A car accident leads to a romantic encounter

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I struggled to open my eyes. I was lying down. I tried to move, and I could feel my body, but I couldn't move my head; it was fixed in place. Only my eyeballs could move. I moved my eyes and looked around at everything I could see. It wasn't a morgue. I was sure I was alive! This was a hospital! I should be in a hospital bed! Instantly, tears flooded my eyes!

This must be a VIP ward, because the facilities were luxurious, and I was the only bed in this room. The door wasn't closed tightly, and I could see another room outside. I lay there alone, thrilled that I was still alive. Then I could hear people talking outside! I couldn't hear clearly, so I coughed softly. In an instant, a woman and a doctor rushed in… The woman looked like she was from a wealthy family. When she saw that I had opened my eyes, tears welled up in her eyes, and I could see the surprise in the doctor's eyes too!

"Husband, you're finally awake! It's so wonderful!" The woman's face was flushed with joy as she cried.

What? I'm her husband, and she is indeed very beautiful, but my wife isn't her! Have I lost my memory?

"Mr. Zhang! Congratulations! I'm so happy to see you recover!" Mr. Zhang? My surname is Wang? What's going on? I was a little excited and tried to sit up... "No, no, no, it still needs time. It's best not to move around too much now to avoid damaging the new skin," the doctor said urgently when he saw I was about to move.

New skin? Was my burn really that bad? I was getting more and more confused... "Xiao Wei!" I called out tentatively!

Well, the two of us, who were both overjoyed, stopped abruptly at that call. The doctor looked embarrassed, and the woman looked at me with a puzzled expression.

The woman immediately stopped crying, quickly wiped the tears from her face, and rushed closer to me!

"Jia Hui! I'm your wife, Hui Juan, do you remember me?" she asked anxiously.

I shook my head...

"We also have a three-year-old son named Shou Ye, do you remember him?" the woman asked even more frantically.

"I don't have a son, I have a daughter!" I answered firmly.

"Waaah...waaah...Doctor, he's lost his memory, what should I do?" The woman burst into tears.

The doctor explained with a troubled expression, "It might be temporary mental confusion. He should recover after some rest. The impact to his head wasn't too serious, it shouldn't be a big problem!" "Is it true? Waaah...!" the woman asked sadly.

What? Could it be that I really have amnesia? Is my thinking really confused? Impossible! I remember everything from before, and I even remember struggling in the fire. My wife's name is Huang Weiwei, and we have a lovely two-year-old daughter, not a boy. I remember everything before that too—my wedding, dating, even my lover! Thinking back further, I remember going to university; middle school; elementary school; what the hell is going on...? "I really don't have amnesia, I remember everything! I want to see my wife and daughter—" I shouted.

The woman cried even harder upon hearing this, desperately wiping away her tears as she asked the doctor, "Has he gone mad?" The doctor, utterly embarrassed and ashamed, was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events. His expression was as if he were swallowing a fly and had to admit it was delicious!

"It's probably temporary mental confusion. Let him rest for a while and observe him further!" the doctor explained.

I panicked upon hearing this and started shouting again. The more I shouted, the harder the woman cried, and the more flies seemed to appear in the doctor's mouth!

With a sedative injection, I passed out again…

*** *** *** ***

I was finally getting my stitches removed, and my body was finally fully recovered. By this time, I had been diagnosed with mental confusion and temporary amnesia. Good heavens, I'd caused such a ruckus so many times! Unfortunately, I couldn't move. If I could, I would have beaten that doctor up and brought my wife home for them to examine. Shouting and yelling would only worsen my amnesia diagnosis. In the end, I calmed down, knowing it was useless. I'd wait until I regained my freedom!

During this time, the woman named Huijuan was incredibly attentive to me. Although she was beautiful and charming, and her words certainly stirred my desire, I was more worried about my wife, Xiaowei. I knew the medical expenses were exorbitant. This family was wealthy; they had me undergo extensive skin grafting and facial reconstruction!

This day was one I had been eagerly anticipating. I knew I would be free, that I would prove to the world that I hadn't lost my memory or become confused, and that I would return to my wife's side. She must have thought I was dead. I waited anxiously.

The bandages on my legs and body were slowly removed, and I could clearly see my skin—perfect! Finally, my face!

"Thank you, doctor! That's wonderful!" Huijuan thanked the doctor beside her joyfully. The doctor smiled smugly, as if he were wearing an Olympic gold medal! He scanned me with admiring eyes.

I immediately touched my face; it was smooth, and my features were all there. I stood up, stretched my legs and arms, and moved around. Then I turned around, and suddenly there was a man in the room—handsome, no, I suddenly realized that it was me in the mirror.

"Jiahui, you're as handsome as ever! I was so worried!" Huijuan said, overjoyed.

"This is the most advanced technology in South Korea right now!" the doctor boasted again.

"Looks like they spent a lot of money." I thought to myself, something's not right! Why am I not myself? I climbed to the mirror and looked at myself repeatedly, left and right, but this wasn't me at all.

"How did you do this to me? Whose face is this?" I shouted angrily.

The same disastrous scene as before. The joyful atmosphere was completely ruined by my roar. Huijuan started crying again, and the doctor's mouth was stuffed full of flies again… *** *** *** *** I was taken home, to what I expected—a rich man's house. As soon as I entered, men, young and old, all treated me like a panda, looking at and touching me… "Oh, Jiahui, you're finally back! You look even more energetic than before…" a man said. I didn't recognize him; this was a sign of amnesia. Frustrated!

