[The Silent World] (Episode 12)

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Episode 12
I'm a shut-in, afraid of the complexities of the outside world, so I stay home, immersed in the online world.
One day, I suddenly woke up to find the online world had stopped. I stepped out of my room. The outside world had stopped too,
for reasons unknown, for what the future held. I woke up five women in succession, and met a
man with pockmarks like myself, Cheng. Although he didn't even know why he had become a part of
this silent world, I knew I truly existed in it. I decided to stop backing down, to protect those I had awakened
, and to live well. I prepared to explore the outside world, to find out
what had happened.
Back at Auman's house, I sat on the sofa in the living room, silently smoking. Number 3 was cooking dinner in the kitchen
, Number 0 and Number 1 sat quietly opposite me, and Auman, Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyun were fast asleep upstairs.
To me, Number 0 and Number 1 were like two ticking time bombs. Although they appeared
docile this time, I couldn't hear their inner thoughts anymore. What's even stranger is that they can actually communicate with me through writing. But you 　　can't
see into someone's heart! Besides Ouman and the other two, I really need to be wary of everyone else now . Who knows if those ghosts watching me will play tricks on me again. 　　 I silently ate my meal and asked Number 3 to make me a cup of tea. Sigh, if Ouman and the others woke up, they wouldn't need me to tell 　　them. Sitting on the balcony, looking at the bright red sun hanging on the mountaintop, feeling the cool breeze, "I have to leave, I 　　must leave. I really don't feel safe here anymore. I wonder how Ma Zicheng is doing. Has Ma Zicheng 　　found Zhou Yue and taken revenge? And that mysterious person in Xingtai. Ouman, please wake up soon!" I tilted my head 　　and looked at Number 3 sitting next to me. Two wet patches started appearing on her large t-shirt again. I reached out and pinched her 　　left breast. It was hard, and a large patch of fabric on her left breast immediately became wet. 　　 (Master, the slut's breasts are so swollen. Master, be gentle.) Number 3 said lewdly, damn it! " I'm about to explode again." 　　 "You two will stay in the guest rooms downstairs tonight," I said to Number 0 and Number 1, who were standing on the balcony railing . 　　Now I needed to keep them in my sight at all times, but not too close. 　　 I pulled Number 3 by the hand and went upstairs, locking the master bedroom door from the inside. I pushed 　　Number 3 hard onto the bed. As she fell, her legs were spread wide, revealing her shaved vulva. "Come here, let your master help 　　you relieve some pressure," I commanded from the bed. 　　 Number 3 obediently lay down beside me, one arm around my neck, the other gently placing her 　　dark red nipple into my mouth, slowly squeezing her engorged breast. Streams of sweet, pungent milk flowed into my mouth. 　　My hand teased her clean vulva, and soon it was soaking wet. Number 3 squeezed 　　some milk onto her hand, then touched my testicles, gently rubbing them. She groaned inwardly (Master, 　　suck harder, this slut is so swollen, this slut is so itchy.) 　　 I moved one of Number 3's legs, and my fingers slipped into her wet, slippery vagina, 　　probing inside. (Master, so good, Master, this slut wants it.) Number 3 cried out inwardly. She flipped over and 　　straddled me, reaching down to guide my penis and shoving it into her vagina. Her warm, slippery vagina swallowed my 　　erect penis completely, and Number 3 collapsed onto me, leaving a trail of milky fluid. (So hard, Master, you're 　　so hard. This slut feels so good.) Number 3 gripped my shoulders, her chest pressed tightly against mine, and her big buttocks began to 　　sway up and down. She offered her red lips and kissed me passionately. 　　 After a while, she suddenly straightened up. (Ah, that's it, Master, that's it, I'm going to grind it.) 　　Number 3's hands, one in front and one behind, supported her, and her waist began to swing rapidly back and forth. "Damn it, you little slut, 　　I'll squeeze your breasts until they burst!" I reached out and grabbed the base of Number 3's breast hard, squeezing it forcefully. 　　Milk gushed out like a showerhead, spraying everywhere. "Squeeze it yourself!" I commanded. Number 3 knelt steadily, her waist 　　moving continuously, her hands squeezing along her breast line with all her might. She knew her own body best; her own squeezing 　　made the milk spray even more and farther. I lay flat on the bed, my hands under my head, my mouth wide open, catching 　　the milk that splashed everywhere. Watching Number 3 swaying on top of me, listening to the turmoil within her, it felt fucking amazing. Number 3's 　　stamina allowed her to sway on top of me without stopping for nearly ten or twenty minutes, my whole body and the area around me covered in 　　her milk. 　　 I got up and hugged her tightly, my penis pressed firmly against her vagina, and with a flip, I pinned her beneath me and 　　began to thrust vigorously. (Master, so hard, so big. This slut feels so good! Master, suck this slut's milk. 　　Master...) Number 3 cried out in a daze under my constant attacks. These cries were like war drums. I wrapped 　　my arms around Number 3's neck and thrust my lower body violently hundreds of times. Number 3 raised her legs and tightly clamped them around my waist. (Ah, 　　Master, right there. Master, this slut's so itchy there. Master, rub there. Yes, right there. Ah, 　　Master, this slut is about to come.) 　　 Hearing Number 3's familiar pre-orgasmic moans, I increased my frequency. Finally, a surge of heat hit my 　　glans, and I released my semen, thrusting hard a few more times, forcefully ejaculating streams of semen inside. (Master 　　, this slut is going to die.) Number 3 weakly murmured in her heart. I lowered my head and sucked on her milk twice, then rolled over and lay down 　　next to Number 3, breathing heavily, my mind blank, and fell into a deep sleep. 　　 In the morning, I lay silently in bed, no one had come to wake me for a long time. I tilted my head, looking at the dazed Number 3. 　　Number 3 had already woken up, and seeing me looking at her, she rolled over and climbed on top of me again. (Master, this slut is so swollen, this slut 　　wants it). Damn! I reached out and pinched Number 3's delicate face. "You little slut, you still want 　　more? It's only morning, what are you waiting for? Come with me to take a shower, you're all sweaty and covered in milk." Now I finally understand 　　what the scariest thing in the world is when a woman says she wants more. 　　 (Master, I am a slut, I am Zhang Xuemei. I am not a slut.) Number 3 replied. 　　 I reached out and slapped Number 3's plump buttocks, making a loud sound. "I said you're a slut, and you 　　are a slut. One day I'll be drained dry by you, get off now. Believe me or not... um, get off now. Take a shower."

