaving a red welt on her tender, white thigh between the stockings and her panties.
Xin'er floated in mid-air, moaning and pleading for mercy in a nasal, seductive voice. Her
body arched backward in the air, her breasts standing even more alluringly before us.
"Having fun?" The man, arms crossed, leaned against the wall, grinning at me.
"Having fun!" I answered excitedly, raising the whip again and lashing down once more.
"My name is Ye Daiming, I'm 28 years old, and married. I'm an ordinary office worker with no material desires.
My goal is to live a stable and quiet life. Maybe God wants everyone to be tested, and someone like me, with no extra
desires and just wanting a peaceful life..."
"Wait, what are you actually here for?" The staff member who greeted me squinted, clearly
unaccustomed to a customer who introduced themselves so readily.
"Well, actually, I want to bury this urn of ashes." I held out an urn and handed it over. "To my
shame , because I was greedy for a bargain, I bought a particularly cheap apartment, only to later find out that there was a
man's skeleton buried under the living room floor. I don't know how long he's been dead."
"Did you call the police?" The staff member didn't take the urn, tilting his head to look at me.
"I reported it. The police closed the case as a missing person case from over fifty years ago. I heard he was trapped in this house and eventually
starved to death , but there are still many unclear details. It's been too long to investigate clearly, so this is the only way."
"Alright then." The staff member took the urn: "If you want to buy a burial plot, you have to pay."
That way, you can rest in peace and no longer disturb our lives, right?
Back home, I opened the door to find the shoe cabinet in the entryway closed, its doors intact. I stared at it
for a long time , perhaps I should be thankful, I thought.
I opened the curtains, and sunlight streamed in, illuminating half the living room floor. I opened the window, and a gentle summer breeze
blew in, bringing a pleasant coolness to the evening.
The sound of a spatula clattering came from the kitchen; Xin'er had come home from work earlier than me and was already busy cooking.
That lecherous man had been causing havoc in the house for almost half a year, abusing my wife countless times; this nightmare should finally
be over.
I slipped into my slippers and slipped into the kitchen, curious to see what delicious food awaited me tonight.
My wife was wearing an apron, her back to me, standing demurely by the stove. I leaned over and whispered in her ear,
"I'm home, honey!"
Xin'er turned around, her hand empty of a spatula; only the spatula itself was scooping back and forth in the pot of
vegetables. The wife's clothes slowly became transparent until they disappeared completely. Her face was expressionless,
her eyes slightly closed, and her exposed breasts were squeezed down by an unseen force, revealing their soft elasticity.
The wife's body slowly rose, her legs parted in mid-air, her genitals, which had been closed, suddenly opened slightly,
and then spread wide open. Her whole body seemed to be fixed by some force, only
swaying slowly up and down to a certain rhythm.
After swaying a few times, her genitals oozed vaginal fluid, flowing down her buttocks and between her legs.
At the same time , her breasts swayed even more wildly, her whole body
shaking violently as if it were on an invisible machine.
"You...you're still here!" I took two steps back in horror.
The man's body gradually took shape; he was holding the wife's body, his penis inserted into Xin'er's vagina, raping her
again and again.
"I told you not to believe in ghosts and spirits. How can burying my ashes send me on my way?" The man
continued in that smug tone, "Have you ever heard of the saying 'a restless spirit'?"
"But...wife..."
"Alright, dinner's almost ready. Put the dishes on the plate. Afterwards, there's your wife's main course," the man
said.
In a daze, I found myself already holding utensils, ladling food from the pot onto plates.
"Okay, let's eat," I said.
[The End]

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