"Let Mom touch you, my good son... It's good that you're back, it's good that you're alright, I missed you so much..." An old woman, my mom? Damn it!

I really felt like a national treasure, or some kind of celebrity. I was getting impatient!

"Who are you all?" I roared again!

They didn't stuff their mouths full of flies like a doctor, they were just surprised for a moment and then continued talking about the past, as if a miracle was about to happen, and I would be moved and my memories would return!

I shouted loudly for the first time ever: "I'm really not Zhang Jiahui, I really don't have amnesia, and I'm not confused, my name is Wang Wei, I have a wife named Huang Weiwei, we have a three-year-old daughter, not a son..." Okay, everyone's mouths were finally stuffed with flies, they kept shaking their heads, and even shed tears, and when they looked back at Huijuan, she was crying again.

I squatted on the ground in distress, burying my face in my hands, crying and saying, "Please let me go! I really haven't lost my memory, I'm really not confused. This is what happened that day: I got off the plane and took the airport bus back to the city. The bus was crowded, but everyone had a seat. I was sitting in the aisle seat when I suddenly noticed someone stealing something in front of me. I nervously checked my belongings first, and nothing was missing. Then I put my things on my seat and went to stop them… As soon as they were caught, everyone on the bus nervously checked their belongings. The thief frantically tried to deny it. Then the man sitting next to me shouted, 'My wallet is gone!' At that moment, I clearly saw the thief discreetly and quickly throw the wallet on the ground. I bent down to pick it up, and just then, due to the commotion, the bus suddenly collided with a car changing lanes, overturned, and exploded. After that, I only remember struggling in the fire; I remember nothing after that." Everyone listened, tears streaming down their faces. It was a terrible tragedy. Later news reports confirmed that everyone on the bus perished except for me and the driver. I think it was probably my wallet and the things I left on the seat that cleverly switched our identities. I believe that when my loved ones saw the documents or items in the wallet, they would immediately recognize the mangled body as their relative! I must find a way to prove my identity, like with my DNA!

Thinking of this, I rallied again. Looking at the heartbroken crowd, the men shaking their heads, I felt sorry for them too. After all, losing a loved one is a painful experience!

"It seems quite ill! Huijuan, should we try another hospital?" the old woman cried.

This time, my mouth was stuffed with flies…

I couldn't escape. They were rich and powerful, with butlers and bodyguards. My heart was filled with anger and resentment! I felt like I was trapped in a cage!

I had to realize that this wouldn't be easy; I had to take it one step at a time!

*** *** *** ***

Luxurious, extravagant, comfortable, enjoyable, even intoxicating—this is the life of the rich. This was once my dream life, and now it's come true. But I'm not myself anymore. I still know my name, but nobody acknowledges it!

Lying in my comfortable bed, embracing another man's wife, the anger of not being able to gain freedom, and the hatred for the rich, are all vented on this woman!

From her joy and moans, I can feel her past loneliness, her yearning for this, even believing that the surgery made my penis bigger. Actually, I know there's no injury there; it was always that magnificent!

I vented my frustration with all my might, Huijuan's body swaying wildly from my thrusts, splattering everywhere... To be honest, wealthy women are generally quite attractive and well-maintained. Huijuan was nearing 30, in the prime of her life, and her meticulous care and attention during my hospitalization deeply moved me. Although I was no longer myself, her love for her husband hadn't changed. Who wouldn't cherish such a gentle and considerate woman? Who wouldn't be moved?

Moreover, Huijuan was voluptuous, 165cm tall, highly educated, and possessed an extraordinary air. To be the wife of a wealthy man, one must have something special; beauty alone isn't enough. Huijuan

had sparse pubic hair and a typical small, round vulva, with a high-set pubic bone and thick, fleshy flesh that seemed ready to be touched—truly wonderful.

Thinking of this, the resentment instantly transformed into love, and I frantically kissed every part of Huijuan's body, my hips still pounding. The speed of my thrusting increased, and Huijuan's moans grew louder and more intense. Her large breasts swayed irregularly, making my mouth water. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and played with it with my tongue. At this moment, Huijuan screamed even more wildly, unable to bear it any longer.

Her moans were indeed urging me to ejaculate, but I forced myself to pull out, desperately gripping the tube to stop the flow. Once calm, I climbed between Huijuan's legs, lifting her vulva, which was now prominently displayed before me, red and raw from being thoroughly penetrated. Her labia were so tightly closed that a small opening was constantly leaking fluid… I began kissing her genitals, and Huijuan trembled as if electrocuted. This only fueled my excitement and satisfaction. I held her vulva tightly in my mouth until she finally climaxed, squirting and hitting my chin. It seemed she had also lost control of her bladder, spraying urine all over my face. I was instantly overwhelmed with excitement. I had intended to embrace Huijuan and go wild again, but the pungent smell of her urine aroused me even more. I ejaculated high, landing heavily on Huijuan's stomach and chest.

I knelt between her legs, breathing heavily, urine dripping down. I collapsed onto Huijuan as if I had collapsed, urine and fluids mingling between our bodies as we held each other tightly!

[The End]

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