"Bath." Ugh! Women who've just given birth are really something else.
Finally, I finished showering, and in the bathroom, #3 was diligently washing me. Her earnestness was a complete contrast to her behavior in bed
, which made me angry. I made her give me a blowjob and a vibrator, finally ejaculating into her mouth before she
stopped. With #3's help, I put on my workout clothes, picked up the steel pipe from the door, opened the bedroom door, and went out.
#0 and #1 were holding hands, sitting on the sofa in the downstairs living room, gazing at each other tenderly. #1
slowly leaned on #0's shoulder, and the two embraced, silently shedding tears. Wow! Such tender lesbian love!
"Hmm!" I coughed, hiding the steel pipe behind my back, and walked down the stairs with feigned authority. Seeing me
arrive, the two quickly separated, bowing their heads to wipe their tears.
*Thump!* "I slammed the steel pipe down on the coffee table and twisted my neck. Damn Number 3, he's really strong
; it's making my neck uncomfortable.
You say you don't know what happened between us? I'll pretend you don't know. But it
did happen, and my distrust of you exists. However, given the current situation, we must live
together." I tapped slowly on the coffee table with one hand, feigning an air of control, but
inwardly I was wary.
"Since I've awakened you from your daze, I'll take you with me, both morally and logically." I couldn't leave them out;
they can always sense me, and from what I overheard their thoughts, I know they
become very uncomfortable and weak without me. Most importantly, no matter how far apart we are, they drain my energy.
"However, how to deal with this distrust, how to make amends, depends on your future performance.
And you must demonstrate your own value, otherwise I don't mind having someone else, or even severing
our connection myself. Do you understand?" "After saying that, I picked up a cigarette from the coffee table and casually took a drag,
blowing smoke rings onto the faces of Number 0 and Number 1 across from me. I rested my hand on the coffee table, fiddling with my lighter
, ready to grab the steel pipe from the table the moment they made a move.
Number 0 and Number 1 exchanged a glance, and Number 0 began writing something on a piece of paper."
"(Master, they said they'd do anything for you.)" Number 3's voice echoed in my mind.
I turned around and saw Number 3 coming downstairs in a crisp shirt and skirt, her
rank insignia and badge clearly visible. She wore a small tie and a pure white half-cup bra underneath, which supported her full
breasts while revealing her dark red nipples through the semi-transparent shirt. A white mini-skirt
clung tightly to her ample hips, showing the outline of her panties. A small white cap with a brim adorned her head, the gleaming
national emblem contrasting with her lewd body. Her blank face, paired with the bizarre police uniform, was both dignified and lewd. Damn,
little slut, little whore, so damn tempting! I never thought that a casual remark after her shower would actually come true,
and with such a great effect. I got hard again.
Number 3 walked downstairs coldly, plopped down on the armrest of the sofa, crossed her legs, and leaned back against
the chair, her ample breasts only a hand's width away from my face. Damn it, isn't this ruining the mood?
"Hmm!" I coughed, struggling to tear my gaze away from Number 3's alluring body. I squeezed
my eyes shut briefly, regaining my sharp focus as I looked at Number 0 and Number 1. Number 0 hesitated, but still held the note
to her chest.
(We really don't know what happened. We came straight to you when we woke up. We will prove
our worth, we will do everything we can for you.)
I looked at Number 3 in surprise. What was going on? At least yesterday, Number 0 and Number 1 were
communicating with me using notes, and Number 3, who was right next to me, didn't say a word. How did she become a communicator today? Could
Number 3 hear their thoughts now? Or could Number 3 hear everyone's thoughts? Could my girlfriend hear her?
(Number 3, give me your underwear.) I silently repeated in my mind.
Number 3 didn't react at all. Whew, I silently breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. If she could really hear me, damn it,
I'd be completely naked in front of her. I'd have no privacy whatsoever
! Okay, that's all for now. Number 3, go drive the car. You two...you two, go get some food and come back,
" I said, glancing at Number 3's large breasts. "And find some things to help with lactation." "I'm really in love with
having sex with #3, I'm even thinking of finding two more big-breasted cows for a milk-fueled orgy. Wahahaha.
I drove along, all wobbly and erratic. I couldn't help it. #3 was in the passenger seat, insisting on wearing her seatbelt. Her
already prominent breasts were being squeezed by the seatbelt, it was killing me. I had to hold back, I had to hold back. Watch your
car, watch your car. I'm finally driving well, even though it's just a small car, I'm still awesome, wahahaha
.
(Master, please stop the car, the situation ahead is unclear.) #3 suddenly said.
I slammed on the brakes and stopped. Sure enough, it was foggy ahead. I looked around, we were only
near Wuling Square, next to the TV station building. Why was it so sunny behind us, but foggy ahead
? I became alert and backed away. A voice in my head said, 'Back up, it's not
time yet. '" "I hurriedly got out of the car, grabbed Number 3, and ran to another car, sped off, but the
foggy scene kept flashing through my mind. For the next week, I practiced driving intensively while
constantly exploring my surroundings, and a clear map slowly took shape in my mind.
I was indeed in my own city, but the city was surrounded by fog. It would take
an hour to drive in each direction—east, west, north, and south—from my home. I recalled Ma Zicheng's words, 'It
's snowing as soon as you leave the city. It's summer inside, but freezing cold outside. I woke up in summer and
spent half a year in the city; isn't this winter?' It seemed that beyond the fog zone lay the outside world.
But I wasn't ready. Four months had passed, and I still lacked personnel and resources.
This week, every time I returned home, I carefully observed Number 0 and Number 1. These two 'alien' beings..."
I was so worried about them, but they seemed very obedient, diligently completing the tasks I assigned each day. I slowly
started to communicate with them, with girl number 3 occasionally chiming in to emphasize her importance
. However, number 3's life skills were far inferior to those of the other girls, even the zeros and the one.
She was the type who only moved when called. It's a wonder I ejaculated so much semen into her, yet there's still no sign of improvement.
Do I really have to go to her house and have sex with her for a few days before she gets better?
Now, besides visiting my parents every day, I also check on the three girls in the other girls' room from time to time. They're still not awake.
Do I have to have sex with them again? But thinking about the threesomes when they're awake, having sex with them now
just doesn't seem romantic. Oh well, I have plenty of time anyway, I'll just keep waiting. Besides,
I can't fill this huge hole that number 3 is in. In the past week, number 3 has been constantly seducing me, constantly triggering my climax.
I don't even know how many sheets I've thrown on the bed. Every day, my drink was changed to No. 3's breast milk, but I still maintained my
habit of running every morning; I couldn't forget my escape skills.
(Master, you slut, you whore, want more.) After a frenzy, No. 3 lay between my legs again, sucking on my
penis that I had just ejaculated, completely disregarding the semen, vaginal fluid, and breast milk that clung to it, licking it incessantly. Her plump
buttocks swayed above my head, semen dripping from her vagina onto my chest, her plump vulva wide open
, revealing the tender pink flesh inside, and her dark little mouth. Suddenly, No. 3 stopped licking. (Two little sluts,
actually…) No. 3 thought to herself, and continued to lick my penis.
I reached out and slapped her plump buttocks. "Alright, you're clean now. You little slut, I
've made you orgasm at least three times, and you still want more! Luckily, I let you eat quite a lot today. Two little sluts? Are they
number 0 and number 1? What are they doing?" (Hehe, Master is the best. This slut feels so good. The two sluts are saying "I
love you" and "I love you," rubbing me here and touching me there. Two idiots, they don't know to ask Master,
they're just messing around with each other, it's disgusting.) Number 3 rolled over and snuggled into my arms, her face
blank, but she couldn't help but feel smug.
I slapped Number 3's pert buttocks hard and laughed, "You little slut, you've
had a blast these past few days. You, be careful, when Ouman wakes up and finds out you've been hogging me these past few days, I'll teach you a lesson. Oh, and Xiaoyu,
that little girl is the most cunning. Hehe." Suddenly I remembered Ouman, Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyun.
(Master, are you feeling unwell? Or is the slut not serving you well enough? Are Ouman and Xiaoyu
serving you better than the slut?) Number 3 asked, a little jealous.
"Ouman is the eldest sister. She even manages me. She was the first to wake up and has been with me for so long.
So she's your eldest sister. You must respect her. As for Xiaoyu, hehe." I gradually sank into my memories
.
(Master, the slut just likes being with you. No one can separate us. Even if they
woke up, I would still be with you every day. I'm not afraid of them; they're just two little brats. Humph.)
Number 3 said, a little sullen.
"You can't say that. They woke up before you, so they're your older sisters. It
has nothing to do with your current age. You can't mess with this. Understand?" In my heart, Ouman is first, Xiaoyu second, Xiaoyun
… I looked at Number 3 in my arms and said firmly, "The three of them woke up before you, so you have to listen to them.
Of course, if they disagree with me, you can talk to me, but you can't talk back to them. Understand?
" Women! Too close and they become disrespectful; too far and they become resentful. Ouman's coma and Number 0 and Number 1's distrust have led
me to spend too much time with Number 3. Now Number 3 is starting to have the consciousness of a mistress. If I let it go
, I don't want things to get messy in the backyard when Ouman wakes up!
(Master, I understand. Please help this slut when the time comes.) Number 3 was a little scared when she saw how serious I was,
but she was still trying to fight back. Sigh, there's really no way to deal with women.
I sat up and reached out to pinch Number 3's large breasts, squeezing out some milk. "If you're wrong
, I definitely won't help you. If you're right, I'll definitely come back to comfort you." (Master, is
the eldest sister the first to wake up? What about the two younger sisters?) Number 3 said pitifully.
Oh well, such a beautiful woman that I like so much, it wouldn't be good to press too hard. Anyway, Oman will teach them a good lesson when he wakes up
. If he doesn't wake up... if he doesn't wake up, Number 3 will be the boss. I smiled, grabbed Number 3's
nipple and pulled her over, kissing her red lips. "You're older than them, they're your sisters, they have to listen to
you." Sure enough, hearing my words, Number 3 was much happier, and enthusiastically lay down between my legs, starting to suck
on my penis. (Master, I want it.) I stroked the strands of hair swaying beneath me and said softly, "Alright
, you should rest now. Don't think you can do this so frequently just because you're physically strong." I got up and
walked towards the door.
(Master, where are you going?) Number 3 asked. I turned around and said coldly, "You can sense my location,
so don't ask me where I'm going." Number 3 finally obediently went back to bed and lay down. Sigh, things have
gotten complicated in the end. I really don't know how to handle this. Oman, why aren't you awake yet?
I stared coldly at Number 3 and slowly closed the door. I deliberately left Number 3 with
the impression that I didn't like her interfering with my actions, a strong impression. The door finally closed. "Phew," I breathed a sigh of relief. Only in this
world can I act like this. If it were in the previous world, with a beautiful and intelligent girl like Number 3, who was also a police officer
, I probably wouldn't dare to breathe loudly in front of her. How could I dare to lecture her like that? But then again,
I probably can't hear a girl's true feelings, and even if I did manage to win her over, she probably wouldn't be this promiscuous. She's fucking promiscuous,
thank goodness she's only loyal to me, otherwise she'd be wearing a green hat everywhere.
I tiptoed downstairs, and sure enough, Number 0 (Xiao Juan) and Number 1 (Xiao Lian) were in the guest room, the door
tightly closed. I lit a cigarette from the coffee table and slowly crept to the guest room door. I pressed my ear against the door, carefully ...i=63> Listening closely, the extremely faint sound traveled through the door panel into my ears, thankfully the environment was so quiet.

I've never seen two women make love before, and... well, I guess I've never seen a woman masturbate either. I'll have number 3 masturbate
for me sometime before I fuck her. I quietly pushed open the door, and two adorable, heavy moans immediately filled my ears
. Looking up, I saw a scene of arousing spring on the guest room bed.
Two fair, pink bodies, flushed with desire, were intertwined, two delicate faces were pressed together,
two small tongues were entwined, dripping with sweet saliva. Four full, white breasts pressed and rubbed against each other
. Small, white hands gently caressed each other's buttocks. I don't know whose legs were tightly clamped, but their
slender waists rubbed against their smooth thighs. I don't know whose hand stroked the tender buttocks, slipping
between them to tease the soft flesh. The intertwined flesh was painted a sexy pink, and the room was filled with
an atmosphere of debauchery. The pure, sensual scent of a woman lingered in the air, wafting into my nostrils.
Suddenly, a pair of beautiful eyes blinked, spotting me. The two hurriedly separated, pulling up the
sheet that had fallen to the floor to cover their alluring figures. They clung tightly to the sheet, staring in horror at my erection.
Their bright eyes flashed with fear and shyness.
"Hmm," I coughed, "I was wondering why no one was home. I wanted some tea." I deliberately spoke loudly.
Number 1 (Xiao Lian) hurriedly jumped off the bed, clutching the sheet, thus exposing Number 0 (Xiao Juan)'s alluring naked body
. Haha, just one sheet, let's see what you two do now. Number 0 (Xiao Juan) curled up tightly
, hugging her knees. Number 1 hesitated by the bedside, wondering whether to go pour me tea while still wearing the sheet, or
go back to bed and cover Number 0 (Xiao Juan)'s exposed body. I leaned against the doorframe, watching their
awkwardness with interest.
Number 0 (Xiao Juan) was the decisive one; she got up, got out of bed, and started dressing with her back to me. What a damn
alluring back view! Number 1 (Xiao Lian) overcame her hesitation, wrapped herself in the sheet, opened the door, and prepared to
move past me. I reached out to block her, her face flushed crimson. Her shy gaze
met mine, and she quickly lowered her head, bending down to slip under my arm. Number 0 (Xiao Juan), on the other hand,
calmly finished dressing and stood beside me. Seeing that I wouldn't leave, she gestured for me to proceed.
I plopped down on their large bed, noticing a wet stain on the sheet. I touched it with my finger,
rubbing the sticky residue between my two fingers, and held it out to Number 0 (Xiao Juan). The feigned composure of Number 0 (Xiao Juan) vanished instantly
. Hahaha, this is funny.
Number 1 (Xiao Lian) brought in a cup of tea, her arms tightly wrapped around the bedsheet, preventing her from extending the cup
to me. Number 0 (Xiao Juan), blushing, took the cup, glanced around at me, and gently placed it
on the damp spot. Clever! I thought to myself. Number 1 (Xiao Lian) quickly grabbed her clothes from the bedside, preparing to go out and
put them on. "No need to go out, just change here," I said, looking at Number 0's flushed face. "We're all acquaintances anyway, 　　and I've thoroughly admired
your bodies. There's nothing to be embarrassed about; I'll get to know you better in the future. 　　" I looked at Number 0 (Xiao Juan) and spoke to Number 1 (Xiao Lian). 　　 Number 0 (Xiao Juan) looked at Number 1 (Xiao Lian), then at me. She paused, then surprisingly smiled slightly 　　, and gave a subtle nod to the bewildered Number 1 (Xiao Lian). Number 1 (Xiao Lian), blushing, 　　turned her back to me and changed her clothes. 　　 (Author's note: I was a bit confused while writing this, so I added their names.) 　　 After watching Number 1's graceful body being covered by clothes, I withdrew my lingering gaze. I picked up my teacup and went outside 　　, sitting upright on the living room sofa. "You, go and call Number 3 down," I said to Number 0. Number 1 　　stood awkwardly in front of me, fidgeting. Soon, Number 0 followed Number 3 down and quickly stood next to Number 1. 　　Number 1 seemed to have found support and gradually calmed down. Number 3 plopped down next to me. The two of us sat, while 　　Number 1 and Number 0 stood. The hierarchy among the four was immediately apparent. Number 3 is a bit too cunning. 　　 "You, stand properly. I have something to say," I said softly but without question. " 　　 (Master.)" Number 3 called out somewhat reluctantly. I gave her a cold stare, and she had no choice but to stand 　　next to Number 0, standing ramrod straight. As expected of a disciplined unit. 　　 I gestured for Number 3 to stand beside me, and holding her soft little hand, I said, " 　　Some things have happened recently. There are some things I haven't explained to you. Now I want to say them. First, I woke you up, 　　which means you are all my women. Second, although the three upstairs are currently unconscious, in my heart they 　　are my first, second, and third women, and you are next. This is the rule, 　　a rule that cannot be challenged or changed. You must understand." As I spoke, I squeezed Number 3's hand. I continued, "Third, while Oman and the others are unconscious 　　, Number 3 will temporarily lead you, and Number 3's orders will follow mine. I hope you two will 　　cooperate well with Number 3. This world is so strange now, we must unite." I paused, looked at Number 3, and said, " 　　Don't fight or try to pull any tricks." The three women all nodded. After getting to the point, I suddenly said, " 　　Personally, I don't object to any of your personal habits, and I hope we can get along harmoniously." Just giving you a heads-up, so you won't 　　feel awkward when we get to the little yuri interactions later! Hehe. 　　 I left after saying that. Number 3 didn't follow; she started exercising the rights I'd given her. Oh well, let them have their 　　fun. Without Number 3, I suddenly felt free. Number 3 was such a chatterbox outside, always complaining about this or that 　　. Damn, so what if she's a traffic cop? I held a steel pipe—well, this pipe is too weak. 　　I'll get a better weapon today. 　　 Driving, I drove freely, dodging the stunned crowds along the way. Although I took down a few, 　　I felt no guilt. Looks like my mental fortitude is getting better and better. I drove erratically to 　　the hardware store district in the city center, stopped the car, and started rummaging through the shops. 　　 After searching for a long time, I suddenly laughed, "You're really stupid! What era are we living in? Still looking for cold weapons? Just 　　grind a bevel on this steel pipe! Go to the police station and find a gun." I'll put the gun aside for now; it's not a problem right now.

I wasn't in a hurry to leave. I found a shop with a grinding machine and started grinding the tip of the steel pipe. Finally
, it was done! Hmm, a sharp tip, sticking it in would definitely kill someone, haha, I'm a knife-wielder, who dares mess with me?!
Wahahaha!!
I walked down the street smugly, wondering if I should find someone to test my weapon on? I looked around, but I really
couldn't bring myself to do it. Looking at the buses on the side of the road, it suddenly occurred to me that I needed to find a girl who could drive a big truck.
But how? If the quality was too low, I wouldn't feel anything! I found a motorcycle and slowly
drove along the road, carefully examining the drivers of the buses I saw. Damn, are you kidding me? Aren't there any women
driving? I don't care about figure or looks, just a woman. Don't force me to wake up the man! Should I wait
until he can communicate, and then have a double penetration or multiple penetration? The thought sent chills down my spine!
As the saying goes, heaven helps those who help themselves! I actually found it on Wangxian Bridge. On the No. 86 bus,
a round-faced, short-haired female driver was gripping the steering wheel, looking up at the sky. I parked my motorcycle on the side of the road, smashed
the rear window, and quickly climbed into the bus. Why not use the door? Damn, the door was closed.
The bus was packed, mostly with commuters and students from nearby schools. Several office ladies and schoolgirls
were quite attractive. I pushed through the crowd and squeezed to the front of the bus. The female driver, still gripping the steering wheel, seemed to see something in the sky
; her buttocks were slightly raised off the seat, sticking out. I took a closer look: a shirt, knee-length shorts, and
sneakers. Her breasts strained against her white long-sleeved shirt, and a white belt cinched her waist.
A constantly spinning electric fan on the roof of the bus had opened her collar slightly; I peeked through the neckline—it was
a bit small. But at least she had the skills. Turning back to the carriage, everyone was craning their necks to look
out the window.
Three women in business suits were huddled together. Not far behind them were two
little girls in school uniforms carrying backpacks. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. I dragged the female driver into the carriage and
opened the door. I let the men, the old, and the young all out. Ten adult women remained in the carriage, some sitting, some
standing. Thinking about what was about to happen, my penis involuntarily twitched. I arranged the ten women in the aisle,
each holding onto the seat back, their buttocks sticking out, back to back, leaving only enough space for one person to move sideways.
I picked up a hair clip from one of the girls' heads and placed it on the female driver's head. A mark, I'd ejaculate into the hair clip's clitoris later
! I'm so damn clever!
Everyone stuck their buttocks high, displaying their beautiful curves before my eyes. I excitedly squeezed in,
squeezing the soft buttocks on either side of me as I walked. I kept saying, "Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me," as if
struggling to move through the crowded carriage. Every now and then, I felt the firm, upturned buttocks pressing against my erect penis.
"Driver, slow down!" I stood between three office ladies, releasing my erect penis, lifting
the short skirt of the woman in front of me, pressing it tightly against her buttocks encased in pantyhose. My hands kneaded the buttocks of the two office ladies beside me, one
wearing a tight-fitting skirt, the other wearing slim-fitting trousers. I felt the elasticity of their bodies, my penis thrusting
between their pantyhose-clad legs.
Turning around, I went to the female students behind me, their sports uniforms stretched taut by their youthful buttocks. I yanked off
the sports uniform pants of two female students. Heh, girls these days are so damn repressedly sexy. One wore blue lace-
trimmed panties, the other wore fine mesh panties. I pulled aside their panties and probed the soft, warm area between their legs
. Their little cunts were already wet. I stripped all the women of their clothes, rubbing my penis against their vulvas between their buttocks, and
grabbing their breasts hard. My penis was wet, I didn't know whose fluid it was. I couldn't take it anymore,
I was about to burst.
I grabbed a plump buttock, spread it wide, and thrust my penis against the vaginal opening
. The warm, soft, slippery flesh enveloped my penis, and I pumped vigorously, my middle fingers probing
the vaginas on either side. After dozens of thrusts, I turned around, placed one of the women behind me on
the seat, and, holding my wet penis, went in. One hand probed the vagina I had just penetrated, while the other
slapped the pink buttocks beside me. "I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you to death!" I shouted with pleasure, moving around a little to
experience a different kind of vagina. After a few dozen thrusts, I moved to the next cunt. The temperature in the carriage gradually rose
, and I was covered in sweat. As I manipulated the cunt on the far side, I glanced at the other bodies in the carriage.
A feeling of sexual bliss welled up inside me; I fucking loved this world.
I turned around and went behind the girl who was starting to put on blue lace panties, inserting my wet penis. A
barrier blocked it—damn, still a virgin. Hahaha, I turned the little virgin over. Uh, blank eyes,
a face full of acne, small breasts that could be easily grasped in one hand. I thrust my hips hard; sure enough, tight. I
flipped her over and pressed her onto the seat, lifting her little buttocks, and began to thrust hard. "Little sister, I'm sorry, brother
has deflowered you, but brother can't take you with me now. Don't blame brother. But it's really tight!" I
continued to thrust inside the virgin's vagina, a feeling of ejaculation rushing to my brain. I hurriedly backed out and found
the female driver wearing a hair clip. Damn, I haven't done it with her yet, whatever. I spread her white buttocks, revealing a light ring
of pubic hair around her labia. Her genitals were a little dry. But my penis was covered in a woman's vaginal fluid and a virgin's blood.
I parted her labia and thrust in forcefully. The dryness of her vagina actually enhanced the friction. I gritted my teeth and
forcefully suppressed the urge to ejaculate, finally inserting halfway. The tightness of her vagina made me unable to endure it any longer
, and streams of semen shot into the female driver's body. While ejaculating, I rocked my hips, trying to penetrate
even deeper. Until the last ejaculation, it finally hit the softest part of the female driver's body. Whew, I
put a pair of glasses on the seat and sat down on her. I tilted my head and looked at the female driver. Damn, semen
actually flowed out. I gave you the stimulant, and you actually let it leak out! I kicked the female driver in the waist, and
she fell to the ground. I quickly lifted her legs, raising her genitals high. Unfortunately, quite a bit still leaked out.
Oh well, there are still a few pretty girls here. I haven't been able to take care of them all. I'll give you some more after I rest a bit.
He pulled another female student over and began to caress her body.
Suddenly, he remembered Number 3; he was thirsty. Number 3 was so nice; after each time, he could suckle her breasts to quench his thirst
. He should go find something to drink himself. Damn, if only Number 3 were here, he could directly order them to get things
. He wondered if Number 3 could order Numbers 0 and 1, and Oman and the others. If she could, her power
would be immense. Should he let Number 3 take over? His fingers probed inside the female student's vagina, but his thoughts drifted
home.
He got off the bus and grabbed a few bottles of Red Bull from a convenience store by the bridge. Standing amidst naked bodies,
he downed a bottle in one go. Looking at an office lady wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he felt a surge of playfulness. He poured the Red Bull over her
head; the cold drink flowed from her forehead, down her cheeks, and dripped onto her white breasts. It slid down
her smooth abdomen, gradually wetting her pubic hair. I stuck out my tongue, starting from her lower abdomen, slowly sipping the flowing
drink, licking her cute little belly button, licking her tightly pressed cleavage, and biting down on
her nipple. The small nipple stood erect under the teasing of my tongue. The woman beside her was lying low, her plump buttocks raised high,
pouring the drink onto her smooth, delicate backrest. The pale yellow liquid flowed down her smooth back, dripping from her buttocks. I
leaned over, playing with her labia while licking her buttocks and then her backrest. Hahaha, so
happy. I grabbed the girl I'd deflowered, pried open her lips, and shoved my erect penis in hard.
Holding her head, I moved my penis in and out of her mouth. Although she didn't know how to lick, seeing my pubic
hair clinging tightly to the girl's lips, it looked like I had a mustache. With a powerful thrust of my hips, I sent the girl
flying. The dazed girl slumped helplessly onto the train seat like a kite with a broken string.
Looking at the six pert buttocks still slumped in the carriage, I couldn't help but shout, "I'm here!" "You big-breasted
slut, your tits are the biggest here. Disappointed that I didn't get to fuck you earlier? Don't worry, I'm coming to fuck you now.
Damn, you want me to fuck you like this? But I'm kind-hearted, I'll let your little cunt drink some Red Bull too!" I went
behind one of the big-breasted girls and grabbed her U-shaped breasts several times. My fingers touched her
labia; they were dry. I turned around, picked up a can of Red Bull, opened it, and poured it on my penis. "Hiss." It's
fucking cold. I held my penis and forcefully thrust it into the big-breasted girl's vagina. The hot vagina enveloped my cold
penis. Damn. It felt so good. I struggled to thrust in and out of her dry vagina, which slowly began
to become wet. I pulled out my penis, poured some ice-cold drink, and then thrust it back in hard. A clash of hot and cold!
I looked at both sides of the big-breasted girl; I'd already laid them down. No choice but to pull the girl with glasses to my side and
vigorously fuck the big-breasted girl, one arm around the girl with glasses, my mouth sucking on her breasts. The vigorous thrusting
pushed the big-breasted girl against the car window; with each thrust, her head hit the window. I released my grip
on her slender waist, turned around, pulled another OL over, and reached around her buttocks to play with her labia from behind
. The "thump-thump" sounds of the big-breasted girl's thrusts and the "slurping" sounds of me sucking on the girl with glasses mingled together, so
lewd, so arousing. The big-breasted girl's juices increased, and my thrusts became
easier and easier. "Damn, you slut, big tits and a big hole. Fuck." I pulled out my penis, looked around the carriage, damn it
, everyone looked the same naked. I randomly grabbed a petite-looking woman, not even looking at her face. I pushed her down on the seat,
lifted her pert buttocks, and fucked her. But I shouldn't waste the big tits, so I put her on
the waist of the woman sitting beneath me, fucking her tight vagina while kneading and biting her white, tender breasts. Hahaha, so satisfying. Uh,
I can't forget the female driver. I took a moment to put the female driver on top of the big tits, sorry to the one at the bottom.
My fingers played with the female driver's labia in her thick pubic hair, while my other hand held the three-person hamburger firmly in place, my erect
penis sometimes thrusting into the tight vagina at the bottom, sometimes fucking the big tits in the middle. The female driver's genitals gradually became wet
. I supported her body with both hands, one foot on the seat next to me, the other raised high,
finally bringing my penis to the entrance of her vagina. My whole body was almost pressed against her, and
with a thrust of my hips, I penetrated her. Damn, the opening was only so-so in terms of tightness, but the inside was incredibly tight, probably
comparable only to the girl I had just deflowered. After a few thrusts, it began to contract, constantly sucking at my penis.
After dozens of thrusts, the female driver's vagina continued to contract and suck. I pushed the big-breasted girl to the ground, and
the female driver lay on the back of the petite girl. I could thrust hard without having to stand on tiptoe. The special feeling made me
grip her waist tightly with both hands, constantly being sucked in and constantly being pulled out completely. It felt so good, I could hardly hold back anymore. A
surge of ejaculation rushed to my head. I gritted my teeth, thrusting twice harder, forcefully spreading the female driver's buttocks, and
pounding deep inside. My ejaculation released, streams of semen shooting in. The unique suction held me firmly
inside, savoring the sensation. After a long while
, my limp penis finally slid out of the female driver's sucking vagina. I plopped down
on the seat behind me, the cold seat making me shiver involuntarily. "Damn, that was amazing. I was
n't in good shape today, but next time I'll fuck you to death." This time it was a bit short, I said, embarrassed and annoyed. I resolved
to give them more next time, to conquer the female driver.
After resting for half a day, the female driver had woken up, standing blankly beside me. I was immune to her quick awakenings
. I looked at her head—damn, where did her hair clip go? Could there be a mistake? Although
I felt it was worth waking her up, if she wasn't the driver, I looked at the remaining nine people. Aside from the two
noticeably thin female students, there were seven left. What to do? Let them try on the female driver's clothes? Cinderella's glass
slipper?
"You, I need you to drive," I commanded, pointing at the only woman who was awake.
"Phew!" I breathed a sigh of relief watching the woman skillfully start the car.
"Stop the car, come with me." I had initially wanted the female driver to take her home, but remembering
the marks Ma Zicheng had left on Yanquan Avenue, I decided to take her home on my motorcycle.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Number 0 and Number 1 standing ramrod straight in the living room, while Number 3, dressed in her full uniform (the same
one she wore that morning), walked back and forth in front of them with her hands behind her back. Although none of the three made a sound,
the hopeful glint in Number 0 and Number 1's eyes when they saw me enter meant that Number 3 was definitely scolding them.
Hearing me come in, Number 3 turned around and pounced on me quickly. (Master, this slut missed you
so much! Where have you been? You're only back now, and this slut's breasts are so swollen!) Uh, big sister, I've only just finished twice, can you please stop tempting
me? I looked at Number 3's chest; sure enough, there were two large wet patches.
I pinched Number 3's plump buttocks. "Little slut, can't you express your breasts yourself? By the way, what are you doing?"
(This slut needs Master to suck them out; if you squeeze them, they won't be fresh, and Master won't like it.) Number 3 was still clinging to
me, expressionless, but desperately trying to charm me. (They can't even keep clean,
and I'm teaching them). Hehe, she's definitely just showing off her authority with a lame excuse. But I don't care.
As long as I don't physically harm No. 0 and No. 1, it's best to stay out of women's business.
"Hmm, not bad. You need to be strict, but I'm telling you, little slut, don't just talk the talk without
walking the walk. When your older sister wakes up, how will you demand things of others? I'm afraid your older sister will demand the same of you!" I
whispered in No. 3's ear. Since I've made No. 3 the temporary older sister, I can only whisper to her. After all,
I still need to uphold the authority of the older sister.
(Ah! Then I'll be more careful in the future, Master, please be kind to me.) No. 3 said weakly.
I laughed and pinched her breasts. "Little slut." Just as I was about to tease her a bit, suddenly (Hey!
Isn't this Liu Xiaomei? Why is she naked in our house?) No. 3 said in surprise.
I turned to look at the female driver. "How do you know her name?" I asked curiously.
(Of course, she's a star driver at the city bus company! Master, you know my profession, I
deal with her often. Did Master take her in? But her figure is a bit petite. But she's
a master at driving buses, Master is really amazing.) After saying that, she bumped me with her swollen breasts.
I was stunned. This Number 3 is simply a monster, a master of office politics. She praises and insults without leaving a trace. I
started to worry about Ouman. Will Ouman be able to control Number 3? Xiaoyun has a mild temperament and will definitely listen
to Ouman. Xiaoyu, although a bit petty, is obedient to Ouman. Number 3 is different. Although she hasn't made any
progress, she has special abilities. She's also a power-hungry person. Number 0 and Number 1 were subdued by her in less than a day
. Although I was partly responsible, I'm still worried.
Should I find someone who knows how to manage people to keep Number 3 in check? "Let's wait until Oman wakes up before we see. I have a headache."
(Master, where is Liu Xiaomei sleeping tonight?) Number 3 asked again.
Damn, another problem. I was so busy looking for people that I forgot there's no room left in the house. Oman and the other two
let them sleep in Oman's room for peace and quiet. Number 3 is occupying my master bedroom, and Numbers 0 and 1 are squeezed into the guest room. There's really
no room for the female driver now. Um, let's call Number 4 first. There's really no room for Number 4 to sleep now. Oh well, let Number 4 sleep
in the living room for one night. I have a headache.
"Number 0, take Number 4 to take a shower. Number 1, find some clothes in the house for Number 4 to wear. Number 4 will sleep on this sofa tonight ,
" I instructed.
(Master, leave these things to me. I'll arrange them. Let me help you take a shower.) Number 3 was
a little unhappy that I directly gave orders to Numbers 0 and 1, but after I glared at them, they behaved themselves.
I took Number 3 upstairs and looked at the busy Numbers 0 and 1. I slapped Number 3's pert buttocks hard
.
"Not bad, now even I can't give orders to Number 0 and Number 1, huh!" I
said fiercely to Number 3.
(No, Master. This slut sees Master working so hard, this slut feels sorry for Master. Master, this slut is so
aroused. Master, please help this slut.) Caught in the act, Number 3 immediately picked up her seductive weapon.
Unfortunately, I've only tried twice, and I'm temporarily resistant to Number 3's charm. I said seriously, "You're a smart
person, and you can communicate telepathically, so I'm having you temporarily manage everyone for me. But I hope your intelligence can help
me, not be used for other things. Do you understand?" (Master, this slut understands, this slut won't do it again next time.)
Number 3 said pitifully. It's a pity you have no expression, otherwise, a pitiful expression plus pitiful words
, plus an alluring body, I'm probably going to explode again.
"Okay, I'll suck you up while you shower. You did a good job today, cleaning the house,
consider it a reward." Sigh, brother, I'm just too soft-hearted.
Women are truly untouchable. I just finished disciplining Number 3. This little slut was teasing me relentlessly while I showered,
rubbing her breasts on me and then rubbing her pussy against my hands. After she finished, she even gave me some breast milk to moisturize me—it was intentional, absolutely
intentional. I was off my game again, and I fucked her hard in the bathroom before going back to bed and falling asleep immediately
.

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